#i’ve just heard ab it in passing and from someone i hung out with once

[darlinimamess]

i need to share the most horrendous thing i heard today, apologies. one of my coworkers is having a party at his house and he’s calling it a “diddy party.” he was going around inviting people during the shift and THEY WERE SAYING YES

[tyonfs]

dress up.

❝ i was trying on something. could you tell me if you like it? ❞

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x reader

WARNINGS ▸ dirty talk, raw sex (pls use protection), overstimulation

WORD COUNT ▸ 2000 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this was a request from anon for a frat boy!mark smut! i sort of ran with it, but i love mark lee so it was fun to write ♡

IN RETROSPECT, MARK WAS A BIT OF A CLICHE.

Being a frat boy, athlete, and unfortunately, a bit of a heartbreaker, it was inevitable that he would be classified as bad news. Add you to the equation and he was the physical manifestation of a typical rom-com trope. He figured it was supposed to be you chasing after him, but the fact that it was the other way around took a slight blow to his confidence.

But that didn’t stop him from pursuing you.

And here he was, anticipating your presence on a Friday night at a frat party. He hung onto some false sense of hope that kept him from consuming any alcohol, despite Taeyong and Johnny’s attempts to get him to drink. You and Mark had been flirting for a while now, but neither of you had made a move on each other. Mark was hoping that would change tonight.

“C’mon, Ma-ark,” his friend, Na Jaemin, slurred. “You gotta let loose. Take a shot with me.”

“Jaemin, you’re sloshed, dude. Also, I won’t until—”

A notification flashed across his phone screen, the banner name displaying your name. Mark’s cheeks heated up, his mouth going dry as he stared at his phone for a moment. He turned it off and then on again, checking to make sure the notification was real. He sank back into the couch to make sure only he had eyes on his phone screen.

you: mark

you: you up?

mark: of course. what’s up?

you: i was trying on something

you: could you tell me if you like it?

mark: oh fuck

mark: yeah, go ahead

A few minutes passed by and Mark’s heart was racing. He stared at the texts again, wondering if this was really happening, then cringing at the realization that he had actually sent an “oh fuck” when it was supposed to be confined to his thoughts. Without giving Mark any warning or time to brace himself, you sent the picture.

There was something about mirror pictures that drove Mark crazy. Seeing you posing in front of a full-length mirror with black lingerie hugging your curves and a mini pleated skirt that barely covered the swell of your ass was giving him a hard-on. He wasn’t sure he could contain himself and this shocking development between you two was messing with him.

Mark grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it shamefully on his lap. No one was paying attention to him anyways, but he had to take extra precautions.

mark: fuck are you wearing that rn?

mark: god, you’re driving me crazy

you: if that’s the case then why don’t you come over?

mark: now?

you: you know where my apartment is

you: i’ll be waiting ♡

Mark got up in an instant and made his way to the door. He had to have saved someone in his past life for this sort of luck. He was caught up in disbelief that you, the girl of his dreams, had made a move on him. There were plenty of girls that Mark had gotten caught up with in the past, but none of them had ever made his heart race like you did.

Johnny stopped Mark before he got to the door, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, where are you running off to?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot to ask.” Mark grinned, insufferably cocky. “Do you have a condom?”

Johnny’s eyes practically sparkled, digging into his pockets upon his best friend’s request. “Attaboy.”

You looked straight out of one of Mark’s fantasies when you opened the door and let him in. It wasn’t even the short skirt or the lingerie peeking through that got to him. What sent him over the edge was Mark’s sweater over your body; it was oversized on you, but Mark knew it looked better on you than it ever could on him. Mark had given it to you a few weeks ago when you were cold, but he never expected to be the one taking it off of you.

“Hey, frat boy,” you teased, then pouted lightly. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Mark snapped out of his daze and walked in the apartment as you closed the door behind him. “Wait?”

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and Mark took the cue. He grabbed the back of his shirt at the nape, tugging it off and tossing it to some corner of the room, exposing his bare chest and abs. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you ran your hands down his chest and to his belt.

“Wait for me,” you explained. “I just wanted to get you so worked up so you could ruin me.”

That was all Mark needed to hear.

He picked you up effortlessly and brought you to your bed, dropping you down on it and crawling on top of you. He caged your frame with his larger one and crashed his lips onto yours. It was messy and rushed, but so full of passion and longing. Mark poured out his emotions and frustration into kissing you, running his hands down your gorgeous body as you arched your back against him.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he growled when he pulled from the kiss, moving his lips down to your neck. When he heard a soft moan escape your lips, he started sucking harsher, blooming dark hickies along the side of your neck. “I’m gonna make you wish you never made me wait.”

You wrapped a leg around his torso, which he appreciated, if a smooth roll of his hips was anything to go by. But you wanted more—more contact and more friction. You curled your fingers in his belt loops and pulled him down on you.

Mark sat up, pulling you up along with him. He adored your beauty for a moment before tugging his sweater up and off of you. A grunt escaped his lips at the sight of your body, lace lingerie still hugging it. He stuttered out a curse before he kissed you again, tugging your skirt down your legs, which you kicked off.

“Leave the lingerie on,” he ordered, a hungry look in his eyes. He slid his finger underneath the strap along your thigh and snapped it, making you wince. “I can’t let all your efforts go to waste after you dressed up for me, doll.”

“Please, Mark,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I want you to stuff your cock in me.”

Mark went to take off his pants in less than a second. You watched him strip down, his bulge not doing much to hide the fact that he was huge. You realized that that cockiness of his is completely warranted. You helped him tug his boxers down, a soft gasp escaping your lips when his cock sprung out, slapping against belly.

Mark gazed into your eyes as he slid his hand up your thigh, making his way to the apex of your legs. He tugged your panties to the side, delighted at how it clung to you. He’d truly be a happy man if he could have you underneath him every day for the rest of his life. Mark slid two fingers against your slit, smirking at how wet you were already.

“Is this for me?” he cooed as your hips bucked up into his touch.

You nodded, eager to just have him in you. You were all for foreplay, but your walls were throbbing with how much pent-up sexual frustration you were experiencing. There were so many opportunities after tonight, but right now, you needed Mark.

Mark suspended himself over you, propping himself up with an arm. He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and teased your slit with the head of his cock. A whimper escaped your lips.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

You pressed a kiss to the column of his neck. “Of course.”

Mark’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he was nervous. He was about to fuck the girl of his dreams, so how could he possibly be calm? But when you gave him that dazzling smile of yours, his heart thundered in his chest. He needed you.

He slowly entered you, eyes fixed on your face with rapt attention, indulging in the expressions you were making. For someone so sly and teasing, you had become pliant under his grasp, like a handful of clay that Mark could mould into his own liking.

“Mark,” you whined in an almost depraved way.

“Fuck,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

He started at a languid pace so he could adjust to you. To his satisfaction, you were vocal during sex; you moaned, whimpered, and gasped out Mark’s name whenever he thrusted into you. You were also so damn tight that the slightest movement made you tighten around Mark’s cock.

He held your thighs with a bruising grip as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. Your head went fuzzy as Mark pounded into that one spot mercilessly. But god, the way he growled out your name under his breath as your hips slapped against each other each time was sending you over the edge.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of white-hot pain that compelled Mark into thrusting harder into you. He grinned, a little unhinged, and sped up at the encouragement of your moans. The way he looked at you when he thrusted, though, was so fragile; he found you so heartbreakingly gorgeous, and it didn’t help that he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

“Mark!” you cried as you were reaching your high.

He could get lost in the way his name tumbled from your lips. He slowed down his thrusts in exchange for deeper ones that brought you closer to your climax. Mark kissed you again, slower and more passionate. It was somewhat out of place given the magnitude of what you two were doing, but it confirmed for you that he didn’t just want you for sex.

You squealed out his name again, the pressure blinding you. You clenched around him as you came undone, shooting stars flashing behind your eyelids. Mark fucked you through your orgasm without any semblance of mercy. You crooned out a few broken moans, eyes half-lidded as you held onto Mark, your release dripping down his cock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, dark eyes clouding over. He could hardly keep his release at bay, but when you looked up at him with those innocent, doe-like eyes, it became impossible. “God, are you even real? You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Mark gritted his teeth, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he pulled out and released over you. His cum spilled over your thighs, staining the lingerie you had worn just for him. Mark was completely out of breath so he collapsed next to you, rolling over so he could hold you in his arms. You happily complied, cuddling up to his warmth.

“Please don’t let that be a one-time thing,” Mark murmured in your ear, brushing aside strands of your hair.

“Maybe if you let me be your girlfriend,” you said with a smile, making Mark go wide-eyed.

“Really?” He couldn’t conceal the happiness behind his words.

“On one condition, though,” you said, closing your eyes as that feeling of his cum between your thighs. You reached for his pants that he had strewn aside beside you and reached into the pocket, pulling out the condom that Johnny had given him. “Use this next time.”

“Shit,” Mark mumbled.

You giggled at his reaction, but Mark only smiled brighter, embracing you tightly in his arms. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, cheek, and then your lips. He was a pure romantic when it came down to it, especially when it came to you.

“I also have a condition,” he said.

“Yeah?” you mused. “What is it?”

“Dress up for me next time.”

[quixotic-writer]

Signs

request: @birdgirl1772

Summary: New York was the place she hopes new horizons would be seen with a brand new job on the set of Impractical jokers with her long time boyfriend. Things didn’t change as she hoped and signs led people’s minds down a road they didn’t know was there. Q ventured in but is determined to help her on a path of her own.

Warning: Themes and talk of ab*se

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'Everything's fine. It's all okay.'

Like a mantra I keep telling myself over and over again as I frantically try and get the apartment put into order. He'll be up at any moment and I need breakfast hot on the table for him, if not he'll just do it again.

Almost as if on cue, I hear his footsteps and I feel a chill down my spine. I straighten myself up and put on a brave happy face.

"Good morning, breakfast is hot and ready." He doesn't say anything to me, just sits down at the table and quietly eats his breakfast as I clean up the kitchen. "I have a long day at work today on set, I might not be home in time to make dinner. How about some takeout at that italian place around the block?" He huffs.

"I don't ask for much, do I? All I want from you is a hot meal on the table. You're not the only one that works, you know." He spoke in a calm pointed tone. It was always scarier like this because it was the brewing and bubbling before worse happened.

"I'm sorry they just need me on set, I can't help that today is going to be a longer shoot."

"You can open your fat mouth about not being home to do basic shit, why can't you open your mouth to get a decent schedule?" I sit at the table nibbling at my plate of food, poking around at whatever was on it with my head hung low in shame. "My family wonders why I haven't proposed to you yet, how am I supposed to marry someone who doesn't even have any traits of a good wife?" He picked up his table and loudly threw his dishes in the sink making me jump.

I sit there without any tears left to cry. I just stare at the oak table and wonder why I can't do anything right. He comes back into the room with his coat in hand, lays a hand on my shoulder and plants a kiss on top of my head.

"I'll be home at 7 for dinner. Love you honey." He steps out the door and I hear him leave. I was left to clean everything up and clean myself up as well to head out for work.

When I went into the bathroom to change, I got a good look at my bare body. I had bruises in random splotches, some more faded than others. I felt disgusting. But he loved me. He's just pointing out things that I need to improve on... Right? That's all it is. He loves me. I convince myself mentally once more, but that only lasts mere seconds until i'm back to daydreams of escapism. I feel like a rat in a cage, he gives me everything, but he doesn't give me love. I'm just a sick experiment. A mere pet to him.

I pull my shirt over my head and cover the physical incarnations of my terrible secret and I head out the door to our filming location for the day: the bridal store.

I get to work and get things rolling before the guys get in: starting their coffee, helping set up their stations, double checking all the cameras are in place, and making sure each person is accounted for. I'm running all over set that I didn't notice or hear Q behind me. As I turn around with a coffee cup in hand, he's just standing there looking at me. I jump out of my skin and end up dropping the cup. A huge puddle of coffee is all over the floor and I feel my heart sink.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I immediately go down to grab the coffee cup. Q walks over and I screw my eyes closed fearing that I might be adding another bruise to my skin. But as I wait for a second, nothing happens. I open my eyes and see he has a couple of napkins and is helping to sop up the coffee.

"Didn't mean to scare you like that sweetheart! Are you okay?" He looks in my eyes with worry.

"I-I... I'm so sorry..." I couldn't get anything else out but that.

"You don't have to be sorry, accidents happen. I'm just happy none of it got on you, that would have hurt like a bitch!" We finish cleaning everything up and things seem to be back on track for everyone else. My heart felt like it was gonna fall out of my chest with how hard it was pounding so I found a way to escape off to the bathroom in a fired rush. As I was walking, I had my head down and clumsily bumped into someone else.

"Woah there speedy! Careful there!" I twist my head and see Joe who helps hold me steady so I don't fall, "You're an important part of the team and we can't have you getting hurt on our watch." He says with a smile. His words sound almost distant as my mind is only on finding a means of hiding. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Let me go get you water." He disappears and I go to hide away in the bathroom.

I slam the door and lock it. My palms are drenched in sweat and I'm shaking. I didn't make one mistake. I made two.

"You IDIOT!" I whisper yell to myself as I sit on the toilet. Eventually I had calmed myself down, took a breath, and wiped the sweat off my hands. The moment I opened the bathroom door there was Joe ready to knock, staring at me wide eyed. "Jesus christ Joe! Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to. I was looking everywhere for ya! Got you that water, stay hydrated." He hands me an ice cold water bottle and gives a soft smile before disappearing into the maze of equipment and team members. I was almost confused. I could have gotten water myself. I shrug at the kind gesture and try to get myself back on schedule after having that huge breakdown.

Everything from there was on track, no more hiccups in the road. I watched alongside the tech team as each of the jokers worked their magic in the dress viewing room, seeing various bride-to-be's in dazzling white and ivory dresses. Lace, chiffon, satin, there was everything and so much more. The girls on the team and I would gawk at each and every one that came through on screen, gushing about how gorgeous they are and how beautiful each girl was too. It came to a close for me as a voice came over the speakers for me to fix something up closer to the guy's monitors, a minor wiring issue that needed touching up on. As always I was quick on the scene to make sure that the problem was rectified and it wouldn't stall anything. The guys were still doing their thing as Murr was up on the floor.

I worked quietly and quickly, but not quickly enough I guess. The boys started getting rowdy, yelling, shouting, and hollering. Something in me shut down and suddenly everything didn't feel real. I looked at the work I had in front of me and nothing was quite clicking in my head. I froze. I stood behind their monitor in a daze. I don't know how much time passed before someone helped me fix the last bits up and get me out of there. I went into this mental auto-pilot mode. I heard everyone's voices, but it sounded foreign and almost distant.

"Hey." That came to me clear, I turned and Q was there. He looked worried.

"Hey." Play it off. Play it cool. Don't burden anyone with your problems.

"Listen, I notice things from time to time and I think now more than ever I need to address this." He kept his distance from me, his shoulders were slumped.

"What do you mean?" Play dumb. Don't let him know.

"Are things okay at home? Like, you and your boyfriend?" Cry for help? No don't do that, he'll think you're weak. But I need help. I can't take it anymore. But you've put up with it for so long, you can change him, he loves you. My mind was racing and I felt like a chameleon caught in the middle of its color change.

"W-why?" You're making it so obvious, why are you like this? His face shifts and I think that was an answer in itself that he feared.

"You don't have to tell me anything, it's not my business. Just know that I'm here for you and that I care about you. You're a part of the team and one of the crew members I can actually classify as a friend, your safety means everything to me and the guys." He goes in to hug me, I flinch. His arms don't wrap around me but his arms remain open. I look at him, and slowly melt into the hug. Despite his large stature, his embrace was soft and comforting. I've been hugged countless times, especially by my boyfriend, but never had any of them ever felt anything like this.

'Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.' Was what was screaming in my head as he held me in his arms. But, I just couldn't. We both separated and he was back to take his turn. I just sigh and feel this aching in my stomach. Was it guilt? Shame? Fear? Anxiety for sure.

When things had wrapped up, I roamed about the bridal attire looking at all the dresses feeling as the various textures graced my fingertips and their shape creating a model in my imagination.

"Try some on! Some of the other girls on set did, I think you deserve a chance to as well." Q sneaks past me and I didn't jump out of my skin for once. My eyes lit up like fireworks and I grabbed dress after dress.

"Only if you can give me some honest feedback big guy!" I say as I skip off to the changing room. I changed in and strolled out to the mirror. I spun and got a full look of myself and I felt beautiful for the first time in a long time.

"Look at you glow! Look at that smile!" Q had said enthusiastically. His eyes had wandered, but I noticed they stopped and his expression had changed.

"Something wrong? Did I get something on the dress?!" I look about the dress to find where the stain or imperfection might be.

"No, you just have a bruise on ya. How'd that happen?" I turn and bend my neck to see where in the mirror. There it was on my back left shoulder. I felt ice shoot up my spine.

"I'm just a little clumsy and ditsy! Just being stupid little old me again!" I pick up the skirt and go back to the changing room. This time, I went into something that covered me a little more and hid everything that I wasn't ready to reveal. When I came out, I knew my smile was less enthusiastic and I had lost my spark. I looked at myself, and it was just like I had always dreamed I would look like as a kid if I ever got married. That's when my mood really changed and I just started to whimper and cry. Q was quick to be at my side as I fell to my knees and wept.

"Hey, hey, hey it's okay." He held my hand in his and spoke in a hushed tone as he knelt by me.

"No. It's not. It hasn't been for a while." My mascara was running when I looked up at myself in the mirror. I looked around to see if anyone was there. No one was.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's the dress."

"What about it? I think you look good in it if that means anything." I chuckle. Sweet even when I look like a disgusting disaster.

"It's not that. It's just, i've always dreamed of this. Any kid does, especially me. Dressed up in a gorgeous dress of their dreams for their wedding. Smiling when you find the one and the dress. I've dreamt about it ever since I heard my boyfriend say 'I love you' to me. I want to get married but I feel that dream slipping away. He says he loves me, but I'm nothing but a punching bag, a burden, inconsiderate, imperfect, unlovable. Nothing I do is right or enough. I loved him, but I just can't find anything good in him anymore and I can't live like this anymore." The tears fall fast and heavy down my face and onto the carpet of the room. Q doesn't do anything but listen, "I want to leave, but I have nowhere to go. No one that cares. I moved here for work and away from each and every one of my support systems that I had. He said it'd be a new start but it feels like a trap now. I'm scared and I'm alone. I have no one that loves me."

"I don't know what to say to make this any better but I can tell you this for certain: you are not alone in this. He doesn't deserve you. He's stooped to the lowest of the low and is the scum of the earth. A royal piece of shit. I want to help you and I want to get you out of there." My head whips to him and our eyes connect and the tears temporarily stop.

"What do you mean?"

"You have your own bank account right? You know where all your important stuff is right? Do you have a suitcase to pack essentials?"

"Yes. But Q, and I mean this in the nicest way, what the fuck?" It felt like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Hope.

"You say you have no support system, well i'm it now. So are the rest of the guys whether they like it or not really. I'm hatching a plan. Are you in or out?" Everything felt sudden and so fast, my mind was racing and so was my heart. This was my chance, my opportunity, my sign that I've been begging for.

"I'm in."

"Perfect."

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I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth and I watched him climb into bed in the reflection. I look back to myself.

'Am I ready for this? Is this really what I want?' Second thoughts bloomed in my mind as my eyes kept wandering off to him. This is gonna break him and I almost felt kind of bad for it. I spit the minty foam and rinse my mouth. No more doubts for myself. This is it. I climb into bed and just lay there on my back for a while as I felt the bed shift on occasion as he settled in for the night.

After what felt like an eternity but was only half an hour, I knew he was dead asleep. I snuck out of my bed and gathered all of my important belongings. Special papers like my social security card, passport, etcetera. Quietly pulled out my suitcase and stuffed it to the gills with all my clothes and other little trinkets like jewelry and knick knacks. Once I was all quietly packed, I left it by the front door and sent a quick text to Q that our plan was in motion.

I stepped back into the bedroom to see him unshifted and unbothered. I wish he had been like this all the time. I at least wanted to have the decency to officially split us. I scribbled out a messy letter that I left on the kitchen counter as I heard a car come to a stop on the quiet streets. A peek outside the curtain revealed a red jeep waiting outside. My heart fluttered. I looked around at my surroundings one last time, taking in the last drops of memories both good and bad. With a deep breath I snuck out the front door. Q helped throw my suitcase into the trunk and gave me a hug and I began to cry.

"Honey?" I hear a strained tired voice that wasn't Q's. We both looked to see him standing in the doorway rubbing the sleep from his eyes and to see if what he was seeing was correct. My heart sunk. "Are you kidding me? Cheating on me? You've got to be fucking kidding me." He started to approach and Q shoved me into the passenger seat and guarded the door like a dog, standing tall. I could hear it all beyond the window.

"She's been nothing but loyal to you I can promise you that, maybe a little too loyal for scum like you."

"What do you know about us? Who the fuck are you anyway?" They both stood chest to chest and I was terrified of what was to come next. The fear of not knowing what will happen and being terrified at the idea of the worst thing happening left me trembling and silently crying.

"I know enough. Now step off."

"That's MY girlfriend. Fuck off tough guy." He pushes Q's chest and he stumbles back into the car but quickly regains balance. His fist reels back and I seal my eyes shut not wanting to see anything. When I opened them back up, he was on the floor holding his nose.

"If you know what's good for ya, you'll get your ass back inside and leave her the fuck alone." He begrudgingly gets up, stands there for a moment, looks to me with a glare, and backs away inside. Q adjusts himself and steps into the car.

"Are you okay?" Once again, I'm tearing up and grew to be a mess.

"You're so worried about me. I'm okay but are YOU okay?" I say with a smile.

"Well I just set that dick straight I think, and I'll be having you staying in my guest room. I think I'm doing pretty great." He says with a chuckle as he sets the vehicle in motion, "Now, let's get you to your new place of residency."

"At least until I can find a place for myself."

"Of course, but know: You're welcome to stay as long as you need. All I ask is for occasional help around the house."

"Of course. It would be incredibly rude if I just made a mess of the space you're so graciously sharing with me." We sat in the quiet of the car, adrenaline crash kicking into my system and my eyes grew heavy. "Hey. Thanks by the way."

