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ikleesfiction · 4 years ago

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I'm a fucking alcoholic (with a sweet tooth)

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 1,623 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the third one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : It's fluff. I hope it doesn't end up too cringy?

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It is a cold Friday in Chicago. You would say it is super cold since you worked in the warm weather of Los Angeles last week. Jay is coming over to your place after work. Now both of you are snuggling on the couch, watching movies on TV.

"I cannot watch this part," You hide your face in Jay's chest, preparing for the frightening scene. The darkness in the room increases the tension.

"What are you talking about? This is not even a horror movie," Jay looks down at you, bemused.

"Say you! Watching Tom Cruise blowing up a Gallardo distressed me. My soul is crying. It is a nightmare!"

You move out from Jay's embrace to point out the screen where Maggie Q said it is such a nice car. "Yes, it is! Don't do it, Zhen," yell you at the TV.

However, The Lamborghini on screen still went kaboom and was engulfed in fire. "Oh, no!" You put your hand on your heart, feeling devastated.

Jay grins at your silliness, "I'm sorry for your loss," He rubs your back, offering his condolences. However, his smile turns flirty. "If there's anything I can do to ease your pain..."

You play along with his idea. "Hmm, is that so?" Your hands wrap around Jay, pulling him closer. Your nose is tracing his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek. Your lips softly grace his skin, make their way closer to his. Jay wasted no time to kiss you and keep kissing you.

You don't know how long it goes, and you don't care to know. Until Jay moves back abruptly, tilting his head away from you, "Your pho..."

Your lips cut his words as you get on his lap. Jay puts his hands on your waist to stop you, halfheartedly, "Babe, your phone is ringing,"

Your hands curl behind his neck. "Let it ring." You whisper to his ear. Jay shudders when he feels your breath on his neck. Your mouth soon follows to make a mark on the same point. Jay tries to hold himself back from reciprocating the gesture.

Unlike Jay and his work, you got no obligation to pick up your phone. No life or death depends on you tonight. But the phone keeps shrieking. It started to annoy you because Jay stops participating in this make-out session.

"Might be important," This is one of the rare times you want to curse Jay's occupation.

"I assure you it won't be," You try to get Jay back in the game.

"Well, at least you can tell them to call you back later," Jay lands a soft kiss on your forehead. With a loud sigh, you move away from Jay's lap to pick up your phone.

Seeing the caller ID frustrates you even further. "You are interrupting our date night," is the first thing you say to your best friend, Alex, when you receive the call and put it on speaker.

"Hi, Jay!" Alex chirps his greeting, ignoring your complaint.

Jay greets back with a chuckle, "Hey, man. Nice to hear from you," He takes the remote to pause the movie, where Tom Cruise is gunning a Mercedes CLK down the road.

"No, it's not." You grumble under your breath. "What's up? Did you just come up with a song idea that would make Bruno Mars wished he wrote it?"

As a fellow songwriter/producer, you understand that song inspiration could come anytime. But it would still piss you off if Alex insists on working for it tonight.

"Not yet. But we do have a potential project for you,"

"Couldn't it wait until next week?" You moan your refusal. "Jay and I got plans for the weekend,"

"Of course. As long as you promise to pick up your phone when Angelique calls. I know you have been dodging her." Alex chides you.

Huffing your aversion, you lay your head on Jay's lap. In reflex, he plays with your hair. "Who's Angelique? A new talent?" Jay never heard that name before. He is pretty sure that he knows everybody at Pyramid, Alex's record label in Amsterdam where you work for.

Alex starts to explain, "She is a singer. Been around for a while,"

"Country singer, turned bubblegum pop singer, and now I guess she wants to try dance music as well?" You elaborate to Jay and asking Alex at the same time. You have written and produced songs from various genres, but your notable works so far are mostly EDM.

"Maybe," Alex answers casually.

"Angelique..." Jay ponders for a moment before lighting up, "Oh! Is she the one whose songs you keep skipping whenever they pop up, babe?"

Your best friend lets out a big laugh from the other side of the phone. "Angelique wants Y/N to produce her next album, but all of a sudden Y/N here cannot find the receive button on her phone," Alex emphasizes his sarcasm.

"I took yours, didn't I?"

However, Alex begins his interrogation. "Why are you avoiding her calls anyway?"

"I don't wanna work with her," You know you sound petulant.

"Come on, Y/N, it would be great! Angelique's third album sold triple more than her second. Her last single went neck to neck with Taylor Swift's song. Now, she is gonna let you work on her fourth album! Other producers would kill for this opportunity," Alex tries to reason.

Jay whistles, being impressed by the story.

"Well, my boyfriend here is a cop. I don't wanna get involved in any criminal activity," You are intentionally being obtuse. "If it were so great, why don't you do it? You're the one who still works on stage."

"You know people talked about how you could be the next Max Martin, right? Made sense that she asked for you," Alex states. "Angelique doesn't need another artist to perform with her. She needs someone who writes and produces good stuff."

"Every producer could be the next Max Martin if they work hard," You shrug the notion.

Jay looks confused with all these new names. "And Max Martin is...?"

"We are never ever ever getting back together?" Alex starts singing a couple bars to show Jay some examples of Max Martin's works.

"Uh..." Jay doesn't show any recognition.

"ou make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream?" Alex sings another song. Your best friend is nothing but persistent.

"Uhm.." And yet, Jay is still clueless.

"Jay is not keeping up with pop music for the last decade, Lex," You joke to your best friend. "Try some songs from the Backstreet Boys,"

"Hey!" Jay protests. "I know your songs," He smirks at you in full smug. "Especially the ones that were written about me."

You laugh at his adorable and sexy smirk. Sitting up from Jay's lap, you kiss the smug out of him.

"Guys, I'm still here." The flat tone of Alex on the phone stops Jay from taking the kiss further.

You peck a corner of Jay's lips one more time. "Your own fault. Who told you to call during our date night anyway?"

"Since I'm not there to poke and pinch you, I hope Jay could help me convince you to take this project." Your best friend is shameless.

"Is Angelique not a good person or something?" Jay tries to understand the situation. He knows you are a hard worker. It is rare for you to run off from a big project like this. "She ought to be a good singer, right? With all of that achievements,"

You cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend, "It is a prerogative to hate your best friend's exes, no?"

Jay frowns, "Wait, Angelique is Alex's ex?"

"Oh, come on!" groans Alex. "It was years ago!"

"You know how the saying goes. Quote-unquote, "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die”

"That was kinda harsh," Jay comments.

"Your best friend still hates me until now, Jay." You roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mouse doesn't hate you. I even haven't got a chance to tell him about you since he's been deployed," Jay raises his eyebrows.

"She meant your work partner," Alex answers Jay for you.

Jay frowns deeper, "Hailey doesn't hate you."

"Wanna bet on that?" You challenge him.

Alex prevents the couple from bickering further, "Guys, listen! Angelique and I broke up amicably. There were no hard feelings between us now,"

"Excuse you!" You exclaim. "I still remember those dark days. You cried over so many Tequila bottles. And those boxes of chocolate!! Why did we have to consume that much chocolate over a breakup?? My waistline did not come back to its original measurement for three months!!"

Jay lets out an amused snort.

"Oh, you don't get to talk, man!" Alex hits the couple back. "Your temporary breakup also forced me to replenish my Jenever stocks! I got bakeries phone numbers on speed dial for chocolate cake emergencies!"

Jay puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You guys continue to discuss business," He stands up from the couch. "I'm gonna go warm up some pie," Jay gestures to the kitchen area. "Alex, it's nice to catch up with you. Hope the next time we talk, it would be more social and less about business,"

"And you, love, try to listen to what Alex offers first before you cut him off," Jay bends down to kiss your lips teasingly. "Please don't pull out any bottles with more than 40% alcohol content. I need you sober for our plans tonight." He winks at you before moving to the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your pushy best friend alone.

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Foot Note: - Tom Cruise and Maggie Q blew up a Lamborghini Gallardo in Mission: Impossible III (2006). All of the MI movies are classics in my household. - Max Martin is a Swedish record producer, songwriter. You might not know his name, but I'm sure you know his songs. In reference to this fic, he co-wrote and co-produced Taylor Swift's "We are never ever ever getting back together", co-wrote Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", co-wrote and co-produced some of Backstreet Boys' biggest hits. - "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die" line is taken from Henrietta Wilson on 9-1-1 TV Series S02E04 "Stuck". I thought it was hilarious. The line became the reason for this particular fic's existence.

I'm sorry for the long note. Thank you for reading this fic and the note. You are so welcome to reply, ask or tag me. We can talk about music, series or Jesse Lee Soffer's abs. :p

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elareine · 4 years ago

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fem jaytim + fake dating, please? thanks ♡

Thea’s coming out had been a bit of a disaster. Yeah, it had been her own choice, but… let’s just say that the studios’ reactions had been mixed, and so had been the one of her fans. She could have dealt without the accusations about her past relationships with men being fake, thank you very much.

Fact was that there was this invisible line drawn between her and other people. It had always been there, but her statement had exacerbated the matter, Thea felt. Even in her family, Dick seemed to be the only one openly supportive and never afraid to dole out hugs when she needed them.

Dick was in Europe on location, though. Thea was facing the prospect of a movie premiere all alone.

She had no intention of skipping it; this movie was important to her, and she was a professional. The press game was almost as much part of her job as the acting. Stiiiill. It was gonna suck so much, wasn’t it?

The buzzing of the phone saved her from burying her head in her hands at the thought.

Still, she had no intention of picking it up (let these assholes figure it out for themselves) until she saw the caller ID, and then she couldn’t move fast enough. “Hey, Jay.”

“Hey.” There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. “How’re you holding up?”

“As long as I don’t check Twitter? Fine.”

Jay hummed sympathetically. “You got a premiere at Grauman’s tonight, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Thea swallowed. “Really not looking forward to it, if I’m honest.”

“Let me go with you,” Jay suggested. “We could be girlfriends.”

“What?”

Thea knew that Jay was out, of course, though she couldn’t have told you when exactly that happened. Possibly the cliché of a six-foot-one woman with short hair and flannel shirts had taken care of that for Jay.

“I could go with you to your premiere, as your girlfriend. If you wanted.” Jay sounded way too casual for what she was suggesting.

…oh. That was because it wasn’t real. Jay must’ve read the press and was offering her solidarity as a fellow queer, single woman. Thea tried not to be too disappointed. Really, it was a kind gesture. “You would do that?”

“Yes, Thea.”

“Okay. Yes, uh, I would like that, thank you.”

Jay laughed. “Awesome.”

“Uh, we’ll pick you up on the way?”

“It’s fine; I know I live the opposite way. I’ll just get a taxi and meet you there.”

Luckily, hair and make-up kept Thea occupied for the following four hours, or she would’ve likely torn her own hair out. As it was, she barely had time for fretting before she was scarfing down a meal and laced into her dress. And then it was time to go.

When she climbed out of the car, Thea spent a minute making sure her skirts were all sitting correctly and covering the significant bits. She’d loved the ballerina-inspired dress the moment she saw it, but it could go from ‘risky’ to ‘porn model’ with one wrong movement.

“Hey, Thea.”

Smiling, Thea looked. “Hi, Jay—“

Jesus. Jay was wearing a suit. That—for some reason, Thea had not expected that. Usually, the older woman was one for casual wear, no matter the event. It was a lot to take in for Thea’s poor brain.

It took her a moment to notice that Jay was talking. “—sure?”

“Huh?”

Jay nodded toward the gaggle of reporters trying to wave them over. “You sure you wanna talk to them?”

“That’s what we’re here for, right?” Thea asked, trying to smile.

Jay threw her an odd look but reached out to take her hand. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Thea was distracted enough by the feeling to not even mind when the cameras started flashing as soon as they approached.

“Today, we will see you star in a romantic comedy, but it seems you have found some love of your own,” the first reporter asked. “How did you two meet?”

Jay answered before Thea could. “Oh, we have the same mentor, you know. Even though we specialize in different genres, our paths have actually crossed quite often.”

A second reporter interjected: “And now, you two are dating?”

“Yes.” Jay let go of Thea’s hand, only to pull her in by her waist. Thea couldn’t help but melt into her, her own hand coming up to clutch the fabric of Jay’s suit jacked by instinct. Like this, even the reporters seemed almost friendly.

“Is that a new development?” Is she the reason you’re out?

It felt wrong that her first public relationship with a woman would be the actual fake one. Well. On Jay’s side, Thea reassured herself. She herself wasn’t lying, was she?

So she leaned forward and said into the mic: “Yes and no. I have admired Jay for a long time. She’s an amazing artist and an even better friend, honest and just so funny. I couldn’t believe it when she called me.”

The mic moved toward Jay. “You asked her out?”

“Yeah, I have eyes.” Jay’s answer was utterly deadpan and startled everyone into a laugh. “I never thought I had a chance until Thea came out, and even then… it’s still pretty unbelievable that she said yes.”

