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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. “Could you help me lotion up my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on. You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?” He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?”

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster.

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release.

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

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jikooksgirl19 · 4 years ago

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My Soulmates I 2

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff,angst,eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of death and abortion

AN: Thank you for your patience with this chapter. Not only did I delete it prior not once but twice, I had a personal loss happen that caused me to take some time away from writing. But I’m back on track and writing this story again. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s short but I have some big stuff coming in chapter 3. Please let me know your thoughts and give feedback. I love talking to y’all.

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The three of you found yourself on the Top floor in Bang SiHyuks office. He sat across from you, hands clasped tightly just staring at you all. He hadn’t said anything in the last 15 minutes after you and the boys explained what happened, except to call on his personal secretary. The silence was deafening and you were so so tempted to tell a joke just to break the silence. Just as you were about to open your mouth his secretary Kim Hyunjae came into to office with a stack of papers with all the information about poly soulmates. He began to explain in detail about how the bond between you three is deeper than a normal soulmates, and it plays a huge part in the emotional side of things. Not only do multiple partners have a stronger connection to each other but their emotions, feelings, even moods can be affected by the other people in the relationship. It had been documented that on some occasions each party could physically feel what his or her mates were going through during moments of heightened situations. For example if one party had a headache or got hurt or even was sexually active the others could feel this both physically and emotionally. They also could not be parted from each other for long periods of time without it causing harm to themselves. Though extremely rare the pull of the bond would act as a tether and bring all participants back to each other, or risk crippling illness and the eventual death from the one that left or was left in the relationship. Unlike a normal Soulmate bond it could not be broken except through death as the universe had decided that these were the most sacred of bonded mates hence why they were so rare.

Only one case with no death of the separated mate has ever been documented, and that is in the case of Korean Soulmates Song Jungman, Jong Ara, and Im Jinna . The group had decided they wanted children so both Jong Ara and Im Jinna had tried to conceive but only Ara was able to do so. In a jealous fit Jinna claimed that Ara somehow caused her infertility and wanted to break the three apart. She played the victim so well and convinced Song Jungmin to leave Ara. Together they would start a new life with just the two of them leaving Ara behind. Ara was devistated as she was expecting their child and knew if they left her with the intention to not come back she could get sick, lose their child or even die. She pleaded with them both claiming her innocence but unfortunately Jungmin did not believe her and they left her to move to Japan. Ara waited to fall ill knowing that the separation would be too much but her overwhelming love for her child triggered a new bond that allowed her to survive the loss of both soulmates. After several years it was discovered by Jungmin that Jinna had once had an abortion before meeting her soulmates and as a result she became infertile. He was destroyed by this information because he didn’t try to listen to Ara and wholeheartedly believed only Jinna. He threw away part of his heart because he believed the other so willingly knowing that it would lead to the death of Ara. He believed Ara to have passed away after they abandoned her all those years ago. He left Jinna to go home to Korea and accept his fate wishing to be buried next to Ara and their unborn child only to discover that Ara not only survived but had twins, a son and daughter and was married to a man that had lost his soulmate years earlier. Though he tried to make amends with Ara it was difficult for her to forgive him as their bond had been broken beyond repair. They were both still connected but since they had been separated for over fifteen years it wasn’t as strong, in fact it was like meeting an old acquaintance instead of a lover. Unfortunately his separation from Jinna became too much and he succumbed to debilitating illness and died only three months after reconnecting with Ara and his children. It was later found out that Jinna died the same day in a hospital in Japan. Ara was of course sad at this news, but the love of her children allowed her to continue living and she was able to find peace.

You had tears in your eyes and noticed that you were holding on to both Jimin and Jungkooks hands during the story. You were so wrapped up in this that you didn’t even realize you three had unknowingly gravitated towards each other for comfort. They were both choked up as well. Someone cleared their throat causing you to refocus on the gentlemen in front of you. You sat up straight and decided to get straight to the point.

“So where do we go from here? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be feeling at the moment, and now you’re telling me I have this life altering, can’t change a thing, you now have not one but TWO soulmates, and oh yeah, you will feel all their emotions and feelings and you can’t even be away from them for too long or you might just up and kick the freaking bucket situation going on...this is what you are saying to us right now?” You couldn’t help the panic rising in your voice. Your professionalism was flying right out of the proverbial window. Jungkook just looked at you, and then Bang PD and said “What she said.” You couldn’t help it you started to giggle at his brief statement then the boys started giggling with you.

Bang SiHyuk cleared his throat and got right to the point. “First we get you moved into the boys complex. You will have an apartment on the floor below the dorm along next to Jins soulmate Yuna. This will allow visits between you three without risk for now. Only essential staff will be told about this arrangement. Y/N you will be hired on as a permanent staff member within our own legal team. Also because you are also multilingual you will assist with our translation team while the boys are traveling, as well as help teach English to to boys. This will help with the questions the public might have about you being around the boys all the time. This is going to take some preparation before we can put this information out to the public. We are also going to have to get you started on the path to Citizenship here in Korea.” Said Bang SiHyuk loudly while clapping his hands together as though he just solved all the problems in front of him. “Now I suggest that you three get to know each other and settle anything else you might need to attend to quickly. Y/N I will have your apartment ready in two days. Is that enough time to get you packed up and ready to move?”

You sat there with your mouth open like a fish trying to digest everything that was being said. This was going too fast and you needed to pump the brakes on whatever this was that was happening. Realizing you needed to answer you opened your mouth to vehemently deny any of his requests and spoke up with a resounding. “Yes Sir.” It came out of your mouth like it was nothing. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth and thought what on Gods green earth is wrong with me? I have lost my ever loving mind. While you and your inner bitch-demon continued to argue in your mind, the others started making arrangements for you.

You noticed that Kim Hyunjae didn’t seem as though he was fond of you or this situation you had found yourself in. He didn’t out and out say anything rude or with tone but your gut told you he was not happy with this relationship between you, Jimin and Jungkook. You chalked it up to the amount of paperwork this was going to cause him so you tried your best to let him know you would be as much help as you could and you would do your best for the boys and the company. At this point you were giving Jimin and Jungkook your current address and contact information so you could meet tomorrow morning for a “ Get to know you meal”. You excused yourself and prepared to go home when Jungkook caught up to you. “ I know this is a lot Noona and we are all a bit overwhelmed and know absolutely nothing about each other, but please know that I am so blessed to call you my soulmate. You seem very kind and you are beautiful and smart and amazingly funny even when you don’t mean to be.” He smiled at you and your heartstrings tugged in the most peculiar way. You were already becoming attached as you could feel a pull towards the younger man. He took your hand and shook it in a very businesslike manner and said “Till tomorrow malady” and bowed in a funny way causing you to laugh again. Jimin came out and grabbed your other hand and said he was looking forward to breakfast and getting to know more about you as well. You said your goodbyes and turned and left the building hailing a cab to take you home so you could process the events of today. You had not been prepared for the absolute crazy that happened today but deep down you were getting excited at the prospect of having and loving two adorable soulmates.

As Jungkook and Jimin were getting ready to leave Jungkook looked at Jimin and asked “What are you going to tell Somi?” Jimin just looked back at Jungkook with sadness in his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and replied “I have no idea.”

To Be Continued...

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botheredbuck · 3 years ago

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difficulty with adoption (because of ben’s record) hcs

okay yes absolutely bc i desperately want them to have this convo (as much as im aware they couldn't adopt and like they both probably know that)

i think it's something that they've both thought about, definitely. i think they both want more kids, partly because they both come from fairly big families (yes i count the carters for callum) and partly because i think they'd want lexi to have siblings. because like, as much as they both find their families annoying like most of the time, they both have seen the benefits of having siblings (because stuart protecting callum, and ben is clearly close to people like louise, denny etc) so i think they definitely would want lexi to experience that. also like they know how badly lexi wants a sibling because she literally never shuts up about it lmao

and okay so for whatever reason in this scenario they don't know that bens record will be a problem (callum does know about his record and shit, they've definitely had that conversation) but when kids get brought up it's kind of something they talk about because they both like the idea of adopting, because they both know what it's like to have a shitty childhood. they both know the kind of effect that that can have on a person, and both of them want to do something to protect a kid (or a few kids) from that.

i can see callum really loving the idea of fostering. like mainly because he just wants to help people, and even if these kids are only with them for a week or a month he'd want to take care of them, make sure that they know they're loved. because thats what hes good at, taking care of people, and because i think he thinks about his own childhood with that, and the kind of difference it would have made for him if someone had just been there when he needed them, if he'd just had that reminder. obviously he partly had that with stuart but i think there's a lot about him leaving for sometimes days on end when callum was older and stuff. and i think that plays into it too - callum understood what it felt like to have that care ripped away like that. so really he just wants to be some kind of temporary stability for these kids, and do whatever he can to make sure that they feel loved.

(also i just,,, adore the idea of callum making their house like a perfect place for foster kids, like them moving a little more out of central london and getting a bigger place with a few spare bedrooms which he and ben and lexi decorate, and like whenever there's new kids coming he always makes them these little like care packages, and like they have movie nights and aaaaaaa)

i think ben would possibly lean more towards adopting, while also definitely understanding why callum wants to foster. i think he'd be more enclined to be able to offer some stability for a kid, a safe and permanent home because that's something he didn't really have (with phil getting married and remarried, kathy leaving etc) and he definitely understands the importance of that for a kid. and i think there's also some guilt from lexis upbringing that plays into that. just because of like, not being there when she was a baby, and being like in and out of her life. and of course now he's in her life for good but i think it's something he still kinda feels guilty about sometimes, so i think he'd kinda be more tempted to adopt to kind of 'make up' for that if that makes sense? but like he'd definitely be up for fostering if only because he can see just how happy the idea makes callum

(they have a convo about it and callum just lights up at the idea of fostering and like talking about all the nice things he'd do for the kids and stuff like that and ben is just,,, ridiculously in love)

so it's devastating when they get told they can't, especially for ben

they don't sit down and talk about it for a while, because they're both avoiding it. they're both obviously devastated, ben's blaming himself and callum doesnt know what to do because theres no taking away ben's record.

they don't sit down until callums had enough, clears out the house and tells ben that they're having date night and ambushes him with nice food and about a thousand pamphlets of surrogacy and stuff

and ben tries to run away because he's convinced himself that this is it for callum, that it's the final nail in the coffin that he's just been waiting for because it feels like life with a man like callum could never have lasted forever for him.

but the first thing callum says is i don't blame you and ben just stops still where he's stood because of all the things he'd been expecting callum to say that wasn't one of them

so he turns around and just says callum don't-

no, ben. it ain't your fault, and i don't blame you. it's just the way things are. i love you, and that's all that matters to me, more than anything else. cause its me and you, ain't it? against the world.

ben's crying already but he's trying to hold it back and he just says why? why, when you could have so much better?

there is no one better for me than you, ben

and ben's just gone

they end up crying together just in the middle of the dining room, and when kathy brings lexi back home they find them both curled up together on the sofa, asleep

(thank u so so much for the ask lovely, and my apologies it took a while!!)

if you fancy, you're still more than welcome to ask me about hcs! they just might take me a little while to get to

#answered asks #ballum #leo writes hcs #okay this one's gonna be a fic #i got a little too into it #I'll do it at some point tho cause... yes

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calpops · 4 years ago

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second chance | c.h.

A second chance at a question brings you and Calum to a beachside sunset with waves and flowers in your sights and forever in your hearts.

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Calum peers out to the sea, his hand in yours and the sun setting just as he had pictured it. The sky is aglow with deep purple and red, the sun a flame lowering along the horizon of the waves. He already has his answer to a question he had been preparing for weeks, but your finger is bare and your hand squeezes his when he sighs. The previous night had been a disaster but it ended with certainty and quelled anxieties and fears. Morning brought new beginnings and a promise to try again. Afternoon saw you to the coast where Calum’s plans laid. You walked the shore line hand in hand and collected shells and sea glass that came in with the tide. You ran through the waves shin deep and let out laughs that collide with the sunset.

“Are you ready for dinner?” Calum asks and feels nerves come to life in a surging storm inside him. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, he’s already asked you to marry him and you’ve already said yes, but the difference sits in a velvet box inside his pocket. Opal harbors extra promises and notions of forever. A ring is more permanent than a word.

“Yes,” you respond and turn with hands still held so you can better look at Calum.

The legs of his pants are rolled up but the ends are still wet from the waves. His shirt is unbottoned midway down his chest and his sleeves are rolled up as well. He had dressed to impress but playing in the ocean was too tempting to keep yourselves together. Your own clothes were soaked and rumpled but neither of you mind the messes. You walk past the pier and towards the town that lines the coast. A small restaurant with seating outside has a reservation waiting for you. The wind blows and candles on the table flicker around as you settle into your seats. You can hear the crash of the waves just as well as you can see them.

You sit beside each other with chairs angled towards the sea. It’s become a habit to sit next to each other instead of across from one another. Sharing plates and having an arm around each other is much easier this way. Calum scoots closer to you, the inches of distance between your chairs too much for his arm to secure around your shoulders and your head to rest against him as you wait for your orders.

“I’ve missed you,” Calum admits and knows it’s of his own doing in his attempt to get this moment right. “Have you had a good day?”

You nod against his shoulder and breathe in the familiar scent of him that hadn’t been around often enough for your liking. He plants a kiss to the top of your head and lets his fingers gently trail from your neck to your shoulder and down your arm where goose bumps raise against his touch and the wind. He says he’d offer his jacket but it too is wet and cold.

You laugh, already fond of the memories created on the beach. You just now notice your favorite flowers sit in the middle of the table and petals are scattered around your feet. You realize last night was all for naught and guilt builds in your chest as you gaze at Calum who has nothing but love in his eyes and motions and plans he worked so hard on.

“I’m sorry,” you say around a thick lump in your throat and Calum hones in on tears yet to have fallen. He’s pulling you even closer to him though that doesn’t seem possible. “I should’ve just asked you what was going on. I didn’t mean to ruin today.”

“No, no,” Calum quickly defends and tries to set your anxieties at ease. A breeze swirls around you and petals float through the air. They bring images of an aisle scattered with petals and a bouquet to be thrown. You’ve already said yes but the circumstances weren’t ideal—you feel you’ve ruined it. “It’s not on you to get inside my head or make me open up. I wanted it to be a surprise so bad I couldn’t talk to you at all. You don’t know how many times I nearly popped the question in the kitchen or while you were sleeping. I think I might have even asked in whispers while you were asleep.”

You smile and feel yourself go flush and warm and rejoice in wildfires that still seem to cut through your being at simple words from Calum. You bite your lip and find some ease from his explanation and denial.

“So, today isn’t ruined?” You wonder; you know it hasn’t been ruined for you, you’ve enjoyed every minute with Calum and have waited patiently, curiously, for whenever he’ll ask you again, for when opal will rest on your finger and the notion of forever will be between you in more than just words.

“Of course not,” Calum soothes and the sound of the waves crashing to the shore help punctuate his words with meaning. “There’s no way any day spent with you could be ruined. It’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your heart leaps and your body buzzes with excitement at the statement. It’s familiar, was said last night in a lead up to a showing of the ring. If you weren’t tucked into Calum’s arms you’d be on the edge of your seat, waiting with bated breath and a thrumming heart beat. Instead you pull away from Calum’s hold just a bit, just enough to see his eyes and the way they shine with the sunset and collide with yours. Feel the way just his stare lights you up and his smile makes you smile back.

“I feel the same,” you say in a whisper and lean into his touch when his fingers gently rake through your hair. You let out a sigh. Wait and wait for him to say something, move from his seat to drop to one knee and ask a certain question you’ve already said yes to.

