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mrs-march-ahs · 4 years ago

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The Evans Drunk

Enjoy:)

Tate

-On Halloween he’d go out and buy some alcohol and save it for when you’re having a tough day and need cheering up -Either that or you’d take some alcohol from your parents -You’d sit together and drink, not taking shots or anything because you probably only have a few beers or spirits each -Even more into deep talks than usual -But also super easily distracted - “Oh I definitely think that there’s alien life out the- hey reckon I can balance that vase on my forehead?” -Incredibly awkward and white dad dancing to music -Super touchy, would want you on his lap so that he can take a drink and then put it to your lips until you drink it

Kit

-Kit’s a responsible dad and not the type of person to get drunk, but occasionally he will have a beer or two

-Or twelve

-It’d be a barbeque for the whole family and you’d have lots of friends around, joking around, everybody’s kids playing together running around

-Then after everybody ate, you’d all talk and have a few light drinks, and then once the kids went to bed and some of the guests left, Kit, you and a few friends would play beer pong

-He’s be very loud and silly

-Would find jokes 10x funnier and would keep laughing quietly long after everybody else

-Unintentionally pull silly faces, like pretending to be serious if somebody starts talking about something serious

-But then he’d remember that thing he laughed at and snort

-After everybody’s gone, he’d go into the kitchen and want to make cupcakes

- “Kit we can’t make cupcakes at 2am and drunk”

- “We can’t, or we shouldn’t? Two very different things Y/N” he giggles

-You two would pour all the ingredients in the bowl and then you’d stir it

-Kit would come up behind you and put his arms around you, helping you stir, kissing you occasionally

-He would get distracted and you two would go to sleep, leaving the raw cupcakes in the oven without it being turned on

-In the morning, despite Kit having a ridiculous hangover, when he’d see the baking mess, he’d clean it all up

- “Kitten if you told me, I would’ve helped you”

- “No no I made the mess, I’ll clean it”

-Very responsible dad, until next time

Franken Kyle

-You’d be sat together, celebrating New Year’s Eve and you’d of course have some alcohol

-Because you were scared and cautious popping open the champagne in front of Kyle, worried it may scare him, you tried to bribe him a little

- “This bottle cork is going to fly open, with a very loud pop, but try and stay calm and you can drink the champagne first, okay?”

- “From b-bottle?”, he said smiling, knowing that you never let him drink milk or juice straight from the carton

-You say sure, and pop it open, and when it pours out bubbling, Kyle kneels down and sits under it with his mouth open, the alcohol pouring all over his face and shirt

-He’d love it and drink loads

-Covered in sticky champagne, when he hugged you and you tried to change his shirt, he just rubbed his sticky chest over you even more

-Dancing with you, which meant putting his head on your shoulder and swaying

-Drunk, he’d have an even bigger obsession with copying noise

-When he sees the fireworks, “kaboom” or “pew” or “poof”

-When you cheers the glasses, “clink” or maybe even “clinky dink”

Jimmy

-As we saw, a hot mess

-Not aggressive but willing to fight

-Would swing his arms around even not meaning to hit anybody seriously

-Sex drive increases by 40%

-But would probably have a harder time finishing if he was super drunk

-Slurs his word much more than anybody else

-Would act like a child trying to get what he wants from you

- “C’mon Y/N just one more little sippy sip”

- “No Jimmy, you’ve had more than enough”, you say and take the beer bottle away from him, leaving Jimmy to make puckering and make slurping noises, watching you throw the bottle away

-You’d try to put him to bed, so that you could put a backpack on him to avoid him choking on his own vomit

-But after a while of him being annoying, constantly getting up, etc, you’d give up

- “Jimmy I’m not gonna be constantly fighting with you, you either go to bed now or you leave the caravan and end up passing out somewhere on the field”

-He’d get upset and try to apologise, but you’d end up just throwing a blanket over him and sleeping on the couch

-He’d probably wake up still slightly drunk the next morning

-In the evening, a full 24 hours after drinking, he’d come and apologise to you about how he acted, and promise he’d never drink again

-Definitely read this cool fanfic I saw earlier about

drunk Jimmy

James

-Tries to remain classy but sometimes forgets the right words

- “Darling, remember when how the night we met and how you said to me those things and then we danced?”

- “That didn’t make sense, Jimmy”

- “Clearly you weren’t listening carefully enough, darling”

-Super touchy, especially in public

-Arm around your waist, giving your shoulder and neck kisses

-Bite your earlobe just to see your reaction

-He’s very slow

-Has to furrow his eyebrows and open his mouth when listening to you talk, lets him hear better

-This is very specific but if he’s drinking anything out of a straw, he would sit and chew it

-When you got back to your room he would kiss and lick your neck and mumble gibberish against it

-He’d want to give you genuine compliments but being too drunk to have coherent thoughts, he would just mumble

- “mmm…your skin… my darling”

- “What about it, James?”