“Of course I did,” Thea told her immediately. The smile that Jay gave her in reply was so smitten, in once more confirmed why she was one of the great actresses of their generation.

Then the older woman cleared her throat. “Anyway, we’re here about a movie. Questions about that, please.”

Once they had dealt with all the questions and were safely inside the theater, Thea squeezed Jay’s hand where it was still gripping her hip. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Jay murmured, and, after a quick glance around, pressed a quick kiss into her hair. “You do look beautiful, by the way.”

Thea was pretty sure she would never stop blushing, and the evening was just getting started.

Usually, a showing like this meant endless self-criticism—she could’ve been a little more on beat here, her accent slipped there, her timing was atrocious—but tonight? Tonight she concentrated on the way laughter shook its way through Jay’s body, how the taller woman played with her hair in quiet moments and how she kissed Thea’s hair after her Big Emotional Scene in what was quickly becoming Thea’s favorite gesture.

They walked out arm-in-arm, chatting with various film critics and Thea’s co-workers. Thea felt drunk in a way that had nothing to do with champagne. So much touch in one evening…

It had to end eventually, though. The car was already waiting for her when they exited the theater through the backdoor.

A little desperate, Thea asked: “Let me drive you home?” The touches would stop as soon as they were out of sight, she knew, but she didn’t want to be alone just yet.

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

Jay slid into the seat right and?? She was still holding Thea close? Still pulling her against Jay’s warm body, still touching her tenderly, still looking at her like that—

“There are no photographers here,” Thea whispered.

“No, there aren’t.” Jay seemed to take that for an entirely different cue than it was because she tipped Thea’s chin up and pressed an excruciatingly gentle kiss to her lips.

“I wasn’t lying, you know, I’ve been wantin’ this,” she murmured when they pulled away, and oh, Thea was such a dumbass. Jesus.

“Me, too.” Finally, finally, she allowed herself to pull the other woman in by that thrice-damned tie, kissing her again because this—this was just for them.

(I’m taking prompts until the end of the year.)

#elareine writes #jaytim #scheduled post

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years ago

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Our Thing

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys. Here’s one of the two things I plan on writing. I consider all of you my Valentine’s since I never have one, so here’s something before the clock strikes 12.

Work Count: 2k

Warnings: Not yet proofread

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What? Of course, it’s a good idea! I’m the king of good ideas!”

Voices bounced off of the walls of the Brooklyn apartment building as Chad and CoCo walked side by side to the apartment at the end of the hallway.

The snow lining the sidewalks outside were typical of mid-February, giving Tasha more of a reason to stay inside on the cold Friday. But her friend insisted she leave the dark cocoon she had created for herself in her apartment just across the water in New Jersey.

Valentine’s Day was the designated time of the year to celebrate love. Chadwick had a reason to celebrate, but CoCo could no longer say the same. After months of turmoil and emotional abuse, she was a single woman again and dreading the mere thought of loving someone else. So, she planned to avoid all mentions of love and relationships for the foreseeable future. Even if that meant neglecting tradition.

“Look, Chad, we can celebrate on the 15th! This feels so...weird.”

“We celebrate Valentine’s Day together every year. We can’t skip out this year.”

“I feel like having a girlfriend is the perfect reason to miss a year,” CoCo deadpanned as they reached their intended destination. She could practically feel the excitement buzzing from the other side of the door in the form of Toni Braxton’s greatest hits so far, and started to feel bad for the woman she’d come face to face with for the first time.

“Why miss a year when we can celebrate together? And you get to meet my lady for the first time. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun my ass,” Tasha mumbled into the thick scarf around her neck, earning a look from Chadwick.

“Wanna share that with the class, Miss Greene?”

“Knock on the damn door!”

A muffled feminine voice announced that she was gearing up to answer the door adding to the uneasiness in the pit of CoCo’s belly. She knew that if she was on the other side of this encounter, seeing a woman with her boyfriend on date night would insight a riot.

When the door opened to reveal the woman she only knew as Jay, she was more than shocked at what met her. Jay was beautiful. Her slim figure came with a few curves to compliment her height. She was graceful beyond compare and impeccably dressed, making Tasha feel incredibly bland in comparison.

“Hi, baby,” Jay sang as she wrapped her arms around Chadwick and went in for a kiss. If Tasha had rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve fallen from her skull and rolled all the way back to New Jersey to beat her home. Catching wind of another presence, Jay offered a courteous smile.

“Oh, hi! Did he forget to give you a tip downstairs?”

“A tip,” CoCo asked, obviously offended and a bit confused.

“A tip for the cab ride. I know it was hell driving in this snow. Just let me grab my purse.”

Chadwick could see Tasha’s struggle to maintain her composure, her mouth opening and closing with words she couldn’t produce.

“You know what? I’m going home. Call me to let me know you got back to your place safely.”

“No, wait,” he exclaimed before grabbing Tasha’s elbow and pulling her back to her original spot despite her struggle to pull away. Noticing the commotion, Jay turned back to Chadwick and Tasha with her brows quirked in confusion.

“Am I missing something.”

“Nope. I’ll just take my tip and be on my w-”

“Jay, this is my best friend Tasha that I’ve been telling you about. Co, this is Jayme Dubois, my girlfriend.”

A brief and unpleasant stare off preceded a chipper energy shift as Jayme went in for a hug. “CoCo, how are you! I have heard so much about you.”

“Yeah well, don’t believe any of it,” CoCo forced out between fake laughter while she made faces at Chadwick over Jayme’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So, what brings you over? Do you have a date in this complex? I always knew white boy Rick liked Black women.”

“Actually, Muffin, I was thinking she could spend Valentine’s Day with us. It’s been tradition for us to spend the holiday together and we don’t wanna break it.”

“So you want Tasia -”

“It’s Tasha,” CoCo interrupted in the most obnoxious tone she could muster.

“Right...Tasha. You want Tasha to spend Valentine’s Day with us? Tonight? Even though this is a couple’s holiday? Couple as in two, mind you.”

“Yes, Jay. It would really mean a lot to me.”

Jayme looked between a visibly annoyed Tasha and the pleading eyes of her boyfriend before letting go of a long sigh and stepping aside to usher her companions for the night inside.

Tasha took in her surroundings and quietly marveled. Though small because what seemed to be standard in New York, Jayme’s dwelling was equal parts colorful and classic. Had she not started the interaction on such a bad note, Tasha would’ve complimented her on the statement couch that matched her ornate rug, but she kept it to herself out of spite.

“So since we have one more, what are our plans for the night, honey bear?”

Chadwick caught the slight scrunch in CoCo’s face and ignored it to refrain from explaining the embarrassing nickname. “Well, we can still go see Definitely, Maybe like you wanted, but instead of dinner in the park, Tasha got us a reservation at this really nice Italian spot in the city.”

“I called in a favor from work. It was no big deal.”

Jayme disregarded CoCo’s smile as she took a sip from her water bottle and sat on the arm of the chair Chadwick occupied. Her hands rubbed patronizing circles around his shoulders and back, forcing Tasha to look away to save the awkward moment.

“Well, it seems like you too already have this figured out, so I’ll just grab my coat. Do you have any more suggestions, CoCo?”

“Nooope.” Tasha sang the word through gritted teeth forced into a smile. Chadwick gave her a sympathetic look before helping Jayme into her coat and ushering each woman safely out of the building.

Tasha remained the front wheel of the tricycle, preferring to stay in front of the couple to refrain from looking like the unwanted third party. With every audible kiss and nauseatingly affectionate gesture, CoCo felt her heart tighten. It wasn’t seeing Chadwick with another woman that had her fighting back tears in the theatre. She needed the sight to push her feelings for him to the furthest corner of her mind. It was the pain of knowing that she had just detached from one of the worst situations in her life, yet wanted to be with him to cure the loneliness she felt.

If she had it her way, she’d cry it out until the work week resumed on Monday in the comfort of her own home, but continued to engage in the conversation when the moment presented itself to appease Chadwick.

In a restaurant full of couples, Jayme, Chadwick, and Tasha were the only threesome in the center of the establishment. Nervous energy characterized the silence left behind when Chadwick excused himself to the restroom, leaving the women in his life to avoid eye contact.

Relief came in the form of a stout waiter visiting the table to collect dinner orders. Without realizing that the order would be incomplete without the third member of the group, the women ordered traditional dishes and wine for the table.

“And the young man? What will he have?”

“Oh! Ummm, I’m not sure,” Jayme responded as she fumbled through the menu. “Maybe you could come back in a few minutes?”

“He’ll have the Parmigiana w/ Pasta, but please be light on the sauce. He gets heartburn from all the tomatoes.”

The waiter took heed of Tasha’s warning before walking away, leaving Jayme to burn a hole in the top of Tasha’s head while she sorted through emails on her cell phone.

“How long did you say you and Chadwick have been friends?”

“Since Fall 1996. So coming up on 13 years,” Tasha answered, looking up to find an indecipherable look on Jayme’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just - you know him so well. His favorite candy, where he likes to sit in the theatre, what he eats at certain restaurants. I don’t know if I can keep up.”

The process of finding the right words to assure Jayme, Chadwick returned to the table and unknowingly ended the conversation before it could truly begin.

“Never in my life did I think I’d have to stand in line to use the men’s restroom. I applaud y’all for doing that,” he complained as he took his seat. “Has the waiter come back for orders yet?”

“He did actually. Tasha got you Parmigiana w/ Pasta.” Jayme secretly hoped that Chadwick would reject the choice and ask for a second go at the ordering process. She was met with the complete opposite.

“Hell yeah!” His fist met Tasha’s across the table in his childlike excitement. “I love that shit.”

“Language, honey bear.”

“Sorry, Muffin.”

“Wow,” Tasha whispered to herself, unaware that the others around the table could hear her.

“Did you want to say something, Tasha?”

“Noooope.”

The table fell silent to give way to the idle chatter in the area around them. Chadwick looked between his girlfriend and best friend trying to find a way to get them to interact with each other cordially.

“So, Co, Jayme has been trying to get into basketball lately.”

“Oh really.” Tasha was clearly uninterested as she continued to read emails on her phone from weeks ago. A subtle kick underneath her table made her look up and noticed Chadwick’s non-verbal urging for her to at least pretend to care. “Which team are you interested in, Jayme?”

“I really like the Nets! Trenton Hassell to be exact.”

“Do you? Because he averages less than two points a game. There’s not much to like.”

“Trenton is your friend’s boyfriend right, Jay?”

“Does it matter now? Tasha basically called him a bad player.”

“Not bad, per se. He’s terrible. That’s a better adjective.”

“Oh-kay,” Chadwick interjected to end the escalating conversation. “Jay, how’s work at the fashion house going?”

“Ugh, it is amazing! We got some new pieces last night and they are beautiful. Maybe you could come browse one day, Tasha. Style can always use an update.”

“I consider myself more Maxine than Regine. Thanks though. I’m sure the pieces are nice.”

Tasha successfully contained her laughter at Jayme’s expression, feeling her first surge of happiness for the day.

Chadwick felt helpless as the night continued and each attempt at joining two of his favorite women ended in a snarky comment or shady look. Dinner provided a welcome activity that didn’t require group conversation, giving him the opportunity to cater to each woman. The longer they sat and contemplated grabbing cheesecake inside the restaurant or settling for ice cream on the way home, the more he could feel Jayme disconnecting.

“Muffin, do you want the strawberry cheesecake for here or to go,” he asked as she slid her coat from the back of her chair and collected her purse.

“Actually, I don’t feel so well, honey bear. I’m gonna head home.”

“What? So soon? We didn’t even get to dessert.”

Tasha watched Jayme put on her best “sick” face and gagged internally at Chadwick falling for the charade. Jayme was far from physically sick. If she was feeling anything, it was annoyance at the fact that her boyfriend’s best friend had spent the most romantic night of the year taking the attention from her.

“Well, let me walk you outside and wait for the cab to come.”

“Thank you, honey bear.” Jayme accepted Chadwick’s help into her coat, purposely ignoring Tasha until the last second. “Good night, Tasha. Maybe we’ll see each other for another occasion. Hopefully in a less...crowded environment.”

Tasha released a short chuckle before plastering on a fake smile, “Right. I’ll pencil you into my calendar.”

Jayme offered another fake smile and nod before leading the way out of the restaurant into the Brooklyn streets.

“I’ll pencil you in and the erase that shit. Fuck her.”

Time started to drag as she sat at the table alone, looking more foolish with three plates crowding her space than playing seat warmer for the world’s cutest couple. A glance out of the window gave her access to the tail end of Jayme’s departure. Her inability to peel her eyes away from the private moment showed her two things: Chadwick was far more interested in Jayme than she was in him, and she was clearly upset despite the kiss and hug she provided before disappearing into the backseat of her taxi.