He does nothing but continue running his fingers through your hair. You don’t mind waiting but your heart is ready to say yes and make up for the night that went awry.. Your food comes and you wonder if he’s hidden it in the food like in so many movies but think better of it and choking. Dessert and wine are next and the ring still isn’t in sight. The sun is going down, the sky darkening into deeper purples and reds. He pays the bill and leads you away from the restaurant, back to the sand and the waves. Right in front of the sun as it starts to dip past the horizon. You start to wonder if he won’t ask tonight. If maybe he’s saving the ring for another time.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, voice low and meant for you and you only. “Would you…”

He trails off as he digs into his pocket and gets down on one knee a second time. The lid of the ring box pops open and a familiar opal collides with the dim light of the setting sun.

“Say yes, again, to spending forever with me? Marry me?”

“Yes,” you’re saying before you even realize. His words are a blur in front of you and so are the ring and the waves and the setting sun. Everything inside you hones in on Calum and doesn’t let go; once more you fall to your own knees to join him and wrap your arms around him. “Yes again. Yes now, yes tomorrow, yes forever.”

You feel his smile into the soft skin on your neck as he dips down to bury his face against you, to kiss you where it makes you grin and this time it’s even wider and brighter than usual, knowing that you have the rest of your lives to see and feel his smiles, to live your lives and chase a dream made of rings and white picket fences and wrinkled hands hold each other on a porch swing. A second chance at the same question was perfect.

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years ago

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its gonna be an oolong night

A/N: Yes, I’m still alive. This is for a character that literally nobody is familiar with, and I honestly don’t care at this point. He’s wonderful, attractive, and my god great character yes yes yes. Mat x reader.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), major teasing, like more than usual for me, but somehow still soft like what the fuck

I also know that a lot is going on right now, fandom-wise, and here in the US.(i swear to god one of these days im just gonna start throwing hands at the police) (or just the world in general.) But here’s some smut to take your mind off that, at least for a few thousand words.

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“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s literally just a dosage cup full.” he said, leaning the small cup towards you. Mat was testing a new brew of coffee, one he made this time. Although you loved and trusted him, sometimes he didn’t have the best execution.

“Sir, you have no idea how much anxiety I’m gonna be having if I have like any of that.” you reply, slowly backing into the corner. You look around for any type of escape, and it seems as if the side door in the kitchen was the only option. As Mat dove forward, you spun to face the door, and placed a finger on the handle.

“One move and I’m gone sir. Not permanently of course, the dick’s too good, but you know I have places to be. Food to eat. Arson to commit.” you say, half-stern, foot inching towards the door.

“Ugh fine. At least I know that I’ve been fucking you right this entire time.” he replies, downing the coffee before throwing the small cup in the sink, walking towards you. The sun was out, and he was simply glowing in it. Especially after that work out with Craig, dear lord, that man was looking scrumdiddlyumptious.

“You always listen. I have no idea if it’s because of your anxiety, or that you drink your respect women juice every morning. But what can I say, you know your way around.” you mutter, letting him come from behind you in order to hug you.

“I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Finding the body’s secrets and enjoying them together. Are you purposely trying to get me to fuck you on the couch, because I will.” Mat whispered into your form. You could feel him press his hardness into you, and a few thoughts passed through your head.

Do I want this man to fuck my brains out? Yes/No

Am I going to have to clean the couch, bed, counter, and or kitchen table afterwards? Yes/No

Will he make/give me brownies afterwards? Yes/No

But I have work to do??? Do That First, And Let Him Tease You Through It/Ignore

“Okay, fine, I’ll let you fuck me afterwards. But you can tease me throughout, it’s always an option.” you mutter, turning around to see the half-smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re going to struggle, mama.” he said, putting a record on, Keys of Life, as expected.

“We’ll see.”

And fucking see you did. You couldn’t get a fucking break from this man’s fucking hands. He was observing you while you folded laundry, and would purposely brush his hands with yours when you handed a new article of clothing to him. You were washing dishes practically attached at the hip. It took you a good hour to get all of the housework done. Of course, it would’ve gone much smoother if Mat wasn’t sitting on counters like a cat, mind, counters that you were trying to clean.

“Yay, you’re finally done!” Mat cheered, climbing towards you from the end of the bed, gently tugging your pants off. He kissed up your calves, and breathed in deeply once he got to your hips. He let the sigh out, and got to work on treasuring your legs and thighs.

You took a deep breath, and got distracted in thought for a moment. Mat always treated you like, well a queen. Waking up in the morning to cook before he goes down to the shop, and letting you try new recipes. He even let you go back into the kitchen to tour it once. Although, Pablo headbanging wasn’t what you intended on seeing. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t take it back for anything. Mat’s wonderful, and he made sure everything was as it should be. Well, most times at least. It gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling, and you came back to the realm of reality where Mat was finishing his rounds, fingers threading a trail to your underwear.

He also tugged those off, and without a second thought, your legs spread further, and Mat gently kissed along your slit, then using his fingers to separating your labia. Your head sat back on the pillow as his tongue made itself familiar with you once more. His hands came up to hold your hips to his face, and you had half a mind to squeeze his head with your thighs. Tiny, lewd noises filled the once-quiet space as Mat went to town on your pussy, like he hadn’t eaten in days (thats a lie, he ate you out during a work call the night before). His nose gently nudged your clit, and you gasped. He smiled against you as one of his fingers came to toy with it, rubbing gentle circles. You sighed at his touch, but then the fucker began teasing.

His tongue would get within centimeters of your clit before retreating back down. You were very tempted to reach down to hold his head where you wanted. You thought it out for 0.5 seconds before reaching down and gently pressing his head into your sex, adjusting your hips as to where they’re slightly off the bed. He looked up at you, glaring, as he let you have your way with his head...for the time being at least.

He lapped at your excretions, almost disgustingly so, but every noise that come from below further fueled the fire. The burning, aching fire in the pit of your gut that wanted nothing more than to absolutely be ruined by (or to ruin) your lover, as well as the bedsheets that you’d been occupying. For short moments of time, you focused on the feeling of his dreads on your thighs before another intrusion made you gasp out loud, making your hips stutter against Mat’s face, losing their up and down motion. Mat’s fingers were more than skilled at getting where they needed to be, and as you felt them (yes, them, he works quick) scissor into you. Your walls contracted when he moved his mouth over your clit, sucking roughly. Those fucking sounds drove you over multiple waves, but the big one was yet to arrive. You were getting extraordinarily close, and on extremely short notice. You couldn’t make head nor tail of Mat’s fingers or his tongue. All you knew was more and more pressure right where you wanted. The flat of his tongue just needed to move like an inch to the left-

oh jesus fucking christ~

Your legs squeezed around Mat’s face as you came, and you screamed to the heavens, head thrown back. Angelic, almost, except maybe God won’t let you in for this moment, right here in particular. Mat came back up with the bottom half of his face covered in slick, eyes blown with lust.

“Every time you properly give me an orgasm, I swear 5 extra years get added to my life.” you mumble, catching your breath.

“Mm, and well deserved. You taste so fucking good, I need even more time to cherish you.” he replied, shedding his shirt.

You admired him from your spot on the bed for a short moment before the sex gremlin in your brain leaned forward, urging you to kiss your partner. He reciprocated, and his arm found its way back around your body as the two of you made out. Mat’s hard-on pulsed against your thigh, even through those fucking boxers, you thought, as Mat detached from the kiss, moving his way to your neck. He nipped at a few spots, and kissed over your clavicle before finally taking off his last article of clothing, and you contracted once more upon realizing that this man, truly was yours. He wouldn’t be this tender and caring with anyone he found (on second thought, mans does have horrible anxiety, so-). But no, he usually wouldn’t eat out some stranger, then ask them what their favorite surprise flavors in cupcakes are. He wouldn’t carry them to bed after their day was too exhausting to even want to life another finger. He wouldn’t come over and smoke, and talk over records with just anyone.

“I know you’re thinking about something. Come on, my penis is a simple being, it’s not a deity.” Mat says, chuckling afterwards.

“Right... let me just call the pp doctor real quick. In reality, I was thinking about how good you are to me. But please, do feel free to stick it in, I’m waiting sir.” you reply, letting Mat line himself up before he gently sheathed himself in you, causing your head to tip back once more. Mat also let out a beautiful, guttural noise of his own, furthering your own want for him to fuck your brains out.

Mat gently pulled back before starting a decent pace, making sure to let you adjust where needed, and tucking his head into your neck. You looked over to his back, and stare at his ass before deciding to actually focus on the pleasure you were experiencing in that moment. Your hands rested on his back as you gently clenched and unclenched, thinking of nothing more than being absolutely wrecked and fucked out by Mat, letting your thoughts wander to the dirtiest, most filthy parts of your brain. Once you were done practically creaming at the thought of being ruined, Mat groaned against your neck. He was almost whimpering, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his muscles gleamed in the sunlight, which peeked through the blinds.

You just so happened to look down at where Mat was slamming into you, and it was such a wonderful thing to see. There was cream practically streaming out of you, and the spot underneath you was soaked, a good sized puddle of release surrounding your bottom. Mat wasn’t even fully pulling out anymore. That didn’t even matter though, he just felt so good. Too fucking good. The sound of him fucking you into the mattress was so good. So much better than the toy in the bedside drawer. It worked wonders, true, but my god, Mat did you so well. Could never hold candle to him. Mat was getting louder, and the almost full-bladder feeling built inside of you, but that was for another time. Although, the sheets can’t possibly be ruined any further. Anyway, Mat was about to fucking mating press you into the goddamn mattress.

You clenched, and gasped loudly as Mat hit that one spot. The definite, all-in spot that made you see stars when tapped correctly. Your nails dug into Mat’s back, much to his liking, and he drilled you into the mattress, legs held by his hands, and all thoughts thrown out of the window. He was openly praising you, how good and tight you felt, and how he wanted to *shudders* fill you up while he gently, but somehow so roughly made love to you. A few more loud moments passed, and you ground your hips upwards, making sure that somehow, you remained dominant in your own sense. Mat sped up impossibly, hips moving like a blur into you. He reached his end, and cried out, hips pressed directly into yours as he came. His eyes were closed, but he looked so fucking good, head thrown back, chest glistening with sweat. He collapsed next to you, breathing heavily. You contemplated getting up, but Mat always got a smidge clingy after his orgasms, so you were you wrapped your arms around him, in an odd sideways hug. Minutes passed, and you were fighting sleep, and resisting the urge.

Once you were almost out, you heard a muffled noise from besides you.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” you muttered. Mat moved his head from the pillow and said something very honest.

“I want you to sit on my face. You didn’t get a chance to orgasm again, and I want you to have as lovely of a experience as I did.” he replied, and you were a deer in headlights for a moment. A very aware deer, but like sir, I need some reference. Don’t tell me to pop, lock, and drop it on your face right after I just held my legs in one spot for like 30 minutes.

“Fucking get to it then.” you purred, hips hovering above his face

He waited only seconds to begin absolutely devouring you, nose buried in your pussy. You barely even had to move your hips, as was getting into every spot you needed him to perfectly. His tongue seemed to move a mile a minute, getting all of the best places it could find. You were afraid of what was to happen if he was too quick. Poor thing would need a good five minutes of warning. You fully let go of the tension in your body, and let Mat work his magic, hands holding onto your ass extremely tight, sure to leave bruises.

You screamed when he landed a slap to your ass, harder than usual, and you were just moments away from another wonderful climax. At this moment in time, you wished that you had a mirror on the top of your bed, so that way, you could see everything. It would be so perfect for so many tender moments in time. Or less tender, more rough and “chile, we shoulda got the roast out at 4:45, but it’s 5:25 moments”

Your brain just go happened to think about looking down, and Mat’s blissed out face, mildly flushed in comparison to other moments. You moved your hips just one touch to the right, and it caused you to orgasm on his face. Quite messily for an observer’s eye. Yeahhh, you should’ve warned him about that. Mat wiped his face off, and smiled, kissing your thigh as you fell to the opposite side of the bed. You laughed it off, and almost immediately knocked out.

“You could’ve told me about that, y’know.” Mat said, the next morning. He was brushing his teeth, and preparing to open The Coffee Spoon up for the morning.

“It would’ve ruined the fun. Who doesn’t like a bit of spice added to their coffee, hmm?” you retorted, watching as his eyes drifted over to yours in a somewhat happy, somewhat “oh my god, the fucking nerves of that pun” way.

No matter, because there would be a lot more surprises where that came from.

Mat, for reference:

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mallowstep · 3 years ago

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I wanna hear about the PO3 au's the anon left out! skyclan, loner, po5. Im guessing loner is Crow/Leaf raising the 3 outside of the clans. I love hearing you talk about your au's!

aww thanks! okay, same plan as before, details below the cut.

skyclan po3: it's, uh, pretty on the nose. crow and leaf run to skyclan with their kits.

loner po3: this is a catch-all term for three aus with similar premises, but i don't have a clear/short title to differentiate them. one is leafcrow, one is mothpool, and one is just leafpool. i'll talk about each of them.

po5: this is my internal name for the jaywing au. this, if you don't remember (and why would you), is a bit of a parallel to the dovefeather/med cat dovewing au where jaykit and dovekit are siblings.

skyclan po3: "they move on tracks of never-ending light" (title song)

the au title for this in my notes was "whitewater," but i think i'm going to save something else for that. (if you're confused why i have two titles for all of the aus: when i make a big au, it usually gets a temporary title that's short and easy to search, but i replace it with a permanent title later. sometimes they stay the same, like ashes, but usually i change it.)

so my only notes on this is

crowfeather and leafpool make it all the way to skyclan with a trio of newborn kits.

and like yeah, that's basically all i've figured out.

uhhh i know skyclan will come to the lake sooner, obviously, and i know that jay's character arc plays out really differently because there's less ableism.

(even in the windclan au, jay is intertwined with ableism: in that case, it's "either you're the same, or you're not capable." but leafstar is a sensible leader who doesn't have that problem.)

otherwise, yeah, i don't really know where i'm going with this, other than i think it'll be fun to explore, since leafpool is firestar's daughter and named after leafstar.

loner po3: the common thread in all of these is what happens to thunderclan's medicine cat after leafpool leaves?

(tbf, that's a common question in quite a few aus. but it makes itself a central conflict in these three.)

loner po3 I: leafcrow. "on and on we run in loops"

uh, yeah. they run away, and stay away. this one isn't supposed to focus on the kits that much, but rather, leafpool's struggle with duty and desire.

i've got this:

“There’s a loner,” the kittypet said, her voice languid, claws extended, but with an air of ease, “named Leaf. She’s been helping out loners for, oh, a season or two.”

as a quote from it. it's my least favorite of the loner po3 aus.

loner po3 II: single mom leafpool. "between us, i'd trade you for them every time"

i've talked about this one actually quite a bit, but it's probably going to take me a while to write it. it's inspired by "butterflies and hurricanes," but instead of leafpool dying, crowfeather dies.

also, the chapter titles come from "marjorie" which is basically 90% of why it's going to take me a while to work on it, that song makes me cry a lot and uh, things are a lil Much right now.

i've got a few scenes sketched out, from holly running away, and leafpool panicking, to leafpool worrying about bringing her kits to thunderclan.

loner po3 III: mothpool. "to make a choice in all this mess"

this is the au competing with divided po3 for next po3 au to write, and i'm...i love it. (as a note, i won't write two aus for the same time period at the same time. that's why i was waiting to finish wfmisus before i got back on doahins. now it's all messy. but i get confused lmao.)

anyway, i have the least written for this, but i'm very excited. in my first warriors fic ever, "if you love me any, let me know it now", leafpool thinks this:

(Leafpool should have left. She should have found Mothwing and told her and left. Maybe pause to say goodbye to Squirrelflight. Mothwing would have gone with her, and things would be alright. Not like they are now, all tangled and impossible.)

and well. i'm weak.

i don't have a ton of concrete stuff to say about it, especially considering it's so high on the list, but i mean, i'm excited.

po5: "wing and feather"

alright, this is an old one. since it's also high on my list, i want to explain where it came from rather than what it's about, because that will cover what it's about in a broad sense, without tempting me to give away the details.