"That's not an easy situation. It's hard to do alone. The fact that I could help you makes me happier than you know. You deserve to feel safe and loved and feel real love." I smile and he does too.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

hiii~✨hope you’re having a good day/night !!can you do taeyong with a praise kink? you can add whatever else you think would fit cus i’m not good at coming up with that lolz. btw i love you’re writing it’s so good

Awww thank you bby 🥺💖 And thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Taeyong, fem!dom!reader, pegging, praise kink, fingering (male recieving), he also rides you, but that's really the pegging part.

Good Boy

You cheered loudly with the rest of the NCTzens as NCT 127 finished their stage for Kick It. After they left the stage, you were led by a security guard to meet them in their dressing room. The NCTzens that noticed you leaving waved to you and asked you to tell the boys what a good job they had done tonight. You smiled and waved back at the friendly fans, blowing kisses jokingly every once in a while.

     You and your loving boyfriend, Taeyong, had gone public about 7 months ago after a year of dating. It took a hell of a lot of convincing for SM to be alright with it but they let you do it after seeing how dedicated both of you were to your relationship and realized you two wouldn't be breaking up anytime soon. The fans were a little iffy about you at first, thinking you were doing it for publicity or money, but after seeing you in so many VLives with him and seeing how genuinely happy both of you were, most of them started supporting you. Of course there were those people who sent hate, claiming you were taking their precious Taeyong away from them, but they don't really bother you that much.

     You knocked on the door to their changing room and waited for an okay to go in. It was a changing room after all, and you were sure they wouldn't want you walking in on them changing. It had accidentally happened once and you didn't want it to happen again. You heard shuffling in the room and a second later Donghyuk cracked the door open to see who it was. A smile immediately lit up his face as he saw you standing outside the door.

     "NOONA!" He yelled happily before jumping into your arms and hugging you like a koala bear, making you wrap your arms around his waist to hold him up with a laugh.

     "Hello to you too!" After standing still for a few moments to see if he would let go, you just decided to walk into the room and kick the door closed behind you with a laugh as he continued to hold onto you. You heard the other members laugh before someone walked over to you.

     "Donghyuk, let go of her! Other people want to hug her too!" Johnny said through light chuckles. You felt Donghyuk's lips pout against your neck before unwrapping his legs from your waist and sulking to the couch. All of the boys were changed out of their performing clothes and were working on getting out of their make-up. You waved to everyone else before greeting your boyfriend with a kiss. A few of the boys teasingly 'oooOOOooh'ed while Mark, Johnny, and Haechan made gagging noises from behind you. You rolled your eyes as you pulled away from Taeyong. He chuckled at their antics with red ears before giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

     "Hey baby. Did you enjoy the show?" He asked, looking up at you from his seat as his make-up artists removed his make-up. 

     "Of course I did, you all did amazing! A few NCTzens I passed on my way here wanted me to tell you they all loved your performance." You told them as you smiled at Taeyong through the mirror. Your boyfriend smiled brightly and the rest of the boys 'whoop'ed and cheered for themselves.

     "I was your favorite though, right?" Taeyong said as he leaned his head back to look up at you once his make-up was removed. You teasingly hissed in uncertainty.

     "Ooh, I don't know. Jaehyun did look pretty good tonight." You heard Jaehyun laugh from his seat before sexily pushing his hair back and winking at you with a dorky smile through the mirror. Taeyong pouted with a whine and tugged at your sleeve to bring your attention back to him. You laughed loudly and leaned down to give him a kiss.

     "I'm just kidding, baby, you know you're always my favorite." He looked up at you with his puppy-like smile that made your heart melt. You heard Donghyuk gag behind you, making the other members laugh.

     "I'm heading out, I think I might get cavities if I stay around here any longer."

     "Yeah, come on guys. I think we should leave the lovebirds alone." Johnny agreed as he looked back at you and Taeyong, wiggling his eyebrows from the door. You rolled your eyes as the rest of the boys filed out of the room. You let out a laugh as you felt your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist and bury his burning red face in your shoulder. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. You picked up your phone to check the time, not too surprised to see how late it was.

     "It's getting pretty late, we might need to get going if I'm gonna have enough time to drop you off at the dorms." Your boyfriend pouted at you and moved his arms to loosely wrap around your shoulders.

     "I kinda wanted to go to your place. I haven't seen you in a while so I was thinking we could have a little movie marathon." You looked to one of the make-up artists to make sure it was alright. She nodded before she finished packing up and waited for you two to leave so she could lock up. You turned and smiled at him.

     "Alright, let's go." He smiled, grabbed your hand, and started dragging you to your car, running like an over excited puppy. You giggled as you finally reached your car and started the drive to your house. You both blasted music, screaming the lyrics as you pulled up in your driveway. He got out of the car first and bounded up to the door in excitement. You looked him up and down, finally taking in what he was wearing as you walked to the door.

     He was wearing a loose button-up shirt that hung low enough to show off his collarbones that was half tucked into his pants. The ripped black skinny jeans he was wearing were your favorite because they hugged his ass perfectly. The holes were all along the front, with bigger holes towards the top, showing off his perfectly tanned thighs. The innocent smile on his face as he waited for you at the door made you want to turn him into a moaning mess beneath you.

     "Hurry uuuup." He whined out, snapping you out of your trance. You licked your lips before picking up your pace and unlocking the door. Before he could run to the living room to set up a movie, you closed the door and pulled him closer to you by the waist with his back still facing you.

     "Hold up baby. I was thinking, maybe instead of watching a movie, we could do something more… fun." Taeyong shivered against you as you pulled his hips towards you, grinding your hips into his ass. He gulped as you leaned up to suck and kiss at his exposed neck.

     "F-fun?"

     "Of course baby. You've been such a good boy lately and I think you deserve a reward for it, don't you?" He whimpered and grinded back against you as you praised him.

     "Y-yes. I-I've been a good boy. Mommy's good little boy." He whined out as he continued to roll his ass against you at a faster pace and tilted his head to give you more room on his neck. You smirked and guided him into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

     "Strip." He almost ripped his shirt off before moving to quickly kick off his pants while you reached under the bed to grab your strap-on and lube after stripping yourself. He was bare naked and laying in the center of the bed by the time you retrieved your toy. He shivered and whined at the sight of the strap in your hands. You quickly settled yourself between his legs and moved to kiss him as you leaned over him. You moved down to leave more marks on his neck and collarbones before pouring lube onto your fingers and pushing them into his hole. He whimpered and clung to your shoulders at the pleasure he felt from your fingers inside of him. He pushed his hips back to meet your hand as you sped up the pace of your fingers. You smirked against his neck at the submissive noises he was letting out.

     "You look so pretty like this baby; with my fingers pounding into you. Do you like mommy pounding into you like this babyboy?" He moaned louder at your question and nodded frantically.

     "Use your words baby."

     "Y-yes! Love mommy's fingers inside of me! A-ha." His eyes rolled back in his head when you started stroking his dick at the same pace your fingers were moving in and out of him.

     "F-fuck, mommy! Please move faster, p-please!" He whined as he moved his hips to meet your hands as they continued to pleasure him. Another moan ripped out of him as you sped up your hands movements. He continued to thrust and buck up into your hands with his beautiful cries of pleasure. You groaned against his throat.

     "Fuck, baby. You sound so beautiful. Scream louder, let mommy hear how good she's making you feel." He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned louder at your command.

     "S-shit- ngh- mommy! 'M gonna cum! F-fuck! Please let me cum mama!!" He cried out as his thighs squeezed around your waist.

     "Go ahead baby, cum for mommy like a good boy." He whined and whimpered before cumming in your hand and all over his stomach with a loud moan. You moved your hand up to your mouth, licking his seed up before doing the same to his stomach. His breathing picked up again and you felt his abs tense under your tongue. His dick twitched against his stomach at the sound of you adjusting the harness of the strap-on you now had hanging securely on your waist.

     "Do you want mommy to fuck you with this baby? Wanna cum for mommy a second time?" He whimpered and nodded as he felt the tip of the didlo enter his ass.

     "F-fuck, yes. Please mommy." He mumbled out as he looked up at you with his irresistible puppy dog eyes. You quickly thrusted your hips to meet his, making him moan loudly against your shoulder as his hands roamed your back. You smirked before flipping over so Taeyong was sitting up on your strap. He bit his swollen bottom lip, almost drawing blood as the dildo pushed further into him, barely hitting his prostate. He tightly reached up and gripped your shoulders as he started bouncing on your fake cock.

     "F-fuck, fuck, fuck, f-fuck!! Feels s-so fucking good!" He whimpered out in between high pitched moans as he started bouncing faster after finding his prostate. You bit your lips as you looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure as he rode you. He brought one of his hands up to start playing with his nipples, making him moan louder.

     "Fuck baby, you look so goddamn perfect like this. Mommy's pretty little boy." He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered at your words.

     "Th-thank- fuck!- Thank you m-mommy! Ngh-ah!!" After a few minutes, he started slowing down as his legs started getting tired. You harshly grabbed his hips and played your feet in the mattress, fucking up into him as hard as you could. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure.

     "A-HA! NGH-Fuck! Mommy!! AH! Gonna cum!! P-please let me cum, please!! I've been s-such a good boy- the b-best boy for you!!" You groaned at his words and started leaving more hickeys down his chest.

     "Cum for me baby, cum for mommy. You always look so pretty when you cum baby." With one last moan, he came all over his stomach and both of your chests. He shakily climbed off your strap after a few more thrusts and leaned down to lick his cum off your chest. After he finished he continued down and removed your strap-on before burying his face between your thighs. Your hand shot to his hair as you felt him start to lick at your clit.

     "F-fuck, baby, you don't have to do anything for me, I'll be alright." He looked up at you through his eyelashes and gave you a precious, innocent smile.

     "I know, I just wanna make mama feel good." You groaned and rolled your head back into the soft pillows as Taeyong moved back down to suck and lick your clit with enthusiasm.

[futurewriter2000]

Sweater

A/N: I actualy enjoyed reading this one but I never wanted to read it through because I’m really lazy. I know there are sentances and words I don’t like but idc. Hope you guys like it and all the love <3 (ALSO YOUNG JENSEN ACKLES AS REMUS?????? COME ON???? (he also hot now)) 

REQUEST: i'd like to request a one shot in which Sirius has a sister in ravenclaw who isn't prejudice like her family but isn't as loud mouthed accepting as her brother & they don't get along but some how she finds herself falling for her idiot brother's friend remus which she's baffled by because how could she like anyone stupid enough to tolerate her drama queen of a brother voluntarily 24/7 even if he's as smart & dreamy as remus

XX

It was as if you were strangers. It was as if all three of you were three different poles of the Earth. The youngest, Regulus, was the South pole, the oldest, Sirius, was North pole and you, the middle child, were the equator. The middle. The mediator. You weren’t as South orianted as Regulus was; always obeying, following and being the polished trophy on your parents’ shelf but you also weren’t as North as your brother Sirius- always pushing their buttons, waiting for your mother to explode and then feed on that. 

You obeyed... sometimes.

You rebelled... sometimes. 

You were neutral and sometimes that was a good thing, sometimes that was the loneliest feeling in the world. 

When Sirius was still living with you, there would be moments where your mother and father would praise Regulus and the two of you would just give each other that look- look that just tells everything and later tease little Reggie (as both of you liked to call him). But then again there would be moments where your parents would just scream and talk down on Sirius, leaving you and Regulus in an uncomfortable position. Sirius and Regulus would both be compared but you were just there. Like a void. Nobody paid attention to you, nobody acknowledged your presence. You could have murdered someone and they wouldn’t care in the world. And when Sirius left all of those moments were just giving you a lonely pit in your stomach. 

You were furious at your brother for leaving, crying, just being so aggrevated you wanted to murder him and James Potter but then you accepted it. Your brother wrote you and he kept writing you until you replied- which you eventually did, sending him a Howler. First day of school and he just burst in your comparment being annoying until you talked to him or laughed with him. He just annoyed the anger out of you. It didn’t leave, no, it was still there but it was smaller and you always goaded him with it. 

He hadn’t had much luck with Regulus. Mostly because he was a Slytherin and Sirius just couldn’t, for the love of God, deal with Slytherins, let alone be in their presence. You were a Ravenclaw, meaning you were easier to get to than your younger brother. 

You all still lived pretty divided life. You were close with both them, Sirius somehow more since Regulus despised that you and Sirius were on talking terms and he wasn’t. With months passing, he barely even talked to you. He did but it was so faint that it was worse than not talking. 

But again, you were the equator. The middle. 

“Oh how I love my little Ravenclaw sister, who has done nothing but bring me so much joy and love.” Sirius hugged you from behind, leaning his head on yours. “Beautiful, smart- just a peachy rainbow in the sky.” 

“You must be reading Poe.” you said unfazed, putting a spoonfull of mushroom-cream soup in your mouth. 

“Actually.” he breathed in a sharp breath, sitting beside you and smiling forcefully. “I’m not reading Poe and also not reading my Divination book, which has all the subjects and information for my Why do dreams affect wizards stronger than Muggles essay.” he leaned his head on the side, watching you with pleading eyes. 

“You must be keen on writing it.” you continued to play daft. 

“Funny... um...Well...I...” he tried to form a sentance. “I WAS planning on writing it, you know? For my good well-built brain but- khm.” he cleared his throat, leaning forward and looking at you with his eyes....his red, puffy eyes and you just knew.

“Oh Merlin.” you burried your head in your palms. “Again?” 

“It was one smoke, sissy.” he lied and after seeing your murderous glare, he corrected himself. “Maybe more than one. I stopped counting after one.” 

“You are an utter dumbass.” 

“Point proven on many occasions- so would you do what I ask you of??” his voice continued to get higher with each word, implying into you writing an essay for him, “Pleaseeee.” he whispered, dragging the letter ‘e’ with his breath. 

“Sirius...” you looked at him worriedly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t sissy. Please.” he shook his head. “Later, please.” 

“I’ll murder you later. Why doesn’t one of your friends do it?”

“Who says they didn’t do this with me?” he forced a smile on his face again, acting so innocent but it was as looking mischief in it’s face. 

“I’ll do for you for the last time and in return we will have to talk. No outs, you have to promise me this, Sirius-” he grabbed your head by the sides and pulled it to kiss your forehead, beaming at you.

“I fooking love you, baby sis.” he jumped on his feet and started jumping away. “Love you!” 

You laughed, shaking your head at the idiot. 

“I wish he’d say that to me.” your friend said in front of you, letting you form a grimaced look on your face as she continued to look at him dreamily. “Imagine that bum-”

“oKAY!” you got up and grabbed your sweater. “I just lost my apetite. See you when you wash your brain.” you walked out of the Great Hall, grimacing at your friend back in the Great Hall and sobering up after feeling a cold breeze touching your bare arms and making you put your sweater on. 

But just as you pulled it over your head, you saw broad chest in front of you and before you could stop, it was too late- You were already in someone’s hold. 

“I’m so sorry-” you looked up to see his emerald eyes illuminating the crescent. “Remus.” you smiled and he took a step back, licking his lips and smiling back. 

He was attractive. You can give him that. He was wearing grey sweatpants, which he never wore and a red Gryffindor sweater that hung on his body just perfectly. His hair was for once messy and his eyes were not red as your brother’s but free- Yes, in one word...they were free.

“(y/n).” he said so lazily, rolling it off his tongue after letting it sit there for a taste. 

“You’re high.” you smiled cheekly and crossed your arms over your chest.

“And you’re cute.” he blurted out but continued to smile. Surprised, the smile on your cheeks disappeared and you felt an enormous amount of heat reach your cheeks. He took a step forward, stretching his long arm until his palm was against the wall. Excatly then you realized your back was against the cold white wall. “Really cute.” he continued to speak slowly, careful not to sound tongue-tied. 

“Remus- uhm.” you tried to speak but as soon as you looked up at those eyes, your stomach turned into a knot and your heart jumped to your throat. He was so attractive- his look was provocative, his smirk erroticaly dangerous. 

“Yes?” he tilted his head to the side, pretending to be confused when knowing just how much he flustered you. 

“I- I-” you stuttered as he kept coming close, his elbow resting where his palm did, his nose only a milimeter away, his breathing in sync with yours. His lips were so close to yours and they were pulling you closer- like a magnet you felt the pull on your lips and just before your upped lip could touch his, you heard a clattering sound from afar, sobering you up and making you pull away. “I gotta go.” you said, looking up at his grinning face and  slipping out of his hold. 

Your cheeks were so hot at the moment that the sweater felt like an oven.

“Wait!” you heard him shout, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around. 

He was shirtliess. 

Why in hell was he shirtless?

“Take it.” he said, offering you his sweater. 

“Remus, I have a sweater.” you said, trying to keep your eyes away from his abs. 

How in hell can a man, who does nothing but seat behind books have such chiseled abs?

“I want you to have my sweater.” he said and at this point you could hear his words tripping over one another. 

“Why?” you asked, smiling at him- a bit confused a bit amused. 

He was close to you again, his chest against yours with only a ball of his sweater between the two of you. 

‘Merlin he smells good.’ - you heard yourself in your own head, taking a deep breath of his scent into your nostrills. 

“Because...” he looked down at his sweater, turning it in his hand. “I want you to look cute in my sweater.” 

“You want me to look cute in your sweater?” you quirked an eyebrow. 

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes and smirking again. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he said firmly and determined. 

“You’re high-” you tried to brush it off but his hand went up to your cheek, brushing away the fallen strand of your braid. You kept looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes and that just caused him to chuckle. 

“I’m high but at least I know what I want.” his voice got deep, husky and seductive. “And I’ve got my eyes on it for quite some time now.” he leaned forward. forcing the sweater in your hands and causing you to grab it with clenched fingers. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he growled, his eyes blazing into yours until he pulled away and started walking to his house, leaving you speechless and out of your mind. 

---

You got to your dorm with his sweater in your hands and mind stuck somewhere between what the fuck just happened and Remus’ abs. 

So many questions filled your head, so many pictures you have never thought until now and you were still like a boiling tomato. You walked to your bed and sat on it. His red Gryffindor sweater was in your lap and your eyes fixated on it. You got up, sat back down, got back up, looked on the sweater, thought of his abs, sat back down and laid on your back. 

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, smelling his scent come off his sweater. You turned your head to the side and saw it laying there, such an innocent object yet filled with so much... thoughts. 

Of course, you always had liked Remus since he seemed to be the most normal out of all four of them. He dated a girl or two but it never lasted. He used to be lanky boy with tidy hair, always smiling or with his nose buried in a book. He was the responsible one, he was the no trouble one- so who the hell was the person you just bumped into in the corridor because it definetly wasn’t the Remus you knew?

You kept smelling his scent- his wonderful masculine scent and it just drove you insane. You grabbed the sweater and threw it in your warderobe. 

You have to write an essay for your brother. You have to write an essay for his best best best best best friend in the world, your idiotic brother. 

---

You stood at the top of the stairs and just kept watching down. ‘What if Remus is in there? - Why should you care?- You shouldn’t. He probably does not remember. He was high on his ass.’

You took a few steps than stopped. 

‘But doesn’t he wonder why he was shirtless? - He could remember. It’s not like the cannabis plant can take away your memory. Its main psychoactive ingredient, THC, stimulates the part of your brain that responds to pleasure, like food and sex. That unleashes a chemical called dopamine, which gives you a euphoric, relaxed feeling.’ 

‘Yes. He was relaxed. He was chill. He was - fuck, he can remember. ‘

You turned around and went a step down, then stopped again. 

‘You know what? No.’ - you told yourself and turned back around. ‘I’m a chill person. I’m relaxed. I can play just as dirty as he can.’ you then turned back around went up to your dorm, took off your sweater and dragged his from your own warderobe. You put it on, letting his strong scent wash all over you and cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. Warmth washed your body like a hot shower and you felt a smile form on your lips.

Looking at the mirror and seeing your naive smile looking back at you, you sobered your infatuated expression and proudly walked to the Gryffindor tower. Your brother already sent you the password this morning so it was easy getting in. 

You didn’t even try to think, only knocked twice as you always did and barged in. 

All heads popped up and you tried to ignore all three of them, focusing on your brother and making your way towards him. 

A big bright smile appeared on his lips and he jumped off the bed. “Oh Merlin!” He kept jumping on his toes excitedly, taking the papers from your hands. “It looks so beautiful and so pure.” he kept jumping to his desk and put in in a drawer. “You deserve a hug, my dear sister.” 

“Sirius.” you put your hand up as he tried to approach you. “I will kick you if you try.” 

“Ah, come on. Sibling love.” he opened his arms again but you continued to narrow your eyes.

“I will kick you, Sirius Orion Black and you will not be able to get up.” you warned and he laughed. 

He turned to the others and pointed his finger at one of them. “She’s right. That happened already once. “ you followed the direction of his finger and locked your eyes with his emerald ones. 

Sirius voice became part of the background and all you could see was his seductive eyes, watching you with a playful curve on his lips. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back and raising an eyebrow, accepting his daring challange. 

He was surprised to say the least. The corner of his mouth draw closer to his cheek and a dimple formed on the side of it. He locked his fingers together and put his hands behind his head with his elbows pointing out. The hem of his shirt exposed his light skin, the biceps tensing and his shirt outlining his chest. 

You lost because you felt your whole body collapse from the sight. It was so innocent but so cruel. 

You turned your head to the side, seeing James saying something and when you unmuted the background you heard him arguing with Sirius. 

“It is unfair.”

“Life is unfair.”

“She’s a Ravenclaw and those spit on a paper and BAM! Essay!”

“She’s a gift.” Sirius turned to you with a prideful look in his eyes, smiling girlishly. 

“And you’re a pain in my arse.” you snarled, letting all four boys laugh. “You owe me, brother. “

“I really do not have talent for school but if you ever need a partner in crime, you can always give me a bell.” he winked, walking towards you and rufflinf your braid. 

“Ger’ off!” you pushed his arm away. “Twat.”

He turned his head to laugh at you but his eyes directed themselves on your sweater. He pointed his finger on it and narrowed his eyes. “That’s not my sweater.” he said seriously. “And it’s not theirs either because I wrote their initials on it with black ink.” 

You looked down on your sweater, innocently as you could.”Hmm...” you wondered. “Don’t know.” you looked up at him, smiling wickedly.

