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jacepens · 4 years ago

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1: HamilTurn(you can differentiate if needed) or MCU, 2: Washette, 3: Anna Strong

And generally a fandom list would be nice to know what to pick from ;) (Love you♡)

You said HamilTurn or MCU and I say both, I'm going to try my best haha. But anyway, thank you!:) Apologies in advance if this gets rambly, but that's the point of this right? Anyway, for ease of scrolling sake, I'll probably put a cut if this gets long but don't worry, it's just me talking a whole bunch lol. Ok, thank you again!! <3 (love you too!)

1. Hamilton/Turn (fandom)

Favorite character: I have to say Lafayette for both. Oh and Mary

Least favorite character: I have no real reason behind this so sorry but Burr, and Simcoe for many reasons

5 favorite ships: washette, lams, hamliza, benwash, whamilton

Character I find most attractive: ...all. But I have to say overall Brian Wiles as Lafayette. That face just…🥺

Character I would marry: Mary Woodhull or Eliza

Character I would be best friends with: you know I'm not sure, but in an ideal world Lafayette (both versions) or Ben but I feel like we wouldn't be best friends. But also everyone, is that an option? Even some of the "villains" would have good stories to tell

A random thought: I feel like most people in the fandom now are so new (they joined in with the movie release!) and unaware of the uh atrocities of back in the day. And y'all are lucky, but those of us who know. Know. (yes, I was unbearable but that's ok because I was having fun, and despite what I just said: have fun in your fandoms even if you're "unbearable", just keep it welcome to all and enjoy the enthusiasm you have for it:))

An unpopular opinion: Oh boy. Maybe stop making quick judgments about people based on what they write/who they ship? There is a line, but I've genuinely never seen it crossed by anyone at least openly sooo just let people have fun? And don't say anything about something? Unless it's actually harmful but even then, keep it to a dm or something and have an open discussion. Just let people vibe, please? Especially younger fans. Just, I’ve seen a weird amount of negativity towards them. They’re kids having fun, we all used to be like that so please, be kind and patient. They’ll learn if they make a mistake. Ok? Ok cool:) (maybe not unpopular but still I wanted to say it)

My canon OTP: Am I allowed to say lams?

My non-canon OTP: washette, wow, who would've guessed? xD

Most badass character: Mary my beloved

Most epic villain: Robert Rogers hands down

Pairing I am not a fan of: no one murder me, but in general I'm just not a fan of jamilton. also whatever was the deal with Anna and Abe

Characters I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): um. Where to begin? Honestly I think every woman in Turn at one point or another, except perhaps Peggy in my opinion. Oh but especially Anna. Also Simcoe. With Hamilton, probably again everyone at some point, but the way Angelica was written just feels so overwhelmingly fictional it bugs me. (But at least Hamilton had some genuine relationships between women, not great but still)

Favorite friendship(s): Ben and Caleb, Washington and Lafayette (what?? yes, you fools. lol). It may sound a tad ~cringey~ but I generally like Hamilton's vibe with the boys, maybe it's just the gender envy, but it's kinda cute and fun.

Character I most identify with: well jeez, I won't lie but Washington. In both versions, except god knows I could never be that chill. Also a dash of Laurens.

Character I wish I could be: wow what a loaded question ummm. I don't want to be like him, but I want to be like in his position so Hamilton lol. Playing an active role but I know personally I am not cut out for a battlefield, so a desk suits me well.

2. MCU (fandom-that I am so out of date from, please take all of this with a grain of salt)

Favorite character: so when I was younger it was Tony Stark but now it’s definitely Wanda and T’challa

Least favorite character: ummm. I genuinely couldn’t tell you, I’m very out of date

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): wandavision, …ngl I can’t think of anymore, I honestly never shipped many and wandavision was like the only couple I remember really liking. Oh, I don’t know them but Loki/Mobius and/or Sylvie

Character I find most attractive: embarrassing confession time, Loki was my first bad celebrity crush. Wanda now and Shuri is cute. Also Sylvie

Character I would marry: if I could, Wanda

Character I would be best friends with: Vision and Peter Parker

A random thought: y’all it’s been so long since I’ve touched MCU I should catch up/refresh shouldn’t I?

An unpopular opinion: I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but I’m going to say it anyway. Personally, I really don’t like the movie Civil War, I think it’s what sorta made me disinterested in mcu. It’s been years since I’ve watched it so maybe I would have a completely different opinion if I saw it today, but at the time it just felt so...wrong? And childish? I literally don’t even remember why they were fighting or how that movie even ended (I feel like it just wasn’t satisfying??) but I think also, as a kid or teen watching that, it reminded me sooo much of the dumb drama that, you know, kids get into. I mean, getting your friends on someone’s side like that?? Like, I know they were mad but- but there are other ways of dealing with emotions??? And involving everyone's friends too? So yeah, it just felt off to me at the time, and looking back now, from what I remember, it just frustrated me. Especially as a kid who deals with dumb drama like that all the time, kids would want to see a better example especially from adult superheroes or at least not be reminded of the bs they have to go through sometimes. But, rant over, that’s all just my opinion:)

My canon OTP: wandavision

My non-canon OTP: ummm. I guess just Loki/Mobius and/or Sylvie lol

Most badass character: I have to say Natasha but actually there are many

Most epic villain: when I was younger I liked that Ultron was voiced by Robert California from the Office lol

Pairing I am not a fan of: I don’t know if it’s popular but I never liked Tony and Pepper. What happened with her?

Characters I feel the writers screwed up: I guess I’ll say Thor because I just felt such a weird difference in his personality that did not make sense to me

Favorite friendship: Wanda and Pietro!! Honestly I think a lot, there were a lot of good friendships but I can’t think of which ones are my favorite

Character I most identify with: ummmmmm.

Character I wish I could be: My gut says Thor

3. Washette (ship-bless you<3 get ready for rambles oh no)

When I started shipping them: So I first had the thought in 7th grade while my history teacher was talking about them and my little brain went: haha that’s pretty gay. (teacher keeps talking about them) wait a fucking minute, that is pretty gay! But it wasn’t until I got sucked into Hamilton that I really started actively shipping them by reading fics and what not, but something about them became an instant favorite. And later (little personal story time) I pretty much completely stopped reading fic and being active in fandom for years and actually, when I got my first panic attack that - no joke - lasted for 5 hours, for some reason my brain (as it’s decaying lol) said I want to go and reread all my favorite washette fics and also do what I was I always too scared to do. Write!! So that night I binged the fics and found myself falling in love again, feeling all the old passion I had for them again, and the next night (still very shaken) I wrote an outline of a good ol washette confession + kiss that was extremely thoughtful and good, and honestly, I have not actually used that outline yet! Maybe I’m saving it. But yeah, this is a long answer, but I have a weird amount of attachment to them and this ship, I wish I knew why too. <3

My thoughts: so many. Too many. First of all, I love that I have so many versions of them in my mind, right? When I started writing, I had never watched Turn but then I did and then it was like: hell yeah, another washette set. At this point, my brain has created it’s own unique version of them but it’s like, they’re so versatile! That’s one neat thing about this fandom as a whole, we get more than one character and personality and that’s just fun right?! More specifically on washette I mean, they’re just so sweet. Historically, their relationship is unique and cute, and you’d have to be a fool to think that to Washington Lafayette was just another friend. Even strictly platonically, it was something special and it’s so obvious I just love them. Ok. Enough thoughts for now <3

What makes me happy about them: the loooove, the comfort they found in each other, the fact that like every person at the time documenting them knew and understood they were special to each other like, they were just that in love.

What makes me sad about them: oh so much that I try to ignore lol. There is the one year when Lafayette went to France and all his letters to Wash are like: “I have not received one letter from you, but it’s ok, I love you and I know you love me too :)” WHO WAS NOT DELIVERING THESE LETTERS, I HAVE NAMES, NOW I WANT ANSWERS. Anyway, also just most things that happened when Laf went back to France. And then when he visited America in 1824 and visited Washington’s grave. Yeah. ow. (also, you know what, I have done too much research on this event. lmk if you would like a post)

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Generally, I’m not annoyed by much in fanfic at least with them and what I’ve seen. I’m still nostalgic for the old school nonbinary Laf fics, so it ain’t those. Literally maybe it’s because I’m starved for content but I can’t really think of anything, I love it all.

Things I look for in fanfic: back to the whole starved for content thing, I am a library of washette fics but I think if I was to pick a certain thing that I would love it’s just um fluff? And honesty, if that makes sense. Love confessions are very good as well. Canon era, please :) pining but not too much that it hurts me lol

My wishlist: literally all my wips. If I could whisk them into existence I could die happy and knowing I have put a variety of washette content in the world. Something else though, more fics :’) I love writing but sometimes I want to curl up with a cozy, new washette fic like a cup of hot chocolate and be surprised and learn something new and just..yeah:)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: what. Ok but actually, Martha and Adrienne because they are both honestly perfect for them and I love them too (I’m going to be biased, especially Adrienne)

My happily ever after for them: Can Lafayette just move the family to America? But also, it’s sad, but like I know Laf would be sad in America while France suffers. So...maybe a world where things in France go better and Lafayette gets to visit Washington more often and bring the family!! (Washington visit France too??)

4. Anna Strong (character)

How I feel about this character: I like her! She’s fun and…strong (oops lol) and she’s made some mistakes sure, but I feel like she did her best to learn from them and move on

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Honestly, I know they didn’t have a lot of interaction in the show but Anna/Mary has potential. And Anna/Edmund

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: her and Ben and Caleb

My unpopular opinion about this character: I really can’t think of anything unpopular

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: in general, her having more screen time with less men you know? I mean like one-on-one kind of scenes. Also I would’ve liked to see at least her and Selah talk. Like, really talk. They never really did that, right? I just have so many questions about them

Favorite friendship for this character: Anna and Ben

My crossover ship: I have no idea

And well, I know it’s been a few days but for a fandom list, I’m just a weeb lol but here

Octopath Traveler (my beloved)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Star Wars

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Persona 4

Zelda (to a point)

Pokémon

What We Do in the Shadows

Sailor Moon

Literally anything historical

Ok!! I tried to add a lot because I’m not sure what you might know or not haha. But thank you again!! I had fun <3

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frenchmarshmalloww · 4 years ago

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For those who were sad over my last post, here is a bit more angst but it gets better, promise :)

The timeline is kind of hazy, a sort of post S2 in terms of timing of the relationship but without the actual events of S2. OK it doesn't make any sense, just read lol.

The rules of tricking

I stand there, lost in thoughts, admiring the man laying on the couch in front of me. His body still makes my heart beat faster, a work of art if I ever saw one. Oh, how I wish I could be immune to it by now. Life certainly would be easier for me if I had been able to just get it out of my system. To just fuck him out my head, of my heart.

“Justin”

He startles me out of my musings, eyes on me from his position on the couch, hands in the hair of the trick blowing him. Not wanting to be left out any longer, I come closer, bend over the armrest of the couch and run my hands over his chest, play with his nipples. Brian sighs contently, music to my ears. I look at the other man straddling his thighs. He’s pretty hot, perfectly fitting the rules I secretly follow when choosing them. Hot enough that Brian would want to fuck them, not hot enough that I would not want him to fuck them. It’s a tight rope but I manage.

I remember clear as day, the night we came up with this new deal.

For the umpteenth time, we were coming home from Babylon fighting. I had caught Brian in the backroom fucking some twink, or was I the one being fucked? It doesn’t really matter I guess. Once in the loft, neither of us wanted to back down until, and boy was I stunned when it happened, Brian took the first step.

“Look Justin, this is getting really old. We have to find a way to just handle this better. How about some rules?”

“Rules? Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know… No tricking in front of each other for starters, no tricks in our bed, and we have to be home by 2AM every night.”

Seemed to me like he knew very well what he meant by rules. Apparently, he’d been thinking about it for a while. Still reeling from our fight though, I didn’t want to be amicable. So, like a five-year-old I stumped my theoretical foot and said “How about no tricking at all?”. It was worth a shot, right?

The look he gave me told me all I needed to know, so I switched gears rapidly. If he wanted a negotiation, then I had to come up with a proposition of my own.

“How about the total opposite?”

“What, like more tricking? Justin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“No, I meant opposite to your proposition. Here’s my counter offer. We trick together, I pick them, we get them here and then we share them. No one on one, no repeat.”

I should have taken a picture of his face at that moment. The perfect mix of surprise, awe and lust. Yes, I had him.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“OK.”

That was 4 months ago, and since then, we’ve shared guys about once a week. I guess I thought Brian would get tired of it at some point, that he would break the rules and I’d have to go back to watching him fucking anything that moves, but he seemed to enjoy it and we’ve never talked about it again.

Back in the moment, I glance at the pretty brunette blowing my … Brian. He’s very enthusiastic, too much if I say so and I need to reassert my control over the situation.

“Don’t you dare make him come” I snap.

Brian scoffs below me and says “Not a chance, babe”. Cocky bastard. I would have believed him too if it wasn’t for the way his voice broke on that last word, betraying how turned on he already was. Stupid trick.

I bend lower to catch his mouth with mine. The angle is all weird, being upside down, but somehow it makes the kiss better, filthier, sexier. I deepen it, pressing more of my weight onto him, until I feel his hand pushing urgently at my shoulder. I break the kiss and look at him questioningly. That’s the moment I realize he’s having trouble catching his breath. I must have been crushing his airways and he has to take big gulps of air now. I’m about to apologize when I notice how dark his eyes have gotten, how harder his dick is in the other’s mouth.

Smirking, I say to him “You liked it”. He plays dumb, of course. “What?”

“Don’t lie to me Brian” He never has, I don’t want him to start now.

“OK, yeah” then in a breath “Please”.

“Please, what?” I know I’m enjoying this way too much, but damn, it’s not often that I get that kind of dominance over Brian fucking Kinney.

“Please do it again” he reluctantly asks. Not ever having been able to deny him, I comply and for the next minutes, it feels like it’s just the two of us again.

Later, after we relocated ourselves on the bed, I find myself watching Brian prepping the other guy to get fucked. He’s got two fingers inside of him, and the pretty boy is already writhing under him. He’s still clear headed enough to stroke my cock so there’s still that. Once he’s ready, Brian pulls him up on his hands and knees, puts on a condom and enters him in one swift motion. The trick moans loudly and although I hate it, the sound makes me harder. Having Brian Kinney fuck you is a religious experience, it’s hard to focus on anything else. I’m this close to patting him on the cheek and say I understand how he feels. I let Brian get into a rhythm before I slide myself under them and shove the trick’s dick in my mouth. I’m not giving my best, it’s been a while since I did, but apparently Brian is putting in enough efforts for the both of us because the pretty boy is losing his mind, crying out loudly.

Few instants later, I feel Brian’s eyes on me. I know what he wants, same as always. He wants me to look at him when he comes. As if that would make what we’re doing more normal. I usually comply. Anything to pretend that it’s just the two of us. But tonight, I can’t. If he looks into my eyes, he’ll see. He’ll see all the things I’m not saying, all the things I don’t want him to know. That I cannot stand it anymore. That all I feel at this moment is disgust and sadness. So, I close my eyes to avoid his and I suck harder. I want this to be over already. I don’t have to wait long. A few deep thrusts in his ass and the trick is coming down my throat, taking Brian with him few seconds later. I swallow it all, out of habit at this point, and as soon as I feel his cock start to soften in my mouth I get up and leave. They are both catching their breath as I make my way to the bathroom. Glancing down I realize I am not even hard anymore.

I take a quick shower, trying to make it last long enough for the intruder to be gone when I get out of the bathroom. I perfected my timing so well over time that as I step out of the shower, I hear the door open and close. I dry up quickly, tying a towel around my waist and I get out of the bathroom. Halfway to the bed I walk around Brian, standing there only wearing his jeans, top button undone. I don’t stop, eager to put this all night behind me. He won’t let me though. He catches my wrist and pulls me into him.

“Hey, don’t.” The softness of his voice just about breaks me. I have to push through though, if I want to keep him, I need to play by the rules, he’s made that much clear.

“Don’t what?” I try. I know I am not fooling him, but I’ve been trapped in this role so long I don’t even know how to be anything else now.

He sighs deeply then lets me go and looks at me. I am not sure I know how to read his eyes. Is that pity? Suddenly panic is rising inside me. I went too far, I let him see and now he’s going to get rid of me. It happened before, when I started caring too much. It’s always the same with us. He tells me not to expect anything and I don’t for a while, and then I start to want more, and he pulls away, saying he won’t give me what I want, what I need. I leave, certain I will be better off without him, yet every time I come back, surer than ever that what he has to give is enough if it means I get to be with him. And again, and again. Except this time, he seems to be the one wanting me gone and the thought of not being able to come back to him makes my eyes burn.

“You’re unhappy.” He states. And I know where this is going, so I lie through my teeth. “No, I’m not. Look I’m sorry I wasn’t really into it tonight; this guy wasn’t really doing it for me I guess. I need better standards.” I try to joke, but it falls flat.

“Justin, we have to stop this.”

No, no, no, no, please don’t.

“Don’t worry Bri, next time will be extra hot, I swear. Might go for a blond next time. You’d like that right?” I try flirting. I never go for blonds. The only blond that gets to be fucked by Brian should be me.

“Justin, stop! There won’t be a next time.”

That’s when my heart breaks. I feel it in my chest, it’s being torn apart and shred to pieces. Then suddenly, as if something jumped started my system, I have to move, to run. I cannot be here anymore. I cannot look at him, still in the fucking afterglow of coming in this guy’s ass and see anything else than the pain of losing him, for good I suspect this time. I walk to the couch and start putting my clothes back on. When I’m dressed I grab a bag and go to the closet, I take whatever I come across, some might not even be mine, but all I think about is how I need to get out of here and fast.

A few minutes later, I’m making my way to the door when Brian stops me with a strong grip.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting out of here before you kick me out.”

He looks at me puzzled. Then something clicks in his mind and he smiles. The bastard is smiling at me when all I want is to be alone, so I can break down in peace.

“Justin, I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was we need to stop with the tricks.”

“OK… “ I am really confused at this point and it’s messing with my dramatic exit so I just stand there waiting for him to elaborate.

“Shit, I’m so bad at this. Let me try again.” He’s visibly struggling with whatever he’s trying to say, and despite the overall pain I feel deep inside my bones, it’s my turn to smile. I mean, how often do you get to see Brian Kinney struggling to express himself?

“Justin, I want new rules.” He finally says with a resolve that scares me a little. OK, fair enough.

“Yeah sure, do you want to go back to fucking them on your own?” Please anything as long as I can stay.

“No.” Fuck.

“OK then…” I keep trying to delay what I feel is inevitable. He cuts me off right there.

“Would you please just shut up and let me say this?!”

“Yeah, ok, sorry.” Go ahead, break my heart, I’m all ears.

He takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself for the worst and then looks at me and says:

“I want the new rule to be that we only fuck each other. No tricks, no backroom, no cruising, no nothing. You and me in our bed, or well anywhere really, from now on.”

I’m having a stroke. It has to be it, right? I can’t feel my legs, my heart is racing, there’s a white noise in my ears. I want to say something but my brain’s not working, my mouth either. I’m just gapping at him like a fish out of his water bowl. A minute has passed, maybe twenty for all I know, and I manage to find my voice again.

“Do you mean that?” I hate how small I sound, but I have to make sure. I can’t let myself hope.

“Yes, I do.”

“But you need it.” I feel stupid for fighting him on this, but that’s what he’s been saying for the last two years. Monogamy is shit. I don’t believe in love, I believe in fucking. Those are his words. What kind of game is he playing now?

“I need you more.”

I realize I’m crying now. 4 words. Not the 3 I desperately want to hear but this is certainly close enough. He needs me. More than he needs to fuck random guys in a backroom. More than he needs to be the king of Babylon, of Liberty Avenue.

I jump into his arms, sobbing in his neck, peppering him with kisses. I’m so happy I could sing, dance, whatever. He wraps his arms around me instantly, holding me tight. I feel his smile against my hair and it makes me cry harder.