(also, w&f is a working title. much like "feather take flight," i may change my mind.)

anyway. i started getting into warriors with "cloudtail's daughter," an au where dovewing and ivypool are brightheart's kits.

in a post so old i had to go to my main blog to find it, i said this:

i also want him to be dovewing’s brother. but the au where brightheart gives birth to dovekit, anxiety child, and jaykit, blind, and feels like a failure despite the fact that its not like her half-blindness is genetic, is not this au. that is another au.

and the seeds were planted.

so right, i'm writing up ctd around when i'm first reading "flightless dove, poison ivy," which will go on to inspire dovefeather (med cat dovewing au, but as you'll see, dovefeather is the assigned working au name. after i decided i didn't like feather take flight, i reverted back to its initial working title, dovefeather.)

so i've got these two things rolling around in my brain.

dovefeather comes first, because i reread fdpi so many times and i just. i want dovepaw to stay in riverclan. i don't want her to leave. i want her to be happy. (also please! i'm still finishing ch 2 of fdpi no spoilers it's taking me embarassingly long to finish.)

but anyway, consider this a bonus au talk because explaining what po5 is, imo, requires me explaining what dovefeather is. like, in an au talk scenario. they're unrelated aus, from a reader perspective.

so i come up with this list of "things i want to be different in oots":

dovewing should be cloudtail's daughter

dovewing and jayfeather should be siblings

dovewing should be a medicine cat

dovewing should go to riverclan

ivypool should be the fourth cat (but i'm not revealing which aus this applies to bc big time spoilers)

and this creates a bit of an au matrix. pick and choose, you know? ctd is (1).

dovefeather is (3) and (4).

but i still wanted (2), and so it seemed pretty natural to make a (1), (2), and (3) au.

but that's a retrospective analysis, what really happens is, i get like fourteen "what ifs" deep, until i'm writing fic for my fic for someone else's fic. kind of.

dovefeather diverges pretty sharply from fdpi, especially based on what i've read of ch2. it takes the same core idea, and because my idea of riverclan was inspired by fdpi, there are plenty of similarities, but i think it's functionally very different, and superficially similar.

(also, hollowflight ends up in a completely different trio lmao dovepaw hangs out with rushpaw, troutpaw, and mossypaw.)

but anyway, i'm trying not to write another au of the same time period, but i just finished writing out the full outline for ashes, and the next chapter (i.e., ch 12, which i'm hopefully posting today if all goes well) gets me thinking, and i can't let it go: i want (2) to happen.

so i look at my outline for dovefeather, because the rule is, it has to be very different from this.

since dovefeather is like 70% drafted (altho that number seems low, because i suspect i'm going to end up adding a lot into the fourth chapter), i now know that was never going to be an issue, but at the time, i was very worried.

so i was like! well, that means i'm going to fuck with every part of po3, and we're going to get ivypaw and hollypaw roped in, and jaypaw is always going to be a warrior, and i think i made squilf his mentor? or maybe sandstorm lmao.

either way, it ended up being defined by jaypaw, which i didn't initially plan on. but that's po5: squilf's litter lionkit, hollykit, ivykit & brightheart's litter dovekit and jaykit grow up together.

it's got a similar vibe to ashes IMO.

okay wow that ended up being a lot i've been hyperfocusing on dovefeather all weekend, and in my head, it's inextricably linked to ashes, ctd, and jaywing/po5, so uh. yeah.

hope this was what you were looking for?

#ask #anon #talk #au talk #mine #txt #dovefeather #jaywing #po5 #au drop

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nadiineross · 4 years ago

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chlodine band au

abandoned concept

Already, Nadine feels as if she has retired. Though she has always enjoyed routine, this is something else entirely—monotony.

Every morning she wakes up at the exact same time, drinks the same coffee, rides the same bus to work. Lunch breaks, she takes alone. The street on which she works is designed to appeal to as many people as possible, so everything is generic as it is flashy. When she had first gotten here, she had devised a list of restaurants within a five minute walk which she would try, and she still uses it as a rotation. On Mondays she eats at the American-style diner, Tuesdays are for Indian food, Wednesdays, Mexican, and so on and so forth.

Work is uninspiring and unfulfilling. Head of security in the city’s biggest music hall. The paperwork is dull and the patrols even more so. The only time she feels remotely close to who she was before Shoreline collapsed is when she’s working out at the gym. Even then, it is a poor substitute.

Routine. Simple, straightforward.

Eventually, she might let go of her resentment and learn to be grateful for the fifteen years she had with Shoreline. Now, however, she can’t help but still be bitter, even two years after it had slipped from her fingers. Her father’s doing; he had grown weak and sentimental, and dissolved the company before she could even think to step in for him. He had gone as far as to forbid her from that career and she was nothing if not dutiful as a soldier and as a daughter, even if it angered her to be so.

She hasn’t spoken to him since. She had moved away so she wouldn’t be tempted to continue their never-ending argument, and found her mind-numbing, soul-sucking job working as a cockblock to crowds of groupies when the next big thing deigned to tour in her coastal city.

She had become robotic. She felt as if she were wasting her life away, doing nothing. Though she was not retired according to the official definition of the word, she had been retired from her career as a soldier and, as someone who had cobbled their entire identity around being one, it was as good as true. Retired at 36.

These are the thoughts that plague her every waking moment. It’s not like the job requires of her more than 4 braincells. She has never been good with idle time.

On top of all that, there is a big concert tonight and will be followed by one more the following night. This, she has been dreading in the months that preceded it. The band is native to the city and, no matter what Nadine thinks of them, they are successful enough for the city to treat them as if they were its crown jewels. They aren’t even a real band—there are only two of them. How they coerced anyone to like them with a name like “Drake’s Fortune,” she will never know.

Still, she doesn’t work at The Rolling Stones, isn’t paid to opine, so she keeps it all to herself and does her job: a circuit of the building, double and triple-checking the locks on all the doors, and checking in on all the guards on duty tonight via radio.

As head of security, she doesn’t have a concrete post for the night. It’s more of a rotation, ensuring the gears are in place and well-oiled, at that. Generally, with big concerts like this, she tries to linger near the backstage to stop any zealous fans her subordinates can’t handle on their own. It hasn’t been that bad tonight and even she will admit the music isn’t terrible. But, of course, the band members themselves sound smarmy and obnoxious. From the hall, she hears the lead, Nathan, try to woo the crowd with his boyish charm and she scoffs at it. Sam the drummer and backup singer tags along and she fears she might roll her eyes so hard they become permanently affixed to the back of her head.

Probably, she has just lost her tolerance for people who are unnecessarily loud about how happy they are with their careers. The irony doesn’t escape her, doing what she does. Every other week, a new band or singer parades through town to laugh and scream and flaunt themselves on a stage in fromt of thousands. And she had been tasked with making sure they make it to the next city intact enough to do it all over again.

She misses the rest of the show, called to the entrance, and she is thankful to leave behind the sounds of the brothers Drake. After that, she has to go help out at the backdoor which takes almost an hour to handle. The thick of the crowd has mostly dissipated by the time the clock hits 12:30am and none of the band members had appeared—thank god for that.

It is another hour before she’s finally finished with all her responsibilities. She immediately takes off her uniform top and ties it around her waist, sweat-stained as it is. She has a second tank top and a spare shirt in her office to change into.

It’s on the way back there that she notices she’s lost the only personal affect she takes to work: a bracelet her mother had gifted her at the airport before she’d left for this city. Immediately, she feels a headache coming on.

If her mother found out, she’d be delivered from an early retirement to an early grave.

Bordering on nauseous, she rushes to retrace her steps: backstage, entrance, backdoor. As she’d expected, she comes up empty. Really, what are the odds?

Sighing, she turns back to the backdoor and begins to unlock it. It’s then when it swings open from the inside; Nadine has to jerk back to avoid getting slammed in the face. A woman comes stumbling out, cursing as she misses the step down into the back alley. She’s in a red shirt, tight and cut just above her bellybutton, and a pair of what looks to Nadine like fashionable, upscale cargo pants. In her hand, she holds a phone which she had obviously been watching instead of her step.

Nadine scowls. “Hey, watch it.”

The woman spins around, a look of surprise flashing across her face. “Sorry.” Then, she squints at Nadine, under the neon lights, and her look of remorse fades into curiosity, and mischief, and an infuriating arrogance. “Hey there.”

Nadine only glares and makes for the door. The woman raises an eyebrow and steps in her way.

“I’m not sure you’re allowed back there, love,” the woman drawls, leaning too close into Nadine’s personal space. Ordinarily, Nadine would’ve put this woman in her place instantly, but the confidence and her apparent access to the backdoor leads her to believe she might be with the Drakes in some capacity. She isn’t interested in losing her job over this. “But I’ll be happy to show you to where you are very much welcome.”

Oh, she thinks Nadine is a groupie. She closes her eyes and tries not to fly off the handle. “Christ, I don’t know who you are but I work here and I’m not in the mood for this.”

To her credit, the woman takes it in stride. She sticks her hand out. “Chloe Frazer, touring member. I play bass.”

Nadine stares at her hand. Stares at the wrist attached to her hand. Stares at the bracelet looped around the wrist.

Slowly, Chloe’s smile fades and she drops her hand. “Look, are you lost?”

“Am I— I’m the head of fucking security,” Nadine barks out, near trembling with rage. “And you’re wearing my fucking bracelet, and you’re in my fucking way, and you’re wearing my fucking bracelet!”

Chloe steps back at the sheer outrage in Nadine’s voice.

“Well?!” Nadine thunders.

Sheepishly, Chloe takes the bracelet off and holds it out to Nadine— she snatches it back and tightens it hard enough to maybe cut off circulation.

Chloe clears her throat. “Hey, uh, I found it. I was going to bring it to lost and found.”

Nadine scowls. “Funny, I’ve worked here for ages and I’ve never heard of the back alley lost and found. Must’ve slipped my notice.”

“Actually, the thing is, I was going to make a call first—”

“Save it.”

And Nadine wrenches the door open and slams it shut behind her, and storms her way through the building with a glower so biting she thinks she spots Nathan Drake ducking behind a crate to get out of her way. As it should be.

note: so basically im incapable of giving either of them occupations that arent treasure hunting so it wouldve turned out chloes an eccentric well off treasure hunter who also plays bass sometimes for her friends cos she’s a hot girl and nadine, unhappy w her career, is offered a job by chloe (see: tll) but this is only after nadine n chloe hv been dating for a while:) i dont like this enough to continue it but here ya go

#chlodinefics #chlodine

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wildtorres-a · 5 years ago

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥.

WHAT? — after a night of their usual antics, drew and lia wake up in bed together.

WHEN? — saturday night, march 21st.

TRIGGERS? — very long smut, alcohol mentions + use, drug mentions + use.

FEATURING — lia rosenburg ( @rosenburg-lia )

A deep sigh left Amelias mouth as she settled herself opposite Drew in the jaccuzi, she was grateful for the connection she had with the boy. If she had a chaotic plan she knew that he was the best person to call, almost never saying no to whatever crazy idea she had planned. "Today has been interesting, Im glad men are simple creatures and are still attracted to boobs," She joked as she took a hit of her blunt, her head tilting slightly as her eyes trained on Drews, "Im glad we did this, a sort of escape in a way," She spoke with a small shrug as a smirk tugged to her lips, "Plus the room is not bad, the bed looks like a cloud. Im proud of you Torres," a quick wink sent his way with a laugh.

it'd been a long day, even longer when the brunette teen thought back on the fight he had with his step mother that morning. there was the frequent disappointment, threats to take away all social devices and temporary isolation other than school that would turn permanent if he didn’t get his act together and begin focusing on the right things, and the mention of ‘stupidity’ that left a bitter taste in his mouth along with a clenched jaw. it ended with her leaving his room and beginning to get ready for second shift, when drew grabbed his keys and made his way right out of the house, slamming the door despite her protests. which of course, leads him to where he is now. sitting back against the jets, as he lays his head upwards on the edge of the jacuzzi, puffing out smoke from his last inhale, the drug already taking it’s effect as lia sits across from him. it’d been a mere ten minutes ago when the last family, a mother and her two sons, had left the pool room leaving the two miscreant teenagers to their own devices. which of course was when the drugs and alcohol had been brought out, thankfully the two wouldn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting them, having already given the receptionist an extra $50 to let them stay after hours. drew almost thought it wouldn’t work, this being one of the more prestigious hotels in the city, but you’d be surprised what you could get at the right price. he grabs the bottle of ciroc, takes a swig, before placing the bottle back on the cement. chuckles at her words, “i doubt there will come a day where men will not be attracted to those” his eyes linger on the subject of the matter for only a second, before they shift back onto her gaze. he’s playing with fire and he knows it, but is sure she’ll chalk it up to their usual banter. “i’m more than glad, i couldn’t be in a better state of mind than i am right now,” he offers, with a smile. glad that lia had taken him up on his offer to get into something entertaining.

it’s the first time in a while he'd heard anybody say anything along the lines of being proud of him, even if it's being said in a joking manner. he feels almost pathetic for basking in the feeling more than he should. more than what’s necessary. ”hey, i should be thanking you, i couldn’t have done it without you,” he praises with a sly smirk. doesn’t feel the guilt from pickpocketing the man a few hours earlier, doesn’t think he'd miss the $300 that much, given his expensive looking suit and polished dress shoes to match. sticks his hand out for the blunt as he passes her the bottle , ”plus i heard this place has good ass breakfast, if we’re even up in time for it” doesn’t admit that he wishes the night could never end, not wanting to think of the repercussions of his actions when they wake up in the morning. ”wanna make things more interesting?“ he asks, the dim lighting giving her a glow, as he looks her over.

The way their family treated them was something that bonded the two almost from the jump. Being held to a higher standard than was necessary and fighting back even if not on purpose. Her parents expecting more out of her given her older sisters life, but she wasnt right in their eyes. It seemed like no matter how much she took the time to mold herself into the image they had of her, it wasnt working. They would find something new to hone in on and make her change. Eventually just learning to love herself and the person she was. And she had been like that for a while now, but to most it seemed he had just randomly changed in a way. But Lia knew this side of Drew for most of the time they had been in eachothers lives, it wasnt a shock to see him acting the way he was and the things he was doing. She had grown to enjoy this side, they got into plenty of trouble over the years because of it. Something about their energy coming together, maybe it was sharing a birthday, or maybe there was something else, but it was always somehow chaotic. Tonight was a prime example of them scheming purely for a good time. She wasnt one to shy away from using her body to get what she wanted, nor flirting with older men for money. But when Drew suggested the plan she couldnt help the devious smirk that had tugged to her lips. A very similar one to the smirk that was on her face as she watched Drews gaze fall, a wink sent his way when their gazes met, "They come in quite handy at times, so I hope they dont," She chuckled lightly as she leaned her elbows back on the cement behind her, taking a drag off the blunt one more time. His smile being returned as she exhaled. "Well we cant have a sad Torres, then no one has any fun," She spoke with a teasing pout as she passed him the blunt, taking the bottle off his hands, immediately pressing the opening to her mouth and tilting her head back.

