#he's stranded with no money he got whatever shoes he could find ok??

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1940s time travel au, muggle London.

[glitteryhellhole]

alright lets do this

here we go

Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

A gas station. A real life, untouched gas station. Apart from the bloody handprints smeared on the concrete walls.

It didn't take long to sweep and secure the area, then fill up the truck and the reserve cannisters. Afterwards Warren gestured with her gun to the convenience store. “Look for anything useful.”

The place had been untouched since day one. Mummified hot dogs still sitting on a rack. The register hanging open- perhaps in the beginning some people had looted cash, but it didn't take long to realise money didn't mean anything anymore.

You shoved bottles of water and packets of candy into your rucksack before following Addy's gaze to the toiletries shelf. Pads and tampons, little travel-sized bodywashes, an actual toothbrush.

“It's a whole new kind of mercy,” she whistled.

You picked up the first aid kit and the two crushed boxes of painkillers, turning to ask Doc if they'd be any good- and found him and Murphy kneeling on the counter, pulling away the plastic panel which guarded the cigarettes.

Priorities, huh.

Loaded up, you looked around you. Warren was on watch so 10K had let his guard down for once and was poking at the faded magazines. You saw his pink lips move as he mouthed the titles to himself. Something familiar caught his eye, probably the one with guns all over, and he reached up- and the whole top shelf came tumbling down. Suddenly 10K was surrounded by glossy double-page spreads of unnaturally bronzed and perky breasts and butts.

He froze like an animal in a trap.

“Found what you're looking for?” Doc's voice was loud and his arms were cradling an impressive quantity of alcohol. “There's a lot of generic lesbians, over forties, asian fetish, but for a beginner I'd recommend-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a crash as 10K backed rapidly out of the shop, cheeks ablaze, taking down a stand of air fresheners and sending sunglasses skittering across the floor in every direction.

The rest of you laughed, for the first time in a while. Back in the truck and passing round bags of only-slightly-stale chips, you all agreed that the gas station was your best find in quite some time.

Except perhaps for the tent.

A little way back, a stranded family had been incredibly grateful for a tow out of the ditch, and had gifted you their spare tent. No ordinary camping gear, this thing was foil-lined and had a built in waterproof, cushioned underlayer. On an especially hot night you'd probably want it to yourself but the rest of the time it comfortably housed two people, keeping in the heat. You'd been taking turns each night, with priority to the injured, meaning that every morning there was at least one person who was fully rested and recharged. Ideal when every day was a battle for survival.

Of course, there was one other advantage to the tent. Privacy. Human needs didn't really get talked about in this un-human world, and whatever got overheard in the night would also go unspoken.

It was nearing dusk and you were pulling over to make camp. “Who's turn in the tent?” Murphy called out as he threw himself down on the ground. “Dibs.”

Warren, who was unloading a heavy bag, gave him a kick in the side. “Get up and help. I don't think 10K's had a turn yet.”

“Neither's she.” He nodded at you.

“Settled then.”

Murphy sniggered.

Since there was plenty of water, there was a rare chance to wash up a bit. Ladies first while the men stood watch with their backs turned, and then vice versa. Nowhere near to having a hot shower in privacy, but it was something. You noticed that 10K didn't bother putting his shirt back on afterwards as he squatted by the fire cleaning his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How could somebody so skinny be so strong? Must be the result of life outdoors.

He raised an eyebrow and you realised you were staring. Oops.

“Here.” Somebody passed you a can of cheap beer that had come from the store along with the snacks and cigarettes. It was almost like being at a camp-out. The beer was gross but it gave you a nice warm feeling in your chest, and the idea of lying down somewhere soft started to seem quite appealing, so you said your goodnights and retreated into the tent.

You weren't sure how long it was until you were joined, perhaps you'd started to drift off- the sound of the zip jolted you back to your senses as 10K flopped unceremoniously into the tent, stretching out next to you. “Beer makes shoelaces hard.” He complained.

You giggled and sat up to help. “When was the last time you slept without shoes on?”

“Probably before my voice broke.” He scratched his head while watching you remove his boots and then said, “I'm not good at talking, especially to girls, but you don't scare me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think?” You laid back down, closing your eyes and pulling your blanket over you. There was silence for a minute but it was oddly comfortable, the security of a warm person breathing next to you.

“What was your first word?” You asked into the silence. “I bet it was gun.”

“Actually it was primrose.”

“Huh?”

“My momma's favourite flower.” He rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between you, and rested his cheek on his folded arms. “I was six. Doctor said I wasn't learning but I was paying attention to everything. She used to take me to the library in town to look at all sorts of books, that where we learned to sign.”

You couldn't help but ask. “When did she...?”

“When I was nine. Pops wanted me to try and be a normal kid but once she'd gone he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the world and stopped sending me to school.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” He wriggled a little to get more comfortable. “Can you talk for a bit now?”

So you talked about your own parents, and your hometown, and it surely wasn't very interesting but 10K watched you intently as he sobered up, studying your face, and you hoped you weren't blushing. After a while you came to a natural conclusion in your story and realised that his fingers were twitching, as though he were nervous.

What's up?” you asked softly.

He blinked slowly. “Ain't always easy to tell when you're supposed to say stuff and when you're not.”

Unsure what to expect, you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Can I... touch your hair?”

Your heart started to beat a little fast and you nodded again. 10K's fingers reached out timidly to feel you hair, twisting strands and brushing them away from your face.

You hadn't felt human touch in so long, and you couldn't help but rest your head on his arm as he stroked. The pair of you seemed to breathe in unison. It was almost peaceful.

Almost. Apart from the little sparks of electricity that seemed to fizzle into life where your skin touched his.

Could he feel it too? It didn't seem so. There he was growing more and more serene, while you were   warming up in a way that had nothing to do with the insulated tent.

“Um...” You fidgeted awkwardly, trying to choose the right words. “10K? You know why they were giggling right?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were closed. “People do stuff in the tent. Its pretty obviously I've never... y'know.”

“Does it bother you?”

“A bit, but its not like I can go meet a girl and ask her Pops if I can take her to the barn dance.”

You couldn't help but laugh a little. “I mean the teasing.”

“Oh.” He blushed slightly as he opened his eyes to look at you. “I get why, you're near my age and you're pretty. Any guy would be lucky to date you.”

Oh indeed. Maybe he did feel it then.

“You could...” You bit your lip and steeled yourself. “You could pretend that you were.”

He sat bolt upright, making you jump, and a wide grin spread across his face. “I could ask you on a picnic, at my favourite place in the woods.” His words were tumbling out fast from nervous excitement. “Make nice bread, Mom's special recipe with the dried fruit. And we could talk like we did earlier and I could pick you flowers and then I could kiss you.”

His lips were clumsy as they first met yours, but eager, and didn't take long to find a groove. You sighed and leaned in, one hand reaching up into his hair, and-

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

In an instant 10K was lurching for the tent entrance where his gun was propped. You reached for your shoes, panic rising in your chest.

“False alarm.” Doc's voice came from outside. “Nothing to worry about. Hey, you okay in there kid? Need me to give ya a quick pep talk on anything?”

“I'm good.” He zipped the flap back up then turned back to you. “Actually do you think maybe I should? I don't really know what to do.”

You couldn't help but laugh again. He was way too innocent for someone so good-looking.

You put and hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  “Just do what feels natural.”

“Okay.” He gave you another wide grin, showing those adorably crooked teeth, and then practically launched himself at you, so you landed on your back and he was on top of you, lips moulding to the shape of yours. You gasped for air and 10K made an apologetic sound without pausing the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow so that you could breathe.

His hand rested on your stomach, fingers still for a moment before balling up your shirt and gently navigating the exposed skin. Tentative. Like soothing a spooked animal.

You reached your hand up to touch his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under surprisingly soft skin. Tracing his collarbones and around the back of his neck. He shivered and broke the kiss, and you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Maybe I could take your shirt off too.” He mumbled. In answer you sat up and held your arms above your head. 10K pulled your shirt over your head- sending the little lamp tied to the tent roof swinging- then looked confused as his thumb hooked into the shoulder strap of your sports bra. You kind of wished you'd been wearing something nicer for this occasion, but you'd dressed for practicality before hitting the road.

“Here. Let me.” You wriggled out of the bra, trying not to elbow him in the process.

“Wowee.” 10K let out a whistle. “You look even better without clothes on. Why would anyone want to look at random pictures?”

It seemed like he could have sat there and stared forever, but you didn't have forever, and so you pulled him in to kiss again. He trailed his lips across your face and on to your neck, one arm supporting you from behind and the other hand landing on your chest, squeezing experimentally.

“Not so hard,” you gasped.

“Sorry. They're squishier than I expected.” He let out a humming noise into the crook of your neck as his fingers found a hard nipple and brushed back and forth.

You dipped your head down too, lightly touching your teeth to his throat. A low growl escaped and he pushed you back down, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel his eager hardness against your hip.

10K tried the same move, nipping at the skin under your ear. His breathing was very shallow and rapid as he licked and sucked experimentally, moving down over your breasts.

“You taste good. But not in a zombie way.”

Your hands rested on his hips, fingers splaying out to softly squeeze his ass and then dipping below the loose waistband.

“Oh, wait.” He rolled off you to shed a pile of concealed knives and the little sharp discs that he used in the sling shot.

“What else are you hiding down there?” You smirked. For a moment he turned beetroot red and covered his crotch with his hands, but then met your smile with one of his own.

“Just means I like you and I like this.” He shrugged. “Do you-”

“Mmhmm.” You reached out to ease his trouser buttons undone, fumbling slightly, but you weren't nervous. It just felt right with him. “I like you. And I like this.”

He groaned softly as the restriction on his hardness eased and grabbed you for another kiss, this time hungry and slightly sloppy. 10K's fingers found the fastening of your own jeans and made quick work, tugging them down to your knees. Then he paused for a moment, putting a finger to your lips.

There was no noise from outside.

“We're good.” With a bit of awkward shuffling, you both shed your trousers and then looked at each other.

“We probably shouldn't go all the way,” you said almost reluctantly. “No protection and all that. But there's still stuff-”

“Anything.” 10K blurted out without a second's pause. “Everything. I'll do whatever you want. But not what you don't want.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he stared at you earnestly.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Nobody had ever looked at you quite like that before. Not just lust but something deeper, as though he was seeing through your skin and right inside you.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You sighed into the kiss and slowly moved your hips, letting your centre rub against his as you straddled him, tangling fingers in his messy hair.

10K moaned something that sounded like “shucks” and you couldn't help but snort. What would it take to make him swear? You dug your nails in a little, catching his lip between your teeth.

“Want to touch you.” He moaned, gripping your hips. “Want you to touch me.”

You trailed your hand from his cheek all the way down to cup the pronounced bulge in his boxers and his eyes rolled back in his skull, but then he visibly shook himself and swatted your hand away. “Ladies first.” The hand slid a little clumsily down into your knickers.

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against 10K's, feeling how hot his skin was. His curious fingertips traced your labia and in between.

“It's wet.” He sounded surpised, and brought a thumb to his mouth to taste.

“That's a good thing.” You felt a little self-conscious as you explained, watching him suck his thumb. “It means I'm, you know, turned on.”

“Show me how to make it feel good,” he murmured, lifting you off his lap and laying you back down before tugging your knickers all the way down and spreading your legs.

You took his hand in yours and guided him, showing him your clit. His marksman fingertips quickly picked it up and he kissed you again as he touched you. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah you're- oh, yeah thats good.” Your voice was high-pitched and breathy. 10K made a satisfied “hmph” and nuzzled into your neck. He smelled of safety. Less dirt and blood than usual, traces of soap, whatever he was using for hair gel, engine oil. Sweat but not in the just-been-running-and-fighting way, in the musky hormonal way.

The feeling swelling inside you was something you hadn't experienced, hadn't even thought about, in a long time. But here and now it was growing, consuming, and you couldn't imagine anything other than his touch, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Hey.” 10K's voice was husky again. “You need something else?”

You became aware that your hips were twitching. “A bit faster maybe?”

A moan escaped your lips as he obliged, and 10K grinned. “That's hot.” Then he cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows. “I assume girls can- y'know-”

“It looks a bit different but yes.” You were gasping now as you spoke, chest rising and falling.

“Do it for me.” He murmured, watching you as though hypnotised and biting his lip. His words and his gaze loosened the coiled spring that was weighing down your abdomen and the endorphins came rushing as you climaxed.

“Shh.” He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your moan, pressing his fingers harder as you moved beneath him until it became almost too much. “Do you want them to hear us?”

You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

“Maybe you do.” He raised an eyebrow again as his fingers finally slowed to a halt. “I kinda do. So they all know what I just did to you.”

“Do you want your turn or not?”

That shut him up. He glanced down and you followed his gaze. He was still very much erect, and there was now a distinct wet patch where he'd leaked a little in excitement.

You pushed 10K onto his back and settled yourself next to him. “Let me know if something's not ok,” you told him. “I won't do anything you don't want.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. He flinched a little as you pulled his boxers down but then his face relaxed and his lips parted as you touched him.

“Have you done this to yourself?” You asked. “So you know what you like.”

He nodded, looking somewhat bashful. “A few times. But this is different. Better.”

It was your turn to grin as your fingers circled his erection and found a rhythm. 10K's head tilted back and the smallest of high-pitched noises escaped his open mouth. You lowered your lips to his exposed neck and sucked gently at the skin. There was a red mark when you pulled away.

“Mmmph.” He rasped through gritted teeth. “Again.”

“It'll leave a bruise.”

“Don't care.”

You began to create a trail of little hickeys down his throat and across his collarbones as you continued to stroke, and his tiny whimpers grew more frequent. You knew it wouldn't be long.

10K was holding onto you tightly, nails digging in, droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. “I think I'm gonna- ahh....” He seemed to lose the ability to speak as you attacked his neck again, eyes rolling back. A few moments later, his hips bucked and you could feel hot sticky warmth coat your fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

So he did swear after all.

You kissed him again, and then looked down. “Um, got anything to clean up with?”

Still breathing heavily, 10K sat up and reached for his trousers, pulling a bandana out of one of the many pockets. “It's my least favourite. I'll burn it.”

Like the gentleman he'd been raised to be, he wiped your hand off first before tending to himself, then tossed the soiled cloth out of the way and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest. You'd heard the term 'afterglow' but never really thought that it was a thing; it apparently was. The chemicals your brain was releasing and the protective hold of his arms made you want to laugh, and cry, and drift off to sleep, and run a mile, all at once.

Just for a moment, there was no apocalypse. There was only you and him and the little lamp above your heads.

It was 10K who broke the spell. “I need to pee.” he said apologetically. “Like, real bad.”

You laughed at the face he was pulling and threw his trousers at him. 10K slithered with some difficulty into them, kicking the side of the tent, and then stumbled outside.

You realised how cold it was now and reached for your own clothes. As footsteps indicated 10K's return, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a high-five.

“What was that?” You demanded as he re-entered the tent.

“Never mind.” He grabbed the blanket and laid it over you.”I  want to do that again. But we should probably get some sleep.”

“The whole point of the tent is to get proper rest right?” You scooted closer as he laid down, offering the blanket, but he refused, tucking it round you and then wrapping his arms round too so you were tightly cocooned against his side.

“Yeah. Sure.”

>>>>>Thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic i’ve done in literally years. Open to feedback and even perhaps requests :) PS i am v english so I apologise to any Americans insulted by my attempts at your words

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Women are Space Orcs

Alright ever one, been pretty excited to give you this one. I have a few female characters, including Sunny, that I thought deserve a little love. Plus I wanted to explore the dynamic between Sunny and other members of the crew. 