His face got extremely stern, humorless. “It’s a Gryffindor sweater, little sister.” 

“So I’ve noticed.”

“Who is it?” 

“None of your busniess.”

“None-” he scoffed. “NOne oF mY bUsinEsS.” he kept scoffing, shook and looking around. 

Your eyes glanced at Remus and he kept grinning, clearly enjoying the current scene in front of him. He winked at you, you smiled and turned back to Sirius. 

“I don’t go into your crazy business.”

“It’s different. Just tell me who it is. I won’t do-”

“Well, Sirius. You sort of left us so my business is clearly not to be shuffled by your long crooked nose especially when you get to call me only when you need something from me.” you snapped at him, leaving him speechless. “So yeah. It is none of your business.” and with that you left the dorm, feeling a pit eat your stomach. 

‘I should have just told him it was Remus’ . What could he do about it, anyway? Stop being my brother? He stopped being that the moment he decided  to leave and never come back.’

---

You felt the guilt eat you from the inside out. Of course, you and Sirius always poked each other but sometimes when he got under your skin, you spat out all the wrongs he ever done you. 

But it was true. Deep down inside you, you felt abandoned by your older brother, who has always had the need to protect both you and Regulus but he left. He left and that was selfish of him. 

“That was a bit harsh, what you said there.” someone snapped you out of your thoughts and before you could turn around, he was already next to you, smirking. 

You quirked your lip and looked down on your book. “About his long crooked nose? He’s probably looking at the mirror as we speak.” you said and he laughed beside you. 

“You know...” he put his head on his palm and smiled. “He did all morning.” he laughed and you joined him, giggling yourself and closing your book. 

“So what are you doing here?” you asked, placing your hands on the book in front. 

He looked down on them, seeing the sleeves of his sweater cover both of your palms, leaving only fingers curved in. He licked his lips, feeling such satisfaction of you in his oversized hoodie that he completely forgot on your question. 

“You know, if I didn’t clean this Gryffindor sweater, Sirius would flip out on both of us?” he said and you raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden nervous act. 

“Why would he?” 

“Because you’re his little sister.”

“And you’re his best friend.” you said, crossing your arms and leaning on your chair. “Which I have always wondered how could someone as smart as you be with someone as idiotic as my brother?”

He mirrored your position and chuckled. “I’ve been wondering that same thing for all seven years but then again, when I look at your brother, I know that I can trust him.” he put his arms on his knees, crossing them and leaning forward to you. 

You tilted your head to the side and uncrossed your arms. “As if you have something to hide...” you narrowed your eyes, mirroring his position. “Do you, Remus John Lupin?” 

“Well, if you must know I’m a werewolf and we all go running through the woods on a full moon.” he said jokingly and you laughed. 

“Yeah right.” you leaned back. 

“It’s true. James is a stag, Peter is a mouse and Sirius is-”

“An ass.” 

“Unfortunately a dog.”

“Well, we all can’t get everything, can we?” 

“No.” he laughed, draping one hand over the chair and leaning on the side. His eyes locked on yours, digging deep inside with his green diamonds... smiling stealthily. “No, we can’t.” 

You felt bubbling in your stomach, your cheeks getting red due to his blazing gaze and your whole throat go sore. “Uhm-” you cleared your throat, looking away shly then locking back your eyes with his, this time bravely. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one?”

“What are you doing here?” 

“Oh.” he chuckled, leaning forward again so his eyes could dig into yours and his hands took a hold of your own. His fingers slid under the sleeves and his thumbs carrased the back of your hands.

You felt your fingers tangle with his long ones and the heat on your cheeks rise as he pulled you close. “So?” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” he answered, getting closer until his nose brushed against yours. 

It was.

“No.” you smirked and he raised an eyebrow. “I think I’ll need more clues.” your fingers untangled from his and your arms slid up his thighs, triggering him to crash his lips into yours and pull you into his lap. His hands went to your hips as yours went up to his hair, deepening the kiss and feeling him smile. 

You pulled away, looking at his hungry eyes. “What?”

“That a good clue for you?” he stretched a grin on his face and you rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling. 

“That was a clue?” you teased and he chuckled.

“Not good enough?” he started to kiss your neck and you felt your head fall back. You felt your fingers cramp from tugging his shirt so strongly, barely breathing but it wasn’t until you heard something fall among the shelves that caught both of your attention. 

Both of you turned your head to the source, both dazed and confused. 

“James?” you heard Remus in front of you. 

“Moony- what the fuck?” 

“Umm...” you heard Remus humm and looking up at you.

“Don’t look at me.” you laughed and his eyes narrowed.

“Pads’ sister? Really? From all the girls, you had to chose your best friend’s sister?” James started to scold him, leaving you to hold your laugh.

“Not my fault I am irresistable.” you got up from his lap and started grabbing your books. 

“I’m telling Padfoot.” said James, making Remus stand up and point his finger at James.

“You try that and I’ll kill you.” 

“Not if Pads kills your first.” James grinned, backing away and running out of the library. 

Remus tried to go after him but you took him by the arm and pulled him back. He turned to you as if ‘what the hell are you doing?’ but honestly, you didn’t care. “Let him go.”

“I’ll be dead.” 

“James won’t say a thing.”

“You clearly don’t know James.” 

“Probably but it’s not like this should be a secret- should it be?” you asked and he smiled, wrapping his arms around you. 

“I don’t know. I kind of like this.” he said, making you relax at the sound of his sincere voice. 

“You do?” you asked, clearly doubting his words, no matter how sincere they sounded. 

“Don’t you?”

“You keep answering my questions with questions.” you stated and he laughed. 

“Well, don’t you?” 

“I do.”

“Well, then so do I.” 

“And Sirius?” 

“I think Sirius would-”

“IT WAS YOUR SWEATER!” you heard a shout from the shelves and both of your turned to see Sirius standing there with wide, shocked eyes. 

“Speaking of the Devil.” you rolled your eyes. “Guess, I really was wrong about James.”

“And I was right... clearly.”

“YOU CLEANED THE INK?!” he continued to shout, pointing his finger at Remus. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US MATCH!!”

“And here you were worried about him being mad about you and me snogging in the library.” you smiled, leaving Remus chuckling. 

“Wait for it.”

“AND FROM ALL THE BOYS YOU DECIDED TO TAKE MY BOY?” 

“You’re mad at me?!” you perplexed, looking at your brother with wide eyes and hearing Remus laugh beside you. 

“BLOODY HELL I AM!” he started pointing his finger at you. “And my nose is not CROOKED!” 

“I think it’s a little crooked.” you started to tease.

“If I look closely, you might be right.” Remus joined you. 

Sirius gasped and took a hold of his nose. “You both deserve each other.” he stormed out of the room, leaving both of you laughing a few moments before returning back and taking a look at the two of you, smiling kindly. “I’m happy for both of you, just so you know.” 

You smiled at your brother, feeling Remus’ hand on your back as he pulled you close and look down on you. “ I’m happy too.” 

[kieraswriting]

Coffin Chapter Twenty-Nine

Masterpost

Logan was very surprised to hear Virgil’s voice when he picked up the phone.

“Hi, Logan.”

“Virgil. Good morning. I trust everything is going well with you?”

“Mmhmm. Um… I had an idea, and I talked with Patton and Roman, and they said I should talk with you about it.”

“Yes?”

“What if… um, if I made some social media accounts? Told my story. I… sort of told someone, and they said that they hadn’t heard of things from a vampire’s side before. I was just hoping… maybe it could help, if people knew.”

Logan considered, taking a long breath. “Alright. Putting aside the dangers from already telling someone, we would have to get you a new phone, a vpn, and a fake email address and ID, to begin with. I believe that this idea has merit, but we wouldn’t be able to begin immediately.”

There was a pause. “Really?”

There was a lot of emotion in that voice, not something easily unpacked by Logan ever, much less over a phone. “Yes. I think your idea is a very good one.”

“Thanks.” Virgil’s voice was still choked with emotion, and Logan hoped that it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Why don’t you send me the details of what you’ve said already and where you’ve said it. I’ll try to be sure it’s as untraceable as possible, and I’ll help you set up for the other as soon as possible.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll send it to you. Thanks, Logan.”

“You’re very welcome, Virgil.”

As illogical as it was, Logan felt like he could almost hear a smile before Virgil hung up.

“What happened?” Emile asked.

Logan was relieved that Emile asked, especially in so light a tone. He’d seemed pretty upset earlier, and Logan knew that a lot of it was his fault, a point which was driven home by the glares Remy kept sending him.

“Virgil wants to try making social media accounts to spread information from the vampire side of things.”

“Oh.” Emile nodded slowly. “Ohhhh, that could be a really good idea! Getting our side of things out to the public could change a lot!”

“Our?” Logan said.

“Yeah! As people trying to help vampires. If you watch TV, you’d never guess that anyone ever did it.”

Logan considered, and didn’t have to think long at all to realize that he’d never seen any stories about resistance to the sweep by humans, other than vague ‘infringing on freedoms and privacy’.”

“Can I help?” Emile asked.

“Ah, yes, of course. I’m sure that something like this would work best with more help.”

Emile pulled out his phone. “Virgil’s using Roman’s phone, right?”

“Yes, but you can’t post anything yet, not when it could be tracked.”

“I know, I’m just gonna talk with Virgil for a bit.”

•^*^••

Whoever has the phone, can you pass it to Virgil? -Emile :)

Virgil blinked at the text. He hadn’t expected this so soon after talking with Logan.

Hi, Emile. This is Virgil. He wrote, and then erased the last bit, replacing it with -Virgil to match Emile’s.

Hi, Virgil! How’s it going? Logan told me you idea, and I really like it!

*your

Thanks. Virgil wrote, and then his mind blanked. How was he ever supposed to answer questions online if he couldn’t even hold a half decent conversation with Emile?

So I was thinking, and you don’t have to go with this if you had an idea, but what if you chat with me for a bit and I can ask questions, and then we can write up a ‘big story’ type of thing that we can post later?

Yeah, I like that. I wrote down a lot of it, but if you want to ask questions, that would be fine.

You know, I think you’re really brave for doing this. Opening yourself up like this to help people.

Virgil didn’t know what to say to that. He felt both flattered and dumbfounded. Thankfully, Emile was texting again.

As far as questions, should we split them up by anything? Like pre-vampire/post-vampire? Or general vampire questions versus Virgil only questions?

I don’t know. I’m not like most vampires, so I might give the wrong answers for the general questions.

I’m sure all vampires are a bit different. Remy’s with me, and I can talk with him, but he’s going to have different answers too, since he was born a vampire. Also, he says ‘Hiya, babes.’

Ok. We can try questions. Thanks for helping. (Should I say hi back to Remy?)

You’re welcome! :) And yeah, if you want to, I’ll tell him whatever you say!

Then Hi, Remy. After a moment of thought, Virgil changed the period to an explanation point before sending the text.

He says drink some coffee in honor of him. (But please don’t unless you really wanted to, he’s mostly joking) Anyway, first question! What name do you want to go by?

Virgil hadn’t considered alternate names for a while. Probably V would be unsafe to use, or any other derivative of his name.

What about Anxiety?

Anything that makes you comfortable is fine. :)

Ok. Thanks.

You’re welcome! ;) So, first question, how is a vampire made?

A human on the brink of death can be turned, and… there’s something special about it, but I don’t know exactly what. Virgil thought for a minute. Maybe ask Remy?

There was a bit of a gap before Emile texted back.

Remy says that it’s instinctual, at least for him. That it feels similar to making a thrall at first, but then it changes as they become a vampire.

Ahh. Should I write that down?

Logan’s been keeping notes, but thanks for offering! :) So next question, how and when were you turned?

Virgil had to pause. He’d already told this story before, but it didn’t seem to make it any easier now. Especially when it seemed that Emile was reading the texts out loud, and both Logan and Remy would hear. But this was the way to help people, and he would probably get asked this question a lot.

It was about two years ago, my dad, who was a vampire, drank too much blood and then left me. I thought I was going to die, but then a different vampire I knew turned me and kept me with her.

Virgil, I’m very sorry that happened to you.

Virgil wished he could remember how to make the shrug emoji. He didn’t really know what to say. It certainly wasn’t pleasant to think about, but it was done now. He’d probably never see his dad again, so it wasn’t like it really mattered.

Thanks. What’s the next question?

There was a bit of a pause before Emile texted back. Remy says let him know if you want him to, and he’ll go after your dad.

That actually made Virgil crack a smile. He didn’t want Remy trying to find his dad, but it was surprisingly nice to have that offer.

“Hey, Virge, done with the phone yet?” Roman asked, peeking in through the door.

“Oh. Um… kind of, I mean, I finished the call but,” Virgil stammered. He really should’ve asked before just starting a whole new conversation.

“Nah, it’s fine. What’re you up to now?”

“Emile’s texting me.”

Roman grinned. “Tell him hi from me then, yeah?” Without even waiting for an answer he waved and left.

Virgil glanced back down at the phone.

Second question: How much do vampires need to eat, and how often?

Well, a quart once a month would probably be fine, but most vampires I’ve known preferred to have smaller meals more frequently, and a really big meal every few months. Also Roman says hi.

Hi, Roman! And that’s interesting. Remy says he likes more than that, but that might be because he’s a born vampire. It would be interesting to have this conversation with Dee also.

Maybe Dee would want to help?

He might! I’ll call him in a bit and see if he’s interested.

He might not though. I don’t think he likes talking about his past.

And if he doesn’t, that’s fine. I’ll just ask. Ok! Question three: Do vampires actually go into blood-frenzies?

It depends I think. Some vampires are half-crazy from the time they get turned, and I think they would. I never did. Though, if I haven’t eaten for a really long time, it gets hard to have humans near me. What about Remy?

•^*^••

Logan was increasingly intrigued with the answers, especially getting the information from two such different sources, and in such a way that he believed it all to be true and grounded in experience.

“Ehh, I don’t know about frenzy,” Remy drawled. “And it’s different too, cause if you get too full it’s almost like a high, but too empty and that’ll really mess with your head, but in a very different way. I don’t know that I’ve ever been much more violent because of it though.”

Emile just nodded, typing away.

“Can you ask Virgil what the differences between human hunger and vampire hunger are?” Logan asked.

“Sure!” Emile said, typing again. “Oh, he says he’s never been that full, maybe it’s just a born vampire thing?”

Remy shook his head. “Nah, I’ve seen it on enough vampires. Poor kid.”

Emile got a worried frown as he nodded.

“Em.” Remy said, more seriously.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t offer to let him drink from you.”

“Why not?”

“You’re… sweeter, than most humans. Way more than hunters, certainly. It’s like having a really good espresso after cheap gas station coffee, and if he keeps drinking from hunters it’ll just make him want the other. Not fun all around.”

“Ahh, yeah, I think I get it. Poor Virgil.” Emile’s frown disappeared as the phone buzzed. “He says that it feels like human hunger, but it makes him get all jittery, and it gets to where he feels like he’s losing control over his body.”

Logan nodded, comparing Virgil’s explanation to how he’d acted when Logan had ‘tested’ him. It did make sense.

“I’m asking him what the relationship between a vampire and their sire is like,” Emile said.

“Mmm, well, I’ve never been on the other end,” Remy said, keeping his eyes on the road. “But it’s a little like a thrall. A lot weaker, but they’ll be all doe-eyed and lovey, especially if you want them to be. You can do a lot of forcing too, but not completely.”

“Virgil said it felt like she was his mom and dad mixed together.” Emile got a really sad look on his face. “No wonder he was so devastated that she was killed.”

Logan nodded. He hadn’t thought that the relationship would’ve been that strong, and he’d discounted Virgil’s grief about it the few times Virgil had spoken about it. He honestly was glad that Emile was the one asking, as Emile was consistently considerate about things like that, whereas anyone else would likely cause Virgil to clam up.

“Would you ask him what sunlight feels like?” Logan asked. “It certainly doesn’t affect vampires the way it does in myth.”

“It stings,” Remy offered. “Hence the jacket and glasses. It’s manageable, but it’s better just not to.”

Emile stared at the phone for a bit before replying. “He says that it’s like the middle of summer, when you can feel the sun hitting your skin, and you just know that you’re going to be burnt despite the sunscreen, but all the time, and that the temperature is still whatever temperature it is.”

“That truly is interesting,” Logan mused, writing down both answers. “Would a vampire be injured by remaining in the sun for a length of time, or would it heal as quickly as other injuries seem to?”

“It depends. Sun-injuries, like silver injuries, only really heal if we have blood in our system. So a vampire held outside without eating probably would be hurt by it. Might even die.”

“Virgil says he doesn’t know, he hasn’t tried,” Emile piped up.

Logan nodded seriously, writing it down.

•^*^••

Virgil’s mind was spinning. After just twelve questions he’d asked to save more for later. Even he hadn’t thought that long about vampires and how they worked. And he was a little annoyed that he only had half answers for so many of the questions.

“Roman? I’m done with the phone now.”

Roman’s head popped up from the log at the table, and he shoved something underneath it as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What are you doing with the log?” Virgil asked, holding out the phone.

“Uhhh…. I’ll tell you, but I won’t show you.”

“Why?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

“I have a knife.”

Virgil took a step back.

“Oh, no, wait!” Roman pleaded. “This is why I hid it, I don’t want you to feel threatened. I’d never, ever go near you with it. Give me a minute to put it away, and then I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

Virgil suddenly didn’t trust Roman enough to close his eyes. And he hated that he didn’t, because he knew that Roman wouldn’t hurt him, but he just couldn’t seem to believe it.

“Tell you what, just head back into the bedroom for just thirty more seconds so I can put it away.”

Virgil nodded, and backed into the bedroom so he didn’t have to turn around. Roman called him back only moments later.

Roman had turned the log around, showing that part of it was all cut, and there was a vague shape in the middle.

“It’s supposed to be a bird, but I really need something to look at to make it do right, which is why I came to see if you were done with the phone earlier.”

Virgil squinted. “Yeah. You definitely need a reference picture.”

Roman crossed his arms, his face more pouting than angry. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad! And I'm not even half done yet.”

Virgil grinned. He had a sudden desire to try one himself. But he wasn’t certain that he could handle touching anything that was silvery, and he wasn’t sure he could sit near Roman doing it either. But he absolutely didn’t want to kick Roman off of his activity just to help him.

And at that moment Patton got back from grocery shopping. Virgil hid a smile at his fake mustache that didn’t suit him at all, and the baseball cap pulled down half over his face.

“I also got pizza! And it’s probably still warm!” Patton said proudly.

“Aw, yes!” Roman cheered, racing outside to get the pizza.

[thenakedgingerwrites]

Trapped

Needless to say, I didn't expect what happened today. No one ever does I guess. I was working in my garage while the wife and kids were out running some errands. I cleaned out a bunch of things from the attic above the cars and piled the boxes near the front of the open garage. Having gone up and down my ladder with boxes (while not super heavy) all morning left me pretty fatigued and sweaty. It was still the middle of the afternoon and I was hoping to finish up, shower, and maybe jack off before the family got home. Three kids later, the wife wasn't as generous with sex anymore so I re-learned how to take care of myself. Not that I don't miss the passionate sex we used to have, I just gave up on getting a blowjob ever again, sad as it is. I went back up to get the last box but in my fatigue missed a step. I tried to grab a side plank but failed and instead went through the drywall floor. Well, not entirely. I had been wedged in-between two planks since I was pretty triangular of a build. I had a home gym and kept in shape as best I could. A bit of a belly but still strong as ever. So now here I was, stuck halfway through the roof of the garage. I tried to pull myself up but either couldn't get leverage, was too tired, or was stuck on something. Maybe all three. Either way, I wasn't going anywhere. Luckily the way I was stuck wasn't painful but I couldn't move. For whatever reason I yelled "HELLO!?" thinking someone would come to find me but instantly felt stupid for it. The family was gone and while the garage door was open, the boxes blocked most of the view to the street so it wouldn't have been obvious to anyone I'd be lucky enough to have pass by.