“Hey come on, don’t cry. You know I don’t know what to do with crying people.”

I ignore his attempt at lightening the mood and kiss him deeply, letting myself feel it all. After a few minutes, we break apart, both breathless and hard.

Brian, pulls away slightly and looks at me like he can see into my soul.

“Justin, you know I …” He trails off.

His eyes are pleading with me not to push it, not to force the words out of him. I see the fear, but also his desire to make me believe, that in his own fucked-up way, Brian Kinney does love me.

“Yeah, I know. Me too.”

Relief floods his features, he must have been really torn up over this. I’m an asshole for enjoying it but I feel like I deserve it somehow.

“So now that it’s settled, could you stop being such a drama queen and put that stuff back?” He points at the bag on the floor.

This time, I let him joke the seriousness away and throw the bag in the vague direction of the closet.

“I’ll put it back later. First, I need you inside me, seems I’m the only one who did not get off tonight.”

I take his hand and lead him to our bed. From behind me, I hear him murmur, not sure I’m even supposed to.

“Whatever you need Sunshine, whatever you need”. And for once, I know he means it the way I want him to.

#qaf #qaf us #brian kinney #justin taylor #britin

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Brian watched Chu Zihang stand in the middle of the dark and dusty ballroom of the derelict mansion, silent, as though listening for something.

He wasn’t sure what to do other than silently wait. The Executive Department held name Chu Zihang as the standard of the Executive Department as singular in never failing a mission, a verified dragonslayer in killing the Lord of Earth and Stone.

His memory recalled how effortlessly he cleared a long jump.

Chu Zihang turned to him and he stood at attention. “Sir?”

“Is the cafeteria open now?” He asked.

“Huh? The cafeteria? There might be someone working there now…”

“I thought so. Mingfei liked late night snacks. I’ve never had them myself. But I didn’t eat dinner.” Zihang turned his head, paused in thought a moment, and then nodded. “I can get you something for your injury too.”

Brian’s head still throbbed a painful testament to how effective a fighter he was, to shake off a taser shot and maintain his senses. “It’s fine…”

Zihang approached him and stopped. “Then think of it as compensation.”

Brian’s heart leaped into his throat. “There’s no need. I was just doing my job.”

“You did it very well. I never saw you coming.”

He rubbed the back of his neck at the unexpected praise. “I’m glad you think so.”

Together, they left Norton Hall and made their way down to the main building that held the cafeteria as well as administrative offices. Zihang didn’t ask to see his daughter again. He didn’t say anything else about Tom.

Brian wasn’t a father. He’d been abandoned by his own dad. But he didn’t have to experience fatherhood to know that Zihang must be very unhappy about what had happened with his daughter. After all, it was supposed to be school policy to never let students over the blood-threshold to enroll at Cassell for this very issue. They could turn deadpool and attack and kill other students. But here Cassell was breaking their own rule and his daughter almost paid with her life in a place where she should have been the safest.

He wasn’t showing it at all but he must be very upset. “Will you be spending the night here?”

“No.” He responded.

“Oh.”

Zihang glanced at him. “I meant to say, no, there’s no reason for me to stay here if Ru”yi won’t see me.”

“Don’t you… have questions about what happened?”

Zihang’s mouth opened and then shut. He stopped walking.

Brian quickly berated himself. “...that was out of line.”

“You’re fine. But the cafeteria is closed.”

The main building was still some distance away but it was completely dark in the windows.

“Ah. Winter break hours I guess? Sorry. I could… get something at my place if you want.”

Zihang hesitated for a moment, his eyes shifting as his mind recalculated. “You have a first aid kit?”

“I have ice packs.”

Zihang reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and opened it.

As soon as he pulled out a crisp twenty, Brian protested. “I can’t. Please, it’s fine. It’s just part of the job.”

“Take it.”

“I don’t need the money! It’s my job!”

Zihang didn’t move, his golden eyes glittering behind his dark glasses. “Just take it.”

Brian sighed. “Alright.” He took the money and stuffed it in his pocket.

“I don’t have any questions about what happened other than I want to know why Ru’Yi won’t see me.”

“She’s been through a lot.”

Zihang shook his head, for once, a small bit of emotion shined through. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth and his brow knitted.

“That guy wasn’t supposed to be here. He was over the threshold. Everyone knew he was a ticking time bomb.” Brian said quietly. “It was just a matter of time before he lost control. That’s why I was watching. I don’t really deserve any praise. I should have been able to protect her better. I don’t know how you can stay so calm. You spent your career pursuing threats like him, and then he just gets to waltz on campus and assault your daughter? If I were you… I’d be so angry.” Brian shook his head in dismay, crossing his arms and letting out an exasperated breath.

“If… you were me…” Zihang’s eyes shifted away from Brian’s.

“Yeah. Aren’t you angry at all?” Brian searched his face.

Zihang seemed at a loss for words. He looked down at the ground. “I suppose what you say is correct,” he said in a meek voice. “I can see both sides of the issue.”

“Both sides? Your daughter was just released from the hospital and you want to talk about both sides?”

“I’m not authorized to speak on this. You should talk to Fingel.” He continued to evade.

This was nothing like the reaction Brian Swietzer had expected. Members of the Executive Department were supposed to be decisive, carry out the directives of the school in the war against dragons. The Chu Zihang he learned about in school was a dedicated agent and killer.

The person in front of him now didn’t seem to know what side he was on.

“I’ve got to get back to my post.” Brian said, “I’ll let Ru’Yi know you were looking for her.”

“Thank you. And… Thank you for protecting her.”

Brian gave a two fingered salute and jogged away.

Zihang waited until he was out of sight, though he was still being monitored. He turned back and walked towards Norton Hall, vaulting over the gate to the garden. Through the patio doors he could see out the back. He could see where the snow had been disturbed, little divots of snow where footprints had been.

Sure enough, Chu Huoli’s marker was not as snow covered as it should have been, the dry foliage was crushed where someone had stood.

Zihang took a deep lungful of cold air and let it out. Then he raised his cellphone and snapped a picture directly in front of him. He texted the picture to his wife and waited.

The seconds ticked by. He opened his mouth and called out, “Meixiu… Meixiu!”

The snow crunched behind him. “Hey…”

He turned and looked down at her. Her hair was lifted up in braids on her head as she smiled up at him.

“She knows.” Zihang said.

Carli, now known as Meixiu, lowered her eyes to the gravestone. He watched her close her eyes against the now familiar pang of grief and loss.

“What are you going to tell her?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Zihang’s eyes widened. Silver hairs were cutting through the dark braids, grey streaks that weren’t there before. “Meixiu… you… How old are you right now?”

She grinned. “Don’t act so innocent. You included the church clock in that photo intentionally. I’ve been standing here since the moment you took it.”

She raised one hand to his cheek. “It’s going to be alright. Tom will be fine. He will thrive.”

“Did you get the world you wanted?” He raised his hand to meet hers.

“The world I wanted?” She gave a bitter laugh. “Zihang, you knew that was impossible. But, I did get a world.” She returned to looking at the gravestone, tucking her hand in her pockets. “No more questions.”

“I love you.” Zihang blurted.

“I love you, Zihang.”

She was gone in an instant, out of existence in the blink of an eye.

#Class of 2032 #Chu Zihang #Johann Chu #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction

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🏵️ my youth is yours by @skarshes (6k) | Not Rated

"They shake hands and when they’re finished, Louis stands up to go shake Harry’s hand. He doesn’t understand why Harry is gawking at him until he realizes that he’s still dressed in a pair of blue lacy boyshorts. He blushes, but the response from Harry is the best, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wide. Louis shakes his hand and welcomes him before leaving to go finish his last part of the photoshoot. Harry is still standing there with his mouth wide open when Louis walks out.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Louis thinks to himself as he gets in position for the next photo set."

Or: Louis is a model and Harry is his assistant. Cue the instant attraction, flirting, a little bit of smut, a little bit of angst, but a happy ending.

🏵️And I know he’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb by @capturethesunset (3k) | Not Rated

Louis getting wrecked by jealous Harry.

🏵️hop hop hop by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Suddenly, Harry’s slipping down his jeans, and Louis gasps as he’s met with a very unexpected but delicious sight. A mass of fur nestles between Harry’s cheeks, matching with the pink of the inner part of his bunny ears.

Or, the one in which Harry wears bunny ears and a bunny butt plug and Louis proceeds to fuck him.

🏵️Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by @Phillipa19 (3k) | Explicit

Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn’t be ignored for much longer.

-OR-

Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.

Part 2 of When I Land, You’re Mine

🏵️St. Austin’s School for Boys by @domtommo, @winsomefreak (100k) | Explicit

St. Austin’s School for Boys is a correction school for young men that uses corporal punishment as their means of discipline. After one too many infractions, Harry Styles is sent there till graduation. Upon arriving Harry meets his dorm advisor who also happens to be the first year sex-education teacher and footie coach, Louis Tomlinson. Harry falls in absolute adoration for the teacher and is all too ready to drop down onto his knees for him. During his stay he learns some very interesting things about himself… Welcome to St. Austin’s School for Boys, where the hallways are filled with love, drama, and sex.

Part 1 of St. Austin’s School for Boys

🏵️hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss by @icedwaters (27k) | Explicit

Louis would like to know when his life became a huge romantic comedy, because he’s starting to get tired of being the butt of every joke. Harry’s already at the club when he, Zayn, and Liam arrive. He’s got on the tightest jeans Louis has ever seen in his life (including his own), and this flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, the buttons mostly undone to reveal the majority of his chest and a few tattoos. Louis’ eyes are first drawn to the big butterfly inked above his abs, then to black lines drawn on his shoulders, partly hidden by the edge of his shirt. He can’t help staring, his eyes clinging to Harry’s exposed skin.

(or louis is a 22 year old photographer in his third year of uni, and harry is his 19 year old cat-loving neighbor.)

🏵️I’m Gonna Love You (Until You Hate me) by @sweaterpawstyles (8k) | Explicit

As if reading his mind, Louis glanced over his glasses at Harry, presumably because Harry didn’t reply to his statement earlier.

“I decided to get my glasses out again,” he chuckled, winking at Harry. “Do you like them?“

Harry felt his face heat up. No, he didn’t just like them. He fucking loved them and wanted to ride Louis and call him daddy while he wore them. But he didn’t want to just tell Louis this.

Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn’t like to be teased

🏵️jump in the deep end by @istajmaal (4k) | Explicit

Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I’m not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.

or, Louis’s arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.

🏵️shit, i still love you (still see you in bed) by @Wankerville (10k) | General Audiences

Harry hums, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, “I want daddy to fuck me in the gold booties he got me for my birthday.”

or, it’s valentine’s day and harry wants to be fucked in his gold boots

🏵️daddy daddy cool by @sky_reid (6k) | Explicit

harry wakes up hard.

🏵️Yes Daddy, I Will by @recklessandbrave (9k) | Explicit

Louis smirks, arms crossed while admiring the scene in front of him. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him; desperate while blindfolded and tied up, and he was loving it. He feels drunk off the sight of his boyfriend spread out for him, naked, hard, and needy.

Or the one where Harry distracts Louis while he works and gets the punishment he deserves, and so badly wants.

Part 1 of Pastel

🏵️Thank You, Daddy by @recklessandbrave (10k) | Explicit

Harry’s hot, wet mouth is around him before Louis even has the chance to blink, and it feels so good, the icy sting of the frozen dessert disappearing as Harry’s soft tongue laps it up. After Harry swallows, he pulls off the head of Louis’ cock and then dips down to trail his tongue up the shaft, collecting the bits that dribbled down. “Yummy. Thank you, daddy.” He hums pleasantly.

Or the one where Louis gets an idea, and Harry wears panties

Part 2 of Pastel

🏵️strawberry milk fic by @Wankerville (158k) | Explicit

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.” or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

🏵️The Night Sky is Changing Overhead orphan_account (124k) | Explicit

“Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup.

The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano, dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee.

“Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”

“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!”

“Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged.

Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harry on it.”

The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, “Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles formed next to his eyes. “Thanks, Harry.”

🏵️driving instructor fic by @LoadedGunn (104k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

🏵️Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups (91k) | Explicit

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

🏵️sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse) by @istajmaal, @LoadedGunn (96k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

🏵️welcome to the mansion by @blankiehxrry (7k) | Explicit

Harry is a Playboy bunny.

🏵️Wild and Rain by @softandslow (45k) | Explicit

Louis has been looking after Tessa since he was sixteen. Harry’s a man in a business suit who has loved his daughter’s babysitter for three whole years.

🏵️But I’ll Still Take You Home by @LoadedGunn (9k) | Explicit

“So how old does that make you?”

It takes Harry a second. “Twenty.”

Louis arches an eyebrow. No matter how morally dubious that makes him, this boy is not twenty years old. “Bullshit.”

Harry pinches his bottom lip between two long fingers. “Eighteen.”

“What is this, a missile launch?”

Harry giggles. “Seventeen.”

Or, Harry is 17 at a college party, and Louis is not Brian Kinney.

🏵️can i stay the night by @frappeniall (3k) | Explicit

Louis pulled away and stood up, ‘This.. This is wrong. You’re 16.’

‘17 in 6 minutes,’ Harry interjected, ‘If that helps.’

[harry has a crush on his older neighbor, louis, and stays the night at his house when he gets in trouble with the police]

🏵️Can’t help but touch myself by @Tita (7k) | Explicit

“I asked what these were, love.” Harry gulps. “Panties,” he explains with heated cheeks, needing more than the light touches from Louis and getting nothing. “What did you get them for? Were they to impress someone else?” He asks, and Harry shakes his head fervently, stumbling over his words as he tries to get his tongue to cooperate. “No, no,” he emphasizes, arching his back to plaster himself to Louis. “For you, always for you, Daddy.”

🏵️Champagne by @fanshae (2k) | Explicit

“Look at how pretty you are,” Louis murmurs, Harry’s stockinged toes curling against the floor at the praise, “Give Daddy a twirl, baby.”

🏵️Give It Up To Me by @krisstylinson (8k) | Explicit

“You’re going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge,” he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

“And?” Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis’ arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. “What if I wanted you to?”

Or the cliché where Louis isn’t supposed to come but he does, and that can’t go unpunished in Harry’s eyes.

🏵️I can feed your appetite by @dirrtylarry (5k) | Explicit

During a meal out with the other boys, Harry teases Louis to get what he wants.

🏵️I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

🏵️it ain’t trickin’ if ya got it by @sarcasticfluentry (10k) | Explicit

Louis raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You have to ask nicely, Harry.”

They’ve never really played like this before, and Louis is a little out of his element but he finds that they’re both falling effortlessly into their roles (and not just because Louis is good at acting).

Harry’s too overwhelmed, though, to say anything without first gasping, “I c-can’t - god, I can’t believe you - please, Daddy, please put it inside?”

… or, 28-year-old blockbuster actor Louis Tomlinson rushes home to give his 20-year-old model boyfriend Harry a good seeing-to after a particularly provocative Instagram post and, in his excitement, alerts the entire world. Featuring daddy kink, anal beads, and feelings.

🏵️let’s talk about making love by @istajmaal (25k) | Explicit

“That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”

Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.

Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he’s Daddy.

🏵️nominae by @pressedpeachpits (2k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis is Harry’s beautiful acting professor, and Harry is an awkward college freshman with a crush on said teacher. After a slip up with what name to call him, Harry finds himself in a world of embarrassment, obsession, and lots of support from his roommate Niall.

Or, the one in which Harry calls his teacher Daddy, but it isn’t as bad as he expected

🏵️smile in slow motion by @istajmaal (24k) | Explicit

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate.

🏵️sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me by @moonlightlouis (4k) | Not Rated

harry’s been a naughty boy and needs to be punished and louis is there to do it

🏵️To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

🏵️Untitled sugardaddy fic by orphan_account (2k) | Explicit

Harry comes home from a long day at work and has his way with his baby. (That’s Louis.)

The one with all the daddy kink sex and spanking. It’s pure pwp

🏵️Wake Me Up by @larrystylins (2k) | Explicit

Harry stretches and accidentally pushes his bare bum into Louis’ crotch. Oh. That’s definitely Louis’ cock. Okay that’s definitely the outline of Louis’ hard cock pressing against him. “Lou?” he whispers. Of course Louis is fast asleep..

or Harry wakes up to Louis’ morning wood pressed against his bum. Harry gets needy. Louis wakes up and punishes him.

🏵️You Don’t Need Me To Show The Way by@LoadedGunn (6k) | Explicit

But right there, on Harry’s iPod, is a folder entitled Lou Sappy Sappy Long Indie Hipster 80’s Love Songs Mixtape.

Louis expects a sappy mix tape. He might even expect his own shitty versions of Foo Fighter songs. What he doesn’t expect is clicking on “AUD-20101223” and suddenly hearing loud moaning. He gasps and scrambles to pause it, so shocked the iPod drops right to Harry’s stomach. Harry looks absolutely mortified, even more than he did when Louis played High School Musical. He’s blushing so furiously his face bypassed rosy straight to flaming red, and his mouth is closing and opening like he can’t think of a single thing to say.

Then Louis starts laughing uproariously. “Hiiii, I’m Harry from Cheshire, when I’m on the road I like listening to indie music and gay porn.”

Or, 2011 fic where Harry rides dick for the first time and Louis appreciates technology.

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Working For Love: A TerrorMoo Story 8/17

Ahhh nobody told me that last week I forgot to update this story. I’m terrible >.< I apologize to all who were looking for it. Please enjoy the new chapter!

Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian wasn’t a coward.

If anything, he was the one in his group who had no problem walking up to a pretty stranger at the bar to flirt. Evan had only recently discovered his feelings for men, and then it didn’t matter because he only had eyes for Jonathan. He talked a big game when the stuttering disaster wasn’t within earshot, but would clam up fast in Jonathan’s presence. In his defense, his love interest was even worse, which Brian wouldn’t have thought possible until seeing just how many words could be flopped over and twisted when trying to ask Evan out on a date. Tyler always acted like he didn’t want someone, too busy with ‘the gym’ and ‘not killing you guys’ to think about a relationship. This wasn’t true, and Brian had to bite his tongue more times than not when Tyler would complain about Mini’s latest attempt to catch his attention. Nogla was hopeless, Anthony a serial dating app browser, and Scotty’s baby face always made potential dates put him in the friend zone. The fact that any of them had gotten laid was still a mystery for Brian. (Brian was still sour over Luke’s attempt to flirt with Brock, so he didn’t count.)

The point was, Brian knew how to use his good looks and Irish charm to score a number or date.

But asking Brock out? That was complicated.

“I don’t get how it’s complicated.” Nogla’s chip bag crinkled when he shoved his hand into it, ignoring Scotty’s look of disgust when he shoved a fistful into his mouth and continued. “He’s into ye, yer into him, and ye are both are good looking guys.”

“And you both eye-fuck each other every time he comes in the gym.” Scotty’s helpful addition to the conversation lacked any sympathy, and Brian flicked his forehead before snatching the cleaning rag off the counter.

“Because it’s Brock. You both know how different that makes this.”

“We do?” Nogla didn’t read between the lines very well, yet it still made Brian smack his forehead.

“Why are you here on a Friday, anyways?”

“Evan needed me to cover so him and Jonny boy could go to some concert.”

“See? Even Evan’s manning up and asking Jonathan on a date. I’m sure neither of them acknowledged it was a date, but it’s close enough! If Evan can half-ass asked the love of his life on a semi-date, you can toss out dinner plans to Brock.” Scotty did make a good point, which was annoying and uncomfortable for Brian.

“God, I’m pathetic if I’m taking dating advice from you two. Forget dating, I need to go marry Brock before I catch your single disorder.”

“Hey!” They synced up close enough to be comical, and Brian snickered at himself. Even when he was miserable, he was hilarious. Giving himself a mental pat on the back when turning from the sputtering duo, Brian let his eyes skim the gym until he found his target. It was later at night, so not many people were still using the weights. Brock’s lone figure sat in the leg press, the familiar look of concentration crossing his face as his legs pushed the weights over him. It was nice to see his form had improved over the course of the month, meaning he’d taken Brian’s mini lesson on the weights seriously. Adding to that, Brock’s weight amount had increased, proving he wasn’t slowing down in his desire to be healthy.