- “It is so… mmmm”

Kai

-Probably aggressive -If he’s in the mood to start an argument, he’ll find a reason to start one -Would make you feel guilty and upset about something just to hear you apologise -Would be completely in denial about how drunk he is -Very loud and obnoxious -The only time he would slap your ass not possessively but for fun -The scene would be having the cult over to celebrate something, all sitting in the kitchen drinking -He’d keep doing cheers for the most random things - “Pass me some crackers” - “We don’t have crackers Kai, we finished them” - a few second pause… before Kai lifts his glass “wheyyy!” - “Get me another beer babe”, before slapping your ass -Slurs his words a little, but focuses and tries really hard not to -After everybody’s gone home, he’d try to act as sober as possible around you, as if he suddenly doesn’t want you to see him drunk - “Okay, go upstairs, brush your teeth and put your pjs on Y/N” -You laugh slightly and put Kai’s arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you to bed Kai, I don’t think you’ll make it down those stairs alone” -He takes his arm off and turns you to face him, trying to keep strong eye contact - “What did I just say? Go upstairs… uhm… pjs… brush your teeth… go”, you’d smile in amusement and he would try to put on a stern expression “Now” -You’d obey him, and when he eventually makes it down the stairs and gets to the basement, he’ll look over at you in pjs in bed, and walk over to you -He looks at you up and down, and mumbles “good”, before sitting down panting slightly, not making eye contact - “We have a lot of stairs Y/N”

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eirist · 5 years ago

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Hello! I really like your stories they are amazing. I was wondering if you could write anything in which all the strawhat find out about Zoro and Nami being together and how they react to the news

LITTLE BITS AND PIECES OF HEAVEN

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

One-shot #: 15

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Just to be safe)

Note: Since I took a really long time to finally finish this one-shot. I’ve decided to up the word count so it would suffice for the long wait. Hopefully.

Summary: It was just their damn luck that one of the damned doors literally opened and spilled their secret out.

Zoro grumpily poked at the dressing on his arm.

Chopper had just finished stitching and bandaging the wound he got from an earlier run-in with the marines and had left him alone on the infirmary's bed.

Outside, he can hear his crew mates talking and laughing as they enjoy the day's dinner. He pondered on whether he would join them or just enjoy a good nap.

He prodded at the dressing again irritably. Nami the witch had threatened to drag him by the ear if he didn’t get his stubborn ass inside the sick bay and let Chopper treat him.

When he adamantly refused to go… she stayed true to her threat before the reindeer decided to intervene.

Where the heck did she even get the strength to drag him? He was bigger and taller than her for crying out loud.

Zoro rubbed his still stinging ear while sulkily looking at the door leading to the galley. Maybe he should just nap. After all, Chopper strictly ordered him to stay clear of his weights or any activity that may re-open his wound.

But then again… like he was the kind to listen. Maybe he can…

“Don’t even think about it.” A voice whispered as dainty arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him from behind. The smell of mikans filled the air as Nami bent her head down to kiss his cheek.

Zoro raised an eyebrow as he looked back at her. She must’ve entered from the room’s back door.

The navigator rolled her eyes at his expression. “No one’s around,” she whispered, kissing his cheek again.

“That doesn’t mean you can do anything you like,” he pointed out earning a frown from her.

“Ass,” she muttered, loosening her hold on him. “Stop poking your wound Zoro!” She chastised, slapping his hand lightly.

He grunted and Nami opened her mouth to retort—but was stopped by Zoro’s hand suddenly grabbing the back of her head. With a smirk, he pushed her towards him so he can kiss her.

“Mmmm…” Nami hummed in response as she kissed back. She pulled away a little to gaze at him. “So I can’t do anything I like but you can, huh?” She cocked an eyebrow at him feigning annoyance.

Zoro grinned as he gave her a quick peck on her pouting lips. “Yes.”

“Hmph!” She untangled herself from him and stood up straight. “How’s your wound?”

“Better. Chopper didn’t need to patch it up.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I already told you, you can’t just sleep off every injury you get!”

“Like I’d die from a measly wound like this.”

“It could get infected! Honestly Zoro! Why are you so pig-headed when it comes to treatment?” Nami lowered her voice purposely while glancing towards the galley’s direction.

"Because I don't need it."

"Damn right you don't!"

"I'm fine Nami. I had worse!"

"That doesn't mean you should continuously and recklessly get yourself wounded in every fight!" She hissed at him.

Zoro scratched his head. He didn't need to remind her that he only got the wound because he stepped in the way of a knife thrown at her by some pathetic marine in the skirmish earlier. “Nami stop nagging alright? That’s Chopper’s job already. I can only handle one.”