Moments later, Chadwick took the seat directly across from Tasha and sighed.

“Go ahead. Tell me that you told me so.”

“I’m not gonna say that friend,” Tasha smiled. “All I’ll say is you’re gonna need one of these cheesecakes to go because mama is PISSED.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so. But, I’m here to help with gift ideas to make up for this dumbass idea. And I ordered us dessert.”

Chadwick’s ear perked at the sound of a sugar rush to end a night full of terrible decisions. “Did you get the cookie thing with the-”

“The vanilla bean ice cream on top? C’mon now! You know me!” Without hesitation, the pair completed their signature handshake before sitting back in their seats. “Sorry for ruining your date, Aaron. I’ll pay the tab as a peace offering.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I’ll make it up to her. You know there’s a reason she calls me honey bear.”

“Gross. Please, don’t finish that sentence. And what the fuck is Muffin? Are you a white TV dad now?”

Chadwick’s deep belly laugh at CoCo’s expense continued until their shared dessert was placed between them. Instructing Tasha to pick up her spoon, Chadwick began a pseudo-toast.

“To another Valentine’s Day spend together and many more to come!”

Their spoons clinked together in solidarity before the argument of who would get which portion of the cookie began, ending the most romantic day of the year the only way they knew how: together.

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chokeonmydickgrayson · 6 years ago

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Headcanon #12

Taking the Batfam home to meet your Family.

Dick:

You’d probably have to tell him about twenty times on the ride there to keep his hands to himself, not even a little hand holding in front of your parents. (Lord knows how eager he is to have his hands on you at all times, though honestly you never mind it. You’re father however would slaughter him at the sight of any physical contact between the two of you and you were not going to be splitting up any fights tonight.)

Though Dick, being the playful idiot he was, would probably ignore your warnings. He’d slickly let his hands linger on yours as he’d pass you things around the house, subtitly winking to you as he did so. It makes your heart beat skip and draws a smirk to your lips, you loved his playfulness.

Other then his occasional defiance of the whole hands to yourself rule, he’d be a down right proper gentleman.

Before dinner he’d help your mother in the kitchen with the food, prepping the vegetables, setting and removing the pot roast from the oven, even grabbing her the various bottles of spices she collects and keeps stores up on the top shelves (which she can’t reach for the life of her and is to stubborn to move no matter how many times you and your father beg her to). Once he leaves the room your mother would most likely grab your arm and smack you lightly questioning instantly about plans of a wedding. “Your not getting any younger Y/N and neither am I! I want my damn grandbabies! He’s gentle, he can cook and he’s got the looks” she’d wink with a shake of the hips before giving a chuckle when youd flush red and burry your face in your palms “im just sayin’...the way he looks at you is the same way your father looked at me when we used to date...It’s clear he really loves you sweetheart.”

During dinner he’d probably be seated next to you. He’d probably let his leg rest against yours as he ate, he remembering to use those billionaire manors Alfred and Bruce instilled in him. It warmed your heart at how hard he truly was trying to impress your parents, you’d probably have to repay him the favor after dinner. He’d do his best to impress the table with some quirky banter and after the meal he’d be the first to excuse himself to help clear the table and help with the dishes. (Geh you almost wished he did the dishes at home. You’d give a chuckle and roll your eyes at just how much of a kiss ass he was being, but you thought it was cute.)

After dinner he’d probably try an attempt to spend time with your father. He was positive he had your mother’s approval but, he needed to know your father approved of him as well. It would come in hand one day when he asked for your hand in marriage. He’d probably sit back on the couch diagonal from your fathers recliner and watch the football game with him, he making small talk about the games plays. (As much as Dick enjoyed sports he never got to watch them, with your ever busy life styles sitting home and lounging in front of the tv watching Sunday night football was never an option). Your father knowing what Dick was doing would be the least bit interested in what he had to say. He’d give a sigh and mute the game, not making eye contact as he spoke “if you wanna brown nose my ass kid, your fucking shitty at it. Let me just save you the trouble, i will never approve of anyone that my little girl brings into this house, I know what a young guy like yourself wants with a beautiful girl like my daughter, I was your age once too.” He’d probably sip at a bottle of beer, before placing it on the coffee table in front of him leaning in closer for Dick to meet his eyes. “That being said, you make my little girl happier than I’ve ever seen her. You’ve made it further than anyone else she’s ever dated, no one else has made it into this house” he’d hum fingers rubbing at the short kept black beard on his chin. “You must be special to her...you two got pet names?” He’d ask Dick through squinted eyes, to which Dick unsure how to answer would blurt no. A bluff, your father could smell it a mile away. “What do bees make?” To which a very confused dick would blink and answer back “wait? What? Um, Honey?” You’d hear the word honey and poke your head through the kitchens serving window and respond with “Yeah baby?” Dick would turn bright red in the face and your father would hum with satisfaction, leaning himself back into his chair with his beer, returning the tv volume back to normal “your a shitty liar, you’ll do I guess”

Jason:

Jay wasn’t the most polished of all guys, sure he knew manners but more times than not he’d never use them. You’d beg him to at least try and act like he was raised in a damn house and not like a hood rat raised in the gutters of Gotham. He’d probably take notice of how important this was to you and do his best to comply. You debated telling him to be careful with how much physical contact he’d put out, but you knew it’d be a waste of your breath to even try.

His palms would be damp most likely out of nerves (but hell if he’d admit that to anyone.) You’d slide your hand into his regardless of the sweat, and knot your fingers together giving him a gentle reassuring squeeze “you’ll be fine, no matter what happens tonight i will still love you” you’d whisper to him leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He’d appreciate that more than he’d be able to express.

While you and your mother begin to cook dinner, Jason would be sat on a chair in the kitchen most likely findling with his phone doing some type of “work”. Generally unless spoken to, he wouldn’t speak which could problematically be seen as rude. Your mother would most likely eye you over with disapproval and annoyance motioning to the phone in his hand. Moms are gonna mom. You’d sigh and call his name, evoking an immediate response of “what?” You cringing at the tone. Throughly to be clear you’re not cringing due to the toughness of his tone, but from the fact that you knew his response was going to catch a bit of lash back. You’d just take a breath and hand him a carrot and a peeler. He’d look at you with a brow raised before looking down at the carrot “am I suppose to freaking chop it or something?” He’d ask honestly unknowing that some people did in fact peel the top layer of a carrot off. You’d just snort a bit to his response you not thinking anything out of ordinary it. With a gentle shove of the shoulder you’d take the carrot back and demonstrate proper peeling procedures before handing it back “think you can handle that Mr tough guy? If not I got some heavy dishes in need setting up that have your name engraved right on ‘em” you’d tease. Your mothers eyes would watch the two of you more eased by the way he reacted to you, however her impression so far wasn’t the best. Once he’d finished peeling the carrots and had left the kitchen your mother would pull you aside and voice her concerns. “I know you love him Y/N but are you sure he’s good for you? I mean I can see what you see in him” she’d pause watching him as he set the table. There was no denying Jason was one gorgeous man, the honest to god total bad boy packag. Stunning body build, beautiful piercing blue eyes, and that irritatingly gorgeous dark hair with that one white pinstrip. God you couldn’t help but watch him as well. You could have spent the rest of the night just fantising about what you’d do for him later if your mother had not stopped you. “I’m just saying baby, think about it before you make any choices. You say he treats you well, and I can’t be one to disagree, I just don’t appreciate the foul mouth and the attitude. He clearly means a lot to you and you clearly mean a lot to him...maybe just try and smooth his edges out”

During dinner Jason would most likely take a seat next to you, however across from your father. At some point in your meal you’d ask “daddy could you pass me the salt?” Hey, you were still young and your father was one of the most important figures of your life. Your father would reach forward his hand overlapping onto Jason’s, confusion and anger splaying over his face. Jason had unintentionally without paying attention as well reached to hand you the salt, seeing as how sometimes you could be guilty of calling him by the same name during bedroom play. Your face would be bright red as you sink in your seat, Jay casually chewing the piece of meat in his mouth “oh wow, this is kinda awkward....Id love to give you an excuse for why I reached for the salt, but i got nada.....your daughter calls me daddy too.” He’d smirk.

There was no after dinner, your fathers top blew, you and Jason being kicked out of the house. Don’t worry, your father would leave Jason with fairwell parting gift, a good clip to the jaw....It’s safe to say your father does NOT approve of Jason and your mothers view point may be more skewed now. He’d look defeated and upset that he messed up tonight so badly but how could you stay mad at him. Your family could be difficult there was a reason you didn’t come around much yourself. You’d just press yourself into his torso planting soft kisses there “I’m proud that you at least gave it your best shot Jay, but i hope ya don’t have hopes of ever being called Daddy again after tonight.”

Tim:

You would have zero concerns about taking Tim home to meet your family. He was respectful, smart, and handsome, he was everything you look for in the boy you bring home to mom and dad. You were excited for your family to finally meet him, you’d only chewed your mothers ear off endlessly about the amazing boy you’ve been blessed with, you couldn’t wait to flaunt him off.

Tim however, would be a nervous wreck. He’d probably ask Bruce about a thousand times how he should act and what he should say. He didn’t want to blow this, you mean the world to him, he’d hate for you to leave him over a small screw up. He’d be so nervous he’d practice the phrase “Hi Mr and Mrs Y/L/N I’m Tim, it’s nice to meet you” about a thousand times. You’d notice his jitters and would let your palm slip innocently against his lap, softly petting his upper thigh. “Relax Tim, you’re over thinking it. We’re just grabbing dinner with my folks, just be the Tim Drake I fell in love with, he’s the best guy I know” you’d tell him. I’d do wonders for his nerves.

Before dinner Tim would be attentive and helpful in the kitchen, he’d start cooking right along side your mother as if he were part of the family. (Which you were glad he felt that way) Your mother would love how eager Tim was to learn her cooking methods, even if he was a terrible cook. It was an A for effort from her. Youd crack a grin and watch as he used the might of those finely toned muscles of his to mash the potatoes. He’d look so adorable in your mothers apron, his tongue greased our past his lips in the corner as he really focused on the task at hand. You’d give a smile while your mother wasn’t looking and dab a bit of potato on his nose kissing his cheek softly. Nobody but you and Tim has to know about that. She’d smile when he walked out of the room, she watching him take his time to set out the table out in the dining room. “You were right Y/N, when your right your right. I didn’t believe you when you said you’d found the perfect guy but I can’t argue with you! He’s a little cutie pie, you two are adorable together hunny. He must really love you to go through all this trouble tonight, you’re very lucky.” She was right, you watched him with practically heart shaped eyes. You were incredibly lucky.

Dinner would go fairly smooth. He’d do his best to help clean up after dinner, though he’d end up making bigger mess in the kitchen so your mother would banish him from her realm.

After dinner he’d sit with your father, though Tim being the shy guy he was didn’t really have much to say. He didn’t give a damn about sports, the only thing Tim could talk about that he and your dad had in common would be you. He’d clear his throat and rub his palms nervously on his pant legs he clearing his throat “S-sir....i know I’m not the hippest guy on the block and I get it if you’d rather your daughter date someone cooler than me...but I can promise you I’m never gonna do anything wrong by her. She means a lot to me and I’m sorry I don’t have much else to say, I don’t think other than Y/N we really have anything in common” he’d nervously laugh “but I can tell you that I love her and I promise every day I fight to be a better me so she can have best me possible.” He’d say eyes locking with your fathers.

Your father would take in a deep breath and look Tim over once or twice not saying a word, turning his attention back to the tv. He’d pass a beer over to Tim cracking it open. “You’re an okay kid” he’d say pounding back a good swing of that alcohol before slamming the can down on the table “but if you’re lying to me and you break my baby girls heart I’m gonna break your damn knee caps” Hey, if ya don’t make the threat are you really her father? All jokes aside your father would absolutely approve. He’d pull you aside after he’d shaken poor Tim’s ass and whisper into your ear “don’t tell him i want him to fear me a bit, but I approve sweetie, you picked a good guy.”

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wolfywrites · 6 years ago

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Babysitting Adventures with Uncle Red

Pairing: Jason Todd/Own OC, Kori/Roy Harper

Warnings: A bit of swearing

A/N: It started with a prompt about babysitting and then a friend mentioned a little kid demanding to be called a captain after watching a pirate movie. Soon it spiraled into this drabble

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Jason Todd walked over to grab his cell phone off the nightstand by the bed, groaning softly at the caller ID blaring brightly. He carefully pulled away from the woman curled up against his chest, shifting his weight to sit at the edge of the bed.

“What do you want Roy? It’s way too early for you to get into superhero trouble for me to bail you out, plus it's my night off to chill.” Jason muttered under his breath, glancing behind him to see if he disturbed the women still asleep.

“Well, …it’s not superhero related exactly. But I do need a huge favor, Jaybird.” Roy replied, rubbing his neck sheepishly as Jay sighed.

