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anonymousfiction211 · 4 years ago

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Meeting Tom Hiddleston

Summary: Meeting Tom Hiddleston for the first time! (A girl can dream...)

Word Count: 3502 words

Warnings: Smut

The line moved slowly. You were already waiting for a very long time, but it would definitely be worth it. Luckily, you were not alone. Your best friends Eline and John were with you, who happened to be in a relationship with each other. This was your fist time at comic con, since none of your other friends ever wanted to go. And you were extremely nervous to see your favourite actor in real life. Finally, the line moved a few paces. The more the line moved the more nervous you got. You were about to be eye to eye with him. With possibly the most charming and handsome men on the planet.

You were wondering if he would be in a good mood, or would pretend to be in a good mood. He had been giving out autographs for a few hours. Since your friends wanted to go to another panel first, you barely made it in time to stand in line. You had thought long and hard about what you wanted him to sign. Eventually you decided on a book about Loki, which you have read quite a few times. It was not about the Loki that he played, the Marvel version, but the one from the Norse mythology. Your thoughts were disturbed when Eline let out a little shriek. ‘I can’t believe we’re finally going to meet him!’ she said excited. The two of you had planned this a few years back, when you both discovered that you were massive Loki fans. The deal was, if Tom Hiddleston ever came to your country, the two of you would go.

‘Oh my god, I’m so nervous. I don’t know what to say’ you replied. From the moment you had tickets to this event you were thinking about what to tell him. Everything you came up with sounded like a cliché, and he sure would be tired to hear the same thing for the hundredth time today. After some sleepless nights and driving yourself crazy, you thought you would come up with it while waiting in line. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Now that you were standing in line, you had forgotten every series and every movie you had ever seen him in. You knew he was your favourite actor, but why that exactly was you couldn’t explain if your life depended on it.

The line moved along again and you were now next in line. The two girls before you were giggling loudly and you heard Tom chuckling. You started to feel overwhelmed and thought about backing out. ‘(Y/N), relax. It will be fine’ John encouraged you. ‘I don’t do well with first impressions and if I screw this up I will never be able to sleep’ you argued. Your friend just laughed at you. The three of you had have this argument about a million times when you discovered that you would meet Tom. The girls before you left and now you stood eye to eye to Tom Hiddleston. He made eye contact with you and your mind just lost it. You froze in your spot. John laid a hand on your shoulder and whispered to you ‘This is the part where we walk towards him’. From his tone you heard that he was quite amused by your state and you felt like you had embarrassed yourself already.

The three of you walked towards the table. ‘Hello there’ Tom greeted you. Your friends immediately greeted him back and started to introduce themselves. ‘.. and this is (Y/N)’ you heard Eline say. ‘Nice to meet you (Y/N)’ Tom said to you. God that voice was going to be the death of you. ‘What can I do for you today’ he continued. Your two friends gave him each a Loki funkopop to sign and after that you handed him the book. He eyed the book and looked at you. ‘Have you read it?’ he asked you. When he saw your questioning face he just laughed to himself ‘Sorry, of course you have. Stupid question’. Out of nervousness you laughed too ‘No, stupid questions don’t exist right?’ ‘I have read the book, one of my favourites actually’ you explained. ‘From all the books and stories, I’ve read about Loki, I quite agree’ he told you. ‘So, who do you like better MCU Loki or Norse Mythology Loki?’ he asked you. ‘Not to be insulting, but Norse Mythology Loki, actually’ you said, hoping he didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks. His face looked amused and you saw a twinkle in his eyes that confirmed your suspicion, that Tom and your all-time favourite trickster shared some qualities. ‘And why is that?’ he asked in his low voice while leaning a bit more forward.

‘Well, the Loki from Norse Mythology wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and kill Thanos with a butter knife’ you replied. You were shocked to hear yourself say that. The words had left your mouth before you even registered what was happening. Like you said, you really weren’t good in first impressions. You heard your friends laugh beside you. You were relieved when you heard Tom laugh also. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you’ you quickly added. ‘You didn’t, darling’ he said. Great, if the blush on your cheeks wasn’t obvious, it sure would be now. ‘But remember, Loki does everything for a reason’ he said and gave you a wink. ‘I hope he does, I’m really excited for the series’ you said as steady as you could. Hoping you didn’t show how much that one wink effected you. ‘Glad to hear you say that. Do you want me to sign the cover or the inside?’ he asked you. A bit disappointed that after he signed it and you left this meeting, you would never see or speak to him again. ‘Inside, please’ you replied. Tom wrote something inside, but cut of the view with his arm. He closed the book and handed it back to you. ‘Best not to read it with your boyfriend standing next to you’ he said while handing it back to you.

Eline immediately grabbed John and pulled him closer. ‘Actually, John is my boyfriend. (Y/N) is single’ she said. The meaning behind her words couldn’t have been more obvious. If you could, you would have fainted right there and then, just to escape this embarrassment. You shot her an I’m-going-to-kill-you-for-this-look, but her look said that you would have done the same in her situation. And who were you kidding, you would have. ‘Really?’ Tom asked. The tone of his voice made your knees weak. ‘’Yeah, still wating for prince charming on his white horse, I guess’ you chuckled, not knowing how to respond to this. ‘Not for a skilled sorcerer with a God complex? Tom replied teasingly. ‘If Loki really existed I would take that chance’ you replied in all honesty. At this point the security guard behind Tom cleared his throat. ‘Mr. Hiddleston, we need to get going’ he said. Tom nodded at the security guard before turning his attention back to you. ‘Unfortunately, that is my que to get going. But I would love to explain to you why Loki tries to stab people with butter knifes. If you like?’ he said to you. You nodded quickly, more time with Tom was not something you would turn down. ‘Yes’ you said a bit too enthusiastic. Tom just laughed a little at your energetic reaction. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the address and room number of his hotel ‘Here is the place I’m staying. Let’s say around 10pm if that’s not too late? I think it’s going to be a long day today. We can have a drink and talk more’ he said to you. ‘Your friends are more then welcome to join if they want’ he quickly added. You smiled at him ‘Sure, see you tonight’ you said. With that the three of you left and Tom got up to go to his next event.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’ your friend started to chant once the three of you were in the main hall. ‘I can’t believe that he asked you out!’ she exclaimed. You furrowed your brows ‘Look, I can’t believe either that he wants to spend more time with me. But it isn’t a date. I’m not going alone, you two will be there as well’ you answered. Your friend shot each other a look before the shifted their focus back on you. ‘You’re going alone’ the said simultaneously. ‘What? How about you two come with me for moral support like good friends are supposed to do?’ you asked them. ‘We are making you go alone so you can have some time with your all-favourite actor. Who knows what will happen when you two are alone’ John said to you. ‘That is what good friends are supposed to do’ Eline added with a smile. And you knew it didn’t matter how much you argued, you were going and you were going alone.

The day passed and you had a blast with your friends. The nerves within you were building up about tonight tough. At the end of the day, you and Eline went shopping for an outfit for tonight. She insisted that you wore a dress, but you had successfully declined that. Dresses weren’t really much your thing and you didn’t want Tom to think that you were expecting or trying something. After all, it was just a talk about Loki, a drink and he even had invited your friends. Eventually, you found a pair of black jeans and a dark green t-shirt. It was a bit Loki styled, but your friend assured you that Tom would appreciate that.

In the evening => You got out of the cab and were more nervous when you saw the luxury of the hotel. Maybe you were a bit underdressed you thought. After a few deep breaths you mastered the courage to walk into the hotel. The man behind the desk eyed you and asked if he could do anything to help you. You knew that he was really asking what the hell you were doing here. You told him that you came to visit Tom in room 325. After a quick phone call, he smiled politely at you, explained how to get there, and told you to have a nice evening. You got into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. You took a few more deep breaths. Maybe you should have brought something you started to contemplate. Why hadn’t you thought about that before? When the elevator reached the floor, your breath hitched when Tom was standing suddenly in front of you. Amused by your reaction he greeted you politely. To your shock he even hugged you once you were out of the elevator. ‘Are you alone?’ he asked you while walking towards his hotel room. ‘Yeah, my friends rather wanted a quiet night alone’ you lied to him. I mean, you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were here alone. ‘That just means we have the chance to get each other better’ Tom replied.

Tom’s hotel room was pretty big. It was still a simple hotel room but he had a large sitting area with comfy couch and a tv. He told you to make yourself at home, so you sat down on the couch. ‘Sorry, I didn’t think to bring something’ you said to him. He just told you that you didn’t had to bring something. He asked you what you wanted to drink. Luckily for you he had wine, maybe alcohol would calm your nerves a bit. He poured two classes of red wine and sat next to you on the couch. You noticed that he sat fairly close to you. Something you both love and hated at the moment. ‘I like the colours you’re wearing, very Loki-like’ he said to you. ‘Thanks’ you blushed, not knowing how to take this compliment. Luckily, Tom changed the subject about Loki and the Marvel Universe. After some time, your nerves calmed down and you actually had a blast. It was fun to talk to Tom about Loki, hobby’s, and he even took an interest is your life. When Tom handed you a glass with only a little wine in it he said ‘Sorry, I’m afraid that the second bottle is already gone’. You were shocked ‘The SECOND?’ you asked him. He just laughed at you ‘Time flies when you’re having fun I guess’. That is when you looked at the clock. It was past 1 o’clock at night. ‘Oh shoot, it’s already late. Sorry. I should go’ you stammered a bit. ‘No apologies, I’ve had a great time. And do you really think I’m letting a woman go home alone at this time at night?’ he said while raising his eyebrow.

‘Assuming from your tone, I guess not?’ you replied. ‘You’re staying here. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch if you want to. But I’m not letting you travel alone at this time’ he said. You saw him think over his words ‘I mean, if you really want I will take you home. I don’t want you to feel forced to stay here’ he added. You already heard your friends voice in your head telling you what an idiot you were if you actually went home right now. And to be honest, you didn’t want to go home. Things with Tom felt naturally. ‘If you don’t mine I’d like to stay for the night’ you said and immediately saw Tom’s face lit up. ‘But either we sleep both in the bed or I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m not having you sleep on the couch in your own room’ you added. It was a bold move, but the alcohol made you forget all your nerves. Tom just gave you a wide grin ‘Bed it is’ he said to you. The two of you talked and laughed more and eventually finished the wine. Tom had put his arm on the armrest around you and you sat to face him. The two of you sat really close to each other. When you put down the glass you looked in his eyes. He met your gaze and there was a long silence. His hand cupped your cheek and he leaned in ‘Can I?’ he asked while maintaining eye contact. ‘Yes’ you replied to give him your consent. You felt his lips on your, it was soft and he kissed you slowly.

When you kissed him back the kissing got more heated. Tom grabbed your waist to pull you closer and you laid your hands around his neck. After a make out session that made you feel like you were a teenager again, he broke the kiss. ‘Should we go to the bedroom?’ he asked you while catching his breath. You nodded and he laughed at you. He got up and stretched out his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he led you to his bedroom. When you entered he closed the door behind you. He immediately starting to kiss you again while walking you back to the giant bed. While you were walking you started to undo the many buttons of his white shirt. Once they were all unbuttoned, your hands roamed his chest and his abbs. You felt Tom slightly moan at your touch. He pulled the shirt of himself and you felt the back of your legs against the bed. Tom laid you down gently and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You moved your arms up so he could take it off you. For a moment he froze and eyed the sight of you laying underneath him on the bed in your bra. You chuckled at his reaction and pulled him closer for a kiss.

You undid his belt and opened his pants. He slides his pants down and was now laying on top of you in nothing but his underwear. You clearly felt his erection against your core, making you more wet. Tom unhooked your bra and started to kiss down your neck. When he reaches your breasts, he took his time. He started to kiss them, bite them, and roll his tongue around your nipples. Your nipples hardened and you moaned shamelessly from his actions. Once he was satisfied he trailed his kissing downwards. He reached the top of your pants. He looked up to make eye contact with you, while he undid the button of your pants. He hooked his fingers from the top and pulled your pants and underwear down simultaneously. ‘I wanted to do this the first moment I saw you’ he said to you. His tongue was circling your clit, but his eyes never left your gaze. The sight of Tom between your thighs looking at you was adding to the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. When you were starting to pant from his tongue you saw him smile.

He trailed his kissing back upward and reached your mouth. You could taste yourself on him, which was adding to your lust. You took charge and moved so Tom was on his back. You slowly trailed his underwear down and he shuddered in anticipation. He quickly pulled open his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He handed it to you. You grabbed his hardened cock and he moaned immediately when you touched it. Slowly you started to move your wrist up and down and Tom was bucking his hips to create more friction. After some time, Tom was all worked up ‘Please (Y/N), ride me’ he begged you. You opened the condom package with your teeth and slowly put the condom around his cock. You startled his legs, grabbed his cock, and slowly let him enter you. You started out the same slow pace when you teased him with your hand. Tom grabbed your hips to increase the pace. You leaned downwards to kiss his neck and discovered his sweet spot. When you kissed the crook of his neck he almost yelled. ‘Oh god (Y/N)’ he said loudly. You were still riding him and gasping for air. He hit all the right spots and it felt so good to have him inside of you. You felt his hands trail down to your lower back and he carefully laid you on your back.

He was on top of you and thrusting faster inside of you. He tried the kiss you but the two of your were moaning uncontrollably. At this point you were more breathing each other in then actually kissing, but you loved every second of it. The way his breath felt on your skin, his lips ghosting over yours and his tongue occasionally sliding in your mouth. Suddenly a wave of pleasure flooded over you and you came hard crying out his name ‘O god Tom!’ you screamed. You laughed when you saw the smug look on his face. You grabbed his ass and squeezed it. He began to moan out loud again. His thrusts were getting wilder and you knew he was close. After a few more thrusts he thrusted one more time as deep as he could. He grunted loudly and stayed in that position for a few seconds. After that he collapsed on top of you, but supported himself a bit to make sure he didn’t crush you. Once he caught his breath he moved to his side of the bed. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and after that you went to clean yourself. When you came back Tom laid in bed, waiting for you with a large grin on his face.

You crawled into the bed and he immediately pulled you close to him. The two of you cuddled in silence for a while and you felt yourself become sleepy. ‘So, what are your plans tomorrow?’ he asked you. ‘I am going with my friends to a museum, then some sightseeing and at the night we grab a bit to eat and go out you replied. ‘What are you going to do?’ you asked. He sighed loudly ‘Oh, well. I fly back in three days and in the meantime I have time to kill, but don’t know anybody here. It sure would be lovely to spend a day like that in your company’ he said a bit too obvious while pulling you close. ‘Are you trying to invite yourself?’ you giggled. ‘Hm.. maybe I am. Would you mind that?’ he asked you. ‘No, you are more then welcome to join us. I just thought that after tonight you maybe didn’t want to’ you replied. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck ‘Darling, the first thing I’m going to do tomorrow is ask your phone number, because I really like to see you again’ he whispered. And with that you fell asleep.

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2jaeh · 4 years ago

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INSUFFERABLE l KIM DOYOUNG

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way.

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell.

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone.

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance.

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him.

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?”

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do.

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise.

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly.

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!”

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name.

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen.

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?”

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again.

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.”

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer.

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung.

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules.

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency.

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today.

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock.

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The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane.

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her.

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern.

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop.

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?”

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away.

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk.

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?”

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?”

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.”

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime.

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections.

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns.

y/n x KDY : 7:10pm

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It.

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it.

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality.

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you.

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure.

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am.

KDY: cool, see you then.

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung.

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him.

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early”

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace.

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.”

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you.

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned.

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.”

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share.

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet.

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic.

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you.

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior.

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.”

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first.

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ?

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table.

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger.

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone.

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head,

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things.

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo.

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs.

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats.

Y/N X KDY 10:30pm

KDY: hey

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me.

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you.

KDY: its all good.

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ?

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious.

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little.

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips.

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again.

Y/N X KDY 10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ?

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ?

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too.

KDY: wow.

KDY: I think you're hot too.

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side.

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive.

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one.

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction.

Y/N: I could say the same for you.

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge.

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane.

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you.

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure.

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you.

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled.

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth.

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck.

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed.

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member.

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him.

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched.

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin.

You nodded quickly, “Yes please”

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside.

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high.

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth.

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax.

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck”

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you.

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him.

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

#doyoung smut #nct doyoung smut #nct smut #nct127 smut #kim dongyoung #nct scenarios #NCT127 scenario #doyoung fic #doyoung au #kpop smut #nct drabble #nct angst #nct au #doyoung scenarios

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no-heart-no-soul-t · 4 years ago

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BeachBoy JaeHyun imagine

had soft beachy hours

pairing: NCT beachboy!JaeHyun x Reader

genre: fluff, small angst

warnings: some language, inappropiate behaviour to the girl (JaeHyun is angel DW! :3)

You looked at Mark Lee, your roommate, your bitch, your BFF, as if he just told you he was getting married with his ex, who cheated on him with his enemy, Yuta. “You did what?,” your voice filled with confusion and anger. “I might have signed us to work at a beach bar?,” he answered, backing away from you, scared of his own life. “But why meeee? You know I hate these places!,” you cried out, your introvert self panicking. “It’s not that bad… you will only give out drinks and food,” he shrugged, side hugging you. “But, I have TO TALK TO PEOPLE!,” you shrieked. “Hey, it’s really gonna be okay. The pay is really good and maybe you will finally find someone who will take your virginity,” he said chuckling. “You. Have exactly three seconds to run away.” When he didn’t move and just smiled at you, you started to slowly counting down while walking over to him. “Three,” you said and started chasing him around apartment, telling him he will die when you catch him.

It was only 8AM the next day, and you were already standing in front of the manager of the bar. “Can you two start tonight 8PM sharp? Our two other employees can’t make it today and we don’t have anyone else to put on shift,” the manager looked up at you two full of hope. “Yeah sure, me and Y/N will be here 7:50 for sure,” Mark said and you looked at him shocked. Sure he was laid back about this, because he was always at some clubs partying and sometimes helped behind bar. But you never went to a club let alone worked at bar. He just gave you reassuring smile and took you out of the office. “Mark, I know, you know how to work at this type of place, BUT I DON’T!,” he just massaged his temples and dragged you home. At home he showed you how to make basic drinks and how to talk with customers.

It was already 5PM and Mark already got out of shower, ushering you to take yours and start getting ready. While you were taking shower Mark went to your room to pick an outfit for you. “Jesus, she really only has hoodies and jeans,” he mumbled while going deeper in to your closet. After another five minutes he found nice white crop top with flowy long sleeves and baby pink high waisted shorts, “These will do,” he said when he heard you exiting bathroom. “Hey, Y/N, wear these, you can pair them with sneakers,” he handled you your clothes and you looked at him shocked, for the millionth time this day. “Ya, I don’t I will good in this.. Mark really…,” you looked at the clothes nervous, not confident at all. “You will pull this up, just let your hair down and put soft makeup on, don’t worry,” he smiled reassuringly, going to the living room to wait for you. You did as he said, puting some soft brown smokey eyes and soft pink lip gloss.