If I knew someone was walking by I'm sure I could yell to get their attention (if they didn't have headphones in) but I didn't want to yell for an hour hoping someone would find me. The family should be back within an hour or so. They'll laugh at finding daddy coming through the roof but my wife will get the ladder so I can climb out of here and then chastise me for not paying attention. Sigh. Fifteen minutes or so went by as I hung there. I tried to make a game out of it by counting the rafter beams, or swinging my legs for a light ab workout, but was getting bored. I tried to get out again but determined I must be stuck on something. I wiggled my hips to try and figure out what it was. Something was preventing me from pulling myself up and thought it must be something on the bottom of my shirt or my sweatpants. I thought that if I went down a little lower, whatever was stuck would unstick and then I could pull myself free. It took another couple minutes of trying to squeeze myself further into the hole but finally eureka! I felt something give. It was the undeniable rip of my sweatpants but fuck it, I can always get my wife to stitch them back up. Two things became very apparent to me very quickly though. One, my squeezing further into the hole sealed my fate of actually being stuck. Without the leverage of something beneath me I was staying put. Second, the rip to my pants must have been the waist, and the phone in my pocket weighed them down. And down. And down... "You've got to be fucking kidding me." So now, not only was I stuck in my garage ceiling and my pants ripped, I was naked from the waist down. "Great day to not wear underwear, asshole." Well my wife and kids finding me would be a little less fun this way, for everyone. Luckily my ass was hanging towards the driveway so they wouldn't see my exposed cock and nuts but seeing Dad's hairy ass probably wasn't on their to-do list. I decided to give myself one last attempt at freedom and used all my muscles in my arms I could muster. My legs ran in place attempting to help me but alas, nothing. "FUCK!" I cursed. Last fucking time I clean the attic. I catch my breath as I hear the unmistakable pitter patter of footsteps. "Hello?" a cautious voice calls out. Shit! Of course someone is passing by NOW. "I'm fine, go away!" I yell instinctively. I'm not sure why being rescued is less desirable than a stranger seeing me naked like this. I mean, I'm fit, my cocks a good size (6 hard and pretty thick), maybe a little hairier than most but overall a good looking guy. It's just the shame of the situation. "Ha, you don't look fine." The guy gives a light chuckle. I can tell he's behind me getting an eye full of my round ass. Sigh. "Yeah, I'm not. I fell through while moving some boxes and... fate is out to get me today I guess." "Well one man's trash is another's treasure." What the hell? Did he say this situation was treasure? "Um, yeah. Can you grab my ladder? If that's under me I think I can push up and out of this wedge." Silence. "Hey, guy?" I think I hear footsteps but it's hard to tell. He's probably wearing running shoes so I can't really hear him. Did he leave? *click* The unmistakable sound of a phone camera. "What the fuck man?! Did you just take a picture of me?!" "Yes, only your butt. To remember this laughable situation." "Well I'd fucking appreciate it if you didn't and get me the fuck out of here." I couldn't help my anger starting to boil. It's one thing to be found by a stranger but thinking photos of me could leak on the internet was a different story. "Oh my..." he says. *click* "Dude what the fuck?!" "Sorry, after seeing your dick I couldn't help myself." "You fucking fag!" "And those balls." I felt his finger tips graze my scrotum which set me into a fury. I kicked my legs out at him but there were still bound by my sweatpants. I only kicked air. "Ah, ah ah" the stranger said. "You wouldn't want me sending these photos to everyone in the neighborhood would you?" No, I wouldn't. I calmed my legs down and let them hang limply again. "No I know a way we can both help each other out." "And what's that?" I ask through gritted teeth. "You married?" "And three kids. Straight as an arrow." "Funny thing about arrows, they bend in flight. Anyway, when's the last time you got a good blowjob?" "What?!" "When's the last time your wife gave you a really great blowjob?" "That's none of your Goddamn business." "Ah, I see. When's the last time you had ANY blowjob?" I remained silent. I couldn't think of a good lie but the truth is it had been years. He continued to speak. "You see, I'm kind of addicted to cock. I've become a bit of an expert in my addiction, but it's been a couple weeks since I've blown anyone new." He was behind me now as he placed an open palm on my ass. "So, that's how we can help each other." "You want to give me a blowjob." "Correct." "You want to GIVE me a blowjob, and then help me out?" "Seems like a good deal to you, yes?" I mean, fuck yeah it did. I'm not gay, really I'm not. Unlike a lot of guys in high school I never messed around with any of my guy friends but still, it had been years. And I couldn't see him at all so in my mind I could just pretend it was Scarlet Johansen or Emma Stone or whoever the fuck I wanted it to be. "Is that a deal?" "I mean, what do you need me to do?" "Ideally, just not strangle me with your thighs and I'll do the rest." I did contemplate it, but then I'd be where I started and he may turn violent too. I'm the one in the compromising position. "Okay, deal." "Oh goody!" I felt both of his hands on my ass this time while he planted a big kiss on one cheek. Gross. The stranger pulled something over towards us. It sounded like maybe a one of our plastic storage bins but I'm not sure. I estimated that my cock was probably only 6 feet off the ground but figured he'd need to get a little higher. The first touch was tentative. His hands on my soft cock made me second guess my decision. This was a guy afterall. I couldn't will myself to forget that. This was wrong. And then he took me into his mouth. My abs convulsed by instinct. It was a feeling I'd missed for so long. He sucked and swirled his tongue around my hardening cock and I'm embarrassed to say how quickly I got hard. "Oh wow, you're a thick guy." "Ha, thanks." Wait, why the fuck am I thanking this pervert? Well, he is giving me head... *click* "Hey! No pictures!" "That wasn't part of the deal. And what do you care, your face isn't in them. They're just for me. Promise." "No, seriously. Delete those pic..." He took me back into his mouth and it shut me up. God he was good. This guy definitely had practice with a cock and probably with someone as thick as me because he managed to take almost all of me into him. And like a pro fag, he even popped my balls into his mouth to give my cock a break. While he pumped my wet shaft with his hands he sucked and licked on each nut separately. Taking my cock back into his mouth, his hands grabbed my firm ass from behind. I actually started to rock into him. It felt so fucking good. His fingers snaked their way back towards my ass hole but I stopped him and rocked away, cock popping out of his mouth. "No way. Don't touch my asshole. I'm not gay." "You don't trust me by now? I can make a little prostate stimulation feel really good." "I said no. Blowjob only." "Sigh, have it your way Mr. Boring Married Man." I resented that. Was I really boring because I didn't want to be finger fucked by a guy? A stranger even? He got back to work on my cock and really focused on the head. He was edging me and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. "I think I'm gonna cum soon man." He just continued to work. Nervous he didn't hear me, I said it again. Not sure why I cared to be polite about accidently cumming in his mouth. "Dude, you're about to make me cum. Get off unless you want my load down your throat." He popped off so I figured he finally heard me but unexpectedly he said "feed me, daddy" and engulfed me again. Fuck, this guy was gonna swallow too. I felt the pressure building and tried to hold it back. Once I got to the peak I felt his finger once again find my asshole but not timidly. This guy shoved his finger fully into me all at once and I kid you not, it was the best feeling of my life. His finger deep into my ass, cock in his mouth, balls in his other hand, I exploded. Rope after rope I shot into this guy's mouth. It'd had been a while since I jacked off too so the amount must have been immense. The waves of euphoria were unlike anything I'd ever felt sexually or otherwise. I actually moaned out loud like a pornstar. I always thought they were faking it until now. A long slurping sound later, he unsuctioned himself from my defeated dick. "I take it you liked it then?" "Fuck..." was all I could get out between breaths. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to finish too." "Umm, I'm not sure what that means." "Don't worry, nothing gay for you Mr. Straight Married Man. I'm just gonna jack off real quick looking at that cock of yours." "Ugh, fine." I was still spent and had no energy to argue. I just had the best blowjob of my life and was soon going to be free from my embarrassing prison. I heard the ladder, I think, being dragged over towards me. Did he finish already? I tentatively reached a foot out for it but found only air. "Um, guy?" "I'm not done yet, sheesh. Hold your horses." I soon heard the sound of a guy jacking off. He got handsy with me but I decided to just bite my tongue, wanting him to finish as fast as possible. It didn't take him that long until he warned me, "Okay, here it comes." I wasn't expecting him to cum onto me, and I definitely didn't expect him to come on my ass! "Dude!? What the fuck!?" "Ahhhh, that felt amazing." I'm pretty sure he slapped my ass a couple times with his still-hard cock. "Fucking gross man!" "Sorry, couldn't resist. That ass is to die for. Sure you don't want me to fuck you too?" "I'm FUCKING positive!" I yell. "Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. Thought I'd ask." "Well the answer is fucking no. Now bring that damn ladder over here so I can wipe this shit off me." "Okay, okay. One last photo though." *click* "Stop!" "I couldn't help it, I needed to get a picture of me marking you." Like a fucking dog? Marking me? Little did he know, when I got out of here I was gonna get him and break that fucking phone. I imagined he'd run when he gave me the ladder but I was fast. "Whatever man, just bring me the ladder." "I actually don't think that's a good idea." "What the hell!? We had a deal!!" I was furious. I started to flail my legs, my semi-soft cock slapping against my thighs. "I know, I know. But I don't think you're going to be too kind to me when you get free. And I'd much prefer your wife to find you like this. Another guy's cum on your ass." "YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!!" "Well, Daddy fucker maybe." "GET ME DOWN!!" *SLAP* He slapped me hard against my right cheek. "Until next time stud." "GET BACK HERE!!" I writhed and wiggled for a few minutes, fuming with anger. After a bit longer though, I determined he had gone. I again was trapped with no hope of rescue. And honestly, no desire for rescue now either. As I hang there, remnants of my spent cock dripping to the floor and the mysterious stranger's cum drying on the globes of my ass, I hear our minivan pull up into our driveway. How was I going to explain this...

[everythingoesnk]

1957

summary; you come to john’s rescue so he doesn’t fail his test. conversation takes a turn :p

word count; 2 283

warnings; flufliness 🤗🤗

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On Wednesdays, your older sister was in charge of doing the shopping, but fever had confined her to her bed. By strict orders of your mother, the responsibility was now yours.

That’s why you ran late to meet Mrs Smith and her nephew.

As you stood alone in the hallway, awkward and reluctant, you wished your arrival at 251 Menlon Avenue had been interrupted by the stupidest distraction. Or that you’d have declined to come when you had the opportunity to.

Hearing them arguing upstairs wasn’t what you wanted to do with your evening. Neither was helping John to study for the math test he had the morning after. You couldn’t work miracles, and with this transparency you explained it to your grandma when she compelled you to lend him a hand.

She and Mimi had been good friends for years, and when they were together drinking tea last week, Mimi vented to her how John would distress her in the school field. Music, the young lad was only interested in music. His grades were pitiful, and she found herself running out of stratagems to incite John to get back on track. The guy managed to pass the rest of the subjects, but mathematics were an ordeal for him.

He despised numbers just as he despised having to waste time restricting his Gallotone when he could be rehearsing instead.

“Give me back the guitar, Mimi. Where do you have it?”

“You won’t see it until I hear from the test’s result”

“I’m trying my best!”

“Try harder”

There was a truculent silence that wasn’t a silence per se. They stopped talking, but John’s frantic steps as he paced around the room rummaging around and removing furniture from its place hoping the guitar would be hiding behind were unmistakable.

“It’s not there,” she said, nuisance reflected in her tone, expression inexpressive.

“Unless you ate it it must be somewhere in the house”

Mimi didn’t answer.

“Because it’s in the house, correct?”

Mimi exhaled, giving him a hostile glare. They weren’t in a state where she could throw money around like it was nothing. If she bought him the guitar, it wasn’t to resell it or dispose of it afterwards.

“Of course it is in the house. I’ll return it if you comply with our deal”

After Mimi drew the line, you heard the woman walking down the stairs.

Straightening up, you clasped nervously your fingers around your schoolbag’s strap.

She placed her peculiar hat on top of her hair and covered her figure with a long winter coat. Its corseted structure in the middle cinched in around her already lean frame.

“Do your best” she told you, making sure that she had everything she needed on her. “If you feel like hitting him, you have my permission”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have errands to run”

When Mimi walked over to you, she stopped by your side and looked you up and down.

“The shoes. You dirtied my carpet”

“I’m sorry, Mrs Smith”

You intended to offer cleaning it up yourself until it looked like it did before, but she had other plans.

“When you’re gone I’ll tell John to handle it, the boy lacks discipline. Anyone would think he’s being raised in a jungle rather than a humble home in the northwestern of England and I wouldn’t be able to contradict them”

You had nothing to respond her with, but she didn’t look like she was interested in hearing an answer.

She rekindled her step and marched out the house, half with hurry half slipping away in case John reappeared to keep niggling over how unfair she was.

You’d been in their home previously. Once.

John had been the sergeant who lead the army, devising a prank which sloshed over onto you. Army because his two friends were the ones to set the trap, John keeping his hands clean as the commander and mastermind he thought was. They put a paint bucket on top of the classroom door frame, and the three patiently waited to see who the victim would be.

You spent hours in the shower scraping the tacky liquid off your skin.

That same day, your grandma and you showed up at their doorstep because she wanted him to apologize.

The incident was the reason why you knew where he lived.

You eased down into one of the chairs in the kitchen and dropped your bag onto the table.

John knew you were there, you wouldn’t go searching for him.

Thing is, time went on, and he wouldn’t make an appearance. You checked your wristwatch and cursed. Almost fifteen minutes had ticked by and you were waiting like an idiot for someone who clearly did not care enough.

“Am I dreaming or did I just hear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) saying a bad word?”

You flinched and brought a hand up to your chest.

Looking to the left, you saw him standing barefoot in the doorway with his arms stretched upwards, gripping at the doorframe. Legs crossed at the ankles, a wicked grin curved his lips. He was wearing a white cotton tee and denim trousers that fit him tight in the thighs.

Once recovered from the shock, you shot him a bitter look.

“You’re wasting my time, you know that? The longer you delay it, the worse”

“I’ve had better,” he said, walking over to the sink where two large vertical windows on the wall displayed a perfect view of the back porch.

He closed them, grabbed a plain black sweatshirt that hung from the chair opposite you and put it over his head, messing up even more his already tousled humid hair. It was clear that he had a shower before you showed up. If he hadn’t had, it would be replicating Presley’s.

Until then you didn’t realise that the room was indeed chilly.

“Better what?”

“Better days. Thank you for asking and showing interest” he said, waving vaguely a hand.

He slumped in that same chair and glanced across at you.

“How are you, by the way?”

“Fed up. Tell me what you don’t understand and we’ll practice” you said, pulling out of the schoolbag the book and your pencil case.

John calmly watched you prepare everything. “Geometry, algebraic equations…  The entire book, if you will”

“If that’s the case, I see logic in noting down formulas first, that way you can try and memorize them too” you lifted your gaze and saw him with both hands plunged in the front pocket of his sweatshirt, shoulders relaxed. “Hello? Aren’t you getting something to write on?”

He let silence reign for a moment.

“Out of all the people in class, it had to be you,” he grumbled. You didn’t have a clue about what that was supposed to mean, but now his eyes were piercing into yours to the point where you felt very small very quick. He bounced to his feet with a huff. “I’ll be right back”

Upon his return, he carried with him a notebook with doodlings drawn by him on the cover and a pencil hanging loose between his teeth. Along the way, at some point, he tugged the hood over his face, so now you couldn’t see the top half of it.

He took the seat again and with an unfriendly look began copying the theory.

“If you’d paid attention from the beginning perhaps you wouldn’t be against the clock now”

“I can’t focus if you speak,” he grunted.

“You’re just copying” you said, raising your left eyebrow. “But alright, I’ll shut it”

When he was done, he tossed the pencil and dragged his hands down his face, pulling at the skin under the eyes.

“I hate this” he condemned.

“You hate everything that doesn’t involve music” you clarified, no malice in your statement.

“That’s not true” he scowled, pushing the hood back, actually feeling insulted.

“Alright, tell me something you don’t hate,” you propped your elbows onto the table, laced your fingers and rested your chin there.

“I don’t hate the singing of birds waking me up in the morning, and I don’t hate hanging out with you”

As much as you tried to hide it, John saw how your lips tipped up.

“Am I supposed to feel touched?”

“I’d be really sad if you didn’t. That was smooth”

“Oh wow yes, so smooth, the smoothest” you sneered, taking his notebook to write down a few problems for him to resolve.

“Smoothest” he echoed. “Is that a word?”

“It is” you weren’t sure if he was serious.

“Sounds strange to me, never used it before”

“Venustraphobia sounds awful as well and it’s a real term”

“What does it mean?”

“Fear of attractive women”

“Holy shit, is that true?” he asked, fiddling now with his pencil.

“Yeah”

“So that’s a thing. Does the phobia exist the other way around? Women fearing handsome men?”

“I guess?”

He nodded, amused. “It must be hard for you”

Confused, you raised your eyes and cocked your head with an inquisitive frown.

“Collecting yourself, I mean” he explained, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You’re doing a terrific job pretending you’re not suffering. As you might know, I’m quite charming myself”

You just stared back for some time, holding back a laugh until it became impossible to restrain.

John was so much fun when he didn’t behave like a dick, you hated to admit, which only happened when his macho friends were around. He was the leader of the group, sure, but it seemed that all he wanted was acceptance from them, to belong somewhere. Pretty much he let them change him. Although when he wasn’t near them, the carefree happy bouncy John you knew returned each time.

Abs burning from laughing, you doubled over as you hugged your abdomen. This bitch, you thought. Your shoulders kept shaking as you tried to subside your chuckles, but you couldn’t stop.

John observed your reaction placidly.

Bright with delight, his eyes gleamed when you kept patting your thigh as a conduit for the laughter.

“My God” you breathed, fanning yourself.

“It’s rude using my name in vain,” he teased, wagging the accusatory finger in your direction.

“You’re far from being God” you retorted, your chuckles fading. You gave him back his notebook. “Enough chitchat. Do these exercises and I’ll correct them”

You waited then, keeping an eye on him as well as inspecting your nails to pass the time.

He raked a hand through his hair and kept it there, closing it in a fist at the top of his head.

A sappy feeling settled in your stomach. Seeing him saturated after half an hour trying to get something done softened your heart.

He suddenly looked up, but when he caught you looking too, John quickly dropped his head.

Five more minutes and he passed you the notebook.

“Voilà. Now you can laugh at me”

“I’m not gonna laugh at you. No one is born knowing” you responded quietly.

Silently revising his answers, you got distracted remembering one thing he said earlier.

Rosiness present in your cheeks, your gaze settled cautiously upon him. “You don’t like me?”

His brows drew together in deep puzzlement.

“What?”

“‘Out of all the people in class, it had to be you’” you quoted him, your heart beating erratically. You were worried that its pumps would tear a hole in your chest. “I wanna know why you said that. Is it because you don’t like me?”

A muscle tickled in his jaw, but his expression was humourless.

“That’s not it”

You hoped his response would bloom into something more specific, but he remained with his mouth shut, tension building up between the two.

“What’s it?” you pressed.

Darkness igniting his eyes, he leaned back in his chair.

“Answering your previous question, I do. A lot, actually. That’s my issue”

Petrified, your pulse shot to the sky.

“Why is it an issue?”

“We both know why”

Was John Lennon telling you with all his chest that he was interested in dating you but that he’d never acted upon it ‘cause he assumed you were out of his league?

“You didn’t ask me about my feelings, not once”

“Why would I? You’re sweet and smart. I’m none of that”

Oh, Johnny boy. His words cracked your heart. Lies, they were cruel lies.

“What are you doing this Friday?” you inquired. “I don’t know if you know, but I really like painting. I held an exhibition at school—”

“I’m aware. I was there”

Warmth radiating up your body, you fought back a stunned gasp. “You went?”

He never mentioned it before.

Gazing in each other’s eyes longingly, a goofy side smile fleetingly graced his lips.

Electric tingles spread through your nervous system. You composed yourself with a toss of the head. And he dared to say he wasn’t sweet? You were drowning in diabetes.

“My point is, the school’s newspaper asked me to present something new, and I have yet to finish my piece. Maybe, if you want, you could join me and we make each other company. You can bring your guitar and play some music”

You’re adorable, he wanted to interrupt, mouth twitching.

“I guess I could do that” he said instead.

“Awesome” you bit on your bottom lip, thrilled.

“I’m concerned, though”

“Concerned?” your eyebrows snapped together. Was he having second thoughts? “About what?”

“Concerned that I will start developing venustraphobia now that I’m gonna spend more time with you”

Your laughter hugged his soul.

John contemplated stupefied how easy you made it to fall in love.

Just hearing your giggles was enough for him to understand he could never compose a melody more lovely and magical than that.

[cowandcalf]

Writer’s Month 2020

Prompt No.11 - Light Part II (I couldn’t post all at once...so much to try to come up with shorter chapters...)

Chapter 1 - 5

Chapter 6

Dog tags – no one, no one touches a soldier's dog tags without permission. Danny knows that from a documentary he once saw about war veterans. It's a piece of their soul, of their devotion and it's extremely private. He feels how Steve relaxes behind his back. Danny knows Steve would have swatted his hand away if he had tried to grab the dog tags. He's so glad he's passed that test, too.

Steve stays where he feels safe, hidden. He does not step up and Danny's face is turned toward the wall. Two chains, each hang from a simple nail on the wall. Danny can read the imprinted names though. Steven Jack McGarrett and the second one, much more worn and battered, says the same name. Danny levels his breathing.

Steve speaks in a low voice. "In my line of duty, I've seen too much death. The base and the training camps can only do that much to get you ready for the real deal. You're never ready enough for what you're about to live through when deployed. It gets to you – to everyone – after a few years in."

Danny's eyes take in the small metal plates worn by their owners for years around their necks. The way they are put on the wall clenches his heart – they're discarded. The picture speaks of finality. One image that tells an entire story arching over ten volumes of human strength and utter devotion. Danny hardly stands to look at such raw intimacy. He doesn't even try to calm his racing heart.

Steve keeps talking, "you can't shake it even if you believe so at the beginning. We pretend it's not there. No one wants it but everyone deals in their own way with that shit." A longer pause makes Danny believe Steve has left. He doesn't break the spell of the moment. He gives Steve the time, he needs. "As a kid, you're afraid of the monsters under your bed. As a grown-up, serving your country, you're not afraid of any monsters until you meet them in your head."

Danny slowly turns around. He doesn't try to pretend. The chills of the words he's just heard drill into his bones. Steve controls the emotional reflection in his eyes. Danny only sees struggle and pain when Steve lets him. Steve's eyes are the only place where he could slip and someone could catch a glimpse of what lies beneath: where the purgatory of what he has witnessed burns on, keeping the monsters in his head alive. Otherwise, Steve stands out of the crowd due to his ridiculous great looks. No one on the street would assume this perfect shell of a body holds an eroded soul, worn down with ears of combat.

"Why the plants?" Danny wonders since he has bought the seldom flower for his aunt. And he desperately needs Steve to get rid of that robot-like look on his face.

Steve pushes his hands down his front pockets. He dips his head and hides his face. Danny can see how the tension creeps back and hardens Steve's muscles to a point where he's stiff as a statue. "Plants grow. Most plants sleep at night. They rest and they wait for the sun to wake them. Bushes, trees, flowers – they reach out, and with all they've got, they face sunlight. They grow stronger, grow bigger, make roots that hold them steady, embedded in the soil. They survive because they need light." Danny hears Steve swallow. His voice is even lower, almost a whisper between the wind in the leaves when he speaks again. "I need this – the light and the growing. I – all that. It helps." Steve makes an ashamed gesture, a flailing hand in the dusk to play it down. "God, this sounds so cheesy."

Danny's skin is too small for his body. He works his jaw and hopes his throat doesn't close up with the jammed emotions he can hardly contain.

"I'm a SEAL. Ex-SEAL." Words, spoken so tense and thin Danny almost misses them.

"That's why the dog tags are there and not around your neck?" Danny clears his throat.

Steve turns his head and makes it impossible for Danny to read on his face how hard it is to be out of the tightly knitted circle. Steve walks through blazing fire every time his eyes wander over to the two chains hanging on the wall. Danny can't even imagine how Steve feels. How has he ever thought he could make a difference? Love? Meaningful things? Danny wouldn't even know where to begin. Pfft, God, what's up with him? It's ridiculous. Steve lives in an entirely different orbit, unreachable, unattainable. Not his league.

"To who belongs the second pair? It's the same name on them, Steven McGarrett."