"I do have quite the way with men dont I," she spoke with a small shrug, a laugh bubbling out as she relaxed back into her place, slightly closer to Drew so it was easier for them to pass back and forth. "But thats why we're partners in this, couldnt do half of my crazy antics without you D," She chuckled lightly, thinking on the countless stupid shit the two had gotten into together. Petty theft was one of the more minor on the list, well at least to her. Others would think they were crazy if they only knew. Her grin widened as her eyes lit up at the thought of breakfast, "That sounds amazing right now," A small moan falling from her as she thought about the food, "We shouldve brought munchies out," A small pout falling to her lips before a smirk took its place, an eyebrow raise sent towards the boy, "what have you concocted in that pretty little head of yours?" Her eyes finding his as she they traced his face.

perhaps it's the liquor. maybe the weed. he’s not entirely sure, but his eyes can’t help scan over her body clad in the tight baby blue bikini. he’s always found lia attractive, as well as any guy that's ever come across her he supposes, with an enthralling personality to match. but he knows there’s a limit to how far they can go, even if he is tempted to go over and beyond the unspoken boundaries as they sit half naked in the otherwise vacant pool room. he lets the jets calm him, listens to the sound the water makes as it laps up against the edges, hoping it takes the thoughts away. he takes the blunt from her hand, pressing it to his lips, and inhaling it. he blows the air out a good ten seconds later, eyes on her as she talks. “i’d say you definitely have them wrapped around your finger,” he smirks, as she comes closer to him. “not that i can blame them, you’re beautiful” he leaves it at that, as he gives her a cheshire smile. “you know, you’re the only one i don't feel like a total idiot around” and now he knows the alcohol is talking, but he can’t find himself to disagree with the words. ”i think i seen a little store up by the reception desk, we can get some when we get out of here” he offers, finding her pout to be cute. he takes another hit of the blunt, inhales it, holds it in before he leans over and gently grabs lia by the shoulders, leans in until their lips are only centimeters apart, and blows the smoke into her mouth. “i’ve always wanted to do that,” he confesses when it’s over, lingering there only for a moment before pulling back, but not fully moving away. “twenty one questions, if you’re up for it,” he answers, “only if you don’t answer a question, you take a shot” he shrugs, doubting that any shots will be taken between them and their daring personalities.

She always felt a rush when she was around Drew, something about his demeanor just had her fixated at times. He was a good looking guy, one of the best in the school, there was no denying. His personality making him all that more intoxicating to the girls around the halls. But due to the history he had with a certain person in her life there were limits. Granted she may have put them on the friendship, out of respect, but there was something about the atmosphere. Maybe it was the feeling of the jets against her skin, or the way his eyes raked against her, but she felt something shift. Finding herself watching the way Drew hit the blunt, admiring the way his lips looked as he exhaled. Her eyes clouding over slightly with more than just alcohol and marijuana. "Its a talent of mine," She spoke, arching a perfectly done brow, "Only beautiful?" She spoke her tone laced with something more than just their usual banter. "Its because we thrive off chaos, especially when we're together," She chuckled lightly, gasping lightly as she felt Drews hands pull her in. Her eyes meeting his as she inhaled the smoke, exhaling as a small smirk pulled at her lips. "Shouldve done it sooner," She spoke, her mouth working faster than her brain in her crossfaded state. "Im up for anything, you know that," She chuckled, "Although Id much rather just take shots for fun," A small shrug, "Ask away cutie," She spoke leaning her elbow on the side of the jacuzzi, resting her head on her palm as she looked at him with an almost believable innocent look on her face

there’s a chuckle that leaves moist lips at her comment, as his eyes meet hers, “and gorgeous, and sexy” he eyes her lips right after the word’s said. he knows it's wrong, to be mindlessly flirting with his ex girlfriend’s cousin, the same girl he considered his first love, but nothing in the moment feels wrong about it. “but i’m sure you have enough guys and girls telling you that” he smirks. listens to her speak, and is grateful to have her around, even if it just amid the chaos. he hears her comment, doesn’t give a response. knows it’s not necessary. they’ve crossed the line tonight. it’s in their stares, longing and want, and now that it’s here, he wonders how long they’ve been holding it in. how long they’ve been secretly waiting for the other to slip up and make a move. a wrong move, but a move nonetheless. and he does know that. knows that she’s down for the ride anytime, and is happy to accompany him, bad decisions and all. they’re probably bad for each other, no voice of reason to guide the other, but it doesn’t stop the brunette male from inching closer to her, tone no higher than a whisper. “how long have you wanted to kiss me?” and now, he knows there’s no going back.

Lia couldnt help bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth a Drews words, something about his tone telling her everything changed. "I may have been once or twice, but it sounds so nice coming from your mouth," somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was telling her to stop while she still could. that he was off limits because of her cousin, who would never forgive her. but she knew there had always been more to their relationship than the mindless flirting, she had thought about it once or twice. in more detail than she would care to admit to anyone. but finding herself in this moment she knew she was in for it. that there was no going back after today, they had to be on the same page. she knows she can trust drew with her life if she needed to. If at any time she wants to have an adventure she knew she could text him and hed be at her door asap. but as she found herself instinctively moving closer to the male, their gazes unwavering, she knew that it was the final straw. her hand finding itself on his thigh under the water as she moved closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke, "Months," She spoke, breaking the final wall and placing her lips on his

the lights are dim, the pool room door is locked, no distractions, no disturbances. he’s not thinking straight, he’s not thinking of anything else but how good he wants to make her feel. wants to hear how she sounds when she comes undone. the blunt is set to the side, ashed on the cement right next to the bottle of ciroc. forgotten. “i can think of better things i can do with my mouth,” he states in a playful tone with a wink, although they both know what’s to come. the forbidden aspect of their actions making this all the more interesting. and maybe for one fleeting moment he feels bad, but he can’t help himself from wanting to reach out and feel her smooth skin. and he knows the temptation is too strong, even if it comes with consequences. he lets her start things off, lets her be in control, until he can’t hold back anymore. their lips meet in a heated kiss, and he can feel just how bad they both wanted this. it’s urgent, needy, and mind blowing all in one. his tongue jutting out atop her bottom lip for permission, as he slips his fingers into her hair. and there’s an obvious taste of weed mixed with the ciroc, but there’s also a hint of mint once you got past the others. he moves his hands down to her hips, before settling on her lower backside, and scooping her into his arms. he holds her in place under her thighs, legs wrapped around him. he feels the effect she has on him, and wonder if she does too. starts making his way to the edge of the jacuzzi, and once he sets her down on top of the cement, he wastes no time placing his lips on her neck, giving soft pecks, until he licks around, trying to find a spot that’ll make her weak in the knees.

"I cant wait for you to show me," She spoke, a captivating tone lacing her words. she knew where they were going, not wanting to bounce around the subject. she felt every bit of his statement through her body, having thought about this moment a few times in the past. having ultimately deciding he was off limits and better as a friend. she watched him with hooded eyes, her eyes darkening to almost black as she looked at him.she hesitated for a brief moment before she had decided to give in, she would let him have her in that moment. in anyway he wanted, she was entirely his. her mind not caring about the consequences, her body craving his touch over every inch of her skin. a small squeal coming from her throat allowing herself to be pulled from her spot, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly. A light moan came from her lips as she felt just how much he wanted this, her heart pumping in excitement, as she felt a rush to her core. her arms resting around the base of his neck, fingers pulling ever so slightly. she could taste the green apple flavor almost immediately, getting a hint of the weed in the aftertaste, something within it becoming addicting to her within the brief period their lips were locked. she felt herself get placed on the cement, shifting ever so slightly, as she tilted her neck, her eyes fluttering closed as small moans fell from her lips.

he doesn’t want to think about how they’ll feel about it in the morning, wants to bask in this moment. their lust filled gazes burning into the other, touch starved, and filled with need that only the other can supply. maybe they can pin it on the alcohol, many have before, and they wouldn't be the last to make impulsive moves with the liquid in their system. he's brick hard, can feel the length against his right thigh, the discomfort it's making in his swim trunks, but isn’t focused on it. wants to make her feel good, like no other can. the moans emitting from her mouth is music to his ears. he starts to suck on her neck, switching ever so often to strokes of his tongue, and then back to sucking, leaving a few marks she’d have to hide the next few days. he pulls away, gives her a peck on the lips again, as he holds her face in both of his hands, admiring her. “you’re beautiful baby, and i’m gonna make you feel so good” he keeps his word, as he kisses down to her chest. he grabs at the bikini top, in too much of a rush to untie the pretty blue fabric, he slips it up and over her breasts. gives the right nipple a peck, and watching it harden, before flicking it with his tongue a few times, and taking it into his mouth. he then moves on to the left one, and repeats. once he feels she’s satisfied enough, he begins kissing down her tone stomach. slowly, teasing her with a smirk playing at his lips. he kisses her just below the belly button. then places his arms under her, wrapping around her thighs, pulling her closer to him and holding them open, leaving a kiss there, and a lick there, feeling the heat from her core, as he gives her a kiss through the bottoms and then blows lightly, taking pleasure in her reaction of the pressure. “you gotta tell me what you want baby,” looks into her eyes with a mischievous grin, as he continues to tease her.

his touch was intoxicating, focusing on the way his hands felt as they roamed her body, an almost electric feeling being left in their wake. they could try to chalk tonight up to their cross faded state, to a one time deal, but something told her this was gonna be more than a one night stand. feeling the way her body reacted every little thing he did, she knew she was done for. that no matter what she was putty in his hands, he had her whenever and if ever and however he wanted her. her head was thrown back, loud whines leaving her lips as drew made his mark, having a feeling it was more than just heat of the moment, as if marking her in a way, a reminder to her what he does tonight, of how he made her feel. a small smile found its way onto her face during their intimate moment at his words, something about hearing them from his lips. turning almost shy for a second at them, "please baby," she practically begged, slowly reaching her hand below the waters' surface, needed to feel more of him. her hand slipping below the waistline of his shorts, wrapping around his length, a small gasp leaving her lips. he was bigger than she imagined, finding herself leaning up against him, her lips brushing his ear, "i cant wait for you to fuck me baby, youre so fucking big," she purred, nibbling lightly on his earlobe as she leaned back, a small intake of breath from the feeling of the wind on her aroused nipples, getting cut off by a loud moan as drew began his play with them. her other hand coming to play with the top of his hair, tugging with her moans every so often as her eyes fluttered closed. slowly opening her hooded eyes to watch the raven haired boy as he traveled lower, her hands coming to rest on her chest. a matching smirk finding its way to her face, before her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth taking in the sight before her. a small giggle left her lips as he pulled her closer, soft gasps and light moans tumbling from her mouth from his touch.

her hand found its way into his hair again, tugging at the teasing. whines accompanying her actions with breathy moans falling as she moved closer to him, trying to get more friction where he was needed the most. her eyes finding his, a rush going straight to her core at his words, her thighs instinctively trying to close for some sensation. "i wanna know how your tongue feels baby, fucking me as you play with my clit. Make me cum with your mouth, please baby," She practically begged, wanting nothing more than to come undone under him again and again.

he’s enthralled in her at this exact moment, wants to keep that look of utter pleasure on her face, doesn’t want to forget it. and it’s then he realizes that things won’t be the same, even if they go back to their daily routine by the time the sun rises and they only have hazy recollection about what’s currently taking place. he’s never made his mark on a girl that wasn’t his current girlfriend, didn’t care to claim territory on what wasn’t rightfully his, but something in him wants her to remember this moment. wants to see her amongst the crowd at one of the next outings, and admire his work. the sensual touching, the needy look in her eyes as he places his hands on all the right spots. in this moment, he wasn’t thinking of what anybody from school would think if they saw the two right now, wasn’t thinking of the mayhem that would be tori's reaction, and he certainly wasn’t thinking of the punishment he’d definitely have to endure when he stepped foot into the household tomorrow. whatever it was, it’d be worth it. to see her wither under his touch, to hear her gasp, and moan and watch her face as she takes in all the pleasure.

it's almost as if the two are intoxicated on each other, clouded by the rush of it all. the longing to reach out and feel the other’s touch too much. her pleads only egging him on, and increasing the want he already has for her. he lets out a small deep groan as she holds him in her hand, and he leans in closer to her, kisses her shoulder, then places his face in the crook of her neck, whispers in his ear. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, i’m gonna have to carry you out of here by the time we’re done” it’s a promise he intends to keep, as he moves back to his former spot. — he appreciates the tugging, loves it actually, and smirks at her impatience. wonders how her nails will feel against his back. he considers continuing the torture, but figures she’s had enough, at least for now. it’s only seconds after she does exactly what he’s asked of her, that he gives her one last peck against the thin material, then strips her of it, smiling as she helps him by lifting her lips. he tosses it to the side, before going back to his rightful spot rested between her legs, head tilted towards heaven. he’s watched porn an abundance of times, as well as many of his own experiences, and knows exactly where she wants him to be. his tongue swipes against her entrance, feeling the juices she’s already produced. “you taste so good, and you're so wet for me” he murmurs, as he makes eye contact before making himself familiar with her clit. licking and applying as much pressure as he can, all while holding her legs open, dipping his tongue into her folds from time to time, and then going back to the clit, holding her in place. his eyes staring into hers intently, as he laps at her juices, inserting a finger and then another into her slicked folds, as his tongue continues it’s work on her pearl. “so wet,” he repeats, as he watches her.

everything about him captivated her, each moment becoming engraved in her memory. she could almost feel the atmosphere shift in that moment, every ounce of her soul knew things had changed. knowing she wouldnt be able to just look at him in the halls, or simply sit next to him without a flash of this night playing in her head. but she didnt care, not about a single thing except him. she didnt care that when she awoke the next morning her entire world would shift, that she would lose the closest person in her life for god only knows how long. she just knew she didnt want the night, the euphoria, to end. every experience she had, every person that entered her life didnt compare to how she felt. she couldnt stop the whines that were falling from her throat, or the jolts being sent through her body from his touch. she felt good, knowing she had his entire presence, not a single thing being able to drag either one out of the moment. everything else being pushed to the back of her mind, all the little things that were on her shoulders melting off as his hands and mouth worked over her body. almost as if this was was second nature to the boy, knowing exactly what spots to hit, what got bigger reactions out of her without ever having experienced each other.