It was 10PM, working for over two hours and you found yourself enjoying this job. It wasn’t anything what you expected, actually. So far no rude customers, no drunkyards. Everyone was even understanding to you, that this was your first time working at a bar. You were going to the table to give customer a drink but you accidentally slammed in to someone. It was a tall, buff man, maybe in his forties, “Oh, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to..,” you said nervously. And he went off, “How fucking dare you? You don’t have eyes? This is Gucci!,” he started screaming at you. Your eyes were stinging with tears. He raised his hand, getting more angrier, and was going to slap you. But the impact never came. When you lifted your head you were expecting Mark to stop the man, but this guy wasn't Mark. He was much taller and had some elegance to him. “Now, don’t yell and hit our employees, especially women,” the mysterious guy said with deep, warning voice. “And who you think you are, kiddo?,” said the angry man, his arm still held by the tall handsome guy. “Huh, I am the son of the owner of this place, Jung Jaehyun, it’s nice to meet you. And now. Leave,” Jaehyun said looking straight in to rude man’s eyes. “Sure you are, kiddo. Call the manager, y’all pay for this shit, it’s limited,” rude man demanded, looking up to Jaehyun’s eyes, not backing away. Jaehyun just took out his phone and called someone, “Hey, it’s me can you come to the bar on the beach?.. Yeah someone wants to talk to you, dad.” The man just laughed, “I should believe you after this? Mr. Jung’s son is in New York.” Jaehyun just smiled at him and stood still between you and the man. After few minutes of the man yelling at Jaehyun for lying and at you for paying for his ruined clothes, tall, handsome man in expensive suit came. He looked like an older version of Jaehyun for sure, and the man looked at him, all smiles, “Mr. Jung! It’s nice to see you again!,” and he shook Mr. Jung’s hand. “So, Jae you called me because Mr. Smith wanted to see me? I thought it was something more important,” Mr. Jung shook Mr. Smith’s hand and looked at Jaehyun. “Yes, father, first he yelled at our new employee and almost hit her, and second, he said I am still in New York, when I am already back in California for three months. You didn’t tell anyone I was back?,” Jaehyun said, standing next to his father. “Wait? He tried what? So what did the employee? Where are they?,” Mr. Jung asked looking around. Mark already next to you, pushed you their direction softly. He looked at you, seeing that you were crying before he came. “Now tell me, miss, what happened?,” he asked calmly as if talking to small child. Well, he ain’t wrong, you felt like a child at that exact moment. So you told him that you accidentally spilled the drink you were bringing to another table on Mr. Smith. And Jaehyun added the other details of Mr. Smith yelling and trying to hit you. “Mr. Smith, I didn’t think you were that type of man to yell and hit women. Could you please leave my bar and never show up here again?,” Mr. Jung said calmly, but it scared you and Mr. Smith too. He just apologized and left as quickly as possible, without looking back. Mark came and hugged you to his side, “We are sorry for causing trouble. It will never happen, I promise,” and you nodded your head, saying small sorry and sniffling. Jaehyun and his dad just looked at you two bowing your heads and said it was nothing, “I hate him anyways, so it’s really not a big deal,” Mr. Jung joked and waved, going inside saying he want to talk with managers.

You looked up at Jaehyun and went to him slowly, “Thank you, Mr. Jung,” you said quietly, scratching your neck. He chuckled, “Please, call me Jaehyun. I am maybe two years older than you. And it’s nothing. That man doesn’t have any manners,” he continued, smiling down at you. “R-right.. J-jaehyun… can I make you a drink as a thanks?,” “Sure.” He was sitting in front of you on a bar stool, watching you mix his drink, which you didn’t tell him what was, “So, you won’t like poison me or something right?,” he joked and you looked at him shocked he would assume something like that about you. “No, no. It’s a drink that Mark always makes for me. It’s called ‘Cherry Bomb’. It’s really good… I promise no poison, no drugs,” you softly smiled, adding ice to the shaker. After few shakes you poured liquid in tall glass with more ice and cherries. Jaehyun took a sip while looking at you. When he saw that you are looking back he smirked against the straw and winked at you. You looked away, hoping he didn’t see your face go cherry red. “Hmmm, it’s really good, you weren’t lying. I will come here more often from now on,” he said with husky voice. You just nodded head and went to take care of other customers while leaving Jaehyun alone. Sometimes when you looked his way, you saw him staring at you, with these eyes that held something you didn’t understand. You went to one of the tables, to give them their orders, and Mark stood in front of Jaehyun, who was looking at your ass, “You know, she isn’t type of girl just casually sleeping around. She is still a virgin,” Mark said to Jaehyun who turned around looking at him with his ears going red, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. She looks good. So you are Mark huh?,” Jaehyun took a sip looking at Mark. “Yeah, we are best friends and roommates. So I am making sure no one will play with her,” he warned Jaehyun and looked at you coming back from table. “I am not that type of man, don’t worry,” Jaehyun answered while also looking at your smiley face. “I hope so, if you toy with her, you are dead.”

It was 2AM when you were leaving with Mark, bar slowly closing down. When you were already in front of the bar, going to Mark’s car you heard your name getting called. You looked behind you to find Jaehyun running your way, “Hey, Y/N. Can I get your number? I want to talk to you more and send some memes,” he said all smiles. You looked at Mark not understanding this situation and he just shrugged, going inside car. “Eh, yeah.. sure..” and you put your number with your name in his phone. “Thanks, lovely. See you guys around and goodnight,” he said while opening the door to the car for you and waving at Mark. “Huh weird don’t you think so?,” you asked Mark who was focusing on the road. “No, I don’t think so. You charmed him with your fine ass,” he joked and you wanted to smack him, but refined from doing so, because he was driving.

Three weeks passed by like nothing. You were texting with Jaehyun back and forth, meeting at the bar when you had a shift. You two became a really good friends. Mark also became friends with Jaehyun and his friend, Johnny. You four were always loud at the bar, getting an earful from managers all the time. You and Mark would instantly stop, loving your jobs, but Jaehyun and Johnny would make more noise, trying you two to make laugh. When you laughed Jae and John would get literally kicked out of the bar, making you laugh harder. “So, what you doin tonight?,” Jaehyun asked while sipping on your new drink called ‘Rainbow Punch’. “Working, duh,” you answered rolling your eyes and giving customer who was sitting next to Jaehyun her drink, she laughed, finding this amusing. “Geez, you know what I mean, lovely,” he said while pouting your way. To say that didn’t move your heart would be a lie. Knowing each other only for three weeks and catching feeling this quickly scared you. But you eventually didn’t mind. Knowing this won’t last long. “Ok, ok drama queen… what do you want to do after I finish work,” you asked while mixing another drink for two customers in front of you. “Hm, let’s take a stroll on the beach, just the two of us,” he said casually. “Sure,” you said simply doing your work. You went to the tables, serving them, when you felt someone grabbing your ass. “Could you, please, take your hand of my butt?,” you kindly asked the male. “No. You look too good to not get touched,” he said smirking that sick smirk. You just rolled your eyes, trying to walk away, but he held your hand so strongly, you thought it might break. “HEY! Leave me!,” you screamed not fazing him. He leaned closer, trying to kiss you but you felt yourself getting pulled away in to a strong chest. “Don’t touch my girl,” Jaehyun said, with deep voice and anger present. You looked at him shocked that he called you his girl. After that he dragged you away, to the beach.

“Jae! I didn’t finish my shift!,” you called after him but he didn’t budge. When you were already on a beach, you realized it was that part where no one came to. Only you four, finding it relaxing. “Jae, what are we doing here?,” you asked looking around and then at him. He came closer, taking your face in to his hands softly, “You okay? Did he hurt you?” “No… but he might have if you didn’t come.. so thank you,” you said looking down. “Come here, lovely,” he hugged you tightly, whispering sweet nothings. You pulled away, wanting to say something, but… he suddenly kissed you. It was a sweet kiss, full of promises. Full of love. You felt at peace, but you didn’t know if it was because of surroundings or because of Jaehyun. The kiss eventually became deeper, hungrier. He lifted you up, carrying you over to the rock, sitting you there. “I wanted to do this the first time I laid my eyes on you,” he confessed making you blush. “I know, Y/N, we know each other really shortly, but I fell in love with you. And I am not saying this for fun.. I mean it, angel,” he looked deep in to your eyes, his voice becoming softer and quieter. You didn’t know what to say or do.. so you just kissed him softly on lips, and he kissed you back instantly. After few minutes of making out he pulled away, breathless and smirked, “Well, you made me hard, love. And you are gonna take care of it, in my bed,” you looked at him nervously, “But… I have… never done this..,” embarrassment present all over your being. “Don’t worry,” he stroked your cheek lovingly, “I will be soft and gentle. I promise.” If someone asked you, what was your best night ever. It would be this night.

#jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #beachboy!jeahyun #nct scenarios #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun scenarios #short story #ff #short ff #jaehyun x reader #was bored again sorry.

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etraytin · 4 years ago

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Quarantine, Day 236-238

November 2-4 Well, it's been a hell of a few days but I have to write the journal entry sometime, I suppose. Monday night I went to bed super early and last night I was exhausted and heartsore, and today I've got a nervous stomachache that just won't quit, but if I'm journaling this year, this is going to be a pretty important inflection point. Monday was a day where not a lot happened, or not a lot I can remember at this point anyway. I made my butternut squash soup in the evening so I could take it to the precinct in the morning and put myself to bed at 10pm, several hours earlier than normal because I had to wake up at four. I didn't sleep great, but I used the Boring Books for Bedtime podcast to get me to sleep and I was able to get some rest. I also laid out my clothes ahead of time so I wouldn't have to wake my husband up at that hour just so I could get dressed. Tuesday morning I woke up, showered, dressed and packed up my bag for the precinct, all in less than an hour. I wound up cutting it a little close at the end, so when I got to the car and realized I'd forgotten my piping hot travel mug of pumpkin spice coffee with pumpkin spice creamer, I reluctantly went on without it. There was coffee from a machine at the precinct, but it definitely was not as good. But I did arrive on time, so that was good. There is a lot to do in the hour between 5am and 6am when the polls open.

My position this election was procedural specialist, which basically meant that whenever a situation cropped up that required a procedure, I was the one who went and did it. This was things like "voter with absentee ballot wants to trade it in for a regular ballot," "voter with absentee ballot does not have their ballot and will have to vote provisionally," "voter is not on the pollbook and is not 100% sure whether they are registered, but wants to vote provisionally just in case they are," "something about voter has changed, usually married name or address, and they need to fill out a new voter registration form while they are voting" and "voter has no ID/ voter wants to give us a hard time about ID and needs to fill out the confirmation of identity form before voting." There's a lot of stuff to remember, and I crammed pretty hard in the days before the election, as well as stuffing my manual with post-it flags for important topics.

During a busy election, being a procedural specialist could be pretty daunting, even overwhelming. Every unusual voter has to be handled carefully, to give their vote the best possible chance of being counted. Lucky for me, our precinct had very heavy early-voting representation. Out of 2200 registered voters, more than 1300 had voted early in person or gotten absentee ballots in the mail. We only had 398 voters all day long, which is primary-light turnout. It was a little funny because we'd staffed for a contentious and complex presidential election and had nearly double the usual staff load for an election, and all of us sat around almost all day. I wound up with only six provisional votes all day, plus four ID forms, four or five voter registration updates, and three absentee-for-regular ballot switches. Unfortunately situations seemed to crop up everytime I went to the bathroom for awhile in the morning, but I had a lot of downtime. We did have some extra staff positions that needed filled, so it was good we had some extra people. There was an outside team of four people, keeping an eye out for any trouble, handling curbside voting, and directing people to the correct door for voting or vote dropoff. We had one position for "drop box guard" because every precinct in Virginia was also an authorized drop-off location for absentee ballots on Election Day. The election board was quite concerned about the possibility that somebody might abscond with a whole damn ballot box, even though it's the size of a school-age child, so somebody had to sit next to it all day long despite the fact that we only got three dropoff ballots. And of course there were the sanitizers, people whose job was to follow every voter leaving a station and sanitize that station with disinfectant before the next voter arrived. Other than that, though, we had a lot of extra people and mainly used the day as an opportunity to train the newbies. I spent four hours in the afternoon not even working the pollbook, but watching other people work the pollbook to make sure nobody made any mistakes. It was incredibly boring. The last hour of the night, after the polls close, is even busier than the first hour of the morning. Everybody really wants to go home, and of course the registrar is chomping at the bit to get the vote totals, but everything has to be done exactly right or we all get in trouble. In Virginia, there are a dozen boxes and envelopes that need to be filled, accounted for, sealed and returned to the office at the end of the night. Each envelope needs specific paperwork, and each paper requires the right signatures. The actual used paper ballots go in their own box, marked on the top, sealed with tape, and then further sealed with three security labels signed by every officer of election. Normally with 12 officials this is not a big deal, but getting 22 names onto those labels this time was an exercise in writing very small. We were in good shape at the end of the night because we'd had no discrepancies and only one incident all day (Laptop 3 crapped out around 3pm, leaving us with two pollbooks for the rest of the day but it didn't matter because turnout was so light that we never had any lines), but it was still a lot of work. My particular job was to shepherd the provisional ballots and the provisional ballot log and make sure they got where they needed to go. I had to have a second officer of the opposing political party ("Hey, I need a Republican who isn't doing anything!") count the six ballots with me, affirm that there were six ballots on the voting log, and then sign and seal them into their envelope. After that I helped get documents into the correct envelopes and make sure that everything got sealed according to the extremely arcane rules. It was honestly the most exciting and fast paced part of the entire day, and we broke down and packed up the entire precinct in only ninety minutes. I went home exhausted to watch results, and of course it wasn't what we'd been hoping for. I can't believe so very many people are still totally ready for more of Trump's bullshit and incompetence. It honestly boggles my mind how such a hateful man gets so many otherwise reasonable people to vote for him. Even though I understood in principle the idea of a red mirage with early ballots being counted late, I was heartsick when I went to sleep and despite being exhausted, I slept very poorly. This morning the news was better, though not great. A close race means litigation, and of course Trump claimed victory overnight despite huge numbers of uncounted ballots. He is human garbage. Our Democratic congresswoman held her seat, and her opponent made a gracious concession speech that was actually eloquent and nice. It's bizarre how quickly something like that becomes an oddity. But most of the mail-in ballots were for Democrats, as predicted, and the outcome is better, though still far from certain. After all these failures of prediction, I'm afraid to believe in anything at this point. But maybe tonight I will at least get some sleep. Despite everything, life went on today. The kiddo had a day off for teacher workday because it's the end of the first quarter already. Jesus. I cleaned up the kitten room enough that my husband can now use it as the office it actually is supposed to be, so he worked in there today and I got my bedroom back. That was a high point of the day, definitely. I got my period, so that sucked, but at least I could lay in bed for awhile and not be on camera for a bunch of college students. In the morning I drove down and transported a cat to the recovery room for spaying tomorrow, which closed up another TNR site. We're picking away at our list, slow but sure, but it just keeps getting longer. There are so many cats! Later in the day, I noted that the kiddo had been using a lot of screen time and we had a discussion about whether he'd done the chores to actually earn those points. He cleaned out the dishwasher and went to clean his bathroom, and I was just about to start dinner when I heard the terrifying dual noises of running water and "MOM! THE TOILET IS FLOODING!" And it sure was, with gusto! I ripped the tank lid off and grabbed the float to stop the water running, and made the guys grab every towel in the house to get water off the floor before we gave the downstairs neighbors a bath. The flood lasted only about 30 seconds, but it put quite a bit of water on the floor. I was able to get the flapper back in place and determine nothing in the tank was actually broken, the flapper had just gotten stuck when the overflow began and it had cascaded from there. But what had caused the backup? There was no waste in the water, one small blessing, just lots and lots of disintegrating toilet paper bits. The kiddo admitted that he'd had an inspiration while cleaning the toilet. There was a lot of gunk under the rim, he had explained, and he thought that if he could get the water high enough in the bowl, it would wash away the gunk with no need to scrub. So he'd taken a bunch of toilet paper and shoved it in the toilet to block it up, gotten the bowl nice and full, and then immediately realized he'd created a situation he couldn't stop. (He seemed to have been planning to use the plunger to remove the blockage, not realizing quite how much toilet paper he was using.) He was extremely contrite about the whole thing and promised to run future brilliant cleaning ideas past a parent for review. The clog proved highly resistant to plunging, and after an hour I was almost ready to throw in the towel and call maintenance to snake the damn thing. As a last ditch effort, I completely emptied the bowl, then filled it with a bucket of the hottest water I could coax from the bathtub, and used that to plunge. It worked, and the toilet finally flushed. Whew. And then I had to make supper! I put together a nice meatloaf and preheated the oven, only for smoke to come pouring out of the damn thing. See, yesterday while I was working the polls, my husband cooked something, chili I think, in the oven, and realized that the pot he was using was much too full. He put a pan under it, but apparently the pot was much-much too full, because it overran that and the pan and got all over the oven and set off the smoke alarm. He'd wiped out the oven, but I think he missed the broiler and that's why it smoked right up again. At this point I just sighed and started looking for microwave meatloaf recipes. I did find one, and though it was not as good as oven meatloaf, it was edible, and I was really very done with household tasks for the day. Now it is getting late and I'm beat, but the nerves won't go away. It is so hard to be in the same position as four years ago, disappointed in your country, terrified to hope for anything, but clinging to the possibility that things will be okay. It hurt so badly before, even worse than now I think, because it was so shocking. I guess it's like the first time your home gets ruined by a flood versus the second time, both times your house is ruined, but the second time at least you weren't surprised that something like this could happen. I wish I knew how to get off this flood plain. On the other hand, my Tumblr post of kittens has really taken off and has over a thousand notes. Apparently I was not the only one in need of high-octane cuteness to give my brain a few seconds of peace and happiness. I'm going to try and get some sleep now, here's hoping for better dreams and better tomorrow. Please, please, please.

#quarantine #election 2020 #voting #toilet #long post

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 5 years ago

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I’m right there with you on being wide awake and it’s only 10pm here haha.. so let’s say a drunk Magnus and reader night would be like maybe he slips up and tells her how he feels?

Thanks for the request @devilbat! I hope this what you were looking for.

Warning: Implied smut, drunk Magnus, fluff

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Confessions of a Drunk Detective

At 10 p.m. you had finally fallen into bed. You had just finished a shift that should have ended five hours ago, but people are stupid. Especially if they are drunk. You and your partner had been called to sort out a noise complaint. Thanks, Kurt. Apparently, all the other officers were too busy to handle it.

When you arrived at the scene, the culprits were hanging from a tree shouting at each other. It was one of the strangest things you’d ever seen. You honestly had no idea how they had even gotten up there, let alone how they were still hanging on. It took forever for you and Magnus to get them to even notice you.

Finally getting the attention of the male you shouted, “Hi, I’m Detective Y/L/N and this is Detective Martinsson.”