“Looking good there, Brocky.” Brian tried to lean his frame against the side of the machine casually, while accentuating how the uniform shirt tightened around his bicep. His eyes never fully set on Brock when he scanned the gym, making sure that their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. Brock didn’t like having audiences, and Brian’s sliver of self-doubt would probably become a crater if one of his regulars heard Brock shut him down. Hearing the machine stop moving, he knew he had Brock’s attention, so he let his lips spin an easy grin before setting his play into motion. “So the last time I checked, schools aren’t open on Saturdays and I have the entire weekend off. Which means we’re both probably looking for something fun to do, and I happen to know a great place for some grub-”

“Brian?”

Brock’s voice cutting through his words made him jump, not realizing that he’d forced his eyes to stare at the lockers lining the wall across from them. It was a strange realization; he hadn’t wanted to look at Brock. Normally, people he seduced into his bed told him that one of his best selling points was the emotional charge in his gaze. It was a secret weapon that he could whip out at any time, whether it was to get sympathy from the cop he got pulled over by or to slip the final piece of clothing off his lover’s thighs. But here, he couldn’t get himself to face Brock’s reactions. Because… well, as absurd as it was, what if Brock said no? What if all this time, all these little hints of sparks and warmth between them had just been Brian wanting them? Sure, Brock flushed all sorts of colors when Brian flashed him a smile or called him a nickname. But wasn’t Brock also easy to embarass? Mini had proven that on more than once occasion at the gym. And Brock was just too nice to fully shut down Brian, unless he did something like ask him on a dateohmygodwhatdidhejustdo-

“Brian!” He sucked in a sharp breath, snapping his eyes back to the face that eased any turbulence in his stomach with a simple concerned look. “Hey, did you need something?”

“What?” His mouth felt dry, and his voice sounded different coming out. Brock noticed it too, his lips dipped down into a frown.

“Are you okay?” It was only when Brock popped out his second earbud to give Brian his full attention that Brian’s idiotic brain smashed him with a realization; Brock always listened to music when he worked out. Really loud, too. At times, Brian had teased Brock for blowing out his eardrums because of it. It was the only way that Brock said he could drown out the thoughts in his head. And like an idiot, too distracted by the uncharacteristic nerves that had crept through his blood, he’d forgotten that. He’d just been talking to himself, getting overwhelmed by the idea of getting rejected, and Brock hadn’t even heard him. If he could reach the cleaning bottle, he’d be drinking it to try and escape the Nogla-like situation.

“Jesus,” he groaned, palms pressed over his eyes to try and make the world disappear. He hadn’t felt this out of his league since middle school with the football player.

“Are you okay?” But the forgien sense of discomfort fled when hesitant fingers touched his cheek, startling him enough to drop his hands. Brock had pushed to stand while Brian had beat himself up, and the lack of distance between their chests made Brian’s shudder in pleasant shock. But it was a gentle touch, fingertips light when pressing to his cheekbone, that lit up Brian’s mind like fireworks. Brock rarely touched people; he was a sweet person, full of kindness and a heart that never knew how to protect itself. But he wasn’t a tactile person; he left the crossing of boundaries to Craig. In the months that Brian knew Brock, he couldn’t remember a time that the other man initiated a touch between them. The closest that he’d gotten was their hands brushed when exchanging the membership card. Even now, it was just a fleeting touch. Nothing to write home about, with no sexual charge or romantic force.

But Brian wanted to lean forward and just live in the moment for a year.

“I’m great,” he mumbled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open through sheer will. Brock’s gaze was still studying him with worry, the lower lip pulled between his teeth while he assessed the situation. Knowing his chance of asking his initial question was gone, Brian mustered up a casual smile. “Just wanted to...make sure your weights were set properly. Didn’t wanna see you hurt yourself.”

“Oh!” Brock’s look of relief of Brian being okay was instant, and Brian’s heart melted. Fuck. This wasn’t just an attraction; Brian had a crush on Brock. So much so, that even when he heard Scotty’s groan of disapproval and Nogla’s ‘what happened?’ in the distance, he didn’t care. Because Brock looked happy right now, and date or no date, that was really all Brian wanted. And in the moment he realized asking Brock out in a dingy gym wasn’t going to cut it. Brock deserved the world, and Brian could give it to him. He wanted to give him it, when the time was right.

Brian wasn’t a coward; he just liked Brock too much to treat him like everyone else.

Ahhh sorry guys for being a basket head. I really have been a bit off my game this whole vacation (and I still feel like crap if you can believe that). But as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think!

#Terrormoo #Soft boys #Terroriser #Moo Snuckle #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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bohrapbois · 5 years ago

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Yay, the inbox is open again! ❤ I'd suggest Ben and Joe falling in love with each other and the rest of the cast (with Brian and Rog if you wish) realising that 🙂

Ok this one was so much fun to write!! I love these dorks being the last ones to realise they are actually in love with eachother!

Send in your prompts! Inbox open!

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To Brian, it had been obvious from the first time he met the ‘band’. Having already met and gotten the awkward tension out in the open, Joe and Ben were quickly bonding. When Brian glanced over throughout the few pre-filming meetings, he’d always seen one of the duo leaning over and whispering a little joke they’d both be giggling over. When it was them two, no one else seemed to exist in their little bubble. Brain smiled, pulling himself back into the wider conversation, but he couldn’t help but glance over at the blooming love shared between the Brit and American.

Gwilym was the next to notice. It was during Live Aid, day three of actually shooting when he noticed that whenever ‘Cut!’ was called, Joe would bee-line towards the drum risers, jumping up and shimmying around until he was standing next to the blond. Usually, the poor touch-up crews would have to try and get between them, but neither Joe or Ben seemed to care, chatting about whatever was bouncing around their minds at the time. When the next opportunity came up, Gwil noticed how Ben face broke into an instant smile and his eyes would be fixed on the John-Deacon-Look-Alike until they were right next to each other.

The lanky Welshman joined in, stuck the other side of the drums because really there is not enough room for them all behind there. Whenever Joe laughed, Ben eyes would be glued to him, smiling himself with a peak of his tongue between the lips. It didn’t even matter if the drummer knew what they were laughing about - if Joe laughed, he laughed.

God, he needed to talk to the others about what to do about the blushing lovebirds.

Ben asked Lucy to take their photo, and it was through the screen of a phone that she noted what Gwil had told her a few days ago. Joe, laying on his side on the edge of a stage, pretending to be asleep, Ben looking over him before deciding to join in and lay his head on Joe’s backside with a smile.

It was during one of the rehearsals about a month into filming. Most of today’s shooting was based on Rami, so the others had to do other things before they were called on set, and Ben/Joe/Gwil had opted for a little rehearsal to keep on track of their instruments.

As she lowered the phone, laughing softly at the joke, neither men in front of her opted to move, looking over and knowing it was done, both remained to lay in their positions. Ben shifted slightly, getting a bit more comfortable and throwing an arm over Joe’s legs, cheek pressing against the pocket of the redheads’ trousers, and Ben looked right at home cuddled up against him. When Joe didn’t think he was being looked at, he’d glance slightly at the Brit cuddling him, a soft and tender smile flashing over his face before he remembered where he was and pulling himself back into the conversation. At this point, Lucy and Gwil were standing side by side and sharing knowing looks. But it looked like it was only those two who really saw what was happening.

Of course, Brian had told Roger about his mini-me’s little crush, and of course, the legendary drummer had just rolled his eyes and patted his closest friend on the shoulder and dismissed the idea. Bran always had this habit of trying to find love and adoration in people. But as Ben and Roger were going over a few songs, getting the stick-spin just right and really just father-son bonding, the white-haired man had to quirk an eyebrow. The younger man seemed to ramble on without realising, bringing up Joe as much as possible, sometimes including him in a story or anecdote that wasn’t really needed. And, yeah ok, blue eyes watched and saw the longing in green eyes whenever Mazzello was mentioned. Roger, being the little shit he’s always been, managed to bring up the little crush, and the man sitting opposite him spluttered and blushed, suddenly looking at anything other than Roger.

It wasn’t long after that a spluttering Ben found an excuse to leave, letting Roger too pull out his phone at text over the confirmation to Brian, including many expletives. He just hoped the curly-haired guitarist wouldn’t try to play matchmaker again. There had been a few disasters in years gone by.

Rami had been so busy on set that he hadn’t really been able to notice anything going on between his friends and costars. Of course, he’d seen the teasing and spanking during the ‘I Want To Break Free’ shoot, had commented on the way the two had always sat on the same seat in the breakroom even if it meant their legs being tangled and having to hold onto one another as not to fall, but it was when they were out for a weekend pint that he saw the love between them that Gwil, Lucy, Allen and basically everyone else had noticed.

Ben was coming back from the bar, a round of drinks held on a tray, and as he handed them out to everyone, his fingers brushed against Joes over the pint glass. It was like they were both frozen for a moment, just staring at each other and holding the beer between them. They’d cuddled, teased and literally carried each other on set, but suddenly it was the brushing of fingers out in public which seemed to make them both realise at exactly the same time their feelings.

Now, Ben is a blusher. His face and neck prickled pink, and Rami sipped his own drink as he watched green eyes grow wide. But Joe doesn’t blush. No, as Rami has just found out about his long-time friend, Joe is the silent type. He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes quickly examining the grain of the table in front of them and pulling the pint close to his chest.

The moment their hands weren’t touching anymore, it was like the spell had been lifted for the Brit, who quickly darted off to give the bar staff their tray back. As he came back, Rami rolled his eyes at the way Ben seemed to shuffle his chair slightly closer to Joe, who glanced over and gave a tight-lipped smile. If anyone looked under the table, they’d have seen how the two castmates legs were pressed together, and after a few drinks and accepting their feelings, an American hand came to hold onto a British thigh.

(And maybe if they shared a little kiss in the smoking area, no one cared.)

#my work #my writing #hardzello #ben hardy #joe mazzello #bohemian rapsody movie #BoRhap cast #fluff

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hear me out: drunk with best friends shawn at an LA party leading to heavyyy teasing

this is late af but i have been thinking about this since you sent it and may have gone off a tiiiiny bit because i freaking love the concept of best friends toeing the line and am, uh, so very here to talk about it 🙂

i could see it being a situation where you're very affectionate with each other as it is, but you try your best not to read too much into it. you know shawn is a hugger, a nuzzler, an absolute, goddamn sweetheart who has a tendency to show he cares through touch -- to be especially so with his best friend isn't really that odd. but that doesn't mean your breath won't catch every time his hand presses into your lower back to guide you into a hug, or that your heart doesn't stutter every time he kisses your cheek when he says goodbye. you wouldn't call it a full on crush (at least not out loud), but you know it's not nothing either, which always makes for an interesting time -- especially when you're drunk.

because when you're drunk and your inhibitions are lowered, you don't think so much about burying your attraction to him. you don't think so much about hiding the way his touch can get to you and sometimes, if your hazy mind isn't playing tricks on you, you get the sense that he isn't thinking so hard on it either. that he might be letting his fingers linger on purpose when you wear something backless or that he’s deliberately letting his lips brush your ear when he's talking over the loud music.

now fast forward to our party in la —— maybe something one of shawn's crew put on, maybe something he knows no one at but you, brian, and anyone else who's tagged along. either way, it finds you two attached at the hip, as always, and happily drinking your fill. the shift happens around the fourth or fifth round, when the buzz becomes a high and your head starts swimming delightfully from the booze. there’s someone telling a story — cez, maybe? — and your leg is pressed against shawn’s as you both lean in to listen. his body heat is palpable, even through two layers of jeans, and your thoughts keep wandering to how firm his thigh is, how good it feels being tucked so close, and how he seems to shift whenever you do, as though trying to keep it that way.

not that you mind, though. if anything, you’re aching for that proximity too and eventually settle on resting your head to his shoulder to get it. shawn doesn’t even bat an eye at the contact and repositions himself to ensure you’re well-supported. he’s too engaged in the conversation to rest his head on yours like he normally might, but he makes up for it with a large hand finding your knee. the touch is brief in the grand scheme of things, a thumb rubbing over your skin through the holes for a second before he pulls his hand back. but it’s enough to stir you, to stoke a fire in your tummy that’s been lit since the first shot. being so close to everyone else, you try to quiet it with another gulp of your drink, but that only does so much — especially when the next thing to come out of the conversation is a suggestion from someone else — brian this time? — to do a round of body shots.

you pause. weigh your options with a sideway glance at shawn, a quick sweep of the rest of the table, then a long, final drain of your cocktail. “i’m in — as long as it’s not vodka."

once you commit, shawn follows suit, and after that, it’s a blur of laughter and movement until everyone involved has found a place to settle. as the one to suggest it, brian goes first, his grin wider than you’ve ever seen it as he lays across a marble countertop and hikes his t-shirt up his middle. he reaches for a girl you don’t recognize, who’s giggling as she places her hand in his and steps up beside him — no wonder he’s smiling so big.

beside you, shawn is bouncing to the music, his attention split between brian in front of him and you beside him. but when the song changes to one you both love, you get all of him in an instant, his lips pulled up at the corners as he reaches for your hand with a playful “dance with me!”

you’re already laughing when he twirls you, head tossed back in abandon because there’s nothing more freeing than this. being drunk, being with him, perhaps a mix of the two — whatever it is, it’s perfect, and you fall headlong into it, swaying your hips as his free hand finds them to bring you flush against him. your arms wind around his middle, head to chest, and you both start to rock giddily to the music. shawn’s humming along, a sound that travels through your whole body, and over the next few songs, you can feel a world all your own building around the two of you, his touch, his voice, his warmth all you feel until —

“shawn! it’s your turn!”

brian snaps you both out of it easily, his voice lined with a bit of laughter because he knows exactly what he’s doing. shawn is disoriented, blinking down at you, then up at brian, before noting the very empty countertop and very full bottle of tequila he’s holding. then, he’s all caught up, chuckling as his eyes dance back towards you. “you’re gonna do it with me, right?” he doesn’t wait long for an answer, and doesn’t really need to when you’re grinning up at him immediately, giving one firm nod. "come on then,” he mutters, the hand at your waist tightening to guide you forward as he moves backwards. he doesn’t stop until he’s almost run into brian, who laughs fully this time with his free hand pushing at shawn’s back. “hop up, bro, come on!"

he has to let you go to do what brian asks, and the distance is disappointing — your skin’s buzzing everywhere his hands were, as though something’s clawing for him to come back. it’s enough that you might’ve been bothered, if you didn’t know you were about to get close again — closer, even — in just a few moments. like brian had before, shawn gets his t-shirt rolled up to expose his tummy the moment he’s settled on the counter, a noticeable flush to his cheeks when he does. you want to laugh because he’s far too long to be comfortable, most of his legs dangling over the edge, but you can’t keep your eyes off him long enough to commit.luckily, brian keeps him too busy to notice you gawking, the redhead immediately moving to uncork the bottle once shawn is still and get as much of a shot poured into his belly button. when the liquor settles, shawn hisses, eyes squinting a bit as his whole body tenses. “that’s fuckin’ cold, man.”

brian smirks, his entire demeanor devious as he sprinkles salt in a straight line leading up from shawn’s belly button. “no worries,” he says with a pointed glance at you, "think someone’s about to warm you right up.”

you respond with a playful roll of your eyes, though that energy dies down the moment you’re at the counter. shawn is hyper focused on you, his whole body taut like he’s holding a breath; and when you start to dip your head down towards him, you realize he is. part of you is proud about that — having such an effect on him, and you can’t help the smirk that comes when you murmur, just before your tongue meets his skin: “shawn? breathe.”

air leaves him in a heavy chuckle, an exhale that uncoils his whole body. and the moment he does, your mouth is on him, tongue moving through the line of salt before finding the alcohol in his belly button. you lap at it a bit, giggling at the way he squirms, before hollowing your cheeks and sucking the tequila up into your mouth. immediately, shawn's tense again, holding his breath a second time; but, now, it’s to keep himself from letting out any sounds that might betray how good this feels.

he doesn’t breath again until you’ve pulled back, licking your lips down at him. “holy shit, i didn’t spill any,” you chirp, looking impossibly pleased with yourself as you dust lingering salt grains off him with a hand. he’s dazed still, doing nothing but watching you to get his head to stop spinning; but when he hears brian turn to you with an excited “now, you!”, it’s all he needs to rein himself in, rising from the counter with only one thing in mind.

returning the favor.

you feel his hands on you before you see them, a squeal leaving you as he hoists you onto the counter with a smirk of his own. it takes feeling the marble underneath you and seeing shawn reach for the tequila from brian for you to realize — “wait, i’m wearing a body suit!”

they both pause, their eyes turning onto you almost thoughtfully. brian speaks up first, tapping his collarbones — “i think we can still do it. no straps — we can put salt on one side, tequila on the other.”

you snort, leaning back with one of your hands supporting you. “bri, that’s just going to make a big ass mess.”

shawn’s response is a rumble that makes you nearly clench your thighs: “aren’t i here to clean it up?”

you don’t have much else to say after that, laying back on the counter while both boys flank you on either side. brian handles salt, lining it along your left collarbone, while shawn waits patiently for him to finish before starting to pour the tequila into your right. just like you suspected, only some stays put, most of it snaking down your arm and making you whine from the odd feeling.

but, that doesn’t last long. the moment the tequila starts running, shawn is moving, taking advantage of his height to lean all the way over you and lick the salt off your skin in a smooth go. then he’s pulling back to find your hand, pausing long enough to make sure you’re watching him before he dips to press his mouth to your wrist. the tequila’s trailed down the whole length of your arm by then and you realize when you feel his tongue over your pulse, that he absolutely intends to clean up every drop.

in actuality, it doesn’t take long, but it all feels like it’s moving in slow motion, his tongue swirling over your arm to make sure he doesn’t leave anything behind. the trail is easy to follow and at the end of it, he��s practically tucked into your neck, tongue darting and cheeks sucked in to get everything he can from what’s left in your clavicle.

when he pulls back, full lips wet from all his work, shawn’s face is inches from yours — so close you swear you can feel the air in front of you shift when he takes a sharp breath. no one else seems to notice what’s happening between you — or maybe they’re pretending not to — and it gives you the space to let it bloom. he’s got a hand to the counter at your left side for support; but when you chance a look at his mouth, he moves it to squeeze your hip, drawing a soft sound from the back of your throat. it makes his head dip, the space between your faces shrinking, shrinking, shrinking —-

then, all at once, the moment is gone. someone calls his name, your phone buzzes in your pocket from a string of texts, and you separate in a flash. no one notices that either, but that doesn’t keep the tension from being nearly tangible. shawn’s face is red, his chest rising and falling fast, and you’re sure you look just as worked up, even as you try to hide behind your phone and thumb out a quick response to the texts.

“sienna’s here,” you murmur eventually, the first to break the thick silence, “i’m gonna let her in.” you slip off the counter, tugging your jeans higher on your hips before finally looking up at him. he’s already looking back, lips tilted into a knowing grin before he nods, curt and to the point. but you don’t move, not even when you feel your phone buzz another time in your hand. it’s like there’s something rooting you both there as your eyes dance, minds wander, and hearts pound in your ears. it takes another call of his name and one more text for you to give in and separate. “be right back, rockstar,” you call over your shoulder.

“don’t be gone too long, hon.”

there’s something in his voice — a huskiness you’ve never been on the receiving end of — that makes you look back. and when you do, you can see him watching you, eyes dark and curious, with his lip between his teeth.

#my sincere apologies if this sucks #your girl is hopped UP on some cold medicine LOL #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurbs #shawn mendes fanfic #asks.#also finally feel ok enough to finish responding to asks!!#Anonymous

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lovemesomerafael · 5 years ago

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Cinderella of Chicago Chapter 1: The Ball

His outfit was sheer genius. The wings could actually lift and wave, and fold back to their resting position smoothly and silently. They worked on servos he’d spent way too much for, but it was worth it. You couldn’t even see him toggle the switch that controlled them, because it fit perfectly within his palm. Brilliant.