her body shivered against him at his words, a moan falling from her lips simply at the thought of him fucking her until she barely knows her won name. "fuck me like the whore I am," her tone almost dangerous, challenging even. their gazes finding one another, a smirk pulling at her plump lips, and a wink sent his way. she watched him move in between her legs, widening ever so slightly for him. her heart pumping as she anticipated his next move, whining when he didnt listen right away, "please," she begged, her hips immediately propping themselves into the air when she felt his hands pulling at the straps of her bottoms. her eyes falling closed, a sharp hiss falling from her lips when his tounge found her slit. she had gotten wet just from seeing him topless before they got in the jacccuzi, knowing she was dripping by the time he got her bottoms off. "its all yours, all for you, whenever you want it baby," She choked out in between moans, her body arching every so often despite the hold he had on her. her eyes finding his amidst the haze, her hand tugging harder on his hair feeling his fingers slip in with ease, a loud whimper breaking from her lips. her other hand finding his shoulder, digging in ever so slightly, a breathy and almost inaudible "Fuck me," falling from her lips

he hadn't expected this. the scene unfolding before him. figured they’d drink and smoke, probably get a few noise complaints from their neighbors, and wake up to a trashed hotel room. maybe wreak havoc around the area. but he's sure none of that could compare to this. — once he's good and ready, meaning he feels she’s satisfied enough, dripping wet and begging for more, he removes both his mouth and fingers, then repeating her words, “all mine,”. even though they both know they don’t belong to each other, he has to admit he likes hearing the words fall from her lips. he’s sure it’s somewhere around 11 o’ clock, possibly nearing midnight. the two having entered the pool room at least an hour before. he knows although no one’s checking for them, it’s best to be out of here within a reasonable time. he doesn’t respond to her pleads. instead he slips out of the red and blue swim trunks, lets them pool around his ankles, before he hovers over her body, and pecks her lips a few times. slips his hands under her for what feels like the millionth time, lifting her petite frame, before placing her down in the water with him. “you ready baby?” he asks, wants to make sure this is still what they both want. before turning her around, placing her arms on the edge of the jacuzzi, spreading her legs, and aligning himself up with her entrance. once she gives the okay, he slips in, groaning at the pleasure he already feels. “shit,” he hisses, as he pulls out little by little, and thrusts in deep, trying to get into a steady rhythm, all the while making sure she’s comfortable. “fuck, you’re so wet and tight,” he groans out, as his thrusts become more rapid. admiring the glistening cream she's producing, as he slaps her right cheek, and drills into her, going as deep as he can. as her walls begin to close around him, he moves his dominant hand up to her neck, gripping it softly, and urging her to cum. his mind is free of everything else, but he subconsciously thanks audra for the fight they had earlier leading up to this.

if anyone were to tell her that she would find herself naked on the edge of a Jacuzzi while her cousins ex boyfriend ate her out, shed tell them they were crazy. the dynamic between them never being anything more than destructive at times, caring deeply for the other but not in the way that would bring them to this experience. coming to the random hotel she expected the usual blunts and bottles, but she was more than happy with the position she found herself in. a smirk found its way on her face as he repeated her words, while they both knew better, in this moment they were each others. nothing stopping them from living out their wildest fantasies. while the jacuzzi wasnt her first choice, there was something sensual about the area. being out in the public eye but still being totally private, the jets creating a sort of numbness on their skins if they were submerged. she watches as he slips out of his shorts, not even bothering to hide the action as her eyes trained to his cock, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth as she slowly raked his body. slowly working up till she met his gaze, a smirk crossing her features. her hands coming to rest around his neck, kissing him back with small giggles as she was swept from her spot. pecking his lips one more time as her hand fell to stroke him a few times, a small nod following his words. allowing herself to be positioned as he wished. her hands placed firmly on the concrete under her as she pushed back slightly onto him. A sharp intake of breathe as he pressed into her. whimpers falling from her lips at his pace, encouraging him to go harder. soon loud cries of pleasure fell from her lips, breathy words of encouragement for him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "faster baby," she spoke with a loud moan, her back arching when he hit her spot. "right there, daddy, keep going," she could feel a knot tightening, "fuck," an almost pornographic moan coming from her lips as his hand came to rest on her throat, her own coming to rest over his a squeeze to tell him he can choke her harder as she slowly came undone underneath him.

anyone who set eyes on lia and knew of her, could assume she'd be a bit wild between the sheets. but she’d exceeded drew’s expectations. the arch of her back, giving him perfect access to the spot he wanted to reach, her meeting his each and every thrust, and the way they both were sexually connected in the moment. knowing exactly where the other wants to be touched, what the other wants to hear and when. he's had bad sex before, he’s sure she has her stories too, but drew feels like he met his match. he grants her wish, picking up speed, pounding into her like she wants. he’s close, and the feeling of her walls clenching around him, the juices coating him, as she rides her orgasm out. “so good baby girl, so good” he mutters out, knowing it's only a matter of seconds before he joins her. gripping her throat a little rougher, he slams into her will full force, burying himself within her. he feels it all, the tightening, the pleasure, the twitch and he lets out a satisfied groan as he removes his hand from around her and pulls out as quickly as he can, the semen falling in the water. he slips his swimming trucks back on, walks over to her, and gives her a passionate kiss, moving her now damp hair out of her face, still panting. “what do you say we go upstairs to our room, and go for round 2?” he smiles at her, as he hands her the bottoms to her bikini. “i’ll even keep my promise and carry you up” he winks, picking up the two nearby towels, and wrapping it around her shoulders.

like with most of the guys in the school, she had her suspicions of how Drew was in the bedroom. but everything she had thought was surpassed that night. meeting him match for match as the night went along, knowing every little thing the other wanted as the night went. there was something laying in the air around them, something that no one would be able to explain. not even the two teenagers in the jacuzzi, becoming undone within each other, forgetting the stress of world around them for just a moment. lia let out one final whimper, feeling him pull out of her. standing on shaky legs as she sat on the side of the jacuzzi, swinging her legs over to land on the steps. watching as drew collected their clothes. her hand cupping his face as she kissed him back with equal passion, maybe even more. "I think that sounds perfect," A small chuckle as she slipped her bottoms on, "Piggyback ride?" She asked a small pout on her lips as she feigned innocence towards the boy despite the less then innocent acts transpired less then a few minutes prior.

the morning after.

all that is heard is the default ringtone of an iphone, and chestnut orbs flutter open at the alarming sound. his right hand immediately goes to his head, as he shields his eyes from the sunlight through the hotel’s thin curtains, his head throbbing in pain. doesn’t miss the fact that he's completely naked under the covers. he remembers bits and pieces of last night, can taste the remnants of peach ciroc on his tongue, the groggy feeling he has because of the weed from the night prior. he tries to recollect his memory, before his phone starts ringing again, and he declines it, before looking at the notifications. 7 missed calls from audra torres, 15 text messages from audra torres. he groans, before hearing a shift in the bed, and looks over to find none other than the beauty that is lia rosenburg under the blankets, also naked from what he can tell.��

he fumbles out of the sheets, muttering out a “fuck,” at his current situation. scrambling to get his jeans on, while the memories flash in his mind, the sex, the wanting, the way he felt. he goes to the other side of the bed, still shirtless, as he shakes her awake gently, “lia?” he calls out, as he moves the hair out of her face just like he had the night before.

The incessant buzzing from a phone was beginning to get to lia. Her head pounding and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep, and stay that way for the rest of the day. A huff being let out as she pulled the blanket over her head, tucking herself deeper into the blanket, trying to drown out the noise. Without even blinking her eyes open she pushed the source of the voice away. “Sleep,” she spoke softly, wrapping the blanket around her hand, uncovering her face again, pulling it up under her chin. her head throbbing as she let out a quiet groan, the brightness from the sun to much even with her eyes closed. her throat raw from what she assumed to be weed she smoked, the lingering taste in her mouth mixed with what she thought was some sort of peach vodka, based on the headache she had. Snap shots of the night prior dancing in her head, slowly sitting up as she let out a light groan, her hips feeling sore, as if she spent the night on a bike. Holding onto the blanket as she ran her fingers through her hair she slowly turned to the source of the noise. Her eyes finding a naked torso, slowly trailing her eyes up their form.

Lia couldnt help the small gasp as she made eye contact with Drew Torres, all the memories of the night prior hitting her at once. Every little touch, every word, emotion flooding back. Her head falling as she fell back against the headboard, not knowing what to say. Her mind flooding with all the consequences of what they did, but something within her still feeling on fire as she recounted their entire night.

drew can't help but gaze at the girl, giving her a soft smile, before running hands through his brunette hair, and sitting down on the side of the bed. the room is half trashed, and he wonders if they had sex here too, before shrugging it off as an ‘of course’. looking at the home screen of his phone again, he finds that it’s 9:24 AM, and they’re expected to be checked out by noon. he scratches the back of his neck, before giving lia another once over, catching the hickeys painted onto her neck. “did we?” he asks, motioning to himself then her, doesn't specify, but they both know what he means.

she brought her head back up, giving him small smile as well, glancing around for any shirt she could find quickly. her eyes taking in the state of the room, bottles and empty blunt packages scattered around. she knew what they did, her mind racing as she thought of all the things that could go wrong. she didnt know how many times they had sex, but she did know her legs were killing her, and it was gonna be a fun walk to the elevator. her eyes caught his gaze, chuckling softly at his words, her hand coming to run through her hair, as much as she could anyway. The blanket falling from her shoulders ever so slightly, "I think we did," She spoke, biting her lip softly as she processed her words.

#rosenburg-lia #blame it on the alcohol.#do not read this lmao.#smut /#smut //#tw: smut #tw smut #alcohol /#alcohol //#tw: alcohol #tw alcohol #drugs /#drugs //#tw: drugs #tw drugs

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horansqueen · 6 years ago

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Cloverleaf

Prologue of the 3some series!

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NIALL

The first time I saw her is the first time Harry brought her home. He had told me a bit about her, about how perfect she was and how he could see himself fall in love with her. It was surprising to hear Harry say these kind of things just for the fact that he never falls in love, ever.

I couldn't say I was immediately attracted to her, but she did have something i couldn't decipher : a glimpse or a sparkle that not everyone had. It's only after the evening was done, when it was in the middle of the night and we were still drinking and laughing, that I realized what Harry meant when he said she was special.

I wouldn't go as far as saying I fell in love with her and even if I could have, I would have definitely stopped myself. The way Harry was looking at her was telling me to stay away, to consider her like a friend at best and maybe even just as 'Harry's girlfriend'. It's not that I wanted to diminish her to something as simple as being someone's lover, but If I actually listened to myself, being closer to her, although very tempting, was also plain wrong, or it seemed.

I wouldn't go as far as saying I stood a chance against Harry anyway, but the friendship I had with him was more important than getting a girl like her, or even just trying. And I admit, but only to myself, that I wanted to be with her in a way I shouldn't.

"Are you drunk?" she asked me, her face extremely close to mine, so close I thought her lips were about to brush against mine. "You look drunk."

My eyes were wet, as a result of all the laughter we shared and she tilted her head as I looked at her with a permanent grin on my face, due to the amount of alcohol running in my veins. Maybe also because of her presence, but it didn't matter.

"Maybe." I just answered in a low tone, making her lips curl more.

I felt my heart twist until she started laughing again and suddenly, a beer appeared between our heads, right in front of my face.

"Stop flirting with my girlfriend, Horan."

I laughed and my eyes followed Harry as he walked around the couch and sat on the floor, in front of us. Y/N and I were leaning against the couch, on the floor too, our bodies turned towards each other's, but when Harry sat with us, I didn't feel at ease anymore and turned to face him.

"Truth or dare?"

I held my breath when her voice reached my ear and finally turned again to look at her, sending her an amused smile. She didn't really expect me to play this ridiculous and juvenile game, right?

"No way," I chuckled. "I'm not playing."

No matter how this game would turn, I had the feeling it wouldn't be good, and avoiding playing was the best thing I could do. There were many dares I wasn't ready to do, and even more truths I wasn't ready to confess. Y/N raised her nose in a grimace, a smile still gracing her lips, and it made mine curl too.

"Dare."

We both turned to Harry who was twisting his beer in his hand and Y/N smiled more, tilting her head slightly. She moved her upper body closer to him, ending up on all four, and kissed his lips gently. I held my breath as I looked at the position she was in, and a bunch of dirty thoughts started invading my mind. I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or if she simply had that effect on me, but I squirmed on my seat and cleared my throat, still looking shamelessly at her.

"Thank you baby." she whispered against Harry's lips. "I dare you not to touch me for the next 2 minutes."

I watched as she moved closer and straddled his lap. Her lips quickly reached for his neck and she started kissing, licking and sucking a specific spot. Harry tilted his head and closed his eyes, letting out a very low groan when she nibbled on his skin. She started grinding her hips against him and it started turning me on. I had no idea how he could resist touching her, I would have given in half a minute ago.

"Baby, you're being unfair." he almost whimpered. "You know I can't resist it when you do that."

I glanced at his fingers trying to grip the carpet and then checked my watch before looking up at them.

"It's been two minutes."

I didn't think the game would turn into something like that, but now that I saw that happening in front of me, I was less reluctant about it, especially if it meant having Y/N rub herself against me.

She stopped moving and chuckled low, pressing her forehead against Harry's gently.

"You're good, I didn't think you could resist."

She moved away from him and sat down. His eyes never left her, not even a fraction of second, and he licked his lips, bending his upper body closer, in her direction.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

I was about to witness something else, I knew it, and I moved closer to them, in hope to be part of whatever was happening in front of me.

"Suck my fingers like you would my cock."

Quickly, she grabbed his hand, taking his forefinger and middle finger in her mouth, moving her head down until they were knuckle deep. She started sucking on them so hard that it also sucked her cheeks in. I watched as she took them out of her mouth and ran her tongue on them up and down, tilting her head and sucking them on the sides. I tried to imagine her doing the same thing to my dick and the thought made my cock twitch in my pants.

I saw her glance at me before letting go of Harry's fingers and she sent me a smirk, tilting her head a bit.

"Fuck babe that was hot." Harry stated in a whisper.

She smiled more at his words but kept looking at me, her eyes roaming on me quickly.

"Truth or dare, Niall?"

This time, I definitely wanted to play. Everything they did right in front of me had turned me on and I felt like no matter what they'd ask me to do, I wouldn't argue.

"Dare." I heard the word out loud and held my breath.

It had escaped my lips despite myself, making my whole body throb with impatience. It took her a few seconds to decide on a dare and she glanced at Harry to smile at him before putting her attention back on me.

"You have exactly one minute to make me cum."

My heart jumped in my chest, not expecting such an audacious dare at all. She chuckled low, probably amused by the reaction that could be read all over my face.

"It should be easy," she added. "I'm already wet and horny."

I licked my lips at the thought of watching her cum but quickly, I moved my gaze to Harry who was staring at me. I couldn't decipher his expression but I wouldn't be surprised if he was pissed. After all, she was still his girlfriend.

"I mean... Harry..."

"Do it, Niall." he cut me quickly. "She gets what she wants."

I wanted it, but I was also a bit uncomfortable, and I thanked all the alcohol running inside me for giving me the courage to move closer. She was still sitting down on the carpet, maintaining herself with her hands, behind herself. I brought my face above hers and she tilted her chin up, making her lips brush against mine.

"50 seconds..."

Still staring in her eyes, I brought my hand on her stomach and slowly slid it down. The tip of my fingers reached her jeans and I breathed in, slowly sliding my hand in her panties. I couldn't believe how wet she was and her lips parted when two of my fingers ran on her slit.

Y/N

The first time I saw Niall, I dared him to make me cum right in front of Harry. I didn't think I could lust someone as much as I lusted Harry, but there he was, a cute brunette with a killer smile that just happened to be my boyfriend's best friend. I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, all I knew was that I loved the way he looked at me and how special he made me feel. Harry made me feel special too, but in a different way, and although it was hard to explain, I realized they both brought me something different that I needed.

The look on Niall's face when I told him his dare was priceless but it's only when he moved his face over mine that I realized how bad I really wanted him. He was gorgeous from up close, and I felt a pinch at heart every single time his lips would brush against mine.

His hand reached inside my panties and I held my breath as my lips parted. I felt his fingers slide up and down on my slit a few times before focusing on my clit. I didn't want to curse and I didn't want to beg, but I still allowed a whimper out, my warm breath hitting his chin and lips lightly.

Pushing his hand further, I felt my eyes flutter when he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them slightly. He started fucking me, his hand being the only part of him that actually moved. The rest of his body remained still and when he brought the tip of his fingers back on my clit, my hand reached for his wrist and I held it as I ground up gently at first and then harder. I was only holding myself with one arm now and I felt it shake as I was getting closer to an orgasm.

"Don't stop, I'm gonna cum." I breathed out.