The pair waved down to you.

You smiled back. “It seems like you two have had a fun evening. Why don’t you come down and tell us about it?”

“We live up here, dearie,” the man answered. “We-we’re bats!”

Magnus, who was standing behind you, choked on a laugh. “They’re certainly batty,” he whispered.

Hiding your laugh, you continued, “Right, well how about you come down all the same. We can talk more on the ground.”

“We actually can’t move. We’ve been trying for an hour and turns out we’re stuck up here,” the woman piped up.

“Great, just great,” you muttered under your breath. “Care to help, Magnus?”

“Nope, you are doing brilliantly, Y/N.”

You huffed and went back to the car to radio for the fire department. Walking back to the tree, you noticed Magnus was talking with the couple.

“Here she comes,” called the man. “It’s the queen!” He then began singing “God Save the Queen.”

Magnus lost it then. You stood next to him and hip-checked him, only causing him to laugh harder.

“What, don’t think I’d make a good queen?” you teased.

“Oh, you definitely would. I’m just enjoying this.” You shook your head and joined in.

“You’re so pretty,” came a sing-songy voice.

You looked up and noticed that the couple was watching you and Magnus.

“She is! They make a cute pair,” the woman agreed. “Your girlfriend is pretty, don’t you think, young man.”

Your face flushed and you could only imagine that Magnus’ had as well.

“Um,” he began. He was cut off by sirens. He let out a sigh of relief.

That hurt mate, you thought.

Finally, the couple was extracted from the tree. You and Magnus put them in the back of the car and drove back to the station.

“Ooo, love...we’re going for a ride,” the woman hiccuped.

“Going on an adventure. Oh, I forgot my camera,” the man cried.

Magnus laughed out loud. You slapped his arm and he stopped. You made it back to the station and after another hour, being thrown up on, and a shower and change of clothes, you were ready to head home.

“Oi, Queenie, want to go get a drink?” Magnus called to you.

You rolled your eyes and hid a smile. “No, I am going home and sleeping for the next three days,” you replied.

“Alright, enjoy the weekend.”

“You too, Mags.”

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Crash!

The sound jerked you awake. You sat bolt upright and listened. You heard a scratching noise.

Thud!

Someone was definitely at your front door. You quickly got up, pulled your gun from the drawer, and tip-toed to the door. You didn’t see anyone through the peephole but cautiously turned the knob.

“Wo-ah!”

A body hit the ground. You looked down in surprise, it was the last person you ever expected to show up at your flat.

“Mags? What are you doing here?”

“Hellooooo,” he sang out. You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you drunk?” You knew it was stupid to ask.

“No-oo...well, maybe a little,” Magnus giggled. He suddenly began belting out “God Save the Queen.”

You quickly tried to shush him. “Magnus, stop! It’s too late to sing.”

“Oh, sorry,” Magnus whispers. “Shhh, I have to be quiet now.”

You chuckled at your partner. “Come on, mate. Let’s get you up.”

“No,” he whined. “I want to stay here.”

Child, you said to yourself. “I know, but I need to shut the door, love.”

Magnus lifted his arms. You huffed knowing what he expected you to do. You grabbed his hands and pulled farther into the room and closed the door. You came back and stared down at Magnus. He waved up at you.

“What am I going to do with, Mags?”

“Love me?” came his response.

“What?” You were caught off guard but remembered that he was three sheets to the wind. “Of course I will.”

He patted the space next to him. You laid down, staring at the ceiling. You felt him scoot closer to you. Magnus was quiet for a few minutes, so thinking he was asleep, you rolled over onto your side to look at him. You were met with his blue eyes staring into your brown ones. He had a goofy schoolboy grin on his face. He reached up and brushed a stray hair behind your ear.

“He was right, ya know,” Magnus slurred. “You are pretty.”

You smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were my girlfriend. You are...beautiful, Y/N. Funny, wise, and...have the cutest nose,” he confessed. He booped your nose and laughed. “I love you. I have since the first day you w-walked into the station. You were wearing a blue dress.”

“You remember that?” you asked.

“O-of course. It complimented your eyes and,” he paused leaning forward. “And it showed off your legs. Very sexy,” Magnus whispered.

You laughed at his confession. “I think you’re pretty sexy yourself. It’s just a shame you won’t remember any of this when you wake up in the morning,” you said. “Come, love. Let’s get you to bed.”

You stood and offered your hand to Magnus. He grabbed it and attempted to stand. In his drunken state, he tripped over his own feet and tumbled forward. Before you knew what was happening, you found yourself on your back with Magnus on top of you. You stared at each other for a second. You got lost in his stormy eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you know,” he said. You nodded. Magnus pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss.

You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, instantly feeling intoxicated. It wasn’t the exact way you dreamed your first kiss with Magnus would be, but it was still amazing. Your arms went around his neck and you both moaned into the kiss. His hand found its way under your nightshirt and caressed your skin. Your eyes shot open, your brain suddenly remembering what you were doing.

You broke the kiss and flipped Magnus over so he was on his back. He looked up you, pupil lust blown.

“No, Magnus. No more, not tonight. We need to get some sleep,” you told him. He nodded.

You got up and helped Magnus stand. You both made it to your bedroom without any more accidents. You helped him to lay down and decided to take his shoes off.

You sat on the edge of the bed next to him. “Now, close your eyes and get some sleep, Mags.”

His eyes were already closed, his mouth slightly open. You bent over him and brushed your lips over his forehead. “Sleep well, Magnus.”

You stopped in the doorway to look at him one more time.

“Love you,” he muttered.

You sniffed and closed the door behind you. Settling on the couch, you stared at the floor where you two had just been. You pulled a blanket over yourself and snuggled down as a few tears escaped as you thought of his drunken confession.

“I love you too, Mags.”

The next morning you woke up with a crick in your back from the position you slept in. Groaning you stretched and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Finishing the eggs you heard a thud and a groan come from your room. You smiled, poor Magnus. Suddenly he cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Pain relievers on the counter, Mags. Drink all of the water.”

“Yes, Mum,” he grumbled.

You laughed as you walked over to him, a cup of coffee in your hands. Magnus sat at the peninsula with his head in his hands.

“Drink this.” You went back to the stove. “It will help.”

“Did - did I do or say anything embarrassing last night,” he asked hesitantly.

“Nope,” you replied. Smirking you started humming a familiar song.

“Ugh, I really sang that?”

“Yes, you did. Placing a plate in front of him, you smiled. “Now, eat your eggs.”

You cleaned up the kitchen in silence while he ate, refilling his mug twice more.

“Wait on the couch. I’ll drive you home after I shower.”

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything, Y/N?” he asked again. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I’m fine Mags, I just need a shower. We can talk when your head isn’t pounding. I’ll be back.” You offered him a small smile.

Once in your bathroom, you leaned against the closed door. Sighing, you turned the water on and got undressed. “Maybe one day he’ll tell me he loves me.” You got in the shower and let the warm water run over you. You massaged your neck, the water helping release the tension.

You felt a pair of hands circle your waist. You yelped in surprise and lost your footing, but were held in place by those hands. Your breathing quickened as you felt the solid chest touching your back.

“I thought of another way to relieve my headache, love.” His voice was rough and sultry.

You bit your lip hoping you weren’t going to wake up back on the couch. “Mags, I-”

“I meant what I said last night,” he said turning you around to look in your face. “I fell in love the first day we met.”

The way the water cascaded over his curls and the fact that you were both standing naked in your shower was affecting you.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I-I love you too, Magnus. Always have,” you confessed. You two stared at each other for a beat. “Kiss me...please.”

Magnus pushed you against the shower wall and captured your lips in a blood-boiling kiss. His hands wandered your body touching every surface and curve he could find. He swallowed up your moans greedily. His hands finally find your backside. He rubbed your cheeks, before giving a hard squeeze.

You squealed and pulled back, gasping for air. Magnus turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He dried you both off and then picked you up bridal style. Throwing you on the bed, he scrambled to hover of you. He smiled down at you, which you quickly returned.

Best weekend ever!

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bisexualsforprompto · 5 years ago

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Of Roommates and Red Heroes Chapter 4

Quick note: I had to change Mari’s hero names for logistical reasons, it’s now Lady Pegasus

Ao3

One Previous

Of Nightmares and Thanksgiving Dinner

The bakery was on fire. Hawkmoth stood in front, laughing hysterically as the bakery, her parents, her livelihood, burned to the ground. He relished his triumph a moment longer before bolting at the sign of Ladybug’s furious face.

Marinette let the tears flow as she ran to the bakery, which was mere ash. She tossed the brick and mortar, ‘ please’ she cried. She dug her fingers through the ash until they were as black as charcoal. Yet there was no sign of her parent’s remains. Marinette sobbed, she couldn’t control her hands anymore, they kept digging until they were raw, calloused and bloody. Then she wept, when she saw what lay underneath.

A man, muscular, not overly tall, black hair with a white streak, blue eyes glazed over, and mouth curved into a viscous smile lay dead on the ground.

“Jason!!!” Marinette screamed as she tried to shake him awake, “No, no, no, this isn’t happening!”

His eyes, still glazed had humor in them, “If you couldn’t save me, who are you kidding? Even master Fu didn’t trust you, he sent you to Gotham because he knew you couldn’t do it.” He laughed, “Guess he was right.”

Marinette keeled over, “No, god no. Please, wake up. Wake up,

“WAKE UP! Mari wake up!” Jason screamed to a screaming Marinette who’d fallen asleep on his arm watching the Macy’s parade

~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 5pm EST•~•

Marinette shot up, “Wh-what?” She said dazed, she couldn’t tell dream from reality, she could still almost feel the burning sensation on her fingers from touching hot rubble.

“Buttercup, I get that you don’t wanna talk. Trust me, nobody gets it more than me, but you know what else I know?” Jason asked firmly, “You can’t just leave things pent up, because then it’s going to spill out and you’ll do something you’ll never forgive yourself for.” Something that could probably get her killed, Jason added silently. He couldn’t lose her, not when they’d just found each other. He knew what she was feeling, he could practically live her anguish just from the blood curdling screams she’d emitted from her dream.

“I- I- I just can’t. Not yet,” Marinette sighed putting her hand on her elbow and turning away. Jason put his arm around her and spun her to face him on the couch. He looked at her, he saw the tears welling in her eyes. He stood up suddenly and gave her what she needed, a hug.

That’s when it all poured out, she cried, she cried for what felt like hours. She clung onto Jason tightly, like a child with her teddy bear. She wanted more, she knew she was high on emotion, but she felt the urge to kiss Jason. Kiss him till all the feelings went away.

‘ Pull yourself together Marinette! Jason is your roommate, not your lover! Ladybug doesn’t cry anyway!’ She told herself, she pulled away from Jason, the tears had disappeared, what was left was a cold stare.

Jason knew it all too well, she was trying to keep her emotions in check.

“Butterc-“

“We should get ready for the dinner,” Marinette stated plainly going to the kitchen.

Jason sighed and followed her, she wouldn’t talk, she wouldn’t allow herself to feel but goddammit, Jason would cheer her up.

“So Buttercup, you excited to meet my friends?” Marinette gave a small smile, Jason mentally high fived himself.

“Yeah, from what you’ve said they seem great!” Her face grew to her regular permanent smile, entrancing as always, the only thing Jason wasn’t fond of was her puffy red eyes. “Kor’i and Dick will love you, they’ll probably adopt you on the spot.”

That earned a chuckle from the bluenette, “I can’t wait.”

~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 6pm EST•~•

Jason heard a rap on the door as Marinette took set the pie on the table decorated in white tablecloth. Her traditional pigtails were intact but she had changed into black slacks and a button up shirt with her signature black jacket. Jason pulled open the door to see Roy, Kor’i and Dick.

“Nice to see you Jason!” Kor’i exclaimed wrapping him into a hug. Roy smirked and walked in along with Dick. Marinette walked over to the guests extending a hand, “Hi, I’m Marinette, Jason’s roommate.”

“Nice to meet you!” Dick smiled charmingly while shaking her hand and returning back to his wife (who looked like she was squeezing Jason so tight he couldn’t breathe).

“Hmm Jason never mentioned you were so pretty, Pigtails,” Roy winked leaving a flustered and blushing Marinette. Roy was certainly not bad looking, she entertained, messy red hair, piercing green eyes, and a build that could only be envied by weight lifters. Marinette found herself wondering how he got so ripped. She shook the thought away and went over to join the group.

“It’s so good to meet you! I’m Kor’i...Grayson” Kor’i said, using her husband's last name, releasing Jason from her grip and zeroing in on Mari, “Good to know our Jason has a good influence finally.” Marinette giggled and nodded, “I don’t know about that-“

“Jay Jay won’t shut up about his new little sister, you got him to stop drinking too, you are a good influence. I’m Dick Grayson by the way,” Dick responded giving her smile of pride and appreciation. Marinette blushed, giving Jason time to take the wheel, “Well Buttercup, should we show them your pie?” Roy raised an eyebrow and gave a sexy smirk, ‘ Not sexy! Not sexy!!!’ Marinette tried to convince herself, at least Roy wasn’t as bad as Red Hood, if he was Marinette wouldn’t be able to function.

“Yes! I’m all for pie!” Dick smiled taking his chuckling wife’s arm to the table. Marinette and Jason went to join them, but Roy placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulders, “I’m Roy by the way.” Marinette smiled sweetly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise Pigtails,” Roy winked causing Marinette to turn bright red and Jason to glare at him. Roy chuckled under his breath as the three of them joined the table.

~•~Thursday, Nov. 28, 10pm EST•~•

Dinner had gone over well. It was great actually. The only thing Marinette would’ve changed was Roy subtly flirting with her, not because it made her uncomfortable but because she found herself lost in fantasy about him when he called her Pigtails and winked.

It was considerably late and Marinette did want to get to sleep, but then she remembered that she didn’t know the sleeping arrangements. She didn’t really know how to ask so when everyone was focused on a football game Marinette whispered, as quietly as possible, to Jason, “Where should I sleep tonight?” Roy overheard and smirked, “Well Kor’i and Dick can share in the guest room together, Jason can take his own room and we can share Pigtails.” Marinette blushed and Jason gave Roy a death stare. If looks could kill…

“ Or,” Jason hissed quietly at Roy, “Kor’i and Dick take the guest room, you take my room, Marinette sleeps in hers and I take the couch.” Roy chuckled at Jason, getting under his skin was too fun, “Sure thing.”

“If you guys aren’t going to watch the game and instead gossip like teenagers we’ll change the channel,” Dick said with Kor’i wrapped around his arms reaching for the remote. Dick pressed a button and a news broadcast appeared. Everyone gasped audibly at what horrors laid on the screen.

Marinette didn’t know a lot about Gotham villains, but the face of this one was recognizable world wide.

Joker. In full manic glory he was laughing insanely, sweat running down his sick, white painted face and causing his green hair to stick to it. He held a little boy at gunpoint, screaming, “Where’s Batsy? Or maybe one of his sidekicks?” When only the sound military choppers answered his query Joker’s smile darkened and he spoke again, “Come on, I haven’t got all day!”

Jason’s fists clenched, Roy and him communicated silently as they tried to plan how to get to the scene without revealing their identities to Marinette.

“Why don’t you go to bed Buttercup? It’s late and this isn’t something you should see.” Normally Marinette would be annoyed at Jason treating her like a child, but she was relieved. This gave her an exit, and she’d be able to transform into Lady Pegasus to help with Joker. She walked to her room, not noticing how the heroes behind her had gathered and were motioning.

Marinette walked into her room and closed the door, she gave it a good minute before whispering, “Spots on! Tikki, Kaaliki, unify!”

Marinette was able to make a portal quickly, she had noticed the location of Joker on the TV and teleported there immediately. She landed behind a cargo container, which was deserted and dark. She peeked around it to see she was directly behind Joker and his hostage.

She thought about how she might go about saving the little boy when she saw four heroes land in front of the Joker. She recognized Red Hood from their previous encounter, and she saw a Nightwing with two other heroes she didn’t know the name of.

“Well, well, now things are getting interesting!” Joker cackled earning him a glare from the only girl in the group of heroes who stood next to Nightwing. “Tell me, Nightwing, Red Hood, Arsenal, Starfire-“

“So you know our names! Big deal!” Said the redhead, Arsenal.

“How rude,” scoffed Joker pushing the gun closer to the little boy’s temple, “Didn’t even let me finish.”

Joker moved the boy’s light brown hair out of the way and stared into his caramel eyes, “Tell me, do you want to save him?” He asked motioning towards the terrified little boy, “Or do you want to disarm the four bombs around Gotham that I’ve set to go off in twenty minutes?” The heroes faltered,

“You’re bluffing,” Nightwing said crossing his arms. “Am I?” Joker cackled pulling a detonator out of his coat, “Now, now. I want our game to be fair, each of you start out for one of the bombs or you can save the kid and millions of others go boom!” Joker made a motion, flicking his hand to symbolize the boom. “Better hurry and make your decision though, the clock is ticking!” Joker laughed pulling out a small clock which was counting down from twenty minutes.

Lady Pegasus saw her chance, “lucky charm,” she whispered. A red and black spotted frisbee fell from the sky. The gun flashed with spots as did her yo-yo. While the heroes were stunned, trying to figure out what to do, Marinette threw the frisbee, causing it to collide with great force into the gun. The gun was knocked out of Joker’s hands, “Hey!” He shouted, but before he could turn around Lady Pegasus had stood up and used her yo-yo to take the detonator from him.

“Oooh!” He grinned as he looked back at her, “New meat! She’s good too!” Arsenal was able to grab the child and the gun while Joker was distracted, “Sure you have my detonator, but the bombs are still rigged to go off in,” Joker spat at Marinette checking his clock, “Nineteen minutes! And you don’t know where they areee!” He singsonged as he started to laugh.

Nightwing pulled up the schematics of Gotham, looking specifically for trace elements of laughing gas which Joker always filled his bombs with.

“Arsenal, central station! Starfire, Grand Plaza! I’ve got Upper Market, Red Hood take Gotham Flats!” Nightwing commanding signaling a special message to Red Hood. Both Red Hood and Lady Pegasus’ eyes widened, ‘ Gotham Flats is where I live with Jason! Oh no! Roy, Dick, and Kor’i are there too!’ Marinette internally screamed.

‘ Buttercup is sleeping in her room! I have to save her!!!’ Jason panicked as he started off to his home.

“Red Hood!” Lady Pegasus called. “Look Mystery Girl, we appreciate you saving our asses back there but now I’ve gotta move!” Jason said as he internally freaked out, he wanted to learn more about the mystery girl of course but he wanted to save Marinette more.

“I’m coming with you!” Lady Pegasus yelled as she ran to catch up with him, she grabbed her frisbee off the ground and followed Red Hood to save Jason. Red Hood didn’t argue, the more chance he had of saving Buttercup the better.

‘ Come on! Go faster!’ He screamed to himself, ‘ You just got Marinette, you can’t afford to lose her!’

Marinette raised her yo-yo and lifted Red Hood in her arms, swinging it to get to the Flats.