Not only that, but the workmanship on the suit itself was perfect. His Baba had asked no questions, just taken the pictures he’d given her, drawn up a pattern, and sewed holy hell out of it. It fit like a glove and made him look pretty damn good, if he did say so himself. He’d had to make a few concessions here and there on fabric and trim, mostly because the real suit was undoubtedly butter-soft leather that cost about a million dollars a yard, but he’d done superbly there, too. Well worth the number of days off he’d spent haunting every fabric store in greater Chicago.

Which is why Brian Zvonecek could not be blamed for maniacally bouncing his foot and checking the clock every seven seconds as he sat ignoring the morning talk show on the common room TV, waiting for this shift at Firehouse 51 to end. When ChicagoCon started in approximately three hours, he planned to be there, and he planned to be the best Sumendi anyone had ever seen. Including, hopefully, Anthony Lang, the guy who actually played Sumendi in all three movies, and was going to be on a panel talking about the upcoming movie that would have all the Planetary Saviors in it. Brian couldn’t wait.

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At this stage of her nursing career, not much bothered Meg Armstrong, but this was a bunch of shit. Literally, the largest amount of feces she’d ever seen, which had issued from a homeless woman who had come in to Chicago Med’s Emergency Room after not being able to “go boom-boom” (her phrase) for a week. Well, they’d solved that problem. And now, here was Meg, four years of college and fifty thousand dollars in student loans later, dealing with the aftermath of their success.

At least her shift was almost over. The minute she had Mrs. Carlsberg cleaned out and cleaned up, she could, at long last, catch the El to her friend Karen’s apartment where the girls were meeting to get ready for ChicagoCon. After all the planning and all the work to make it, Meg was dying to put on all the pieces of her Tabiti costume and hit Rosemont.

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The hall was huge. Actually, if Brian was being honest with himself, it was a little overwhelming. Half of Chicago was here, and a good third of them were in costume. He’d get used to the crowd, and the more people in costume the better, because he knew he looked good. He’d already lost count of the number of people who’d asked for permission to take his picture, or to be in selfies with him. He graciously agreed every time, while his roommate Joe Cruz rolled his eyes and made annoyed faces. Well, Cruz could be getting this kind of attention if he’d chosen to dress up, but he’d absolutely refused. So there he was, wearing a T-shirt and jeans and absolutely invisible next to Brian.

“C’mon, Otis, we’re not gonna get a good place in line for the panel.”

Brian accepted yet another high five on his costume and joined Cruz for the short walk to join the throng in front of the doors to the main auditorium. The panel wasn’t for another hour at least, but if they didn’t get in line now, they’d have lousy seats. Brian wanted to be sure to get great pictures and – although he didn’t admit it to Cruz – he hoped someone on the panel would notice that he was looking crazy good as Sumendi.

For the next hour, Brian and Cruz stood cheek by jowl with an odiferous mass of Planetary Saviors fans, many in costume. There were a fair number of Sumendis, but none that could approach Brian’s costume, even without the real, working wings. Unfortunately, there weren’t many women in the vicinity of Brian and Cruz to make the wait more enjoyable. There were a few mediocre Tabitis and one group of all the female Planetary Saviors, but they were all too young to be interesting.

Being taller, Cruz could see further into the crowd. He mentioned a few particularly cool costumes, but Brian couldn’t see them. It would be easier to check out the costumes when they were released from the horde into the auditorium. For now, he was stuck among a mostly-male group of younger fans, all of whom smelled like they needed either a shower or a lesson in moderation when applying Axe body spray. He wished he was wearing his SCBA apparatus. It would’ve ruined the look of his costume, of course, but no one could really see it in this crush, anyway.

At last, the doors opened and Brian and Cruz were propelled into the auditorium by a suddenly frenzied mob, having all they could do to keep upright. But they had a plan. Cruz was pretty big, and could use his arms and elbows to basically swim through the crowd. All Brian had to do was stay tucked right behind him, and Cruz would get them to the front. Which he did with a minimum amount of elbowing teenagers and a very clever “accidental” de-helmeting of a Boba Fett.

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Meg and her friends were not as successful, mostly because they didn’t have a plan beyond “get great seats”, and they didn’t feel like waiting in a huge, jostling melee for the auditorium doors to open. Still, they got in for the panel and had seats. They counted that as success, especially since all five women were seated together. Karen was determined to get to ask Ken Terhune, who played Sumendi’s wicked brother, Adranos, a question. He was so hot, she was sure she would have an instant orgasm if he actually spoke to her, and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen.

The first thing she’d done to get his attention was to come dressed as Afi, wife of Adranos. Another thing she’d done was to make sure that her boobs looked spectacular in her Afi costume. Not that much of her boobs were in her Afi costume, but that was kind of the point.

While they waited for the panel to start, the women looked around the auditorium, admiring all the costumes and looking for cute guys. Liz saw one cute guy, right down front, in a really great Sumendi costume. She elbowed Meg and pointed.

“Look over there! That guy’s Sumendi is almost as good as your Tabiti! You should totally get a picture with him,” Liz told Meg.

“Whoa! That is a good costume. He’s cute, too. But I’m not going down there. What would I say? ‘Hey, dude, I see we’re dressed as a couple, so let’s get our pictures taken together?’ I’d die of embarrassment.”

“Then I’ll say it. You look really good, and it doesn’t look like he has a Tabiti with him. Come on.”

“Not happening, Liz. Thanks, though. Hey, look over there. Is that dude supposed to be a zombie from The Walking Dead?”

“I don’t think so. I think he just needs to eat some vegetables or something.”

“Unfortunate.”

“Highly.”

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“Cruz, Cruz… look at that Tabiti up there!”

“Whoa, dude, she’s checkin’ you out, too. You should go meet her.”

“I can’t go meet her – we gotta… protect these seats.”

“You’re such a weenie, Otis.”

“Are you really willing to give up these primo seats just to - Oh! They’re starting!”

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

The panel was awesome. Nobody on the panel said anything about Brian’s outstanding costume, but he was sure they saw him. Both Brian and Cruz were hoping to get picked to ask their questions, which would have given Brian a perfect opportunity to show off his Sumendi wings, but that didn’t happen, either. Still, it was a great panel. Well worth the hassle of getting in and getting these seats.

After the panel, it was time to cruise the main exhibition hall. That was going to take some time and coordination, because Anthony Lang was going to be signing autographs and taking pictures at three O’clock, and Brian had pre-paid for his photo op. He was not going to miss out on that. Cruz had thought that the $75 price tag was too high, but that was ridiculous. How could you put a price on getting your picture taken with the real Sumendi?

***********

Meg and her friends needed a break after the excitement of the panel. They’d do the Exhibition Hall, but right now coffee was a must. Karen was bummed that she didn’t get to ask her question, and that Ken Terhune hadn’t commented on her Afi costume (or her boobs). But they all thought a little caffeine would fix her right up.

They’d been right, and for a while, they’d had a great time shopping the booths and checking out the costumes. But after lunch, Susan and Lita were getting a little tired of the Con. The others wouldn’t say it out loud, of course, until after they’d gone home, but Susan and Lita weren’t really “fans” so much as just there for the experience itself. Maybe Susan and Lita wouldn’t even understand that was an insult. But best not to say it out loud anyway.

“Come on, you guys, we’re only halfway done with the Hall! We’re never gonna see everything if we take another break,” Meg urged, pulling on Lita’s arm.

“We’re getting smoothies. We’ll meet you after. We know the pattern you’re following around the Hall, we’ll just find you.” And just like that, Susan and Lita ducked into the crowd and were gone, leaving Meg, Karen, and Liz (wearing a Sumendi T-shirt, which was closer to being in costume than her friends had thought they’d get) to shop the rest of the booths.

The next booth they came to sold nothing but hoodies – from traditional ones printed with pictures and logos from all sorts of fantasy franchises to ones with attachments on the hoods that made you look like your favorite character. They spent a long time looking through them all, especially trying to find one with Adranos’s crown in Karen’s size. They were ultimately successful, and she waited in line to pay more than Meg ever would have for it. Liz continued to hunt through every hoodie with a Dr. Who theme, afraid she would miss The One if she didn’t look at every single one to make sure she hadn’t missed a design.

Meg’s feet were starting to hurt in Tabiti’s signature stiletto-heeled red boots, so she took the opportunity to lean against one side of the booth so she could stand on one foot at a time, giving the other a rest.

“That is an outstanding costume,” a voice at her ear said.

Meg turned to face the cute guy in the really good Sumendi costume they had seen at the panel.

“Oh, hi,” she stammered, immediately embarrassed at the overzealous squeal in her voice. “Yours is great, too. I saw you, at the panel. It’s really… great.” Could I be more of an idiot?

“Thanks. Your headpiece is awesome. Isn’t that heavy?” He asked. They had to practically shout to be heard over the jostling, milling throng hemming them in. But it was worth it. Brian couldn’t believe his luck finding the Tabiti they’d seen at the panel, who was even cuter up close.

“It isn’t that bad,” Meg answered, self-consciously touching her headpiece and knocking a shower of glitter onto her shoulder. “It’s papier-mâché, mostly. So not that heavy. You can, you know, touch it. If you want.”

Brian touched Meg’s headpiece, knocking on it a little with his finger. “Wow. I’d swear it was metal, from a distance.” From a distance? Nice one, moron. She’s gonna punch you.

“Thanks. What did you use for the red streaks in your hair?”

“That? That’s natural.”

Meg laughed, but then began to cough as she inhaled a bit of spit down the wrong tube. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Kill me now. You, Aquaman over there, if you could just impale me with your trident, that would be great. He’s gonna think I have fucking tuberculosis.

The problem was that he had smiled. This Sumendi, who was pretty cute to begin with, and had made a very funny joke, had smiled after he said it. And his smile was… electrifying. He had gorgeous, white teeth and, with his dark hair and dark eyes, and the little moustache and soul patch he wore (which Meg usually hated), it was just… well, it was enough to make her choke on her own spit like the gargoyle she was.

He patted her on the back. “You gonna be OK? I’m a firefighter. If you need CPR, just say the word.”

Meg flapped her hands around, trying to signal that she would be OK, and desperately tried to control her cough. She could feel the tears smearing her mascara and knew for a fact her face was beet red. Yeah. Some Tabiti. She’s supposed to hold Sumendi spellbound with her charms, which I’m dead certain don’t involve hacking up a lung at his feet.

“I’m… I’m OK…” Meg choked. The taller guy behind Sumendi handed her a bottle of water, which she gratefully accepted. He was kind of cute, too, she noticed. The water helped.

“I’m sorry.” Meg covered her face with her hand. “I just… something went down the wrong way, I don’t know…”

“As long as you’re OK.” Sumendi was looking at her with a sort of serious expression. That looked good on him, too. Did he say he was a firefighter? Meg really, really liked firefighters.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for the water,” she said to the taller guy, handing back the bottle.

“Keep it. Just in case,” he said, smiling. “Hey, would you mind if we got a picture of you guys? You know, together?”

Sumendi smiled again. “Yeah, that would be great!”

Meg was still working to calm her spasming trachea, and knew what her makeup must now look like. “I’d like that, but… Can I just…” She pointed to a mirror in the jewelry booth next to the hoodie booth.

“Oh, sure!” Sumendi said excitedly. Could I sound more like a fourteen-year-old? Damn it!

Meg went over to the next booth, bending down to survey the damage to her eye makeup. It was bad. She pulled her small backpack off her shoulder and rummaged inside. People kept bumping against her in the overcrowded Exhibition Hall, making her work much harder. She was eventually pushed over to the other side of the booth, where there was another mirror. She had to wipe a lot of smeared mascara off her cheeks, which messed up the rest of her makeup, which meant she had to re-do that, too, before she could re-apply her mascara. It took a solid five minutes, with added time to deal with all the pushes and shoves from the crowd and those wanting to get closer to use the mirror themselves to try on jewelry.

“You ready to go on?” Meg heard Karen’s voice at her elbow. She looked up, surprised.

“Oh, well, we’re gonna get a picture together, me and Sumendi.” She looked over to where Sumendi and his friend had been, but couldn’t see them in the seething crowd.

“What Sumendi?”

“The cool one, the one we saw at the panel. They were right there-“

Liz stepped up beside Karen. “They didn’t have any good Dr. Who shirts. Let’s go.”

“No, but… wait-“

“Meg, I don’t see any Sumendi around here. Maybe he bailed.”

“He didn’t bail! They were right there!” She moved toward the hoodie booth as best she could, but there were so many people crowded around it was difficult to maneuver. Pushing a bit, she got further into the walkway but couldn’t see Sumendi or his friend.

“Damn! They’re gone.”

Karen and Liz hustled Meg along to the next booth. They still had a lot of ground to cover. Meg was crushed. That Sumendi had been really cute. And he said he was a firefighter. And that smile!

Meanwhile, Brian and Cruz had been shoved into the hoodie booth, and were trying to get back to the walkway, but it was taking forever. Finally, Joe used his elbow-swim move to escape the booth, with Brian in tow. By the time they got out to the walkway, Tabiti was nowhere in sight. Brian sighed. He had really liked the deep copper color of her hair, especially with her green eyes. Plus, she’d remembered him from the panel!

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“OK, this is where I leave you,” Cruz announced as Brian joined the line for his picture with Anthony Lang. It was only two thirty, but he wanted to be sure to get his picture and autograph.

“You sure, Cruz? This is Anthony Lang we’re talking about.”

“I know, but I’m not paying seventy-five bucks for a picture with a dude I can see in a movie for less than twenty. You’re crazy. I’m going back in, to finish the Exhibition Hall.”

“Fine. You’re missing out.”

Cruz gave a little wave and disappeared into the crowd, just missing colliding with Meg as she maneuvered through the crush of people to join the line for pictures and autographs with Anthony Lang. Looking around, she figured out where the end of the line was and stepped up behind the last person, who happened to have a really good Sumendi costume –

“Hey! It’s you!” Brian greeted Meg, again giving her that blinding smile. She blinked a bit, momentarily confused by his sudden reappearance and by the effect that smile had on her.

“Oh, hi! We got separated. I’m sorry, I really wanted to have a picture with you.”

“Yeah, so did I. But we can do it now. You know, if you want.”

Meg’s face fell a little. “I’d like that. I guess you’ll have to text it to me, though, because my phone died.”

Now Brian’s face fell. “You are not going to believe this.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a phone, either. I gave it to my roommate, because there’s no place for it in my costume, and I didn’t want to be bothered with it. He has it in his jacket.”

Just Brian’s luck. Here he was, looking great as Sumendi, with a long wait ahead next to the best Tabiti he’d seen at the Con, who seemed genuinely excited to have their picture taken together, and neither of them had a phone. His choices were laugh or cry. Or swear a blue streak, he supposed, but he didn’t know this girl and she seemed really nice. Maybe she would be turned off if he swore. But he was brutally disappointed.

Meg laughed, so Brian joined her. She was no more thrilled than he was not to have a camera, but maybe they could find her friends, or his, when they were done with Anthony Lang. Or maybe they could get a picture taken in the booth with Anthony Lang. That would be really cool. In any event, she was pretty happy to get to spend the next hour or so with this cute Sumendi while they waited. They were going to get a chance to actually talk. To get to know each other. She wondered whether he was single. She also wondered, based on the excellent craftsmanship of his costume and his obvious closeness to the guy he’d called his “roommate”, whether he was straight. She really hoped so.

“I’m Brian, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“Meg.”

“Meg. Nice name.”

“Short for Margaret. Call me Margaret and you’ll get Tabiti’s scepter up your nose.”

Brian held up his hands. “Meg it is. That tip looks like it could do some real damage.”

Meg smiled and took a look at the tip of her scepter, which had a lampwork glass flame at the end. It was fairly pointed. “Just letting you know the rules.”

“That scepter is great. You’re really talented. How’d you make that?”

Meg explained the rather simple process of fabricating the scepter. The basic idea wasn’t too complicated; she’d started with an old baton. But she made Brian laugh with her story of the lengthy and heated negotiations she’d had to conduct with the friend who made the tip.

The friend, Alice, made lampwork beads, which was a fairly expensive hobby that required a great deal of practice to master. Besides that, the flame tip had to be both intricate - woven of several different colors of glass - and strong enough to withstand whatever abuse it would get at the Con. Alice’s initial price had been far too steep for Meg to afford, so Meg had offered to clean Alice’s apartment in addition to paying what cash she could. No deal. Meg had added a week of cat sitting, but still the price was more than she could pay. In the end, Alice had agreed to accept the price Meg offered, along with the apartment cleaning and cat sitting, plus one more, hideous cost.

Alice had a cousin named Harold. Harold’s mother, Alice’s aunt, was very concerned that Harold, who was going on twenty, hadn’t met the right girl yet. Alice’s aunt kept pressuring Alice to set Harold up. So Meg had ended up having to accept a date with Harold.

There was a reason Harold hadn’t met the right girl. Several, in fact. First and foremost, Harold had the worst breath Meg had ever experienced. He was also extremely shy, but only at first. Once the lights had gone down in the movie theater, suddenly he was all hormones and hands, and Meg had spent the next two hours ignoring the movie in favor of fending off almost-continual frontal assaults.

In the end, the guy behind them in the theater had actually leaned forward and hissed to Harold, “Dude, even I can see you’re not gonna get there with her. Give it up and let’s all leave with what little dignity we have left.”

After the movie, Harold had taken Meg to a bar he said he frequented. Meg was completely uninterested in Harold, but after what she’d been through, she was very interested in a drink, so she’d agreed. “They know me here,” Harold said proudly.

They didn’t know him there. And, apparently, he didn’t know them, either, because the bar’s clientele, while sparse, was mostly female, and entirely gay. When they had their drinks (Meg didn’t usually do shots, but it was an emergency), Harold had once again begun relentlessly trying to grope her. Meg was usually a very nice person, but she’d had enough. So she said, quite loudly, “Listen, I have asked you more than once to stop trying to touch me like that. No means no. Knock it off.”

Harold was very unceremoniously escorted from the bar by a lovely woman named Bud. Meg had enjoyed getting to know Bud over a few drinks, and they’d had a few laughs at Harold’s expense, but Meg was honest about her preferences when Bud handed over her phone number. Bud didn’t seem to mind that Meg wasn’t planning to call, which Meg actually found pretty attractive. She kept Bud’s number. She didn’t even mind having to pay for the cab home.

Brian liked that story a lot. He had really appreciated the opportunity to simply stand there, listening to Meg and appreciating the way her green eyes sparkled when she smiled, and the cute way her nose wrinkled when she laughed. Meg was funny, and Brian especially liked that the story indicated quite clearly that she wasn’t seeing anyone. Which, of course, was part of Meg’s reason for telling it, in addition to introducing the topic of lesbians in hopes that Brian would share something that would let her know which team he played for.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me an embarrassing story about you,” Meg invited.

“The problem with that is there are so many choices,” Brian mused. “Stuff seems to… happen to me.” He hemmed and hawed for a few moments. He needed to find a story that would let her know that he, too, was single, and preferably one that also reminded her (in case she’d missed it the first time) that he was a firefighter. Women loved firefighters.

“Well, there was this one time on a fire – did I mention I’m a firefighter? – when this really, really huge guy was stuck in a hammock. We never did learn why he had a hammock in his living room, but…”

Brian told a very funny story that ended with the man being rescued (if not very gracefully) and the man wanting to reward Brian with a date with his sister. He had tried valiantly to get out of the “reward”, explaining to the man that it wasn’t necessary, and that it was really a little frowned upon for firefighters to be rewarded for just doing their jobs. Baked goods or something, sure, but… Brian had been entirely unable to talk the man out of it. The entire firehouse had given him endless shit about it, because all of them imagined the sister as, basically, the brother in drag.