"It's my grandfather's, Steven Jack McGarrett. Ensign McGarrett. He perished on the U.S.S Arizona during the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 1941."

How can a piece of metal stand for the very soul of its bearer?

Danny's gaze gets drawn to the man in front of him, wearing threadbare jeans and standing barefoot in the golden light of the sinking sun. Love hot like fiery anger boils in Danny's stomach. He watches Steve, surrounded by a garden he has created so he won't drown in blood and despair and anguish. This green ocean is Steve's embodied back-up plan to survive would he ever make it back from the war alive. Danny's exhausted. Steve stays silent.

They watch the sunset. They still stand on the same spot when the shadows of the night grow longer and darker.

Danny's cell rings disgustingly loud in his pants pocket. He shakes his head to get rid of the dazed feeling in his head. "Chin? Yeah, sure. Give me the address I'll meet you there. Yep, see you in ten." Danny stares at this phone. Has he been that much out? He's forgotten about work completely since he has set foot in Steve's green world. Unbelievable.

"I gotta go," Danny points at his cell, "we've got a case." He could really need a break to get his head straight again.

"Sure," is all Steve answers.

The world is too loud after the reverent moments in the garden even if grief and loss have been woven into the open space between words and glances. It's was so exceptional Danny has nothing more to say. He has no idea how to catalog this afternoon with Steve. He's overwhelmed. He's glad Chin called with a case. He needs some time alone.  And there's more he doesn't know how to deal with. Steve tries to disguise he's not staring at Danny's chest or how his eyes stealthily crawl back up to his lips. This throws Danny even more.

Danny curls his fingers around the steering wheel. He lowers the window and braces his elbow on the frame of the open window. Steve walks over to him. He's still wearing the same tank top and jeans. The dirt on his clothes gives him a wild, untamed look. Steve doesn't seem to care how he looks. Danny can't take the smooth shift of strong muscles beneath sun-tanned skin any longer without losing control. He wants to touch and to smell with closed eyes like the primal side of his masculinity screams at him.

Steve bends down, one hand on the roof of the car the other still in the front pocket. He meets Danny's eyes head-on. "Raincheck on lunch?"

Danny holds Steve's piercing look. He nods brusquely, "raincheck on lunch."

And then nothing. Two men breathing and staring. Danny's stomach is heavy with suppressed emotions and the wish to yank himself free from the strong pull Steve's presence has on him.

"Do you make me say it?" Steve's jawline is sharp, his lips a thin line.

"Say what?" Danny breathes. He sweats in places he can't stand when it's not during sex.

Steve stretches to his full height and taps the roof of the car with his palm. "How can I reach you? Care to give me your number?"

Danny feels like the world's biggest dork. What did he expect? A kiss? And crazy SEAL stunt to yank him out of the car into Steve's massive arms? God, it's time for him to hit the road. "Sure yeah, it's 808-925-1717. Sorry, I've nothing to write it down –"

"I got it." Steve steps away from the car.

"Okayyy?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, see you. Bye." Danny turns the key and rolls off Steve's property. He watches in the rear mirror how Steve's figure gets smaller. He stands and waits and watches after Danny's car. He misses Steve's face the moment he can't see it anymore. The shape of Steve's body and the way he chews at his bottom lip is something he already wants in his life.

Steve watches Danny leave. He stands in the dark long after the Camaro's taillights have vanished between the thick green. He can't move. His chest is wide open. He feels the surf hitting the shore even if miles away. Sea means comfort and calmness. He's one with the water's movements. It's what carries him through hard times.

His fingers twitch. They feel empty. The front of his abs burns with the memory of arm muscles. Muscles hard as a rock. Steve closes his eyes and waits until the inner struggle ebbs away, giving space to numbness and a softer shade of despair. Every evening by nightfall he undergoes the same procedure: senseless questions shoot holes in his brain. What the fuck should he do with his life? How to move on? Where to start?

The night seems lighter today. He listens and thinks the wind carries the faint sound of an engine over to him. He imagines how Danny guns the engine to get to his task, his purpose, his job. And all Steve has is too much time at hand he cannot make pass faster.

Danny.

Steve vividly remembers the phone call he had with Kamekona when his friend told him about Danny. He was so angry he couldn't see straight. His fear and the fury made him almost spit fire. Kame made a decision without his consent. He was so sorry afterward, ashamed of how he lost it. He hung his head and sincerely apologized for his choice of words on the phone.

"Why are you calling again, Kame? You waste your time. I said already 'no' the first time. I don't want – no, YOU listen, man. I'm not interested! Fuck! How many times do you make me say it? Get it into your thick, stubborn head! It's a fucking NO from me!"

"We've agreed on the no-yelling, brah. It's time, dude. Sell your flowers, make some nice money. You could easily reforest the entire island with the crazy number of green you've stashed in your garden, brah. Wassup, man? Go for it, Mary's with me on this one. Time to learn to move on. Open a shop, go business, go big, dude. Get to know people."

"Don't you dare to drag Mary into this and don't try to sugarcoat it, Kamekona. It's still a huge NO. Don't – "

"He's good for you, brah."

"I don't want to sell my flowers to an arrogant haole, a freaking detective –"

"You don't even know him, man. You're a haole, too, buddy."

"We went to the same high school, Kame. What the fuck, man? I grew up here. It's MY island, too! And no, no, NO! I do NOT sell my babies to any-fucking-body! You got that, big guy? What does this haole even know?"   

"He's different –" 

"I don't care, Kame! Not happening! Not HPD, not the Governor, not the Queen of goddamn England – I don't fucking care! I don't sell my plants! And I don't want a stupid shop either. Stop pushing, you only get me angry." 

"Stop with the yelling already. Don't make me use keiki-talk, Steve-brah. Danny's good for you. He's a haole, yeah, but he's just the right person –"   

"What the hell is wrong with you? Got food poisoning? What's this bullshit all about? You hit your head one too many times, man. He's a white boy from the mainland, Kamekona. Jesus fucking Christ! Do you even hear yourself, huh? You, of all people, YOU want to send a stranger from fucking New Jersey over to my secret place?"    

"Yeah."   

"I don't need people, Kame, I need to be left the FUCK alone. No, I don't want him here."    

"Kawika feels it too. C'mon, Steve –"    

"Don't mess with me. I'm in no mood to be messed with. Shit! I don't need this spiritual crap from you guys about having a sixth sense. I'll drop by and blow up your fucking truck if you don't spit it out why THE HELL I need to sell my flowers to an arrogant cop I don't even fucking know!"   

"I dunno if he's arrogant but Danny's solid soulmate material." 

"You – I can't even. What the hell? Soulmate? My Ass. Are you fucking kidding me? I can't believe the ridiculous shit you're telling me, Kame. That one is even super low for you. Go fuck yourself."  

Steve remembers how he screamed into the phone. He was so close to driving over to murder his friend and to bury his body somewhere on the island. He almost burst at the seams with fury but most of all he was ashamed to lose it. He so lost it. He wanted to punch this Danny guy in the face the moment he'd pull up to his place.  

"I'm a freak, Kame. Don't you get that?  Messed up to the point of no return. I have fucking panic attacks. I can't sleep and I see stuff I shouldn't. What the ever-loving fuck do you think you're doing by sending me this guy over, huh? I don't believe in fairytales anymore and stupid love stories make me want to puke. I know my limits. You just made me want to punch something so hard my knuckles would break. I'm so goddamn angry I can't see straight. Happy now? You're such an asshole!"  

"You're done, man?"    

"Yeah, I'm done."      

"We Hawai'ians know things, brah. You, Steve, you feel the ocean in your blood. I feel different vibes coming from the stars, just like Kawika or Mamo. We know, brah, we just know. We feel the 'Aina' of the land. She talks to us. Your inner darkness needs light. Danny's light. Don't shot him in the leg, dude. Play nice. Danny's good for you."    

He would never admit it out loud but sometimes, Kame and Kawika scare him a little.   

Steve stays restless for the rest of the night. The fluttering in his stomach worries him the most. He's scared he might skid into another fit. But nothing happens. The strange, strong sensation won't disappear. His stomach kind of does some funny swoops he can't control.    

He lies in bed on his back with his hands spread wide over his nervous abs. His pulse rabbits under his skin. He stares at the ceiling and listens to the sounds of the night. He sees Danny's face when he closes his eyes. He shuts them often just to feel the comfort he can't explain. The revelation hits him hard. His eyes fly open but he stays motionless and just breathes. Steve feels the trickle of sweat running over the temple into his hair.

The label for that odd sensation lies on his tongue. It's so ridiculous he doesn't want to say it out loud. He would have barked a laugh if he was able to move. But he's thunderstruck by the fact that it has caught him off guard. He's been ambushed without realizing it. It's so obvious and so there, it frightens him. He can feel these little fuckers in his stomach. The dawning realization is worth a little anxiety fit.      

Butterflies.     

Steve turns to the side and buries his face in the pillow.    

TBC

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[shyvioletcat]

Firefighter AU: "There's a lot more to you than I had thought"

Well, this is a long one. I really hope it doesn’t disappoint. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me.

Masterlist

~~~~~

Rowan put the bag of lights on the coffee table and pulled some out. Aelin, on the other hand, went to the kitchen using her phone to light the way.

“Would you like a drink? I’ve got some iced tea. I was about to have a glass before the power went out,” Aelin explained indicating to the jug on the bench.

“That sounds nice,” Rowan said as he turned on one of the lanterns and brought another to the kitchen. He lent on the bench as Aelin pulled out some glasses. There were a few beats of painfully awkward silence. This was not going as he had planned. Rowan was inwardly forming his next sentence when Aelin spoke.

“Rowan, about last night,” she sucked in a deep breath and looked away from him as she began to pour the tea into the glasses.

“No please, let me go first,” Rowan said and took in a deep breath of his own. “The woman who met me at the bar, her name is Lyria and she’s my ex.”

“You’re ex?” Aelin asked, one brow raised, but she didn’t look at him and just filled the next glass.

“Yeah,” Rowan said and Aelin looked at him now as she passed him his drink. “Ex-wife.”

Aelin fumbled the glass in the pass, Rowan managed to get it before it smashed to the ground but saving the glass sacrificed his shirt. Aelin gasped then grabbed a tea towel from where it hung on the oven and was frantically trying to soak it up.

“I’m so sorry,” Aelin said, hands pressing on his abs. She seemed to realise exactly what she was doing right in that moment and left the towel to him.

“It’s fine,” Rowan said as he took over trying to soak up some of the tea while Aelin poured him another glass.

“Just… ex-wife was a little bit of a shock.” This time Aelin slid the glass along the bench. “Go home and change.”

Rowan shook his head. “I think I’d rather just get this out.”

Aelin took a sip of her drink and nodded. Rowan made for the couch and Aelin followed him and sat down just as he did. Close but, but not close enough to touch.

“We were high school sweethearts. All the cliches you can imagine, that was us. Anyway, we were young and stupid. Lyria got pregnant just after we graduated and her parents were old fashioned and fairly religious, so they flipped out pretty hard when they found out. So, I thought I’d do the right thing by her and proposed. It was a very quick engagement, we got married as soon as we could. Then just after we got married Lyria miscarried, we’d done everything so quickly that it was still very early, not even four months. But it was still very hard on the both of us, we’d imagined a life together and then it was gone.”

“I’m sorry,” Aelin said quietly.

Rowan shrugged. “It was for the best. We realised we’d only got married for the baby and that really we weren’t right for each other in the long run. We divorced just before our first anniversary, but we’ve stayed good friends. She texted me Thursday night, just after I finished talking to you, saying she was passing through Orynth and wanted to catch up with me and the boys.” Aelin gave him a questioning look. “Over the years she’s became friends them.”

“Oh,” Aelin said as she put her glass down on the coffee table. “So that’s where you went, to see them at work.”

“Yeah, she didn’t know her way around town so I told her to meet me at the bar and then we’d go from there.” Rowan said, then it was silent again. “I meant to tell you about Lyria earlier. It just never really came up. And I have to admit that you are very distracting.”

Aelin looked at him, a coy smile on her face. “Is that all I am?”

Rowan looked at Aelin, his eyes connecting with hers.

“No,” Rowan said quietly, he put his glass on the coffee table next to Aelin’s then he reached out to tuck Aelin’s hair behind her ear. Aelin’s eyes tracked the movements. “You are beautiful, intelligent, with a wicked sense of humour. There’s a lot more to you than I thought.”

Aelin shifted closer, “Beautiful, hmm?”

Rowan huffed a small laugh, of course that was the thing Aelin had chosen to focus on. “And crude and obnoxious, and you probably have the most vanity of anyone I’ve ever met.”

Aelin laughed and Rowan would be happy if it was the last thing he’d ever heard, it made him feel alive and he wanted to do everything that he could to hear it over and over again. He was utterly mesmerised by her.

The only thing that distracted him was the damp shirt clinging to his chest and stomach.

“I should head home and clean up.”

He stood and started to move towards the door. He didn’t want to go, but he also didn’t want to sit around in a wet shirt either.

“Wait,” was all Aelin said as she too got up from the couch and then dashed off to her bedroom, her robe trailing after her.

Rowan did as she asked, stopping by the door. She came out of the bedroom holding something and in the dim lights he couldn’t tell what it was. It wasn’t until she was right in front of him and handing him something that he realised what it was. His grey T-shirt. He’d been wondering where it had got too.

“Thanks,” Rowan said.

Then without even thinking he took off his damp shirt, using the dry parts to wipe away any of the remaining moisture from himself. As he slipped on his T-shirt Aelin had given him he realised that it smelled like her, a citrusy, floral scent. She had been wearing it. The scent was too strong for it to be anything else. The realisation hit him so hard he paused, his fingers fumbling as he pulled on the hem of his shirt. Once he had it on he saw that Aelin hadn’t moved. She stood there in front of him, drinking him in. The sleeve of her robe had fallen off her shoulder revealing the strap of her nightgown. Her gold nightgown.

The gravity of Rowan’s universe shifted, his entire focus centring on Aelin as she took one, then two steps towards him, her hand coming between them and resting on his chest.

“Don’t go.”

~~~~~

When Rowan had said he was leaving Aelin had panicked. She didn’t want Rowan to leave, gods she wanted him to stay so bad her stomach was sinking just at the thought of him leaving her. So she’d given him the stolen T-shirt. She was loathe to part with it but if it kept Rowan in her apartment she’d gladly make the sacrifice.

The Rowan had stripped off right there in front on her, his perfectly chiselled torso right there in front of her. Any restraint Aelin had burned away, her desire for him like a flame under a rope scorching away each thread until she snapped. He wasn’t leaving, not if Aelin could help it. She’d crossed that distance between them and lay her had on his chest. She didn’t know if the thudding she felt was his heart or her own pulse pounding in her body.

“Don’t go.”

Rowan looked down at her, his expression unreadable.

“Why?” Rowan asked.

“Because I don’t want you to,” she said to him.

Aelin stepped closer, not touching but close enough she could feel the heat radiating off Rowan’s body.

“Why?” He said again, his voice a near growl. But Rowan knew exactly why because it was his hands tugging at the tie of her robe.

Aelin let him. Then she let the robe fall open as Rowan gently brushed it aside so he could see what she wore beneath it. So slowly, Rowan took her in, taking his time to look at her until his eyes met hers.

“Is it because you want me to be your snack?” Rowan eyes glinted with mischief, and his lips quirked into an arrogant smirk.

“You bast —“

Aelin didn’t get to finish her insult because Rowan’s lips crashed onto hers, silencing her so effectively. His hands immediately went to her waist, tugging her flush against him. Her hand remained on his chest while the other slid over his shoulder and up his neck pushing his mouth harder against hers. This… this was unlike anything she had experienced before.

It was as if the all those matches they had been striking these weeks had finally sparked and now Aelin was deliciously burning. Everywhere Rowan touched her was sparking beneath his touch, every shift of his hands, his lips, Aelin thought she might die from it as she burned like a wildfire. He spun them so that she was now pinned against the door, the damned door that brought them together all those weeks ago. It was like ice against her back and the sensation made her gasp. Rowan took that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Too much, it was all too much and it had Aelin losing all sense as she moaned into his mouth. The sound seemed to be his unleashing and his hands slid down from her waist to her thighs and he lifted her up. Aelin laughed as he did, Rowan’s lips exploring her neck.

“Rowan,” her voice a soft and breathy sound.

Rowan looked up at her, his gaze soft and his lips softer as he kissed her once, twice, the second lingering.

“Aelin, I…” Then Rowan leaned back and yawned.

Aelin’s brows rose, “I’m trying real hard not to be offended.”

Rowan kissed her again. “As much as I would like this to continue, I’ve only had about three hours of sleep. Someone cancelled our date because I was an godsdamned idiot and I’ve not been able to relax since.”

“I’m glad you see where the blame lies,” Aelin said draping both her arms around Rowans neck. Rowan pinched her thigh, making her hiss. “Fine. I guess I overreacted. I’m free tomorrow though.”

“You sure? No girls day? No work commitments?” Rowan asked.

Aelin smirked. “No dates with other women?”

Rowan laughed and unceremoniously dropped Aelin’s legs from beneath her, but his hands were instantly on her waist, steadying her. “It wasn’t a date, we went through this. Tomorrow, lunch?”

Aelin nodded, with a smile.

Rowan lent in, brushing his nose against hers. Aelin’s eyes fluttered waiting for the kiss but it didn’t come.

Rowan only whispered, “It’s a date.”

~~~~~

Rowan was… he didn’t know what he was. All he knew is that kissing Aelin, touching her, made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He would like nothing more than to sweep her away to her bed and worship her in every way imaginable but his body was betraying him. A long hard week at work and then so little sleep had him feeling as if he wouldn’t last another ten minutes.

He reached for the door handle but Aelin beat him to it.

“Aelin,” he groaned.

“Stay. Please,” Aelin said, looking at him from beneath her lashes. “I promise, no funny business. I want you to be able to keep up with me anyway old man. Just please stay.”

“Old man?” Rowan scoffed. “I’m not that much older than you.”

“Old enough it seems,” Aelin said.

“Maybe I’m just being chivalrous and want to take you on a date before I ravish you,” Rowan said as he leaned in closer, “thoroughly.”

Even in the low light Rowan could see the flush on Aelin’s cheek at the promise. Rowan yawned again and swore.

Aelin tipped her head back and laughed. “Come on.”

She took his hand, leading him to her bedroom. Rowan watched as Aelin slipped off her robe, watching him watch her. Then she slipped beneath her blankets.

“It’s going to be a bit creepy if you stand there staring all night,” Aelin said as she settled onto her pillow.

Rowan took the hint and went around to the other side of the bed and he pulled the sheets back and without hesitation got into bed beside Aelin. They moved almost simultaneously, him reaching for her and Aelin snuggling into his side. She looked up at him and he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

“Good night,” Aelin whispered, leaning her head above his heart.

Rowan just smiled, the sound of the rain lulling him to sleep within moments.

~~~~~

LOOK THEY DID IT! IT HAPPENED! THE SLOWBURNING IS OVER!

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[kamechan98]

Young, Stupid, Broke And Ridiculously Happy

Prompt: “When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.”

Tony sighed for the umpteenth time in the last fifteen minutes and looked down at his watch again. 17:48. A minute had passed since the last time he looked at it. He sighed again and took a sip of his coffee. It was his third cup of coffee and the barista had looked at him a little funny when he had come back for the third time for another one, but Tony just couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d been waiting for hours now and the coffee help his worry, if only a little.

The waiting had already been unbearable ever since Steve had left for 10 months; he had to make it worse by being late? And it wouldn’t be so bad if he was only a few minutes late, like ten minutes or so, and that was including the time it took to get off the plane, get through the arrival terminal and getting his bags. But he was almost thirty-seven minutes late by now and Tony was really getting antsier by the minute.

Sigh and groan.

Another sip of coffee.

Tony had always been told he needed to work on his patience, but considering Tony had been waiting for 10 months for this day to come, dragging it out like this felt really unnecessary, not to mention unbearable. And maybe it was the caffeine or his own inability to stay still for more than a few seconds at a time or a combination of the two, but he was practically vibrating in place and had to fight against himself so wouldn’t start jumping around or run back and forth between here and the gate or something else that would make him like stupid.

Steve had promised that this would be the last time. “One last tour, Tony. One last tour and then I’m here to stay. I promise, just give me these last 10 months and then I’m all yours. I’ll leave the army forever and we’ll build a life and home together. I give you my word.”

Tony had of course not liked this. How could he? Another ten months of his boyfriend putting himself in danger and possibly dying in some morgue in Syria, yeah wasn’t that the dream of every young man in the world? But of course he’d eventually been forced to accept it all and had driven Steve to the airport a few weeks later, followed him to the security check and hugged and kissed him goodbye. It had taken all of Tony’s strength not to break down into a sobbing mess on the floor when Steve had placed his dog tags around Tony’s neck, like he always did before leaving for a tour, and had given him one last kiss before leaving and disappearing into the crowd, leaving Tony to drive home to an empty apartment.

The first few days had been torture and had spent a lot of time in bed, on the couch watching TV or sleeping through his classes at MIT. But eventually he’d been forced to get off his ass and get his life back on track. He went to his classes, got his second PhD at MIT and started to work on getting a third one while also working his part-time job as a car mechanic. He hung out with his friends one occasion, as they graduated all college and started to live their own busy adult lives. He hung out with Rhodey and helped him pick out an engagement ring for Carol and eventually try to propose (she totally beat him to it!), he, Clint, Rhodey, Sam and Thor had their Guys’ Night once a week, either getting drinks at a bar or went bowling or whatever and he bonded with Natasha over having your boyfriend overseas while they were stuck at home not knowing what was happening to their significant other. Though Tony couldn’t help but feel jealous of her, since Bucky was still home had already left the army on account of his amputated arm from his last tour.

The months did pass, if slowly, and he did receive letters from Steve- he was old-fashioned like that- telling him what was going on (as much as he could, anyway) and reassuring him that he was alright and everything was going well. He would tell him how much he loved and missed him, how he couldn’t wait to see him and would give little details or ideas for the future they wanted together.

‘We’d have to take simple jobs for while, obviously, but when we get enough money, we’ll move back to New York. Both of us are born and bred New Yorkers, we both love it there and we could have a really nice- though probably small- apartment in our city.’