Though Red Hood wasn’t used to being carried he relaxed a little when he saw that the mystery girl was headed in the right direction and was going much faster than it would’ve been on foot.

Glass shattered as Marinette swung her yo-yo into the lobby of the flats.

“Red Hood, your bomb is behind the desk in the lobby.” Nightwing said over the comms. Jason jumped over the desk to see a large bomb at 16 minutes.

“Shit! Red Hood to Nightwing!” Jason called pressing his comm. Marinette rushed over to join him at the desk, she knew she had only two minutes left before she transformed back, “Which wire do we cut?!” Marinette gasped when she saw the bomb, a massive array of wires in a variety of colors.

“Damn it!” Jason said when he couldn’t get an answer, “Mystery girl! Can’t you get one of those magic charms!” Marinette shook her head, “It only works once and I have two minutes before I detransform!”

Jason facepalmed, ‘ of course’ . “Well we’re doo-“

“Nightwing to everyone! I disabled my bomb, cut the red wire!” Jason breathed a sigh of relief, “We’re cutting the red wire,” he told Marinette. Marinette nodded as he cut it.

Suddenly 19 minutes went to 1!

“SHIT!” Jason yelled, “Uh- We've got a problem!!!” He made a split decision and ripped out all the wires.

The time didn’t stop, in fact it went down to thirty seconds. Red Hood tackled Lady Pegasus, and shielded her from the explosion.

Which never came. Marinette breathed heavily as Red Hood was on her, his chest pressed to hers, she was rigid, hoping Jason, Roy, Kor’i and Dick would be ok.

‘ I bet you’re eating this up,’ Kaaliki giggled the back of her mind.

‘ KAALIKI!’

‘What? Just trying to lighten the mood.’

Jason got up, and Marinette realized thirty seconds had passed. Jason laughed and sighed in relief when he looked at the bomb. Marinette sat up to see the bomb had completely powered down.

“Update Nightwing, we got ours.” Jason said smashing the bomb into pieces.

“Good, Rendezvous back at you know where.”

Marinette breathed in, relieved. “Before I go little Lady, I have to know. Who are you?” Red Hood asked as he stood up and hopped over the desk.

“I’m a friend.” Was all Marinette could say as her earrings beeped. She tipped an invisible hat to him before saying, “Miraculous cure!” She escaped out the window and climbed up to her room with the help of her yo-yo in the chaos of the ladybugs cleaning up.

Marinette pushed her open window and fell into the bed as her transformation wore off, “What a battle, huh Tikki. Well all three of us should actually get to bed. What do you say?” The two kwamis smiled at their holder, “Sounds great Marinette.” Tikki said before lounging on her pillow.

“I don’t know, wouldn't you rather go sleep with that guy? The redhead who’s been flirting all night?” Kaaliki asked as they giggled at their own teasing.

“KAALIKI!” Marinette whisper-shouted burying her face in her pillow. “Priceless!” They laughed as they joined Tikki and fell into a slumber.

~•Friday, Nov. 29, 1am EST•~•

Marinette couldn’t sleep. She’d tried, but avoided tossing and turning as to not wake up her kwamis. She checked the clock on her bedside table and sighed when she realized how long it had been. Marinette slowly crept out of the bed and to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Marinette didn’t wear anything revealing to sleep, she enjoyed being comfortable while sleeping so she mostly wore long flannel pajamas in the fall and winter. That was what she was wearing today, but when she got into the kitchen she realized there was such a thing as too comfortable.

Roy was opening a water bottle as he turned around to Marinette. “Ah Pigtails.” He greeted, “Why are you up so late?” But Marinette could barely answer, he didn’t have a shirt on.

And he was just as ripped as she imagined, not that she had! She totally didn’t! Thank god he was wearing long jeans, she did not want to be thinking about him like that.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She responded as she too went to the fridge for water, looking at his face and not daring to look any further down.

“Hmm. Bad dream?” Roy asked as he took a swig of water. “Not really, I just couldn’t turn off my brain.” Roy chuckled, “Yeah, I have days like that. Try counting backwards from 100, that always puts me out quickly.” Marinette nodded, “Thanks Roy.”

“Hey no problem Pigtails. And you know, if you need me I’m right down the hall.” He said charmingly, but not in a flirty way like Marinette expected, just in a caring way. Roy left her standing in the kitchen as he went back to Jason’s room. Marinette followed suit, going to her own room.

She put the water on the bedside table and laid down again.

‘ 100, 99, 98…’

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gwynplaine89 · 5 years ago

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Paper hearts (A Fanfic)

Summary: You come home to a very sad Arthur but you always know how to make him smile.

Soft and sweet, no smut.

You hated Mondays. We all do. But it was more likely that you hated what Mondays represented, going back to routine and being away from Arthur for twelve hours a day. And just as you hated Mondays, you also hated Fridays, because on Fridays you worked longer hours at the diner and never came home before 10pm. It was the only day of the week that Arthur arrived at the apartment earlier than you did and even though he was very tired, he always waited up for you, usually watching the Murray Franklin Show. The other week days you liked to cook dinner together, it was something Arthur enjoyed. However, on Fridays you always left him something prepared so he could eat earlier and didn't need to wait until you came home. Today was one such Friday.

- Arthur!! I'm home!!- you announced as soon as you came in.

You felt particularly happy and you owed that happiness to the contents of the bag you carried in your hands. A small surprise for your Arthur.

He usually got up and ran out to greet you, even if he was watching Murray's show. Nothing was more important to him than you.

But today there was no reply and no greeting. You wondered if maybe he had fallen asleep, it was really very late. But as you walked past the kitchen, you saw that the meal you had left him was untouched. Arthur hadn't eaten. You left the bag in the kitchen and went straight to the bedroom. When you found him there, sitting in a corner of the bed, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his head on his knees, an awful sensation of anguish built up inside you.

He wasn't in a state of anxiety, he rather looked like he was in a trance. He was wearing his pajamas and his hair was quite a mess. His beautiful green eyes were open but they had an empty look. And when you noticed that the Murray Franklin Show was on and Arthur wasn't even paying attention, you worried.

You walked over and sat down next to him. You feared he might be sick and you put a hand on his forehead but he didn't feel warm.

It was nights like these when Arthur felt very sad. You noticed in the way his shoulders hung and in how quiet he was. Tonight was one of those nights.

- Arthur, honey, what's wrong?

You came a bit closer, cupped his face with your hands and kissed his nose. It was something he liked and it always made him laugh because it tickled. But today the effect was quite the opposite and as if it was a reflex, tears started to fall from his beautiful green eyes and ran down his cheeks.

- What is it, sweetheart?- you asked with a lump in your throat.

But Arthur remained quiet. You opened your arms and he just fell into them. He clung to your waist, burried his head in your shoulder and silently cried. You held him tightly and mumbled words of love into his ear. You didn't know what had happened but you could very well imagine.

- Don't cry, angel. I'm here. Everything's gonna be alright...

Several minutes went by like this until you felt his body relaxing in your arms and his breathing calming down.

- You wanna tell me what happened?

Arthur wiped his nose with his sleeve and without letting go of your body, he began to speak in a voice so soft you had to put up all your effort to understand what he was saying.

- I t-tripped while I was working...those shoes a-are so big. And the sign I was holding in my hands broke.

You stroke his back as he spoke.

- And when I got back, Hoyt started yelling at me in front of the others and they all made fun of me. He said he would take it out of my pay check.

- Did you get hurt?- you asked, very much concerned.

- No.

You hugged him to your chest and kissed the top of his head. You silently swore to kill Hoyt or at least to kick him in the nuts next time you saw him.

- It's OK, Arthur. You didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident and it happens to all of us. You know...today I broke a mug at the diner.

- You did?- he asked in surprise.

- Yes!- you lied.

It wasn't true but you wanted to make him feel better.

- It just fell and crashed on the floor. I'm very clumsy, too...

Arthur let go of his embrace and looked at your eyes, as if he was silently thanking you for that small comfort. You smiled, kissed his forehead and dried the remaining tears under his eyes. You took his hands in yours and noticed how cold they were. In your mind you cursed yourself for not being able to afford a fucking heater.

- Baby, you're cold.- you said getting up and headed to the living room. You found the blue sweater Arthur had left on a chair and brought it back with you.

- Come, let me put this on you.- you said and with much love you put the sweater on him and buttoned it.

Arthur looked at you with his sweet eyes that were still so sad and your heart could simply not stand to see him like this. You quickly changed into your own pajamas and got into bed with him, taking him in your arms once again.

- Hmmmm, I know how to make you smile...- you said all the sudden. - Close your eyes!-

Arthur did as you said and for a second you watched his beautiful eyelashes that gave him such a sweet look.

You always kept a box of chocolates locked in the drawer of your nightstand. It wasn't like Arthur shouldn't eat them. You just had to keep him from eating them all at once. It had happened the first time you came home with a whole box of chocolates you had gotten for Christmas at work. Arthur had been so excited, rarely did he get the chance to enjoy such luxury and he definitely had a sweet tooth. The poor thing, he hadn't been able to control himself, eating up a dozen chocolates and he had ended up with an upset stomach. You knew this would cheer him up right now and so you opened the drawer and placed the box in his lap.

Arthur opened his eyes and when he saw what you were offering him, he couldn't help but smiling with the joy of a small child.

- Choose one, baby.

- Oh, but... I'm not allowed to touch that box.- he reminded you.

Your heart melted away.

- You are allowed for tonight, sweetheart.

Arthur's eyes grew big at the sight of all those chocolates. You could tell he was having a hard time picking just one.

- You can have two.- you offered.

You felt pure bliss when you saw Arthur enjoying something so small and simple so much. Simple souls are happy with so little...

Arthur hugged you and kissed your cheek, leaving chocolate stains on your skin.

- Thank you.- he whispered.

- Hold on...I still have a surprise for you!!- you said, suddenly remembering the bag you had dropped off in the kitchen.

You came back with it, sat down again and handed it to Arthur. His curious eyes opened wide and he carefully opened the bag. His beautiful face beamed when he realized he was getting a present without it being his birthday or Christmas or any special occasion at all. He was getting a present for the simple fact that he was loved and never ever before you came into his life had anything like that happened.

His eyes were filled with happy tears when he unwrapped the book. Arthur loved books, especially children's books because they were sweet and easy to understand. Above all he loved stories that had animals as their main characters. They weren't cruel and they never had double intentions. They're just like Arthur, you thought to yourself, there's no evil in their hearts. That's why you had chosen this book in particular. Earlier, you had walked past a book shop and the colorful cover with animal drawings had immediately captured your eye. You didn't have much money but you put together all the tips you had received this week and bought it for Arthur. You knew he would like it.

His favorite part was when you read the stories to him. He loved the sound of your voice and the way you made a different voice for every animal. You always allowed him time to run his fingers across the drawings and when he asked you about the meaning of a word he did not understand, you always had the patience to explain it to him. You never read him a sad story, only those with a happy ending. And you loved to read for him. You could read him the same story ten times over and Arthur never got tired of it.

- Thank you...- said Arthur, touched by your generosity. - I don't deserve all these presents. I know they're expensive...-

- You deserve so much more, sweetheart- you replied.

You saw the look in his eyes and knew what he wanted to say and yet he didn't dare. After so long he was still shy to ask this of you.

- You want me to read it to you, darling?- you asked.

- Mhm- said Arthur, hugging your waist and leaning his head against your chest. It was his favorite position because it allowed him to look at the drawings as you turned the pages.

You received him in your arms, covered him with a blanket and kissed the top of his head, enjoying the smell and the softness of his hair.

- My sweet Arthur- you said - I love you with all my heart.-

You read and re-read the book three times over until Arthur's eyes finally closed and he fell asleep in your arms. It was so late.

Ever so carefully, you laid his head down on the pillow, Arthur softly moaning in his sleep at the loss of your embrace.

- Shhh, sleep baby. I'm right here. I'm going nowhere.- you whispered.

Then you pulled the blanket over his body, making sure he was warm and cozy and you watched him sleep for a while. How you wished you could always keep him safe like that, safe from the outside world and from all the pains of life. You couldn't. But at least for tonight you could provide him this much care and comfort and it mattered. Arthur was now soundly asleep, a soft smile drawn onto his beautifully thin lips. And you knew there couldn't be a bigger paradise than this, a small and run down apartment in the ugliest side of the city where, nontheless, lived two hearts that loved each other.

#fanfic arthur fleck

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whenwomenrefuse · 6 years ago

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I have never told this story before.

It was the summer of finishing school, I was 19 years old and had a five-month-long holiday inbetween finishing the final exams for school and starting uni in October. Me and my friends drove to the next bigger city with the train, to go out, almost every weekend. We went on concerts and metal parties, and sure, we also drank a bit (In Germany the legal drinking age is 16 for beer and 18 for liquor), but due to the expensiveness of the drinks, it was never more than two, maybe three longdrinks. This may sound like a lot, but the way they are mixed there’s usually barely any alcohol in them. Therefore drinking three of these will still let you be almost sober. Also, my body had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, and I’d really had have to drink heavily in order to get actually drunk. Additionally, I’d been having these exact two to three drinks every weekend for months, I knew exactly how many of them I could drink without an effect (1-2), I knew how many I’d need to drink to get slightly tipsy (3-4), and how much to get noticeably tipsy (5 and up). I was also used to taking a cab to the train station in the city (about 10 minutes), taking a 20-minute train ride and then a 10-minute walk home, in the village I lived in. I knew exactly at what point during the evening I’d have to stop drinking, to be sober when leaving for home. Since the parties only started at 10pm and the last train came at 1:30 am, I never stayed long enough to be actually wasted. What I’m trying to make clear is that while I was just 19 years old, I was used to alcohol, I was used to the locations where we partied, I had a close group of friends who travelled with me, I had self-imposed strict times when I left the party for home, and I knew exactly what I was drinking and how it would affect me. In short, I was partying and drinking responsibly.

Going out in a tight knit community such as the one we found ourselves in, due to our taste in music, it means you start to recognize the same faces in the venues you go to for concerts, for parties, for festivals, the people you stand in line with at the bar, are the people who organize the next show, who own the record label, who play in the bands. You start to know people and they start to know you. The older people look out for the younger ones, make sure they’re handling their drinks, make sure they know when to leave to catch their trains/buses etc. Girls and women have whatsapp chats dedicated to leaving the venue together, so that nobody has to go home alone. In short, I had a strong sense of familiarity and security with these people. Then that day came.

There was a concert, five bands from the wider region were coming to our city and playing a concert. The subgenres they played were pretty broad, and some of them were big enough to attract their own fans to the venue, people from further away and people who otherwise weren’t involved with the local scene. Needless to say it was incredibly full that night. The last band that played was one of our friends, so we had made plans with one of them, to spend the night in his flat, he had a big sofa and two camp beds, and his flatmate was out of town, so one of us could also spend the night in their room. At that point we knew him for months, and trusted him completely. And it wasn’t like we were only young girls in the group, we were mainly guys, and then me and two other girls. It was a 100% non-sexual sleeping arrangement, and everyone was aware of that. Before the show, we went to his flat to drop off our things for the night, and to help him transport his equipment over to the venue. Then the problems started.

You see, music scenes can be complicated, especially the underground scenes, and some subgenres and their fans don’t go well with each other. That night there was a mixture of a lot of different genres, which each had a mixture of people in the crowd. You had your leather jacket bruisers to whom music ended in the mid-80s, paired with super niche neo avantgarde experimental metal, just to name an example, and there were some tensions in the crowd. People were rowdier than usual, and some got ridiculously wasted. There had been some instances where security actually had something to do, prying drunkards from each other, before they could throw blows at the other’s face. I was still more or less new to the scene, having existed in the microcosmos of my home city for years, and never really gone out anywhere else. I wasn’t used to this in the way that I am now. I was uncomfortable, and I stopped drinking after my first drink. I quickly became aware of how sober I was, as everyone around me got increasingly wasted. One band from Dortmund got kicked out of backstage (sounds more prestige than it is – it’s just a backroom with a sofa) for “doing coke on my sofa”, as the owner put it. They riled up their posse and started having fights with the people who organized the show, culminating in the schedule being changed, so that they would play earlier than planned, just so they would leave as soon as possible. They didn’t like that at all, and you could hear the shouting from backstage inbetween songs.

In the end, I decided to leave early. I wrote in the whatsapp chat if any of the other girls wanted to head to the train station together, but nobody answered. I waited for an hour, but nobody wanted to leave. Then 1am came, and with that my last chance to take the train. I asked once more, but still nobody wanted to leave. Walking alone in that part of the city, where all of the concert halls and clubs were, on a weekend, was a really bad idea. People got mugged and worse, one of my friends was mugged that summer, so it was just a security measure not to travel alone. I stayed. I went to the bar and ordered my second drink of the evening. Hours had passed since the first drink, and there was no way this one could have made me as drunk as I became.

I remember waiting at the bar for a long time. But that was okay, it was full that evening and I had all the time in the world (the second-to-last band were just finishing up their show, the band of my friend hadn’t even set up their equipment yet, I’d be stuck at the venue for at least another hour). One of the friends of the band from Dortmund was there. He noticed a patch on my jacket, we talked about Blackthrash, he offered to buy me my drink. I tried to decline, telling him truthfully, that I was more interested in girls, but he insisted, saying he didn’t want to buy me a drink because he wanted to get laid, but just because he liked me. It was a nice gesture, I didn’t really believe him, but accepted the drink out of politeness. I saw my acquaintance at the bar pour me the same drink I had had so many times before, there was no way she was responsible for this. She gave the drinks to him, he paid for them, offered me my drink and toasted with me. Then he asked if I wanted to go to the outside part of the venue for a smoke. I said sure. I felt bad that he had just bought me a drink. The whole time I was so fixed on him, I was so sure he had bad intentions, he came with the rowdy band, he was one the ones that had been involved with the small fights earlier, he had the look of a typical bruiser, long ratty hair, 80’s mustache, crusty jeans vest, bruised knuckles, and he seemed to be a lot older than me, that I started being hyperaware of what he did, if he was trying to slip something in my drink or lead me to a lonely corner, that I let my guard down for anything else. He wasn’t the problem. My friend, at whose place I was staying the night was.

My friend saw me talk to the guy from Dortmund, he came over instantly and started talking about how he was about to play, that the crowd was getting so much bigger than before, how awful the previous band had been and that’s why he stayed sober during shows, because he just loves music so much. It was a horrible mess of ego running wild, geared at pushing the other guy’s buttons. He was amiable enough to ignore the jabs and just talk on. Sometime during the conversation I handed my drink to my friend, just to tie my shoe. During that moment, the guy from Dortmund had turned his back to us, to light a cigarette against the wind, and I was tying my shoe. It must have happened then. When I got my drink back from my friend, it didn’t take long. I was ridiculously wasted within a short amount of time. The guy from Dortmund was friendly enough and took care of me, giving me water to drink and keeping an eye on me, but eventually he had to leave with the band from Dortmund (who had been kicked out for punching the owner of the venue), to head home, so he found the only person he knew to look after me, my friend.