Until she showed up at the firehouse for their date and was one of the most beautiful women any of them had ever seen.

“So? Did you marry her and live happily ever after?” Meg asked, laughing (on the outside, at least – she was finding that she cared more by the moment whether he liked girls).

“I’m afraid not,” Brian answered with a cute twist of his lips. “She was about two feet taller than I am, and she was, um… let’s just say we should set her up with your friend’s cousin. They’d never be heard from again.”

“I thought guys liked women with, um, an appetite.”

“Well, sure, to a point. But that one… I don’t think I want to marry a woman if I’d be afraid to fall asleep around her.”

They both enjoyed a long moment of laughter. Hmmm. So he’s single and apparently straight. Well, well.

The conversation moved on to the Planetary Saviors. For quite some time, Brian and Meg enjoyed talking about what they liked – and didn’t like – about the Sumendi movies thus far and what they hoped to see in the new movie that would include all of the Planetary Saviors. The fun of that conversation was that they didn’t always agree – Brian thought Sumendi’s look in the movies was nowhere near as good as in the original comics, while Meg had to admit to not having read the comics themselves. Somehow, whether because they were intentionally trying to humor one another due to their mutual attraction, or because they really didn’t mind, they found that their differences actually made them see the Planetary Saviors universe just a bit differently than they had. Rather than being annoyed, they were each favorably impressed with the other’s slightly different take on the franchise.

“Sumendi’s made of fire, right? I mean, he’s basically the son of a volcano, so why doesn’t he have any glow to him? In the comics, he does. He has a sort of inner light that makes him look sort of… molten inside, you know?”

Since Meg hadn’t seen the comics, they borrowed some comic books and a couple of artists’ renderings that people around them in line had purchased at the Con. She saw Brian’s point. He liked that she was interested in his thoughts, and was especially impressed when she began to think out loud about ways he could make his costume have that same lit-from-within quality.

“That’s genius!” He cried. “I would never have thought of that. I’m going to-“

The crowd noise, which had been fairly deafening, suddenly ceased entirely as the air was split by a scream. All eyes turned in the direction it had come from, behind and to the left of the booth at which Brian and Meg were waiting for Anthony Lang. A knot of people were standing around a woman on the floor, but the thick crowd had parted so that there was a few feet between the people with the woman and the staring mass just beyond. The woman on the ground was jerking violently and appeared to be very pregnant.

“She’s seizing,” Meg cried as she slipped quickly under the ropes that demarcated the line she and Brian had been in. Running over to the woman, Meg dropped her belongings as she knelt on the floor beside her. She reached out and took the woman by the shoulders, helping her to turn onto her side, and was surprised to find Brian kneeling next to her, bending one of the woman’s legs so that she rolled smoothly and easily.

Meg whipped off her Tabiti headpiece and set it on the floor next to her, beginning to assess the woman quickly. She determined that she was breathing shallowly and irregularly as she seized, and had a strong pulse.

“Who’s with her?” Brian asked loudly, using a tone that instantly commanded attention.

“We are – she’s my sister. This is her husband,” a thin, terrified-looking woman in a pretty bad SuperGirl costume answered, pointing out the blank-faced teenager next to her.

While Meg commandeered a sweatshirt from a bystander to put under the woman’s head, Brian continued to ask the right questions.

“What happened?”

“She just… fell down. She started jerking like this and she won’t wake up!”

“How far along is she?”

“She’s thirty two weeks,” the sister answered. “What’s wrong with her? What’s happening?”

Brian looked at Meg, who almost imperceptibly shook her head.

“We’re going to figure that out. Who has a phone?”

Brian pointed to the first person whose brandishing of a cell phone caught his attention. “OK, you. Call 911. Stand right here next to me, and when you get them on the line, put them on speaker. You-“ he pointed to a spray-tanned Superman. “Go get help. Security, anyone with a walkie-talkie. Tell them what’s happening and get us whatever medical equipment they have here.”

The woman appeared to have stopped seizing for the moment. Meg looked at the teenager who had been identified as the woman’s husband. “Talk to me, Dad. What medical problems does she have?”

“N-n-nothing. She’s been fine.”

“Has she ever had a seizure before?”

“No! What’s wrong with her?”

“What medications does she take?”

“Nothing. Prenatal vitamins.”

Meg took her pulse at her wrist again, and then felt for her pulse at her throat. She leaned toward Brian and muttered quietly, “Her pulse is bounding – we’ll know more when we can get a BP, but I’m thinking eclampsia.”

“That woulda been my guess. Pregnant, seizing… You a doctor?”

“RN. We need help.”

“It’s on its way. For the moment, it’s you and me.” He looked up at the person he’d asked to call 911. “What’s the holdup?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have much of a signal in here…”

Sharply exhaling in exasperation, Brian looked up at another person who was holding a phone and appeared to be filming the incident. “You. Call 911. And nobody else better be filming. This woman has the right to privacy, same as you.”

The second person got through immediately and handed Brian the phone. He put it on speaker and, as Meg fed him information, he relayed it to the 911 operator. They worked smoothly together, and Brian had time to notice the expertise with which Meg worked with the woman, who was beginning to regain consciousness. They were both experienced first responders, so their teamwork was not entirely surprising, but there was also an element of natural communication between them. They’d gravitated to their roles in this situation without thought or discussion.

Meg reached up and unclasped her cape. Brian caught the movement and immediately understood. He helped her remove it and cover the woman with it, then removed his own (which was a little more difficult due to the wings) and put that over her, too. For the next five minutes, they did what they could to make the woman comfortable while Meg got as much medical history as possible and monitored her vital signs. Then the woman began to seize again, and they kept her safe while she thrashed and jerked, making sure she didn’t hit her head and getting people to give them extra clothing so that they could keep something soft between her spasming limbs and the hard floor.

Brian leaned in to Meg. “This is lasting too long.”

“Yeah. And she’s stopped breathing. As soon as she stops seizing, we need to be ready to do CPR.”

“Got it.”

At that moment, three people came running through the crowd, pushing their way into the circle around the woman with cases of emergency equipment. They were all EMTs stationed at the facility for the event, so Meg moved aside and reported to them that she was an RN and Brian was a firefighter, and told them what they knew so that the EMTs could take over. She wondered what was taking the ambulance so long, since there were two hospitals within minutes of the facility, but she thought she was probably just dealing with the distorted sense of time that comes with an emergency.

“Do you have any medications in your kits?” She asked the EMT who appeared to be leading the team.

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, don’t get me started.”

“She seems to be coming out of it, and I think she’s breathing again. Want me to get a BP?”

“Nah, I got it. But thanks.”

Not long afterward, the sound of a siren was clearly heard, even over the sound of the mob that was now getting back into the swing of the Con. A fair number of people were still huddled around the scene, watching, but the circle around them was only a few people deep now, since beyond that, no one could really see anything. The rest had decided to go back to their shopping. As the ambulance crew hurried through the Hall, Brian could follow their progress fairly accurately by the disturbance in the throng. He began to back people up so that the paramedics could get through with the gurney.

The ambulance crew was one he didn’t know. Their arrival caused quite a bit of excitement and hubbub in the area, and Brian lost track of Meg in the group of milling, pushing people. He wasn’t needed to help lift the woman onto the gurney, so he stepped back a bit and tried to control the crowd, to give the paramedics as much room as he could get them in the press of curious gawkers. Soon, the woman had been given some medication to stop her seizures, and the gurney carrying her was rushed from the scene, her sister and teenage husband in tow.

The crowd flowed back together as though they had never been there, except for Meg’s Tabiti headpiece, which Brian saw on the floor and picked up. He found himself unable to resist the tide of movement, and was swept closer to the booth where he was supposed to be having his picture taken with Anthony Lang. He didn’t see Meg anywhere. Without her Tabiti headpiece on, it was impossible to identify her head among the seeming thousands around him.

He thought she would probably make for the booth again, though, so he fought his way over to it, only to see a large sign:

Anthony Lang Appearance Cancelled For Today.

The sign gave a website people could go to in order to try to reschedule or get refunds. Meg wasn’t there.

Brian carried Meg’s headpiece under his arm as he looked everywhere in the huge Exhibition Hall over the next hour. There were simply too many people, moving in too many directions, and the Hall was just too big. Meg was nowhere to be found. All he had to prove she had been real was the papier-mâché headpiece she’d worn as part of her costume.

#Chicago Fire #Chicago Fire Otis #Brian Zvonecek #Yuri Sardarov #Chicago Med #Chicago PD

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just-another-killer-queen · 6 years ago

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Dress

Pairing: Brian x reader

Warnings: jealous Brian, shameless smut, terrible pick-up lines by Rog

Words: 2201

A/N: So, I don’t know if anyone is interested in my writing at all, but here is some Brian x reader smut I wrote a few days ago. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed working on it! <3

Also, the title and some of the plot was definitely inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Dress”. because I’ve been obsessed with that song ever since it came out

“Brian, you were amazing!”

You practically threw yourself in your best friend’s arms when he was done recording his guitar solo for Bohemian Rhapsody, the newest song Queen has been working on.

“Thanks,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m already in love with this song and it’s not even finished yet,” you said, pulling away from Brian, so you could look at the others.

They all smiled at you.

“Let’s go eat something,” Roger suggested. “I’m starving.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Freddie replied. “I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

You all went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

“I’m gonna get Japanese tomorrow, is that okay?” you asked. The only reason you were allowed to come with the boys to the farm was that you promised to help them out with mundane things such as buying them food and toiletries.

“That’s my favorite,” Roger replied excitedly.

“You’re spoiling us,” Brian said, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

You blushed but hoped he didn’t notice. You had the biggest crush on him ever since you two met at college, but you were terrified of him finding out.

When you sat down and started eating, Brian put his arm around you again.

“Thank you for bringing us food every day,” he said. “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Bri, I know you can’t keep your hands off of (Y/N), but we’re trying to eat here, you know,” Roger commented. “If you wanna bang her, please do it somewhere else.”

Your body tensed as the words left Roger’s lips.

“Don’t be an asshole, Rog,” you told the blond man. “I’m gonna finish this in my room,” you announced, took your plate, then walked out of the room as fast as you could.

* * *

You calmed down after eating your dinner, but you still didn’t want to go back and have to talk to Rog again, so you figured you could read for an hour or so quietly in your room.

Just as you were about to open your book, however, you heard someone knock on your door.

“Hey, it’s me, Bri.”

“Come in.”

Brian walked in, closing the door behind him, and sitting next to you on the bed.

“Are you okay? I know Roger can be a dick.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you reassured him. “I just needed to get away for a while,” you explained.

“I can leave you alone, if you want me to.” He was already getting up when you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” you said. “Please, don’t go. I want you to stay.”

For a moment, you worried that you sounded a little too desperate, but Brian didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” he said then sat down on your bed, putting an arm around your hip. You leaned your head on his shoulder, breathing in his sweet scent.

* * *

“Where the hell were you last night? You just disappeared!” you heard Roger’s voice from down the stairs.

“I was with (Y/N). I didn’t want to leave her alone,” Brian responded.

“Dude, this is getting ridiculous! Why the hell didn’t you make a move on her already?”

You were about to walk down the stairs, but Roger’s last sentence made you stop dead in your tracks.

“I don’t think she likes me that way,” Brian laughed nervously. “I don’t want to ruin everything with her.”

“Oh, come on!” Roger continued. “Didn’t you see the way she looks at you? Like she’s about to rip your clothes off any moment?”

“What are you talking about?” Brian seemed confused. “She’s not looking at me that way.”

“She is. But if you don’t plan on asking her out anytime soon, then I will,” Rog teased.

“If you hit on her, I’m gonna slap you in the face,” Brian threatened.

“Jeez, I was joking, Brian. You really are in love with her.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you just heard. Brian was in love with you? It was too good to be true.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted Brian and Roger as you walked into the kitchen. “Where’s Freddie and John?”

“Sleeping,” Roger said.

“Oh, okay. I’m gonna go get us food for tonight. I’ll be back in a few hours,” you informed the two guys. “Is there anything special that you want?” you asked, turning to Brian, gently placing your hand on his arm. Your heart was beating crazy fast.

“I don’t… No, just… Get the usual stuff. You know what we like,” he stuttered.

“Okay,” you said as you walked out. You caught a glimpse of Roger, who was grinning at Brian.

* * *

You were nervous when you walked in the door after your shopping trip. You made up your mind. You decided to buy a new dress, a quite revealing one, and try to make Brian ask you out. Honestly, it would have been easy to just tell him you overheard his conversation with Roger, but you figured it would be more fun to tease him a little bit.

Later that day, while the guys were getting ready for dinner, you quickly changed into your new dress before walking down into the kitchen.

All four of them looked at you wide-eyed as you entered the room.

“You look gorgeous in that dress, darling,” Freddie complimented you.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him while taking a seat.

"This is yours," he said smiling at you. You noticed that he was acting more awkward than usual. Good, you thought, my plan might actually work.

“Thank you, Bri.”

“Ugh, this is really hot,” you cried out after taking the first bite of your food.

“You know what else is hot?” Roger asked you.

“What?”

“You.” He winked.

You almost spit out your drink.

“What?”

“I said you. You are hot as well.”

“Thank you... I guess,” you replied.

All of you continued to eat in silence for a while.

Brian was trying to avoid making eye contact with you all through your meal. He was looking at his bandmates instead, giving him death glares whenever he caught one of them checking you out.

“Hey, (Y/N), are you from Tennessee?” Roger asked halfway through the meal.

“Rog, she’s not from Tennessee, and you know that,” Brian told him.

“No, you ruined it, she was supposed to ask me ‘why’, and I would tell her ‘because you’re the only ten I see’.”

You rolled your eyes at Roger.

“Please stop.”

“Yes, Roger, please, for the love of God, stop,” John agreed.

“No way!” he protested. “Do you sleep on your stomach, (Y/N)?” he turned to you once again, starting another one of his terrible pick-up lines.

“Oh, fuck this,” you heard Brian say before you could answer Roger’s question. “(Y/N), can I have a word with you privately?”

“Of course,” you nodded. You both got up and walked out of the room.

* * *

As soon as you were out, Brian grabbed your waist and backed you up against a wall. Before you could process what was happening, he was kissing you forcefully and possessively.

Even after he pulled away, his face was so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his breath. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “But I couldn’t bear the way Rog was flirting with you. And the way they all looked at you… Like they were imagining you naked.”

“Why would that bother you, Brian?” you asked. You were making direct eye contact with him now. “Is it because you want to be the one flirting with me? The one who can see me naked whenever you want to?” You smirked at him as you ran your hands up his sides. He shivered under your touch.

“You naughty girl,” he murmured before pressing his lips to yours once again.

His kiss was surprisingly gentle this time but you felt the same passion nonetheless. His hands were all over you – in your hair, then on your back, then squeezing your butt.

“Should we move this upstairs?” you asked breathlessly after pulling away.

“Yes,” Brian replied, his voice deeper than usual.

* * *

When you and Brian made it into your bedroom, you were kissing each other again in an instant.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” you grinned as Brian was taking off your shirt.

“Neither can I,” he said.

You pulled him in for another passionate kiss while unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders.

Soon, you found yourself lying in your bed with Brian on top of you. His naked body felt incredible on yours.

“Let me make you feel good,” he purred in your ear. He kissed down your body, starting from your neck, through your chest, nipples, and stomach. You got more and more turned on with each one of his kisses and touches.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he gently spread your legs. You let out a sigh as you felt his warm breath on your clit. He placed numerous soft kisses on your inner thighs, occasionally even biting them gently. He was teasing you by not touching you where you wanted it the most.

“Brian, please,” you pleaded.

“Please, what?” he grinned.

“Please stop teasing me.”

“As you wish,” he murmured, then delved his tongue in your labia.

He started out slow, enjoying the needy moans you were making.

“Oh, Brian,” you rasped, putting your hands in his gorgeous hair. He moaned in response, which sent delicious vibrations to your core.

Your moans and whines got louder and louder. Soon you were close to coming but then he suddenly pulled away from you. You let out a frustrated groan.

“Patience, love,” Brian said, coming up to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and felt his hardness pressing to your inner thigh.

“I need you inside of me,” you told him. “There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans.”

He grabbed your jeans from the floor, found the condom, and put it on. You watched his every move, still in disbelief that this was really happening.

When he finished, he lay back on top of you and pushed into you. You both let out a mixture of whines and swearwords. Brian quickly started pounding into you.

“Oh, god, you feel so good in me,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” Brian groaned. “You’re incredible.”

“Oh, Brian,” you cried out when Brian started biting on your shoulder. It came out louder than you intended but neither of you cared at this point.

“Say my name again,” he groaned.

“Brian,” you obliged. “Oh, fuck, Brian…”

His pace fastened as you both were getting closer and closer to coming. After a couple of particularly deep thrusts, you felt your climax hitting you. Brian followed you shortly after, his body tensing and his mouth opening a little.

You both stayed still for a few seconds before he pulled out of you.

“Wow,” you sighed, smiling widely.

“Wow, indeed.”

* * *

You woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your stomach rumbling. That’s when you realized you didn’t get to finish your dinner.

You smiled to yourself when you heard Brian snoring right next to you. He had one of his arms around your waist. You slowly moved it so you could get up but wouldn’t wake him.

You put on one of Brian’s shirts then walked down to the kitchen with the intention of eating the leftovers. What you didn’t expect was to find Rog sitting at the table, stuffing food in his mouth. It looked exactly like the leftovers you planned on eating.

“Hey,” he greeted you with his mouth still full. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Please tell me that is not my food you’re eating right now,” you told him pointing at the plate in front of him.

“Uhm,” he started, swallowing a bite. “Noooo.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you sighed. “Let’s see what else we have.” You walked over to the fridge, but you found it almost completely empty. “Great.”

You gave up trying to find something to eat and sat down next to Roger instead.

“So,” he turned to you. “Judging from the sounds that came out of your room a few hours ago, I guess you and Brian are together now,” he said with a smug grin on his face.

“Yeah, I guess we are,” you smiled. “But you shouldn’t have been listening.”

“I wasn’t trying to, trust me!” He threw his arms in the air in defense. “But you were just so damn loud that it was impossible not to hear.”

“Oh God.”

You buried your face in your hands, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Yeah, I heard you say that quite a few times.”

You got even more embarrassed and Rog noticed it.

“Hey, I’m just teasing you, you know that, right? I’m actually happy Bri finally made a move.” He smiled at you warmly.

“Thanks, Rog,” you replied, briefly hugging him then getting up to go back to your room and climb back to bed next to Brian.

#brian may x reader #domi's writing #fanfic #god i'm so nervous about posting this #what it no one cares??#what if no one reads it??#i mean... i only made this blog like two hours ago

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love-for-ever-more · 6 years ago

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I wanna feel love: Part 12

A Deacury fic

"I'm exhausted!" Brian groaned and dived in their couch. "It's midnight and we have to be up for rehearsal at 7:30!"

"Com'on Bri! Don't be grouchy!" Roger cackled and landed on top of Brian, making the other two chuckle. "You had just had four days at the exotic Newcastle!"

Brian put his hand around Roger's waist and let him rest his head on his chest.

"Since when did Newcastle become exotic?" John laughed.

He sat at the armchair across the sofa, leaving for Freddie the armchair next to the fireplace.

"Since I was there, of course!" he giggled and nuzzled Brian's neck with his nose.

"It was my idea, though!" Brian laughed and kissed him on his forehead.

"Now listen," Roger whined, "I suggested we go somewhere, just the two of us..." he smiled cockily as he put his left hand under Brian's t-shirt, lifting it up and planted a small kiss on his navel.

"Mmm," Brian sighed as Roger's kiss tickled him and squirmed a little, beneath him. "And I came up with Newcastle!" he laughed.

Roger moaned heavily once his lips touched Brian's body, making Freddie raise his eyebrows, in surprise.