Niall pressed his fingers more on my clit and I finally felt an orgasm spread all over my body. I shook more, my fingers tightening hard around his wrist, so hard I was pretty sure my knuckles had turned white. He kept flicking his fingers on my clit as I squirmed, making me cum even harder, and when I got down from my high, I whimpered more, letting go of his wrist to grip the front of his shirt.

"I knew you could do it."

Slowly, he moved his fingers out of my panties and I sat up. The arm that held me as I came throbbed and hurt slightly but I didn't bother doing anything about it. I just grabbed Niall's hand quickly and while staring at him, I ran my tongue on his fingers before pushing them in my mouth to suck on them. I read surprise on his face but he didn't say anything and watched me until I was done tasting my orgasm on his fingers.

"Thank you." I whispered.

I glanced at his pants and noticed the apparent bulge, suddenly extremely interested. I wanted to touch his cock, feel it swell in my mouth, feel it slip inside me. I didn't have time to say or propose anything else, Niall just moved away and finally cleared his throat, getting up.

"It's late." he just let out, his gaze moving from me to Harry and then back at me. "I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow okay? Goodnight guys."

He was obviously nervous and Harry and I waited until we heard the door of his room close to turn and look at each other.

"I can't believe you did that." Harry shook his head, looking down.

I suddenly felt guilty and slid myself on the carpet to get close to him, straddling him again and wrapping my arms around his neck. I bent down and found his lips with mine, kissing him hard and deep but still slowly.

"But you liked it, didn't you?" I whispered, backing away a bit to look in his eyes.

I watched as his lips curled slightly and he finally nodded, making me chuckle.

"That turned you on?"

"It did." he admitted again, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me closer.

"Then maybe you should fuck me right here, on the floor."

HARRY

The first time I saw her, I was at the library, trying to find a book for my literature class. She was there, standing on a stool, trying to reach for a book at the top of a shelf, and I moved closer to stand right next to her. For a reason I ignored, I had an intense urge to slide my hands on her bare legs and run my fingers on her inner thighs but instead, I just glanced at her, my eyes moving from the books and back to her.

"Do you need help?" I asked in a whisper, catching her attention.

She sent me a smile and moved down from the stool, and my eyes followed her until she was standing in front me me. I looked down at her, my lips curling slightly, and she tilted her head.

"Please? I would need the big red book you see up there."

I didn't answer anything and got up on the first step, easily reaching for the book and coming back down swiftly. I handed her the book and she grabbed it, tilting her head even more as she stared at me.

"Thank you." she murmured, taking a step closer.

I didn't know if she felt the same, but somehow, it felt electric between us. She brought in me a feeling I had never felt, whether it was intense lust or love at first sight, I wasn't so sure, but I pushed the thought away and winked at her.

"It's really no problem darling."

I had mastered the art of flirting almost as well as the one of looking comfortable even when my heart was hitting so hard against my rib cage that it felt like a heart attack. That was one of those times. She took a step closer again and I admired her confidence more than I was able to admit to myself. Once again, my eyes followed her and she stared right back.

"How can i repay you?"

Her hand reached for the front of my shirt and I quickly looked at it as it slid down slowly and gently on my chest. I had many ideas of how she could thank me but i didn't have to say a word and we ended up in the back of the room, between two shelves, making out against the wall, trying not to make any book fall down. The way her lips pressed against mine and moved over mine made my heart jump and my dick swell. It was definitely lust and I enjoyed every touch, every whimper and every kiss we shared. My lips ran on her neck while my hands slipped under her shirt, moving it up enough to expose her red bra to my eager eyes.

"Angel, you make me so fucking hard." I whispered, pressing my body against hers to prove my words.

If someone would have told me I would have sex with a stranger in a public place, I would have laughed but now that it was happening, I wondered why I never tried it before. The fact that I didn't even know her name was not even bothering me and it didn't seem to bother her either. Her hands reached for my jeans and she unbuttoned them quickly, pulling the zipper down and grabbing the front of my shirt harder. I moved back closer again, my mouth brushing against hers. I could feel her warm breath on my skin and inhaled it when I breathed in.

"Fuck me now."

I grabbed one of her legs, holding her thigh as she took my cock out. The contact of her hand made me groan low but it's only when she pressed her fingers around it that I felt my eyes flutter. I pushed myself against her again, feeling my cock press against her panties and quickly, she reached between her legs to pull her panties aside. The feeling of my dick against her wet pussy made me twitch and one of her hands slipped in my hair, pulling on it a bit roughly.

"Do it."

Pushing myself inside of her for the first time was a feeling I would never forget. Watching her lips part and her body jerk up as I fucked her hard and deep was something engraved in my mind forever and when the grip she had in my hair tightened, I felt her pussy do the same thing around my cock. She started shaking and I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it much longer.

"Cum inside me."

I had no idea how I managed to remain silent the whole time and I knew her last words should have made an alarm ring inside me but it didn't. I started groaning as she did everything she could not to shake too hard against me and I finally spilled inside her. We were both a panting mess when I let go of her leg and we opened out eyes again at the same time, smiling at each other. I backed away slightly to zip my pants back as she tugged at her shirt and skirt and I realized that even after getting an orgasm, I was still extremely interested in her.

"Are you... free for a coffee? Maybe?"

It turned out she was funny, cheeky and smart, and I could say that it barely took me two hours to fall completely in love with her. It was hard to admit at first, since I was not really the type to fall in love, but I had to face the facts and accept the obvious. The more she talked, the deeper I was falling and when I closed the door of the toilet stall behind us, my heart was a bit lighter.

"I fucking can't get enough of you." I whispered, pushing her face against the door and moving her skirt up again.

I ran my hand on her ass before yanking her panties down. My hand slipped between her thighs that were still pressed together and I felt her wetness on one of my fingers. With my free hand, I moved her hair on one of her shoulders and my lips found her neck, sucking gently on a spot and groaning against her skin. I moved gently my hand that was still between her legs, pressing it up against her core. I felt her squirm slightly and smiled against her neck.

"Bend down, kitten."

She bent slightly, her skirt still up, exposing her ass to me and i let my eyes roam on her, running my fingertips on her ass before spanking her hard. She whimpered low as I watched one of her cheeks turn a soft shade of red. I felt my dick press hard against my jeans and quickly unzipped them to take my half-erected cock out. I rubbed it on her ass, slapping it against both her cheeks and feeling it swell more as she remained motionless.

"Fuck, you look good." I whispered, pushing on her back slightly as I slipped inside her.

She let out a louder moan and I remained still for a few seconds before grabbing her waist, feeling my fingers sink in her skin. I stared at her ass as I fucked her, watching as my cock slide in and out of her, coated with her juice, and spanked her again. I grabbed both her cheeks and spread them, pushing the thumb of one of my hands on her asshole. I felt her legs weaken and it made me smirk, sticking it deeper.

"Oh my god, don't stop."

I kept fucking her in rhythm with the movement of my thumb and looked her to see her nails pressed on the door. She tried to grip something without much success and moaned louder.

"Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna cum!"

I was happy we had that discussion, if only to be able to hear her whimper my name at this exact moment. I felt her throb around me, milking me immediately. I groaned low, my hand on her waist gripping her so hard I could see her skin turning red, while I stopped moving my thumb in and out of her ass to enjoy my orgasm.

After a few seconds, I took a step back, feeling myself slip out of her, and she turned around slowly, leaning against the door with a smile.

As I watched her all fucked in front of me, I realized I would never want to lose her. It only took a few dates for me to ask her out officially and I couldn't explain how happy I felt when she said yes.

Y/N

The first time I saw Harry, I knew he was the kind of guy I would have a hard time to forget. I also knew I could have a lot of fun with him and most of all, I knew I wanted all the fun I could have with him. He looked amazing, and I noticed him as soon as he stepped foot in the library. Everyone seemed to be drawn to him and I was no exception so when he actually put his attention on me, I was not only surprised but also ecstatic.

Feeling him cum inside me twice in the same afternoon was more than I could have expected but I was shock when he asked to see me again. I didn't think he was the type to connect with someone and be in a serious relationship, but I wanted it, and I didn't hesitate when he asked me out officially.

I had feelings for him, I really did, but the truth was, we just couldn't take our hands off of each other. The lust between us was definitely stronger than anything else we shared, and although I loved it and I was sure he did too, I had doubts about us being meant to be together.

"I'm trying to study, Harry." I pointed out with a smile as I felt his lips on my neck.

I felt him smile against my skin and he looked up slowly as I turned my head in his direction. His lips were so close and he smelled fucking amazing. He pressed his mouth on mine in a sweet peck and sighed louder than needed.

"Alright, I'll let you study then."

I tilted my head and brought my hand to his cheek gently, rubbing my thumb on it.

"Thank you."

"As soon as you're done though, I have an idea of what we should do."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, pushing my book away and turning my body to face his.

"Me too!" I expressed, licking my lips with a grin. "Maybe you could present me your roommate? I mean you said he was your best friend and you didn't even tell me his name."

I watched as his face twisted in a grimace before to get back to normal and his eyes met mine again. I raised my eyebrows and it was his turn to roll his eyes at me.

"I guess we could have a drink or two with him." he gave in, making me bounce a few times on the bed.

"Really?" I asked, clapping my hands a few times in excitement.

Meeting people in Harry's life was something I was looking forward to. I felt like we had been dating long enough at that point, and I sort of expected to meet his family and friends. I didn't think I'd almost have to beg him for it, though, and when he accepted to present me his best friend, It felt like we took a step further into this relationship.

"Yes really." he just said, a fond smile on his lips, clearly happy to make me happy.

"What's his name?"

"Niall."

Who would have thought it would become a name I would end up moaning and screaming.

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ronxnb · 5 years ago

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CISMALE — ever hear people say RONAN BARONE looks a lot like LORENZO ZURZOLO? I think HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The BIOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VERMONT. They can be COURAGEOUS, but they can also be DESTRUCTIVE. I think RONAN might be SHEEP. They are living in KIERAN.

aesthetics

spots of blood on white satin sheets, the first invigorating sip of coffee in the morning, hand-rolled cigarettes between paint stained fingers, waiting for a happy birthday call that never comes, the tempting smell of salt and grease as you walk past fast food restaurants, & running until every muscle is on fire

hello, my loves! my name is ashley and below i have included my very rambly bio for ronan and a few wanted connections! come plot with me, pls

ronan is the eldest of two boys born to extremely wealthy politicians. they may have entered the political arena with the intention to make the world a better place, but by the time ronan was born, they’d become much more obsessed with rising in the ranks, schmoozing the bureaucracy, and keeping up appearances. you couldn’t leave the house with a single hair out of place in the barone family. this meant that his parents openly preferred his brother: the golden boy. he was charismatic, engaging, well liked, and a star athlete whereas ronan preferred to sit under the bleachers with a cigarette, his sketchbook, and a small group of close friends

so when a girl overdosed on some pcp and the investigation lead the police to the barone’s front door, ronan was the obvious suspect

the boys were never particularly close, their parent’s bias creating a divide between the two of them, but when his brother sat on his bed crying to him about how scared he was, ronan was overcome with the need to protect him. that was what big brothers were supposed to do, right? and so ronan confessed to selling drugs; taking a plea deal that meant he’d spend two years in juvie before being released on his 18th birthday. his time in juvie was far from pleasurable. he was tall but scrawny, making him a prime target for bullying. on top of that, he didn’t see or hear from his family once. not even the brother who he’d sacrificed so much for

it seemed one of the guards felt sorry for him because he took it upon himself to teach ronan some basic self defense moves. he discovered his brother might not be the only star athlete in the family. soon he wasn’t just able to defend himself in a fight, he was winning. by the end of his sentence, no one dared lay a finger on him

the day he was released he was returned his now too small clothing and an envelope with a check for 10,000 dollars in it. it turned out his parents knew his brother was the one dealing all along and this was the first of his monthly hush payments. the knowledge that his parents knew he was innocent and still preferred his brother sparked an anger so hot inside of him that it finally killed off the soft, quiet spoken boy he once was

ronan, who had gotten his GED while in juvie, returned to his hometown and enrolled at gifford university. he was always a very intelligent kid, especially when it came to math and science, so he actually enjoys school. he’s majoring in biology, but his ultimate goal is to combine his love for science and art to become a textbook illustrator

you’d likely never guess he was a straight A student, though. he frequents an underground fight club as well as argues and picks fights with anyone who annoys him (which is most people). he’s almost always sporting bruises and his knuckles are permanently scabbed. he uses the hush money his parents send him to pay for his lavish housing, top notch art supplies, and anything else he desires

the only people that know he covered for his brother is him, his brother, and their parents. the boys look eerily similar and his brother always wore a hat and used an alias when he would deal, which is why it was so easy for ronan to cover for him

possible connections:

people he grew up with in livingstone. there are a lot of different options for this one. they could have been friends before he was arrested and they lost touch, or they were friends before he was arrested and they don’t like the person he’s become, or maybe they knew of each other before he was arrested but are just starting to get to know each other now)

close friends!! ronan is difficult, but when you worm into his heart, he’ll rip apart anyone that upset you

exes. they could have broken up when he went to juvie or it could be more recent

hook-ups. my boy is very sex positive

roommate(s)!! i’d love to have a roommate(s) for ronan. he lives in kieran

people who are friends with his brother (who did a semester at gifford, but is now a major league baseball player)

cousins!!

a really interesting connection could be a family member or friend of the girl who overdosed on ronan’s (his brother’s) drugs

people he doesn’t get along with. ronan is a prickly pear who will pick a fight with just about anybody

somebody that’s a part of the same fight club as him

ummmm that’s all i can think of right now, but i’m very open to suggestions! give this a like and i’ll pop into your ims

#( ooc )#livingooc #livingintro #overdose tw #violence tw #drugs tw #( about )

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strawberryspeachy · 5 years ago

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I have so many time periods in my life that were fucking miserable (my whole life so lol) but most of them im like

Man. I wish i could go back with the knowledge i have now and change shit

But my senior year of college still takes the cake. I would not repeat that fucking year given the chance. I legit for real am npt exaggerating at all when i say I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GRADUATED. What strength i had. How did i do it??

I lost all of my friends. I lived with girls who made me feel worse about myself. My classes were super difficult and busy. My mom had finally admitted to me that she knew she was forgetting things.

I BECAME bulimic. That wasnt something i did before that year. Bulimic to the point where if i ate more than one peice or bread i felt guilty. Sometimes i coild rationalize to myself that i ate a healthy and appropriate meal but after 20 minutes id start panicking. That i HAD TO go throw it up. I HAD TO. if i didnt id regret it so i hadddd toooo

I didnt eat some days

And it went beyond the point of. All i have is my skinny body. It went to i hate myself and my life and i deserve to suffer. I dont deserve food. If i keep doing this maybe my body will fuck up enough that i die.

And speaking of death. It was the first time i fully tried to kill myself. I played with the idea before. Id do risky things on the off chance that id die doing it. Sometimes risky enough that i was surprised i even did it and got really scared afterwards thinking about ever doing them again. But id never made a plan. Got materials. And tried and fell asleep thinking id really never wake up. And i did it a couple times. And honestly i think i killed a part of me that year.

I cried all the time. I was just a zombie with a painted smile on my face so i could get help in class from other people. But i never actually smiled. And the second i walked in my room id start crying. All that bottled up energy released. And there was too much.

I used to fall out of my chair cause i was crying so much and id just roll around on the floor and then yell at myself to get my ass back in the chair and to keep studying. And i did. And id keep crying. And i kept studying.

And i took adderal several times a week. It wasnt even working. But it had a crack effect on me and would make me really happy and optimistic for no reason

I dont remember ever feeling confident in my studys. I walked into every exam terrifyed.