My friend was about to play, and he took me backstage, propped me up on the sofa and started groping me, that’s as much as I remember, then my memories fail. But the memory was all hazy, it was difficult to tell if I had just dreamed it, or if it had actually happened. The next time I woke up was after the gig, hours later. The other bandmates had already loaded their equipment into my friend’s car and left with a cab for home, the owner of the place was already announcing his place would close shortly (venues in Germany have to close at 5am). I woke up with a spinning head. My shirt was ripped at the neckline and I had love bites all on my neck and sternum. I felt horrible and didn’t remember the evening as clearly as I do now. I still thought the guy from Dortmund was responsible for this. Especially since my friend was being so caring and friendly with me, and telling me how he had seen that the guy from Dortmund had apparently taken advantage of me in my supposedly drunk state. He told me my friends had gone home when they read my message in the whatsapp chat, leaving me alone with him. I believed him without further thought. He was sober, he was the friend I trusted, the guy from Dortmund was a stranger who had showcased his violent tendencies in the fights before. I went with my friend, never second guessing.

Still drowsy from what I had thought was drink, I fell asleep during the car ride to his place, and I had difficulty walking straight, when we went up to his flat. Instead of leading me to the living room, where the sofas and field beds stood, he led me to his room, claiming to “take care of me”. Then he closed his room door and said “There now, we’re home. No need to be coy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, and tried to ask him about it, but all of my words were slurred and I was ashamed of seeming drunk. He just told me to go to sleep in his bed, that it was fine, that he’d take care of me. Then he joined me on his bed, running his fingers over my face. I told him “no”, but he didn’t stop. I told him “I don’t want this. Stop”, but he pulled my head into a kiss. I tried to shove him off the bed and then he hit me, wrestled himself on top of me and ripped up my shirt completely. I started crying and asked him to please stop, please don’t, please leave me alone. But everything I said made him angrier. He pushed me down, whenever I squirmed he choked me. So I stopped moving. He tugged and ripped my clothes from my body and stuffed my underwear in my mouth. Then he turned me around and tied my hands and neck to his bed. I tried to fight him off, but I couldn’t. I was hazy and exhausted and my body froze up in fear. I had never been beaten before. If I moved, I choked, if I tried to scream, I choked, if I cried too loud for his liking, I choked. And so I just… lay there. And endured it. All the time he grunted about how I had to stop being so coy, how he knew I wanted this, how I had baited him with the guy from Dortmund, how I was his wh*re, how long he had wanted to do this, how he deserved this and so on and so forth.

When it was over he lay down next to me and smiled at me, telling me how good I was in bed, and if I needed aftercare. He pretended that this had just been some bdsm roleplay, but it wasn’t. He let me lie there, tied to to his bedpost, gagged, bruised and naked, unable to move, to talk or to scream, while he berated me on how consensual what he did had just been. But it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t. He said things like “Oh, you should have told me you’re new to bdsm, this was just roleplay”. But I knew that wasn’t true. And when he finally untied me, I ran and never looked back.

I know I should have gone to the police, but I was 19 and stupid and thought nobody would believe me. I live in a conservative town, and just the month before there had been a big court case, in which there had been video evidence of a woman being raped, and her abusers had framed it as a consensual bdsm scene, and had walked away from court without a sentence. I was sure my situation would turn out the same. And all of his rambling about had gotten to me. I started doubting myself. I started believing that it had actually just been a normal scene for him. And I was so ashamed of myself. I had broken all of the rules I had been taught. Never travel on your own, never leave your drink unattended, fight your assaulter with all the power you can muster. I stopped showing up at the local scene, until I eventually moved away, for fear of meeting him. When I moved town, I finally mustered the courage to go out again. And I want to explicitly say that what happened to me has nothing to do with the music scene involved. I have met so many nice and good-hearted people running shows and metal bars, I don’t want to scare you away from this type of music scene. I just need to tell my story.

It’s been years, but sometimes I wake up in the night, still drowsy from sleep, and for a heartbeat my mind brings me back to that place. I can’t have sex the way I used to, I’m always always reminded of that night. But I never told my partners. I never told my friends. I didn’t even tell my family. That one night is eating away at me, every day of my life. And I needed to get this story off my chest. If there is one thing I can tell you is please, do all of those things you thought was not necessary or overdoing it. Know your alcohol tolerance. Be aware of how many drinks you can drink to reach what stage of drunkenness. As soon as there’s a deviation – tell your trusted(!) friends. Even if you’re sure nobody spiked your drink, it may have just been someone you hadn’t had your attention on. Never travel alone at night, and if you’re in a travelling group, stick to that group, even if you’re told “Oh, they went home early”. Call them. Just to be sure. If my friends would have been in his flat, it wouldn’t have happened. If you don’t know someone well enough and have to spend the night at their place, don’t do it alone. Especially at a distant friend’s place. Meeting someone at parties and being alone with them is vastly different. No matter how safe you feel in the venue you’re going out, even if everybody knows each other and there are whatsapp groups dedicated to women for going home together, don’t get lulled into a false sense of security. Know the people you trust and stick to them. If you’ve wrote to them that you’re going home, but you return to the venue instead, let them know. And lastly, the one I’m the most upset about, that I didn’t do. If you wake up in a venue like mine, there’s going to be staff at the bar, organizers from the concert, security staff at the door, people who sale the tickets, people who clean the toilets, just any staff member. If your memory is hazy, don’t let the people you wake up to tell you what happened. Find someone from the staff, tell them you were drugged and assaulted and that you need to LEAVE. Most staff of nightclubs and concert halls will bring to to a safe staff-only room, call you a cab, and make sure you can leave without your assaulter noticing. If you have no place to go like I did, because the train doesn’t arrive til morning, go to the police. Even if you’ve had bad experiences with them before, go to the police and tell them what happened and that you have no place to go. If you think you’ve been drugged, you can opt to make a test there. Even if you haven’t been drugged, just made drunk, you can find shelter for the night there, or they will sometimes even bring you home, especially if you’re underage. Even if you get in trouble for breaking curfew, or underage drinking, it doesn’t matter. Those are things that will trouble you for about a month. What happened to me will eat away at my soul for the rest of my life. Whatever you do, find help as soon as you notice something is wrong. Don’t wait, don’t let people tell you what you need. Tell the staff, tell the police. Get out of there.

#yesallwomen #submission #personal #personal stories #content warning: violence

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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try to praise the mutilated world 1/2 (raja x adore) - goneawaygirl

A/N: Hello! First time poster, long time navel-gazer. Basically, this stems from the wholehearted belief that Sutan Amrull is absolute magic incarnate, and Adore is the cutest potential bruja that ever partied. So, strap in for nearly 5k of pining, sex magic, and a love/hate relationship with LA. This chapter is Raja x Adore, the next will be a more traditional pairing, but I’ll let you figure out which :) content warning for Adore’s potty mouth.

For Adore, there’s this thing about Los Angeles: primarily, it’s disgusting. Seriously.

Sure, there’s Malibu and Palos Verdes (a stretch), Topanga Canyon and the Griffith Observatory. Beverly Hills and Bel Air. Where you can’t even call yourself a fucking Angeleno — Beverly fucking 90210 is almost another country entirely, in Adore’s eyes.

But then there’s Hollywood Boulevard. Her metaphorical address, and all. Porn shops and barbed wire. Crumbling concrete curbs and one unpaid parking violation after another. West Hollywood after 10pm, and Sunset bars at all times, where drunken bathroom trysts are almost mandated in the same “employees are required to wash their hands before exiting the restroom,” fashion.

Grimy, grungy, dimly lit interiors with crackling neon hum infusing the air — that’s what she misses. When she’s performing in Seattle, in Australia, in Brazil, wherever. She misses the insistent, pounding LA heat and LA beat almost as much as she misses her mom. Her mom might slap her for that.

And here, now, back in Los Angeles, in the oppressive smog of bodies trying to be somebodies, she wishes she could just have space to be. Typical, wanting what you can’t have in the moment. Adore nearly snorts into her drink at the unfortunate parallels her mind loves to bring to the forefront.

Adore’s skin has been shifting since she stepped off the plane, adjusting once again to the energy of has-beens and to-bes, and the particular aura of fans that think they’ll gain some sort of cred by fucking her. And maybe they could — she’s a pretty good lay.

Tonight, though, she’s not performing, she’s only half in drag, and she’s pretty sure no one here wants to fuck her. She supposes she could have tried harder (and someone’s always lobbing that particular criticism at her), but it’s Wednesday night at the Abbey, and she’s a wingwoman. She’s not looking to get laid, and she’s not looking to be recognized, but wingwomen do have to look their mediocre-to-best for whomever they’re accompanying to Ladies’ Night.

So, she’s slapped on a nude lip, a fantastically early-2000s umber eye, and a pair of falsies, and is towering above most of the rowdy, female-identifying crowd in convincing pleather leggings and the spiked, chunky heels she brought from one of Seattle’s many vintage clothing/coffee/bookshops.

Well, maybe someone amidst the pulsing blue and purple lightswants to fuck her, but her own energy is so fucking wack-a-doodle that she doesn’t think she’d be able to stand an advance. To be perfectly honest, something’s been off for Adore ever since she touched down, and with a three hour flight, it’s not jet lag.

Adore sighs, rubbing her temples. Courtney (no, not that Courtney) has been MIA for the last twenty minutes, and Adore would rather not make herself known just to confirm the suspicion that her high school best friend is successfully picking someone up in a dark corner or the aforementioned bathroom. Courtney is more than capable of taking care of herself, and whomever else might enjoy her company.

Adore’s been standing in a corner, half-listening to the snatches of conversation thrown around her, and half people-watching, but she decides that she’ll need one more drink before she orders a Lyft home and tries to sneak past her mom, who was expecting a visit Friday, not Wednesday midnight. As soon as she polishes off her G&T, steeling herself for the journey to the bar, a prickle runs up the back of her neck. She feels long fingers on her shoulder before she sees her.

“Adore Delan-hoe, what the fuck?” Raja sounds delighted, and more than a little under the influence. There’s a velvety softness to her words, even over the sometimes desperate shouting of a hundred people who only get one night of loud music and mandated flirting a week from this establishment (hallowed be the Abbey’s name).

“Bitch!” Adore yells by way of response, as Raja forgoes the hug, or handshake, or anything that might be considered within modern boundaries of politeness to instead tug at Adore’s ever-longer hair. Another way Adore can see Raja’s intoxication is in the determined, weed-stare focus she gives to running her fingers through Adore’s hair. The sleeve of Raja’s (chiffon? taffeta? whatever it is, if floats across the room just like Raja) robe slides down, and Adore can’t help but notice her thin-boned, black-tipped fingers and delicate wrists, and the markings of a tattoo.

“You still growing this out? It’s gorgeous, honey. Gorgeous.” Adore has to keep herself from laughing in Raja’s sweet, beautiful face. One: because she looks so goddamn endearing with her fingers twisted in Adore’s (really, not that special) hair, and two: because the idea of Raja calling anything gorgeous on anyone else is laughable. Adore doesn’t know anyone who has ever been on Raja’s level, in or out of drag — well, Adore’s got a thing for Bianca and Danny’s got a thing for Roy, but she’d rather not think about that now, or ever.

Raja flicks her own salt-and-pepper hair subconsciously, and Adore snaps back to the present feeling of absolute inferiority. As opposed to her past feeling of…absolute inferiority.

“So what the hell are you doing here? You into chicks now?” Adore decides to brush past any feeling at all with a bare-all smile and a stupid question.

Raja does laugh, throatily, and it prickles again at the back of Adore’s neck. Adore shrugs to shoo it away, but it persists as a low warning, intensifying with each hazy glance of Raja’s kohl-lined eyes that switches from Adore’s hair to the clubgoers to Adore’s face.

“No, just the wingman tonight! Women are lovely, I love them, but my friend Lily loves them more. I’m just here to say hi, be her good-luck charm,” Raja says flippantly, scanning the crowd.

Adore laughs. “That’s exactly why I’m here, too. My friend Courtney is fucking wild about Wednesdays, but I’m just hanging. Just got in—“

“I just got in from P-town! Coincidence of the year, huh?” Raja’s gaze alights on something. “What does your friend look like?”

“Short, brunette, cute. Glasses,” Adore says, startled into an answer.

“Off-the-shoulder red dress?”

“Yeah.”

Raja laughs again. “I don’t think either of us will be needed here any longer.”

Coincidence of the motherfucking year, Adore thinks, following Raja’s outstretched hand to see Courtney, and presumably Lily, “talking” way too close to each other, in line for the bathroom. A moment later, their hands are linked, and Adore’s temples throb for a second.

“Fuck,” is all Adore says out loud.

“Well, we’ve fulfilled our duties, congrats to the both of us. Wanna find a different scene?” Raja asks after a smile in the new couple’s direction.

“Oh,” Adore stumbles. “Well, Courtney was sort of my place to crash. I think I should just hit up my mom at this point - was planning on seeing her later anyway, you know?”

The Abbey itself isn’t exactly her regular scene, and she could follow Raja to Micky’s, or Revolver, or even Whisky-a-Go-Go like the punk-ass kids they are, but all in all, she’s a little worried to be in Raja’s presence at a club. She’s not ready to watch Raja pick up some beautiful twink and strand her with a wave and a blown kiss. Normally, that would be fine, but tonight, she just needs to be away from the aggressiveness of West Hollywood gaydom.

“Don’t do that. You’re an hour away, at least.” Raja grabs Adore by the wrist, pulling her in a manner more obliviously intimate than purposefully conspiratorial. Adore’s nerves are everywhere now — her temples, her neck, a roiling in the pit of her stomach. Adore winces, letting out an involuntary whimper of discomfort.

“Hey,” Raja’s eyes darken, real concern flitting over her features. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, of course, just—“ Adore is interrupted by a burst of color behind her eyelids, and her hand flies to her forehead. “Just a fucking miserable headache.”

“Ok, let’s get you out of here,” Raja says, and Adore has never heard Raja with a serious tone before — always a joke or a dry remark. “There is no reason you shouldn’t just sleep at my place. And I’ve got too many drugs for that headache.”

“Bitch, you’re a walking pharmacy. I could hear you rattling up to me, like the crypt keeper or some shit,” Adore says, smiling despite herself. Raja laughs again, and Adore wants to shout at the energy that runs down her spine. “Thanks, though. I mean, if you don’t mind, I really do just need to sleep,” she says instead, smiling wider to mask the frisson.

Adore has slept over at Raja’s before, but only as a part of a group of out-of-town queens that gets too shit-faced to find their way to their friends’ Culver City apartments. A little bit of excitement at the prospect of spending time, alone, in Raja’s presence combines with the insistent, foreign energy to throw her completely off-kilter.

“Don’t mention it. I should get home anyway — this body needs a strict regimen that does not include sleep-deprived one-night stands. Especially after this month,” Raja says, taking Adore’s hand to lead her toward the door. Adore shudders again, the energy running up her arm this time as she accepts.

What the fuck is wrong with her? It’s not like Raja is some sort of ghost of the Demi fucking Moore pottery wheel variety —

Adore pushes the thought out, instead using her free hand to shoot a quick love you, be safe puta text to Courtney as she winds through the crowd, following Raja’s effortless gait.

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Raja doesn’t so much have a guest room as she has a drag room, and a living room filled with all sorts of cushions and an artfully mismatched couch and ottoman. And a cat bed, which — Raja doesn’t own a cat, as far as Adore is aware.

Adore glances at her phone again for the fourteenth time, wriggling on one of the overstuffed couches. She knows it’s two in the morning - she checked thirty seconds ago - but she can’t bring herself to get up, take her contacts out, clean the shit off her face, and finally go to sleep. The buzz in her body has receded to a dull hum, but it’s still there, taunting her.

She’s tried reading a few of the various magazines (W, Vogue, National Geographic) on Raja’s coffee table, or investigating the tchotchkes strewn around the room, but she’s resigned herself to staring at the ceiling, flicking a lighter on and off and periodically checking the phone. There’s a joint in her pocket, but its call is weirdly far away tonight.

“What are you still doing up, girl? I thought you needed to sleep.” Sutan rounds the couch corner, settling with his butt on the coffee table to face Adore. He’s de-dragged, his hair in a swooping wave over his clean face, fresh but for the slightest hint of dark circles under his eyes. He’s wearing another robe, a silky chocolate affair, but Adore’s 85 percent sure it’s hiding a tank top and basketball shorts.

“Yeah. I thought I did, too. It’s like — what the fuck, body? Send me the right signals, goddammit,” Adore says, only half-joking. She attempts to sit up, but Sutan’s palm against her forehead stops her.

“Hold on,” Sutan says, brow furrowing in concentration. “Do you still have that headache?”

His palm is dry and cool against Adore’s forehead, and Adore closes her eyes, shocked by how good it feels. The buzzing evaporates completely for a moment, leaving Adore with a simple, strange sense of bliss in the quiet. It takes her a moment to remember Sutan’s question.

“Not when you do that,” she answers honestly. Sutan runs his thumb from the bridge of her nose back to her forehead, humming in response. Adore keeps her eyes closed as Sutan continues, softly moving both hands to her scalp, and then along the sides of her temples. The air around Adore seems to flow more regularly now, and she breathes deeply, hedonistically. This feels right.

“What was wrong?” Adore realizes she had said that out loud, but Sutan asks in such a low, river-water-over-stone voice, his strong, graceful, makeup-god fingers moving in aimless circles. She can’t bring herself to be embarrassed.

“I…uh. I think I might be having some sort of energy crisis?” Adore says, testing the waters with an upward inflection.

“Mm,” Sutan encourages, movements remaining cool and sweet. Adore sighs again, deeply, soothed by someone so devoid of malice. If Adore didn’t know Sutan personally, she wouldn’t think he was human.

“I don’t know, but it’s like this shit that my cousins would tell me — like I have to get my aura cleansed or something. Ever since I got off the goddamn plane, it’s like I want to jump out of my skin. And it’s like — Los Angeles is my fucking home, yeah, but something about me, about me being here is so off. And if felt so weird at the club, and it’s usually chill. But it’s like, clawing at me. It wants me to notice something. I just don’t know what…”

Adore trails off, vaguely aware that she’s close to losing her breath. All she wants is to keep Sutan’s hands on her forever. She cringes at that thought — maybe she’s just too horny.

“Maybe my body just wants to tell me I’ve been a fucking slut for too damn long? I don’t know,” Adore tries again, but it sounds weak even to her ears.

“But what else is new?” Sutan teases. He sweeps a languid path down to her throat, fingers playing at the vee between her collarbones. They sit in silence for another minute, Adore’s breathing pattern returning to normalcy.

“So, it’s not a headache,” Sutan states, breaking the pause. Adore shakes her head.

“Yeah. I mean, no. But I don’t know what to call it.” Adore opens her eyes, finally. Sutan is hunched over slightly in order to reach her, his hair tucked behind his ears to keep it from falling. “Whatever it is, you’re helping.”