Seeing his friends kiss each other like that was something he had never imagined to witness. Not only because, until very recently he hadn't the slightest idea about his friends being gay but because it was his first time to see how it was to be loved by the one guy you love. He had never experienced something like that, with a guy. He didn't know how it felt to be with someone who was caring and protective. Seeing Brian and Roger hugging and kissing each other was new to him, in many ways.

Quick flashbacks of all the times he was craving for a hug, made him shift in his chair. His lovers hadn't been anywhere close to affectionate with him and all he was used to getting was a few moments of closeness through sex.

His eyes were fixed on Roger as he was pulling Brian in, for a rather passionate kiss.

He cleared his throat and focused on the present moment.

"I think it would be better if you two went to your room to... you know, dears!" Freddie smothered a laugh.

"Yeah yeah, ok!" Roger got up, pulling Brian with him. "See you in the morning!"

"Good night, guys!" John wished as he came back from the kitchen and set in his chair. He turned his head to Freddie and smiled widely at the view in front of him.

Freddie was sitting in a slopping position, not completely sideways but enough to face John, having his thin, long legs rested on the arm of the chair. He was supporting his head with his left hand while his right one was rested on his stomach. He had taken off his jacket and his white, silk t-shirt had been folded near its hem, leaving a small part of his stomach uncovered, under his palm. His head was turned to John but a few black strands blocked parts of his eyes from him.

John fixed his eyes on Freddie's wet lips. They looked so tasteful, so heavenly delicious. He was craving for them, to feel them suck his own lips. Freddie had them partly open and only the tips of his white teeth were visible.

It was as if he was reading John's mind when he brushed his tongue over his lower lip and then bit it, driving John crazy. John wasn't sure if Freddie did this unintentionally just because he had seen the way John was looking at him or if he did it in order to provoke a reaction from him. He swallowed hard, breathing heavily and got up, moving closer.

Freddie sprang from his seat and John suddenly froze in his place, having made only a step, closer to him. Seeing Freddie's uneasiness he sighed quietly and drooped his shoulders, lowering his head to look at his feet.

"It's ok," John said softly as he raised his eyes to meet his. A small lump formed in his throat as he continued "I only wanted to say goodnight... not to... " he sighed again, "you know... not to rush you or anything." he mumbled.

Freddie gave him a sheepish, lopsided smile. He didn't speak, he only nodded his head.

John saw Freddie's chest move up and down erratically and he realized he had to leave it there even if he couldn't understand Freddie's reaction. He didn't want to force him to do anything and for a moment he cursed himself for being impatient or even clingy to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you," he said and gave him a faint smile. "I- I guess I'll see you in the morning, good night" he mumbled and turned on his heel, leaving a tongue-tied Freddie behind him.

Freddie sat down again when he heard John's door close. He lit up a cigarette and tried to calm his breathing.

'Why the fuck did you react like that?' his inner voice asked.

"I got... I got scared." Freddie whispered.

'Scared of what?' she mocked.

"I don't know... I-I guess I thought that..." he mumbled and rested his head in his hands, "that John will be like... like the others" he sighed.

'Like who? Like Nick? Like Paul? or like Greg?' she asked again.

"Yes... what-what if he becomes violent? Or-or selfish... and what if he doesn't truly feel the way he says he feels? What if he only wants-" Freddie stopped as soon as John's image holding him in his arms, surrounded by the beautiful daffodils came in his mind and obliterated every dark thought from his mind. "I'm being stupid, again," he said, "John is nothing like the others."

He got up and fixed his eyeliner. He wanted to be with John, he had divulged it to him a few hours earlier and he was in love with John. Most importantly, John was in love with him. He could feel it. John was his friend and he always treated him like the Queen of England.

He had to leave all the rest in the past. "They are in the past. We're living for tomorrow and I want my tomorrow to be with John!" he smiled. He felt the well-known urge to touch his John's face and kiss him, again.

He took a deep breath and strutted his way to John's bedroom. Within a couple of seconds, he was gently knocking at his door. He slowly opened it, without waiting for an answer and peeked inside.

The only light was coming from a lamp on the nightstand, his clothes were thrown on the floor but John wasn't there. Freddie closed the door behind him, walked in and sat at the end of the bed.

Before having any time to prepare his apology, the door opened again and John entered. Freddie ran to him and stood in front of him, looking straight into his eyes.

"John," he breathed, "I'm sorry, darling. I don't know what I was thinking," he rushed, throwing his arms around John's naked body and resting his head on his chest, "I'm an idiot..."

John, tenderly, wrapped him in his arms and caressed the back of his hair. Freddie sighed as he felt John's warmth on his body and rubbed his cheek on his chest.

" Shhh Freddie, it's my fault.., I shouldn't be so clingy to you," John said almost inaudible and slowly, lowered his arms.

Freddie raised his head and looked at him with questioning eyes, not only at what he had just said to him but also at the sudden loss of his hug. He had given John the wrong impression. He wanted to be intimate with John, he was longing to share tight hugs with John...

Freddie shook his head to answer as John bit his lips and continued, "I...I only wanted to show you how- " he paused, "how I feel about you but I'm afraid I became too importunate and... I, never, meant to scare you," he said and took a step back. "I was only-"

Freddie threw himself on John again and crushed his lips on John's, without second thoughts. He kept his eyes open and pulled John tighter on him. He could see John stare into his eyes as he brought his arms around him, again.

As they both closed their eyes and let this new sensation take over them, they hugged tightly each other, feeling their hearts beat like crazy.

Their tongues were dancing in a frenzy as John tightened his hold around Freddie even more, feeling every inch of his body on his. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled with the kissing sounds they were making and their bodies pressed on each other was enough to set them on fire.

Freddie surrendered in John's arms as he felt John suck his lips with such a fervor he had never experienced before. He moaned heavily when he thought of John cutting out a piece of them if he decided to pull off. He felt wanted and that made him hard in an instant.

"John," he mumbled through kissing and cupped John's face in his palms. "I'm in love with you... and-and I wanna be loved by you..."

He thrust his tongue in John's mouth forcefully and groaned when he felt John's erection press him on his lower stomach. He pulled his tongue out of John's mouth and hungrily licked his wet lips.

His eyes gleamed with passion when he heard John whisper to him "I wanna be with you so badly...", he opened his mouth to reply but John hardly gave him a moment to breathe and pulled his limp body on him again, for another passionate kiss. He entangled his left hand in Freddie's shiny, black mane as he devoured his sweet taste with his hungry tongue and pulled him even closer with his right one, not taking his mouth from his. Freddie arched his back, pulling John on him and pressed his hardening shaft on John's.

John let out a small, involuntary gasp of surprise when Freddie started grinding himself on him and opened his eyes to look at him. "Oh God!" he moaned and Freddie slowly drew his lips away but kept grinding on John.

"When did you learn to kiss like that, dear?" Freddie teased and stepped back, to take a lustful view of John's erection through his boxers. He smirked at what he saw. John's precum had soaked his boxers and his arousal was perfectly outlined beneath them. Freddie licked his swollen lips again and slowly stretched his hand to palm John's hard cock.

"Dear God..," John panted when he felt Freddie's hand on him. His cock throbbed from Freddie's touch and his hips pressed against his palm. "I've- I've waited so long for you..." he panted and started moving his hips, grinding himself on Freddie's hand.

"How long?" Freddie moaned and leaned his body on John's, touching on his shoulder with his forehead as he continued to palm his shaft. "How long have you been wanting this?" he asked again and John caught his hand and pressed it harder on his cock.

"Since I saw you..." he let a muffled cry as Freddie's lips were on his once more, in a sloppy kiss. In his daze, he grabbed Freddie by his wrist and pulled him on the bed. He sat him on his lap and sucked his lips, again.

"Oh my!" Freddie grinned as he felt John's hard cock beneath him. "I hadn't the slightest-" he tried.

"Stop talking," John sighed and bit him on his lips. He was hugging Freddie, from his waist, with his left arm as his right one played with his zipper. His lips were sucking hard on Freddie's neck, Freddie's hair brushing his shoulders. "Why don't you take these off?" he asked, in a sultry voice.

Freddie slowly got up and John immediately caught him from his hand, in order to keep him there. His eyes widened in fear as he thought, for a moment, that Freddie would leave. He was ready to plead not to go when Freddie looked him in the eye and smiled devilishly. His breath hitched in his throat and before he could realize what was about to happen, Freddie blandly pushed him to lie on his back and slithered his way smoothly on John's body, sitting right on top of his shaft, slowly grinding on him, back and forth. "Did you think that I would leave?" he sighed and started grinding on John more forcefully. John only nodded once and closed his eyes. Freddie's sight on top of him, sweaty and needy was something he was dreaming about, since day one. Now, he was living his dream.

Freddie's vulgar moans made him open his eyes again. He was there, on top of him, hotter than ever gasping and groaning. His erection was evident through his leather pants, pressing hard on John's. He supported his hands on John's torso and tilted his head forward. He let his tresses cover his face as he kept on grinding like his life was depending on it.

John put his hands on the small of Freddie's waist, under his t-shirt and felt Freddie's naked skin, burn. "I wanna see you, Freddie," he moaned and his hips thrust up. "Take off your t-shirt..." he managed and lifted the shirt up to his limbs. Freddie, obediently, took it off and through heavy eyelids, he saw John's stare linger on his bare chest. "You are so beautiful," he said in a low voice and passed his fingers over Freddie's ribs making him arch his back as if he was hit by electricity. "So beautiful I could stare at you all day long..." John smiled and took Freddie's hand in his, kissing his palm.

Freddie tilted his head back, running his fingers through his sweaty hair, completely endeavoring the closeness between John and him. "John, you are driving me crazy..," he moaned. "You make me so hard..."

"Freddie..," he gasped, "let me touch you... please..." and lifted up his body to kiss his chest.

"Today is about you..," Freddie moaned and gently pushed him back on the mattress. He opened John's legs and kneeled in front of him on the bed, palmed John's enlarged cock again above his soaked boxers and made him writhe only by putting more pressure on it, than before. He saw John wriggle, asking for more and tried to keep his hand away from his own aching shaft, something that was becoming even more hard with every passing minute.

"Relax, dear..," Freddie giggled and planted some small kisses on John's chest and lower stomach. He caught John from his knees and on his way down, he bit the hem of his boxers with his teeth. He tugged them down, slowly and sensually, making little, roaring noises until he brought them around his hips.

"Freddie.., please..." John gasped and Freddie smirked. He lowered his head, used only, his forefinger to bring John's cock in front of his mouth, masterfully, flattened his tongue and took a long, slow and wet lick, from base to top. "Oh God.." John moaned and backed up.

Freddie let it fall back on John's stomach again and brushed his fingertips above his balls as he raised his eyes to look at him. John's face was priceless, to Freddie's eyes. He groaned in frustration because of Freddie's seemingly endless teasing but at the same time, Freddie distinguished a look of complete adoration in John's eyes as he was craving for the better part to come.

All hot and bothered, with his face red, he whispered "I love you," and stretched his hand to pull Freddie in, for a kiss.

Freddie grinned and leaned in. "I love you, too, babe," he whispered in his ear and lowered his head on John's throbbing cock, ready to make him forget his name.

He licked his lips lustfully and grabbed it in his hand, licking its red, swollen head.

"Aah!" John gasped, at once. As Freddie incircled its top with his mouth, John could hardly utter a whole word.

Freddie had only started with John but John knew that he wouldn't be able to last as long as Freddie or he, would have wanted him to. Having fantasized about Freddie going down on him, hundreds of times before, it was already too much for him.

A continuous groan was all John could give back to Freddie as he took his whole cock in his mouth, making it vanish deep down in his throat. John raised his head to look at Freddie and instantly his cock hardened, even more, when he saw him staring up at him. His cheekbones up high, his lips swollen, sucking hard, a few black strands had stuck on the sides of his face, making him too hot for John to handle. "Oh God, oh God, yes..." John panted as Freddie kept his shaft there, far down, hitting the back of his throat as he was bobbing his head up and down. At the same time, he cupped his balls, deftly pulling them, just the right way to make John shiver. And John backed up, again and again, not being able to control himself.

Every fiber of his body shivered when Freddie grabbed his pulsating cock from its base and took it out of his mouth. John exhaled sharply and writhed as he felt Freddie tease him again when he pursed his lips narrow and softly, blew some cold air on his hot shaft. He, simultaneously, stretched his hand and bit John's nipple, making him wriggle impatiently.

"I love seeing you like that, dear" Freddie giggled and gave a small cat-lick with the tip of his tongue, on his dripping slit.

"Freddieee," he whined in frustration and tilted his head on his right as he felt Freddie's lips kiss and brush on his aching cock, once more.

Freddie bobbed his head up and down in complete synchronization with his breath, leaving John moaning and groaning again. He used his hands to keep John steady and continued sucking, emitting the most vulgar noises John had ever heard.

"Oh my God!" John cried, "aaah I'm so close..." and Freddie pulled his cock out of his mouth.

"John," he smiled, "cum for me, dear," and used his hand to help him. "I wanna taste you." His voice, deep and sexier than ever, provoked John not to hold back.

He sucked his cock, twice more and saw it pulsate angrily. He gave him a few faster strokes and sucked him harder and felt John's body spasm as he released his load in his mouth and deep down his throat, crying out his name. Freddie kept sucking until the last drop of John's cum was in his mouth and gulped thirstily.

He kissed John's inner thighs gently and gave him some time to calm his breathing, caressing his knees and thighs. As he slowly raised his head, he saw John blink his eyes and stretch his arms above his head. Freddie's chest clenched painfully when he saw him grab his pillow and mechanically, he gathered himself at the end of the bed, sitting with his back turned to John.

"I've seen the play before..." he thought, "I thought that... maybe this time..." he tried to swallow the lump that had stuck in his throat. He tilted his head forward and quickly unzipped his fly. He would be out of his room in less than five minutes.

He took out his throbbing cock and started stroking it hard to finish himself off, facing any other direction but his lover as he had done so many times before.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" John jumped out of the bed and kneeled in front of him.

"It's ok Deacy..," he let out a shaky breath, with his eyes closed, "you can go to sleep...I-" he bit his lip hard "I'll leave in a minute" he muttered and continued stroking himself, with his head down.

"What are you talking about?" John caught him from his wrist and stopped him from finishing himself as he put his hand aside. "Freddie, look at me, please," he begged, but Freddie didn't move. He brushed Freddie's hair out of his face and rested his hands on Freddie's knees. "When I told you that I love you, I meant it..." he whispered and Freddie raised his eyes to look at him.

"Really?" he asked, shyly.

"Of course," John answered calmly and smiled, not feeling insulted by Freddie's words or by the lack of trust. 'What have you been through, my love?' he wanted to ask but never did. "I love you," he pressed his lips on Freddie's "so fucking much." With that, he fell on top of Freddie, pinning him on the mattress. "Never doubt it." John said, looking deep into his eyes.

"Okay..," Freddie whispered and John kissed him hungrily again until he had no air left in him.

"I only needed a minute to gather myself... I've never felt like this before, you- you used to be a dream to me- you still are a dream" he sighed when he pulled back, making Freddie blush.

Freddie felt John's hands caress his sides and squirmed. "I thought that-" he began.

"I love you so much," John said and kissed his shoulder.

Freddie took a deep breath and hugged John tightly "I love you, too, John," he whispered. "I want to be with you."

"Good.., because I want you to be mine" John smiled, hoping Freddie's insecurities and doubts would end.

Having John there, speaking to him as if he was the most special person on earth, casting upon him such loving glances made Freddie finally relax and believe that this wasn't something he would feel sorry about. That was the last time he would ever doubt John's feelings. He let himself relish in John's touch and gladly accepted all the sweet I love you's he was whispering to him.

It didn't take Freddie long to start moaning as John's hand continued his unfinished business. Within a few minutes, John despite his inexperience had Freddie writhe beneath him, begging for more as he was close to his climax.

"Oh John!" he cried, feeling an intense and earth-shattering orgasm ready to burst from his inside. Freddie's sperm was violently shot on John's hand just like John had fantasized about, hundreds of times. He kept looking at Freddie in ecstasy all the way through and at the end, he brought his palm in front of his mouth and licked Freddie's cum with his tongue.

Freddie beamed with pleasure watching John not leave a drop of his cum to remain on his hand. He smiled intently and bit the inside of his mouth. Before he could ask John to lie down next to him, John reached up and kissed him hungrily.

"I love you," he giggled.

"I love you more," John said in his ear and buried his face in Freddie's hair, taking in big breaths of his smell.