“What exactly. Is the favor you have in mind. And it better not be anything stupid again. Took me a week before Sera was talking to me again from the last time one of his favors came into play.” Jay muttered angrily.

“I need you to babysit Lian for me today.”

“…”

“Come on Jaybird. You said you would babysit Lian for me at least once.”

“…”

“Jaybird? You still there?”

“…”

“I know I’m getting a look right now, but I really need this favor. Cheshire dropped Lian off unexpectedly and I have a date planned with Kori tonight.” Roy quickly explained before Jay could hang up on him.

“So, you call me at 3 in the fucking morning to ask me. You couldn’t have-.”

“Lian is selling girl scout cookies.”

“Drop her off in the morning and there better be thin mints.” Jay agreed easily.

“You got a deal Jaybird.” Roy happily cheered before hanging up himself.

Jay groaned softly and rubbed his tired eyes, muttering, “I am in so much trouble in the morning. Oh well, Sera won’t be to mad if Lian is selling girl scout cookies.” He set his phone on the nightstand and settled down beside Sera, tucking her back against his chest.

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Jay slowly blinked awake at an excited squeal and the smell of pancakes cooking. He groaned softly as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Guess Lian’s here but go greet the little squirt and see how mad Sera is.”

He stood up and cautiously peeked out the room for Lian and her deadly bow. He silently cursed Roy getting her that nerf bow for Christmas last year since she has the same aiming skills as her father and adopted uncle. She never missed a shot with it and he was usually the target of her terror. He slipped out the room and made his way toward the living room, spotting Lian perched in a chair beside Sera cooking. He smiled slightly at the sight and leaned against the doorway to watch.

Sera smiled softly at Lian and giggled softly as Lian rambled on excited about all the things she was hoping to do with her Uncle Red. She flipped another pancake onto a plate that held a stack already and nodded along to Lian’s rambling. “Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something fun to do once your uncle is awake. But you did remember to write down my order for thin mints correct?”

“Yep! Got it right here on the paper. Of course, Uncle Red’s is there too because he loves thin mints too.” Lian grinned excitedly as she showed the purchase list to Sera. She hopped down from the chair and scurried over to the kitchen table to take the plate from Sera.

“Alright. And if Peter would like breakfast too then he should stop lingering in the doorway and come sit his butt down at the table.” Sera called, glancing over her shoulder toward Jay’s position.

Jay winced at the use of his middle name and softly cursed knowing he was in serious trouble if Sera was using it. He quickly claimed his seat at the table and made a face at Lian when she giggled at him. He glanced up as Sera slid into her seat across from him and silently took the plate she offered him. “Sooo… How much trouble am I in?” Jay questioned as they ate.

“Depends on when you found out you were babysitting,” Sera replied quickly.

“Roy called at 3 this morning.”

“Hmm, and it is now 6 at night. I and Lian will be crashing in our room then. You’ll be sleeping on the couch as punishment.” Sera said.

Jay blinked up at her and stared as her words processed through his brain. “The hell? How come I have to sleep on the couch when there’s a spare room down the damn hall.”

“That’s 50 cents in the swear jar Uncle Red,” Lian called as she hopped down from the chair. Jay paused in his ranting to stare at his niece and Lian held up a mason jar halfway full of loose dollar bills and coins. She shook the jar at him and grinned widely as she held it out for him to drop some coins in.

“Lian is raising money to purchase a new bow. So, she created the swear jar. Her father has supplied plenty of money already, but she brought it here to see if she can get some money added from her Uncle Red.” Sera explained, smirking as Jay dropped his head onto the table.

“Come on Uncle Red, he has to play up or I’ll keep shaking the jar by him,” Lian said sweetly, shaking the jar harder for emphasis on her threat.

Jay groaned and pushed away from the table to go find his wallet. “Alright alright, I’m going to get it. Stop with the shaking. Now, how about a movie instead of annoying me.” Jay called back to his niece.

Lian grinned and bounced, yelling, “PIRATE MOVIE! I WANNA WATCH THE PIRATE MOVIE!”

Sera tilted her head in question and glanced up at Jay when he returned with the cash for the jar. He chuckled softly and tugged the “Pirates of the Caribbean” from his stack of movies on the coffee table. He popped the movie into the DVD player and yelped when Lian darted past him to claim a seat on the couch.

“Alright, kid have fun while the adults have a chat,” Jay said, ruffling her hair as he passed her.

Lian nodded quickly and focused on the movie playing as Jay reclaimed his seat in front of Sera. Lian grinned widely at the antics of Jack Sparrow and giggled as he danced around with his jar of dirt. She blinked up at Jay when he dropped into the seat beside her and smile as she snuggled down beside Jay.

Jay smiled slightly and leaned back against the couch. He shifted Lian to sit in his lap and tugged Sera to sit beside him instead of at the other end of the couch. Sera tucked her feet under her and smiled slightly.

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“Lian it’s time for your bath,” Sera called on her search for Lian. She rested her hands on her hips and looked around the apartment. “Alright, where is she, missy.”

Jay chuckles and says, “Sorry babe but Lian isn't answering to that.”

“And what is the young girl answering to?”

“Well, Captain Lian has demanded that she does not require a bath and will continue to hide until the British Fleet gives in,” Jay said, smirking as Sera rubbed her temples. “Ey, this is what I have to deal with when I shop her the movie every time. Your turn to figure it out.”

Sera drummed her fingers along her arm and leaned her weight on one leg as she rested her hand on her hip. “Alright well since Captain Lian states she doesn’t want to take a bath then this captain won’t get any treasure.”

“A pirate captain needs her treasure. I want treasure.” Lian called, popping up from behind the couch and exposing her hiding place. Sera smirked at Jay as Lian took off toward the bathroom and blew a kiss at his stunned face as she followed Lian.

“Well, I’ll be damned. She actually got the squirt to take a bath.” Jay muttered.

“THAT’S ANOTHER QUARTER IN THE JAR!” Lian yelled from the bathroom. Jay groaned softly and shuffled toward the kitchen where the jar was currently sitting. He eyed the level of cash in the jar and dropped in the quarter, muttering, “She’s almost got it full to the top.”

He glanced at the hall and dropped in a few more dollars just in case he slipped again while Lian and the jar were still at the apartment. He stretched out her back and hummed softly as he started cleaning up around “Captain Lian’s” pillow fort. He smiled softly as he cleaned and glanced up at a squeal and excited laughter.

Lian ran in, holding the end of a borrowed shirt up, and ducked behind Jay. She giggled loudly and peeked around him as he glanced down at her in question. Lian pointed to the hall and Sera tapped her foot as she stopped in the doorway, soaking wet from being pulled into the tub.

“A certain Captain decided to abandon ship and give reigns to a new captain. Now one treasure then maybe a song and finally bedtime. Am I clear crew?” Sera asked the two of them.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Jay and Lian chorused together as they saluted Sera. She nodded firmly and turned back to the hall to go change as Lian and Jay snickered softly. Jay chuckled softly and lead Lian to the kitchen to get her treat and high fived her.

Lian smiled widely as she carried her plate to the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed once Sera had let them in after she was finished changing. Sera settled in beside Lian and took the offered cookie, smiling softly as Lian wiggled closer to her. Lian happily snacked on her cookies as Jay acted out one of her storybooks she brought over and yawned widely after the third book.

“Ahh looks like the young cabin girl is getting sleep. How about a song then?” Sera softly asked. Lian nodded slowly and laid down as Sera tucked the blanket around her tighter. Jay sat on the open side of the bed and smiled softly as Sera began to sing. Lian curled up against Sera’s side and slowly nodded off to the soft lullaby.

“Out like a light. Could never get her to sleep that quickly.” Jay whispered as Sera gently adjusted Lian, so she could lay down.

“Well, it’s simple really. I’ve had to help raise Alice and Angel. I have more experience with kids.” Sera mumbled softly, nodding off herself.

Jay smiled softly and lightly kissed Sera’s forehead when she dozed off fully. “Maybe someday in the future, we’ll have our own kids.” He softly mumbled to himself before settling down to sleep as well.

#jason todd #roy harper #lian harper #own oc #babysitting #dc universe

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new-to-this123 · 6 years ago

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Emptiness

As per requested

Hello, can you do a imagine where the reader and Zach are dating but she's very depressed (but never show it) and when he find out that she was planning to kill herself he freaks out and tell her how much he loves her and she gives up because loves him to

Zach Dempsey X Reader

Warning: mentions of suicide, swearing

Word count: 1493

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~~~~Journal Entry~~~~

Thursday April 13, 2017

i'm a lucky girl. My parents are rich, i lived in a mansion, im a straight A student, i'm captain of the cheer team, all the boys want me, even though i'm taken by none other than Zach Dempsey, every girl wants to look and be like me. I have everything! My family loves me, my parents are still together, and it looks like i'm gonna follow in Jay and Jordan, my older brothers, footsteps, and go to Stanford. I mean my dad already told me i was going to get accepted. But i don't know. I just don't feel like i belong on this planet. In this universe. In this lifetime. I have everything but i'm depressed. I want to die. I’m never really happy. And it's not like i can just tell my parents, they'd tell me i was wrong and that i'm ok and that i have no reason to be depressed. And i can't tell zach, id scare him off. So here i am dealing with this alone. Anyways i guess ill stop being a big suck and go to sleep

~~~~End Journal Entry~~~~

Text:

Loverboy: Good morning babe! I hope you slept well and had great dreams. i just wanted to let you know that i can't wait to see you today and i love you so much. And i miss you too! Even though i saw you yesterday lol I love you Y/N! Y/N: awe thanks boo! I love you and miss you too and i can't wait to see you too!! :* Loverboy: Wanna ride together? Or do you wanna meet at school? Y/N: IDK i think my Rolls-Royce Phantom Serenity beats your audi! Lol lol lol :P Loverboy: so you can pick me up then, little miss perfect ;) Y/N: me and my perfect car will pick up my perfect boyfriend in 5 minutes :)

You left your house, got in your car, plugged your aux cord into your phone and blasted “crossroads” by I Prevail as you headed to zachs. He was outside waiting for you.

“Well good morning handsome” you said as zach sat down

“Well good morning beautiful” zach replied hugging you and kissing your lips.

You drove to school listening to your music, holding zachs hand.

You got to school, got out your car when justin and and bryce walked up to you guys.

“Wow your parents let you take this to school??” Bryce asked looking at your car

“There's not much my parents wont let me do” you said with a smile on your face, deep down you hated it. The fact that you could get away with murder and your parents would still think of you as a saint.

“That car looks like it cost a lot” justin exclaimed looking at the car.

“Roughly 1 million dollars” you replied, hating the fact that you knew he came from nothing and here you are driving a million dollar car.

“What kind of car is that?” Scott asked as he walked up to you guys, with jeff.

“It's a Rolls-Royce Phantom Serenity. Not lets stop gawking over Y/N car and go” zach answered taking your hand leading everyone to the school.

Everyone said Hi and Good morning to you, like always, as you walked into school. You secretly hated it, but whatever, that comes with being the “Happy Popular girl” that you were! You headed to your locker, grabbed your books and headed to your first class.You were happy that it was friday because that meant half day. Only half a day to deal with all these dumbasses, you had to call your peers. Some days you were impressed that you managed to keep your anger and hatred and depression under lock and key as well as you did.

Finally the bell rang signaling it was home time.

Text:

Loverboy: Hey beautiful, got practice so i'll catch a ride with one of the guys. I love you. And i'll see you tonight or tomorrow. Y/N: Have fun i love you

You drove home, not sure what you were feeling. You wanted the emptiness and confusion you felt inside of you to go away. You hated it. You got home and went to your room.

~~~~Journal Entry~~~~

Friday April 14, 2017

I'm so hurt. I don't even know why. I just wanna die. I think, i think i might actually try and kill myself. I'm over feeling lost and alone. And empty. The emptiness is driving me insane. Literally. I'm going crazy over how empty i feel. I love my family and i love zach, but i just can't seem to shake this loneliness away. The fact that everyone likes me drives me insane. I hate the fact that they all like me, and they think i'm some saint. I'm not a saint. I hate being known as the smiley happy girl. Urg here i am ranting again. Feels like im doing this a lot lately. Ranting about everything. About my life. My oh so perfect life.

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You sat on your bed looking at your journal crying. “Why do i feel like this all the time? WHY?” you thought to yourself. You laid down, and cried yourself to sleep! You were woken up by your mother's voice.

“ hey Y/N how was school?”

“Oh hey mom.” you said sitting up. “ school was ok. Whats up?”

“Your father and i are leaving, for a few weeks. A business trip”

“When do you leave?”

“Right away. Im sorry it's last minute. But your father is waiting for me in the car. We love you, be good, and your brothers are just a phone call away, if you need anything.”

Your mom walked out your room, not even looking back. You didn't want to be alone this weekend, not with the mindset you had, but didn't want to pester zach to come over. So you called your oldest brother, Jordan.