“Hm,” Sutan acknowledges. Adore almost whines when he stands up. “Get up.”

“What?” Adore blinks, startled by the abrupt change of attitude. Sutan towers above her, folding his arms across his waist, a shoulder of the robe sliding down to reveal glossy skin in the lamplight of the living room. No wifebeater, I guess, Adore thinks absentmindedly.

“We’re going to try something. But you should clean up, first.” Sutan steps back from the couch, and he seems…not nervous. Apprehensive? Whatever it is, Adore is curious. She swings her legs from the couch, dizzy as she sits up. The buzz returns, skipping over her body, and she swears.

“Is it back?” Sutan asks, and Adore nods. Sutan walks into the kitchen, and returns with a plastic cup of water, pressing it into her hand.

“Finish this, and clean up,” Sutan repeats. Adore is struck by his tone — still low, but there’s an edge to it. She swallows, nods, and heads to the bathroom, hoping she can find Sutan’s makeup wipes.

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Danny steps out of the bathroom, finishing the water. He’s grabbed a Sharon Needles t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh (a feat, considering his height), and a pair of tight briefs from the clean laundry basket in the hallway — and don’t think he didn’t smell them to make sure. He’s also splashed a tiny bit of Sutan’s cologne, just because he knows he can’t smell great from two hours in a crowded club.

He walks toward the kitchen slowly, and puts the cup down on the granite countertop, aware of his somewhat blurry vision. Sure, he hasn’t got 20/20, but one night on the fuzzy side is fine. There aren’t any poles for him to walk into.

Sutan, on the other hand, is wearing his glasses now, leafing through a National Geographic on the couch.

“Find anything interesting?” Danny asks, sheepish as he approaches in the borrowed clothing. Sutan pushes his glasses onto his head and drops the magazine back onto the coffee table.

“Just questioning how on earth some people work up the nerve to go photograph a lion,” Sutan says. There’s an additional tension in the air between them now, and Danny thinks if he flicked that lighter on one more time, something might explode.

“Nice shirt,” Sutan says, smiling. Danny blushes, and hopes it doesn’t show. There’s a moment of stale silence, in which Danny doesn’t know how to proceed, but then Sutan gestures to his lap. Danny opens his mouth, then closes it, deciding to act like none of this is out of the ordinary. He walks to the couch, maybe a little too casually.

“Your head. Here,” Sutan says, indicating his lap again, and at this point Danny would be less excited if Sutan was propositioning him for a blow job. Not that he’d say no, but Danny is intrigued by this ‘something’ that Sutan wants to try.

Danny drapes himself over the couch as gracefully as he can (not very, given his vision), squirming and shifting until his head reaches Sutan’s thighs. The shadows and shapes from the lamplight roll playfully across Sutan’s face, highlighting his browbone and cheekbones in turn. It’s a disappointment when he speaks next.

“Close your eyes.” Danny stares at Sutan for a moment, memorizing his features in their blurry glory. Sutan doesn’t smile, but there is a tiny glint in his eyes when he says, “I’ll be here when you open them again.”

“Yeah, duh,” Danny says buoyantly, then closes his eyes. He feels a whoosh of air over his face, Sutan exhaling loudly.

“I’m going to need you to pay attention to where you feel it,” Sutan says.

“It?”

“Whatever you think is throwing your energy off.”

Oh. Danny closes his eyes tighter, as, for the first time, he focuses on the buzz, willing it to show itself. And it does, sizzling to life in his skull, his shoulder blades, his wrists, and his stomach. It’s overwhelming, after denying it and keeping it at bay, to surround himself with the sparking strength of energy, but he grits his teeth and tries to adjust.

“My head,” Danny says, letting out a small gasp. Immediately he feels Sutan’s fingers returning to his temples, and the energy abates.

“Relax,” is all Sutan says, before Danny feels a new wave wash over him. It’s different, though — this one emanates from Sutan’s fingertips, and it cools as it crashes. Danny feels like he’s lowering his head into bathwater on a Sunday morning, but he forgot about the bath for about an hour or so, and now the waters have turned crystal and cold. Mundanity of the association aside, it feels breathtakingly pure.

“Whoa,” Danny says, as the wave passes over his body, and dissipates. The buzzing is gone from his head, but it’s still present everywhere else.

“Where now?” Sutan asks, and it’s taking everything Danny has not to open his eyes, to probe Sutan with questions.

“Shoulders.”

Sutan’s hands move to his shoulders, and dig in to the muscle. Danny bites his lip as he’s once again immersed, the sensation primarily moving along his shoulders and back, and over his ass. Danny bites down harder as Sutan rolls his knuckles along Danny’s shoulders.

“Where now?” It’s a game, almost, Sutan’s voice deepening with each repetition and Danny’s whole body sinking into a sort of pliant benediction.

Danny feels greedy, as he says, “Hands. Wrists. Both.”

Sutan’s hands cover his, but this feels different — the buzzing stops, but his hands feel oversensitive, especially as Sutan lifts his right hand. Lips brush his wrist, and Danny yelps in surprise, eyes open.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked,” Sutan says. “Can I —“

“You can touch me,” Danny blurts, then giggles nervously, hoping he’s not coming across as desperate. “It felt good, I just — I wasn’t ready.”

Sutan stares at him for a moment, calculating, and Danny swears he sees a blue-silver haze emanating from Sutan’s hands as he lifts Danny’s hand to his lips. When he kisses it again, Danny swallows. The cooling sensation snakes around his wrist and his arm, and the buzzing in Danny’s stomach intensifies, along with a stab of arousal. Danny is suddenly aware of how unbearably sober the both of them are.

Sutan kisses his fingertips, and Danny’s mouth goes completely dry. Sutan looks like a fucking wet dream, with his robe falling open to reveal that perfect skin, those fucking collarbones. Danny doesn’t know where to look — Sutan’s long hair, long lashes, corded tendons of his throat, or full lips on Danny’s wrist again.

When Sutan meets his eyes, Danny is almost knocked back by the force of his gaze. It’s fucking entrancing, hypnotizing — Sutan is some sort of motherfucking brujo, and Danny is…embarrassingly into it. He closes his eyes and wiggles his hips minutely, willing the t-shirt to be even longer, to cover what is sure to be a noticeable erection.

“Where now?” Sutan is evil. Danny is sure of it — there’s a smirk in his words, and there’s no way Sutan doesn’t know the effects of his fingers. Or his goddamn mouth. Or his BDSM voice.

Hands find Danny’s once again, and something sparks between them as Sutan laces their fingers together.

“Where now?”

The air around them smells like a meeting of smoke and the water’s edge, and Danny imagines them as steam, curling together in the atmosphere. Danny can’t bring himself to speak — he’s hard, and dammit, Sutan just wanted to help him out, right? He’s never showed any sort of sexual interest in Danny, or Adore. Danny’s on the verge of calling it off, and making an appointment for a chiropractor, or an acupuncturist — something normal people would do, when —

“Show me, if you can’t tell me.” Sutan’s hands are still in his, and that voice brooks no dissent. Danny swallows (goddamn, how dry can his mouth get?), and leads Sutan’s hands to his lower abdomen.

“Good boy,” Sutan murmurs, his fingers spreading to tap along Danny’s hipbones. Danny lets out a noise that’s suspiciously close to a whimper, his stomach clenching.

“This is where you feel it the most, isn’t it?” Sutan asks, his thumbs spreading the cotton of the t-shirt. Danny nods, and then nods again, hesitantly, when he feels Sutan tugging on the bottom hem of the t-shirt.

Oh god. Sutan’s hands are against bare skin now, sweeping along the waistband of the briefs. Danny swears they leave a track of energy in their wake, absorbing into his skin.

“This might hurt,” Sutan says, impossibly close to Danny’s ears. His voice is surrounding Danny now, and all Danny can do is grit his teeth in anticipation. Sutan’s fingers creep under the waistband of the briefs, settling right above Danny’s pelvis, and then he digs his fingers in.

Danny moans — Sutan’s fucking hand magic sinks into him, curling and twisting, fighting with the buzzing that now responds in full force to the intruder. Danny feels insane, as he rocks, unable to keep still, caught on the precipice of pain and discomfort, and the most persistent arousal he’s ever felt.

“Let it work itself out,” Danny hears. “Relax.”

Relax. Relax. Relax.

“I can’t,” Danny gasps, writhing. “How — how are you doing this? What is this?”

Suddenly, Sutan is hauling him up to a semi-sitting position, resting Danny’s head against his chest. Arms surround Danny, pulling him close, and Danny automatically turns his head to press the whisper of a kiss Sutan’s throat. Danny’s skin feels like it’s on fire, and Sutan’s is ice-cold.

“You’re balancing,” Sutan says simply, and Danny laughs in disbelief before Sutan’s hand moves to his stomach again. Danny sees colors popping behind his eyelids again, and everything. Stops.

The buzzing, Sutan’s cool, unadulterated magic, everything.

Danny gasps in a huge gulp of air, coughing and spluttering as if he’d been drowning. It’s a relief, and an ecstasy, to calm down and feel…nothing.

Well, except he’s still hard, and as he shifts, re-adjusting his sitting position against Sutan, who’s still holding him, he feels Sutan’s cock pressing into the curve of his ass.

“Better?” Sutan asks, thumbs rubbing down Danny’s shoulders to his wrists.

“You cunt,” Danny says, opening his eyes and blinking into the shadows. “You never told me you were a motherfucking witch. That was — how did you learn to do that?”

Sutan’s chest rises and falls in another laugh.

“You didn’t think it was all just glitter and eyeliner, did you?” Sutan asks, taunting gently. His fingers are wandering again, and Danny shakes off the last vestiges of his stupefied state to launch himself rather inelegantly off of Sutan’s lap, and turn back to straddle him instead.

Danny grabs Sutan’s wrists, and holds them tightly to the sides of his body. Sutan’s eyes darken again, and his lips part minutely.

“What are you doing?” Sutan asks lazily, and he knows exactly what Danny is doing, the bitch.

“No fucking magic, Sutan. I’m not doing magic. You helped me — God knows how you did it, but I feel —“ Danny ponders for a moment, concentrating on bringing the buzzing back to his body, but nothing. “I feel like me.”

Danny stares at Sutan for a long moment — he was wrong. Sutan has every goddamn right to call someone beautiful and mean it.

“Thank you,” Danny says, hoping his sincerity comes across.

“No need,” Sutan replies, his body going slack under Danny’s grip.

“Oh, no. There is. You know I owe you this,” Danny says, tightening his hold on Sutan’s wrists and grinding into him.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Sutan says, but there’s a catch in his voice that lets Danny know he’s on the right track.

“Maybe not. I want it, though. Do you?” Danny grinds against him again, and as soon as he sees Sutan’s eyes fall to half-lidded, he grins and dives in to capture Sutan’s lips.

And holy fuck, Sutan can kiss. Slowly, and wetly, and with a lazy intensity that sets Danny on fire in a much more familiar way. Sutan’s hands reach his for face as they part, rubbing a thumb across Danny’s lips, which he takes into his mouth with a groan.

“Touch me,” Sutan smirks, and Danny smirks right back as he grabs Sutan’s wrists again and lifts them above his head.

“Hold on,” Danny says. “This might hurt.”

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“You know, I could teach you,” Sutan murmurs tiredly, when they’re sprawled out in his bed, naked and warm and sore.

“How to bottom?”

Danny yelps as Sutan slaps his ass in retribution.

“No, asshole.” Sutan turns on his side, reaches out to stroke Danny’s hair from his eyes. “I am well aware of how much you know about bottoming. How to help someone else.”

The silence stretches between them, taut until Danny rolls away from Sutan.

“I don’t know if anyone would really want my help. Besides, there’s no way I could do what you do.”

Sutan huffs out a noise of disagreement, pulling Danny back to face him. Danny studies his face again — the stubble starting to form on his chin, the tiniest hint of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. Sutan is not ageless, but Danny’s starting to think he has a lot more of that ageless wisdom than he lets on.

“I can think of one person in particular,” Sutan says pointedly.

“Wha—“

“You’re not fooling anyone, Adore,” Sutan says, drawing out the o. “But I think he could use it. He could use your help.”

Danny chews his bottom lip — a bad habit with the amount of lipstick and makeup remover that it faces. Sure, having that sort of experience again wouldn’t be something he’s opposed to. Especially not if it’s with Roy. But Roy would probably laugh in his face — assume it’s part of his little mermaid schtick, and then he’d never hear the end of it.

“And I think you could use his,” Sutan finishes.

“I don’t —“

“Let me at least teach you,” Sutan says, stretching with an obnoxious yawn and crack of his neck. “And then you can decide what you want to do with it.”

That’s the end of the conversation for now, as Sutan settles with his arm draped across Danny’s chest. Danny waits in the rhythmic comfort of Sutan’s breathing until he can tell that Sutan’s dead to the world.

“Ok,” Danny whispers, his heart rate taking off again despite his exhaustion. His hand finds Sutan’s wrist, and he concentrates for a minute, two, three, until he can hear the faintest buzz between his shoulderblades.

“Ok.”

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#goneawaygirl #biadore #adore delano #raja gemini #modern witches #magic #light smut #pining af #cw cursing #rpdr fanfiction #ttptmw #rajadore #canon compliant

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globalsource-blog · 7 years ago

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The Taiwan Correspondent - Episode 1

It’s been a while since I’ve written a piece on here about my travels. Since moving to Taiwan I’ve been busy to say the least, but the time is now, and here I present to anyone who cares to read it my attempt to distil into writing some sense of what I’ve been up to in my first two months on this Illa Formosa.

I arrived here, by way of Dubai, on the evening of the 31st of August. When I’d reclaimed my bags and passed through immigration without having to present any of the many documents, photocopies and extra passport photographs which I’d brought like magic charms to ward off evil spirits, I caught the airport train into the city of Taipei. I was headed to a hostel right by the main train station, which was a welcome thought as my bags were weighed down with books, my tent, sleeping bag and camp stove… I’d had a hard time deciding what to bring, and in the end decided on pretty much everything, stopping short of a skateboard. I caught the train at just the right time to watch the last half hour of golden daylight washing over hillsides whose wooded slopes were interspersed with small brick buildings, the occasional temple and gradually more and more concrete as we came closer to Taipei. On arrival, I shouldered my bags and set out to find my hostel.

Unfortunately, the universe had decided that I should first make a brief tour of the neighbourhood with the help of an energetic man who spoke bad English, worse Chinese and claimed to be called Henry. He also claimed to be from Portsmouth despite his strong and distinctly non-English accent, and was evasive when I asked what he was doing in Taipei. Anyway, he was keen to help me find my hostel, and proceeded to do exactly the opposite by leading me in every possible wrong direction, bags and all, in the heat of the Taiwanese evening (around 30 Celsius at the time). Eventually he seemed to lose interest, and with a vigorous handshake, passed me off onto a pair of local girls, insisting that they help me. Bemused and a little relieved, I was not unhappy to see that strange and enigmatic individual stride away into the night. Free to make my own way, I soon came to the hostel, passing by at least five convenience stores, a temple (Taipei’s streets are home to many Taoist and Buddhist places of worship) and many of the small, family-run restaurants open to the street which are characteristic of Asian cities. I had booked into Flip Flop Main Station Hostel, whose slightly strange name, according to their website, reflects the “flip flop philosophy”, which seems to have something to do with a laid-back travelling mentality and also their no-shoes-inside policy. In all honesty I could take or leave the philosophy, what I required was a cold shower and a bed, and after checking in I took full enjoyment in both. After hours of breathing recycled cabin air, trying to escape the Duty Free maze in Dubai and tramping around Taipei like an overladen pack mule, I was ready for a long sleep.

I’d discussed doing a work-exchange program with the hostel management in the weeks prior, with the aim of earning free accommodation in return for some kind of work on my part. I’d billed myself as a kind of human Swiss-army knife – translator, artist, vegan chef, blogger – casting a net wide enough to hopefully catch myself a job and save some money on rent. I managed it, but not quite how I’d imagined… I was signed up as night receptionist at Main Station’s nearby sister hostel Flip Flop Garden, working 10pm ‘til 4am, three times a week, keeping the place ticking over by checking in guests, giving out towels and sending booking confirmation emails, to name only the most exciting aspects of my new profession. Nothing beats free stuff, though, and even if it was just for the first couple of months (I’ve since arranged to only do one shift a week), I wanted to save some money to set aside for travels during the rest of the year. I’d decided against living in university accommodation because I didn’t want to live surrounded by other foreign students, speaking English all the time and inhabiting a self-imposed bubble. I have no regrets about this choice; even despite my slightly vampire-like schedule, I get to practice speaking and listening to Mandarin every day with the other staff here, and being the only staff member on shift at night means often having to use my Chinese under pressure. `

With my accommodation sorted, next on the agenda was exploring Taipei, and getting set up at National Taiwan University, my academic home for the coming year. The first of these was a lot of fun; I spent the first few weeks wandering all around the city whenever I got chance, walking the streets and exploring different neighbourhoods on the public rental bikes. I’ll write more about Taipei itself in another post, as it deserves more than a quick mention to do it justice. However, suffice it to say that it is a thoroughly modern, well-ordered and bustling metropolis, occupying a natural depression in the landscape, meaning it is surrounded by lush, tree-covered hills. One of these in particular became a frequent spot for me to visit in the evenings; with an incredible night-time view over the city’s skyline, close to the one-time tallest building on the planet, Taipei 101, Elephant Mountain is popular with both tourists and locals. While the view isn’t quite as breathtaking as that from Victoria Peak above Hong Kong, it’s still a beautiful cityscape and helped me to build a mental map of Taipei.

As much as I’d have liked to come to Taiwan with nothing to do but take photos, eat dumplings and explore, I had also come to learn Chinese, and after several months off from my studies I was ready to jump in to whatever NTU had to offer. I first went to the campus a few days after I arrived, and was thoroughly impressed by my first sight of it. The day was hot and the air shimmered as I walked through the gates and down the main boulevard, lined with the tallest, straightest palm trees I’ve ever seen. Like seriously, forget those near-horizontal ones you see on holiday brochures, these things look like they’re on military parade. This broad avenue (imaginatively named Palm Boulevard) led straight to the main library, with red-brick faculty buildings off to either side. I was one of the few people walking around campus; since the site is so big (about twenty minutes from end to end), most students and staff get around on two wheels, and with over 30,000 students, that makes for a lot of bikes. My intention had been to not only to check out the campus but to get ahead of the game by completing my registration early. No dice. When I finally managed to find the right office in the right building, my presence caused chaos for a good fifteen minutes while several members of staff talked agitatedly into telephones and everyone appeared thoroughly confused. A consensus eventually emerged from the voices at the end of the phones: I was a week early, I must register on the same day as everyone else, and there was nothing to be done. So much for my attempt to sidestep the honoured Chinese tradition of bureaucracy which had first been exported to Taiwan back in the Qing dynasty.