‘Imagine a view over Central Park. Obviously that would be years away, even with the best of jobs to offer for kids like us. But a nice penthouse in with view like that, wouldn’t that be something?’

‘How would you feel about getting a dog? Or maybe a cat? I know we haven’t talked much about pets, but I have always wanted a dog, so how would you feel about it?’

‘I know I’ve said it like a thousand times, but God I really want to marry you someday. And I know we don’t have a lot of money right now, but once we do, I’d love to marry you. We’ll have a great wedding and we’ll invite all our friends and family and have a great time. But I really just want to spend the rest of my life with you.’

Tony smiled, just a tad dopily, in the middle of the busy, crowded airport just thinking about those letters with his hand tightly clenching the dog tags around his neck. Steve always had that effect on him, with all his sappiness and lovey-dovey words and promises. And for all of Tony’s big talk of how ridiculous and overly sappy he was and how he needed to stop being so sappy, he really loved it. Maybe it was because of the lack of love his family had showed him over the course of his life, but Steve had always found ways to get through Tony’s tough exterior and the walls he surrounded his heart with, even back when they had first met in grade school and especially after they had started dating in high school.

He had dated other people before Steve, of course he had, but no one had been like Steve. Steve, who was loving, caring and kind and the sweetest and most amazing man on the planet. Steve, who was honest and sincere utterly devoted to Tony and making sure he was happy, either by making Tony coffee every morning before he went to class or making sure he ate and slept somewhat regularly. Steve, who told Tony he loved him every single day and kissed Tony good morning and good night.

Steve had been everything he ever wanted in a boyfriend and more; he was kind and caring, funny, witty and always seemed to be able to make Tony smile. He was one of the few people in the world that could out-stubborn him and wasn’t not afraid to call him on his bullshit or get into arguments- both light-hearted ones and more serious ones- with him and refuse to back down before Tony did or before one of them made a good enough point to prove that the other was wrong. He was also always there to ground Tony whenever he was getting lost in work or just needed to get his head out of his crazy ideas and reined him in when he was being reckless.

And while Steve had started out being skinny and shorter than Tony, he eventually hit a major growth spurt and shot past Tony and grew muscles in places Tony didn’t know had muscles, which not only made him very attractive (not that Tony hadn’t thought he was before, but c’mon, the guy had serious abs and muscles) but also developed a protective streak and would stand up to anyone who tried to hurt or bully Tony. Steve had always been an amazing friend, one of Tony’s best friends ever, but after having asked him out and eventually confessed his feelings, he had become the kind of boyfriend that only seemed to exist in those ‘Relationship Goals’ posts he saw on Instagram. But as sappy and lovey-dovey as Steve was, Tony had fallen head over heels in love with him and knew he never wanted to let go of him.

Howard had blown a gasket over Tony falling for the ‘broke, lowly nobody from Brooklyn’ he had met in grade school and that had been the point where he really wanted to disown Tony, which he eventually did once Tony went to college, moved into a small apartment with Steve and made it very clear he wasn’t going to do whatever Howard wanted him to do with his life, i.e. take over Stark Industries and make weapons like him. Tony, however, had never let that bother him too much. He was young and in love and who was Howard to tell him to live his life anyway? Steve was the best thing that had ever happened to him and Tony would be the biggest moron on this side of the universe if he ever let him go. Jarvis had told him on the day he had graduated college, after Steve had hugged him and kissed him and told him how proud he was of him, that “finding someone as loving, devoted and loyal this is a rare, once in a blue moon occurrence, especially at your age. Don’t waste it, Young sir.” And it was a piece of advice that he was very happy to follow, even three years later.

Tony smiled again, his eyes getting a little wet with emotion and still clutching those dog tags very tightly, when a voice broke through his thoughts, making his head jerk up and his breath got stuck in his throat.

“Tony!”

Finally.

Steve was coming in through the gates, running as fast as he could with all the people around him, more or less shoving people aside when he couldn’t run around them. He was looking around the airport, clearly looking for someone; his face was a mix of eager impatience and held back anticipation.

“Tony!”

Steve. Steve was here, alive and whole and all right.

He was finally home.

Tony was running before he even fully realized he was moving at all. He bumped into some guy, the half-full take-away cup of coffee flying out of his hand and onto the floor and he almost slipped in the puddle of coffee as he ran faster. He heard somewhere behind him someone yelling at him for making a mess, but he couldn’t care less, because Steve was home and he was here, only a few feet away from him and fuck it if Tony was gonna waste another second waiting any longer. He cried out “Steve!” but just that second there was an announcement over the loudspeakers, which kinda drowned out his voice.

Steve must’ve heard the yell however, or spotted Tony moving, because he finally turned in his direction and the smile that spread across his face threatened to split his face in two. He threw his bags down and started running too and before Tony’s brain could fully process it all, he threw his arms around Steve, wrapped his arms tightly around Steve’s neck and pressed his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and letting tears of relief and happiness fall, the weight that he had been carrying around for a whole year now finally lifting and disappearing.

“Steve.” He whispered into his boyfriend’s neck, only barely keeping his sobs at bay, though when he heard, and felt, that Steve was also struggling to hold back his own tears it felt a little easier to release them.

“Tony.” Steve whispered back into Tony’s hair, his grip around Tony tightening and Tony gasped a little when he was suddenly lifted of floor and spun around like a girl in a romantic movie. He tightened his grip around Steve as he was spun around, more out of instinct than anything else, but whatever. The closer he could be to Steve right now the better.

“You’re here. You’re home. Oh my god, Steve, I’ve missed you so much!” Tony could barely speak through the tears and sobs, but he managed to rein them in enough to be at least somewhat understood while still crying. Though, given how Steve was shaking about as much as Tony was at the moment, he probably couldn’t talk much more than Tony at the moment.

Steve drew a shaky breath and sniffled loudly before finally talking. “Yeah, I’m here now. I’m home, oh Tony, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He gently put Tony back down on the ground but pressed him close up to his chest, burying his face in Tony’s hair.

Tony sniffed and nuzzled his face into Steve’s shirt, wiping tears and snot on the fabric and finding himself unable to care in the slightest. “I’m not letting you leave again. You’re not gonna go anywhere near that shit again, you’re gonna stay right here with me forever from now on, do you hear me? That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order Soldier.”

Steve huffed a wet laugh and pressed his cheek against Tony’s head, his arms tightening around him, so much that it kinda hurt and made it a little hard to breathe. But, again, whatever, Tony could take it. He and Steve hadn’t seen each other for a whole year; he would take it all the attention and love Steve had to give him.

“Well, I guess I have my orders, General Stark. And trust me, I have no intentions of ever letting you go, ever again. I thought I made that clear when we were still in high school.”

Tony chuckled and pressed a kiss on Steve’s throat before gently pulling away to get a better look of him. Steve tried to keep him close, gently trying to push him back into his chest, but Tony eventually managed to pull back enough to get a good look of his boyfriend.

Steve was dressed in his army uniform, sans the hat, his blonde hair was a shaggy and messy and he had grown a scruffy beard in the time he had been gone. He had no visible injuries, bruises or abrasions on his person and though he looked a bit skinner than he had been since Tony last saw him, he looked fairly alright considering the circumstances, aside from his eyes and face being wet and red with tears.

Tony smiled widely and raised his hands to Steve’s face, gently stroking the apples of his cheeks and tried to wipe away his tears- though that turned out to be rather futile as more tears just kept coming anyway- which made Steve’s smile widen back at him and put his own hands over Tony’s as he leaned into his touch, squeezing them tightly and pressing them to his face.

It almost looked like Steve was trying to convince himself that he was finally home and with his boyfriend again just as much as Tony was.

Tony chuckled softy, stood on his toes to kiss Steve’s nose and then buried his fingers in Steve’s beard. “Okay, some real talk here, babe, what the hell is this? Do they not let you shave in Syria? Or are we trying to be the next Robinson Crusoe?

Steve laughed softly and squeezed Tony’s wrists, blinking away the remaining tears from his eyes. “No, no, they do. I guess I’ve just been busy thinking about other stuff to bother with things like shaving.”

Tony smiled teasingly at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Steve smiled down at him with such adoration and unquestionable love that it made Tony’s stomach drop and his heart stutter and he almost teared up again. He gently let go of Tony’s wrists and reached out one hand towards Tony’s face, gently stroking his knuckles over his cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Making it home to you.” He placed a kiss on Tony’s forehead. “I meant what I said before, you know. I’m here to stay, Tony, for as long as you’ll have me. You have to know that I adore you and I want to spend forever with you. I’m done leaving you behind for these missions, I promise. From today, I’m done. It’ll be just you and me from now on, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than anything in my life.” Tony wanted to say, but he couldn’t get the words out. His tongue was frozen in his mouth and he couldn’t get it to work for him.

Steve continued with a soft smile, but he also looked… well, kinda emotional. He let go of Tony’s face and took his hands, holding them tightly. “Tony, you know I mean it, right? I adore you, Tony. I love everything about you and don’t ever want us to be apart for this long ever again.”

He paused and looked down at the floor, suddenly looking smaller and not quite as confident as he usually did.

“I know my degree doesn’t count for much. There’s limited jobs for people with an Art’s Degree and I don’t have much as it is. I have absolutely nothing to offer you that is up to the standards that you are used to, but if you let me, I’ll do everything I can make sure to treat you to everything I can, especially after everything I’ve put you through with my tours and work in the army. Not to mention how your asshole father has treated you throughout your life. You deserve to be treated like a prince and I’ll dedicate my life to make sure you get everything you deserve.”

“Steve…” Tony’s mouth was suddenly dry as a dessert and he could barely move or talk, only stare up at his boyfriend.

Steve smiled and placed one hand over Tony’s cheek, stroking his thumb under Tony’s eye. “I mean it, sweetheart. You’ve had such a rough life and you’ve still turned out an amazing man. You’re smart, kind, brave, generous, funny and you’ve worked so hard to get where you are today and I’m so proud of you and to be your boyfriend. And I know we’re young and stupid and just a bit above broke, but I don’t care, I want you now and forever. I’ve thinking a lot of this and when I picture myself happy…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on Tony’s mouth. “It’s with you.”

Tears were falling from Tony’s eyes by this point and he was just barely holding back his sobs and his smile was so big it physically hurt. He sniffed and tried to snark back at Steve but it didn’t come out quite as snarky as he had wanted and more like a sob.

“Man Rogers, you can’t keep giving me this much sap, you’ll give me cavities.” Not his best line, but it was the best he could deliver considering the circumstances.

Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Well, I’ll buy you a new toothbrush and toothpaste before we get home then. But before that, I have something I have to ask.” He squeezed the hand he was still holding before letting go and taking a small step back.

And then he got down on one knee.

Tony was vaguely aware of gasps of shock and anticipation from the crowd of people around them but he was stuck staring at Steve with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open, his hands flying up to cover his wide open mouth. Steve took out a small, black box from his pocket, popped it open and revealed a ring. It was fairly modest ring, nothing too extravagant or fancy, just simple golden band and a small diamond at the center.

It was the most beautiful ring Tony had ever seen.

Steve smiled widely up at him. “Tony Stark, you are the love of my life and I want you to be my partner in everything. Will you marry me?”

‘Oh my God.’ That was the only thing going through his mind at the moment. ‘He’s proposing. He’s actually fucking proposing to me!’

Tony hadn’t given marriage too much thought since before dating Steve, and even then it wasn’t until their relationship had started to become serious. But after having talked to Steve about it, after having read Steve’s letters and how much he loved him and that he really wanted to spend the rest of his earthly days with him.

And God, if it wasn’t everything Tony had ever wanted.

Tony was nodding with happy tears running down his face, saying “Yes, yes, yes!” over and over again before running up to Steve and throwing himself around his neck again. Steve wrapped his arms tightly around Tony before lifting him off his feet again and spinning him around. He heard cheers and applause around them, but paid them no heed; the only thing going through his head at the moment was ‘Oh My God, Steve Rogers just asked me to fucking marry him!’

Steve pressed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, arms tightly wrapped around his waist spinning him around for a good minute before putting Tony down on his feet again, though Tony still had his arms around Steve’s neck and Steve placed his hands on his hips. He had a big, blinding smile and tears in his eyes.

He chuckled disbelievingly. “21 years old, son of one of the biggest minds and business men of the last century and has enough brains and passion to revolutionize the world one day, and you’d settle for a broke, art graduate and soldier from Brooklyn? One day you’ll have the entire world at your feet, able to take your pick, and you still choose me.” He pressed his forehead to Tony’s. “You still want me.”

Tony tried to smirk, but it looked less cocky and confident and more wide and joyous and tearful. “Steve, babe, two things: First, this is not me ‘settling’ for you. I have dated several people before you and no one has ever been as good to me as you. Even Pepper, bless her heart, had a rocky time with all of my broken parts and ugly history. Sure, maybe ten years from now I will be successful and rich and have a big house and ten cars or whatever, but no one in the world could ever be better to me than you.”

Steve’s smile widened and a few more tears fell down his cheek and Tony raised his hands to his face, gently wiping them away. “And two, how long have we been friends? Fifteen years? You have always been the best friend I could ever ask for, even before you asked me on a date, or confessed you loved me. You’ve looked after me when I was in trouble; let me cry on your shoulder after fights with my dad or when a boyfriend or girlfriend turned out to be a bust. And you’ve always been there for me to rein me in when I get lost in work or school or when I’m just being stupid, when I’m being an asshole or when I just need to get my head out of my ass. You have always been there for me, even before I was a genius and dad tried to exploit it.”

Tony smiled and had to clear his throat so his sobs wouldn’t make his voice crack. He stroked one hand over Steve’s bearded cheek. “So what kind of idiot would I be to let go of the best thing that ever happened to me?”

Steve’s eyes were overfilled with tears at this point and Tony pressed a kiss on his nose, leaning in close to his ear. “Now, let’s go home. We’ll pick up pizza on the way home.” He slowly started to pull away, but Steve grabbed his hand before he got too far away.

“Of course, but first,” He took the ring out of the box and gently put it on Tony’s ring finger. Tony gently pulled his hand out of Steve’s grip to get a closer look at it, and now that he wasn’t in complete surprise by Steve proposing and he got a closer look at it, he recognized it very quickly.

“Steve, this is your mom’s ring!” Steve smiled widely and placed his arms around Tony’s waist.

“Yes it is. She gave it to me when I told her I wanted to ask you to marry me. I had to go and have it a bit adjusted so it would fit your finger, but other than that it the exact same ring.” He blushed a little and rubbed the back of his head. “I… heh, carried it with me everywhere while in Syria. For motivation, I guess. I figured if I kept carrying it around with me it would help me remember what I had back home. That I had the love of my life waiting for me back home and I really, really wanted to marry him.”

Tony smiled and huffed a small laugh, a few tears forming in his eyes before blinking them away. “Yeah? And how did that work for you?”

Steve smirked and shrugged lightly. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’d say it worked out just great for me. Especially since I have you know.” He placed his arm around Tony’s shoulders and hugged him close, letting Tony rest his head in the crook of his neck.

Tony ran a finger over the golden band and the diamond and then looked up at Steve again. He smiled softly at him, and then he smirked and hip checked Steve in the side. “You realize that if dad ever finds out about this he’ll skin you alive, chop your balls off and turn them into Christmas ornaments, right? He hates your guts, probably blames you for my decision to turn my back on the company.”

Steve smirked back but there was a dangerous fire in his blue eyes. “Yeah I know, but fuck Howard Stark, I’m not afraid of him. If he has anything to say about our engagement or relationship he can say it to my face. If he has the balls that is.”

Steve smiled and his eyes softened, placing both hands on Tony’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes, his eyes are full of sincerity and love. “Tony, you shouldn’t think too much about Howard and what he’ll think. I have never cared about his opinion; I hate him just as much as he hates me. But I love you and I want you, and if that means I have to deal with him being a dick about it, I’ll gladly deal with that.” He lifted one hand and stroke it over Tony’s cheek. “I love you enough to handle anything. I’ve seen war at this point, I doubt there’s anything Howard Stark can say or do to keep us apart or make me stop loving you.”

Tony’s mouth was open, eyes wide and started to fill with tears again, but he started to blink, hoping to kill them before they could fall and he chuckled. “Fuck you, Rogers. You’ve made me cry like five times in less than thirty minutes today, you fucking asshole. I should give you the ring right back for making me this emotional today, you know I hate feelings.”

Steve laughed fondly and gently stroke his hand through Tony’s hair, pressing a light kiss to his temple. “Oh? Well, I guess I’ll have to change your mind then. How about I buy us some dinner, you pick a movie and we’ll have a nice long night together. And over the weekend, we’ll have some fun. You choose what we do, for the whole weekend, no work or anything like that. Just you and me, what do you say?”

Tony smiled teasingly and bumped his shoulder against Steve’s arm. “Well, I guess that’s a good start.”

Steve smirked and then crouched down a little, one arm around Tony’s shoulders, but when he tried to place his arm around the back of Tony’s knees, Tony stepped away and smiled.

“Uh, not that I’m against what you’re thinking at the moment, but don’t you think you need both hands for your bags?” Steve blinked, a bit surprised and looked back over his shoulders at the bags he had dumped on the floor. Then he looked back at Tony and then he stubbornly set his jaw and a determined look formed on his face and he quickly stomped over to the bags. He swung one of them across his back and then walked over to Tony with the other bag, a slightly smaller duffle bag, and had a mischievous spark in his eyes and dumped it in Tony’s arms.

“Hey, hold this for me, doll?” Tony took the bag, a bit surprised, but before he could respond, Steve grabbed him around the shoulders and knees again and swept him in his arms. Tony gasped a little and clutched the bag tightly to his chest (it wasn’t heavy, probably just some clothes and personal items) before laughing and hiding his face in Steve’s neck as he started to walk towards the doors.

“Steve, people are looking!” Not that Tony actually minded that people looked, they could stare all they wanted for all he cared, but he still couldn’t help flushing at Steve’s very open affections for him. PDA got nothing on Steve Rogers.

Steve grinned and rested his cheek against Tony’s hair, pressing a kiss against his forehead. His grip around Tony tightened slightly and adjusted his grip a little, so Tony could rest his head against his shoulder. “Let them look. I have been waiting to hold you and kiss you again for ten fucking months, so you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go ever again.”

Tony shook his head with a small laugh before letting himself relax and rest against Steve’s body, pressing his lips to Steve’s neck. He suddenly felt drained of all energy after all the emotion that he’d gone through just now and was now more than okay with Steve carrying him out of the airport and to the car so they could go home.

They’d probably stop by the pizza place on the way home, or they’d order for delivery when they got home. They’d pick a movie to watch while eating but eventually start to pay more attention to each other than the movie. Steve would pull him close and hold him throughout the whole night, even when they would need to go to bed. Tony would cling onto Steve too, making sure to himself that he was actually home and this wasn’t some kind of dream. He’d probably finger on the engagement ring on his finger to make sure that was real too, because it still felt like a dream.

The whole weekend would probably be much of the same, but really, Tony was more than fine with that. Steve was here too stay forever now, away from the army and had asked him to marry him.

They could spare a few days to celebrate this before going back to real life.

Tony sighed and nuzzled his face into Steve’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I love you.”

He didn’t see Steve’s face but he heard him chuckle fondly and held him a little tighter and kissed his hair. “I love you too, Tony.”

[hyunnielix]

Gods & Monsters | 2.

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: The glitz and glamour of the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle wasn’t always pretty. Bucky knew this firsthand. He craved a life where he wasn’t completely dependant on alcohol and drugs. They kept him numb, which is exactly what he needed. His world is turned upside down when a charismatic, struggling young artist with a pretty face comes along. Was she meant to be his salvation?

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Swearing, Angst, Fluff? UNEDITED

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,478

Series Masterlist

        Get into a fake bar fight

While I'm walking down the avenue

      Two; Alleyways & Accidents

Days had passed since your small interaction with that man, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He kept intrusively disrupting your thoughts. 

Walking back to your apartment from your studio late at night in Brooklyn was probably the most ignorant thing you’d ever done. The crime rate in your hometown was astoundingly high. You’d found yourself questioning things more than usual and wondering what would happen if you were to step outside of your comfort zone and take risks so here you were.

You blamed your reckless behaviour on him, although you needed an outlet for your frustration this was not how to appropriately handle it. The chilling air sent tingles up your spine as you attempted to warm your bare arms. Iridescent light shone onto the ground from the ethereal moon that hung in the sky helping you see where you were putting your feet. 

Shattering glass from a passing alleyway made your chest clench in fear. It didn’t help that the street light near you was flickering. Putting on a brave face you decided to figure out what caused the noise. Crossing the eerie road, you slowed your breathing down to pinpoint the sounds. 

A part of your mind screamed at you to leave, the possibility of them being just another mugger was outweighing the probability of them being someone who needed assistance.      

“Why am I such a fuck up?” a groan echoed through the alley as you pressed yourself up against the brick wall next to the opening listening further. 

“Not good enough, never good enough, why am I never good enough?” the anger that radiated from the projection of what you could only assume was a man’s voice caused your curiosity to grow. You felt a vibration through the wall which definitely caught your attention, realising he’d definitely punched it. 

“I don’t w-want to do t-this anymore.” Your heart broke as you heard the voice crack softly, the sniffling alerted you that the stranger was trying to prevent crying. 

Turning around the corner, you began approaching what you could barely make out as a body slumped up against a couple of wooden boxes. A smashed bottle of vodka lay strewn about on the asphalt before him.

“Hey,” Your voice came out weak and shaky as you approached him cautiously, mindful of the glass that surrounded you. The stranger stood up shakily and moved slowly into the light, silver metal was glimmering in the light. You stepped back slightly as you saw the reflection of a red star. His arm was completely robotic which took you by surprise. That would explain the crumbled bricks behind him. 

You recognized his face immediately; those remarkable blue eyes were almost impossible to forget. They were now glossed over with tears, streaks of them down his flushed cheeks. Your eyes lingered on his body, noticing a red substance dripping from his lip and two shallow gashes decorating his torso. 

“I know you.” He slurred his words a bit, furrowing his brows and pointing at your sternum forcefully. He reeked of liquor, scrunching your nose up at the smell you nodded slowly. 