“Hey what's up sis, you're on speaker” jordan said

“Hey monster” jay said. He had always called you that.

“Hey guys. I was wondering what you were up to this weekend?”

“Partying” your brothers said in unison.

“Would you be willing to come home?” you asked

“Why?” Jay asked

“Because mom and dad left and their gone for who knows how long. And i just dont want to be alone.”

“Call up zach” Jordan said

“Please guys”

“No way man! You'll be fine! It's not the first time you've been alone and it won't be the last. We dealt with it and you can too.” Jay said almost annoyed

“Ya but you had each other and me! Im ALONE.. Please”

“Y/N stop. You'll be fine! We aren't coming!” Jay replied

“Jordan” you said, before being cut off by Jay

“Bye Y/N” and jay hung up.

You started crying. You hated everything right now. Your parents always being gone, your brothers for being assholes, everyone for thinking you were oh so perfect. You were done waiting for life to be better. You were done waiting for your thoughts to get better. You were gonna fix everything. You went to your bathroom and ran a bath. You went to your parents room and found your dad's razor blades. You walked back to your room, crying. You sat in the tub, fully dressed, holding the razor blade in your hand. You were crying, and didn't hear the door of the bathroom open.

“Y/N what the fuck???” zach yelled

He ran up to you and took the razor blade out of your hand.

“Why? Why would you do this?” zach asked crying

“Why why are you here?” you asked

“Jordan called me. Said you called him and and were practically begging them to come home and he wanted me to come check on you because he was worried.” Zach answered. “And now i see why”

“I'm sorry” you said as zach helped you out the tub.

“Babe, come here” zach said pulling you into a hug.

“I'm so sorry. I'm just.. I'm just so sad. All the damn time. And i hate it. I want to make everything just go away.” you cried

“I love you so much Y/N and im always here for you. Why didn't you tell me any of this?” zach asked you

“I don't know how to. I didn't want to bring you down. I’m fucked up ok?”

“No no NO Y/N you're not. You just need help. And i'm gonna help you get it. When you're ready.” Zach told you, getting you some dry pjs.

He helped you get dressed and led you to your bed.

“Zach i promise, i won't ever do it again.” you said laying down in bed, zach climbing in behind you holding you close.

“I love you Y/N, Never forget that” zach kissed your head, and you both fell asleep.

#zach dempsey #zach dempsey x reader #justin foley #marcus cole #bryce walker #montgomery de la cruz #monty de la cruz #scott reed #jeff atkins #clay jensen #tony padilla #ryan shaver #alex standall #tyler down #13rw #13 reasons why #13rw imagine

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years ago

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180 of 2022

Where were you three hours ago?

Snoring in my bed. Or not. Certainly I was in my bed, though.

Were you with anyone?

With my husband, but he has early shift at work today and so he got up at 4:30.

Have you had anything alcoholic in the last 24 hours?

Yeah, Lindemans beer. Raspberry flavour this time. Been looking for it in our shops, found it in France. Which is hilarious because it’s a Belgian brand.

Are you wearing shoes right now?

Yeah, these white Converse-like shoes, but mine are of the Fila brand. I love them.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

Too lazy to check up who it actually is.

Are they a relative?

Pretty sure they’re not.

Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

If ever, then only with Nielsje because he’s a wonderful person.

Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you?

Commented me? This is not beauty contest.

When was the last time you saw a movie in theaters?

Oh my God, I hate all these movie questions. So irrelevant.

When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

Yesterday evening.

Has anyone called you beautiful today?

No, but I’m alone at home and going out soon, so.

Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust?

No. If you break my trust, you’re out.

Does drama seem to follow you everywhere?

No, I follow drama. With popcorn.

Do you feel like anyone is playing mind games with you right now?

Yeah, I have such a feeling about this guy I like, although on his side it’s probably unintentional. I often wonder how much does he actually know about my feelings for him? Could be more than he shows. Much more.

How would you feel if your best friend hooked up with your ex?

I’d love to see it, Nielsje is not the type of a person to sleep around, but Jay is, so it’s more likely. Besides, most of my friends are straight anyway.

How long did your last relationship last?

Before this one? About 4 years.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

I’m married already, what are you on about.

Does it make you uncomfortable to talk on the phone around people?

Not anymore.

Would you rather be 10 years older or 10 years younger?

Younger.

Have you ever kissed someone the same night your met them?

Nope, never. I’m not an easy person.

Do you bite your fingernails?

I do, all the time.

Would you consider yourself very flexible?

Depends on which meaning.

Do you embarrass easily?

Yes and no, it depends again. In general sense, no. In personal, yes.

Have you ever tried to talk your way out of getting a ticket?

No. Never had a ticket anyway.

Did it work?

N/A.

Have you ever been banned from anywhere?

Nope, but I have a friend who’s been banned from most bars in the city for aggressive behaviour.

Do you have a ringtone or do you leave your phone on vibrate?

Neither. It’s silent.

What was the last thing you drank from a mug?

Right now.

Were you born in the 90’s?

At the very beginning, 1990.

When was the last time you paid less than $1 for something?

I don’t remember, really.

Have you loaned anything out to anyone recently?

Not that I know of.

Are any of your siblings married?

Honestly, I don’t even know how is the situation between my sister and her girlfriend, but they’re not married for sure.

Who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house?

My husband because it’s also his house.

How many different picture ids do you have in your wallet?

Two because of double citizenship.

Do you have a hard time making decisions?

Yeah, I always overthink everything.

Has anyone kissed you when you weren’t expecting it?

Yes, my husband. Years ago.

Did you like it?

I was surprised, but yes.

Who was your date to senior prom?

No one.

Does your dad smoke?

He does, pretty much.

Is your mom over 50?

She’s almost 60, so yes.

Do you want to get married?

I’m married already.

Have kids?

Not in a million years. Kids are awesome, but I would be a terrible father.

Are there any movies coming out you wanna see?

I’m not interested in movies.

Do you have any plans to get a new tattoo or piercing?

Yes, two tattoos. I just need a written permission from my doctor.

Do you know anyone named Christine?

Yes, my ergotherapist.

Do you know anyone who’s biracial?

Not in person.

Do you know anyone who works at Walmart?

I don’t live in the States.

Has the last person you rode in a car with seen you in your underwear?

No, omg. It was that student. :x He’s really good-looking and a very nice person, but omg, no.

Are black bras sexy?

Not for me at least. I’m not into women, so I’m not interested in bras.

Spell your full name without ‘C’,‘I’,'R’, or 'Y’:

Joe. Oh how fun. (Not gonna share my last name anywhere on the internet, though)

Open the nearest book, turn to page 11, and type the first sentence:

All my books are moved to the bedroom, so no.

Are you currently listening to anything?

There’s TV in the background.

Would you ever consider getting breast implants?

I’m a male, why would I need breasts at all?

If you could spend 30 minutes with someone who’s gone, who would you pick?

My grandma.

Are you on birth control?

Tell me at least one reason why a gay dude would need one.

Do you know anyone who is bisexual?

Yeah, my sister.

Would you walk into Walmart naked for $10,000?

We don’t have Walmart in Europe. But even if we did, nope. I’m not desperate, plus I don’t think anyone would want to see it. XD

Does anyone call you babe?

Thankfully not, such names make me cringe hard. My husband, I suppose, is on the aro spectrum, so he’s not romantic and I prefer it that way.

Do you hate it when people try to play with your hair?

Yeah, I don’t like being touched at all, unless I’m close with someone.

Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity?

My sister. She was very accepting, but also curious how it feels to have sex with a man when you’re a man as well :P

Were you in a relationship 6 months ago?

I was freshly married.

Are you still with that person?

Of course.

Are you the kind of person who has crazy mood swings?

Yup. But you know what, I take Keppra for epilepsy and this medication is known for tough side effects, including drastic mood swings.

This is question 69…so have you ;)?

Unfortunately once and I hated it.

How long is it until your birthday?

A few months.

[survey by nadine07]

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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inchancesreallifebmoc · 7 years ago

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Jhype fic part 2

A/N hey guys some of you seemed to like the jhype fic/imagine so I decided to continue it give me some feed back on it

Pairing jhype and reader

Warnings none it’s pretty fluffy

RIIIIING!! I hear the phone go off next me waking me up. Suddenly I remember everything that happened last night. I look to my left and see Jhype still asleep next you me he look so peaceful and adorable. RIIIING!! The phone goes again and I hurry and pick it up . “Hello.” I answer “Hi yes miss y/ln.” “This is she.” “I was just calling to let you know Mr.Carter left something for you at the front desk.” The woman on the other side of the phone says. “Thanks for letting me know.” I say and with that I hang up and slide out of bed carefully not to disturb Jhype. I quickly get dressed and do some simple makeup and write a note incase he wakes while I’m gone.

Hey Jhype I’m downstairs getting some coffee and going to pick up something Nick left downstairs for me be back soon ❤️

I head down to the front desk to see what nicks left for me. “Hi Helen.” I say to the woman behind the desk I’ve come to know her in these last two months living here. “Hello sweetheart, your uncle left this for you.” She says and hands me a large yellow envelope. “Thanks.” I say as I head towards the breakfast area to grab coffee for jhype and I. I quickly fill to cups and go back to the elevator hoping to get back before jhype wakes.

*****************

“Hey I just saw you note.” Jhype says with a yawn as I walk back in my room dear Lord his just gotten up voice is insanely adorable. “Yeah I got you some coffee.” I say and place the cup on the night stand next to him “Thanks that was sweet of you. What’s up with the giant envelope?” He asks “Not sure Uncle Nick left it for me I think it may have to do with the promotion the shows given me.” “You’ve got a promotion?” He asks surprised and smiles “That’s amazing y/n what are you gonna be doing?” “Well Uncle Nick said basically consulting the production team on teenage girls.” I say opening the envelope “Guess we’re gonna find out now.” I say seeing it packet of papers inside has abcs offices official stamp. I read through and papers and see that not only will I be consulting the production team but I am officially on the production team. I also get my own office I can’t believe this has been an actual dream of mine. “I’m on the production team.” I tell Jhype in shock “Oh my God y/n that’s amazing I’m so happy for you he says and stands up to give me a hug. This is such a perfect moment I take a second to Thank God. "Well it’s 9:00 and I have to make sure all you boys are ready to go to rehearsals by 9:30 so I’m gonna make my rounds and you need to get back to your room.” “Yeah I’m gonna get going but I wanted to know if 8:00 is cool for tonight?” “Yeah perfect I’ll meet you down stairs at 8:00.” I tell him with a smile ****************

It’s about 10:30 I’ve made sure all the boys are at rehearsal. I stood longer than necessary to watch Jhype’s group rehearse. Now I’m on my way to the studio to meet uncle Nick, he said he’d be meeting me at 10:45 to show me my new office and be there to see my sign the contract he had given me this morning. I get there just in time and see him waiting “I’m so proud of you kid come this way.” He says and leads me down a hallway I follow him to a door that has MY NAME on the front. I try not so scream I’m so excited but wanna show him I’m mature and professional. I’m actually losing me shit how many 16 year old girls get to be on a production team. He opens the door and the inside is so beautiful I can’t believe it’s mine. There’s a giant sleek looking desk with a new computer, a giant book shelf and a huge picture window everything is super modern looking. There’s a lot of greys and silvers and white and it’s awesome.

Uncle Nick sees my face which must have a ridiculous expression on it and laughs “It’s your kid just sign the contract and it’s yours.” He says and I pull the envelope out of my bag. “Okay you get everything your agreeing to right y/n ? You’ve read and understand it all right?” He asks me “Yeah I get it if I spill anything to the internet ahead of schedule abc will be head me game of thrones style.” I say and laugh. “That’s the gist of it.” He says and hands me a pen from the cup of them on my new desk. I sit down turn to the last page then take the pen and sign my name with a happiness signing my name has never given me. “Okay its official first meeting is tomorrow afternoon kid.” He says after I finish. “ I’m really happy you get to have this experience y/n your gonna do great in this industry I can se it already and I vouched for you with these people so prove me to be right kid okay?” He says with a wink.

************* It’s 7:45 and I’m losing my shit. You’d think I’d be not that nervous being it is that the guy who I’m going on a date with slept in my room last night but it isn’t so. I’m not sure where it is we’re going but J sent me a text earlier saying to wear something fancy. So I’m really nervous and excited I’m wearing a black dress and pair of heels I hope I’m dressed right for wherever we’ll be.

By the time I finish my makeup and do a check over my hair it’s 7:58 so I head downstairs.