I was scared the entire year that i was gonna fail.

I was so out of it that i didnt even notice the stress permanently altered my apperance. Eveyone said i grew up. No the stress aged me. I didnt notice my hair fell out or how my chin seemed to grow. Or how my skin greyed

Theres no way to make thay year better. That was an awful year.

I have no point in this.

Just like that year and the two following it... which... issss 2014-2015-2016 to 2017

Like id completed three years of college. I had to graduate. I couldnt get out of that with a clear mind. And then coming home. None of my friends lived at home. I couldnt find a job. I took what i could get. I couldnt leave home. I had to stay for my mom. I had to and i wanted to.

Im thinking about it cause i could have immediately came to japan out of college. And i knew it then. I chose not to. I wanted to go home and be with my mom. And my family made that a nightmare. And watching her and taking care of her while she went downhill... i dont think ill be able to face those feelings... for many years to come. (I mean hopefilly not if i died while writing this id be happy) but theres really no getting around the fact that having completed my finance degree in college. My only choice was to end up as a server

My 13 year old dog died. My 18 year old cat died. My mom was shitting all over the house and refusing to sleep or eat. The woman who i hated so much that i went to work early and smiled while offering to stay later because “at least im not at home” finally died.

One day she told me she was gonna kick me out of the house (for the zillionth time) she screamed and yelled at me. And i went to work. And i came home and she was standing outside of the front door. I thought about continuing to drive and coming back later when shed moved. But for whatever reason i stopped and got out still hoping shed be gone by the time i walked up. She wasnt. She didnt even notice i was there. I was tempted to walk past her and go in. But i didnt. I asked her what was wrong. She said she could take the step to the sidewalk. And i helped her. And she rambled to me about how she thought shed be stuck there all night and how she didnt know what was wrong. The last time i saw her she had been screaming at me about how im a worthless spoiled lazy rude mean old adult acting like a baby. So. I really didnt have much sympathy to give her. I couldnt even talk. I was still mad. She thanked me. I said she was welcome. Thats all i remember. That was about 3 months before she died. If i went back to that exact moment knowing that information. I honestly dont think id change anything... she was.... so mean... so needlessly mean... im still mad about every time i was mad at her

Unlike my mom. Who i dreamed about this week. I had a dream that i was home just living my regular life in high school. And i did something. And my mom was yelling at me. And we got into an argument. Just one of those nonsense arguments that dont mean much. And in my dream i was like ugh my moms so annoying. And i woke up. And i miss her so much. What i wouldnt do to listen to my mom yell at me about something like taking too long to get ready. Or putting something in the wrong place. Or forgetting to do some chore she asked me to do. My mom with her fully functioning brain yelling at me because ive inconvenienced some plan that she has made for hersef that day. Thats shes fully capable of doing herself. And will do no matter what anyone says cause you dont mess with her schedule - you work with it.

I actually woke up and smiled. When you grow up do you ever think youll think about your parent full blown going off on you about something kinda dumb would ever make you smile...

Anyhow... that boy at work i like. I tried to be cute. He said he texts his friends back when he wants to when i pestered him about having not responded to my mesage. I was like

Oh thats the second time youve called me your friend! :) were friends :D

I just wanted a chuckle and for him to say yea yea were friends

But instead.... he said no. Were coworkers.

And i said you can be friends with your coworkers

Which led to a super long.... turned into argument...

Where he told me no. He doesnt need more friends. He only talks to me because he has to. He doesnt like me. He doesnt want to talk to me. He doesnt like when he has to talk to me. He has plenty of time to hang out with friends but not me cause im not his friend and he does not want to hang out with me. Dont ask him questions. Dont talk to him for more than a minute. He only said yes to hanging out with me because i was new to the country. His girlfriend didnt want him to and he decided he didnt want to after thinking about it. He wont change his mind. And he got really mad while telling me that his dumbass gf gets mad when i text him. And that he doesnt wanna talk to me out of work and at work only about work nothing else.

Most of that was unprovoked information. Like.. a quarter of it came from my “so were friends?” Remark. Another quarter of it came from my “coworkers can become friends” remark. And given half of it.... i brought up that he liked talking to me enough that he said he wanted to hang out with me - so you fan guess what quarter of the information came from that... oh sorry did i say quarters. I guess i meant thirds.

Extra shitty cause its a big jump from the boy who was engaging in actual conversation with me yesterday and moved so close to me that he was cms away from resting his head on me shoulder. Many times. Actually over the past couple days.

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 6 years ago

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Meet Me at the Chalet || last day.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~1.5k (sorry it’s short.)

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, Tom being Tom, painful goodbye (I actually cried writing it, btw)

night one. || day one. || day two. || day three. || day four. || day five. || day six. || last day. || one year later. ||

“One year from today, we meet back at the chalet if we still feel the same.” He says to me, tightly holding onto my hand. We’re standing inside the airport, already passed security. Our respective flights are on opposite ends of the terminal so we have to part ways here.

“One year from today.” I repeat back, committing the date to memory. I was having a very hard time trying to swallow back the tears that were threatening to come out. I had cried all of the previous night thinking about not seeing him after today. I didn’t want him to see that this was killing me on the inside, but I wasn’t doing a very good job.

“Darling, look at me.” My lip quivers at his plead. I take a deep breath before meeting his eyes for the first time today. They were brimming with tears, mirroring mine. “Look after my heart, for I’m,” a heavy tear fell from his left eye, “for it belongs to you now.”

I drop my backpack, throwing my arms around his neck. “Mine has been yours long before this and will be until you say otherwise,” I whisper back. The tears spill over as I soak up possibly the last time I’ll ever be in his arms. His grip tightens around me, feeling his breathing become uneven. We stay this way for what feels like hours, neither one of us wanting to let go.

I pull back slightly to find his cheeks wet and eyes red. I lean forward bringing my lips to his, hoping it relays all of the emotions I wish I could express.

We pull apart far too soon for either of us, resting our foreheads together. “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar: but never doubt I love.” He whispers, speaking back the words I tried to tell him with the kiss.

We kiss one more time before we part. I look back at his retreating figure as a new wave of tears starts to build. As if he feels my stare he pauses, looking back too. Even from here I can see the tears he has. We nod and finally, walk away.

After hours on the plane, I finally arrived back home. I flopped on my bed, feeling numb from all of the crying I’ve done within the last 24 hours. My mind immediately goes to Tom. I wonder where he is now. Was he on his way back to London or did he have to go to LA? Was he thinking about me? Was he hurting as much as I was?

It’s at this time I wish we had swapped numbers but I remind myself of why we didn’t. One year with no contact… what the hell was I thinking?

I unfollowed him on all social media while waiting for the plane to take off. The only reminders of this trip were the numerous pictures I took of him throughout the week, some without his knowledge. I placed those in a hidden file so I wouldn’t be tempted to look at them every day for the next 365 days.

I call my best friend and tell her I’m back. She comes right over hearing the distress in my voice. I tell her everything once she gets to my place. As predicted, she flipped out once I told her the true identity of “Will,” but then she calmed down once I told her about the heartbreaking end to it. She understood where I was coming from, given we’ve only known each other for a week. This isn’t “The Bachelor.” We may have strong feelings now, but things change once we’re out in the real world. She commends me for being strong and then offers to stay the night so we can mourn properly with Chinese food, rom-coms, and alcohol. I couldn’t be more grateful for her friendship than right now. I’m definitely going to need it…

A couple weeks go by, I’m sitting on my couch writing when she calls me. “Dude, I know you’re not really supposed to keep tabs on him but as your best friend I have. And I say you need to look up ‘The Late Late show’ from last night. Tom talks about you.”

Instantly I turn on my laptop and search for it. I click on the video from a few hours ago and watch. I see Tom sitting on the rounded couch with two other celebrities that are irrelevant to me at the moment. He looks as amazing as ever. He’s in a signature suit that he wears so well. He thanks the audience for the love before him and James start talking.

“So, Thomas?” James starts, focusing on him first.

“Yes, sir?” Tom answers, fidgeting with his suit jacket.

“I heard you went on vacation recently, you lucky bastard.”

“I did, yes.” He nods. “I was at a little chalet in Aspen for two weeks.”

“Why in the world would you go there? You’re supposed to go somewhere warm for vacation. Aspen is cold! Didn’t they just get a huge blizzard there? I heard they got like a foot of snow.”

Tom chuckled, “Yes they did. I was originally only going to be there for a week, but thanks to the blizzard, I had to extend my stay for another. A second guest and I were stuck there alone for the latter portion.”

“It was just the two of you?” James asks. He nods. “What did you guys do for all of that time?”

“We had a lot of fun. We cooked, we read, she wrote-“

“She?” James shamelessly interrupts. The audience “ooh-ed” at the mention of a female. “The other guest was a female?” He asked for everyone.

Tom nervously chuckled, poking his tongue out the way he does. “Yes, she was. We spent the entire week relaxing, having fun, and getting to know one another. She’s a very special woman, one of the strongest women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” My heart actually felt happy for the first time since we parted. I can’t believe he’s even talking about me. He’s known for being tight-lipped about anyone new in his life; only vowing to tell people when there was something massive to tell.

“Are you going to see her again?”

“God, I hope so.” Tom blurts out with a big smile on his face.

“Oooh Thomas!” He teases, slapping Tom’s knee with his note cards, cueing the audience to laugh. “Do you have a crush on this girl?- You’re blushing so hard right now!” He points out as Tom’s cheeks have indeed added a slight pink hue to them.

“Erm,” he hesitates letting out a sigh, “yes James, I do. Very much so.”

My hand flies to my mouth, amazed at his confession. He’s telling the world he has a crush on me. Even if no one knows it’s me, it’s still monumental for him.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this!” James freaks. “Does she know?”

“She does, yes. I told her before we parted.”

“And what happened?” James pried.

“And we agreed to take some time to think about if this is really what we want. It had only been a week, we wanted to make sure we weren’t just infatuated with what we had while secluded in our own little world. We made a pact to meet back at the chalet in a year if we both still feel the same. If we both show, which I hope happens, we’ll figure it out. If not, then we have our answer.”

“This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” James shrieked, bouncing in his chair. “Have you been in contact with her since?”

“Unfortunately, no. That was one of the restrictions she came up with. No contact until then.”

“What if she’s watching tonight? Is there something you’d like to say to her?”

“There are loads of things I wish I could say to her, but I think I’ve already shared too much.” James egged him on to say something, telling him this might be his only chance to do so. So, he took it. “The one thing I will say is…” He paused, trying to think of the best thing to say. He looked straight into the camera as if he was looking right at me. “Darling, I never should have let you walk away from me that day in the airport. That was probably the worst decision I could have ever made.” His hands covered his heart. “I’ve felt utterly lost ever since. I sincerely hope I will see your magnificent smile again soon.”

I had to wipe a tear away as I closed my laptop, shocked at what I just watched. Tom talked about me on national television, no doubt it’s going viral right now and the Hiddlestoners are going crazy over their idol talking about liking someone publicly.

My one and only hope is he still feels this way in a year.

I have to remind myself, “Whatever will be, will be.” I have to have faith that everything will work out in the end, no matter what the outcome. I just need to not think about it and focus on my next book and living my life for the next year.

Someone once said, “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, you know it was meant to be. If not, it wasn’t.” I hope they were right…

one year later...