Its just supposed to be a fun little adventure, so nothing philosophical or anything :) 

Sunny walked beside Adam as he paced through the cargo bay checking off shipping manifests on his clipboard, checking and rechecking the equipment they would need for re-supply. They had stopped on the Tesraki home world for a much-needed rest and some recuperation. They would be here a couple days, so shore leave was in order for a night or two, a prospect the entire group was excited about considering what the Tesraki home world had become.

If the Tesraki and humans had one thing in common, it was their desire for a good time. It had probably been a horrible idea to introduce the Tesraki to the idea of gambling and casinos. Honestly it had probably been a bad idea to introduce the Tesraki to capitalism as it was, since they took to the idea like fish to water, but mistakes had been made and there was no turning back.

On the coattails of that debacle, the Tesraki;s home world had quickly transformed itself into the Vegas of the galaxy knowing, in true business fashion, that humans couldn’t resist debauchery and a good time. The sheer amount of revenue and inherent benefits that had come to them simply by way of human tourism had been astonishing, raising their planetary gross income to 7% more than any other planet in the GA system.

Commander Vir paused beside another pallet of cargo.

“Hey, SUNNY! SUNNY!.”

Sunny Turned her head in a wide arc searching for the voice and found a group of women standing next to one of the shuttle doors, each waving at her. She left Commander Vir out of curiosity and walked over.

Dr. Katie was there with a few women from engineering and a couple female marines. Maverick, a short female marine with buzzed blond hair and grey blue eyes greeted Sunny with a wolfish grin. “‘Bout time. I’ve been yelling at you for half a minute.” Sunny looked around the circle. It was strange seeing the marines in anything other than their usual uniforms. Maverick was wearing camouflage cargo pants, a black tank top and a pair of blue tinted sunglasses perched atop her short blond hair. Dr. Katie wore a form fitting black dress and pointy red shoes. Another marine had her warm strawberry blond hair curled down past her shoulders.

“Where are you guys going?” Sunny wondered. 

“Out on the town, where else. A couple of us decided to get together and go get wasted, or whatever trouble we can get into, maybe lose some money. We don’t know, yet.”

Sunny glanced back towards where the Commander was standing, still going through inventory. “Oh, well I don’t know if we were-”

“Oh come on, the two of you hang out all the time. I think it’s about time you got out more, besides we’re prettier.” The group laughed. Dr Katie flipped her hair and grinned at Maverick, “Well, except for Maverick, but we had to have an ugly one to make the rest of us look better.”

Maverick snorted and waved a hand, “Are you kidding me?” She motioned seductively, “Nothing can top ‘this’.”

“A sack of lard,” more laughter.

“Keep laughing ladies. You’re just jealous of my stunning physique. As I was saying though, seriously Sunny, you need to get out. The Commander has work to get done anyway and he's going to be boring for the next 48 hours.”

Sunny wavered on the edge of indecision as a pair of boots thudded on the ground next to her.

“What are you jackals trying to get sunny into?” 

Katie linked an arm through one of Sunny’s, “Girls night, and YOU aren’t invited.”

“Yeah only women or those who identify as such are allowed’” one of the engineers piped up from the back.

Commander Vir snorted, “Y’all better be glad I don’t identify as a woman,”striking a quick pose and flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder, “because I’d be the prettiest.”

“Yes, a beautiful monkey, sir.”

Jackie tilted her head, “You know, now that I think about it probably not the prettiest, or the smartest, or even the strongest. Bet Mav could crush you with her thighs if she wanted to, pop your head like a melon.”

He raised an eyebrow, “As fun as THAT sounds, I am afraid you might be right. You all are too much for my delicate sensibilities. I was actually coming over here to give you the pre-leave lecture.” He cleared his throat, “Don’t get pregnant, don't get anyone pregnant, don’t sell your body for money, don’t accept drinks from strangers, any bail, ransom, or parking tickets will be paid out of your monthly wages. Keep all debauchery, drunkenness, fighting and gambling to a minimum, and please for the love of Jupiter, try not to kill anyone.”

“Yes sir, I will try very hard not to get anyone pregnant,” there was laughter about the group.

The commander raised a hand, “It is 4023, so I am SURE you could find a way.”

“What if I get kidnapped Commander, can I hurt them then?”

“You wouldn’t need to hurt them Jackie. They would bring you back and I would make them pay ME ransom to take you back,” he tucked the clipboard under his arm and looked at Sunny. “Good luck with this group. Don’t die, and don’t kill anyone.”

She hadn’t exactly decided to go with them just yet, but it appeared as if that decision had been made for her. She waved a hand at the Commander who turned back to his earlier duties as the group of marines, engineers and one doctor stepped their way into the small shuttle. The strawberry blonde CJ was a passable pilot and took them down through the clouds with a loud whoop. Sunny’s stomach flew into her face reminding her rather unpleasantly of what she had had for breakfast.

Mav sat next to Katie opposite and over the roaring of entrance into the atmosphere Sunny heard bits of conversation. “I hate it when people assume that you have to choose one or the other. It’s the 41st century, if I want to play with big guns and explosives AND get my nails done afterwards, I am going to damn well do it. You’d have to be stupid to turn down either option, so I say, best of both worlds.”

Katie raised an eyebrow. 

The way the light cut across Mavrick’s arms and shoulders made it pretty clear she spent a good portion of her time at the gym.

Dr. Katie through a strand of hair over her shoulder, “Ok, yes I agree, but also at least be careful when you do that sort of thing. I have been a doctor long enough to know what degloving skin looks like, and yes it is exactly how it sounds. So please for the love of all that is holy BE CAREFUL. Personally, just give me a good book and a bag of chips and I’m set for the afternoon.”

“What genre?”

“Meh, whatever strikes my fancy. Mostly fantasy if I am being honest, sometimes romance hits the spot, but other times I can do for a western. It just depends on the day.”

Sunny tilted her head, listening intently. While she had spent a lot of time with the marines, she had never actually gotten to know them on a personal level and she barely knew the name of the women from the engineering and science departments.

If she was being honest, she didn’t really have much of a relationship with anyone, especially not women.

She never really had, considering her history with her mother.

She grew up spending most of her time with her brother and her father and eventually she had become such good friends with Adam that she had become rather short sighted with her other options aboard the crew. To be honest though, it didn’t much matter on her home world, so she couldn't imagine that it would be much different here. 

She couldn’t help but pipe in on the subject of weapons which turned into good natured banter between her and Mav who had some pretty strong opinions about the nature of projectile vs energy weapons. Though when it came to other subjects, she was a bit lost. The humans were an interesting race in that they enjoyed both their war and their relaxation in equal measure, so the topics they were discussing went heavily over Sunny’s head.

She got involved in a couple of conversations she probably could have done without. Humans were gross no matter which group of them you talked to. The only difference was this group of humans was more willing to share

The discussion on how to properly scratch a nipple in public was followed by a debate that included but was not limited to scratching in other unmentionable places, random overgrown hairs, body fluids, body smells and on and on.

Sunny turned the conversation back to music, something she was comfortable with. Mav liked punk, alternative, and hard rock, Dr. Katie was ok with anything as long as it was catchy. Jackie, the engineer, had a thing for country music, and CJ was some strange mix between classical and R&B it just depended on the day. The other women chimed in with their favorites and soon all genres were accounted for.

They were all laughing about something by the time they hit planet side and Sunny stepped from the shuttle, eyes wide as she turned in a circle talking in the bright neon lights and a million billboards shamelessly advertising for human tourists. Billboards hundreds of feet across showing pictures of half-naked models, both men and women, rose high into the sky.

The one sad thing about the future was that it hadn’t stopped the objectification of the human body, but had simply equalized the amount of objectification between the sexes, men and women in equal measure, because it was always easier to sell a product when you were really just selling sex instead.

The Terasaki certainly had no moral qualms about doing it either. It wasn’t their species after all.

CJ clapped her hands together throwing her strawberry blond curls over one shoulder, “Alright, we need a game plan.”

Mav eyed one of the billboards, “How about we start there?” she pointed.

The group of them turned to find an advertisement for nightly ring fighting, “It’s just like what I was saying, gotta go see someone get fucked up before I get my nails done, that's just how things should be. Plus twenty bucks says there will be alcohol for those of you who are less interested.” “Hey, I am down for anything as long as I get a massage later.”

Mav nodded, “Deal, I get to watch someone get the snot beaten out of them and you can get wasted. Everyone wins.” Sunny wasn’t entirely sure what she had expected, but she liked what she got. Sunny, Mav and CJ got seats just outside the ring while Jackie, Katie and a few others stormed the bar. Turns out CJ had a thing for yelling at the referee. Mav didn’t care what happened just as long as someone was getting punched in the face and Sunny, well Sunny loved it yelling and screaming with the rest of the humans as Drev and Humans alike beat the pulp out of each other.

Halfway through the night Sunny was interrupted 

“Hey,, HEY, Scarab.” Sunny turned around to find a large human looking at her from the aisle, “Why don’t you go stand with the rest of the Drev. I reserved these seats.” 

Sunny looked down at him, “Uh ... yeah, there’s room.”

“Let me talk slow since you don’t seem to speak good human, but you’re big and I don’t want your arms getting in the way of my view so why don’t you get lost.”

Sunny was ready to ignore him, but before she knew what was going on Mav and CJ were standing in front of her arms crossed, “The hell you say, you DON’T talk to our friend, bitch.”

The guy looked a bit nonplussed, but straightened himself up, “I told her to go sit with the other Drev.”

“I didn’t know these seats were segregated.” Mav shot back, “but if that’s the case, I think idiots are seated on the other side.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. Now either you can back up, or I can back you up.” Mav was right in his face now, but CJ put a hand on her arm warningly. It was human culture that the first person who threw a punch, whether man or woman, was opening up to a fair beating.

Sunny stood from her seat looming a good foot to two over her short companions glowering down at the man. She didn’t say anything. The man backed up a few steps.

“Aww….. little bitch gonna cry to mommie,” Mav taunted, much to the chagrin of CJ.

The guy’s face turn beet red, “If you weren’t-.”

“Here let me finish-”

 CJ grabbed Mav by the arm and pushed her back to her seat, “Down Mav.” She turned her eyes back to the guy “Look Imma make this as clear as I can. We aren't moving, so either you get over it and take a seat or you get the hell out. Pick your poison.”

The guy took his seat and shut up. Sunny couldn’t help making a point to step in front of him a few times blocking his view with her bulk. Mav got a kick out of her pettiness, but eventually they left to find Jackie, Katie and the others at the bar. Just a few drinks in and already they were coming up with stupid dance moves.

Grabbing them, they moved out of the bar and onto the street. It was leaning towards late evening, but managed to get themselves checked into a nice little spa hunched between two buildings, a bit out of the way and pushed back from the rest of civilization. Everything going on here was pretty foreign to Sunny.

The Drev had nothing comparable in their culture to this practice, and she watched in confusion as the other humans took their seats at strange tables. Mav was “getting her nails done,” pointing out that there was nothing better than a hand massage and anyone who disagreed could go right ahead and fight her. Katie had her feet soaking in a pool of hot water, while Jackie lay on her stomach on a strange flat table towel wrapped around her curly dark hair obscuring her face while her dark skin shone in the delicate white light overhead.

Water trickled somewhere in the distance, and the entire room was done in shades of white and pastel giving it a very un-Drev aesthetic.

It was an extreme 180 from the earlier venue and Sunny wasn’t entirely sure how to behave.

Eventually, someone came to her rescue as she was ordered to take a seat and relax by CJ, who determined she was in for a treat. Sunny had to admit the warm towel around her neck was nice and she hummed softly as her feet soaked in a pool of water. The human that walked in looked a little surprised to see her, but shrugged and got to work. It took a little more elbow grease to get through Sunny’s tough hyde, but when they managed it Sunny had to admit it was probably the best feeling she had ever experienced… in pretty much ever.

Mav snickered, snapping a picture of the big blue Drev, face covered in a green mask, cucumbers over her eyes, sprawled in a chair as one person messaged her huge neck muscles, one worked on the claws of her left upper hand, and another knelt at her feet.

Sunny was quite displeased when her time was up. She needed about an hour more work on her shoulder muscles and at least another ten minutes on each of her hands, but her time was up so they paid, leaving just as a few familiar faces walked in. Another group of tipsy marines, who made it very clear that they intended to get their feet done while they were here, were filing in.

Sunny found the image somewhat amusing, but was glad to see they were having fun and agreed with their decision. She had a new favorite pastime now and understood why they had chosen it. 

With that amazing ritual behind them, they went out to eat. The humans ordered a round of drinks and Sunny asked for some water, not actually capable of getting drunk in the same way that humans did. The berries and fruit that her species ate were often fermented when preserved, giving her species an extreme tolerance to ethanol such that it wasn’t even worth trying to get drunk since you would likely die of heightened liquid consumption before actually reaching the point of intoxication.

Humans on the other hand reached that threshold pretty quick. A few of them were a bit closer, having consumed a few drinks earlier in the day and were not yet totally down from that high. As the night grew on the conversation got louder, and much more interesting.

Dr. Katie raised her hands, “ok ok… you wanted to hear it so I’ll give it to you. I’ve worked in the ER for fifteen years plus trauma centers and other level one clinics and there is NOTHING I haven't seen, and I mean nothing.”

“Worst story,” Mav urged.

“No…. no, no, no, not at the dinner table,” begged one of the ladies.

Katie took a drink, “There was this one time I come into a room to check on a patient, and there is this guy with real shifty eyes and he can’t stop squirming. Real professional looking type right, so immediately I know he’s got something crammed up his ass.” The table burst into a fit of giggling. “So I go up to him and I ask him what’s wrong and he hems and haws and he's all like ‘Doc, I have some intestinal pain, a stomach ache,’ you know because of the thing he's got jammed in his ass.” More giggling. “So of course I ask him all the usual questions, where is the pain, is it something he ate, how long has this been going on, you know and the entire time I am just trying to figure out what he's got up there, because I KNOW he's got something up there, but of course he won’t admit it. We go around like this for like twenty minutes, right, and eventually I am just like send him down to radiology. If this guy won't give me a straight answer, I bet an X-ray will.” Sunny shook her head. “Low and behold, the x ray comes back and what does this guy have spelunking in his insides? None other than… a Barbie doll.” 

“No!”

“Yes, and he had thought about this, like, he had tied her arms down to her sides with rubber bands to make sure they stayed in place. So I go back in there, I look at him and I show him the X-rax and of course he plays it like I’m a moron. ‘Well doctor, I was cleaning my kids playroom, naked,’ as you do, ‘and I slipped and fell.’” Maverick snorted into her drink. “And of course I am like yeah sure, but why didn’t you tell me that when you came in, and you know what this sucker does? He Looks me dead in the eye and goes…I forgot.” 

The table erupted into laughter. CJ laughed and wiped her face with a napkin, “Now hold on, I got one. It was in boot camp.”

Mav rolled her eyes, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, some of the guys had been clearing an abandoned hotel, as part of our training. I wasn't there at the time, but I guess while they were looking around they find this nine inch, monstrous rubber dong stuck to one of the walls. So of course they laugh it off right, and go back to what they were doing. Well, when they come back later, it isn’t there. Kind of weird, but whatever. At least whatever until this thing starts SHOWING UP around barracks. Like our Sergeant walks in one morning to do an inspection and we had all just gotten up right, so none of us were paying attention. She starts yelling at us like she does and then goes all quiet. She tilts her head one way and then the other. I swear I have never seen someone look so confused in their entire life and she’s all like, “What the fuck is that?” We all turned around to look and this thing is sitting in the middle of the damned floor and it just flopped to one side, and you know of course we can’t stop it so we just start laughing. The sergeant is trying not to laugh and everyone is trying not to laugh, but it just gets worse. When she could finally talk she just starts screaming at us, trying to figure out what the hell we had been doing the night before. I don’t think I’ve ever done so many pushups in my life.”