**************** I walk out the elevator and see Jhype waiting he looks amazing he’s wearing a maroon colored suit.

“Y/n you look stunning.” He says with that deep voice of his taking me in form head to toe. “You look really good to J.” I say and kiss his cheek. “So where are we going ?” I ask “Its a surprise.” He says and takes my hand and starts to lead me out the front of the hotel. When we get outside there’s a black limo parked out front “That’s for us.” He says and smiles then opens the door. “Are you serious?” I ask. He laughs “Yeah I wanted this night to be nice.” He responds and I slide in the limo it’s beautiful inside. “You didn’t need to do all this jay I’d have been chill with anything.” I tell him “Your important to me I want tonight to be important and rememberable.” He says as he gets in and takes the seat next to me. “Your a really good guy J . No matter what tonight would have been important and rememberable to me because it’s with you. Truth be told I’ve been into since the beginning of the show.” “I liked you to from the day we met your so mature and handle your job so well. We don’t make it easy on you your so young and determined and professional, it’s really inspiring to me, especially being in this competition.” He says and grabs my hand and then places a kiss on my cheek. “You’re gonna do so great with this new position y/n I know it.” “Your one of the most sincere, kind guys I’ve ever met J and you show that on stage I find you quite inspiring as well.”

************** “No way.” I say as we approach the restaurant because it’s a ridiculously fancy ridiculously expensive place I’ve been wanting to come to for weeks. Uncle Nick and the architects always come here to have dinner and discuss things about the boys and the show “How’d you know I wanted to come here?” I ask J I hadn’t mentioned it “I heard you telling Nick the last time they all came here that it wasn’t fair it was an architects only thing, and that he owed you a meal. So I figured I’d save him the trip. Besides won’t it be more fun if it’s us two?” “You’re amazing Jhype.” I tell him as we walk in he goes to the front desk of the restaurant “I had reservations for 2 at 8:15 for Jhype.” He tells the woman behind the desk. “Oh yes right this way Mr. uhhhh Hype?” She says as she stands and J laughs and we follow her to our table and take our seats. The table is lit by candles and it’s a beautiful place like just being there makes me feel classy

“So is it what you expected.” J asks me “Even prettier and more romantic I’m so happy I didn’t come here with uncle Nick.” I say and giggle. A server comes to the table and takes our drink order and tells us the specials. “So what made you want do behind the scenes work like most young people want to be on screen or in the lime light.” He says with air quotes “You’re different though you want to make sure what’s on screen is worth watching that’s so dope.” “Well you pretty much answered your question I want to make sure what’s on screen is worth watching. That it’s interesting and entertaining that captures the audience. That’s why I’m so excited about this new job I can consult and give my input and hopefully influence the show in a way that the fans will like.” “Your perspective is gonna be so important like your opinions and ideas can really make a difference.” He says and then the waiter brings out drinks. “What can I bring the two of you lovely young people tonight.” He asks, and we order our food and with that he’s gone “Your so beautiful y/n.” J says looking at me “Ehhh don’t be fooled anyone looks good in this lighting.” I joke and point to the candle in front of me. “No I mean it your beautiful all the time and your sweet and so smart I’m lucky to get to have time with you. The last few months have been such a blessing and your apart of that. I know this sounds kinda cheesy but would you be my girlfriend?” He says and even in the dim lighting I can see him blush and then he looks down I can tell it took a lot for him to say that. “Why Jay Gilbert Id love to be your girlfriend.” I tell him wearing probably the biggest smile I’ve ever wore. Soon our food comes and everything is amazing. It’s been one of the best nights I’ve had I’m starting realize that every night with him feels that way. *************** We’ve left the restaurant and the limo has brought us to Hollywood blvd as long as I’ve been in L.A. I haven’t came I mentioned it a few days ago and jhype remembered and decided to bring me “Let’s get ice cream.” He says and we walk towards the ice cream place to our right. “What would you like baby doll?” Jhype asks and my heart beat quickens at the term of endearment. We order our ice cream and the guy working there hands it to us with a smile. We continue walking down Hollywood blvd we stop at a few stars on the walk of fame. We take pictures and laugh a lot and it all feels like a dream.

*****************

We’re walking back into the hotel and I’m feeling pure bliss everything feels so right. “Walk me to my room?” I ask him “Of course.” He smiles and we head upstairs . “Tonight was one of the best nights I’ve ever had Jhype i really mean that it was the most incredible first date.” “I’m really glad you feel that way y/n I feel the same way it was better than I expected.” He tells me as we enter my room. “I’m gonna change you can have a seat if you want.” I say and go to my suit case to find something more comfortable to wear. This is when I discover I have no pajamas that are sexy or will make me seem attractive so I settle on a tank top and pair of shorts. And head to the bathroom to change and take off my makeup. “You really do look good in anything.” Jhype says and stands up soon he had me by the waist and is kissing my neck, it sends shivers through my whole body. “Is this okay?” Jhype pulls away and asks . “Definitely.” I tell him and he resumes kissing my neck and down to my collar bones his mouth is like electricity moving over my skin. He comes up and places his lips to mine they’re warm and he tastes like ice cream and smells like soap and cologne and so distinctively boy it’s intoxicating I could kiss and taste and smell him forever. J takes a step away and removes his jacket then we resume kissing and I let my hands go to his waist where his shirt is tacked in his pants and I pull it out and tug at the hem. He understands and steps away then unbuttons it, his hands find the hem of my shirt and I nod permission as he looks to me and soon our bodies and lips are pressed hard against each others like our lives depend on it which in the moment it feels like they do because dear God this boys mouth is giving me life. He deepens the kiss and o struggle not let out a moan but fail. I press my hips to his and he lets out a moan of his own. We continue on like this for a while and I want more and more. Jhype pulls away and looks at me “God your wonderful, but I think we should cool down for the moment I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want cause we’re wrapped up in the moment.” He says pulls on his shirt and grabs his jacket “I’m gonna say goodnight boo” He says and places another kiss to my lips. “Goodnight J.”

#jhypefanfic #jhype #jhype x reader #jhype imagine #boybadimagine #boybandabc #abcsboyband #boybandfanfic

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wigglytuph · 7 years ago

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Blush, Kiss, Cuddle, Heartbeat, Romance, Joy, Happiness, Love, Beloved, Sweet, Cute, Thoughtful, Charmind, Beautiful, Affection, Kind, Heart Beat, Goggle, Laughter, Smild, Warmth, Huggable, Soul Mate, Unique, Trust, Dearest. Aka all of them (that you're comfortable with obv) #literallywastehistime2017

Ok here u go all of em minus the ones i already did. Also isabella said i could do a readmore on movile so if this doesnt work and i look like booboo then blame her

Blush : What do you do when you have a crush on someone?Im so introverted i just try to hang out with them as much as possible and be extra nice to them but dont rly do much else bdjfnfn. I havent even rly had a crush on someone in… forever tho so idk what id rly do

 Kiss : What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?Draw my fursona uwu

 Cuddle : Which one of your mutuals do you really want to hug right now?Every and all youve all been so sweet and nice and helped me feel less like shit tonight thank u i love u guys

 Heartbeat : What fictional character do you love?Top 3: KIRBY!!! BONES FROM ACNL!!!! And SOMBRA!!!! And then i have a Lot of Love in my Heart, so honorable mentions to bowser, darwin(tawog), my fursona, Sailor mercury, the list goes in

 Romance : Perfect date?Im a minimalist if we can just soend time together and do anything im happy. I just wanna cuddle and hug and kiss and love them and be close to them u kno. Maybe like…. chillen around the house, playin video games, go out to eat, come home for some light finger play and then just cuddle till we fall asleep u feel me

 Happiness : Who are your kin?100% yellow kirby, lowkey kin with shiny armaldo, thats all i can think of atm

 Love : Are you, or have you been, in love before?Sadly i have been ndjdjfnnfg

 Sweet: Favorite love song?Cant sleep love- pentatonix, the only exception- paramore, and uhhhh does fly me to the moon count?

 Cute : What’s your aesthetic?Cute shit, pastel colors(predominantly blues and greens), music or general sounds drowned out by rain

 Thoughtful : If you could change your name, what would you call yourself?Anna. I like jay tho.

 Charming : Who helps motivate you?What motivation lol nobody oops

 Beautiful : Who is your ideal significant other?Someone who truly loves me and has as much love to give to me as i have to give to them

 Affection : Who do you ship?My dick with my right hand (i dont do ships generally dhfjfnfj)

 Heart Beat : You’re getting coffee with a celebrity, who is it?OKAY I LITTERALLY HAD A DREAM THAT LIKE. IT LASTED ALL OF FOUR SECONDS. I WAS IN A COFFEE SHOP. Then LADY FUCKING GAGA COMES UP TO ME. LOOKS ME OVER. POINTS TO ME. AND SAYS “you should wear your hair up today.” AND THEN I IMMEDIATELY WOKE UP. And you know DAMN WELL I WORE MY HAIR UP THAT DAY.

So i guess lady gaga, but id love to meet zendaya one day

 Giggle : Do you believe in love at first sight?Yea

 Laughter : Who can always make you laugh?My friends!! Also jenna marbles jdufkebrhrjf

 Smile : What do you find attractive?kindness!!! Compassion!!! Love!!! Patience!!! Also a really nice ass!!!

Warmth : What is your happy place?Idk i dont rly… have…. one…? Windy days and rain makes me feel at peace i guess that applies

 Huggable : What are your favorite flowers?I LOVE THE BIRD OF PARADISE!!!!!!! Plumerias are pretty too

 Soul Mate : Who is your best friend? @ehnoshima @koalabuddy @frostios my 3 longest lasting friends and the only reason im still alive fhcidnurjfkg

 Unique : What qualities do you look for in other people?Same as attractive, i just want someone whos not an asshole who will loce and appreciate me

 Trust : Do you trust people easily?Way too easily. Ill trust a total stranger to watch my bag or some shit. Im fucking stupid but like… its who i am

 Dearest : What item is most dear to you?This took some time to think of but maybe my little cheapo $3 alarm clock i got in california. Its got three little cats on it and it… looks like me n my friends which was perfect so even tho i just got it i love it a lot.

Thanks for all of these this was a good to do to justkill time while im sitting in this empty parkinglot in my car hfjfnfhfjf. 💛💛💛

#sorry the formattings fucked up ill fix it when i get to my laptop #ask #anon

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xofanfics · 8 years ago

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Guilty - Alternate Ending IV

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 4.1k

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

KAI

You rose from your seat to hug your friend. “It’s been a while,” you said.

“I know,” said Luhan. “I haven’t been to Seoul in almost a year.”

You both sat down at the table and started looking through the menu. Luhan was in town for a few days before going back to Beijing and you were spending the day together.

“How has China been?” you asked. “Is it good to be back?”

Luhan nodded, turning a page in his menu. “Yeah. I miss Seoul though…”

The waitress approached the table, taking your orders before disappearing into the back.

“How have you been?” Luhan asked. “How’s your job?”

“It’s been going well. I think that it’s a good field for me. It’s kind of fun.”

“Is it awkward working with Krystal?”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t...until the other day.”

Luhan raised his eyebrows. “Did something happen?”

You sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it…” You pushed a . Luhan, being a little older than you, was the kind of person you’d go to for advice. He always gave the best advice. There wasn’t a time when you asked him for his help with something and you’d ended up regretting it. You decided you would ask him. “Actually, there’s something I do wanna talk to you about…”

Luhan said, “What’s up?”

“It’s about Y/N…”

“What about her?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “She’s just been acting weird. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“What’s she been doing?”

“Well we got into an argument the night before i left because I hadn’t told her about the trip. We spent the weekend together, so I didn’t want to ruin it with that news. I ended up ruining it anyway,” you explained. “She didn’t speak to me while I was gone. It was safe to assume that she was still mad at me. But she’d never been that mad at me before, so I was confused. She never returned my calls or texts and if she did, it was me talking to myself basically. She answered one of my calls and I heard Baekhyun in the background so—”

Luhan nearly choked on his water at your words. When he finally cleared his throat and pulled himself together, he said, “Baekhyun? In the background?”

“She said that she was going out to dinner with her friends from school and Baekhyun must’ve been there already…”

“You don’t think that’s weird?”

“Why would it be weird? They’re friends…”

Luhan shook his head. “Eh, never mind...”

You wanted to press him for his thoughts, but you decided to leave it alone. “You know what? We should do something fun.”

“Like what?” he asked. “When?”

“Tonight,” you said. “Let’s go to the club tonight. I’ll invite Baekhyun, too. He hasn’t seen you in a long time.”

You wanted to have a good time tonight. You wanted to have fun and not worry about Krystal or Y/N for a few hours. You didn’t want to think about the fact that you cheated on Y/N with your ex. You didn’t want to think about the fact that Y/N has been acting weird since you got back from Japan. You didn’t want to think about the fact that Luhan just implied that Baekhyun was more than just friends with Y/N. You wanted to have a drink and get drunk, pushing reality away for a little while.

Luhan smirked. “Still a lightweight?”

You returned his smirk. “We’ll see.”