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years ago

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Indie & Rio

Indie: [sends her the posts because no other way she'd see them] Rio: Shit, girl Rio: I was worried it might go down like this Indie: she's so extra Indie: never should have let him in the door Indie: the feds are gonna be hardcore @ it now Rio: Surely she let him out Rio: stupid woman Rio: but that's gonna pale in comparison now so Rio: What's Drew doing about it? Indie: boy was begging for a sick time & i gave it but its on me not him 😒😒 hold ur liquor u tourist Indie: hes flat roofin but other than that no thing to 👀 Indie: it b early tho & we all had a late Rio: They're a 24/7 services though, babe Rio: he'll be wanting to move his stash and generally clear his act up for the visit Rio: you too Indie: is it? on hols too thats a madness Indie: yeah the drum be clear of all his goods like that Indie: idk man mayb its chill like she gonna post that & not post up no harder than Rio: They might take xmas day off maybe but you know Rio: business as usual for all jan 1st Rio: well that's something Rio: maybe, but bitches like that LOVE making complaints about everything so maybe not Indie: she do have that talk to the manager vibe Indie: i done fucked up real didnt i? Rio: big time karen Rio: nah, in the eyes of everyone it's Drew that did Rio: but they won't be able to prove the drugs bit if they're gone so it's not enough to take you, a party gone wrong, bad judgment but maybe we can swing it that he was here somehow Rio: hmm Indie: but like he had mad trust for me & i brought him mad problems Rio: they're grown problems, he's big enough to fix 'em Indie: u too making ur nite go off on a real turn Indie: bet ur boy is bare vexed Rio: you know i'd rather you ring me than let it go more tits Rio: what are big sisters for Rio: but yeah, didn't even see him in the end so he ain't stopped Indie: innit Indie: tell him he can hit me up for something to take off that edge Indie: debts be paid around here Rio: um you ain't supposed to have no thing 'scuse you Rio: there's a plan here Indie: i gots places & heads to trust in Rio: nah, I'll make it up to him, don't worry 'bout that Indie: 😉😉😉 Rio: 😏 shush lil girl Indie: grown problems ur big enough to fix i kno 💋🤤🤤 Rio: so thirsty, go hydrate Rio: know you need to 😘 Indie: rude i got lipsed by bare boys last nite they were rigging dem bottle spins cos im 🔥🔥 dont b tryna put me out Rio: you need to cool off for a minute, bitch Rio: you in trouble Indie: not wit u Rio: yeah, don't push it 😉 Indie: 💔😢😢 dont do me like that on day 1 of the year 🙏🙏🙏 Rio: it started HOURS ago and I was still here with you cleaning blood out the carpet Rio: don't talk to me about day 1s when I'm clearly ride or die Indie: u kno im good for ious & i got mad love Rio: 🧡 Rio: i'm good really Rio: let's sort the actual situation Indie: u gonna charm the social for me? Rio: give it my best Indie: safe ✌✌ Rio: probably the straightest middle-aged lady Rio: so more likely your da will have to get on it Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: what drew b good for Rio: init tho Indie: we all been knew Indie: he better werk so it works Rio: Sure it won't be too hard, like Rio: even if she ain't all that 😂 Indie: she aint gon b bangin but his exes show he aint need that to chirp on Rio: 👀 Indie: 😂😂😏😏 Indie: can u roll up wit eats im about to die Rio: bit rude to both our ma, like lmao Rio: 'course Rio: bring leftovers Indie: ur ma dont count as no ex cos she ✖ed him out Indie: & my ma got that permanent ✖ so bigger problems than my shade innit Rio: no problems when you an 👼 Rio: fucking hopefully Indie: u my 👼 bringing that energy Indie: that means u can jam Rio: is it? Rio: 😏 Rio: let Ryan know eh Indie: he kno u a 😈 too Indie: how he be livin Rio: mhmm Rio: well he gon' have to wait for now Indie: he gon have beef wit me Indie: soz boyyy Rio: nah we was already beefin' 'fore this Indie: yeah? Indie: what he do? 👀 Rio: nah, what I do more like Rio: you know I'm 😈 Indie: o shit Indie: gimme that 411 Rio: nothing exciting Rio: just be looking too bad to be giving him that much air, you know the drill Indie: hes so hyped for u Indie: its been weeks boy no u cant cuff it Indie: who u think u is Rio: can you blame him Rio: hot property, baby Indie: u did look 💣💣💣 last nite my bad Indie: theres a boy @ school tryna chat @ the rest hes my bf so i feel it fr Indie: boy please DO I LOOK LIKE Indie: not tryna hold ur damn hand Rio: is he cute tho Indie: if he werent he wouldnt be able to chat no thing Indie: 💪 fuck him up Rio: 😂 Rio: gotta 'tect the rep Indie: he kno it tho & its like tell me how 🔥🔥 i am dont b talking on urself all the time Rio: not a mood Indie: innit Indie: dry as Rio: that's boys for you Indie: & he didnt show last nite Rio: playing hard to get or just got parents who give a fuck Indie: year up x 2 so he could come thru the ends whenever Indie: but i 💋 all his mandem so itll hit back Rio: play @ his own game alright Indie: do u think i went too hard tho? Rio: do you want him to be your mans or nah Indie: idk Rio: then it depends Rio: beyond knowing he loves himself, idk how he's vibing Rio: might be too far Indie: hes vibing like hes about me but i Rio: but you? Indie: how do i live that Indie: trust it Indie: drews meshing a new every week he says u gotta keep free on it Rio: works for him Rio: everyone's different Rio: you don't have to trust him yet Indie: mayb hes only about me til i give him something & im not tryna be a show like that Rio: that happens, not gonna sit here and lie and say it don't Rio: you're too young to be thinking on that or worrying Rio: keep him and the rest waiting Indie: yeah okay Indie: gimme a few to have puberty roll up Indie: still waiting on that Rio: it'll happen Rio: not that it's a barrel of laughs, like Rio: nothing to be hyped about Indie: i dont want it Indie: freaky shit going on Rio: unless you gonna stop eating, which unlikely Rio: you fucked, babe, we all are, soz Rio: get boobies though, perks Indie: that best not be you tryna skip on bringing me a meal bitch Indie: bout to hit the afterlife running here like Rio: 🙄 omw you rude ass hoe Rio: like you said, none of us had earlies Indie: omw fr or like when u tell ur mans u @ the club but u still tryin on fits in ur room Rio: like fr when I ever done you like that Indie: dont b starting Indie: ily Rio: 🤞 never Rio: ily more Indie: drews back if u wanna spit at him how to sort his life Rio: i will Rio: he ain't ready for this Indie: resolutions b dashing past this postcode we all avoidin that change Rio: you gotta Rio: sort you both Indie: hey swerve me im good Rio: 😏 Rio: fine i'll focus on your daddy Rio: no love for you Indie: 👼👼🤞🤞 Indie: call him that when you give it & he'll give in Rio: oh you schooling me on how to get blokes to do what I want now Rio: ok miss thing Indie: just him i 👂 what i hear & i kno what i kno Indie: hes here for all that Rio: you poor child Rio: anything grosser than parents going at it 😬 Indie: nah man its nasty & long being under this roof sometimes trust Rio: 🤢 Indie: some of his girls got me tempted to 📱 the social my own self & my ma looking like a saint Rio: that ain't right Rio: negates any buffness he got going on Indie: why lads wanna get on or under ANYTHING?! Indie: true madness Indie: 😂😂😂 Rio: friction 🤷 Indie: yeah but like theres girls out there bringing it & you're gonna hit that Rio: he probably ain't got as much choice as he fronts Rio: lots of grown women ain't about his lifestyle so that leaves him w the younger ones who is Rio: stick at it too long, you get busted, just facts Indie: when you old & so is your baggage 😂😂✌✌ Rio: I mean Rio: I ain't say nothing 😉 Indie: keep that ☮ mama Rio: least he looks p young still Rio: nothing worse than an actual creepy old man dealer Indie: do he? 👴 to me Rio: nah Rio: he only what, 31 Rio: that's no thing to me, gurl Indie: mayb im just 🍋 cos he aint tryna gimme no 💸💸💸 Indie: & he aint caring my head hurts Rio: aw bb Rio: 'round the corner Rio: I'll look after you Indie: 💖💖💖 Indie: u didnt tell me it b like this tho partying Rio: didn't think i had to be that quick with the warnings Rio: next day hurts Indie: always? Rio: 'less you prepare and do it right Rio: it can be bearable Rio: better than you feeling, no doubt Indie: how i do that? school me yeah Rio: 'course Rio: on the to-do list now Indie: we doing the next as a back to school thing so you got a few to bring me up Rio: you best be doing it at some other fucker's gaff and all Rio: giving me grey hairs 🙄 Indie: 😂😂✌✌ Indie: imma make that boy host it Indie: if he love me Rio: You're getting a chaperone regardless Indie: serious? Rio: yeah Indie: 💔💔💔 Rio: don't start like you don't know why Indie: i aint trippin you are tho if u think i want a repeat Rio: what, you too cool for me now? Indie: innit 😏😏😏 Indie: but nah just Rio: you so is Rio: you think imma embarrass you in-front of your mans Indie: he aint gon b my mans if u there Indie: whos 👀 me over u Rio: nah don't be silly Indie: im being real Indie: ur 💣💣💣🔥🔥🔥 Rio: so are you Rio: and I don't think a lad who likes you will be into me Indie: every lad b into u they all chat on u fully 😍��😍💘💘😍 Rio: sounds like plenty are into you too Indie: 😂😂 it was for the spin Indie: cant pussy out Rio: 😏 mhmm Rio: well I promise you I won't be joining in, like Rio: now come let me in if you got strength to get the door Indie: 💪💪 babyyy Indie: [lets her in cos fuck know what drew is doing, flexing in the mirror probably] Rio: [lol watch him rush out when he realize] Indie: [hears her voice & runs out pretending to be casual] Rio: [oh boy, do not deserve her sorting your life, temporarily, but it's for Indie so] Indie: [bless her she's dying rn & just wants to be snuggled cos literal child] Rio: [give them a sec 'scuse you sir] Indie: [I hate everything about this, Carly didn't die for this] Rio: [just making leftovers] Indie: [drew chatting to her like she's here to hang with him & we all know] Rio: [don't you touch caleb's food bitch] Indie: [is nothing sacred you slag] Indie: [indie just fully lying stretched out on the counter like its a bed like let me die] Rio: [getting a bag of peas or some shit in a tea towel and putting it on her head] Indie: [such a good mum but that don't mean you can step ma her drew] Rio: [not her fault she can converse more like a grown-up than you Indie: [we should send Indie running off to the bathroom no offense Caleb but I'm evil & wanna leave them alone for a sec for the mood] Rio: [shoulda gone to hold her hair but now you can level with him and he can pretend he's a responsible adult lmao] Indie: [& Ryan can be highkey & he can pretend he cares] Rio: [ah the joys]

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queen-ofthe-pumpkinpatch · 6 years ago

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The Reluctant Countess: Chapter Five

Also available to read on Fictionpress under the same name. (There’s a link in my sidebar.)

Story Summary: When another plague outbreak arrives on the shores of the Black Sea in 1667, wealthy merchant’s daughter Rosalind is forced to flee her comfortable life for the relative safety of a remote village in the Carpathian Mountains. But she soon finds the humble village harbors a sinister secret and a haunted past.

A “Beauty and the Beast”-inspired vampire story, rated T for some violence. (The romance itself is going to be rated PG.)

Rosalind did not know what else to say to her aunt without contradicting her. They finished their gruel in prickly silence, broken only by the clink of their spoons. She could feel Ioana watching her with a frustrated intensity, but she chose not to acknowledge it. She could try to respect the superstitions of others, but she could not agree to live in fear and ignorance like her neighbors did.

The world is much wider and greater than any of these people will ever know, Rosalind thought. Maybe if they traveled more than a few miles from home once in a while, or read a book other than the Bible, they would understand.

As they washed up the dishes from their breakfast, they heard a voice outside that signified Faruk was also awake. Ioana drew aside the threadbare curtain. Faruk was on his prayer mat, presumably facing Mecca, and bowed in prayer.

Rosalind could hear her aunt muttering something under her breath about “heathen worship” and “devilry,” but before Ioana could march over and interrupt Faruk’s invocations, Rosalind held her back by the elbow.

“He’s saying his morning prayers, as we just did ourselves,” she pointed out quietly. “There’s no harm in it.”

“I said he could stay in this house,” Ioana said in a clipped tone. “That doesn’t mean his foreign rituals are welcome.”

Dear God, I hope Faruk cannot hear our conversation from here, Rosalind thought, groaning internally. The walls of this house were meager enough that it seemed likely.

Rosalind could only speak a little Arabic that she had picked up from her tutors, but it was enough to understand the substance of Faruk’s prayers. If an appeal to reason and tolerance did not move her aunt, then perhaps an appeal to her familial duty would.

“Aunt Ioana, it’s a prayer for the dead. He’s praying for my father’s soul; they were good friends. Please leave him be.”

I know you aren’t as cold and hard as you pretend to be, Rosalind wished she could say, pleading instead with her eyes. Her aunt exhaled in a sharp gust, and as if expelling her annoyance in the same breath, her taut posture relaxed.

“When he’s finished, tell him the stable needs cleaning,” Ioana said.

“So what will you do now?”

Faruk paused in his shoveling and looked back at Rosalind over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

Rosalind shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on the fresh straw she was strewing over the stable floors. “I mean, you’ve fulfilled the promise you made to my father, haven’t you? You’ve delivered me safely to my family. But I doubt you were planning on remaining here indefinitely. Your education and skillset aren’t exactly in high demand here.”

“No, I suppose they are not,” he agreed with a wry smile.

“So will you…will you be going back?” Rosalind could not keep her tone as nonchalant as she wanted.

Faruk sighed heavily. “Constanta is not safe at present. The quarantine is likely still in effect. But you are right, I did not intend to live permanently in Vseník.”

She bit her lip. She wanted to ask him, please don’t leave me alone here, you’re my only friend, but she knew how selfish a request it would be. He had a life of his own to lead, and he had no reason to sequester himself in some backward alpine village that did not welcome him.

“Of course, it would be a waste if your vast knowledge and inquiring mind was trapped here, where they won’t be appreciated,” she said, forcing a smile. “Will you be going home to Istanbul, then?”

He hesitated. “I will. But not yet. There is still a portion of my promise that I have yet to fulfill.”

She looked at him inquiringly.

“I told your father that I would see you well-married and settled before I moved on,” he admitted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as if anticipating her displeasure. “Since he was not able to discharge that paternal duty himself.”

“Ah.” Rosalind felt her stomach sinking. “I’m sorry, Faruk. You might be waiting a long time.”

She was not utterly opposed to matrimony, or even to the idea of a practical match. She had always assumed that someday she would need to choose someone level-headed, financially stable, and preferably from a good family. Her father had hoped their money, tainted though it was by trade, might even tempt a landowning family to make an offer.

But he had always, always insisted they would find a husband Rosalind could respect, and even grow to care for.

Passion is what drew your mother and I together, her father had told her when she turned sixteen. It wasn’t sensible and we were much too young, too poor. I don’t want that kind of uncertainty and danger for you. But I don’t want you trapped in a union that suffocates you, either. Your mind is too sharp to throw it away on some dull clod. We’ll find a happy medium, my girl, I know we will.

At the time, that prospect had seemed realistic. Under the present circumstances, however…

“Somehow I doubt there’s a suitable husband for me among the dozen or so bachelors in this village,” Rosalind said with a nervous laugh. “At least, by my father’s standards.”

Faruk sighed, leaning on his shovel thoughtfully. “Perhaps we will both be pleasantly surprised.”

After the stables were cleaned out and the horses fed, Rosalind was sent to the cistern in the town square to fetch water. It must have been a customary chore at this point in the morning, for there was already a long queue of women, young and old, with jugs and jars balanced on their hips or on top of their heads. There was much chattering and friendly gossip among those waiting their turn. But when Rosalind joined the line, the two women nearest ceased their spirited discussion and stole furtive glances at her.

Rosalind stood tall and firm, refusing to blush or appear cowed. She would not be embarrassed by the rudeness of others.

She had almost reached the front of the queue when a hush fell suddenly over the women. They all seemed to be looking at someone behind Rosalind. She did not seem remarkable to Rosalind—a woman of about thirty, auburn hair tucked back into a white kerchief, muscular arms from lifting and laboring. She wore a homespun gown and apron just like the other women here. So why did the crowd part at her arrival, and silently let her pass to the front of the line?

It did not seem like they favored her out of respect, for the other women watched her with narrowed eyes. As the stranger passed, Rosalind saw a silver charm gleaming at her neck: a hand reaching out with pinky and thumb extended, an eye inscribed in its palm. It was a symbol to ward off the Evil Eye, which Rosalind had seen Jewish women wear back home.

When the Jewish woman passed her again with a full jug of water, she briefly caught Rosalind’s gaze. She had largely ignored her rude Christian neighbors with placid defiance, but she paused for a moment at Rosalind. The expression in her hazel eyes was not one of curiosity, or even hostility, but seemed oddly like recognition and pity. Before Rosalind could unscramble her thoughts enough to speak to the woman, she shook her head once as if resigned, and continued on.

What was that all about? Rosalind wondered. There was something unsettling about the interaction, as if the woman had known something she herself did not.

One of the matrons in front of Rosalind bent toward her and whispered, “That’s Judith. She works for Him. Our Lord, I mean.”

On her walk home, Rosalind tried to simply focus on not spilling her precariously full jug of water, but she could not shake the prickling feeling on the back of her neck. She did not believe in omens; she was a skeptic. She was inclined to search for natural and rational explanations before turning to superstition and magic. But the atmosphere of this village was so strange and disconcerting that her stomach twisted constantly with apprehension.

Something was wrong here. And she almost dreaded finding out what.

Exhausted by her chores that day, Rosalind fell asleep almost the moment her aunt blew out the feeble candle. But she did not find rest or oblivion.

Her dreams were meandering and endless. She felt like she was falling backwards through a deep, narrow shaft in the earth, the sunlight up above fading to a tiny pinprick, nothing to catch her fall but empty space. And as she tumbled through that dark tunnel, the air grew colder until she lost all feeling in her fingers and toes. There was nothing but the dark and the cold and the smell of freshly-turned earth.

Her dream-self screamed and screamed, but no sound escaped her dry throat.

Waking was a sluggish, gradual process. First she became aware of how stiff and rigid she seemed to be lying. It felt as if her bed beneath her had been replaced with a slab of stone. The surface beneath her fingertips was damp and slick. The air smelled musty and stale. Rosalind was disoriented from her dreams, and before she dared open her eyes, she tried to sort through what was real and what was just a nightmare.

It was all just in my head, she thought with a swell of relief. How ridiculous I was to be so terrified! But it felt so real at the time. When I open my eyes, I’ll be in the bedroom with my aunt and Faruk.

Dim, flickering golden light met her eyes when she managed to wrench them open.

She didn’t know this place.

She was still in her fine linen nightdress, but someone had placed a woolen blanket over her. The hard, smooth surface under her turned out to be a stone dais; the flickering light came from the circle of half-melted candles around her. On either side of her were two stone sarcophagi topped with intricate marble effigies—on her right, a veiled noblewoman holding a rosary studded with glimmering rubies, and on her left, an armored knight clutching a sword in his only hand.

On the clammy rock-hewn walls was a bas-relief carving of skeletons holding hands in a courtly dance. Beneath it, the admonition Memento Mori.

Rosalind sat up slowly, trying to get her bearings. What am I doing here? Looking at the moisture on the rough walls, she wondered, Is this some kind of…tomb or catacomb underground?

Before she could contemplate the potential horror of a premature burial, her roaming eyes were drawn to a dark corner. Someone was watching her in silence.

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