I won’t go further into the details of registration, class timetables and textbook purchases, as I would like to keep the attention of those readers who have somehow made it this far into this piece. Suffice it to say that all the right forms were filled, all my paperwork checked out, and I even managed to somehow navigate the incomprehensible online student system to download my timetable. Ten hours a week of Chinese class, with no English spoken in the classroom and around twenty new characters to memorise before each class… my wish to return to some serious Chinese study was well and truly granted, no two ways about it. Between the workload and my duties at the hostel, I haven’t been free to do as I liked; to simply take off into the unknown and get acquainted with the furthest corners of Taiwan, whether on two wheels or by thumbing lifts (a Czech friend managed to make the tour of the island by hitchhiking only a few weeks after arriving), and this has admittedly been a little frustrating, not to mention my confused body clock and occasional need to sleep for 6 hours in the library after an 8am class (thankfully this does not seem to bother anyone in the slightest.

However, it hasn’t all been late check-ins and vocab tests; I’ve made the most of being in Taipei, and you don’t have to go far to experience something incredible. One of the highlights so far has to be the Pingxi sky lantern festival, where I stood with a damp crowd in the rain and watched hundreds of giant sky lanterns defy the elements to fly majestically up and away into the sky, a genuinely uplifting sight which took me a little by surprise. A couple of weeks ago I also took the train out to a village in the mountains to the East to go swimming with some friends at a beautiful waterfall – I will be heading back for sure. After buying a decent road bike a couple of weeks in, riding through the parkland along the banks of the Keelung River has also been a pleasure, and I’m signed up to do some serious cycling with the staff team from the shop where I got my new wheels. Maybe the single biggest factor that has made my recent low-key lifestyle much more enjoyable is the amazing food that I’ve been eating, but here again I need to defer to a later post… there’s no way I can describe the wonders I’ve eaten without the attention they deserve.

Anyway, I hope this post has gone some way to illuminating what the past couple of months have been like for me. I have been busy, I have been deeply immersed in a foreign language daily, and I have eaten a lot of 7-11 noodles (actually surprisingly good). It hasn’t exactly been a highlight reel of Tripadvisor’s highest rated tourist hotspots, but my goal in coming here was and is first and foremost to come out of this year having genuinely experienced life in Taiwan, not to treat it as a year-long opportunity to take the same photos in the same places as every other exchange student. To that end, working in the hostel has been a real success, not necessarily a lot of fun but with the constant practice combined with my studies, I have already seen my fluency in Mandarin develop dramatically. Besides that, these two months of rent-free living have let me save a decent chunk of money, and equipped with tips and recommendations from friends as well as a whole lot more free time, come November, I will appreciate my newfound freedom.

I will be trying to keep on top of these posts a lot more in the coming months, so they won’t be quite so long – I’ll probably write them each with a focus on a particular topic rather than long-winded retrospectives like this one. I hope that anyone who’s still reading has enjoyed this post, and look out for the new Global Source website launching soon!

#Travel Photography #travelblogger #taipei

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alicemoonwonderland · 7 years ago

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A Hidden Goodbye - Part One

A little random idea I got and discussed with @themissimmortal. She said write it. Then I tortured @atlerion with it, and this is the result. It will be a two part short story as it felt natural that way.

Summary: You’re the young second wife of King Regis and mother of your second child. You two were happy….till the Nifs came.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Regis x Fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW – no smut though

Warning: Character Death, Angst

[part two]

Tagging: @itshaejinju @cupnoodle-queen@nifwrites @blindbae @hypaalicious @diabolik-trash-heap @louisvuittontrashbags @rubyphilomela @neko-otaku13 @insomniacapparel @xnoctits @insomniascure@ridingchocobros @dirtyffxvconfession @ponkita@stunninglyignis @fieryfantasy @sweetchocobae @atlerion, @angelic-guardienne

You laughed as you sat in the palace gardens, your little baby sitting on your lip and giggling happily as she wore a Moogle onesie her big brother Noctis had given her. You loved your daughter Aurora more than you could bear at times.

The little girl looked just like her father. The same beautiful green eyes and thick black hair. At times, you had to pinch yourself as you couldn't believe it was real. You, a simple assistant, married the King of Lucis as his second wife. And the Astrals had blessed your union with this little scrap of purity. "Aurora!" You cooed and kissed her belly happily. Making the child giggle more. "I love you little princess."

"You have some love for me as well, don't you, my wife." You looked up amused as you cuddled the toddler against your chest. The little girl beaming and wiggled excited as your husband and her father made his way towards you two. Leaning on his cane, his knee brace in place. It always tugged on your heart to see him like this. The Ring and the Wall demanding so much from him. Praying silently to the Astrals that one day he could finally rest and find peace.

"Mmmmm. Maybe," you drawled coyly, eyes twinkling as he laughed amused. Your daughter joining him happily as she held out her little hands at him. Regis sat down with the two of you, his movement stiff and slow. It made your heart ache, but you did not offer to help him. Knowing he did not like it at all.

Your little girl did not notice it, for her, daddy was just daddy. Wiggling off your lap, the little one crawled excitedly over to her father. Regis' green eyes lit up brightly as he picked up the little thing and cuddled her against his chest - taking off his crown and just became Regis, a husband and a father. Not the King.

You snuggled against his side and stroked his arm softly as he cooed and rubbed his fingers against Aurora's chubby little cheeks. He felt a bit tense, but that didn't surprise you. Being King was nothing if not stressful. Gently, you pressed your lips against his cheek - he automatically leaned into your touch. "Long day at work?" you asked him gently as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

He turned his face and pressed his lips softly against yours, making you giggle as his facial hair tickled your skin. Aurora let out a little huff, and you two looked amused at her. Her little cheeks puffed up, and her hands grabbing her father's shirt firmly. "Ah, isn't Papa allowed to give Mama a kiss?" Regis cooed amused as he rubbed his nose tenderly against hers, making her giggle again.

"You know how she is, she doesn't like sharing attention. Just like someone else I know...eep!" Slapping his arm lightly, you gave him a scolding look as his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk. Handsome. He had aged a lot the last few years, his once black hair now completely silver. Lines on his skin and his body not as strong as it used to be. But he was still handsome to you. Still the strongest man you knew. Strength did not always come from the body, but from the mind as well. And few had such a steely mind as the one he possessed had.

You kept watching him tease and adore his daughter till the little kitten yawned and nodded off in his arms. Carefully, he put her in her sleeping basket and with a tender touch he tucked her in. "You are so sweet with her. I can watch you two for hours."

He turned to you and brushed his knuckles against your cheek this time. Having taken off his cloak as well and now sitting in only his suit. You turned your face and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. Enjoying the moment between the two of you. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear, pulling you back close against his body. "I wish I could spend more time with you two."

You nodded understanding, some days it almost felt like a game of juggle to find time between your duties and taking care of Aurora, to find time to just be together. He usually tried to be there for dinner with you, Aurora, and Noctis - when the young man came to the Citadel to spend time with you and his baby sister.

Another cute moment to watch. The usually quiet and tad awkward boy always perked up when he was with his sister. Regis also always tried to be back in your quarters around 10pm. So he could get some decent sleep. But the last few weeks, he had come to bed later and later. The issue of Niflheim weighing so heavy on his mind.

"How about you go visit your mother in Lestallum?" You blinked surprised at the suddenly suggestion. He pressed his fingers against your lips to prevent you from protesting. "It is a few months since you've seen her. And she has seen Aurora. It would do you some good."

"But what about you?" You couldn't just leave him alone, you were the one who made sure - even during these busy dangerous times - he didn't spend too much time working.

"I will join you in two-three days. Just got some stuff finish up, then I will come to Lestallum and we can have some time off together." When you tried to protest again, he didn't use his fingers to silence you, but his own lips. Making your toes curl and your fingers curling around his jacket. "You were the one who mentioned wanting to go on a little vacation. Now I am trying to make it happen, and you protest."

He let out a soft laugh when you playfully bit his bottom lip in retaliation. "Alright, Alright. But you will join me. Aurora gets super grumpy when her daddy doesn't give her a goodnight kiss." He rested his forehead against yours as his hand against the side of your neck, his calloused thumb brushing against your jawline.

"I will always be with you. Always"

Aurora had been moody when you two had gotten into the car with two Glaives as escorts: your friend Nyx Ulric and Crowe Altius. She had settled down a bit when Regis had given her a Carbuncle plush, the little girl had holding it tightly.

Something had felt off to you though. The night before, Regis had made passionate but almost desperate love to you. His hold clingy and possessive. His kisses needy. You didn't question him about it, just gave him all he demanded and more. Chalking it up to stress. And what better way to release stress than by making passionate love?

He had kissed you extra hard and almost desperate again when you had been about to leave. Whispering to you to never forget how much he loved you. How you were his world. And would do anything for you. You had kissed him back, the unease increasing in your stomach, but again did not question about it. Clarus and Cor had been acting normally, so you tried not to be alarmed about anything.

You and Aurora had waved at the three men till you couldn't see them anymore, your heart growing heavier the further away from the Citadel you went. Something screaming inside of you to go back to him.

To be truthful, this had been the first time the two of you would be separated since becoming an official couple. So, again, you didn't listen to your instincts and chalked it up to separation anxiety. He would join you soon. Everything would be fine.

The next few days went by with a flash, Aurora and the others keeping you too busy to watch the news. Texting Regis whenever you could. You had laughed at yourself when your heart would still skip a beat like a silly teenager whenever he texted you. Or called you. Yes, he needed a damn holiday. Looking so damn exhausted. But he smiled. Cooed to Aurora. So all was well.

Or so you thought....

You woke up feeling sick as a fog. You shouldn't have had the fish last night. It really hadn't agreed with you. Checking up on Aurora, you smiled softly as you little girl slept sounding. Glancing around, you looked for your phone.

Regis had been oddly quiet last night but you had gone to bed rather early. Vaguely remembering him sending you a text that said. Forever yours and forever loving you. Honestly, that King of yours could be such a hopeless romantic at times.

Leaving the bedroom, you walked down the stairs to the living room. Your mind deep in thought as you thought of your Regis. The uncomfortable feeling almost annoying in your chest. Mmm, where was your phone? Maybe Nyx knew. You spotted the two Glaives and your mother sitting by the radio.

In Nyx's hand was a crumbled newspaper, Crowe squeezing his arm with a pained look on her face. Your mother stood up, her eyes red and rimmed with tears. Dread locked your throat, your hand immediately resting on your heart. "What's going on?"

....Niflheim laid waste to Insomnia with a gigantic Daemon of unknown origin. Recent reports are that King Regis, Prince Noctis, and the Lady Lunafreya all have died during the attack on Crown City….

You barely noticed your legs giving out on you, and you slumped onto the floor. King Regis and Prince Noctis dead. No. No. This couldn't be.

It felt as if sounds came to you through a wall or distorted like hearing it from under water. Your mother and Nyx rushed towards you. Asking you questions but you couldn't answer them. Noctis. Sweet little Noctis. No, he couldn't be dead. Regis.

A hysterical sob ripped through the air as you shook them off. No! No! NO! This couldn't be happening! He had promised he would be here soon. Go on a little holiday. "No this is a lie. It's propaganda! It's a lie!" you screamed as you grabbed his shirt and shook him in despair. "It's a lie, Nyx! They're still alive! THEY ARE ALIVE!!"

Nyx's eyes flashed with agony and wrapped his arms around you to restrain you from either hurting him or yourself. "Nyx please tell me it's a lie. Please! Oh Astrals. No this couldn't be happening! NO!" You sobbed against his shoulder as you clawed his chest. Not knowing what to do. Not know how to react. What to do with the crippling agony inside of you.

"I wish it was a lie. Fuck, I wished so much it was," he whispered apologising in your hair as he kept holding onto you. Rocking you, as your mother rubbed your back in some form of comfort.

The pain only increased as Nyx told you what had happened, Cor having called him to explain. The Nifs had betrayed them. Killed your husband. The City destroyed. So many had died.

"But Noctis is alive," Nyx whispered as he pulled back so he could look you in the eye. Cupping your face firmly. "The King send him away a day after you to keep him safe from Niflheim."

"He knew they were going to double cross him." It explained so much. The desperate way he had held you, kissed you. All the things he had been saying. He had been saying goodbye. It made the pain worse.

You screamed. Loud. Hard. Agonising. Your heart screamed with you. Your body shaking with the blinding sorrow and despair. Your voice cracked. Becoming hoarse and weak. But internally? You never really stopped screaming.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #regis lucis caelum #regis x reader #tw character death #angst #loss #ffxv fanfiction #written by alicemoonwonderland

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madminniefics · 7 years ago

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Six months after graduating from Tulane University, Sadie Neal is on a one-way trip to Buffalo, New York to start her first real, big girl job with the local professional hockey team, the Buffalo Sabres. The problem? Sadie knows next to nothing about hockey. They use pucks, not balls. They wear skates, not cleats. And they play on ice, not grass. That’s it. How is she supposed to represent them on social media when she doesn’t even know what icing means outside of baking?

Louis Tomlinson (#91 / RW) is coming off a career high season (79 games, 20 goals, 30 assists, 50 total points) that he’s trying to recreate. The goal: Lord Stanley’s Cup. There’s a magic in the locker room that feels like it could be their year. He stays focused by keeping hockey and his personal life separate. Everyone knows that.

Everyone except Sadie.

Bright Eyes / chapter one

When Sadie got off the airplane, the freezing air blowing in from between the cracks of the jet way made all her little hairs stand on end. The breeze blew snow up from the ground, swirled it around the windows, before dropping it back to the concrete and starting over. She shivered, rubbing her bare hands together, as she walked to the baggage claim. She was a long, long way from home. It was almost a different country.

A long way from sun beating down on her skin, warming her entire body as she tilted her head towards it, welcoming the heat. A long way from bikini’s in November and shorts year-round. From sipping fruity drinks with your toes in the sand and sunglasses on your face. Did it even get warm in Buffalo?

What she wouldn’t do to be back home in the unbearable heat and humidity. Matter fact, what she wouldn’t do to be somewhere in the middle. Not too hot, not too cold. But noooo. Have an adventure, Sadie. Do something different, Sadie. Do it while you’re young, Sadie. If she could do the last six months over, she would. Was it too late to turn around and go back to New Orleans? Surely the Saints were hiring.

Her hot pink suitcase was easy to spot five minutes after the bags began dropping onto the conveyor belt. She set her light blue backpack down next to her leather duffle bag so she could wrangle her massive suitcase from the baggage platform. It had been a graduation gift from her momma and it was its first time she’d had a chance to use it.

Sadie pouted when she noticed the huge, black stain across the front of her suitcase. Brand new and already ruined. That’s why she hated flying. Humans weren’t meant to be all up in the sky like that. If they had been, people would have evolved to have wings.

Struggling to carry all her bags, she walked slowly towards the door that advertised taxis were waiting outside. Before she knew it, she was in the backseat zipping through the highway towards her hotel. According to an email she received from a ‘Harry Styles’ in human resources, the hotel the Buffalo Sabres were putting her up in for a week was in walking distance from the stadium and it was clean. The second part scared her a bit—to be real, the first part did because it was colder than ice cubes in January and she hated to walk in the cold—because she wasn’t trying to sleep in a dirty bed. Just thinking about what other people did in hotel beds made her want to gag.

She laid her head on the window as she watched the scenery speed by. The traffic was minimal, it was almost 10pm, and they made it to the hotel in less than 20 minutes. What she’d seen of the city before moving there was via the satellite option on Google Maps. So, not much. There was so much green space. It made her happy even though she knew it would all be covered in snow in a few weeks. What surprised her the most was that, at least in the area where her hotel was, was an actual city. It looked like any other city she’d been to. Maybe Buffalo wouldn’t be so bad.

“Thank you so much,” Sadie said as the taxi driver removed her bags from the trunk. He nodded at her before getting back in the car and speeding off. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bags, and walked into the lobby to check in.

There was a busy week ahead of her. So far on her to do list:

Find an apartment and move in within seven days

First day of real work

Learn hockey

Shouldn’t be hard for someone who graduated with honors…right?

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In the morning, Sadie learned, the hard way, that she’d forgotten to leave the heater on. She huddled under the thin, cheap, hotel comforter for an extra half an hour trying to extract all the heat from its threads. That only left her shivering against cold blankets. At least she’d slept with socks on the night before; something she’d never done before in her life.

Once she got out of bed, though, Sadie cranked the heat as high as it would go (75-degrees) and took the hottest shower she’d ever taken. Her skin was still slightly pink as she walked into the offices in the bowels of KeyBank Center. The walk had been nearly 20 minutes from the hotel to the stadium, partially beneath a highway, which she didn’t consider “walking distance.” She added ‘Talk to Harry Styles about what ‘walking distance’ means’ onto her mental to-do list.

And, to top it all off, her toes were freezing thanks to a freak snowfall the night before. There was less than an inch on the ground and everyone was going about their normal business. Sadie was amazed. Back home, every store, school, and office would close. One inch meant road closures and, sometimes, the whole city shutting down. But in Buffalo, it was just another day. Sadie sighed and pushed her cold feet out of her mind. Before knocking on the door in front of her, she shook her head and replaced her disgruntled look with her signature smile.

The familiar face that appeared from behind the door made Sadie feel just the slightest bit better about her morning. Gabe Sanders, Marketing Director for the Buffalo Sabres, looked like he was having a worse morning than Sadie. She felt for him. She couldn’t imagine how long he’d been living in Buffalo, but she imagined if she had been living there for as long as he probably had she would have that same look on her face all the time. That ‘Why-am-I-here, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life’ type of look. All dead, red eyes, stubble, and bags under his eyes.

“Sadie, hey,” He said, punctuated by a large sigh. Sadie felt his breath on the exposed skin of her hands. She made a mental note to buy a pair of mittens. “Come on, I’ll show you to your cube.”

She struggled to keep from bouncing as she followed Gabe back into a room off the main corridor. There was a multitude of cubicles—too many to count—some with a head popping out, some not. It reminded Sadie of whack a mole. Gabe stopped next to a cubicle with a plastic plaque that read ‘H. Styles’ on the outside and knocked twice. Sitting in the chair was a man with short brown hair pushed back from his face, a white button up Oxford shirt, and brown khaki pants with some sort of brown, casual work shoe. So much brown.

“Harry, this is Sadie, it’s her first day. If you wanna, hook her up with her log in and stuff, I have a meeting,” Gabe said as soon as Harry turned around. “Let me know if you need anything, Sadie.”

She nodded and Gabe took off. She had trouble keeping her emotions off her face. He was just going to leave her like that? On her first day? She knew she sold herself on that Skype interview but…for real? Harry laughed at the anxious look on her face and she blinked.

“I’ll help you log in and direct you to Vic Stephens, one of the marketing assistants. She’ll be able to help you with all the other information you need.”

Sadie let out a breath in a whoosh. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem, follow me,” He said, standing from his chair and walking two rows over to an empty cubicle with a plastic plaque that read ‘S. Neal’ on the outside. She bit her lip to keep from squealing. Baby’s first cubicle! She made a mental note to take a picture of herself with the sign later, to send to her momma. “Here’s your cube. You can put your jacket and stuff down and I’ll show you to Vic’s cube.”