Jackie raised a hand just then, “No hey, I have always had a question for you guys about the whole boot camp thing. So what do you do when it’s your time of the month? I mean do they let you guys off easy to go fix things? Or do you just have to suffer?”

“Suffer,” Mav piped in. “Mostly suffer. Like I knew girls who would be bent doubled in pain and still had to stand in formation with us like it was nothing. I mean honestly the shit we had to go through. Seriously, there is nothing worse than standing in front of your sergeant and feeling half your innards just sort of shlop out of you and you have to look this guy in the eye like nothing is going on. Like yes sir, no sir, like insides aren’t totally falling out right now.”

Jakie moaned, “Tell me about it, cramps are the worst.” She glanced towards Dr. Katie, “Seriously, when is the medical field going to do something about that?”

Katie finished off her drink and set it back on the table with a thud, “You would think after more than 200,000 years of menstruation we would know how to fix cramps, but nope, the medical field still has no friggin clue how to deal with them. The general consensus is to throw an anti- inflammatory, a heating pad or a shit-ton load of chocolate at it and pray, but otherwise sucks to suck.”

Sunny looked between the group of them, “Cramps? Your insides falling out…er ... are you guys ok?” 

The group turned to look at her with incredulous looks on their faces, “You aren't serious?” Jackie asked.

Sunny stared at her blankly.

“You guys don’t have cramps, periods on your planet…like really?”

“Explain?”

Sunny wasn't entirely sure that she appreciated the explanation once it was over and shook her head vigorously, “EWWW no…. no,” she shivered. Battle sounded like a more amusing pastime.

“How does it work on your planet?” Katie wondered, the scientist in her taking over.

Sunny shifted awkwardly, “Well uh…we have a mating season. The female can become fertile twice a year. It’s during the dark season, so generally all the kits are born during or right before the bright season.”

“So, what? Do you guys just get really horny twice a year or something?”

“Er…. well no. Any time of year is fine but you are just more likely to get a kit during those times of year.”

“Uh huh, how interesting.” 

Sunny didn’t exactly see how it was all that interesting. She had never been caught in this sort of conversation, oddly enough. Adam had never asked so she had never been forced to answer the question. In fact, she learned more about humans in the last ten minutes than she had learned about humans in the last year she had been aboard the ship and not all of it was great.

One of the biggest things she learned was that humans get slightly strange the more they drank.

“Ok, Ok,” CJ slurred, “Hottest guy aboard the ship, go.”

“Ramirez,” Katie responded almost immediately. 

Mav snorted into her drink again, “Really….. no…. no way.”

“What, he's cute, I’d do him.”

Jackie raised her hands over her head, “I couldn’t tell you who the hottest guy on the ship is, but I CAN tell you who the hottest girl is.”

Mav didn’t bat an eye, “Well of course that would be me, like we even have to debate that subject.”

Jackie rolled her eyes and the rest of the table laughed, “Ha ha, your confidence never ceases to amaze, but you're not my type.”

Katie waved a hand, “Oh come on, I know you don't’ LIKE guys like that but you must be able to tell when one of them LOOKS nice . Come on, a shot in the dark.”

Jackie shrugged, but thought about it for a second, “Uh…. well, how about Adam, he’s good looking, right?”

The table thought about it for a moment. Mav tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, “Well I mean yeah he is, but he's also a super massive juvenile.”

CJ shrugged, “I don’t know, I think it's kind of cute.”

Katie waved a hand at all of them, “Not like it matters, because I have a couple of theories.” Sunny and the other’s looked on in interest, waiting, “I’m pretty sure he's: A into guys, B not into anyone or C a closeted extrial. There was some muttering from around the table, but Mav shook her head in disagreement.

“No, he’s too uncomfortable around women to like guys, and you can’t say he’s hiding it because he has no reason to. If he really liked guys he would be indifferent to women and awkward around men. If he wasn’t into anyone, he wouldn’t be nearly so awkward… however, I can probably get behind C.” 

Sunny did not noticed the glances pointed her way 

The conversation moved on to the hottest girl on the ship which sparked a furious debate despite Jackie being the only one that like girls. Turned out though that female humans had no issue discussing the perceived hotness or notness of other women. Nairobi down in engineering took the title with almost unanimous agreement.

That lead into the subject of who was the best looking DREV aboard the ship and once Sunny explained that height and carapace color were the most important outside factors mixed with fighting status, it turned into a rather entertaining debate as the humans tried to decide which Drev was the hottest while continuing to steadily drink. It finally devolved into a slurred argument between Cannon and another of their Drev members, Roc.

Sunny would have found the entire thing funny if it wasn’t also rather disturbing. Her vote was the tiebreaker which was obviously biased considering that Cannon was her brother and that was super weird, so of course Roc won the title.

The drunker they got, the worse they got, until the conversation was oscillating constantly between being mildly lewd and hilariously embarrassing stories that Sunny wouldn’t have admitted to in her wildest daydreams.

In the end, it was up to her and Mav, who also didn’t drink to get the other girls back to the shuttle. That was all before realizing that CJ was the only one who could fly the ship so they had no way of getting back on their own. In the end, they had to call for backup and a rather amused shuttle pilot showed up on scene to take the staggering party back to the ship.

Sunny wobbled onto the ship holding up two drunk women while Mav helped a third.

Together they collapsed onto some cargo containers laughing and slurring.

A shadow fell over them a moment later and Sunny looked up to find Commander Vir standing over them with a raised eyebrow, “Fun time, Ladies?”

A burst of giggling, “Yes sir,” Mav smirked. 

Katie almost fell off her seat, but Vir caught her by the arm, “Alright, to bed with the lot of you.”

Kate tried to wave him off but nearly fell over once more. “Krill is going to have a fit when he sees the state of you. Come on, let’s get you to bed to sleep it off.” He glanced over at Mav, “Get the rest of them back safe.” Mav saluted and Katie giggled drunkenly, but managed to make it to her feet and together they wandered off towards the medical bay where the medical staff usually slept.

Sunny also helped Mav get the other two to their quarters before retiring to her own room exhausted, but happy.

It had been a good day. She determined to do it more often.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 79

“Harper, babe, come on..let’s talk about this” Jared had to run to catch up with her outside, when he grabbed her arm she stopped and the look in her eyes was pure bewilderment “talk about what?” she looked at him like she had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. “Harper, are you serious? We need to talk about you, and everything that is troubling you right now, you’ve got so much to deal with and you’re walking around like a zombie” he bit his lip, the worry scribbled all over his face was undeniable, “I’m fine..I just need some time alone..would you mind if I just went back to my apartment..alone?” the look of detachment she gave him squeezed his throat together, of course I don’t want you to go anywhere by yourself, and especially not now, but what can I do? I need to respect your boundaries “no..you go and do you..I understand..if you need me, you know where I am, ok?”. There was no kiss to calm his racing mind, no touch, all she did was nod in appreciation, turned on her heels and half ran-half walked away from him without even looking back, who was it that once said ‘if you love someone, set them free, if they don’t come back to you, they were never yours to keep’? don’t care, all I care and wish for is that you find your way back to me real soon. With a heavy heart and lead in his shoes he started walking in the other direction, get some air, distract yourself, thinking about her walking away from you is unbearable, central park, a little bit of nature and away from this racing city will do you good. Evening was throwing its’ last rays of light around as he walked back to the hotel, so weird that every corner of every street in this crazy city seemed to hold so many memories even if they had been together for a relative short time, he saw her dance and twirl and giggle in front of his eyes everytime he turned a corner, just come home to me babe, please. “Good evening, Sir, will you be dining out? Do you need reservations?” the clerk at the hotel reception asked him as he handed him his keycard, “Uhh, no..not tonight, I’ll order in I guess..” with a friendly nod he took the key and headed on up to his room. Flicking through the channels on TV, checking his phone for the umpteenth time, checking his iPad, checking his hair for split ends, nothing could calm him down, he brushed every device from his lap and got up to stare through the window, should I call her? Send an app? Start an e-mail? Tempting but no..leave her be for a bit, if she hasn’t come back by tomorrow morning, you can go over to her apartment, give her some space.

After hours of tossing and turning his mind finally welcomed the sweet darkness of sleep, somewhere in the distance he heard a door open and close again, he was dreaming,..five minutes later he could’ve sworn he felt the mattress dip, still not waking up, I’m still sleeping. It was the arm digging under him and an arm folding over him and a warm body glueing itself against him that had him resurfacing, his eyes slowly fluttered open only to find himself wishing he wasn’t dreaming, and he wasn’t because there she was “I’m ready, Jay..I’m coming back to LA with you” her breath was warm and sweet against his cheek. Wide awake now, he rolled on his side and kissed her full lips “are you really sure? I mean..I don’t want to pressure you”, even in the darkness she could see the worried cloud veiling his eyes. “I’m not sure of most things anymore, but the one thing I’m sure of is that I love you and I want to be with you”. Jay gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face “I love you too..we’ll take it step by step, ok? We can evaluate after a month or so..”, his words made her tap his nose “now you make it sound like school, with all those evaluations..let’s just agree that whenever there’s an issue we’re open about it” she clarified, he nodded. “Thanks for giving me some alone-time” she added, “yeah..are you ok? So, did you go back to your apartment?” he tried to get to the bottom of her Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde act, but it obviously was a bridge too far because she instantly shut down again “I’d imagined you being a lot happier about me moving in with you”. He stole another kiss from her lips “Honey, I've just been woken up after hours of tossing and turning, so I'm really sorry that at my age it gets more and more difficult to do all excited cartwheels in the middle of the night” he gave her a fat, exhausted grin “but trust me, I'm deliriously happy” his finger tracing the perfection of her nose. “I knew I had to give you some space but tonight was hell..being here all by myself, I barely managed to not drive myself insane” another kiss and she put her head back down against his chest “I'm trouble, Jay, plain and simple trouble” her warm breath tickled against his naked skin. “Oh no, you're not, you're exquisite trouble, but more importantly you're all the trouble I love so much..I'm not exactly your typical choir boy either, now am I?” his arm caressed her back which made her cuddle up even closer. “Shame..I could do with a choir boy in my life..” she giggled as he slapped her butt in response, “oh really? Well I may look like Jesus but what do you think I let Satan out to play?” he rolled her over and pinned her down on the mattress.

The doorbell rang, oh god, she was nowhere near ready and Jay was already there, she had left the hotel early this morning to start on getting most of her stuff ready, and even though there wasn't much to pack apart from some clothes, she didn't know where to start on all her brushes, paints, pencils. “You ready?” Jared pushed open the door, “no..I'm so sorry, I don't know where to start..it's gonna take forever to get all my stuff packed up” she nervously puffed a strand of hair out of her eyes, while he looked at the warzone in front of him. “Oh honey, you only need some clothes..I was gonna keep it as a surprise but everything you need to paint and more is being delivered to my house right now, so you can keep everything here..so next time we're in New York you can come and paint here without having to move everything”. Huh? She looked at him in shock, “but..it took me years to collect all this stuff, do you know how much even one of these brushes cost?” but his reaction was just a shrug “I haven't got a clue, does it matter? You'll have two sets now”. Was she being ungrateful? Uhg, yeah she was “thank you, Jay..just promise you'll let me pay for it?” it was the least she could do now she finally had some money in the bank, “I will do no such thing, consider it a 'welcome to your new home' present” he gave her a fast wink before he folded his arms around her waist and kissed her. “You are amazing..I couldn't have done all this, gotten through all this without your help..I don't think you know how grateful I am” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Oh trust me, I do know..I felt your gratitude last night” he grinned, stealing kisses “there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, except keep our plane waiting, so come on, let's get your stuff and let's get out of here, the sun is waiting for us”.

Was it having to say goodbye to New York? Was it all the drama with her family? Whatever it was, she was zoning out again, during the flight down here, she had seemed so absent, she had been staring out of the plane window completely lost in her own thoughts. The car drove up his driveway and he squeezed her hand “home at last”, Harper sat up and grabbed her bag, it was like she saw his house for the first time..she didn't remember much from a couple of days ago, the size of his house still shocked her. “How can anyone ever afford such a house?..I don't remember it being this big” she jumped out of the car “and I thought my parents' house was ridiculous but this one is just next level”. Jared, clearly embarrassed, shrugged, was it really that over the top? Looking at it..actually yeah..it was much bigger than the previous house “it's just a house, darling..a roof over my..our head, and aren't you glad to be out of that frikkin' cold of New York?..that's why I love LA so much, the climate is real constant all year round, good for my old bones”. A smile on the verge of a giggle curled around those delicious lips, “come on, golden oldie, take me inside” she hooked her arm in his, all the doom and gloom of the plane and car ride suddenly completely forgotten about, or was that just a fine example of excellent acting?. “Did I already tell you that your bedroom is actually the size of my entire apartment?” she dropped her bag, taking in the beautiful room full of light with an enormous, plush looking, bed against the only wall, all the rest was windows all around, guitars neatly lined up in one corner of the room..guitars? “do you keep those around to serenade all your conquests for the night?” she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “This room has got the best acoustics..that and the inspiration usually comes in the middle of the night, so I like to have a guitar at hand” he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, why was there always a sense of mistrust? “and it's no longer my bedroom..it's OUR bedroom”. Did she even listen to anything he had just said? She just sat down on the side of the bed, clearly absorbed with whatever was dancing round in her head, “what is it?” he sat down next to her, twirling a strand of hair around his finger, “huh?” to his surprise she got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the city of Angels underneath her “now that is an iconic view” she tried to change the subject, the last thing she wanted to talk about was the mess in her head. “Yeah it is” he came standing behind her, folding his arms around her waist as he kissed the side of her neck, you don't want to talk about it, fine, just know that you're gonna have to talk about it sooner or later.

This house was a maze, you needed a sat nav to find your way round here, down another set of stairs, what would be behind this door? Was that another living room? Oh, a recording studio..this house was packed with two things: music and there was some damn fine art hanging on the walls, but did it feel homely?..nope, it actually felt like a well designed roof over your head, nothing more, this house didn't feel lived in, it just had no soul..and a soul was what the owner of this house had in abundance. When she finally found her way to the kitchen, he just put his phone down “there you are”, why did she have the constant feeling that he was 'scanning' her? Like she would walk into a room and the first thing he seemed to be doing was checking her mood or her behavior. “You know I used to have a turtle as a kid and when the grass in the backyard would get long, I used to stick a little flag on his shield with gum, so I could spot him instantly at all times, I think I need someone to stick the same flag on my head because this place is a frikkin maze, I get lost every single time”. Jared started giggling behind her, “great idea! I bet you look amazing with a little flag on your head, we can make it a feature every time I throw a party”, she opened the fridge looking for something to drink, ok, water, juices in every single flavour, beers, bottles of wine..this fridge was nearly as big as his house. “Looking at your fridge, I think you probably do throw a party twice a week” she picked something fizzy and sat down next to him “do they know?”, he gave her a puzzled look “who needs to know what?”, a sip of her drink “all your friends, do they know I live here now?” oh, was that what was bothering her, nervous about meeting his friends and family, , understandable, those wackos were pretty possessive at the best of times. “No, they don't, not yet at least, it all happened so sudden, but I'll keep them up to date this week and maybe I can even plan a lovely dinner soon with them and us, they'll love you” she couldn't see that he was crossing his fingers behind his back.

[lordseochangbin]

Do you think you could write a rich kid!reader x pool cleaner hyunjin smut?? I just thought of the idea and my legs immediately felt like jelly dndkddkdk

not the only thing that’s wet- hhj

a/n: so this came out longer than expected sksk. also i wanted to add some humor(not even sure if it’s funny) but just know anything said abt the members is fictional lmfaoo. hope you enjoy !