Love was in the air and they were ready to be carried away by it.He hugged him and held him in his arms, all night.

~~~~~~

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake uuuup!" Roger shouted, behind the closed door.

"Rog!" Brian's voice sounded stern, "give 'em some time! It's only 45 to seven!"

"But we are up!"

"Only because you wanted to eat pancakes for breakfast! So, stop shouting and let's go downstairs to make some!" he laughed.

"Do you think they slept together?"

"I don't know... Freddie seemed a bit skeptical, last night."

"Do you wanna peek inside their rooms?" Roger asked, in a lower tone but Freddie heard him and smiled. He was up at Roger's first wake up!

" First, let's go get dressed and then we'll see" Brian yawned and Freddie heard their footsteps as they went back in their room but couldn't understand what else Roger said that made Brian laugh.

"John," he whispered and kissed John on his cheek, once. John didn't move so Freddie kept giving him small, tender kisses all over his face until he opened his eyes, slowly and blinked.

"My, my!" John mumbled, "just like a kitten!" he smiled and pulled Freddie closer, kissing him back.

"Good morning!" Freddie giggled.

"Good morning sunshine!" John sighed and started giving small kisses on Freddie's face, as well. Dozens of kisses were planted on his cheeks and his temples and one big kiss on Freddie's lips, making him as happy as never before.

"I love you!" Freddie giggled again and felt John's arms around his waist as he pulled him on top of him.

"I love you, too!" John smiled, kissing him all over without stopping.

"I love you, too, guys!" Roger said, having opened the door without being noticed.

"Yeah! me too, guys!" Brian laughed, standing behind Roger.

"My God!" Freddie laughed, getting off John.

"What are you doing here?" John asked and raised on his elbows, laughing.

"Rog said-"

"Bri said-" they both exclaimed but stopped, at the same time.

They all laughed loudly.

"Well, I guess I was right, this time Bri!" Roger said, "they did have sex! I won the bet!"

"Oh God!" Freddie murmured, "they put another bet!" and poked John's side.

"I see..." John blushed and hid under the covers, making them laugh.

"Bri, you owe me 30 kisses but...you know what? I can take 40 and some delicious pancakes, instead!" he grinned, proud of his mathematical skills.

"Rog, dear, I think you owe us some pancakes, too!" Freddie said, trying to find John under the blankets. "John sweetie, come out!" he laughed, "we're talking about pancakes here!"

"Why me?" Roger pouted.

"Because every bet we have is your idea!' Brian laughed, "though this bet is one of the best we ever had, I must admit!" he said and put his arms around Roger's waist, kissing his shoulder. "I love it when you do the math!"

"I want chocolate syrup on mine!" John yawned.

"Ok ok.., just... don't fall back asleep," Roger said, "cause I won't be worried about you!"

"Come on Rog, I'll help you!" Brian grinned and caught his hand, dragging him out. "and you can have your 40 kisses!"

"Really, Brimi?" he batted his eyelashes to him.

"Of course! I'll turn on the light for you, babe!" he laughed.

"Oooh shut up!" Roger slapped his bum, playfully and closed the door behind him. Freddie and John could hear him plead Brian for help until they entered the kitchen.

"Weeell?" John asked, bringing Freddie in his arms, again.

"Well what?" he smiled.

"Do I tell them we didn't have sex? ooor do I let Roger think that he has won the bet?" he asked and squeezed Freddie's lovely dimples using his thumb and his forefinger, making his mouth look like one of a fish. He smiled and kissed Freddie's sensual lips.

"I don't- we could-" Freddie tried to speak, but he ended moving his lips without talking, just like a small fish.

"What do you say?" John squinched his eyes.

" I said that-" Freddie tried again but stopped when John pulled him closer and trapped his lips with his mouth. His hands wrapped around Freddie's body, stealing his breath with another deep and passionate kiss.

"I can't get enough of you!" John smiled and kissed him again.

"I love it..," Freddie laughed.

"So..."

"So.., I need the pancakes!"

John laughed, "I thought so... come on, it's time to get up."

As they were heading downstairs, Freddie pinned John on the wall for another kiss. "What are you gonna do?" he asked shyly and rested his head on John's chest.

"About what?" John asked as he hugged him.

"With... with Veronica.' Freddie mumbled.

"I'll call her today." John sighed, "Right after the rehearsal."

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lunarnoona5342 · 6 years ago

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Okay so @elviras-angel said I should make the bias list thing so I'll just count that as a unanimous vote on yes I should do this

(Also if anyone knows how to make a keep reading thing on mobile, please tell me because Google is not helping me)

So here it is! Biases, bias wreckers, and why some of them are my bias.

I do have a bias for all the groups in my description and I have a bias wrecker for those I'm stanning fully. I'll start simple:

BTS

Bias: RM

Bias wrecker: Suga

I don't know if I've ever explicitly said it, but RM is my bias in BTS. BTS was the first K-pop group I ever got into and so picking a bias wasn't "hard" in the sense of "I just picked the one I recognised first." That member just happened to be RM. After a while of understanding things about biases, I thought to myself "Is RM really my bias?"

Yes. Yes he is.

Pentagon

Bias: Yuto

Bias wrecker: Kino ()et's be real, they all bias wreck me. Kino is just the main offender)

I mean I have already explained why Yuto is my bias but if you never saw that, basically I saw him and was like "this is my baban now" and here we are. Yuto is my ultimate bias because no one can make me squeal out of adorkableness more than my little bap can. Also he raps great. Like really great. I love him. Also YUTODAAAA--

Got7

Bias: Jackson

Bias wrecker: Youngjae

Now. I'm a sucker for soff children like Youngjae, he bias wrecks me with both his singing and his dorky ways. However, what I love more than that is a loud and soff dork. Jackson is exactly that: he's loud (incredibly so) but he also has his soff moments too. Also his solo music is amazing and his rapping voice is so cool I love it so much. AITE AITE AITE AITE AITE--

Blackpink

Bias: Lisa

Bias wrecker: Rosé

Lisa just rocks, man. Lisa is a lot of fun to listen to when she's rapping, and her rap in AIIYL sold me. She's also super cute and I probably have an underlying celebrity crush on her. In case you haven't realised yet, I tend to tilt towards rappers in the groups. It's not intentional at all for the most part. Sure, some of them became my secure bias because of their rapping but a lot of it was based on personality first. WHICH BRINGS ME TO-

Tomorrow X Together

Bias: Huening Kai

Bias wrecker: Yeonjun

Weren't expecting that, were you? As far as I know, Huening Kai is the only vocalist on my bias list (along with my 1TEAM bias but I'll go into that later). He's just so cute and fluffy and sweet and loud and HYUNGS GIVE HIM BACK HIS BUNN-- NO BEOMGYU THAT IS NOT A HA-- SOOBIN NO STOP LAUGHING AT THE BUNNY IT ISN'T FU-- BEOMGYU STOP DANGLING BUNNY BY THE EARS IT'S--

1TEAM

Bias: BC

Bias wrecker: depending on the day, either Jehyun or Rubin

BC is primarily a rapper. That's why Huening Kai is the only vocalist on this list. BC may also be a vocalist but it's kinda like a side job. Anyway BC had me sold the moment I found out he has a cat (From/Prom (one or the other) is Rubin's cat, BC's cat is called Shy) because I found it hard to find any idols who had cats (that I knew of I'm really bad at research). On that note, go stan 1TEAM their line distribution is actually perfection (Jinwoo is main vocalist so he was gonna get a few more lines, and he didn't get a large amount of more lines anyway)

Day6

Bias: Brian Young K

Bias wrecker: Jae

Finding my Day6 bias was kinda hard. Actually I thought I'd have Jae as a bias to begin with from my intuition, but I guess you could say that Young K deciding to shoot me with his charms was not what I expected from him. It was a really funny experience when I first listened to Congratulations because I was turned away from my phone while the MV was playing so when he started rapping I got so confused because "Is this Jackson? I thought I was listening to Day6," then I turned back to my phone and "OHMYGOSH YOUNG K YOU ARE MY BIAS NOW."

(Kinda sounds like I only picked YK because I was already a Jackson stan but I promise that isn't the case, I just really like him)

Stray Kids

Bias: Han

Bias wrecker: Changbin

I actually couldn't decide who my bias was between Han and Changbin, but Han's "aegyo" song on Weekly Idol (you know the one) left me dying and gave him instant access to my bias list. Then I watched their elimination show and the Matryoshka performance they prepared for the JYP vs. YG showdown? Basically a battle of the bias list. Han prevailed in the end but Changbin gave very strong arguments of "MAAAAAATRYOSHKA" and "YAAAWW" that almost swayed me. Almost.

NCT

Bias: Taeyong

Now we're on groups I'm not fully stanning. So I haven't gotten into NCT because I'm really bad at putting names to faces (I think it took me a month to stop calling Taehyun Soobin and that's from a group with 5 members. 21 members is bound to be a disaster). I just know Taeyong is my bias, this is the only one I'm most certain with. Remember when I said a bias' singing/rapping isn't always what sways me? Yeah this is one of those other times. I had watched a bunch of NCT stuff before listening to any of their songs and thought Taeyong, Doyoung, and another member (I forget who) seemed like the ones most likely to become my bias and I was like "Well Taeyong is the floofiest person ever maybe he'll be my second ever vocalist bias."

Then he started rapping and the rest is history.

Twice

Bias: Dahyun

Dahyun does rap. Dahyun is fun. Dahyun has that creepy ability where she can find and camera that may or may not be pointing at her. She scares me a bit with that, and I think that's why she's my bias. Also she pretty. And OOOOOOOO, CH-

Red Velvet

Bias: Wendy

Not gonna lie, this is out of pure intuition. I haven't gotten into RV much but I love their music so I will get there (eventually). Until then, Wendy is my bias.

So that's it! Sorry if a group you stan isn't one I stan. Actually, I might know of them and am trying to get them into the slowly stage (e.g. Monsta X, (G)-IDLE, CLC, and Loona are some groups I really want to get into), I just haven't had the time to sit down and get to know them. I think I could maybe put Monsta X in the slowly stage now that I think about it...

You may see there are more boy groups than girl groups and my response to any questions about that is IDK man. It's probably because I'm more of a fan of rap heavy songs even though one of my favourite songs ever is The Truth Untold which is literally a ballad.

Finally, if there are any groups you think I should stan, let me know! I'm always up for suggestions. Whether I'll act on them is another story, but still! Tell me! I want to know your groups. If you want to do this as well, do it! Tag me so I can see because I wanna learn about you guys too! Until next time...

This is Tsuki, signing off!

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whiskynottea · 7 years ago

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An interruption in the 1st law of thermodynamics.

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27

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As always, thanks to @katnoenau for her beta ❤️

Chapter 28. Hogmanay

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I was never the girl that dreamed of being a princess.

A pirate, maybe. An astronaut. An explorer. A healer. But not a princess. There were too many walls around those girls, too high, too rigid. I often wondered how they managed not to suffocate.

Walking down the stairs at Lallybroch was the first and only time I felt like one. Not the suffocating part – even though my breathing had become shallow and fast – but all the rest that accompanied the term. And it was all Jamie’s fault.

He was standing by the fireplace, listening to Lamb and Brian talk about politics (the word Brexit was the first that reached me when I left my room) and a broad grin was painted on his face the moment he saw me, making the blue of his eyes brighter and the red of his hair fiercer.

Oh God, he’s so beautiful.

And mine.

A matching grin was splitting my face in two when our eyes locked and I could feel every bit of my heart, yelling at me to move my stupid legs faster and get to him.

Jamie walked to the foot of the stairs and waited for me, his high cheekbones proud, his shoulders and arms stretching the fabric of the dark green shirt. It took me a moment to realize that he was wearing a kilt.

A bloody kilt. My Scot.

And he looked dashing. I’d never thought that a man in a kilt could be so attractive.

And I mean SO attractive.

When I finally descended the stairs (were they so many yesterday?) and stepped in front of him, Jamie surprised me by taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckles. The gesture was so chivalrous yet intimate that it took my breath away and for a moment I was transferred back, to that first day in the cafeteria when Jamie had bowed to me.

My knight in his plaided armor.

Time had stopped. The world forgot to keep rotating around itself, around the sun.

Jamie brought me close to him with a hand on the small of my back and whispering, his lips almost touching my earlobe, “Ye’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, Claire.”

My cheeks were blazing when I met his eyes again. Without replying, I raised up onto my tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving a mark of red lips behind. “I marked you.” I said, chuckling, and rubbed his bronze skin to remove the lipstick.

“Ye could leave it, ye ken. This way I’d have yer lips on me for the whole night.” He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing me, but his eyes were speaking a truth deeper than this.

“And what is this?” I asked, pointing at his kilt.

“Ye call me a Scot! Thought I should keep up wi’ my reputation!”

“You’re beautiful.” I said softly, reaching for his hand.

“They’re the Fraser colors. My mom…” Jamie swallowed, his eyes a bit more glassy than a moment before. “It was a gift from my mom.”

“I wear my mom’s earrings.” I admitted with a sorrowful smile and squeezed his hand. Jamie squeezed mine back, a silent conversation shared only with gazes and touches.

“Claire! You’re ready!” Lamb exclaimed, eventually noticing me from across the room. “I thought Jenny would never manage to wake you up!”

“There is nothing Jenny can’t force people to do, if she sets her mind on it.” Brian Fraser said and laughed, accompanied by Jamie who was nodding his head in agreement.

“I can hear ye da!” Jenny’s voice came from the kitchen, only to intensify their laughter.

“I think I’m going to Jenny, see if she needs any help.” I announced and started walking towards the kitchen. Jamie came behind me, mumbling that he was coming to his sister’s aid, too.

It took one of his wide strides to come next to me, and we walked into the corridor, with our arms brushing against each other. The moment we were out of the living room I found myself pinned against the wall, his breath hot on my skin.

“Not on the mouth! I’m wearing lipstick!” I whispered-shouted and saw puppy eyes looking back a me, a pout formed on his wide lips. “I’m serious!” I insisted, determined not to become a big smudge because of Jamie Fraser’s uncontrollable behavior. Jamie sighed, bending just a bit lower and taking the smooth skin of my neck in his teeth, sucking softly.

The effect was instant. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his tongue on me, aware of the goosebumps that formed all along my body. It was a light bite that brought my mind back to its normal function and I pushed Jamie away, trying to catch my breath. He looked at me through incredulous, wide eyes and I realized that my reaction wasn’t self-explained. “You’ll give me a hickey!” I said, pointing at my neck, white and exposed.

“Ye’re giving me the hardest night of the year, Sassenach.” Jamie said, and took my hand, placing it where his belt buckle met his kilt, cocking an eyebrow.

Message delivered.

I knew this dress was good. The A line, the tight waist, and most of all the square neckline, boosting my boobs just so. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I whispered in his ear. “At some point.”

Jamie groaned, half frustrated, half hopeful and I took his hand, moving us both towards the kitchen and Jenny, who had been too silent herself.

The guests arrived on time.

The door opened to reveal the first arrival, the sweetest looking woman I’ve ever seen. Ian’s mom, Anne, entered the door with a motherly, warm smile and her hands full with a huge platter of haggis. She greeted everyone cheerily and walked straight to the kitchen, calling to Ian to not dally about but bring the ‘neeps and tatties’ along. A minute later she came out again, to kiss and hug each one of us.

She stopped in front of me, her light brown eyes crinkled in a smile.

“This is Claire Beauchamp,” I heard Jamie introducing me. “My girlfriend,” he added, and stood a bit straighter, his full height making us all look like dwarfs.

Anne Murray glanced at him, and I thought she wanted to ruffle his head as if he was five years old or so. With the smile never leaving her face she looked at me again, enveloping me in a huge hug. “Welcome, honey,” she said, and her voice ran right through my skin, finding my heart and nestling there, for she really meant it.

Ian’s father was less affectionate, but his genuine smile was proof that he shared his wife’s feelings.

So far so good.

The doorbell rang again five minutes later, and Murtagh entered the house followed by Mrs. Crook and her two thirteen-year-old twins, who seemed rather unhappy about being at this particular gathering. They had the face I had, when Lamb took me along to meetings at the university. Murtagh on the other hand, had one of the least grumpy faces I’d ever seen on him. Not that he was cheerful, but his eyes were a bit more slanted and his lips were tugged up just a tiny bit. I guessed that this was as jolly as Murtagh could go.

We were seated in the parlor when the MacNabs arrived. Bridget MacNab was thin and pompous. Her hair was coiffed in perfection, her makeup professional. She was so stiff that I wondered how she could be friends with Anne Murray. She came through the door carrying only her tiny bag, and I saw her husband behind her, his hands full of bags. Bridget kissed Jamie while praising him for his looks and gently pushed her daughter in front of her, so she could greet him too.

Mary MacNab was the exact opposite of her mother. Shy and quiet, she moved reluctantly towards Jamie who hugged her, leaving her even more blushed than she already was. I didn’t take my eyes away from the two of them, observing how he moved around her, trying to find something to lash out at him for. Anything that would reveal the slightest hint of attraction.

I found nothing.

Victorious, I stayed fixed in my place next to Lamb, waiting for the next round of introductions. The MacNab family of four, was split in two halves, I noticed. Mary and her father, Michael, always moved timidly behind Bridget and her son, who had breathed almost all the air out of the room in a few minutes.

Lamb got up from his chair and ceremoniously introduced himself and me. “I’m Lambert Beauchamp and this is my niece, Claire,” he said. “The Frasers were gracious enough to have us here at Lallybroch for Hogmanay this year.”

“It’s our pleasure, Lamb.” Jamie’s dad raised a glass of whisky to uncle Lamb, who followed suit.

I saw Jamie struggling to fit in the conversation, and I was sure he wanted to somehow add that we were there because I was his girlfriend.

“It’s lovely to meet you, dear.” Bridget MacNab said to me with half a smile and moved to talk to Anne.

“Hi, Claire, is it?” He was tall and dark and he was standing close in front of me. Too close, if you’d ask me.

“Yes, Claire. And you are…”

“Benjamin. But you can call me Ben.” He said that as if it was a huge honor for me. His eyes didn’t leave mine and his stare was too intense for my liking.

“Nice to meet you, Ben.” I said and turned towards his sister who was standing next to him, studying me. “And you’re Mary?” I said with a smile. A real one, now that I had assessed the threat.

“Aye,” she smiled. “Nice to meet ye, Claire.”

“So, Claire,” Ben spoke again somehow disturbed that the spotlight wasn’t on him. “How come you and your uncle are spending Hogmanay here?”

“Claire is my girlfriend.”

I didn’t know when he’d come, but Jamie was now standing next to me, looking down at Ben from the few inches he had in advantage. His voice was cold somber, and I felt his fingers reaching for mine.

Claiming your territory, Fraser?

I smiled at his reaction and interlaced my fingers with his long ones, seeing Benjamin - Ben - looking nervously at us. Mary just bit her lip, lowering her stare for a moment, only to bring it up to us once more and smile.

She was a kind person and I felt sorry for her crushed feelings, but instinctively I scooted closer to Jamie.

Claiming your territory, Beauchamp?

The night wore on with laughter and stories, delicious food, and a lot of Fraser whisky for the adults. We, the kiddos as they once called us, had access only to the beer. Not that we complained.

I was eating my sixth shortbread cookie when Brain Fraser checked his watch and stood up announcing that the New Year would be here in less than a minute. All conversations stopped, and I swallowed the cookie a bit too fast, feeling its crumbles graze my throat. Just before I started coughing, Jamie materialized a glass of water out of thin air and passed it to me, smiling at my surprised face. With a shrug he handed me the glass and I had just swallowed a big gulp of water when the pendulum clock on the parlor’s wall stroke twelve and everybody started singing.

“Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,

an nivir brocht ti mynd?

Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,

an ald lang syn?”

I looked at Lamb who looked back at me with a delightful smile, and we joined the Scots with our outlandish English accents.

“For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.”

Jamie took my hand in his and turned his head to face me. We looked at each other, transfixed, as we mouthed the same words in different accents, distinct but together, mingling to create a new mold that held us both, united.

“And surely you'll buy your pint cup!

and surely I'll buy mine!

And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.”

The song went on and I felt my heart swell and my eyes tear up. That was it. That was what holidays were supposed to be. Celebrating with the people you belong with.

“An thers a han, my trustee feer!” Jamie pressed my finger between his.

“And give me a hand o' thine!” I grinned, risking the letting of a tear or two run down my cheeks, and pressed him back.

“And we'll take a right good-will draught,

for auld lang syne.”

The song ended and all I wanted was to kiss him. To start the year with his lips on mine, having him as close as possible.

And that was exactly what I did.

It wasn’t the passionate kiss I ached for, but it was the best we could have under the circumstances. Soft, tender and full of love.

“Happy New Year, Sassenach.” Jamie whispered with a smile.

“Happy New Year, Jamie.” I said, lost in the blue of his eyes and I felt him pulling me closer to him.

I left Jamie’s hug reluctantly, to exchange good wishes with uncle Lamb and everyone else.

A loud knock on the door hushed us all and Brian walked cheerily towards the door, with everyone else behind.

Jamie, seeing my questioning glance, started to explain as we walked towards the corridor. “Tis the first footing, Sassenach. A tall, dark-haired man comes to the house bringing gifts and good wishes for the new year.”

“Tall and dark-haired?” I asked looking at the men around me.

“Ian’s da.” Jamie winked at me. “It’s consider bad luck if the man is red-headed, ken.”

“Not for me.” I said with a cheeky smile and marveled in seeing the color on his cheeks intensify.

John Murray was tall – but shorter than Brian and Jamie – with black hair and dark brown eyes. He gave various little gifts for the house’s prosperity to Jamie’s dad, who gave him back a tumbler of whisky. We all raised our glasses then, and a succession of loud and joyful ‘Slaínte!’ filled the hallway.

I’d turned on my heels to go back to the parlor when Jamie stopped me, keeping me where we were standing.

“What?” I asked with a frown, and he put his index finger between my eyebrows, easing the crinkle that formed there.

“Another tradition,” he said, shrugging with an innocent face. “This one is like a game. Ye’ll see.” He winked at me and walked out of the house.

In less than a minute all men had gathered outside the manor, while all women remained inside. Jenny came to my side, quickly explaining what we were supposed to do. “Each single woman spins about in the house, then closes her eyes and walks through the door. She then spins again and opens her eyes. The man she sees first is the one she’ll marry.”

I couldn’t fathom how the down-to-earth realist Jenny Fraser believed in that stuff, and I looked at her with raised eyebrows before commenting on the game. Jenny laughed, adding, “It’s to see what the New Year might bring! Come on! Tis fun!”