BAEKHYUN

You were excited to see Luhan. You hadn’t seen him since you graduated. The last time he was in town, you weren’t in town and you weren’t able to see him. You smiled as you saw him through the hotel’s window.

Kai wasn’t there yet and you were grateful. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. You realized that you hadn’t seen him since you’d started seeing Y/N. Before Y/N, hanging out with him was no big deal. You’d play soccer together, get dinner or drinks together, and just hang out. But you hadn’t considered what it would be like to hang out with him, knowing that you’d been seeing his girlfriend behind his back. Would you slip up? Would you start acting weird? Would he be suspicious of your behavior? A pang of guilt stabbed at your heart.

Luhan gave you a tight squeeze before you both sat down on one of the couches in the hotel lobby. “Kai should be here soon. He forgot his ID at home and had to go back… How have you been brother?”

You sighed, crossing your legs. “It’s been stressful, but I’m hanging in there…”

“Is it girl problems or something?” he asked. It was as if he’d read your mind or something.

“Something like that...”

Luhan chuckled. “It seems like everyone is having issues with women lately. Do you have a girlfriend now?”

You shook your head. “It’s complicated...It’s like one of those situations where you want someone you can’t have, you know?”

You wished that you could tell Luhan everything. But you were both friends with Kai. You didn’t want to put him in that position. Luhan wasn’t one to go running his mouth if you told him a secret, but you wouldn’t go that far. You knew that it would bother him and he’d feel conflicted about the whole thing. The only person you could talk to about your affair was Y/N, the very person that you couldn’t have.

You wished that she’d break up with Kai. You wished that she’d just go ahead and do it quickly, before things got more complicated. The two of you were already in too deep, at this point. You’d fallen in love with her. You wanted to love her, for real, without having to worry about the fact that she already had a boyfriend, without having to keep your relationship a secret. When you were with her, it felt like you were dating. Those days Kai had been away were the best; You’d gotten to spend so much time with her.

You wanted to be the one to tell her that you loved her. You wanted to be the one that she called late at night when she couldn’t sleep. And you wanted to take care of her on the days that she was sick and bring her snacks when it was her time of month.

It had been so easy to fall in love with her. You’d been friends first, never crossing that boundary. But then after you kissed that night, you realized that you loved everything about her. You loved her smile and her laugh and the way she walked. You loved the way she wrapped her arms around you when you hugged her and the way she looked at you, with those bright, sparkling eyes.

Luhan asked, “What’s her name?”

You wished that you could tell him that it was Y/N. You wished that you didn’t have to hide it anymore. Part of you wanted to tell Kai yourself, confessing everything. But it wasn’t your place to do that. Kai was your friend but it was up to Y/N to tell him. But would she do it? Would she actually do it? Or would she just keep stringing you along? Was she going to end up hurting you, too?

Just knowing that she was in a relationship with Kai hurt. Watching her ignore his calls hurt. Hearing her say that she was going to hang out with him hurt. It all hurt you because you loved her, more than any other woman. And the longer she put it off, the more it hurt.

You smiled faintly and said, “I can’t tell you that...”

KAI

You were feeling pretty tipsy. You were glad that you made this last minute decision to go to the club. It was a guys’ night out. You hadn’t gone to a club in over a year. It wasn’t really your thing; You preferred going to bars over nightclubs. But Y/N had dragged you out a few times. You’d enjoyed it but there was only so much partying that you could do.

Luhan shouted, “Should we get more shots?”

“Yeah,” said Baekhyun. “Let’s go get more.”

Luhan said, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you at the bar, okay?”

Baekhyun nodded and the two of you headed upstairs to the bar area, pushing past couples kissing and sweaty bodies. Music blared in your ears as you walked upstairs. A Jay Park song was playing and everyone was dancing, you noticed, walking up the staircase.

“How many shots should we get?” you asked Baekhyun, shouting over your shoulder.

“Uh, six?” he asked. “Two each.”

You nodded. It seemed reasonable. You ordered six shots, handing the bartender your credit card. When you turned around Baekhyun was smiling, giggling to himself as he looked at something on his phone.

You nudged him. “What are you smiling about?”

As you glanced over at his phone, he put his phone down at his side, laughing. “No one…”

“Do you have a girlfriend we don’t know about?” you asked him.

He didn’t answer your question but he laughed and you laughed too, even though you’d caught the contact name. Your eyes could’ve been messing with you. Maybe it was because you’d been drinking, but you were sure you saw Y/N’s name on the screen. They could’ve been talking about literally anything but the conversation you and Luhan had earlier got you thinking. You’d never considered it until he said something.

You shook the thought out of your head. They were just friends. They were probably exchanging memes or something. You probably saw the wrong name. It was most likely a misunderstanding.

Luhan found you and the three of you grabbed the shots. You clinked the shot glasses together and you swallowed the liquid fire, burning all the way down your throat.

“I think I’m good on the shots for now,” you said after your first shot.

“I’ll take it,” Baekhyun said, picking up your shot glass. He took it easily, slamming the glass down on the bar. “Come on,” he said, waving his arm. “Let’s go downstairs!”

You shouldn’t have let Baekhyun take that shot. Or the one after that. He’d had one too many—No, several too many. You lost track of how much he’d actually been drinking.

He was too drunk to party anymore at this point. You’d had fun tonight but, unfortunately, Baekhyun had had a little too much fun. You hadn’t realized but he took those shots pretty close together, agreeing to more before the other shots had a chance to catch up with him. And all of that alcohol hit him at once, like a wrecking ball.

Luhan helped you get Baekhyun into the back of a taxi to get him home. You looked at the clock. It was three twenty eight in the morning. Baekhyun was still fussing about being fine. He kept saying, “I don’t know why you guys are like this” and “I’m fine.”

Luhan said, “You’re not fine. I’m fine. You’re drunk.” It was somewhat true. Luhan was still fairly drunk but neither you or Luhan was on Baekhyun’s level.

“I’m sober,” Baekhyun insisted.

The ride was fairly silent, the only sounds were coming from radio and the wind from the rolled down windows.

In a few minutes, you had arrived in front of Baekhyun’s building. You and Luhan hauled Baekhyun out of the taxi after paying, with you and Luhan on either side of your friend. You walked into the building and took the elevator to the seventh floor. Baekhyun put in the code to his apartment and you helped Baekhyun remove his shoes.

“I’m sorry I ruined the night, guys,” he said.

Luhan chuckled. “It’s okay. We still had fun.”

“I was getting tired anyway,” you said, yawning. You weren’t used to being out this late.

You grabbed Baekhyun by the shoulders, steering him toward his bedroom. He took off his coat, throwing it in a corner somewhere. He sat on his bed for a moment before he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him.

Baekhyun stood up, heading toward the bathroom, connected to his room. “I think I have to throw up.” Luhan followed him in the bathroom while you lingered in the doorway. As he knelt down at the toilet his phone fell out of his back pocket, landing near your feet. You picked it up. As you held it, you recalled your suspicion from earlier.

While Baekhyun was throwing up Luhan knelt next to him, patting his back. You took matters into your own hands, unlocking the phone. The most recent text was one that he’d sent to Y/N. You’d seen correctly. Your heart dropped as you read the messages they’d sent each other:

Are you having fun?

Yeah. I’m drunk and I miss you…

She hadn’t replied yet. Knowing her, she’d probably fallen asleep. He missed her? What did that mean?

You grew more and more curious. You scrolled up, skimming their messages. There was a message from the day you heard Baekhyun in the background when she’d answered your call.

I’ll pick you up at 8, okay? Wear something nice ;)

What time are you coming over?

I’ll pick you up from class.

Are you at my house already?

What snacks do you want?

When are you going to tell him?

I love you, you know that?

Those were some of the messages you’d seen. You only saw bits and pieces but you knew what was going on here. You looked at the call history. It was full of calls to and from Y/N. Most of them were recent. You pressed the home button and locked the screen.

Baekhyun was starting to stand up after throwing up. Luhan glanced at you through the mirror, raising his eyebrows at you. But you didn’t say anything. You’d fill him in on their so-called friend’s activities.

You tried to keep your facial expression neutral as you handed Baekhyun his phone. You said, “Your phone fell out of your pocket. I don’t know if you noticed…”

“Thanks,” he said. You moved out of the way as he made his way to his room. “I’m so tired.”

“I bet,” Luhan said. “I’ll get you some water.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun said, beginning to undress himself, stumbling a little as he did.

You followed Luhan into the kitchen. He shuffled through the cabinets, looking for glasses. He said, “Did something happen? What’s with you?”

“While we were at the club, I saw who he was texting,” you explained, careful not to speak too loudly. “It was Y/N, Luhan. While I was holding his phone I confirmed it. It was her. They’ve been texting and calling each other. I don’t know how long it’s been going on but it must be long enough for him to say that he loves her.”

Luhan didn’t say anything. He must’ve been at a loss for words, too. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. This wasn’t something to joke about. “Yeah… I don’t even know what to do. Like, part of me wants to go in there and punch him. The other part wants to go to her house right now and demand answers.”

Luhan shook his head. “You still have alcohol in you. I wouldn’t do that.” He poured water into the glass and you followed him into Baekhyun’s room. He was already asleep, so Luhan put the glass of water next to his bed, along with an aspirin for the morning. And you put the trash can from the bathroom on the floor next to his bed while Luhan turned him on his side.

At the edge of his bed sat something that was familiar to you. It was Y/N’s sweater. You knew that sweater because it was one of her favorites. You weren’t even sure if they had slept together but if she had clothes here, what other reasons would there be?

As you and Luhan left the apartment, you couldn’t help but feel lost. Your girlfriend was seeing your friend behind your back. And the worst part of it all was that you wouldn’t have even known if you hadn’t decided to go out tonight. You didn’t know what to feel.

You’d cheated, too, but it wasn’t anything like this. You hadn’t had sex with Krystal. You hadn’t told her that you loved her. And you hadn’t been seeing her behind Y/N’s back like she’d been doing to you.

“I’m sorry,” Luhan said. You nodded. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know…” You paused. “There’s actually something I didn’t tell you before. I cheated on her, too…”

You found yourself in and out of sleep. You were upset. You didn’t know how to feel or what to think of all of this. Your girlfriend had cheated on you. And with someone you considered to be one of your friends, of all people. You were upset, angry and hurt upon finding out all of this.

Did Y/N really love him back? Was it just Baekhyun who was in love with her? Or did she feel the same way? Did they both love each other? For how long had this been going on? You wished you could’ve gone through their messages some more.

Your mind shifted to Krystal again. If Y/N cheated, you may as well have had sex with Krystal. You may as well have gone all the way rather than stopping. But you thought about Y/N and quickly stopped yourself from giving in to her. The two of you had already betrayed each other in some way or another. At that point, what did it matter?

You looked over at the clock. It was just after nine in the morning. It wasn't like you were going to go back to sleep with all of this on your mind. You'd gotten thirty minutes of sleep at best, if that. You shook your head, deciding to get out of bed. You were going to go over to her house, you decided, putting some fresh clothes on. You considered calling her out to talk, but then decided against it. You'd just go over there, making a surprise visit instead.

On the drive there, you planned how you'd do it. You didn't want to blow up at her. You didn't feel as bad as you did before. Maybe you weren't as upset because it no longer mattered. You'd been lying to yourself. You didn't love Y/N as much as you used to. At what point your feelings started changing was unclear. But you were going to stop lying to yourself and to her. You'd tell her what happened in Tokyo and then you'd tell her that you knew about her and about Baekhyun, too. Would she feel guilty for cheating after you confessed that you cheated too?

You took a deep breath before making your way into her building. You had no idea where you were going to begin, you realized, as you rang the doorbell. But you didn’t care. You needed to get this out. Maybe you'd feel better once the whole truth was on the table.

Y/N came to the door in a T-shirt and shorts. She rubbed her eyes, looking like she just woke up. She probably had. After all, she wasn’t the one who had been out all hours of the night like you had. “Kai? What are you doing here?”

“I have a confession…”

She raised her eyebrows. “What's going on? Do you want to come in?”

You shook your head. “You were right.”

“Right about what?”

“About Krystal. In Tokyo, I did something I shouldn’t have. She went down on me…I haven’t been honest about my feelings for her.”

Her lips parted. You supposed that she hadn't been expecting that. You thought that her reaction might’ve been different. You expected her to be angry, pissed, at you for lying about how you felt about your ex. But she wasn’t. And you knew why. She was just as guilty as you were.

“I’m sorry,” you told her.

She nodded. “So how do you feel about her, then?”

“I don’t think I was ever over her,” you explained. “I still have feelings for her and when she came to my room, I realized that. I wasn’t being honest with myself.”

“I actually have something I’ve been wanting to tell you, too,” she said.

This was it. You weren’t going to have to confront her about it first. The two of you seemed to finally be being honest with each other. Even though you were under pretty fucked up circumstances, you were relieved that everything was finally being put out into the open.