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“i swear to god.. i just need some fucking hot ass man to take my virginity! like how hard is it?? im rich, im sexy, im pretty?? now how hard is it to find a guy?!” you ranted out to your friends ruby and lea.

the two girls watched you pace around the room, “y/n, how about we make a list?!” lea suggested.

you turned around in excitement, “a list?! hmm throw out some names”

lea took out her phone, the three of you left to think about some of the finest men at your school.

“bang chan” lea threw out.

“oh my god no! he’s too much, i heard he fucked this girl till she cummed 7 times” ruby said

“7 TIMES?!” you and lea exclaimed. fuck, bang chan. you could only imagine dating him, but maybe not for a first time.

“ok... kim seungmin?” lea threw out.

“you mean small dick?” ruby retorted.

“how do you know that?” you asked ruby, actually curious. you received quite the obvious laugh in response, as if ruby was taken way back to when she was once in love with one of the cutest boys in the academy.

you pushed your custom made louie vuitton purse to the side, making room to sit down and contemplate about any other guy at your school.

“how about han jisung??” lea suggested once more.

ruby covered her mouth in shock, “oh no no no, that guy is too kind to just fuck around. plus i called dibs on him awhile ago”

you and lea kept eye contact, dropping your head in disappointment as another guy was crossed off the list.

“ruby.. who do you think would best suit for me?”

ruby looked up to the roof, her mind elsewhere as it always seemed to be. you loved ruby and lea, growing up with the two girls being honestly the biggest blessing you could ask for. but ruby was of a different character. one day she’d talk about the ingredients in a mcnugget and the next she’d be rambling about how pink is a sexy color for lingerie. lea and you seemed to be the closest however, she was always there for you no matter what and you loved her more than anything.

“i say.. lets go online and find some random stranger to set you up with. boom. we’ll pay him and just hope and pray that he’s some hot 18 y/o” ruby replied, putting her hands together to “pray” to the lord(seo changbin)

“ruby...” lea pushed her a little so she could snap out of her position, “that’s a terrible idea” the three of you bursted into laughter

when the laughing died down, you got up from your seat shrugging your shoulders as your walked out to your clear glass windows. “but guys, i really don’t know. should i just wait? i am ‘daddys rich little angel’ anyways” you replied sarcastically.

lea rolled her eyes, grabbing your ray banz glasses and throwing them on you. “cheer up okay? we’re gonna make this happen i swear”

ruby popped up on your right, grabbing your hand and petting it. “don’t worry, god gave us one life, and we should live it with faith. faith that we will live to see a wet pen-”

“RUBY-” lea interrupted.

“it’s alright guys” you patted both of their shoulders, “it’s not like some attractive guy is just gonna show up out of nowhere”

you smiled at the two girls who did an amazing job of cheering you up before opening the glass doors to the patio of your mansion home. taking a few steps outside, you noticed a white truck pull into the driveway. your dad waiting by the pool as a boy wearing simply a white tee, blue ripped jeans, and sport shoes came out.

“holy shit” lea cursed under her breath

all three of your jaws dropped as the boy walked towards your father, a hand brushing through his luscious black hair as the wind passed by him with perfect timing.

you lowered down your expensive glasses to get a better look of him, “now who may this fine fellow be”

ruby smirked, “i bet his weewee is the size of-”

“ruby, what is up with you and dicks today i swear to god” lea questioned, all attention that was once on the pretty boy now concerned for your friend

“im sorryyy” ruby sarcastically replied, “i just know a good one when i see one” she said, sending a wink your way.

“who is he?” lea asked as you watched your dad point at the pool

“how much you wanna bet he’s some rich guys son who’s complimenting his pool right now?” ruby asked

“none.. look at his hands. cleaning supplies” you replied.

“y/n!! that fine ass man... he’s your pool cleaner” lea called out to your attention.

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your dad knocked on the door before welcoming himself in. “hey girls, im off to a meeting. do you need money for lunch?”

“no that’s alright, they were just leaving” you replied

“we were?” ruby replied. you turned around to give ruby the death stare before ruby could continue, “oh yes!! we are QUITE busy mr.y/l/n!”

“i see...” you father responded, “ well y/n if you’re home alone i just want to let you know that there’s a pool cleaner outside working. im off”

your dad closed the door before you could drop the blanket you covered yourself with. “that was close” lea responded from behind you as you threw on a robe to cover up your swimming suit.

“so close.. now should i try this out?”

“go for it, we’re upstairs if you need us” lea said, joining ruby on your bed and turning on the tv. you took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to talk to the boy and eventually finding yourself in front of him speechless.

“hey... were you planning on going in the pool?” he asked, puppy eyes almost shining under the summer sun as he looked at you apologetically, “im cleaning it right now but you can dip your feet at the least” he suggested.

you found yourself awestruck at how handsome he was.. his arms, his jet black hair, his perfect jawline, and the way his white tee stuck to his washboard abs.

“yeah.. sure” you managed to let out in a shaky voice.

the boy continued with his business despite your arrival, making your frustrated due to lack of discussion. minutes seemed to pass quickly and it made you impatient.

“so what do you find attractive in a girl?” you asked, turning to the boy

he rose his eyebrows at the sudden interrogation. “a girl.. hmm. maybe a girl who’s a tease? likes to flirt? sexy?” he laughed as he threw a towel over his shoulder

“hmm..” you hummed to yourself, kicking your feet in the water. “and what’s your name?”

“my name? i think i told your dad already, it’s hyunjin”

from there, your two friends were able to finish two films, curious about your whereabouts but scared to check outside knowing your intentions. but that wasn’t the real reason you two took so long, once the conversation started to speed up you’d learned that hyunjin was a college student trying to make extra cash to pay off his tuition by cleaning pools. he sat down as well, his jeans rolled up so his feet were kicking beside yours.

“so hyunjin... like you said. you like girls that are attractive, sexy, and flirty?” you asked

“why? you think you have all three of those? maybe you hit attractive and sexy at the least” he replied, earning a splash of water to his face.

“stop! your gonna get my hair wet” he replied, laughed at your sudden lash of anger

“im sure your hair isn’t the only thing that’s wet” you replied, placing a hand on his knee. the sudden affection made his plush lips part, a perfect situation for you to jump on his lap. and that’s exactly what you did

“y/n” he moaned as your lips clashed together with his. your legs found themselves wrapped around his, your position slowly making your robe tie loosen and revealing a pretty red swimsuit inside.

“do you find me attractive now?” you whispered into his ear as you tugged onto his hair, exposing the pretty surface of his neck to place kisses on

“so fucking sexy y/n.. please” he muttered as you left marks on his flawless skin

his hands wrapped themselves around your waist before you two could slip into the pool.

“shit- y/n im so sorry” he said as carried you to the seated area of the pool before combing his wet locks with his fingers

“its okay” you gasped in relief, catching your breath as you sat on his lap again.

hyunjin smirked as you slowly removed the robe, making him pull off his shirt to pull you closer

“now look at us babygirl, a pretty wet mess” he said, pushing a piece of stranded hair to the side before places kisses down your neck. he left marks from your jaw to your chest, throwing the swimsuit off as his fingers toyed with each nipple. your hands tugged at his wet jeans as he slowly pulled them off, leaving you both with nothing- just as you had planned.

you wrapped your hands around hyunjins neck, rolling your hips against his member as sinful moans left his lips. soon you felt his member stretch passed your wet folds making you dig your nails into his pure skin

“y/n... we just met today and you’re making me-”

you bit his bottom lip making him whimper. the friction was hard to handle even when you were underwater, the water made it easy for hyunjin to pull in and out of your pussy at rapid pace.

god, was this amazing. especially considering it was your first time and you needed it to be as easy as it could get. you blessed whatever deity up there for making such a handsome man like hyunjin and for making him a pool cleaner out of all things, sex in your pool was so much more hotter (ironically) than it seemed.

and at last, when you were ready to release you let you let go of hyunjins lips. “this feeling...” you whispered, “hyunjin i think im gonna cum” hyunjin grabbed your waists with a tight grip, making you bounce up and down on his member at an unbelievably fast pace.

“let’s cum together baby” he said, pushing you into a deep kiss

and before you knew it you were coming inside him, your first experience not ending just there as he reached his high slowly after

“hyunjin”you panted, grabbing your robe from behind him.

“thank you” you continued, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“you planned this all along huh? to prove you were sexy, i love it” hyunjin replied, grabbing your robe and throwing it somewhere far away.

your ass rested on his cock as he felt your legs wrap tighter around him “if you’re really thankful, then let’s just stay like this?” he asked

“deal” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder as you feel asleep in the lukewarm water.

[james-bucky-barnackle]

Two Night Stand (Part 3)

Synopsis: (AU) You can’t wait for your contract to end and get that recommendation to get an actual job as a writer so you found yourself at a club drinking away to forget about the stress of your shitty job as the assistant of the biggest Editor in New York, you end up hooking up with the man of your dreams only to wake up to a nightmare when you find out he’s the son of your boss.

PART 2 | 2NS Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I'm sorry I took sooooo long to update this! I just had a writer’s block :(( ALSOOOO, this whole fic is actually inspired by Tove Stryke’s album - SWAY, so check that out if you want to know what I listen to when I write this fic ok bye. (gifs not mine its from tenor)

“This is me,” I say as we get to the front of Winnie’s building. He moves closer to touch my back and was about to plant a kiss on my cheeks, when he quickly realizes we’re on a hazard zone. We both laugh, I bite my lips, he is such a dream.

“Where’s your next appointment at?” I ask, as he fishes his pocket for his phone.

“It was actually the building next to where we did the fitting,” he scratches his head. What?! He sees my surprised face. “I just wanted to spend six blocks with you,” I blush for the nth time. He’s ridiculous, I shake my head.

“You sir are out of your mind,” his head is shyly hanging low.

“I’ll see you soon?” his blue eyes look into mine, does he have magic gems in them? What is wrong with me? This is unfair. I wish I could look at someone with puppy dog eyes and get what I want.

“Yeah, sure. Let me just turn in my resignation letter and we’ll be on our merry way.” Of course it’s a joke. I feel like I’m 12, hiding my middle school boyfriend from my parents. He laughs again, I’m pretty sure passers by look at us like we’re patients fresh out of the mental hospital. Especially with me, I’m probably the one with the stray jacket smiling like an idiot. Now he bites his lips, we both have places to be and yet here we are standing stuck on the concrete sidewalk like lamp posts oddly placed too close together.

“Y/N?” Shit, I whip my head and I see Nat. Holy crap I thought it was Winifred. You know what? I’m too jumpy and nervous that even if it was a grown man’s voice, I’d still think it was Winnie. “Good afternoon, Sir Barnes,” she greets Bucky as soon as she sees who I’m standing next to. She knows who he is?! I work with his mother and I didn’t know who he was. I immediately take a step away from him. Nat raises her eyebrows at me and gives me a suspicious look that says What’s going on Y/L/N? And I reply with a Don’t look at me like that! Look that has my nostrils flaring. I see Bucky try to hide his amused expression. What did he even find attractive about me? Probably my stupid expressions, right.

“I-uh have to go, thanks for helping me, Y/N.” He sneaks in, and in a split second touches my arm before he waves at Nat and I see Vision pulling up the driveway. When did that happen?

“Bye,” I reply as he gives me this look that I know already says a paragraph for my haywire brain. He gets inside the car and they start driving off. I smile like I’m waving off my husband before he leaves for work, like the pearl necklace wearing housewives from the 60’s cereal commercials.

“Why do I feel like you’ve had way too much fun on that errand?” Oh right, Nat. I quickly purse my lips together, blowing air into my cheeks as I try to hide my smile. Nat’s not stupid. Am I high? Is this what it feels like? The smile isn’t going away, my cheeks are filled with air. I shake my head like a five-year old. Nat pinches my side.

“Ow! Hey!”

“You’re gonna get into so much trouble.”

“I’m not! What for?” I play dumb with her, so far she knows the title of this suspicion, and not the content. I’m still safe.

“I saw how you two looked at each other,” okay, maybe she saw a little trailer too. We start walking towards the building’s doors.

“I just helped him with the fitting, he was just thankful for the help,” I’ve said help twice, at this point I might as well add one more, since third time’s the charm, am I right? Nat nods at me, she’s suddenly nonchalant. Wait a minute, that’s it? She quit? Normally, she doesn’t stop until she knows everything. Okay, I’m not complaining. Good, I guess my secret’s still safe, then. We enter the elevator, floor number thirty here we go.

-

*Ding!*

“You what?!” Whoops, guess not.

“Don’t tell anyone! I’ll take care of Bruce’s dog for you!” Bruce is her boyfriend, and he has this french bulldog that he’d ask Nat to walk every night. Nat would rather be staying at home binge watching the making of a murderer than walking that cute hound. She hated that dog. How could anyone hate that dog? Sure he jumps a lot at people, but it’s because he’s excited. He’s a dog, what does she expect it to do? Walk around at home on two feet and wash the dishes?

“Fine, and you better be the one to give him his baths as well,”

“What does Bruce even do?”

“He feeds him”

“Are we a committee? It’s one dog Nat, you don’t need a village to raise a dog.”

“Are you gonna shut up or am I gonna unzip my mouth, because there’s your boss.” Oh shit, I scowl at her. I walk and immediately follow Winifred just before she gets to the door of her office and open it for her. She walks to her table and I replace her coffee with a new one, thank god I didn’t forget to get one on the way with Bucky. She lowers her glasses and peers at me like I’m a parasite.

“Tell me your not wearing that to the dinner meeting.”

“I’m- uh not.”

“I didn’t think so.” she lifts her glasses back up. I sigh, and fake a smile and snarl as soon as I turn my back. My phone beeps, it’s Sam, saying he’ll be ready to pick us up in thirty minutes, I tell Winifred and leave to sit at my desk. I open my drawer and pick a mirror up giving myself a once over. Maybe, the messy bun wasn’t ideal for a meeting at the Eleven Madison Park. I look like a bozo, do people even still use that word? I shake my head. I hear steps behind me, I look to see that it’s Clint. Just the person I need to get me out of this wardrobe disaster.

“Clint!” He turns around, a sudden glee to his face. He already knows it’s for a makeover, he skips in my direction. I laugh at his expression and I lift one of my camisole straps to signal the SOS and he points to the elevator. I give him a huge grin as I follow him to the lift. He presses floor number twenty, my favorite floor; the best floor, to be honest. I’m already excited, and I can tell he is too. Clint’s the art director, he’s the kindest. The moment I got in the View, he’s been a hero to me. He’s really close with Winnie, that’s why I was really anxious around him at first. But he was the only one who ate with me the first lunch I had in the building and even gave me a tour, and showed me all the ropes so I didn’t have to be such a nuisance to Winnie, not knowing where each department was located and what they did. The elevator doors open and I gasp, I feel like I’m in heaven. Racks of clothes, shoes and bags all over the whole floor. This was a luxury I could never see myself have in a million years.

“Come, sweetie let’s fix-” he gestures his hands over me like he’s swatting a fly, “whatever that is.” I shake my head and smirk.

“I’m ready.”I blow air up the strand of hair that’s fallen in front of my face.

Everytime me and Clint are together, he always tells me the best gossip. I rarely have any to share, but I’ve definitely been more observant of our coworkers. We’re at the aisle where the dresses are all lined up neatly. I see this gorgeous white off the shoulder dress that’s fitted. Clint sees me eyeing it, and pulls it from the rack. I put my hands up,

“Oh, no. I can’t wear that. I might stain it, and I definitely don’t have the money to replace that.”