She went first, standing in front of the door and she span about, her dark blue dress billowing around her knees. Closing her eyes, she walked out with a broad smile – and Anne’s help - spun once more and opened them again, only to see Peter Crook looking at her scared.

“Sorry mate!” Ian apologized, walking with fast strides towards Jenny. “The lass is taken.” He kissed her on the cheek, bringing a content smile to her face, and making the rest of us laugh.

I couldn’t tell if Peter Crooked was relieved or offended.

“Come on, Claire!” Jenny shouted from Ian’s hug and I took a deep breath, excited and terrified all at once.

Two warm hands landed on my shoulders and I heard Anne’s low voice prompting me to go forwards. “Dinna fash, lass,” she said. “Tis just a game.”

It’s just a game.

As I walked close to the door, I peeked outside and saw that Jamie was on the left side, looking at me with a smile, his fingers moving restless on his thigh. Next to him was Ben MacNab and my last thought before I started spinning was that I needed to avoid him like the plague.

Left. Stop when you’ll be facing at the left.

I spun inside the house, crossed the door and spun once again.

Shit. There goes my orientation.

I took a moment before opening my eyes.

Left. Face towards the left side.

I knew that it didn’t mean anything if I didn’t see him, but for a weird reason I needed to open my eyes and find him looking at me, with that soft smile that made me weak in the knees.

Please, let it be Jamie, let it be Jamie.

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid of whom I’d see, but there he was. Tall, with his broad shoulders and the Fraser colors, looking back at me. He didn’t have the soft smile I expected, though. He had his mischievous lopsided one, that quickly disappeared when our eyes locked and he looked at me seriously, as if the moment was too important to make fun of it.

And then I saw it. Ben was no more on Jamie’s right side, but on the left. The little scam had switched places with him so that I’d see him first!

And that was the best omen the New Year could bring. We’d do everything to be together, no matter what.

In that year which would bring so many changes to our lives, we’d always find a way to each other.

Chapter 29

#thermodynamics #The first law of thermodynamics #high school au #jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #I know you're gonna kill me eventually #but if you kill me I won't write the banging chapter #so think about it

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kpopboysreact · 7 years ago

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A Cup of Coffee - Brian Day6 Fluff Scenario

Request for giveaway winner: @kp0p1uh 😊😘 hiii, thank you for giving me this opportunity, lol. can I get a youngk fic, fluff, high school au(or college) where the reader has a crush on him and they end up going to prom(college- a date) together?

Who is young k? In celebration of Day6′s AMAZING comeback, I’m publishing this today~go Day6! ❤️❤️ Words: 2,138 Masterlist

You weren’t the most popular student in school…but it’s okay, because neither was he. This was no case of the unpopular girl falling for the hot, popular guy everyone had a crush on. No, you were both unpopular. And you both made it work. You met Brian in high school at a café on the night of prom, you’d both decided to ditch it for a nice cup of coffee. From that point on, you became inseparable best friends. You even found out that you were both going to the same college! Now here you were, your junior year, sitting at that same café with your…friend. He smiled up at you, looking up over his glasses that began to fog from the steam of his drink. You giggled as he played footsy with you, something to entertain you in the silence.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, tenderly.

“Nothing! Just, thinking about that assignment we have for photography class.”

“Oh, yeah. Capture happiness in an instant.”

“Do you know what you’re going to do?”

“No, you?”

“No. Maybe take photos of my dogs or something.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea!”

“Don’t go stealing it now!” You laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t steal it.” He insisted. “Not unless I absolutely had to.”

You both smiled and went back to sitting in a comfortable silence. “Speaking of my dogs, I think I have to get going soon.”

“What does that have to do with your dogs?”

“I miss them.”

“Yah!” He exclaimed. “So you won’t miss me??”

“I didn’t say that.” You laughed at his pouty face and poked his nose. “I really do have to get going, though.”

“Aw, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n!”

“See you, Brian!” He got up to give you a hug before you left, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest smelling his cologne. You got in your car and turned the radio up. I have to shake these feelings! You thought to yourself. You’ve had a crush on your “friend” for the past year or so, and a crush turned into something you wouldn’t dare call love. He hasn't shown signs of reciprocating and you were scared of being hurt by an unreciprocated love. Yeah...these feelings have to go.

School the next day flew by, and you were back to sitting across from your best friend in your usual seats at the café. It felt a little different to you this time, knowing that rather than letting yourself drift away in his presence, you had to keep yourself grounded and shake whatever feelings you had for him. It was just so hard.

“Could you take a look at some songs I’ve been working on, y/n?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed happily as he retrieved his songbook from his bag. He pushed it towards you hopefully and you opened it with care, eyes instantly falling on his newest composition. It was a cute little love song, one that made your chest tighten in longing. You couldn't read as far into the song as you usually would, feeling awkward about the lovestruck words of your best friend, the words you wanted to say to him but couldn't bring yourself to do.

“It’s good!” You smiled tightly at Brian as you closed the book.

“Just good?”

“Really good. It’s really good.”

He returned your tight smile and took his songbook back. “Thanks...” The silence between you became awkward, and you sensed it was a good time to get going.

“I’m going to get going.”

“Wait.” You stopped and sat back down, looking at Brian, puzzled.

“Is everything okay?”

“...yeah, sorry. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You stood back up and put on your coat, leaving the café.

The next day at school, Brian was a little bit awkward around you. His normal suave, cool demeanour was nowhere to be found. It almost made him appear vulnerable, but if you’d asked him if he was okay, he’d shake it off and insist that he was fine. You only got to see him in passing during the day, but you had photography with him later and you would make sure he was okay then. He takes a lot of pride in his music and you felt like crap for not giving it the appreciation it deserved. You could do nothing but wait until photography class and hope your friendship was okay.

You smiled at Brian as he approached his seat next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You responded with a smile. You were about to ask him how he is, but the professor turned out the lights and switched on the projector.

“Time for the projects.” Brian whispered in your ear, giving you chills.

“What did you end up doing your project on?”

“You’ll see.” He assured you.

You were called to go before Brian, and the class loved your presentation. You had a bunch of photos of your dogs taken in fun ways. One picture had a flower on your dog’s nose. Another showed your dog mid jump catching a bone in his mouth. You smiled hearing the coos and awes of your peers, and your professor praised you for making everyone just as happy as you were when you took the photos.

“Great job!” Brian praised you as you took your seat again.

“Thanks! I didn't think I would get such a good reaction from just showing my dogs.”

“Better than the guy who just took pictures of money.”

You laughed, turning your attention back to the next presenter. But you found it hard to pay much attention, your mind wandering. What is happiness? You felt happiness with Brian, but you were already set on getting over him. “Good luck!” You whispered to him when it was his time to go. Yeah. I can get over him. You watched with a friendly smile as Brian began his presentation. The first picture was of the café you two frequented! It was taken at a dramatic angle, and the filter he used made it look quaint and homey. You almost felt your pupils becoming heart-shaped as you thought of all the memories you and Brian had there.

“When I think of happiness, I think of home.” Brian spoke to the class, his eyes scanning the room. “Not necessarily the place I go to sleep at the end of the day, but where I feel like myself. Where I feel safe and loved.” Brian moved to his next photo and your jaw dropped. “This is home for me, too.” It was a photo of you. Not the most flattering photo ever taken of you, but you couldn't complain. You were holding a mug of, if you could remember well enough, hot chocolate close to your face. And though the photo was in black and white, you could tell that your cheeks and nose were reddened from the cold outdoors. “It doesn't just take a building to feel safe. Sometimes, it takes a person to feel truly safe and understood.” His eyes stopped scanning the room and fell solely on you. “And sometimes it takes a person to feel loved, too.” Brian looked down, you could tell he was blushing. The whole class cheered and whistled, and Brian moved on to the next picture. This one was of the two of you, a selfie you remembered taking a couple of months ago. There was whipped cream on both of your noses and you made funny faces with him poking your cheek. “Sometimes, there are people in your life that you know you can be yourself around and that’s when you can truly be happy. When you're comfortable with who you are.” You smiled and clapped with the rest of your class as Brian finished his presentation. He walked with his head down, embarrassed, rubbing his neck as he sat down next to you.

“Brian...”

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

The fear Brian had been holding melted away as he looked at you, both of you smiling. “I’m glad.” The rest of the class passed without incident, only you were slightly more aware of his presence next to you. How am I supposed to get over him now? “I’ll see you at the café later, y/n!”

“Yeah, see you!” You waved to Brian as he left class.

The silence between you and Brian was a bit different today. Rather than it being that comfortable friendly silence that typically fell over the two of you as you drank your coffee or tea and munched on your pastries, or that one sided awkward silence that came from you hiding your feelings, it was a new silence. A different silence, one that made you feel more powerful than usual.

“Y/N...” He finally spoke, looking at you for the first time since you both sat down.

“Yes?”

“...” Brian just smiled to himself and looked back down.

“What!”

“You...you haven't gotten it yet, have you?”

“I’m not stupid, you know.”

Brian looked up at you in surprise. “I didn't mean to imply that!”

“And I’m not just some ditsy girl that can't read social cues. Especially the social cues of my best friend.”

“Okay, smart one.” He smiled. “What was I going to say, then?”

“You liiiiike me~” You teased him, smiling sadistically as he chuckled.

“Well, that’s actually not quite right.”

You felt yourself blush. “O-oh...”

Brian reached over the table, taking your chin in his thumb and pointer fingers. “Y/N...I.” He laughed at himself, then looked back up at you seriously. “I...I think I love you.”

“Brian...” You were about to melt, but no, he wasn't going to get it so easily. “What do you mean think?? You think that you love me? Love is a pretty strong emotion, buddy. And I know that when I love someone, I would-” Your words were cut off by his lips on yours. Slowly, your eyelids fluttered shut as he kissed you over the table. His lips were gentle and warm, inviting. He pulled away just as gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he did so.

“Let me start again.” He spoke in a near whisper. “You feel like home to me. I’ve never met someone I’ve really felt so comfortable with. You...you amaze me, y/n. I know it for sure, I love you.” He smiled, brushing your nose with his.

“I love you too, Brian.”

“I know.” He replied, haughtily. You reached over and whacked his arm playfully. “Ow! Abuse!” You both laughed, but you started to become more aware of the patrons around you.

“Be quiet! People are starting to stare!”

“Let them stare. I want them to all know that I have the most precious girl in the world.”

“Now, now. I haven't said anything about being yours yet.”

He suddenly lost his confidence and flushed. “You-but-we just kissed and-”

“Yeah, I had my first kiss in kindergarten but we didn’t start dating after that, you know.”

Brian stood up and moved into the booth next to you. “This isn't kindergarten, you know. I’m a grown man, and I happen to really like you.”

“First you say you think you love me, then you say you do love me, now you say you just really like me?” Brian silenced you with his lips on yours again, one of his hands moving to the back of your head and the other to your neck as he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss.

“Don't use my words against me.” He whispered against your lips.

“You still haven’t said it, you know.”

He smiled. “Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

You smiled right back at him. “Yes.” Your lips met again in the happiest kiss yet. You could feel his smile against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, twirling the ends of his hair with your fingertips.

He pulled back only a little bit, your noses still touching. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

“I’ve liked you for a little while too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You did?!”

“Yeah! But you were so distant the past couple of days, I thought maybe you got a boyfriend or something and I was too late!”

“I’m sorry...I was just scared of getting hurt.”

“Y/N...” He adjusted your position so his arm was around your shoulders and you could comfortably rest your head back on his chest. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“I know...it was stupid.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Brian.”

You spent the rest of the night at the café together, relaxed in each other’s embrace, neither of you needing to be anywhere but with each other. And it was the same way the day after. And the day after that. And the day after that...

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every1studio · 7 years ago

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like a kdrama /“how you guys met” edition [day6]

genre: FLUFF

ficstyle: bulletpoints + reactions + #whatwouldtheydo + LONG

prompt: “how would you encounter each member and how you guys would keep seeing each other”

note: I think I like these “like a kdrama” series... but like they are slowly becoming a collective of mini drabbles...

SUNGJIN

he was packing up his guitar

“today’s another successful buskering day...”

Sungjin slings his guitar case

causing it to hit you and falling over

breaking your guitar into pieces

he felt like he bumped into someone so he turned around

you were just crying over your guitar

“nonononononono”

he clasped his hands over his mouth

“I’M SO SORRY!!”

you turned to look at him with watery eyes

and he felt his heart tightened

you were crying because of something he did

he kneels down

“can I offer to buy you a new guitar?”

you shook your head

“but... guitars are so expensive...”

you couldn’t fix this one

and you definitely didn’t have the money for another one

a chuckle escaped from his smile

“and I ended up breaking yours..it won’t settle in well for me if I don’t..”

with that he asked for your number

you both went to go look for a new guitar for you

it ended up feeling like a date

“that one looks nice”

you tried to reach for it but you were too short

he comes up from behind you and gets it for you

“he-here you go..”

even after he got you a new guitar, you guys would meet up

having guitar sessions and buskered together

every time you both were playing the guitar and sang, you guys had the habit of looking into each other’s eyes

not pulling away until the song was over

people started to ship you guys

you guys lowkey shipped each other

it’s only a matter of time before you guys move on from this silly crush

JAE

Wonpil stole his glasses from him and hid them

though he didn’t really need them; he just liked wearing them

he wasn’t in the mood to deal with Wonpil so he went out to get coffee

di-ding

upon entering the coffeeshop, he bumps into you spilling a customer’s drink on him

“OH MY GOSH, I’M SO SORRY... JUN!! COULD YOU MAKE ANOTHER LATTE FOR TABLE 3?”

you frantically cleaned the spill off of the left side of his chest

he was just looking at you

how short you were compared to him

how strands of hair was falling into your line of vision

how your hand was on his beating heart

how beautiful you were

(wait... HER HAND IS ON MY HEART)

his heart beats faster upon realizing this

“I’MSORRYI’MSOSOSOSORRY!!”

he shakes his head; coming up with a plan

“I lost my glasses.. so it’s my fault for running into you..”

you gave him a concerned face

“do you want to lead you to a table for you to sit down? I’ll take your order there too?”

(with any chance that he had with you, he’d take it)

he started smiling shyly as he nods his head

you lightly grabbed his hand and led him to a table with a view of the counter where you’d be working

he also pretended like he couldn’t read the menu; so you bent down, face to face, to read each item to him

“could I get cappuccino then?”

you nodded smiling widely

he just fell in love in that moment that you were making a drink for him

when you came back, he tried to be cheeky

he points to his shirt

“you should take it to the dry cleaners..”

but you smiled; you caught onto him

“you just want my number, don’t you?”

he was getting even more shy and embarrassed

but when he went to go pay for his drink, you wrote your number on his receipt

since that day, he’s visited you at the coffeeshop EVERYDAY

“a coffee a day, makes me want to make you my bae”

was on a napkin that Jae gave to you

“I found it on the floor and it seemed relevant”

YOUNG K

this was the first day of your business statistics class

none of your friends had that same class so you were all by yourself

you sat down near the front but not in the front row

you needed to pay attention in class but you didn’t want the instructor looking at you the whole time

(this is a good spot) you thought

UNTIL

this big head sits in front of you

you looked around and there were so many other seats

he HAD to sit in the one in front of you

you tried clearing your throat to get his attention

but he was too busy taking out his laptop

you tried to be nice and tap him on the shoulder

he looks back at you; up and down

before you could say anything else, he turns back around to face the front

you scoffed as you rolled your eyes

you kicked his chair

“listen I was trying to be nice, why they hell are you sitting RIGHT in front of me?”

he doesn’t turn around, “because I can easily talk to the instructor this way.. the perfect seat.. if you’re so short just sit on a pillow or two”

ever since that day, you and that kid had a battle of dominance

it may seemed childish but none of you were going to give up the seats

even after class, you guys would often see each other on campus

probably had the same major as each other

you guys would race to get to the counter of a coffeeshop first and get a ridculous order just to piss each other and the worker off

out of nowhere, he wasn’t in class

which was weird because he was always in class

it didn’t worry you at first

but finals were coming up

you made sure you took good enough notes for him to use

you didn’t even know his name

after 2 weeks, you walked into class to see him sitting in front of your seat again

you couldn’t help but get a little concern

“where the hell were you?”

“that’s none of your-”

FWAK

you tossed the notes that you rewrote for him from your notes

“I just did it because it was like reviewing over all the topics..”

you sat down and he just looked at you in awe

he looks back down at the book and it was labeled “idiot who sits in front of me”

you heard him chuckle as you saw his hand in front of you

“I’m YoungK...I was..with my band.. we were performing these past two weeks..”

“psh, what’s your real name”

“Youn-”

“YOUR REAL NAME!”

“brian..”

“what?”

“BRIAN!”

“OKAY GEEZ!”

you guys found that you both had the same major so you guys ended up studying together a lot

“study dates” your guys’ friends would call them

but were they?

he’s always thought you were cute

but annoying

and you always thought he was fine as fudge buckets

but cocky

WHO KNOWS

WONPIL

you were on the bus

finishing your shift; you were a bartender

it was a risky job for a female too

but you were confident in defending for yourself

it was 4AM; it was the weekend and people were going home drunk at this time

“pr-pretty laaadddyy, why hiccups why are you all by yourself?” a sleazly looking guy stands next to you

the bus was packed and you’d just given up your seat for an older gentleman; who ended up falling asleep

no one was doing anything; they were just watching this guy edge closer to you

you were about to call him out and fight him

but a younger guy slides in between you and the sleazebag

“sorry babe, I got caught in the back of the bus...”

you looked at him

he was a really sweet looking boy

he was trying to get this old drunkard off of you

but you could tell he was a little under-prepared and a little shy

within an instant, you clung onto his arm

“I was wondering where you were,” you pecked him on the cheek

the bus stopped

thankfully it was your stop

you and the guy got off as the sleazly guy eyes you guys

the bus left and the guy slid his arm from your grasp

“I’m glad you’re okay now.. I .. I gotta go..”

“wait!”

as he turns around, you gave him a peck on the cheek again

“thank you, honestly I would’ve done fine on my own.. but having you there really made me feel safe..”

you gave him your business card, and you smiled as you backed away; motioning for him to text you

but he doesn’t leave, he walks up to you

“I don’t feel comfortable with you walking home during this time..”

you smiled

“are you already trying to be my boyfriend?”

his eyes start to waver

“you don’t have anywhere to be?”

he shook his head, “just home..”

“I’m y/n..” you took out your hand

he moves in to shake it, “Wonpil..”

but you laced your fingers with his

“I’ll feel safer this way..”

he just takes it and blushes

(why is it so fun teasing him? it’s too cute)

to your surprise, he lived in the same complex as you

and you saw him basically every morning and night

after finding out where you lived, he went out of his way to take you home

it just became a routine but he was still shocked when you told him you wanted to date him

“we already act like a couple, shouldn’t we just be one already?”

DOWOON

you just wanted to de-stress

exams were kicking your butt and it was killing you

you went to an arcade to just get your head outta the educational gutter of mess

you went for the Street Fighter machine

usually you did well; setting scores

but today, not only were exams kicking your butt

the person on the other side was kicking your butt too

not once

not twice

5 TIMES

you lost to the person 5 times

a little mad and a little irritated, you stormed to the other side

“couldn’t you have let me won once?”

Dowoon looks over to see such a gorgeous being

out of timidness. he looks back onto the screen

“you should’ve played harder..”

“excuse me?”

he didn’t want to say that, but it was the first thing that he could say to you

his emotionless face didn’t help the situation either

“HEY DON’T TALK TO DOWOON-OPPA LIKE YOU KNOW HIM!!”

a bunch of girls started to surround you and yelling at you

apparently, he was a popular pretty boy from the other school in the city and you were being rude?

he didn’t want his “fans” to be so involved with his life

“get lost,” he told them as he grabbed your wrist and led you out of the arcade

you both stopped in front of an convenience store

“sorry..I didn’t mean to say what I did early.. I’m just-”

“used to it?”

he looks at you as if you could understand what he’s feeling without having to say anything

“you’re probably popular yourself..” he says as he shuffles his feet into the concrete ground

you laughed

he thought it was the purest thing in the world

“what makes you think that?”

“you’re...pretty..”

you blushed, “th-thanks...um..Dowoon?”

he nods, smiling a little bit

“I’m-”

the sound of your grumbling stomach interrupts you

you both start laughing

“I’m y/n..”

“well y/n.. I’m gonna treat you to the best convenience food combo; ramen, ddukbokki with potato chips and cheese~”

you picked out drinks as he made the food

when the both of you were done, you both sat across from each other

“be careful~ it’s hot~”

a couple of girls walked by

“oooh look at them~ talk about a visual couple~”

you choked on your food as he opened up your peach milk for you

“th-the things people say huh?” he says as he busies himself with his banana milk

“ye-yeah..”

little did you guys know, that you guys became known as the “convenience store couple” since you guys were always there after being at the arcade

did you guys actually become a thing? only time will tell

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