“You’re bleeding,” You stated dumbfoundedly, reaching out to touch around the ripped parts of his blood-soaked shirt assessing the damage, thank god you took a first aid course. It would be easy to patch up if only you could get him home in time before an infection decided to reside in the fresh open wounds. 

“s’alright, the pain feels good,” His hazed state caused you to worry, unfortunately, the lighting wasn’t ideal for checking his pupils. 

“I’m not leaving you like this,” You insisted, wrapping your hand around his wrist stubbornly attempting to drag him out of the alleyway but he wouldn't budge. 

“I don’t need your help!” He barked at you, forcefully removing your hand from him and holding it in a restricting position with his metal arm. You let out a small squeak of pain and noticeably flinched at his act of aggression.

“I don’t care,” You gritted your teeth, pulling away from him as his grip loosened realizing what he’d done. He mumbled something under his breath before nodding, attempting to keep his tired eyes from drooping.

“Lean on me.” You directed him, hesitantly placing his metal arm around your shoulder the cool contrast on your warm skin causing tiny goosebumps to arise. Your wrist was now thumping, you knew it needed ice otherwise it was going to bruise. He relaxed into your side beginning to move his feet in rhythm with yours. 

The walk back to your apartment was painful, his disgruntled groans made you feel worse about the situation at hand. You were attempting to hold up his weight as you jingled your keys, pushing them into the lock and twisting to unlock the door. 

“Go sit on the sofa lounge, if you can make it that far.” He obeyed your commands, dragging himself over to the seats as you slipped into the kitchen. You began to rummage through the cupboards and shelves collecting products like disinfectant, bandages and a small flannelette towel. 

When you returned to your living room he was moving restlessly against the couch, trying to get comfortable while he was quite literally bleeding out. Kneeling in front of him, you placed the first aid items down onto the tiles. He hissed in agony when he attempted to tug the hem of his shirt upwards towards his face to pull it off.

“Here, let me,” You softly whispered, standing as he leant back you gently tugged it off him. You tried your best not to stare at the outline of his toned abs as you took the flannel in your hand, dousing it in some disinfectant. You waited patiently for him to lie down completely against the lounge. 

“This is going to hurt a bit.” You commented, pressing it against the open wound near his ribcage to prevent excess bleeding and to hopefully clot it. His jaw clenched and eyes fluttered shut but he refused to let out a sound, instead, his flesh hand grabbed yours so he could squeeze it. A sigh slipped past your lips as your eyes glazed over the tiny scars that littered his left shoulder connecting it to his metal appendage. 

“I assumed you’d be a little more talkative while under the influence,” You commented, the amusement you found out of his silence was cruel, but you meant it in a playful manner. 

“I can’t trust my own mind.” He responded through gritted teeth, the alcohol had begun to wear off, but his blown pupils were still dilated. Moving the towel over his skin, you pressed it to the next gash that was near his lower stomach. He squeezed your hand once again, which made you furrow your brows. 

Those five words awestruck you, did he mean in general or just in this moment of time? You’d interrogate him in the morning, that is if he doesn’t leave before then. 

“They’re gonna be looking for me,” His statement was vague, but you didn’t expect him to elaborate, his trademark seemed to the mystery shrouding his lifestyle and him.

“Whoever is, you’ll be safe here at least for tonight.” You promised him, removing the flannel and collecting the bandages, you’d have to wrap and tuck it in such a way it would cover both of the gashes. He nodded, leaning his head back as you picked up the thin fabric and safety pin.

“You’ll probably need to get those properly checked out, I’ve done the bare minimum but if you look after them, they shouldn’t get infected.” You informed the stranger after you’d patched him up the best you could, securing a safety pin to keep it in place.

He sat up again as you stood up, noticing his lip was still inflamed and the bleeding had only just had subsided. You gestured for him to tilt his head up so you could swipe a clean part of the flannel against his lip, collecting the red substance that had now dried.

“I’ll get you a shirt and then you rest okay?” Not hearing a reply back, you assumed he would comply without any arguments.

By the time you’d grabbed one of your ex’s old shirts and a blanket, he was fast asleep. Walking around the sofa, you carefully propped his head up on some pillows and draped the blanket over his body to keep him warm. Brushing a piece of stray hair out of his face, you admired him sleeping as soft snores left his mouth. The corners of your lips upturned into a small smile.

You didn’t know what he’d been through but if this was just the beginning of it then he needed protection. He was just a mere stranger, yet he had managed to captivate you in less than twenty-four hours.

[pocminiseries]

Body Smile

pairing: Park Jimin x OC

genre: smut, romance, fanfiction, interracial

warnings: mature themes, explicit language, 18+ content, etc.

synopsis: He was no longer the boy she had grew up falling in love with.

____

CAM.

Prologue.

Six hours.

That's how long she had been studying for her final exams. She sighed loudly, closing her notes and allowed herself to have a mini break. A soft moan passed through her lips as she stretched in her desk chair and sunk back against the soft leather that has molded around her shapely frame.

Taking a swig of her now slightly warm sweet tea, she opened her MacBook Pro and decided to check her emails that her professors had sent of her current grades. 

The last thing Aliyah wanted to be in college was a bum. Unlike most of her peers, she actually wanted to make something for herself once she graduated.

Just as she was about to read an email, her imessage began to go with an incoming facetime call from her best friend. "Yessss." Aliyah answered in a singing manner once she hit accept.

"Aww, you didn't have to dress all sexy for me mami." Hazel smirked playfully, her wild mane of blonde curls framing her pretty face perfectly.

Aliyah looked down at her Super Saiyan Goku shirt and electric blue lace panties before shaking her head. "Shut up." Even with her rich russet skin tone, Hazel still managed to see a hint of red grace Aliyah's cheeks. Hazel always thought it was cute how shy she easily became when anyone flirted or even gave her a compliment.

"Let me guess, studying?" 

"Finals are in two days, Haze. You should be studying too." While Aliyah was well aware of how much of a nerd she can be, it has somewhat rubbed off on her friends. She just wanted to see the crew succeed.

Hazel made a "duh" face, rolling her eyes dramatically. "And I have, I promise. I'm as ready as I'll ever be thanks to you constantly reminding me every chance you got." Which she appreciated nonetheless because she knew to have real friends around her mattered.

"You'll thank me once we're walking across the stage to get our degrees." Aliyah reminded her. "And I'll be three hundred dollars richer too, don't forget that."

Aliyah's loud laugh filled her room from the way Hazel looked at her. Clearly, she must've thought that their bet that they made freshman year had been forgotten. Nah. "But I was just playing when I said that. We're in college bestie."

Aliayh looked away for a second then back at Hazel. "So?"

"Sooo, that means I'm broke bitch." 

Turning her head a little to the side, Aliayh crossed her arms and stared at Hazel accusingly. "Now why you gotta lie like that Haze? You come from money. Hell, your parents practically throw thousands at you weekly. All that expensive shit you got proves it. The clothes, the jewelry, shopping trips you take and don't get me started on your ca-"

"Alright damn, I get it," Hazel interjected, rolling onto her back on her bed, revealing a see-through bra. If there was one thing Aliayh has come to learn about Hazel was that the woman was never shy about her sexuality or being comfortable in her own skin.

"I'm just teasing. You can pay me by buying me food." 

"Basically what I've been doing forever," Hazel replied. "I might as well be your boyfriend."

"Please don't say it."

"Call me daddy."

Oh god. Aliyah rubbed her forehead, deciding to let what she heard slide. "Anyways, what's up? I know you didn't call me to talk about school work."

"True. Do you like Asian men?" Hazel asked casually, looking at Aliyah's now confused face.

"Umm, I guess," Aliyah answered, not expecting that to be what she wanted to talk about. "Why?"

The evil smile that graced Hazel's face made her nervous. "Well, I have something I wanted to share with you. Think of it as an early graduation gift."

"I don't want it." Aliyah quickly declined her "gift" because Hazel was always into some weird kinky shit.

"C'mon Liyah, you'll like it I promise. Besides, you should be thanking me since you refused every dick I've thrown your way." It has been two years since Aliyah has been with anyone on that level and ever since then Hazel, along with Tori and Aisha has made it their mission to get her laid. It wasn't as if sex was something that was hard to come by, especially on campus. But Aliyah had standards and she couldn't see herself just allowing anyone to slid up in her.

That wasn't the move.

"Fine, what is it?" Though Aliyah was hesitant, she was very curious.

Hazel smiled widely showing off those perfectly white teeth of hers. "You ever heard of cam boys?"

"Yeah, they do...shows," Aliyah stated, struggling a little to find the right word. "But you have to pay for it though. I'm not spending money just to watch a man jerk off Haze." There were literally thousands of free videos of men doing just that floating around the internet aka Pornhub.

"That may be true but this one is special," Hazel responded, putting emphasis on the word special.

Aliyah raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? How so?" There was only so much she figured a man could do as a cam boy that would be considered "special".

"For one they call him ChimChim an-...what's so funny?" Hazel asked with a pout.

"Of all the names he could've chosen, he picked ChimChim? That sounds random and corny as hell Haze." Aliyah laughed loudly, clapping her hands, reminding Hazel of a seal.

"Whatever. As I was saying LOVERBOY, is pretty popular. His shows always get thousands of views but he only streams once a week. Tori had suggested him to me a few days ago. Said he had her coming multiple times on one stream alone." Hazel gushed excitedly. 

"Ok, good for her I guess. I'm guessing you want me to experience what she had?" Aliyah assumed, surprised that she was actually considering what Hazel was offering her.

"Bingo. Just see for yourself, you might enjoy it." Hazel shrugged, propping herself up on her pillows. "And it's just your luck that he has a stream tonight, as a matter of fact, it should be starting...now." She said after checking the time on her phone.

"I c-"

"I already paid for it, so enjoy yourself. I sent you the link. Bye!" Hazel rushed out, ending the call without giving Aliyah a chance to respond.

Sighing to herself, she looked at the link in her messages and debated on opening it for a good five minutes. "What's the worst that could happen?" She whispered to herself, finally clicking the link to reveal a site that had his name plastered at the top of it.

Her mouse hovered over the 'enter video' clickable, not really believing that she was about to do this. Throwing all caution to the wind, she clicked the link, covering most of her eyes as the video popped up to reveal someone that made her body freeze.

With wide eyes, she took in the male seating back comfortably in his chair. His long-sleeved black shirt was pulled up a little, giving his 16,278 viewers a peek of his abs. He sported a pair of blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and hung low on his hips revealing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She blinked rapidly at the familiar face that stared into the camera biting his lip in a teasing manner.

Six years have passed since she has last seen him but she knew his face. He looked the same as back then but different all at once. Of course, they have grown over the years and features change but she knew without a doubt that it had to be him.

He was a bit taller now, his natural black hair color was now blonde and it suited him perfectly. Skin that was slightly tanned looked smooth to touch. Even his smile had gotten more beautiful. Those plump lips still looked inviting and dark piercing eyes that made her "peach" feel a certain type of way.

It had to be him.

"K-kadien?"

[thatsweetbobbyfacetho]

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

@curiousdamage requested this one for Dutch & Joelie. I’m still working on fleshing out their relationship so this was just random and I don’t even know but it was fun to write so I hope it’s fun to read too! Oh! Also I totally stole her hc first name for Dutch too, also because it’s a Dutch name you pronounce the j like a y so it’s more like Yan. 

--

"Can't you stay a little longer?”

 She looked towards the sound of the voice to see Mrs. Van Dijk's grandson leaning in the doorway with his killer smile and a glint in his playful brown eyes.

When Mrs. Van Dijk had first started talking up her grandson to her she had found it cute in that patronizing way. How many of her previous home care patients had thought she would be just perfect for someone in their lives? But then she had finally met him and she couldn't help but find him somewhat attractive. 

He stood there shirtless, tattooed on both his shoulders and wiping oil and grease off his hands. It was possibly one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. He must have been working on one of his many projects that he kept out back.

"Hello, Jan. And no, I'm meeting up with some friends for drinks." Joelie smiled as she finished packing her bag.

He walked right up next to her. "I'm a friend, I'll get you a drink. Come on have one beer with me."

It was difficult to keep from reaching out to touch his perfectly chiselled chest and abs. Biting her lip she studied him for a moment. Really she should know better than to get involved with her client's grandson but he was just so damn fine.

"One beer, that's it. And only because I'm off the clock."

She had barely consented before his arm was around her waist, leading her out back to the garage in the backyard which he had pretty much taken over as his own personal workshop. In one corner there was an older couch by a bar fridge and he motioned for her to have a seat as he got the drinks.

"Thanks." She smiled, faint pink highlighting her cheeks as he passed her a can. Sure she had dated her fair share of cute guys before but none that were cute and rich. Not that she was sure he was rich but if his grandmother was any indication then he probably was too.

"Of course." He replied, sitting down beside her as his arm once more wrapped around her, this time along her shoulders. 

"So which one of these hunks of junk are you working on?" She gave him a sideways smile trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hey now! These aren't junk, they're classic!" He couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "I'm working on that one right there."

He pointed to the car directly in front of them. "It's a Triumph TR6. The body was in good condition, figured I could handle the rest. Might make some decent money on it once I've got it running."

Joelie smiled sipping at her drink, "My dad had a TR6, he loved it. Sold it for something more practical when I was a kid. He used to take me out for drives on Sundays after church. "

"Church huh? You're religious?" He asked.

Joelie shrugged, "Religious enough. My family is Anglican and has been for generations." She reached over, playing with the saint's medallion that hung around his neck. "Are you as Catholic as your grandma?"

He chuckled, "Catholic enough." He brushed some bangs out of her eyes and behind her ear. "Maybe once I've got it restored I'll take you on a drive."

She swallowed hard, their gaze was locked as she stared deeply into his brown eyes. There was so much she didn't know about him. Whenever she asked too many questions about Jan, his grandmother would change the subject which only made her wonder what disapproving things he was up to. The worst part was, being here with him like this, the way he held her cheek, she didn't care.

"I'd like that," she said softly before leaning in, her lips pressing against his and he reciprocated. She could feel him pulling her against him and she relented. Forgetting about the beer can in her hand she let it slip through her fingers, jumping back with a bit of a scream as she cold liquid started to pour over both of them.

"Oh shit!" She fumbled trying to grab the can as he just laughed at her.

"I think that's the first time I've heard you curse!"

She gave him a dirty look, exasperated and covered in beer. "That's because you've only really ever seen me at work. Goddamnit, I'm going to have to change now."

"Let me drive you home, you can't take the bus like that."

"How did you know I took the bus?" She flushed embarrassed. Her dad's cancer treatments had taken priority over everything else and they didn't come cheap. A car was a frivolous expense for the time being.

He leaned in with a quick kiss, "I've been watching you almost as often as you've been watching me. Come on, grab a helmet and we'll take my bike."

Joelie soon found herself wearing one of Jan's leather jackets and clinging to his body for dear life as they sped down side streets to her parent's house. She decided he didn't need to know that last part, at least not yet.

"Thanks for the ride, it saved me a lot of time." She slipped the jacket off her shoulders, moving to hand it to him but then realizing that wasn't going to work. "I guess I'll bring the jacket and helmet to work tomorrow?"

He shook his head, "Nah, hold onto it for now. You'll need it soon enough."

She laughed. "I will? And just when am I going to need it again Jan?"

"When's your next day off?"

"Tuesday."

He leaned in, kissing her once again. "Then you're gonna need it Tuesday. And don't call me Jan. All my friends call me Dutch."

"Dutch?" She asked eyebrow raised. It seemed a bit silly for a nickname. 

"It started as a kid and stuck. So I'll see you Tuesday?"

"Your grandmother can never know."

"Cross my heart." He replied, making an x motion on his chest with a finger.

"Then yeah, I'll see you on Tuesday Dutch." She grinned, giving him one last quick kiss before running into the house, excited to change and meet up with her friends so she could gush about her upcoming date.

[sheepsandcattle]

Chapter 12

The couch in Jeff and Dean’s apartment is still too narrow and he’s still awoken a few times by the discomfort of the ass-shaped dip that he gets lost in sometimes, but this morning there’s coffee on the table beside his usual stale glass of water. The fan in the kitchen is loud until someone shuts the door, and then it’s just more white noise among steady traffic and the wind outside.

Jordan says, “morning,” and perches on the edge of the coffee table.

Not quite ready to muster up a sentence, Curls hums as he pushes himself into something closer to a sitting position and the other man claims the space beside him without a beat, clearly at home here too.

Once again, he can’t remember how he ended up here. He can’t remember even leaving the club. In fact, anything after the Jordan and Jules… Altercation is a mystery. He remembers he was going to be sick. Oh shit, was he sick?

“That redhead's a real piece o’work,” Jordan grumbles, reaching for the coffee and taking a long sip before he hands it over to Curly. “You feeling better?”

“Was I sick?” Curly’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be his main concern but his close-to-vomiting state is pretty much the cut-off point in his memory.

Jordan just laughs and he guesses the guy is just trying to protect his dignity. It doesn’t work, but it’s appreciated.

They sit in silence, glancing around the room, Curly still recovering and Jordan allowing him to do so. He’s used to waking up here now, but something tells him that Jordan is too. He almost feels the need to mark his territory somehow, let him know that this is his safe place, but then, it sort of feels like the man is only an addition to that.

There’s a creek from one of the other rooms just as Jordan’s hand finds his knee. It’s innocent but territorial like the man has the same connection to him as Curly does this apartment. They both seem to wait for another sound, but it doesn’t come.

He’s not sure why he does, but Curly says, “Jeff and Dean are scared I’m leading you on,” as he rubs a hand over his face. “I just. I don’t know what I want. I’ve never wanted this before.”

“I know.” Jordan shrugs, even though he can’t know, not really. “Doesn’t matter what they think. I don’t care,” he says as Curly drinks coffee beside him. “Do you?”

Shaking his head, he breathes deeply before he tilts his head back as his previously empty stomach settles just a little. He slips a hand beneath his shirt to place a warm palm against his stomach.

“What did you mix last night?” This has Curly going rigid. It’s embarrassing, both the fact that he mixed in the first place, but even more so the sate it left him in. Jordan adds, “my mom’s a junkie, Curls. I’ve seen it all.”

He doesn’t even consider arguing where he’d usually say ‘I’m not a junkie’ or lie about what he’d taken -or if he’d taken anything at all- because Jordan says it is so off-handed and without judgement.

“Heroin and a bit of coke,” he says without bothering to sweeten it up. “I don’t usually touch coke, though. Didn’t even take much.”

Jordan huffs, nods as he shifts and leans into Curly’s side. “I remember now. You shouldn’t mix that shit,” he says as he tilts his chin, but then before Curly can reply, he’s pushed himself up from the couch. “It’s hit and miss - doesn’t always matter how much you take.”

He watches as Jordan digs around a desk across the room. Curly busies himself with his coffee, drinking it leisurely and breathing through his stomach cramps.

Forgetting last night is probably for the best, although there’s blood on Jordan’s shirt, he’s now realising, and he makes a mental note to ask about that later. Surely Jules wouldn’t have—

Twisting to his side, Curly feels around the cushion and then underneath it, digging until he feels the hard casing of his phone. With Jordan still hovering around the desk, Curly settles back down to check the damage.

He has three messages from Jules.

02:47 - so ur new friend is a psycho

03:04 - getting a cab in 10. b there or dnt

03:22 - whatever. U owe me $20 btw

There’s an older text from Jeff too, and Curly vaguely remembers when his phone vibrated, sat on the curb with his head hung between his knees, Jordan’s hand on his back, telling him something about New York. Something about getting mugged and asking for money to get home. Something about making friends with some guy on the subway and not going home for four days and his mom not even noticing. It made Jordan laugh for some reason and Curly had realised he was just trying to ease him up.

02:01 - you guys can crash at our place. Will b out in a sec

Somewhere in his memory is the image of Jordan pacing in an alleyway. Curly also remembers resting his hand on J’s leg, back on the curb, but he didn’t really have the strength to make him stay put.

Jordan punched the ground when he was still sat as he shook his head over something. He said, “you should stay away from guys like him,” and pointed off into the distance.

Curly’s eyes followed and Jules was stood there, saying something back, but he didn’t know what.

Jordan was up and taking steps towards Jules before Curly even felt him slip from beneath his hand. He remembers saying something daft like, “it’s not worth it,” even though, truthfully, he didn’t really know what was happening. He buried his face in his hands because he felt like he was going to be sick again, and Jordan and Jules were still shouting but all he heard was “toxic,” and, “faggot,” and, “say that again!”

Time jumped and Jordan was back at his side. The alleyway was quiet again and his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“You should stay away from guys like him,” Jordan repeated and went back to rubbing his back.

Something slams onto the table and Curly jumps. It’s a note, a simple thanks, in black ink and Jordan says, “we should get outa here before Jeff and Dean wake up.”

It’s not his usual morning-after routine, but he finds himself agreeing.

***

“What were you and Jules arguing for?”

Jordan scoffs, crossing his arms in the passenger seat as Curly pulls away from the pavement. The walk to his flat was short but cold and he’s not sure how to break it to Jordan that it takes about twenty minutes for his car to heat up.

“He was irritating,” is all Jordan is willing to disclose at first, looking stubborn as he glares out of the passenger side window.

“He’s alright, you know,” he says, but Jordan doesn’t respond. “Does loads for me.”

“What, like selling you dope?” Jordan has him there, and turns to watch him when Curly doesn’t reply, using his driving as an excuse to look dead-ahead. “You were choking on puke and the kid offered you a hit. What the fuck, Curly?”

“I know when to say no, don’t worry ab—“

“Right, but you said yes.”

Curly frowns. Did he? “Did I?”

Every memory he has outside the club consist of being very aware of the fact he’d overdone it. He was sipping water from a plastic cup on the pavement between gags, regretting every drink and hit he’d had that day. He was past the point of doing a line to sober up.

“Jeff told me about him,” Jordan goes on, shaking his head now. “Said he takes advantage. Didn’t think he was gonna be so fucking transparent about it.”

He frowns. “Did I buy it?”

“No fucking way. I didn’t let you.”

So fuck knows what the IOU text was all about.

Curly just nods, a little embarrassed as he says, “good. Cheers.”

“It’s fine,” he nods and sinks into his seat.

They both fall silent, looking out into the road. They’re not really going anywhere, just driving for a while. Curly takes the same route as he does on those days where he’s drowning. He’d usually have his dad or Genie on loudspeaker by now, but this works too.