“Honey, it’s all yours. I didn’t even know we still had this, it was for a 2015 photoshoot with Natalie Portman.” I almost trip, I’m I really serious about this? He pushes the dress onto me.

“Just wear it.” It’s not like I didn’t have a hint of disdain for it, he didn’t really have to ask twice. I ran to the dressing room and hope it fits. I pull my hair tie letting my hair snake behind my back. Okay, this looks really good. I’ve never really worn white before, and now that I’m pretty much checking myself out in the mirror, I think I’ll wear white more often. When I open the dressing room curtains, I see Clint holding nude stilettos, he’s literally my fairy godfather. I hug him tight, and I break free when he taps my shoulders, “oops, sorry. Too much?”

“Too much,” he replies.

“You’re. The. Best.”

“You owe me-”

“I know,” I kiss him on the cheek, thank him and say goodbye. I think I’m gonna have to start making a list of people I owe. I make a quick stop at one of the vanity tables at the far end of the floor and put a light dab of makeup on my face. Mostly just highlighter, lipstick and mascara. I steal a few pumps of the perfume on the table too, what good would it be working at the View if you couldn’t take advantage of the makeup lying around the styling department? I give myself one more look in the mirrored wall, and then click on the elevator buttons, now we wait. When I get back to my desk, I grab my iPad and a notebook just because, and stuff it all in my bag. I check everything, Winnie included. Sam’s already texted me that he’s already downstairs. I open Winnie’s office doors just as I see her standing up, and she gives me a smile- it looks like a genuine one. I tried to look into what it meant, it can’t be a real smile. Does she know I stole Natalie Portman’s dress? Holy shit she’s probably going to fire-

“Someone’s finally looking like a real employee,” she says as she walks out the door, I clutch the door handle tighter. Did she just compliment me?! Oh my gosh I wish I had it all on tape. This is never gonna happen again. I nod and am not even sure if I should thank her, she might think I’m too low if I thank her for that, that was definitely a compliment. I close the door and lock it, and when I turn around, she’s staring at the bag sitting on my desk. It’s the canvas tote bag, there goes my compliment, gone in a second.

“Go back inside, grab my black Louis Vuitton hand bag, borrow that,” what have you done with my boss?! “And throw this dust rug out,” there’s my girl.

I open her office door again and go inside to get the bag, I can’t wrap my head around this. Is this really happening? Is she high? What is going on? I see the bag on her shelf and grab it, it’s light, I open it and voila! It’s already empty, okay no need to declutter. I clutch it and leave the room. As soon as she sees me lock the door for the second time, she’s started making her way to the lift. I grab my tote and dump everything into the Louis Vuitton. I can’t believe she’s letting me borrow her bag, surely this has to be broken, maybe there’s a hole in it. I jump when I hear her voice interrupt my silent inspection.

“It’s in perfect condition. Don’t - ruin it,” yes, ma’am I gulp.

-

“Hi Sam,”

“Good evening Winnie,” he nods his head at her. “--hot damn!” he says when he looks to greet me, I nudge him with my shoulders and laugh. He opens the car for us and we drive to the venue. I open my iPad and scroll through the people that will be present at the meeting. Winnie doesn’t really give a damn about remembering names, you only ever need to know hers. Looks like Ken doll’s gonna be there too, that’s neat. Lowkey wished he was there too. I mentally smack myself, I’ve had way too much of him already, I’m being so selfish. Or am I? It’s not everyday you get to meet a guy like him. Okay focus, I scroll through the agenda and the topics that will be addressed for the meeting- hmm, so there’s an announcement. Oh boy, Winnie does not like to be surprised, this better be good. In a few minutes, we arrive and Sam opens the door for Winnie while I help myself out. The place is perfect, the ambiance warm and elegant. Sam parks the car and I follow behind Winnie. The host immediately ushers us to the table, located in one of the far corner of the restaurant, the perfect place for privacy.

As soon as we near the table, a man dressed in a very expensive suit stands up and lowers his shades, of course he’s wearing shades at night, and indoors, beside him is a statuesque blonde angel. I raise my eyebrows and lower them quickly as I whisper onto Winifred’s ears.

“Tony Stark of Stark Industries and Pepper Potts, the new CEO,” Winnie fakes a smile like I’m telling her something else as Tony removes his shades and the two of them hug, she hugs Pepper just after. He helps her to her seat, and before he sits on his, he gives me a once over. Okay, big guy. I speak onto Winnie’s ears like I’m her conscience, but instead of giving her advice on how to be a more decent human being, I’m telling her people’s profiles. By the time I’ve finished introducing everyone to her seated around the table silently, not wanting them to know Winnie is completely unaware of who a lot of them are, it’s probably been 20 minutes. Food has started being served, and I’m allowed myself a salad, before Winnie judges my eating habits. The last time she saw me eating, it was at my desk, sneaking bites of my cheeseburger, she looked like she wanted to puke.

“What’s the announcement Stark?” her voice is cold.

“Don’t wanna wait until dessert?” Stark replies.

“I don’t do dessert, sugar is the devil’s work.” Well Winnie, if you really wanna know what the devil’s work is, you might want to look in the mirror.

“Okay, I want to sponsor the View’s annual fashion ball.” I almost drop my fork, I immediately grab the glass and drink water, not wanting to be asked my opinion. Winnie’s paused, she’s silent, but she suddenly huffs, a small chuckle escaping from her lips.

“What do you want this year’s theme to be? Bolts and screws?” Stark’s the lead innovator for technological advancements, Winnie’s such a drag.

“I thought the Winnie could make fashion out of anything, bolts and screws too hard for you?” I can hear the mortal combat narrator saying “fight”. Tony raises his glass, Winnie smirks at him.

“Very well, what purpose does it serve to sponsor this year’s ball?”

“I’m venturing out into other things,”

“Fashion being one of them?”

“Winnie, when have I ever looked bad?”

“Well you did have this one time where you wore that ugly-”

“Besides the point,” I hide a giggle as I lowered my glass to continue munching on my greens. “I’m trying to reach out to new demographics, and it’s good PR, trying to fix last year’s bad run,” he continues chewing on his steak. Last year was a mess, his prototypes were stolen which was ironic considering his inventions were designed to ensure safety and security. Getting those stolen without the alarms going off in his own house, doesn’t really speak reliable. I already know Winnie’s gonna accept the offer, it’s her plan all along, she’s had one of Stark’s board members talk the idea to Stark, and Winnie uses drama to spark attention to her projects. Looks like Stark’s gonna be this year’s headliner. Tony bids a quick goodbye right after Winnie says yes and leaves Pepper to handle anything else, and the meeting continues and I’ve noticed Steve isn’t here yet, that’s not good, Winnie’s not gonna like that. Dessert’s already on the roll and I try to ignore Winnie’s glare when she sees the waiter put down a slice of cheesecake in front of me. I deserve this, let me be woman. As I take a chunk in, I hear one of the other people in the meeting ask Winnie.

“I heard your son’s in town, will he be attending the ball?” I immediately bite the spoon at the thought of him.

“Of course he would,” Winnie answers as a matter of factly.

“Any idea who his date might be?” my stomach drops, now that’s sad. He’s probably not gonna ask me, I mean who even am I? We’ve just met last night, and I can already see every hollywood tabloid making all sorts of nasty titles if he brought an unknown to the red carpet. Why am I even thinking about this? Of course he’s not gonna ask me, I’m a nobody, and hello? Earth to Y/N? We’ve known each other for what, two days?

“Probably the girl he was caught kissing by the paparazzi,” a woman from the other end of the table sneaks in. Wait what? Why that motherfucker, I knew it! He’s such a playboy, why did I not see that coming?

“Who? When?!” I hear Winnie, she’s shocked too. I fish for my phone, and immediately ask good ol’ google who exactly this girl is. I start typing his name.

“Her identity’s still a mystery to me, I thought you’d know Winnie. Looks like young Barnes is keeping secrets from his mother now,” oh you bet, he is, who could this woman be?! This morning?! He probably went out with someone before he came by Winnie’s office.

“It was just this morning, I saw the photos on Twitter too,” the guy chimes in. I’m scrolling rapidly on one of ET’s website, and I gasp. Winnie looks at me and raises her eyebrows, probably wishing I was dead for sneaking a gasp in between their conversation.

“Sorry! I don’t hiccup like normal people.” She rolls her eyes at me, I’m glad she let’s it go and immediately goes back with her conversation. I quickly exit my browser and put my phone in my bag. I’ve seen the photo, of Bucky and the girl he was kissing. She was wearing an orange camisole, denim jeans with her hair in a bun and her hands on Bucky’s shoulders. My heart jumps out of my body. Winnie can’t see that photo. I am dead. My face wasn’t seen, my back was turned to the camera, but I’m now time travelling through earlier events in my mind, did she know what I was wearing?! Okay, I came to her office, with the coats from Balmain, so I was covered, right? And when I excused myself out of the office, she didn’t even notice me that much since she was so focused on her dear Bucky. And now, I’m wearing this white off shoulder dress… Holy fuck, “Tell me your not wearing that to the dinner meeting,” my jaw drops, her voice repeats through my head over and over again. She’s seen me, in those exact same clothes, in that exact same hairstyle. I wished I was a different skin color right now, that would’ve saved my ass. But no, my palms suddenly feel sweaty. I’m thinking of what I could do. This is not happening, not yet. Oh my gosh, I can’t even think straight. Great, now I have to keep Winnie from ever seeing those paparazzi photos, which would be fucking hard because she’s got eyes everywhere! I’m surprised she hasn’t even seen it.

“If she’s got her back turned, what good would it be for me to look at it?” WHAT? I’m gonna start putting fruits on the altars of every religion I know. I’m thankfully confused, I have no idea what just happened. Why does it feel like I’m gonna get away with this? “She’s probably just one of my son’s models.” Okay this is gonna sound very contradictory, but 1) models? She thinks I’m a model? No wait, she hasn’t seen the photos; 2) his models?!

But being in this situation, sitting next to Winifred, iPad on my lap recording the meeting for me to type the transcript on my laptop later, Bucky’s sort of fading away, he sure is an eye candy… well, an actual candy… But my fear of Winnie definitely defeats dating him. These two Barnes are pulling me on two opposite directions, and I’m whacked not knowing where to go, I’m not so excited about meeting Mr. Barnes now, which direction is he gonna pull me into? I try not to even imagine. My heart is still pounding like crazy, Winifred wins - for now. Maybe try not to walk and kiss him in public, Y/N? That’d be great.

“Well Winnie, looks like the tabloids are not gonna let that paparazzi photo slide,” Pepper chirps in. No Pepper, shhh, be on my side, I thought you were an angel? I’m having your wings cut. She looks like she enjoys this topic. A voice jolts my body just as I try to grab my glass to have another drink.

“One week and I’m already the talk of the town.” I pull my head up slowly as if a camera’s zooming in to capture my blank expression. I’m wiped clean, how many emotional roller coasters do I have to experience? I want out. Of course, he’s here, of course.

“James!” Winnie kisses him on the cheek as he takes a seat just in front of me, great. Steve quickly follows behind him. “Steve,” Winnie grunts, “where have the two of you been? We’ve already finished the meeting!’

“Had something to turn in the office, I borrowed Steve for a bit,” Bucky replied as he gave me a wink, I kick him from under the table and gave him a quick stare. He looks to his side laughing. Steve takes the seat beside Winnie.

“Learn to look at the time James, and Y/N” I look up way too fast, “just email the transcript to Steve after you’ve done it.” I nod robotically.

“So who is it?” Pepper’s voice hums in the air.

“Who is?” Bucky answers, as he calls a waiter.

“The girl in the pap photo.” Pepper smirks.

“They’re that fast?” I’m about to burst into flames, in 6 months, I thought I’ve gone through the worst working in the View, but this boy right in front of me, has been giving me both heaven and hell. He really wants me to get in trouble.

“Stop making it longer than it has to be,” Steve interrupts, I look at him and see him smiling right at me. Oh. My. Gosh. He. Knows. I feel like my makeup has peeled off my face.

“Why don’t you guys just mind your own business?” he laughs as he points an accusing finger at Steve and shakes his head at Pepper.

“Guess Bucky’s already booked for this year’s ball,”

“Only if she agrees,” Bucky replies as I feel his feet playfully swinging at mine underneath the table. Oh my, here we go.

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Dilemma

Marcella left that Sunday, leaving Yeon alone again in her parents home, and more than that in Seoul. Her best friend hugged her tight wishing her luck, promising to text her on Kakao every day. That was two days ago, now Yeon was sitting in her room, going over her supplies for school, hating the fact that her father had asked her to take at least one summer class.

You want your own place? Take one summer class.

His words echoed in her head, and she grumbled to herself knowing that she didn’t have enough money on her own. As long as she had good grades, her father always gave her what she wanted and what she needed. She was going to remedy that. She looked down at her phone, waiting for Jay to text her back. The next morning after the club, she had woken up to a text from him.

Good morning, beautiful…this is Jae-Beom

She had smiled reading it, and they had been texting steadily ever since. She also learned that his name was Jay Park, at least that’s what everyone else called him. He was the CEO of AOMG music. She checked out a few of his videos and songs, wondering how could the shy, sweet guy who was texting her and met her at the club be the one behind Mommae? They had been texting for two weeks now, talking to each other on face time. He was always too busy, with work to meet up with her. Jun Seo wasn’t however, he always seemed to make time.

He either came to get her or met her somewhere. They had been on several dates, the first time he had kissed her, was also the last time. He either brushed his lips across her forehead or kissed her hand. She sighed thinking about two guys, and so far neither one of them was making any real moves. As she sat down on her bed, tucking her legs under her body she glanced at the clock, it was only 2:30 pm in the afternoon. What was she going to do with the rest of her day?

Her phone chimed as a text rolled in.

Why don’t you come past my building? We can have a snack? Talk in person

It was Jay, she bit her lip thinking if she should or not. She was supposed to meet with Jun Seo tonight, she wouldn’t be late right? No. She texted him back.

Yea, give me an address and I’ll head over, let me get dressed

Or, just come as you are…

Jokes on you, I’m wearing sweats and a baggy shirt

Girl, you don’t know what you’re doing to me…

She laughed at him, tossing her phone back on the bed, as she stood up. What was she going to wear? Her hair was two strand twisted against her head and secured on the nape of her neck with a satin hair tie. Whatever, she wasn’t going to dress fancy. She found a pair of white shorts, pulling those on. A short sleeved, black shirt that billowed in the back went on next. She slipped grabbed a pair of silver heels, and a big silver clutch. Phone and wallet inside, she walked down the stairs just as her father was walking pass.

He appraised her outfit with a skeptical eye. “I thought your date was tonight.”

As she got to the bottom of the steps she placed her hand on her hip. “Does he tell you everything?” That was really going to bug her.

“He tells me what I need to know. Where are you headed?” Yeon walked towards the door, keeping her mouth quiet.

“Out with a friend abeoji, you don’t have to always check on me. I’m fine.” She slipped her shoes on, grabbing keys from the chest near the door.

“I didn’t know you had more friends here.” He was about to inquire more, before she ran over to him, kissing his cheek quickly.

“I have to go, dad, bye.” She hurriedly ran out the door and to the car, he could be so nosy at times.

The AOMG building was easy enough to find, and she stood at the reception desk, waiting for the secretary to let Jay know she was there. The other woman sized her up and down, several times as she was on the phone. Yeon rolled her eyes, not caring if she saw or not, leaning against the desk.

“Am I free to go up now? I told you he was expecting me.” The receptionist clearly annoyed, put on a smile, pointing towards the elevator.

“I’m sorry, he doesn’t usually have such guests come during the daytime.” Yeon caught her meaning, and smirked, turning around to face the other woman.