Nodding, Sadie dumped her black shoulder bag and her dark green, faux fur lined parka on the chair. She retucked the back of her mint green blouse into her straight legged black pants. Three cubes down sat a woman with long, bright purple hair. She turned around with a massive grin after Harry did a special knock on her cube. Her eyes widened when she saw Sadie.

“New girl?” She said.

“Sadie, yeah.” Harry said.

“Yes! I’m so excited,” This she said towards Sadie. “Marketing is such a boy’s club.”

Sadie chuckled because she didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t want things to be awkward on her first day and she really wanted to make friends with her coworkers. She didn’t know anyone in the city and that would get real lonely, real quick.

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you,” Vic noticed how Sadie’s eyes widened. “To help you get acclimated! Not huge work stuff, not yet. Just some manuals and ‘how-to’ type stuff. They’re in your email already.”

“Perfect,” Sadie beamed. “Thank you.”

“No problem, I’m here for you if you ever need anything.”

Sadie nodded as Harry wrangled her back to her cubicle. He helped her set up her computer and email log in information before leaving with a ‘Let me know if you need anything!’ Looking around at the bare walls of her cubicle, Sadie took out a tiny picture, in a gold frame, from her purse and set it next to the computer. The picture was of a dark skinned man with an impressive afro, in his late-twenties, holding a seven-year-old girl, dressed head-to-toe in Barney clothing, that looked like a clone of the man. Sadie smiled at the picture before pulling her phone out and taking a selfie.

To: Momma

First day 😬

She attached the picture before sending it. Her momma, a notorious early bird, texted back almost immediately. Sadie slipped out of her Vans and wet socks in favor of her gold, sparkly work-appropriate flats before checking her phone.

From: Momma

Hockey 😬

Sadie choked back a laugh. Her momma had made her thoughts on Sadie’s choice of job, location, and organization no secret. Everyone knew that Sadie’s momma wanted her to hold out, to find a job in New Orleans, to stay at home with her forever. But, just as everyone knew that, they also knew that Sadie didn’t want that. She wanted to leave, find her own way, and that meant Buffalo. She’d made a promise and she intended to keep it. And that started by leaving Louisiana.

Setting her phone to the side before she did something ill-advised, like text her momma talking about how much she missed her already, she opened her email instead. There were five messages, all from Vic, all reading URGENT in the subject line. Her breakfast, if one strawberry Danish and a cup of orange juice could be considered breakfast, threatened to make a reappearance. She took a deep breath to calm herself before opening the first email.

///

Sadie was leaning into her computer screen, eyes flickering back and forth as she read through the employee manual that Vic emailed her, when she heard a noise behind her. She snapped around on her rolling chair—her favorite kind of chair—to see Harry and Vic standing in the doorway of her cubicle. She smiled.

“We were wondering if you wanted to go have lunch with us,” Harry said. Sadie furrowed her brow and looked at the clock. She couldn’t believe it was lunchtime already. Nodding, she grabbed her phone, tossed it in her bag, and tossed that over her shoulder.

“Do I need my jacket?”

“No, we’re just going to the cafeteria,” Vic said.

“Cool,” Sadie said, following closely behind Harry and Vic. She looked down each hallway as they walked beneath KeyBank Center. Her lips pursed and she stopped as she looked down a hallway that led to the ice. Players sped in an out of her limited viewpoint through the double doors. How could they skate that fast, not fall, and remember the rules? Sadie could barely rollerblade in a straight line without falling over.

One of the players skated into her eyesight. The way he stood, legs slightly spread, on the ice made Sadie wonder if it was as easy as it looked. Because that man looked graceful there with his large frame being held up by two glorified knives. As if he could sense that she was staring, he turned his head towards her. Shameless, she kept staring. He had an intriguing look about him. She wanted to know what color his eyes were.

Harry noticed Sadie wasn’t walking alongside them anymore and looked back. He placed a hand on Vic’s hand so that she would stop walking before calling Sadie’s name. She shook her head and jogged up to catch up with them without giving the man on the ice another glance.

“They have open practice tomorrow, if you wanted to watch. Call it research for your posts,” Vic said, winking at Sadie. Her face flushed but it was a good idea. While Vic and Harry talked about what they were ordering for lunch, Sadie was thinking about the Sabres player with the captivating stare.

///

What did one wear to an open practice? Was office attire too formal? Was it cold inside the arena? Did she just need a sweater, a long sleeve shirt, a coat? Were a beanie, mittens, and earmuffs too much? Important questions that Sadie had no answers for that morning as she prepared for her second day of work.

In the end, she dressed casually that day in the hopes that she would fit in both at practice and among her coworkers. A pair of navy blue, skinny, cropped khakis paired with a cream button up blouse and a grey cable knit sweater over that. She wore the same flats she had the day before, mostly because they were her only closed-toe, work appropriate shoe. She had a countdown on her phone till her first paycheck. She was going straight to the mall that day.

After she paid her loans, rent, and miscellaneous bills, anyway.

She smiled at coworkers whose names she didn’t know as she walked down the row to her cubicle. Sadie set her bag down on the desk to remove her jacket and scarf. She fixed her blue accent necklace, a gift from her Auntie Donna for graduation, she hung her jacket and scarf on a little hook on one wall of her cubicle and turned her computer on. Practice began at 10 that morning so she had time to check her email and get her things together before heading over to pick a perfect spot.

The supervisor wanted a mockup of social media posts for the next month by the end of the week. Perfect. Sadie decided to take her phone to take pictures to go along with her posts. They would feel more like fan photos rather than professional and Sadie thought that would be good to make the team seem more approachable.

At ten till, Sadie tucked her notebook and favorite pen into her bag and turned the computer screen off before walking over to the stands. She snagged a front row seat, right by the glass a few feet from the goalie, and got comfortable. Placing her bag in the seat next to her, she grabbed her notebook, pen, and phone out.

There were players’ families all around her. Women holding children by the glass while they spoke to their corresponding player. Fans, too. They were sat on the other side of the stadium, though. Sadie smiled as she snapped pictures. She belatedly hoped that it wasn’t weird that she was taking pictures of people without asking. She would look up the specific players’ names later and send emails asking permission.

She snapped a few pictures of the goalie—Payne, number 35—as he stretched and drank some water. Growing bored, she stood and began taking pictures of the other players as they talked before practice started. She was looking through her pictures when she realized two players had skated up to her.

Looking up, her eyes widened when she saw the Man with the Eyes from lunch the day before. He, and his friend, had yet to put their helmets on. She gave his friend—Horan, number 13—a quick once over before settling her gaze on Mr. Bright Eyes. The smirk on his lips combined with the stubble on his face made him look dangerous.

“You looked lonely,” Left-winger Horan said, leaning an arm against the glass. “We thought we’d come keep you company till practice started. I’m Niall.”

“Oh, no I’m fine, thank you! Just doing some work,” Sadie said, fixing them with her blinding smile. Niall blinked twice, mesmerized. “I’m Sadie! I would shake your hands but…”

She motioned at the glass panels between them and shrugged. Niall nodded and opened his mouth to speak before the goalie called his name. He sighed instead.

“Gotta go. Until next time,” He said, nodding at Sadie. She waved cutely before setting her gaze on Niall’s friend. She looked from his eyes to his lips and back before deciding that she didn’t want to be fired on her second day of work. She focused on his eyes instead of the devilish smirk lingering on his lips. She still couldn’t decide what color his eyes were. Blue, that much was obvious, but what shade? It was killing her.

“I’m Louis,”

His gruff, deep voice combined with the British accent hit Sadie straight between her legs. She swallowed hard and took a soothing breath before responding. What would it look like if she was stuttering and stammering in response to his accent? She’d never been thirsty like that and she wasn’t about to start then.

“Nice to meet you,” She smiled, just as the coach blew his whistle. Louis looked back for a moment before training those eyes back on Sadie. She placed a hand on the glass to steady herself under the weight of his gaze. His eyes flicked down to her hand before looking her straight in her eyes.

“See you around, Sadie,” Louis said, winking before skating backwards away from her. He got to the middle before he turned. Sadie bit her lip, shook her head, and sat back down. She picked up her notebook and pen and wrote:

needs to get done

find an apartment and move in within seven days

one month mock up schedule

learn hockey

talk to harry about walking distance

emails asking for permission for pictures

furniture shopping

what color are his eyes???

Tearing the page out of her notebook, she tucked it away in her bag before paying attention as practice began. Whenever Louis skated past her he would look in her direction with a smirk or a nod, making the family members turn to look at her and whisper. She heard a kid ask their mom who she was and blushed. She couldn’t help but think her job just got a lot harder.

#fun fact the colors i used for the 'bright eyes' square both came from louis' eyes :)#louis tomlinson fanfiction #1dff #one direction fanfiction #os: hockey louis #let me know what you guys think!!!

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weetiebel · 8 years ago

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GOOD NIGHT CALLS- CHAPTER 8

By @johnlockedslashprincess and @weetiebel

Jon got given a bed to sleep on in the hospital, it was a white pull out one. He had brought his Nintendo DS. Yeah, he was a grown man sat in checkered pajamas next to another man playing on a 3DS, but he didn't care. He wanted to be with Ryan when he woke up. To tell him everything was okay. And while doing this he needed to occupy his thoughts with something, he would go crazy from over thinking otherwise.

Before he fell to sleep that night he held Ryan's hand that was dangling slightly off of the bed and stared. He wasn't lying about being scared, scared Ryan wouldn't wake up, scared that if he did he wouldn't be the same. Maybe he wouldn't remember him at all? He shook his head to make the thoughts disappear, he didn’t need this now, the one and only thing for now was believing. Everything else was something to deal with once the waiting was going to be over.

Jon's phone started to go off, causing him to jump from his compromising position. He turned the sound off quickly from sheer reflex but then remembered it couldn’t wake anyone up.

It was Luke. He picked up after staring at the screen for a few seconds. Was he ready to talk about it?

“Hey Jon, I just heard about the whole Ohm thing.” There was a long silence. The sound of Luke's heavy breathing on the other end made Jon nervous. “Evan told me you had gone to see him. Is he, ya know, okay?”

Jon paused, trying to calm his breathing, his eyes itching as they held back tears. “No,” was all Jon could manage before he heard the raspy strain in his own voice.

“What can I do to help, Jo? Ohm’s my friend too.”

“Tell the guys, please. Ask them if they can spare anything towards anything. God, I don't know Luke.” Jon replied frustrated for no reason. Luke was silent down the other end. Thinking.

“I will, Jon. Don't you worry. He'll get better. It's Ohm.”

“But what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't even remember me and all the shit I've done to him? I want Ryan to be Ryan when he wakes up. I want him to slap me for being a bitch, I want him to kick me for not talking to him till now, I want, I want him to kiss me… I… I want him to kiss me because he likes me. Fuck sakes.” Jon could feel the hot burn of the tears as they rolled down his pale face. God, he wanted Ohm to wake up.

He wasn't religious but he started to mentally prey to all the Gods he could think of that Ryan would be okay.

Luke huffed on the other side of the phone. Jon knew he was desperately trying to find something to make him feel better, but in this very moment there was nothing he could do.

“Do you want me to stay awake with you?”

“Nah, it's okay, just please, ask everyone tomorrow for help. Okay?”

Luke hummed in response.

“Call me if you need anything, I'm here.”

“Gotcha, bye.”

Jon sat there for a minute with his phone in his lap, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

He was never going to get to sleep.

Three weeks passed by with no change to Ohm’s health.

Susan and Alex came in everyday after school and work to see him, staying for an hour or so, then leaving again.

“Hey, Jo, do you want anything? Clothes? How about you come back with us for a little bit?” Susan mumbled as she got up to leave. Alex was by her side hugging onto her teddy.

“I can't, say if he wakes up?”

Susan looked down at him with defeat in her eyes. “It's been three weeks, and you look as sick as he does,” she commented, not holding anything back. “Just come, have a shower and a meal and then you can come back. It doesn't matter if you're not here when he wakes up, as long as he wakes up it'll be a glorious moment.”

Jon sighed, coming to join them. She was right, he hadn't had a proper shower, meal and was wearing them same clothing he had come in, which was not even a week's worth of stuff.

Susan wondered over to Ryan, kissed his forehead and letting Alex do the same, barely reaching as she stood on tiptoes. “Bye Ry-ry. See you later.”

Jon came over to them, he too planting a kiss on Ohm’s forehead. He didn't want to leave him. He held the kiss longer than the others had, bringing his head only slight back to talk.

“I'll see you tonight. Take care.”

They arrived at Susan's small apartment, it was cleaner than he had expected.

“Uncie, come see my room, it's soooo cool!” Alex screamed with excitement, grabbing onto Jon's top.

“Alex-”

“It's okay,” Jon muttered, his voice strained. Susan frown before letting them go, going to the kitchen to cook. He was so relieved that at least Alex kept being herself after the terrible stuff that happened, it was so amazing to see. And he wouldn’t be lying if he said he needed this like he needed to breathe. To do the normal everyday living like everyone else, to let the little one be excited while he and Sue were losing all of their hopes.

Alex opened the door for a small old dog to come bouncing out.

“This is Buddy, he's Uncle’s dog-dog. I get to look after him.”

Jon smiled, coming to cuddle the soft dog in his arms to comfort himself. “Are you taking good care of him?”

“Of course! Right, Buddy?”

Jon began to snicker as Alex put on an accent, agreeing with herself as she pretended to be Buddy.

She grinned at Jon, coming to hug him unexpectedly.

“Uncie will get better, yeah?”

Jon couldn't quite make out if it was a question or a statement but agreed anyway.

“Ryan's strong, he'll be okay.”

Alex nodded in his arms, staying put as she continued to hug him.

There was a silence as she snuggled into him, the long day at her new school starting to catch up with her. It was almost 10pm, so there was no surprise that she was tired.

Jon lifted her up, as well as Buddy who was still squished in between them, popping her onto her little bed and coming to sit next to her.

She already had he pj's on after coming in them to see Ohm.

She lazily grabbed hold of Jon's hand, cuddling against him, despite them both being on her bed.

“When Uncie comes out, do you think you'll get married?”

Jon snorted, surprised by the random question.

“Can I be the person that gives you the ring thing? I saw one when mama’s friend was getting married.”

Jon started to laugh, the small, barely conscious girl next to him ambition made him happy.

“Sure, you can be the ring girl,” he said cautiously without answering question number one.

“I'll be the bestest one ever.” She looked up towards him.

He was wearing a now sad expression as the thoughts of Ohm never waking up haunted him. God, he needed him to wake up so badly. He still didn’t know what would happen if Ryan wouldn’t make it through. It was almost unbearable to deal with these thoughts.

“Here,” Alex mumbled against him, handing her teddy to Jon. “Delly will make you feel better.”

Jon smiled at her, the innocence of her actions and words bringing him almost to tears in his vulnerable state. “Thanks, baby.”

“Your dinner’s ready Jo, sorry it's only leftovers from ours but…”

“That's okay. Thanks.”

He left Alex asleep, snuggled next to Buddy in her bed.

“I'm going to Ryan's to get you some clothes, if you could just keep an eye on Alex.”

“Sure, thanks for all of this, you know.”

“No, thank you.” Susan mumbled, “I don't know what I would do without the money you're giving us and the help and keeping Alex so happy-”

“You think I'm keeping her happy? You should see how happy I am because of her, she gives me hope that he'll...”

“I know.” Susan came over towards him, unexpectedly hugging him. She sighed, holding him tightly.

“Ryan's always been there for me. Always. When our parents split up and we went to live with our dad he was always like the other parent. Dad and him were so similar. The same kindness. The same smartness. Dad would be so proud of him for looking out for me, for everything.”

Jon stood in shock. Susan wasn't one to show emotion, but when she did it was deep.

“Ryan has always been there to protect me, and here's me who can't do a single thing for him. Since our dad passed away-”

“You're dad?”

“Has Ryan never told you anything?”

“No…” Jon sighed, Ryan never told him anything, keeping everything secret.

“Well I guess he never had a reason to. Our mum and dad split up due to mum cheating and going off with another man. Dad looked after us until we all got into a car accident that killed him. I only had physical injuries, luckily, but Ryan was traumatised by the whole experience that he couldn't even sit in a car for ages, and he almost has a panic attack when anything loud bangs.”

“Like thunder?”

Susan nodded in response, pulling away from the hug they were still In.

She sighed heavily, watching Jon's tired expression.

“Anyway.” She grumbled, her hard guard coming back up. “I better get going, else we’ll be here forever. By the times you eat and have a shower I'll be back, I left a clean towel for you.”

“Thanks..”

“No probl-”

“For everything.”

His deep blue eyes looked at her forcefully. She nodded in response and understanding before leaving him alone in the kitchen.

Susan was right about how long she was going to take. She knocked on the door of the bathroom, being let in by Jon who still stood there in a towel.

“Here, they're Ry-ry’s so they might be a bit big.”

Jon nodded in response, feeling a lot better after his meal and shower. “Thanks, when are we going back?”

“I'll have to pop Alex in the car and you have to get changed, so afterwards?”

Susan didn't seem fazed by Jon as he started to slip his clothing on, towel still hung at his waist.

“I'll get Alex.”

He changed into Ryan’s clothes, his heart aching a bit more with the scent of him all around. He sighed and left.

Delirious felt a ping in his heart when there was no change to Ohm’s condition. He had hoped that he would come back to find Ohm awake and himself and feel the relief of finally seeing him okay. But no, Ohm still laid there, monitors beeping away and a stone expression planted on his face.

“We’ll see you tomorrow.” Susan mumbled, grabbing hold of Jon's arm. “Take good care of my brother.”

He nodded, unable to find strength to do anything else.

Jon sat awake, staring at Ohm’s chest slowly rising and falling. He had got bored of Animal Crossing and Zelda and now sat in silence, watching, as he inhaled the smell of Ohm’s warm clothing that blocked out the smell of the hospital.

He wanted to tell him everything he felt, everything he was thinking. So he decided to write it down, as he knew how shit he was at speaking his mind and feelings.

First, he started like a letter, addressing it to Ryan. This was for him after all. Then wrote down the situation. How because of his crash he had missed Evan’s wedding and flown across the country to be here, how he didn't have to make that choice between if he was coming and how he was glad he had. He then put about the feelings, like how he felt so stupid for everything, how Luke had told him off, how he wanted him to wake up, be alright, how he has never been so scared in his life for somebody else's future and how he didn't know what he'd do if he was gone. How Ryan was his scapegoat and how he had used him, how sorry he felt for it, for banging on about Evan when really he felt so strongly for Ryan. How Susan and Alex were the best people in the world and how Alex had said she wanted them to marry. How Ryan had saved him from being a sad mess by making him so happy and how he hoped he made Ryan happy too.

And how he wanted him to wake up so he could tell him how much he loved him.

He wanted him to wake up so much.

Find the rest of the story on my Tumblr or here on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7530958?view_full_work=true

#good night calls #GNC #ohmlirious #chapter 8 #FINALLY

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