The weight of the conversation lingers but they’ve visibly relaxed now, like they were both just as eager to mention the elephant in the room as each other.

“Tell me if it’s not my business,” Jordan says, and it should sound passive-aggressive, but it doesn’t. “I’ve seen this shit happen. I just step in when I feel like somebody should.”

Curly pulls into an empty road, taking a moment to look at Jordan as he says, “I know,” before his eyes return to the road ahead. He feels guilty - thinks about what little Jordan’s shared about his mother, both times in passing. He’s seen this shit happen. “It’s your business.”

[the34thprecinct]

The 34th - Part 16

Dinah left their dinner early to run to Madison Square Garden for the pre-concert sound check. It had already been in the press this week that Maroon 5, Halsey, Drake, Paul McCartney, Rihanna, Cyndi Lauper, Shawn Mendes, Lady GaGa and another secret star would be performing. The girls had spent half of their dinner trying to get Dinah to reveal the star's name, but she refused. She assured them they would all be ecstatic when they found out though.

A few hours later they arrived at the venue and were ushered inside to a special VIP mosh pit with a hundred other people at the front of the stage. All of the people inside the VIP area were somehow connected to the shooting and Lauren tried not to focus on the faces. She didn't want to recognise someone and be propelled back to that day. Tonight she wanted to enjoy herself. Sofi was already inside and when she saw the four women enter, she immediately ran towards them, a huge smile plastered on her face. She dove into Lauren's arms first, nearly knocking the older woman over.

"Oh sexy, sexy," she smirked and raised her eyebrows at Lauren's outfit, earning her a light slap. It was like no time had passed when she embraced Ally and Normani next. Both girls were taken aback by the bubbly and extremely confident young woman before them. They chatted for a few minutes before Sofi waved goodbye to go and rejoin her friends on the other side of the stage.

"I see what Dinah meant about Sofi being a mini her," Ally laughed.

"Damn I wish I had half that girl's confidence," Normani said, shaking her head.

"You have no idea," Camila smirked, with Lauren joining in and nodding her head.

A little while later the lights turned off and the band began playing 'She Will be Loved' by Maroon 5 on repeat. After about a minute there were huge cheers from the crowd as Dinah stepped onto the stage in a sparkling leotard and trailing white skirt. Camila still had to pinch herself sometimes that her sassy best friend was a worldwide pop star. Life sure was crazy.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" Dinah shouted into the microphone and waved her hands at the cheering crowd. Lauren, Ally, Normani and Camila all screamed.

"New York, we are so happy to be here tonight," Dinah smiled as she walked to the centre of the stage. "We know this past week has been incredibly hard and incredibly sad." The Polynesian woman paused for a minute to let her words settle amongst the crowd. "Your resilience is shining through all that darkness. Tonight is for all of you." The crowd erupted in more screams, as Dinah waved to a few people at the front of the mosh pit.

"Tonight we want to scream together, we want to cry together, we want to sing until we lose our voices." More screams. "New York we will not be broken!" Dinah held the microphone out to the screaming crowd so that their voices were amplified. "Let's sing tonight so that our voices can be heard in the heavens." The loudest screams yet echoed around the crowd and Lauren noticed several people in the mosh pit around her wiping away tears. She herself felt a lump rise in her throat.

"New York, give it up for Maroon 5!" Dinah shouted, stepping off the stage as Adam Levine stepped forward and began to sing. The band performed a few of their top songs including, 'Girls Like You', 'Sugar' and 'Payphone' before waving goodbye to the crowd and wishing everyone a great night.

Before the next act stepped onto the stage, everyone began screaming when her distinctive raspy voice rang through the microphone. Lady GaGa stalked onto the stage in a red catsuit as she sung 'Bad Romance'. Camila screamed and jumped up and down beside Lauren, shouting the lyrics so loudly that the green eyed woman could barely hear the pop star. The first few songs had been successful in washing away Camila's inhibitions around her old high school friends. Very quickly Ally and Normani were screaming along with her and the younger one had them in fits of laughter by her infectious energy and crazy dance moves. Lauren felt all warm and fuzzy inside as the four friends danced alongside one another, in her heart she felt seventeen again.

GaGa played a few more songs including 'Poker Face', 'Just Dance' and 'Born This Way'. Lauren was surprised to see how into 'Born This Way' Camila got, she completely lost herself in the lyrics as she screamed them back to the pop star. It caused butterflies to swirl in her stomach. Drake came out next followed by Halsey. Lauren had been a big fan of the pop star for forever and screamed as loudly as she could when she begun singing 'Colors'.

"Jesus Lauren, I think I'm deaf now," Normani laughed, shouting at Lauren over the music. All three of her friends were surprised to see her behave like such a fan girl.

"Sorry," Lauren shouted back. "I can't help it, she's so hot!" The green eyes were fixed on the talented artist on the stage, but Camila's eyes were fixed on Lauren. The younger woman couldn't help but feel jealous when Lauren had called her 'hot', no matter how irrational that seemed. Her sudden envy for the pop star caused her to lace an arm around Lauren's waist in hopes of a reaction. It worked. Lauren was broken from her transfixion and turned to look at Camila, a warm smile on her face.

The older woman then raised her arm and draped it around Camila's shoulders. The younger one grinned happily and turned back towards the stage, subtly scooting closer to Lauren so that their hips were grazing together as they swayed. Even Halsey couldn't command a hundred percent of Lauren's attention. When Lauren jumped up and down at the end of the song Camila took advantage of her movements and slid her fingers up a fraction so that they were resting on Lauren's bare abs instead of on the fabric of Lauren's shorts. Lauren noticed the movement and looked towards the younger one, but Camila kept her eyes on the stage as she bit her lip seductively, gently caressing the older one's smooth skin.

When the singer began playing 'Strangers' Camila felt a wave of tension running through Lauren's body as the older woman's abdominal muscles clenched under her fingers. The lyrics felt eerily proportionate to their current relationship.

Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers

With the same damn hunger

To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

We're not lovers, we're just strangers

With the same damn hunger

To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

When Halsey sung the line 'I miss the thought of a forever, you and me' Camila unconsciously pulled Lauren closer to her side. The movement wasn't lost on Lauren and she felt her heart ache in her chest when she thought about the words. For so many years she had imagined a future with Camila, it was the truest thing in her world for the longest time. The same thoughts were swirling in Camila's mind as a tear slipped from her cheek. Lauren noticed the gorgeous woman beside her wipe the tear away and she tightened her arm around her shoulder, savouring whatever moment was silently passing between them. The tension was steadily building to a boiling point.

Cyndi Lauper came out next and as she started to sing 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' Ally screamed, jumping up and down and grabbed a hold of Lauren's free hand. All of the girls laughed at her reaction and Camila and Lauren broke apart to interlace their hands as well. All four girls danced and jumped along to the infectious lyrics, just like they used to at parties in high school. Normani and Ally were smiling at Camila with such genuine affection, that she felt her heart leap in her chest for the millionth time that night. She played 'True Colours' and 'Time After Time' before finishing her set and heading off stage.

The crowd all cheered crazily when Dinah surprisingly appeared back on the stage, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright everybody, it's that time of night. I know I've been promising a surprise guest the last few days...are you ready to find out who it is?" She held her hand to her ear as the crowd roared.

"Everyone put your hands together!" Dinah shouted, running off stage as synth sounds began booming from the speakers. Camila immediately recognised the song, 'Welcome to New York' by Taylor Swift. She let out an ear-splitting scream and her friends all stared at her confused, they obviously hadn't figured out who the surprise guest was yet. When Taylor Swift stepped onto the stage, they all squealed and grabbed onto Camila excitedly.

"OMG Mila!" Normani jumped up and down wrapping an arm around her former friend. It felt exactly like a scene out of their high school days. Camila was still a die hard Taylor Swift fan to this day and the other girls knew of her crazy obsession with the pop star. Camila was literally shaking as the blonde beauty began the chorus and she felt warm fingers interlacing with her own. She knew from the lightest touch who they belonged to. Lauren. She turned to her side and caught Lauren smiling excitedly at her, a smile she couldn't help but return.

She sang 'Shake it Off' next, causing Camila and Normani to break into a series of crazy dance moves, Camila dropping Lauren's hand so she could twerk during the chorus. Lauren was initially disappointed when Camila broke their contact, but as soon as the girl began twerking right in front of her, her disappointment turned to arousal. The heat returned to her cheeks like earlier in the night, as she watched Camila's perfect ass jolting up and down. Lauren felt Ally's gaze on her as she watched Camila dancing and nerves once again swirled in her stomach. She looked away towards the stage, pretending that she hadn't noticed Ally watching her. She didn't want the older woman to think she was shamelessly drooling over Camila.

When she sang 'Enchanted' Camila hung her arms over Normani and Lauren's shoulders and pulled them to her side, as she happily screamed the lyrics. Lauren didn't want Ally to feel left out, so pulled her in as well, despite it making her slightly uncomfortable. She had never been the type of friend to be overly affectionate, she just wasn't a touchy feely type of person. But again Camila brought out so many different sides in her.

When the pop star sung the closing bridge, Camila was singing with such urgency and passion, Lauren couldn't help but feel she had someone in mind as she sung. She was still trying to figure out between all of Camila's strange signals, if that person was in fact her.

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

The pop star finished her set with one of Camila's all time favourite songs, 'Delicate'. She related so much to the lyrics surrounding a woeful 'reputation'. She had felt plagued by a terrible reputation since she was seventeen. She had always been a people pleaser and so for nearly a decade, knowing her three previous best friends hated her guts had constantly worn her down.

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Yeah, I want you

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

Is it cool that I said all that

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Delicate

   When she listened to the lyrics about the pop star's beloved liking her despite her reputation, it made her heart pang in sadness for the woman currently standing next to her. The way she had been the last few days, affectionate and friendly, almost like things had been back then. Camila wondered if Lauren maybe could like her again, despite her 'reputation' and all of the things she had done. She sighed internally at her train of thought. She had practically spent the whole concert reading into all of the lyrics of all of the songs and applying them to her own life. But that was music wasn't it? You were meant to emotionally connect with the words.

Rihanna ran onto the stage next, surrounded by a dozen dancers as she began singing 'Diamonds' and then 'Umbrella'. Camila was still so elated after having seen her idol perform some of her favourite songs, that adrenaline was coursing rapidly through her body. Rihanna was a welcomed change of pace, her songs were less emotionally exhausting and more sexy and fun.

Towards the end of 'Umbrella' Normani and Ally both yelled to Camila and Lauren that they were going to the bathroom and would be back shortly. When Rihanna began singing 'Te Amo' Lauren felt the chocolate eyes gazing at her. She remembered back to a few weeks ago when that same song had played in the club and she had witnessed Camila's sultry moves as she had danced with Jordan. She had felt a pang of jealousy in that moment as she had watched on. Not because she saw Jordan as a threat, not at all, she had just been envious that he had gotten to dance with Camila like that.

Lauren turned to smile down at the younger one and noticed her biting her lip. It was almost like Camila knew what Lauren had been thinking about. The chocolate eyes were sparkling as they pierced into Lauren's and the older woman could feel the tension rolling between them. Once she was sure she had Lauren's full attention, she slid her fingers into the older woman's palm and interlaced their hands as she began rolling her hips and singing the lyrics to Lauren, keeping her eyes focused on the dazzling green ones.

Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist

I told her no, she cried Te amo

I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go

My soul is awry and without asking why

I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what she said

Don't it mean I love you

I think it means I love you

Don't it mean I love you

Camila knew Lauren had a weakness for her hips and backside and smiled when she saw the green eyes dropping to watch her hips roll back and forth. Lauren had been swaying her own hips and stepping to the music, caught up in the beat. She looked so sexy when she danced, Camila thought. When Rihanna sang the words 'then she put her hand around my waist', Camila could no longer contain her desires.

The sultry music combined with desiring lyrics had pushed her over the edge. She stepped in front of Lauren, still holding on to their interlaced hand. She was rolling her hips and stepping to the beat as she pushed her back up against Lauren's so that her ass was grinding lightly against Lauren's pelvis. As soon as their bodies connected Camila felt an uncontrollable heat rising from her core and she could no longer control herself.

Camila moved her arm with their interlaced fingers so that Lauren's arm was draped around her waist, like in the song. Without thinking Lauren pressed her fingers into Camila's bare skin and held the younger one in place, tightly to her hips. Camila had this way of provoking her deepest carnal desires, breaking down any resistance that Lauren had been clinging to. Her whole body was heating up rapidly and her thoughts had descended to the most impure parts of her brain. Camila had to bite down on her lips to stop herself from moaning as she felt the older woman's warm fingers clinging to her skin.

Lauren's breath hitched in her throat as the younger one's hips rolled against hers. She knew she shouldn't be dancing like this with Camila, but she couldn't help herself as she rolled her hips in synchronicity with the younger one. Camila's spare hand reached back and tangled up in Lauren's hair as they danced and Lauren could see a light layer of sweat glistening on Camila's neck and chest. She had to mentally stop herself from leaning down and kissing Camila's neck as her daisy smelling hair whipped across Lauren's face.

Camila's whole body felt like it was on fire as they danced in perfect synchronicity, taking no notice of anything or anyone around them. She could feel Lauren's bare stomach pressing on her back and she was desperate to run her fingers over the woman's perfect abs. Camila felt Lauren's spare hand tracing along the side of her thigh slowly, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

Lauren's fingers continued to tease her skin as they ran over her exposed hips, up past Camila's chest and glided down her arm before reaching her hand, which was tangled up in Lauren's hair. When the older woman reached Camila's fingers, she untangled them from her hair and interlaced them with her own. Lauren then brought their arms across Camila's body, so that they rested on the younger one's other hip. Not an inch of their skin wasn't touching now and an electricity that neither woman had felt in ten years pulsated through their bodies.

When the song ended and 'Only Girl (In The World)' began, Camila turned around, so that they were now face to face, hips still touching. She was momentarily distracted by the older woman's lacy white bra that was only inches from her face. Lauren's perfect breasts were held tightly in the delicate fabric and Camila stared greedily as she imagined ripping the fabric from Lauren's skin and exposing the woman to her. She snaked her arms around Lauren's waist and looked into the piercing green eyes, as she sung the lyrics of the song back up at her. As Lauren looked down into her eyes, she noticed the warm chocolate colour had changed to a far darker tone. A tone of complete arousal and desire. Her eyes kept flickering between the chocolate orbs and the younger woman's perfect lips. Her fleshy bottom lip had always been a weakness for Lauren.

Want you to make me feel

Like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command

'Cause I'm the only one who understands

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only one

As Camila sung her the lyrics of the chorus Lauren almost felt the chocolate orbs were pleading with her. For the first time since Camila had arrived, Lauren allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Camila had come to New York for her.

Someone knocked into Lauren's back, causing her to stumble forward and push Camila away from her. Camila was confused initially by Lauren's abrupt movements and for a minute she panicked that the older woman had been overwhelmed by her affection and had pushed her away. When she saw that Lauren was trying to regain her balance, she realised someone must have pushed the green eyed woman.

Camila reached out to interlace their fingers again as Normani and Ally pushed their way back towards them. Seeing her two former best friends Camila pulled her hand back. When the green eyes looked up and met hers, they were unreadable. The previous warmth and arousal that had been their a few moments ago was gone. When Ally and Normani stepped up beside them, Lauren manoeuvred herself so that she was on the other side of Normani and Camila was at the opposite end next to Ally.

The set ended and the crowd roared as Shawn Mendes stepped onto the stage gripping an acoustic guitar. Lauren was staring intently up at the stage as Camila tried to catch her eye, but the older woman refused to look in her direction. Ally was going absolutely mental and jumped up and down excitedly. "OMG I love him!" Ally yelled grinning at Camila. Wanting to keep up their positive interactions Camila yelled back and gave her a warm smile.

"Same here, he's super dreamy!" She saw Lauren's head turn slightly at her words, but before the green eyes met hers, Lauren had stopped herself and focused once more on the stage. He sang his most popular songs and Lauren kept her eyes fixed on him the whole time, not trusting herself anymore to be able to look at Camila without kissing her luscious lips. The younger one had churned up so many feelings within her during their dance, the most prominent being arousal. She was so turned on, only her anger could stop her from doing something she would regret and even then, just barely. So she forced herself to stare at Shawn Mendes, with his perfect smile and dulcet tones and hate him for the simple fact that Camila had called him 'dreamy'. Hate was what was going to hold back back the emotions within her that threatened to derail her life.

When Shawn exited the stage, Dinah came running out to finally perform for them. "Are y'all ready for this?" She shouted to a raucous crowd. "Sing along with me!"

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't wearin' na nada

I'm sittin' pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta

Put in them hours, I'mma make it hotter

I'm sending pic after picture, I'mma get you fired

I know you're always on the night shift

But I can't stand these nights alone

And I don't need no explanation

'Cause baby, you're the boss at home

You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work

But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work

You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh

We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh

It was her most popular song and the crowd knew every word, no one better than her four best friends. The four women were screaming the lyrics as they jumped up and down. Camila could see the tension that had enveloped Lauren's body for the last few songs, slowly ebbing away as she danced. She was still unsure if the tension had been good or bad, but she knew she couldn't leave the mosh pit without one more dance with the green eyed beauty. As Dinah sung 'Worth It' and 'Sledgehammer' Camila strategically danced and spun so that she ended up next to Lauren again. When the green orbs focused on her she gave the woman an innocent smile, pretending to have gotten lost in the moment. Lauren gave her a small smile in return and refocused on the stage.

Before Dinah performed her last song she took a moment to address the crowd. "Before I finish my set tonight, I just want to take a moment to address the brave men and women that serve in the New York emergency services. We all owe you a great deal of thanks for putting your lives on the line day in and day out to protect us. You are all heroes!" The crowd all cheered loudly and clapped their hands together. Dinah was searching the mosh pit and smiled when her eyes focused in on her friends. "To my two brave best friends, some of New York's finest detectives, this one's for you." Dinah winked at them and the band began playing 'No Way'. That cheeky bitch, Lauren thought as she recognised the lyrics. Even when she was being most sincere, she still had her head in the gutter.

I know you don't want me anymore by the look on your face

They say when it rains it pours, you can tell by my face

Oh and I know, and you know that we've been here before

I think I know how it should end

We got an audience calling us crazy

We ignore those with opinions of hate

We're not like the rest of them,

Friends with insanity as of lately

Everyone comes with scars but you can love them away

I told you that I wasn't perfect, you told me the same

I think that's why we belong together and unashamed

I told you that I wasn't perfect, no way

Way, way, no way, no way

It was her most emotive song and it always elicited the same response from Camila each time she heard it. Tears. She knew Dinah's dedication had a double meaning. She didn't have to read into the lyrics to find similarities between the words and her tumultuous relationship with Lauren. The whole song was an ode to their past relationship.

When Dinah first played the song for Camila a few years ago, she had cried instantly. When she had finally stopped she apologised to Dinah for being so emotional and that's when the younger one had admitted the inspiration behind the words was 'Camren'. So naturally, more tears. Though this time, unlike any of the other times she heard it, she felt the hand she was so desperate to hold lace around hers and give her a comforting squeeze. Camila looked up at the woman with the gorgeous dark hair, but she was focused on the stage, the hint of a small smile on her lips.

When Dinah finished her set she announced that there was one last performer for the night. "Everyone please put your hands together for Sir Paul McCartney!"

The legendary Beatles singer took the stage beginning with 'Here Comes the Sun'. It had always been one of Lauren's favourite songs, it was so soothing. Her father used to always play that song on long drives to calm them down when they were little as Chris and her bickered in the back seat. She smiled, whispering along to the lyrics and swaying her hips slowly. Camila couldn't help but watch Lauren out of the corner of her eyes during the song. She looked so content in that moment. Next he played 'All You Need is Love' followed by 'Let It Be', which the whole crowd got really into, everyone singing the lyrics around her. When Paul McCartney left the stage the whole crowd screamed and clapped their hands on their knees, begging for an encore.

Dinah returned to the stage first, slowly followed by the rest of the pop stars that had performed that night and finally a spotlight focused on Paul McCartney at the seat of a white grand piano. His fingers began strumming on the keys and the stadium was filled with the iconic melody. The rest of the pop stars stood in a line holding hands and looking towards the crowd as they swayed to the music. They all remained silent as Paul McCartney began singing the first verse of John Lennon's 'Imagine'.

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

At the second verse a few more pop stars joined in and then when they reached the chorus everyone began singing, harmonising perfectly to the song.

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will be as one

It was at this point that Camila wrapped her arm around Lauren and Ally's waist and pulled them closer so that all four girls were united as they swayed to the music. Around the stadium people had all turned on the torches on their phones and were holding them up so that the entire of Madison Square Garden was alight, the small balls of light around them shone like stars. It was the perfect way to end an emotional evening, allowing everyone to unite in their grief and experience a wave of different emotions. As the song ended each pop star waved as they exited the stage, leaving just Dinah behind.

"Thank you New York, we love you so much, good night!" She shouted, waving to the crowd and blowing everyone a kiss before she too disappeared behind the curtains. Camila and Ally were both wiping away tears at this point and Normani stepped forward to wrap Ally in a hug.

Camila looked up towards Lauren and the older woman noticed the hopeful expression in her eyes. Unlike before there wasn't any sexual tension in her gaze, she could see the younger one was struggling with her emotions after the performance. The chocolate orbs were almost pleading with her for some sort of affection. Lauren decided not to overthink it, friends were allowed to hug right? She pulled Camila into a tight hug and felt Camila's warm breath in the crook of her neck as the younger one buried her head in Lauren's shoulder. A warm and fuzzy feeling filled Lauren's chest as she felt the younger one's body pressing against hers in search of comfort. As they hugged the lights turned on around them and a voice behind them interrupted the moment.

"Excuse me ladies?" Lauren let go of Camila and the four women turned to see a security guard speaking. "Ms. Jane has requested your presence back stage. She had someone she would like you to meet."

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A/N: Extra long chapter today. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

As you can probably tell I love all the angst, but you'll be happy where things are headed.

I probably won't be able to update as regularly for the next little while, so updates might       be every few days from now on.

Let me know what you think of the story so far. Still heaps of big reveals to come :)