“So, Jay is a hoe? Or rather he hires prostitutes? Got it, I’ll be sure to ask him about that.” Yeon stepped onto the elevator, watching as the receptionist's face went white.

“That’s not what I meant!” Yeon waved goodbye, laughing as the elevator started moving. That should make her think twice about insulting people.

The doors opened into his office, apparently, that black button was just for this. Jay came from around a corner, a tray in his hands with various foods on it. “Hey, come over here.”

He walked quickly to the couch, setting the tray down before hurrying back to her. His arms went around her waist holding her tight to him. He smelled great, Yeon closed her eyes savoring the moment. It was a little odd, having been talking to him all this time om the phone, and they were finally face to face again. Jay moved one arm to her back ushering her to the sofa to sit down.

“Your receptionist is a bitch,” Yeon said, looking at what was on the tray. Meats, cheese, rice, crackers, grapes, various little snacks. Bottled water was on the table as well.

“Ha Eun?” He sat down next to her, rubbing his hands together. “What do you mean?”

Yeon set down her purse, picking up a grape. “She implied I was a prostitute, so I turned in back on her, asking her if she was implying you frequently ordered hoes. She got scared, I think.”

Jay watched her pop the grape into her mouth, his eyes on the wetness of her lips. “I’ll talk to her, but you’re a beautiful woman, she was probably intimidated.”

Yeon shrugged. “We are friends. She should keep it in her panties, concerning you.”

Jay smiled, watching her reach for another grape, his hand shot out stopping her before she put it in her mouth. He guided her hand to his mouth, lips on her fingers as he sucked the grape into his mouth. “I’m trying to be more than a friend.”

He kept hold of her hand, very aware of the way she shivered. Her eyes were on his mouth, and he took his time licking his tongue over his lips.

“You know what you’re doing.” Yeon pulled her hand away from him, only to have him pull her closer to him.

“I do.” She turned her face away from Jay, biting her lip as she felt her face get warm. “Shy?” He asked her, pulling her body into his.

“Maybe, I’m trying to be good.” Yeon turned her face towards Jay, his fingertips on her jaw, he leaned in, lips hovering just over hers.

“What happens if you’re bad?” He asked.

Her hand came up to stroke the tattoo on his arm, and she felt his skin break out in goosebumps. Neither of them moved, Yeon wondered if he was waiting on her to make the first move, this would be their first kiss. She yearned for it, her whole body, felt the match light of attraction and chemistry. Jay was smiling, a twinkle in his eye, as he opened his lips just a little, his pink tongue running over his lower lip. He was daring her, and how she wanted to capture his tongue between her lips, see how he tasted. It was too tempting, she leaned forward, pressing her full lips onto his, well aware, that her lips encompassed his. He wasted no time, pulling her body flush into his, he leaned back on the couch taking her with him, her body leaning over his. Yeon pulled her arms into her body, they were on his chest now, and he opened his legs, letting her fall between them. She didn’t know how long they kissed, just that sometimes, he opened his mouth and breathed into hers, she let him capture her tongue, and she knew she was lost. The kiss with Jun Seo was about longing, something she needed because she hadn’t had it in a while. This kiss, this was something that excited her on a different level. Yeon could see where this was going, and she pulled away from him, just as his hand came around grabbing a handful of her ass.

She sat back on the couch turning her head from him. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by grabbing you. You got a lot of ass though, I couldn’t help it.”

She grinned. “It’s not you. I just…got scared I think.” She turned her dark eyes back on him, his lips still wet from hers.

Jay sat back up, clearing his throat. “I wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

God, he was such a gentleman, it killed her sometimes. Just fuck him! He’s hot! This is Jay Park, no one would judge you! The devil on her left shoulder screamed. His hand, ran across her neck, down her shoulder.

“I know. It’s just me. I second-guess myself. This ruined the mood. I’m sorry.” She reached for a bottle of water.

Jay grinned leaning back on the couch. “Mood is never ruined with you, I just have to look at you.”

She groaned, taking a sip of the cool water not realizing how thirsty she was. Just then her phone started ringing, she looked at it, Jun Seo’s name popping up. She couldn’t take this now, but wouldn’t that make her look guilty? No, she wasn’t dating either one of them. She held up a finger to Jay answering.

“Hello? Yea, we’re still on, ok, well if you want to. Sure, I’ll be waiting.”  

She hung up, turning back to Jay. “Sorry, about that.”

He held up his hands. “It’s ok, business. That or you have other boy toys.” He smiled at her, but something about it made her heart skip a beat.

“It’s not like that.” She said, half wondering if that’s exactly what it was.

They continued to talk for a while, both of them laughing and playing around. Yeon liked being with Jay, things came so naturally. They always had something to talk about. He had been to Atlanta before, he was born in the states. It was getting late, and she had to go home before Jun Seo arrived to pick her up. He rode the elevator with her and saw her all the way out to her car.

“So, when can I see you again?” He waited as she put her purse in her car, turning around to face him.

“When do you want to?” She left it open, easier to plan around.

“Tonight, but you seem to have something going on. So, tomorrow? Maybe, I can take you to dinner? Since we’re both used to American customs, we can eat at my place. If you want. I can cook for you.” Jay placed his hands on either side of her head, leaning in close as he spoke.

That trademark half smile of his forming on his lips, she placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t even start again with that. Yes, that sounds good. Will you drive to me? Or?”

Jay kissed her finger, before moving her hand away from his mouth. “I’ll come to get you.” He gave her another chaste kiss before stepping away, watching her get into her car.

Yeon drove home with her head in the clouds. She felt light inside. Something about being with him was just exciting and fun. Jay was more her style, he was the type of guy she could be happy with long term. Not that Jun Seo was a bad guy, but the pressure to date, and marry was there. She knew her father approved of Jun Seo, and just on rebellious instinct alone, she didn’t want that. That didn’t mean however he was a bad guy. She did like him, he was sweet and caring. They had something in common, she didn’t know what she should do. In her room, she picked out a dress. A long-sleeved, black wrap dress. The arms were lace, and so should keep her cool. She didn’t need stockings, though her mother would want her to wear them. She took out a pair of black pumps and went to shower.

She wrapped her hair up to protect it, and closed her eyes, thinking about Jay. He came to her mind so easily now, his mouth as he smiled, and how his eyes looked when he wanted to kiss her. The hot spray of the water on her body became his hands and she shivered thinking about what he could do. Once she was out, she sat down at her vanity, putting on lotions, priming her face and setting to do her makeup. She had just finished, when her mother knocked on her door.

“He’s here.”

Yeon fastened on a pair of earrings. “Come in here for a second, Ma.”

Her mother poked her head through the door, a brightly colored scarf on her head. “What is it? You don’t want to be late.”

“Ma, inside..” Yeon waved a hand, signaling her mother to come inside, and close the door.

As her mother pressed her back against the door, Yeon sighed and spoke. “What if I don’t want Jun Seo?”

Her mother’s perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “Meaning?”

“What if I like someone else? What if, I don’t know. It doesn’t work out?” Yeon stood up fastening her belt, on her dress.

“If that happens, it happens. I think you should give it some time. Your father likes this boy, there is a reason for everything. Be open Park Yeon. You remind me too much of myself when I was young.” Her mother shook her head, smiling.

“Gorgeous and independent?” Yeon grinned, hoping to win her mother’s favor.

“Don’t try to flatter me. Go downstairs, that boy is waiting.” Mrs. Hyo opened the door, following her daughter downstairs where Jun Seo was waiting.

“There you are, I see the waiting was worth it.” Jun Seo bowed slightly at her, as she returned the sentiment, saying hello.

“Go have fun.” Her father said, ushering them out the door.

Jun Seo opened her door, looking back to see if her father was watching. When he was sure he wasn’t, he grabbed Yeon’s arm, dipping his head down to peck her lips gently. “That’s just one for now.”

She felt a twinge of guilt but smiled slipping into the cool interior of the vehicle. Jun Seo remained quiet, backing out of the driveway, and out of the gate. As he drove, he reached his hand over, placing his hand on her inner thigh.

“Your father tells me, if you do well, with your summer class, you will have your own place.” Yeon groaned, tapping her forehead. She remembered she couldn’t rub her face and mess up her makeup.

“Does he tell you everything? Do you tell him everything? Honestly, that is going to become very irksome. If we kiss tonight, and I happen to rub your dick, is that going to become apart of the discussion as well?” She knew she shouldn’t have said something that caustic, but she was annoyed.

Jun Seo laughed, turning into a parking lot, stopping the car. He turned it off, but as Yeon was about to get out he locked the doors once more. “Listen to me Yeon. If it bothers you so much fine, I’ll stop asking your father about you, and just ask you. I like you, your father likes me, he feels it’s important to keep me in the loop about your life.”

Yeon scoffed. “I am my own woman. I live in my fathers home-for now. I am his daughter, but I am my own person. Remember this, Jun Seo and we will be fine.”

He reached across the car, tugging on her fresh curls, watching them pop into place. “I will remember, and to answer your other inquiry…” He unlatched his seat belt, so his lips could hover just over hers. “If your mouth or hand ends up on my dick that’s between me and you. Same goes for my mouth on you.” He licked his tongue out over her red lips and got out of the car faster than she could recover.

Opening her door, he led the way into the restaurant. It was an Indian style place, and they were seated and brought drinks and appetizers. Jun Seo talked about what he did at work, and what he did in his spare time. He told Yeon of his house in Seoul and how he had a fantastic view of the city. Jay was texting her, and so every so often, Yeon replied back to him, missing parts of what Jun Seo said.

“The window is large, I will admit, last night I thought about your naked body and how your skin would contrast on my white sheets in the moonlight.” He waited for her to say something, but she was looking at her phone, smiling.

“Who has your attention, besides me tonight? I know you didn’t hear a word I just said.” Yeon snapped her head up.

“I’m sorry Jun Seo, really, it’s Marcella. I miss her, this is the first time, I’ve heard from her today. I’m sorry.” She placed her phone on the table, making sure to silence it.

He placed his hand over hers, and over her phone. “It’s fine. Just give me your attention right now.”

The night continued, without a hitch and she placed a napkin over her phone, knowing that the times it vibrated after that was Jay. Her fingers felt itchy to answer him back, but she paid attention to Jun Seo laughing at his jokes. His hand came over her thigh again, his pacing fingers inching higher up her dress.

“Are you ready to go? We can go back to my place.” He smiled at her, his thumb, rubbing her thigh.

She felt her body try to sweat, a shiver running down her spine, her core warming itself for something more. “I’m not sure if we should. I’ve known you for what? Two weeks now?”

“Almost three. I’m not saying we have to do anything. I’m asking you to come to eat dessert, at my house.” He removed his hand, holding them up slightly in the air. “That’s it.”

Yeon thought, it over. She wasn’t dating Jay. ‘No, you just want to have sex with him because he’s a walking sex trap. Jun Seo is a looker though, and he’s tall, you like them tall. Either way, I’m happy.’ She bit her lip, she was her own woman, she could do as she pleased.

“Just dessert.”

She wished she could say that was all that happened. She took her shoes off, sat down on the couch. Jun Seo took longer than she thought, he came back with champagne and cake on two plates. They ate their slices, he told more jokes and they finished the bottle. Then he was kissing her neck, hands on her chest, she was running her hands through his hair, and he was whispering something about one time, just this once. She didn’t though, instead, she didn’t stop him from kissing up her thighs, pulling her down onto the sofa. His teeth grabbed a hold of her panties, and his tongue did the rest. Yeon, arched her back as he made contact, hissing from the wide surface of his tongue trailing up her treasure. She sat up hands in his hair, as he continued to flick his tongue around. It didn’t take long for her, to wrap her legs around his head, lean her head back and scream. Jun Seo made his way to her lips, messing up her lipstick, as he kissed her roughly. He murmured against her lips, something her foggy brain didn’t understand, but her hand did and rubbed him to completion, the dress would have to be dry cleaned. The ride home was quiet, and he spent more time kissing her before he watched her walk to her door. She turned to wave him goodbye, and went inside, hurrying up to her room, closing the door. It was only when she sat down on the bed, that she realized her panties were still at Jun Seo’s house. What was she doing? Yeon groaned, looking at her phone.

2 missed calls: Jay Park

8 Unread Texts

All from Jay, she laid back on her bed, trying to think of what to say to him.

Chapter Four

[hamitome--imagines]

The Boss’s Daughter

* John Laurens x Reader

* Hamiltime

* Requested by: @cheyenne-dunn-universe

* Request: I was wondering if you could do a John Laurens imagine where you are Washington's daughter and you rush into one of his meetings without knowing he was in one and you meet John. Then you meet again at the winter ball and it's like helpless.

A/N: Done! And now proof read. Thanks to everyone who liked it and told me it was good. It was shit. Like the grammatical errors made me cringe. But its all better now! It’s easier to enjoy!

Word Count: 3, 470

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You strolled through your house. You needed to see your father for a moment but you really should’ve thought about things for a minute. There was a war on and your dad was the general. He’d have very important meetings all the time. However, you waltzed right to the door of his office and barged in without even knocking. You froze in the doorway when you realized your father was talking with two young soldiers. “Oh. Sorry.” You squeaked. You knew you should back out of the room but you were frozen in embarrassment.

“Uh, Washington? Who’s that?” The shorter of the two men asked.

“Is that important Hamilton?” He asked the man. Hamilton. Of course. Alexander Hamilton. You heard your dad talk about him a lot. Hell, your dad praised the man as almost as much as he did you. He spoke of him like the son he never had.

“Well, I guess its not important. But Alexander and I are very curious Sir.” The other man spoke up. He was just staring at you with a strange look on his face.

“Seriously, Laurens?” Your dad asked him. John Laurens. Another name you heard a lot. According to your father he was a young soldier with a lot of potential. You thought you can add extremely attractive to the description. He had freckles spotting his face and his hair was full of tight curls. You could only tell because a few strands had fallen free of the pony tail he was sporting.

“Ya know Washington,” Alexander spoke up. “Whether or not she’s here, we’re just gonna keep asking who she was.” You looked at both boys who were giving your father challenging looks. Your dad sighed, apparently seeing no way out of this.

“Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, this is my daughter Y/N Washington.” He said gesturing to you. Both men wore equal expressions of shock.

“I didn’t know you had a kid.” Alexander spoke up.

“I’m not a kid.” You spoke up. You crossed your arms across your chest, as you did that you realized it was slightly childish and petulant. However, you made no move to change your stance. It was true. You were a young women, you were only still at home as you had yet to find a suitor that you liked. You parents were patient and luckily weren’t pushing you to be with someone you didn’t like.

“Well not like that.” Alexander tried to amend. “Its just…what I meant was…I didn’t know Washington had any children of his own. Like sons or daughters.”

“What Alexander means is,” John spoke up, stopping his friend from rambling. He approached you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” As he finished speaking he held his hand out to you and smiled.

“Likewise.” You replied as you slipped your hand in his. John brought your hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to it. He locked eyes with you as he lowered your hand. Your father cleared his throat and the two of you stepped back. You bit your lip in mild embarrassment, not only did you just have…some sort of moment but your father interrupted it. You looked up at John. He was smiling slightly but also looked a little embarrassed.

“Did you need something Y/N?” Your dad asked. You noticed how different his tone was when he spoke to you instead of his men.

“Oh yeah. But it’s not important, I can come back later.” You went to leave the room. “Goodbye boys. It was a pleasure to meet you.” You dipped into a curtsy.

“The pleasure was all mine.” John said. “Or ours, I meant.” He quickly amended. You blushed and slipped out of the room.

As the door latched shut, you could hear your father’s slightly muffled voice from inside. Then, “Laurens! Care to focus?” He asked sharply. You smiled and walked away.