“I’ve been sleeping with someone...”

“I know,” you said, after a long pause. She furrowed her brows, in confusion. “I already know. Baekhyun, right?”

She just stared at you for a few seconds. A million thoughts were probably going through her head right now. She looked horrified. “Did he tell you?”

You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I figured it out on my own.”

You watched as she began to cry, a single tear falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Kai. I’m so so sorry.”

“What made you do it?” you asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. It just happened. We were drunk...I was in too deep and didn’t know how to tell you…”

You bit your lip. You felt yourself getting more and more emotional. “Do you love him?”

She opened her mouth and then it closed again.

You asked her another question instead. “How long?”

She didn’t answer, biting her lip instead. “I don’t wanna lie to you…Let me explain—”

You cut her off. “You don’t have to explain anything. I cheated on you, too, but you know the difference? You cheated in the worst way and with my friend, at that…”

“I'm sorry,” she said, apologizing again.

It didn't matter how sorry she was. Her being sorry didn't erase all the times she lied to you, all the times she had been in Baekhyun’s bed...All the lies. You chuckled to yourself, amazed at how all of this came to be. “Shall we just end things here?”

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Kai!”

“So how should it be, then? What, are we supposed to be friends or something?” You paused. “Should we stay together, then, and continue this game? All the lies?”

“No…”

“Good,” you said. “Let's not do this anymore, okay?”

She took a deep breath. “Look, we both hurt each other…”

You took a deep breath, too. Your emotions were beginning to get the better of you. “I know...I think we both just need some time to process this.”

“Okay,” she said. You turned on your heel to leave, but she grabbed onto the sleeve of your hoodie. You looked back at her, her eyes still swimming in a sea of tears. “I'm sorry, Kai…”

“Me too,” you said, pulling away from her embrace.

You needed time away from her and time away from Baekhyun. You couldn’t get your mind off of the fact that he knew this whole time. He smiled in your face. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed, even if you didn’t necessarily want her. Still, she had been your girlfriend. And still, he managed to seduce her and make her fall in love with him.

If she said goodbye to you, you didn’t hear it. Your mind was any and everywhere. You walked down the staircase, wondering what things would've been like if you never found out last night and if you never told her about what happened with Krystal. Would she have told you on her own? Would she have just kept going, sneaking around with Baekhyun while you remained in the dark?

Should you have just stayed with Krystal? Was all of this worth it? You still got your heart broken. Would Krystal have done something like this to you? Would she have broken your heart and shattered it into a million pieces.

Your mind shifted back to Baekhyun. He was to blame, too. He was supposed to be your friend and he’d been sneaking around with your girlfriend. He’d smiled in your face all last night, knowing that he was in love with your girlfriend. He’d slipped up and you found out everything. You were grateful but you were also hurt because Baekhyun had been a good friend to you up until now.

You took out your phone and sent him a message, I know everything...

Then you pressed Krystal’s contact. It rang three times before she answered. “Kai?”

“Hey,” you said. “Have you eaten yet? I was wondering if we could talk…”

Surprise! ;)

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She sighed and it felt as though her whole body just melted. She dropped her chest to mine and ran her hands through my hair. I let a hand rest on her hip, her tank top having slid up slightly. Shock filled my system as I felt her skin against my ring finger. Perhaps it seems silly, but this was the first foray into such sensuous territory! The idea of what this contact could open to, the fact that all of her skin was connected to this simple point, it dawned on me, in that moment, as tremendously salient. But I didnt dare move my hand. Although Clara was warming up to everything, anything more than kissing was untempered waters for me. I really didnt want to blow it! Clara pulled away from the kiss, a smile opened on her face as she rested her arms on my shoulder. "Do you know how long Ive waited for that?! Why did it take you sooo long?!" She teased. "To be fair we have both been occupied with others on and off. Not a lack of wanting to," I reassured her. "How long have you wanted to?" She inquired, climbing off my lap and leaning into the corner of the sectional. "Pretty much ever since we met!" I leaned over to kiss her again and she obliged, holding my face near. "4 years is too damn long," she smiled. "Well, then Im glad we didnt wait any longer." She rested a hand against my thigh as we continued to make out, my hand resting on her side. She had grown quite warm from our little tryst, her lips almost hot against mine. She let her tongue play along the edge of my lips, but she would recoil whenever I would try to reciprocate, a smile eventually growing on her lips. She would let her lips linger near mine, glancing my lips gently with her tongue. If I was patient, she would come closer, letting her tongue venture further into my mouth. But the first sign of movement she got and she would pull away, eventually getting to the point that she would actually laugh. All the while, her hand stayed on my thigh and it hardly "stayed". As she teased me with her little kisses and such, her hand kept moving inward, but then retracting. Every time she would teasingly kiss me, her hand would inch between my legs, but she would always stop and pull her hand back. Eventually she just started in a rubbing motion, her lips intoxicatingly close, her breathing almost intentionally hot. I had had enough. I quickly grabbed her neck and let all the tension rapidly catalyze into passion as I pressed a kiss to her. She let out a slight moan and her hand gripped at my thigh. She kissed me back, tongues dancing with heat. She actually pushed back against me now, like a magnet attracted too forcibly! Im not sure she even realized how quickly her hand slid forward as we made out again. She continued in the rubbing motion, very quickly finding her palm against the bulge in my pants. I let out a sigh as she quietly moaned. Already, this felt incredible and dangerous. I had never even received a handjob at this point in my life. Being a young Christian boy, I was against anything other than kissing... but, this. This was too good to pass up! She rubbed along the length of it, open palmed, investigating the real shape of it with her fingers. She pushed my face away and took a passionate taste of my neck, sending one single jolt down my spine. I shook slightly as the bolt dispersed through my system. As my pleasure suddenly spiked, I could feel myself reaching close to orgasm. "C-careful," I pleaded again, holding her wrist. She slowed, but then pouted. "Am I too much for you?" She smirked. "Just at the moment, gimme a sec- She cut off my sentence, starting to rub me again. She would stop whenever I would place a touch to her wrist, sometimes only slowing. I felt like I had a fucking fever, my temperature spiking with each tease. I even started swaying my hips, now wanting desperately to cum! But she wouldnt let me. She breathed heavily in my ear and she nibbled the lobe, her palm moving slower and more carefully against me, my hips swaying almost embarrassingly desperately! She suddenly pulled her hand away and smiled at me. "I think you might need a breather," she headed to the bathroom and I laid back on the couch, quite tempted to just finish myself off. But there was more to be done tonight and I didnt want to ruin that. I let my blood pressure settle with my body temperature, trying desperately to calm down! Staring at the ceiling, I could feel my erection decreasing, my body cooling off. My breathing was normal and I could think straight again. I looked over at my phone, curious to the time. Sitting up, I picked it up and flipped it open. 2 messages. Both from my brother. STAYING AT DYLANS TONIGHT. LET MOM KNOW. BE HOME TOMORROW AFTERNOON Clara, freshened up, laid down on the long section of the couch, smirking deviously. It only dawned on me the reason for her smirks, when I saw a bra in her hands. Blood flooded from my brain, but not enough that I completely lost sense. I was working out the math and realizing where the night was going to go if I didnt put a stop to it now. The Protestant guilt warred with the primal part of me. I knew without a doubt what I wanted... but I was concerned now with what I should want. Clara laid back, her tank top climbing up and revealing her stomach, just above her belly button. Without thinking, I climbed over to her, my crotch pressing warmly to hers as my body dropped. She smiled and welcomed me with a small peck and I returned the favor. I reasoned that if I didnt tell her about my brother, then things wouldnt get out of hand. We could make out for a bit and then go to bed, no sin involved (beyond perhaps that which I had already engaged in). My hips started to sway against hers as we resumed. Her legs wrapped around me, but gave me room to maneuver. Her hands extended down my back, slipping inside my pants and beneath my boxers to cup my ass. She let out a contented sigh, provoking my hips to move. Her hips raised as she spread her legs further. She leaned up to my ear. "My bra isnt the only thing I took off," she whispered. I thrust again, this time imagining how it must have felt to have one fewer layer between us, seeing if I could feel how much closer we were not. Admittedly, it didn’t really feel any different, but it still drove me wild with excitement and I think she could tell. She tried to refrain from moaning as I ground up against her, her hands still pulling me in for more.. She tilted her head to the side allowing me access to her neck, which I took advantage of. I kissed her right at her jawline, unleashing my teeth against her skin softly. Arms growing tired, I rolled over to the side, her hands sliding out of my pants. I let my hand move between her legs fearlessly and started to rub her. I knew nothing about what I was doing, but for what I had seen in porn. It seemed like rubbing her up and down or in circles would be the best way to go about it. Whatever I was doing though, it was right, because she covered her mouth, her hips raising to meet my touch. Her face was totally flushed from our dirty activities, the fabric of her shorts soaked. At that moment in time, I didn’t realize that this was a sign of arousal, at least slightly. I just thought vaginas were always this soaked… As we lay there, I continued to kiss her, her hand traveling back to the front of my pants, gripping me more furiously this time! I sighed out loudly against the kiss, my pleasure no longer close to peak, but my desire to cum almost completely overwhelming! Her rubbing became more and more furious, our passionate kissing raising our body temperatures. I just remember laying there, sweating quite intensely as the hours passed on, this erotic adventure quite exhilirating already, my mind and body open to see what other mysteries it had in store for me. Just then I heard the sound of the zipper on my pants. I looked down to see that Clara had already unbuttoned my pants without me knowing and was just now reaching the bottom of my zipper. She looked up at me, eyes wide and lustful. She maneuvered into my boxers. I moaned as her hand touched my throbbing, rigid cock. She pulled my cock through the hole in the front of my boxers and looked down. She sighed "That’s a relief," she smiled at me, biting her lip. "What?" "I was REALLY hoping you had a big dick!" she sighed out, as if she had heard it in a porno recently or something... I just smiled back, too intrigued with what was happening to care about her awkward compliment. Perhaps she knew what she was doing, giving me more credit that I was due in order to further seduce me. It wasn’t too long before she had crawled down to my member, licking the precum off the top. I couldn’t stop her as she took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. My head spun and I was consumed with pleasure. I was pretty sure that I was going to cum immediately, but she constantly kept stopping, seemingly knowing the pleasure that she was bringing to me! Her head gently bobbed back down, deeper each time, her tongue circling my cock with each recoil. I swear at this point I must have been running a dangerous fever, my whole body just wanting the release of orgasm, my every inch so sensitive to her masterful touch. I held my hand over my mouth, laying back, sweat pouring from my brow. She could fit about half the length before it was too much for her, but that was certainly enough for me. It was incredible to me to be sharing all of this with her, especially after all this time. I just remember a sort of sexual resonance at that point, a warmth inside my body. I was enjoying feeling sexual and I kind of didnt ever want to cum. Too late. I warned her with another quiet "c-careful," but she made a decision and that was to let me cum in her mouth. My body gave into orgasm, hot cum splashing into her soft mouth. I felt her suck up and swallow every last drop. She moved back up to me and kissed my cheek. "Good?" She asked. I could only manage to nod. "I should return the favor," I remarked. She smirked but shook her head. "I dont think I could stay quiet," she laughed. "We could use a pillow, you could moan into it," I wasnt going to give up that easily. But she shook her head. "Another time maybe," she gave a half-hearted smile at me as she planted a kiss on my lips. And in that moment I had two choices: let the evening fizzle out from there and go to bed to see what daylight brought for us or tell her about the vacancy in the basement and leave everything up to chance... At that point how could I turn back? If we went downstairs, I was essentially agreeing to sex. "Well… actually…" I really considered what I was about to say as I looked to her. "Andrew texted me," I explained, her face rather close to mine. She nodded and laughed. "Well, congrats," she teased, giving me a quizzical look. "He’s staying at Dylan’s tonight…" I watched her eyes, but the meaning of my words didn’t seem to sink in, "Meaning that he won’t be home tonight…" she still gave no indication that any of this was making sense to her. I sighed, she was really going to make me come out and say it explicitly. Her face dwelled close to mine, her eyes locked on my gaze. "What are you trying to say?" she inquired. "The basement is free tonight… so we could use it for… uhm, activities" she offered me a hesitant smile. No, the smile wasn’t hesitant, but she was indicating hesitance through the smile. "You don’t think your parents might hear us anyways?" she inquired. I frowned and shrugged, unsure if they would or not. The risk was certainly a factor, but it was also part of the appeal. "I’m sorry, I just don’t think I could keep quiet." And, just like last night, the evening fizzled out. We made out for another half hour or so, but it was not meant to be. Getting off at the end of the night, I actually somehow felt good about how things wrapped up. We had some fun, but nobody compromised their "purity". But oh man! If I had known what was going to happen soon, I may not have felt so easy about it. /u/dreddito

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xofanfics · 8 years ago

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Guilty - Alternate Ending III

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 3,391 words