—

There were a few short knocks on your door and you hurried to answer it. You opened it up and found the Schuyler sister standing there. Your father had been friends with their father for years. So when your father was planning to hold a ball for his soldiers and a few prominent members of the colonies, one of which was Philip Schuyler and his daughters, they were obviously invited. Your father gave you some money and permission to go get a new gown for the event. He even recommended a tailor to go see. “Ready?” Angelica asked.

“Yep.” You smiled and nodded. You stepped outside and began walking to town with them.

“So Y/N, your dad is the general. Do you know any cute soldiers?” Angelica asked. You knew she was teasing but you still blushed a little at the thought of a certain curly hair solider.

“No.” You mumbled but all the girls turned to look at you in disbelief.

“Oh you totally do!” Peggy said happily.

“Who is it?” Eliza asked.

“It’s no one.” You mumbled as you reached the tailor shop. You pulled the door open and the tailor walked forward. “We need some dresses.” You commented. He nodded and gave the traditional ‘look around’ speech.

“Come on.” Angelica urged as you started looking. “Spill.”

“Fine, look its no big deal. I met him the other night when a interrupted a meeting he was having with another soldier and my father. His name is John Laurens.” You glanced back when, at the mention of the name, the tailor dropped whatever it was he was holding.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and started picking up his things.

“Anyway, he was cute.” You shrugged, your cheeks pink.

“Oh you have got it bad.” Eliza said with a sympathetic sigh. You stayed quiet but mentally you agreed with her. You had barely met this guy and yet you were hooked. “He may be at this ball though.” She said, a bit teasingly. You just blushed.

A short time later, all the Schuylers had picked out dresses in pink, blue, and yellow. You hadn’t yet though. You sighed as you flipped through your options again. “Excuse me?” You spun to find the tailor standing there. You took a moment to study him. He was a large, muscular man. He didn’t seem the type of person who would be a tailor. He had his hair cut short, close to his scalp with a few small curls. “Can’t find anything?” He asked.

“Well, nothing standing out. I just…I don’t know what I want.” You shrugged.

“Can I show you a dress in the back? It’s just been sitting back there but you might like it.” He offered.

“Ok.” You agreed. He led you through a back door to a dress on a hanger. It was perfect. It had some embellishments but not enough to be flashy. It was the perfect color and, with some slight alterations, would fit you perfectly. “It’s beautiful.” Then you paused. You step forward and checked the tag pinned on the skirt. “And really expensive.”

“Discount.” He told you.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“I want you to get a dress here and not somewhere else.” He said with a shrug. “Besides, I think this dress is perfect for you.” He took it from the rack the dress hung on and held it out in front of you. He tilted his head as he studied you and the dress. “Yeah, perfect. Go try it on. Alterations have to be quick. One girl mentioned a ball right? Washington’s?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then let’s get this measured and altered.” The tailor shoved the mass of fabric in your hands. “Go on.” So you tried it on and as you stepped out for him to take measurements, all the Schuyler sisters gasped.

“You look so pretty.” Peggy said.

“You really are beautiful.” Eliza agreed,

“Stunning.” Angelica added.

The tailor took the measurements and promised to have it done in a few days. You couldn’t wait to have an excuse to wear that dress. You really hoped that John Laurens would see you wearing it.

—

You stood in the main ballroom hours before the actual ball. You still weren’t dressed or even remotely ready for tonight. But it was strange to see the ballroom before the event. The large room was empty but in just a few hours it would be full of people dancing and talking. Some workers were going here and there to decorate and the musicians were already here, tuning their instruments and adjusting to the way the music sounded in this hall. “Y/N?” Your father’s voice sounded from behind you. You jumped in surprise before turning to face him. “You alright?” He asked as he fiddled with his jacket.

“Yeah.” You said with a shrug. Your dad gave you a knowing look.

“I’ve known you your whole life. Something’s wrong.” He accused.

You sighed. “I guess I’m just nervous.” You admitted.

“Why?” Your father asked. “We’ve held and attended countless balls.” You stayed silent and stared at your shoes. “Oh.” Your father finally realized. “This is about Laurens.” It wasn’t a question. You merely shrugged, still looking at the floor, but your checks were bright pink confirming your dad was right. You heard him chuckle at you. “You and Laurens.” He thought aloud, a little amused.

“What?” You asked him, finally looking up at him.

“Nothing its just…” He paused. “Let me put it this way. When you were growing, like every father, I wondered what kind of man you’d want to spend your life with when you grew up. Of course a passing thought was what if you wanted to marry a soldier, of course at the time it was the thought of a British soldier. Honestly, having spent time as a general, I cringed at the thought. Now you're all grown and I’m a general yet again. And I still cringe at the thought of you wanting to be with any of my men.” Your heart sunk a bit. “But I couldn’t find a better man then Laurens. John is the only soldier that I have no opposition to the two of you courting.” You smiled widely.

“Did I just get permission to pursue something there?” You asked. He smiled then nodded. You ran forward and hugged him quickly. “I gotta go get ready.” You said then hurried off. You hadn’t fully realized it but you were worried about your father’s reaction. Not anymore. You slipped in the dress, now perfectly fitting you. You spun around in front of the mirror, admiring the way to fit. You messed with your hair, finally picking a style. Then after a touch of make-up, you were ready. Of course you were still a bit early but as you were the daughter of the host, you were expected to be ready when the first guests arrived.

So you waited in the ballroom with your mother while your dad waited to greet the people as they arrived. A few people began trickling in. Your mom went to greet them but you still hung back. You didn’t want to try grabbing the spotlight. Not tonight. As soon as Angelica arrived, she dazzled everyone. It wasn’t long before men in blue coats began arriving. Then you saw Alexander and John walk in. Your heart went ‘BOOM.’ They were talking and joking with each other. They both looked over and saw you at the same time. You smiled and waved. Alexander’s eyes widened and John’s mouth literally fell open in shock. You laughed at their expressions. You figured it was the dress. When you met them you were wearing one of your most casual dresses, this was the nicest one you’d ever owned.

You eventually became distracted by someone coming up to greet you. When you glanced back the boys were lost to the crowd. You sighed slightly but figured you could search them out later. However, some time later Alexander found you. “Hello Y/N.” He greeted pleasantly.

“Hi Alexander.” You politely responded. You discretely checked for John coming up with him. It was strange they weren’t together right now. Unless John didn’t want to talk to you. The thought made you upset.

“You look great.” Alexander complimented.

“Thank you.” You said, blushing slightly. Alexander opened his mouth to say more but paused. He turned, glanced behind him and sighed.

“Come on.” He offered you his arm.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked curiously.

“Hopefully, changing some lives.” He answered. Eventually, you noticed John at the other end of the room. Alexander handed you off to his friend. “Laurens, I believe you asked me to go and get Y/N for you.”

“Yeah.” John said, but his tone suggested he has no idea what Alexander was suggesting. “Thanks.” He told Alexander and it sounded genuine.

“Of course.” Alexander replied. “You know, its a bit of light for you two in the middle of the war.”

“Well, if it takes fighting a war for us to meet it will have been worth it.” John said in response making you blush. “Would you like to dance Y/N?” He asked you. You smiled and nodded, slipping your hand in his.

“Well…I’ll leave you to it.” Alexander said. You and John walked off and Alexander watched you leave. He walked back over to Lafayette and Hercules.

“Mon amie, I thought you were going to ask the mademoiselle to dance? Why is monsieur Laurens dancing with her?” Lafayette asked.

“I was going ask her.” Alexander sighed. “Then I looked back and noticed John’s face. Man, he’s helplessly hooked on her. He’s like my brother, I couldn’t take her from him.” The group of friends watched as the two of you danced. Both of you were smiling widely. When you needed a break John led you over to his friends.

“So you know Alexander. This is Marquis de Lafayette, I’m sure Washington has mentioned him before.” You nodded as you recognized the name. “And lastly, Hercules Mulligan.” He gestured to the last man.

“But you’re-“

“The tailor.” Hercules confirmed with a smile and a nod.

“Wait, what?” John asked.

“He sold me this dress, at a discount too.” You said with a smile.

“Huh.” John muses. You spend the rest of the evening talking with the group of guys as well as dancing with John. John had to go speak to someone for a moment, leaving you alone.

“You must be Washington’s daughter.” A voice spoke from beside you. You turn and notice another soldier. He had jet black hair all swept to one side. You have to prevent yourself from cringing at the way he addressed you. Connecting you to your father and not treating as a person apart from his commander.

“Yes I must be.” You said with a sigh. “I’m Y/N Washington.”

“Charles Lee.” He introduced himself. “I was recently promoted to a general.” He brags. You put on a fake smile of impressment. However, you don’t know what to say so you said nothing. “Would you care to dance?” He asked.

“I’m actually waiting for someone.” You replied as kindly as possible.

“Come on. One dance. It’ll pass the time you’re spending waiting.” He said and grabbed you hand.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind waiting.” You said, trying to pull your hand from his grip.

“All I’m asking is for one dance.” He all but growled. Suddenly another hand slips between Charles’ hand and yours, it John’s. You hand is freed from Charles Lee’s grip as John’s hand closes protectively around yours.

“Do you think since you’re a general you have a right to whatever you want?” John growled at him. You pressed yourself close to his side. Charles glared at him before stalking off.

“Thank you.” You told him as you impulsively hugged him tightly to you.

“It’s no problem.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. “I hate that asshole anyway.” He pulled back and smiled at you. “So Y/N, do you think I could write to you?” He asked nervously.

“Of course.” You said with a smile.

“Great!” He said happily. “Well, all the guys are leaving so I guess I am too.” He hung back though, making no move to leave. You give him a curious look before he leaned down and kissed you quickly. He pulled away and looked at you nervously. You blinked in shock before recovering and smiling at him. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, a bit longer but not lingering as the two of you were in front of prying eyes.

“Good night John.” You said after pulling away.

“Good night Y/N.”

—

About one month and countless letters later, you were on a walk with John. He came by as often as possible. Your arms were linked together, and you were talking. Then John fell silent. “Are you ok?” You asked him as he was lost in his thoughts.

“Uh Y/N, I know it kind of ruins the surprise if I tell you this but I’m having dinner with your father this evening.” He stammered.

“Ok? Why?” You asked.

“I’m seeking his permission to ask for your hand in marriage.” He mumbled but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“What?” You asked him in shock. You were more than excited. You weren’t nervous as your father already spoke very highly about John.

“Yeah, I really hope he gives me permission.” He said. He was very nervous.

“John, my dad will give you permission.” You tried to reassure him. However John thought it was empty promises. He let out a weak chuckle.

“I hope so.” He said.

Later that evening, you stood in the living room glancing into the dining room. Your father was giving John the same stern look all through dinner. It had been years since you were on the receiving end of that look. You were too far away to hear what they were saying but you could see them speaking. John was nervously bouncing his leg and every time he finished a sentence he let out a nervous chuckle. You wished John would know how much your father supported the two of you together. Then again that wouldn’t as amusing for you. You furrowed your brow as John took a deep breath and asked a question and your father fell silent, merely staring John down. John was now bouncing his leg and taping his fingers against the leg he wasn’t bouncing. You knew what he asked.

—

John couldn’t sit still. General Washington was always an intimidating man, it was so much worse now though. He sat with his features never changing, the same blank stare. He knew you were next door, you told him just that. But it didn’t do much to ease his nerves as you weren’t in the same room. John took a deep breath. “Washington, I know that you know why I’m here. So I’m just going to ask.” Washington still didn’t let his emotions show. “May I ask for Y/N’s hand in marriage?”

Washington kept his face even. He stared down John. John felt his leg begin bouncing and he absently-mindedly started tapping his fingers. Then, Washington stood and approached John. John jumped from his chair. He held out a hand to John. “Be true.” He commanded. John numbly shook Washington’s hand and then smiled as he processed the command. He spun to see you smiling in the living room. He ran from the dinning room; had he looked back, Washington would’ve been smiling; and rushed toward you. He wrapped you in a hug and spun you around.

He placed you on the ground and leaned down to look at you. “Y/N, I may come from a wealthy family, and have acres of land but that’s not important. I have honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits, and my top-notch brain. You bring out a different side of me.” He grabbed your hands. “You bring out a bold and caring man, My love for you in never in doubt. We’ll get a place together and all will work out. I’ve been living with a broken family since I was child. My father distant, my mother died, my sibling and I feeling alone. But I’ll never forget my mother’s face that was real. Y/N, I swear to God, you’ll never feel so helpless.” He kissed you soundly. “Will you marry me?”

[Part 2]

[Side Story]

(NEW) Tagging:

@imkindapassionate-kindasoulless

[adrianomartelandsiblings]

Put your make up on

Get your nails done

Curl your hair

Run the extra mile

Keep it slim

So they like you. Do they like you?

“Emma, we are going to be late! This is going to be a fun party!” Sierra shouted from the hallway. Emma walked out of the bathroom. She couldn’t even look at the room. Her closest friends, her cousins, didn’t know what she had just done. But, she didn’t have a choice. She worked out as much as they did, ate very little, and still felt uncomfortable in her own skin.

Even now, dressed in the nicest dress, manicured nails, and makeup, Emma felt fat and ugly.

She walked out of her room. Sierra tilted her head slightly.

“Every thing okay, Em?” Sierra asked, putting a strand of hair behind her head.

Emma nodded and went down the stairs to join Briley, Gwen, Wade and Lisa.

“Looking good, Em! I love that dress.” Gwen said, in her usual bubbly tone that she reserved for Emma. Emma smiled slightly, but felt her skin crawl about what she had done to make the dress feel like it fit.

The group walked out of the house and got in Wade’s car to head to the party.

Get your sexy on

Don't be shy, girl

Take it off

This is what you want, to belong

So they like you. Do you like you?

The party had been fun. Her cousins and Wade were still down stairs singing karaoke, but Emma had gone upstairs with Kelvin Fletcher, the most popular guy in school. She was a freshman, but Kelvin was a senior. He said he could make her popular too, but she would have to earn it.

So, he lay on his bed, asleep. Emma, her heart in her throat, stood in front of his bed, pulling her dress straps back on her shoulders.  Her cheeks were stained with tears. She knew Sierra had been with a guy, but this was her first time and it wasn’t what she thought it would be.

Emma grabbed her shoes, went to the bathroom to clean and redo her makeup. She then walked downstairs and was again greeted by Sierra.

“Hey, chick. Where did you slip off to?” Sierra asked, handing Emma a glass of water.

“I just went to the balcony on..on the second floor. The sky is really pretty tonight.” Emma said, drinking the water.

Sierra glanced up the stairs. Gwen waved to Emma, so Emma joined Gwen for the next song.

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to give it all away

You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try

Yoooou don't have to try

Ooooo, oooooo, oooooo...

Emma felt horrible the next morning. She had lied to her best friend, slept with a guy she barely knew and forced herself to throw up before the party. Why had last night been the way it was? She didn’t even look at herself in the mirror before going down stairs for breakfast.

The only person still at the table was her father. He smiled when his oldest daughter came into the room.

“There she is, my pretty girl. How was the party?” Hirana asked, pouring Emma a glass of orange juice and handing her several slices of toast.

Emma shrugged. She took a small drink of juice and nibbled the corner of a piece of toast.

“Daddy, have you ever...” Emma started, but she stopped.

“Have I ever what, sweetheart?” Hirana asked.

“Never mind. I don’t think I am very hungry this morning. We ate a ton at the party last night. I have some homework to do.” Emma said, giving her father a quick kiss on the cheek and rushing upstairs.

Get your shopping on,

At the mall,

Max your credit cards

You don't have to choose,

Buy it all

So they like you. Do they like you?

“Hey, Emma. Its me Kelvin. So, my guys and their girls are going to that fancy restaurant in town, and I don’t have a date. Do you want to go?”

Emma nodded at the screen. 

“Cool. Cool, meet us at 6:30.” Kelvin said, winking at Emma.

He had actually called. And was taking her on a date. She knew she had to have new clothes. She couldn’t look like she didn’t have good clothes in front of all those seniors.

Emma left to the mall. An hour later and many, many credits later, she emerged with several large bags of clothes. She went home and tried on all of them, settling on a simple, but expensive dress.

She arrived at the restaurant, dropped off by her Aunt Naswyn, who was heading into town already. 

She saw Kelvin, who waved her over. He was standing with the most popular guys and girls in school. They ate and Emma tried to join the conversation, but each time she did, the other girls glared at her. She had to win them over, Kelvin told her.

So, at the end of the night she paid for everyone’s meals, knowing that it would be well over the limit her father set for her. Even then, the other girls just rolled their eyes at her. 

One of them, Sandra Long, took Emma aside before the others left her and Kelvin alone.

“I know your paying for dinner stunt was to try to make us your friends, but we aren’t friends with Kelvin’s latest conquest.” Emma’s face dropped. “Oh, you didn’t know? You aren’t the first this year. Hell, you aren’t the first this month. Thanks for dinner.”

Sandra walked towards the group and Emma felt the tears starting to form in her eyes. Kelvin walked over.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You want to go back to my place? I came in my dad’s skycar.” Kelvin said, putting his hand on her shoulder. Emma felt her skin crawl again. She pulled away.

“What’s your deal? I thought you wanted to be popular?” Kelvin said, crossing his arms.

“Not like this. I...I have to go.” Emma said, pulling up her omni-tool to see if her aunt was still in town.

“Whatever. You’ll always be a slut in the gang’s eyes anyways.” Kelvin said, pushing Emma into the nearby wall.

Emma hit the wall, causing her to cry openly.

Wait a second,

Why should you care, what they think of you

When you're all alone, by yourself

Do you like you? Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to give it all away

You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to bend until you break

You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try

Yoooou don't have to try

Oooooo, oooooo

Oooooo, oooooo

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to give it all away

You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try, try, try, try-i-i

You don't have to try

You don't have to try

Emma sat at the kitchen table, while her Aunt Naswyn stood in the living room talking to her mom and dad. She had to tell Naswyn what had happened. She had already lied to Sierra and her dad, not to mention herself. She knew why her skin crawled so often and why she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror. She hated herself. And it wasn’t just this weekend. It had been for months. She didn’t have Sierra’s athletic ability, or Gwen and Briley’s love of science, or Wade’s skill with cars, theater and pretty much everything else. She had been feeling more and more inadequate. So, she started trying to become popular. But, it wasn’t who she was. And she hated it.

“Are you OK, sis?” Divya asked, handing Emma a soda. Emma shook her head and tears began running down her cheeks. Divya wrapped her arms around her big sister.

“I...I hate myself. I forced myself to throw up before the party last night. I slept with him. I spent all of my money, plus some. I lied to dad and Sierra. I can’t do anything without feeling like a failure.” Emma sobbed into her sister’s shoulder. She felt one large hand and one smaller hand on her shoulder. She looked up. Addison’s eyes were filled with tears and Hirana’s with a mix of anger and sadness.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” Emma said, throwing her arms around her dad.

“Emma, sweetheart, you aren’t a failure. You are smart, beautiful, and intelligent. And your mother, sister and I love you more than anything in the world. Is that why you haven’t been eating much at meals? I’m such a fool for not noticing sooner.” Hirana said, rare tears running down his cheeks.

For the first time in months, Emma felt a warmth inside her. She knew the people that mattered loved her, no matter what. She hugged her mother and sister tight, before hugging Hirana one more time. She called Sierra and told her everything that had been going on the past few months.

“First of all, you are the best cousin and friend a girl could have. Second, you have seen how much pudge I have? You are a goddess compared to me. Third, Kelvin will die. I will end him in the most painful ways I can think of. Then I will find a way to bring him back so I can kill him again.” Sierra said, ripping up what Emma figured was her math homework.

“Wait for it.” Emma said, a smile on her face. Sierra looked at the remains of her hard work.

“Well, shit.” Sierra said. From the other side of the room came the voice of Connie, “That’s a bad word. Put money in the jar.”

“I have to go, love. Call me later. The little sister gets the tickle monster, and then the jar, then redoing this homework.” Sierra said, smiling at her cousin.

Take your make up off

Let your hair down

Take a breath

Look into the mirror, at yourself

Don't you like you?

Cause I like you

Emma spent the next years figuring out who she was. Sierra ended up beating up both Kelvin and, for an unrelated issue, Sandra. Emma knew her cousin had her back. Even more importantly, Emma felt comfortable in her own skin. Even enough to join the Alliance Diplomatic Corps and become Earth’s councillor. She still struggled with her eating problems and self-image issues, until she met Issac, who made her feel like the most beautiful and important person in the world. Emma finally liked herself, no matter what else was going on.

[smallestavocado]

Sunshine and Death

This is the first fan fiction I've written, its just a soft telling of how Nico and Will got together. I hope you enjoy it. 

Nico

“Hey, death boy, wake up sleepyhead” 

Nico Di Angelo groaned and buried his face in his pillow. Ever since he had agreed to help Will Solace in the infirmary, he had been woken up every day at the crack of dawn to assist Will in treating the many injuries that were sustained each day at Camp Half-Blood 

He rolled out of bed after a minute or so, he had learned the hard way that Will wasn’t just going to let him lie in bed. He’d made that mistake a couple of times and had water poured over his head. He got dressed out of his skull decorated pyjamas (He knew they were ridiculous but Hazel had bought them and they were comfortable) Pulling on a black MCR t-shirt and some black ripped jeans, he examined himself in the mirror.

It was true that he looked a lot better now that he had stopped shadow travelling for a week. He didn’t look as pale or malnourished, and the bags under his eyes had shrunk. He tried to flatten his hair, it was forever looking like he had spent the day in bed. 

“Trying to impress someone?” came a voice from behind him. 

He jumped and then cursed as he turned around and saw Will standing in the doorway, a smile on his face. Will was wearing his usual orange t-shirt and grey shorts, a satchel slung over his shoulder, his sky blue eyes sparkling in the early morning sunlight. 

Nico composed himself, scowling at Will “it's rude to sneak up on people” He muttered. 

“Yea well Paolo managed to get his hand chopped off while being a test subject for one of the Hephaestus cabins dumb experiments, so I need you to help me check on him.”

Nico rolled his eyes. Paolo Montes was a Brazilian son of Hebe who claimed to only speak Brazilian Portuguese, however, he could fluently understand English. He had a tendency to get injuries and spent quite a lot of time in the infirmary. 

“Ok, but don't sneak up on me again,” Nico said, pulling on his shoes and following Will out of the cabin to the infirmary. 

Two hours later, having treated Paolo, let Katie Gardner have a lie down (she had overexerted herself growing strawberry plants) and given Rachel, Elizabeth Dare a plaster (she got angry while painting and punched the wall of her cave) Nico sat down and took a breather. 

He called for Will and told him that he was going to summon Jules-Albert to drive him to McDonald’s. Usually, Will wanted to stay and make sure no one else needed any help, so Nico was surprised when he asked if he could accompany Nico. Nico said sure, and Will hopped into the back of the car, explaining that one of his siblings had agreed to stay at the infirmary. 

Will

The car pulled up at Mcdonalds and Will sighed a breath of relief. Jules-Albert could be quite a competitive driver, but he tended to go a little fast for Wills liking. He could wait in traffic for half an hour without getting mad, but as soon as he was able to move, he would take off as though Zeus himself was chasing him. Nico thanked the French zombie and got out of the car, Will followed suit, and they headed inside. 

Nico asked Will what he wanted and he told him his order, before leaning against the wall and studying Nico. His skin had gotten a lot less pale recently, and he looked a lot healthier, but he still had that haunted look in his eyes, as though he had seen hell (which he had) 

Nico finished ordering and they went to find a table. Once they sat down, Will asked Nico how he had been feeling. Nico pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and answered. 

“I feel a lot better, and Jules-Albert says that next year he can teach me how to drive, so I might not need to shadow travel every time I want to go to McDonald’s”

“Well that sounds pretty good,” said Will, smiling. “And, hey, if you ever wanna hang out again sometime, I’m available. I know you agreed to stay at the camp but you still aren’t really interacting with anyone and you need to make some friends” 

Nico hesitated for a moment, looking… apprehensive? Why did he seem scared? But a few moments later he nodded. 

Will smiled. “It's a date” 

He watched as Nico’s cheeks coloured slightly, as he stood up and chucked his happy meal into the bin. His black hair, that always looked as though he’d just gotten out of bed falling into his face as he lowered his head and walked briskly back out of the McDonald’s towards the car. 

Will smiled to himself as they got in the car. Little did Nico know that he had been working up the courage to ask him to hang out for weeks now. Nico acted tough and emo, but Will knew he was really rather soft, deep down. Once he had walked in on Nico cuddling up with Mrs O’leary. Nico had denied it and had said that he was checking her breathing because he thought he had heard her cough.

Nico

Nico sat in the passenger seat of the car, a thousand thoughts running through his head. “It's a date,” Will had said. A date. He knew it was just a figure of speech but he couldn't help wondering. He knew that Will’s father, Apollo, was bi, maybe that was, like, a gene passed onto his children? He shook his head to stop thinking about it. Agonizing over this was gonna drive him crazy. He glanced back at Will, who was looking anxiously out the window as Jules-Albert rounded a corner at very fast speeds, His shaggy blonde hair falling into his face. He watched as Will shoved his hair out of his eyes, falling back against his seat as Jules-Albert sped up even more. 

When they arrived back at Camp Half-blood, they went their separate ways. Nico headed to the arena to do some archery training. Half an hour he had planted all the arrows in the targets and he was tired and sweaty. He trudged back to his cabin to have a shower and go to bed. 

Will

Will wiped his brow, taking a drink of water. Those idiot Ares kids had hit his sister Kayla with their dumb chariot and he had spent the afternoon telling them off and running around getting medical supplies. He had fixed her up the best he could, but she was gonna be bedridden for at least five days. He closed up the infirmary and headed to his cabin for a nap before dinner. 

On the way back, he encountered Nico, drenched in sweat and rubbing his arms. 

“Nico! Where were you?” He asked. 

“I was just doing some archery practice,” Nico replied. He sounded absolutely exhausted. “I was gonna take a shower then go to bed” 

Will frowned “and skip dinner?” 

Nico nodded, looking guilty. “I’ll be fine” 

“Oh no, you don't, death boy. Tell, you what, I’ll bring you some dinner, ok?”

Nico nodded in defeat and headed to his cabin. 

Will walked along the grass towards the Hades cabin, Holding a plate piled with crispy baked potatoes and some bacon and eggs. He knocked on the cabin door and Nico called, “come in” 

He entered the cabin, seeing Nico covered in his sheets, his hair all rumpled up and a drowsy smile on his face as he saw the plate Will was holding. He sat up against his pillow and took the plate. 

“So, I figured out what we can do together” 

Nico nodded

“So I was thinking that we could go to a movie and then maybe a cafe or restaurant” 

“Ok sure. Which movie should we go to” 

Will suggested one of the new Marvel movies and Nico agreed, proceeding to order him out of the room so he could sleep. 

Nico

Nico woke up a few days later, feeling a flash of happiness as he remembered that he was going to a movie and meal with Will today. He got up and got dressed then headed outside. 

Will was walking towards him and looked surprised when he saw him. 

“Hey, Nico! I was just about to come and wake you up. Something motivating you today?”

Nico blushed and looked down. 

“I’m excited to see the new Marvel movie,” he muttered.

Will Smiled, “yeah I’m looking forward to that as well,” he said, as they walked to the mess hall. 

When it was time to go, they met up and Jules-Albert took them to the theatre. They got to the counter when Will swore loudly. Nico was taken aback at how aggressively Will swore.

What’s wrong? He asked. “I only have drachma, I forgot to get normal American money.”

Nico laughed, pulling out his wallet, which was black and had the My Chemical Romance logo on it. He pulled out some money and handed it to Will. Will smiled, turning around and addressing the teenage boy at the counter, who looked as though he wanted nothing more than to get high right now.

 “One couples combo please,” He said, and Nico hit him. “What?” Said Will “it's cheaper” 

Nico blushed. “Whatever” he muttered, looking at his feet until Will asked what drink he wanted.

Will

Will was psyching himself up, looking at Nico out of the corner of his eye, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever something funny happened. He kept having to brush his shaggy hair out of his face. 

“Hey Will” Nico whispered, shaking Will out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” he answered, looking at Nico. “there’s a cool place I go to sometimes when I want to get away from camp, can I show you it after this?” 

“Of course,” replied Will, turning back to the movie. For a while he just enjoyed sitting there, feeling Nico’s presence beside him as he popped handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. 

When the movie ended, he didn't wanna move, and he sat there staring at the screen until Nico waved a hand in front of his eyes. “Wake up,” He said, laughing, and Will smiled weakly, wondering if trying to ask out Nico was really a good idea. What if it ruined their new friendship? 

Before he could question himself into making up an excuse and running away, Nico grabbed his arm. “Cmon I wanna show you my favourite place” 

They went along the streets, Will watching Nico’s face as the streetlights occasionally lit it up. 

After about five minutes they came to a scruffy looking bar with the name Club Νέο

Nico led him inside. 

Nico

Nico walked inside the bar, feeling himself relax as the familiar features of his favourite place filled his vision. “Hey Nico!” said the bartender, who was washing the dishes, “whos this with you? Have you got a boyfriend” 

Everyone else in the bar turned around and went “Ooooh!”

Nico felt his face go red and he looked at the floor. Will looked at the bartender, introducing himself. “I’m Will, Nicos’s friend.”

“Mm yeah ‘friend’…” said the bartender, winking. Nico saw Will blush, tucking his hair behind his ear. 

When they had ordered food and sat down, Nico pulled a bottle out of his bag. 

“Whats that? Asked Will, looking at the plastic water bottle. “Vodka,” said Nico

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, we’re fifteen!” said Will, looking at him. “Do you drink alcohol regularly?” 

Nico Shrugged “technically I’m seventy-something years old, so,” 

Will decided to let the matter go and accepted the bottle, pouring some into his glass. He looked like he could do with a drink anyway. He took a sip and swallowed, grimacing. “God this is strong” 

Nico opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the bartender, who came over with a bowl of chips, setting it down and smiling “hope you boys are having a good night” 

“Thanks, Craig,” Said Nico, plucking a chip out of the bowl and popping it in his mouth. 

They sat at the table, laughing and talking for a while before Will took another sip of vodka and said “Nico” 

Nico looked up from the sauce, with which he had been drawing a smiley face on his plate. 

“Yeah?” he said, studying Will’s face. He seemed nervous, which wasn’t really an emotion he usually saw in Will. 

“Well um, I’ve been really enjoying these past few days with you, and, well, I was wondering if you might want to go on an actual date with me” He looked down at the table blushing furiously. 

“It's fine if you don't want to” He added quickly. 

Nico was surprised, he hadn’t thought that Will would like him back. The sunny, outgoing son of Apollo going out with the son of Hades? It was a contradiction, but, he thought, who cared. He trusted Will not to mess with him, if anyone was going to ask him out as a prank it would be Leo. 

He smiled and looked up. “That would be great thanks.” 

Will looked very relieved, taking another sip of Vodka, it seemed, just so he could do something with his hands. 

Nico grinned. This was going to be great. 

THE END