Nami placed both of her hands on her hips. “And what’s the girlfriend’s job when it comes to this huh?”

“I dunno… kiss the wounds to make them better?”

She paused. Then hit him on the head. “Idiot!”

“Oi!”

The mapmaker suddenly grasped his chin, bending down to kiss him hard on the mouth.

“That’s the only place I’ll be kissing,” she huffed when she pulled away. “Talk about unhygienic!”

A low laugh escaped Zoro. "You can kiss it once it’s healed.”

Nami pinched his cheek. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Ite…”

She released him with a defeated sigh and reached out to touch the gauze on his bicep. “You got another scar to add to your collection.”

“Yeah… no thanks to you.” Zoro shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

The cat burglar worried her lower lip at that. Though she knows he was just teasing, she still can’t help but feel a tad bit guilty.

Zoro quietly observed the expression on her face. He took her hand to pull her closer to him, so she was now standing between his legs.

Nami smiled as his hands settled on her hips. She ran her own through his green hair. "Thanks for taking a knife for me," she leaned down to brush her lips against his.

"My pleasure," he whispered against her lips. "Don't beat yourself up about it."

"I won't," she replied with a haughty smile. "What's the use of having a formidable boyfriend like you after all?"

"That doesn't mean I get to be your human shield all the time," he said sarcastically.

"True, there's still Sanji-kun..." she grinned cheekily at him as a frown marred his features. His hold on her hips tightened at that but he didn't say anything.

She gently, almost sensuously, trailed a finger along his jaw to somehow appease him. "Is Chopper keeping you here all night?"

A shark-like grin appeared on Zoro's face. "No."

Nami's mouth formed an 'oh’, as she flicked a glance at the galley’s door. They can hear their nakama chattering outside as random bursts of Luffy’s demands for food can be heard.

Thank Kami they are all preoccupied and noisy. They can steal some time alone for a few minutes.

She felt his hands roamed down to her thighs, immediately sliding underneath her pleated mini skirt.

“Stop that...” she purred, her fingers playing with ends of his hair as he stared at her with intense gray eye. “You can't use your injured arm for anything strenuous tonight," Nami teased when she felt his hands moving farther up. "Your wound might re-open."

Zoro scoffed at that. Then the corner of his lips twitched up as he gazed at her amusedly. "I'm left-handed Nami," he insinuated, grabbing her backside and pulling her to him.

"Still no," she said with a small laugh, even if she pressed her body closer to his half-naked one. His fingers were already toying with the hem of her lacy underwear. "Not until you heal."

With an arrogant grin, he quickly stood up, towering over her. "Can you stop me?" Zoro asked, looking too devilish for her taste. His one eye bored straight into hers, challenging her.

The navigator bit her lip. Of course she can’t. Or better yet, she won’t.

Without another word Zoro hoisted her up. Just high enough to make her wrap her legs around him.

“Zoro…” she murmured, arms going around his neck. She understood his intention of course. "Head towards that direction," she pointed at the door leading to the back of the ship, knowing his tendency to get lost even with her instructions.

"I know that!"

Nami ignored that and just captured his lips with hers. He kissed her back with the same ferocity she was lavishing him. It barely registered to her that he was already moving towards the exit.

Then the door suddenly banged opened.

"Hey Zoro!" Usopp yelled. “Sanji’s asking if —"

The sniper’s voice trailed off as he gaped at his two friends—who froze at his intrusion—locked in a... in a kind of embrace he never thought possible between one Nami and one Roronoa Zoro.

Usopp blinked twice. Then he bowed down. “Sumimasen!” He shouted before pulling the door close again.

Then he spun around stiffly to walk away from the infirmary and from what he saw.

Much to his surprise (and immense relief), his crew mates were all staring at the room behind him in astonishment. They all halted in the middle of either eating or leaving the galley—frozen in the very same manner as the other two inside the sick bay.

"U-Usopp?"

Chopper managed to breathe out after a few seconds. The reindeer's eyes were wide. He was following Usopp to check on Zoro.

Usopp stared at the doctor. “Did you see that?”

“Yes…”

He then lifted his eyes to look at his friends. “Uhh… you guys… saw that too right?”

No one answered. Shuffling sounds and muffled voices can be heard coming from inside the treatment room.

“And there is absolutely nothing wrong with my eyes? Nor am I hallucinating?” Usopp continued as the Straw Hats remained silent.

Sanji peered from behind the kitchen counter. "Oi, what are you prattling on about Usopp?"

"Uhm..."

“A-Ano, Usopp-san," Brook spoke at last, raising one bony hand. "I don't think you're hallucinating. I also saw something even if I don’t have any eyes to see, yohohoho!”

“Finally!” Usopp threw his hands up in relief.

Sanji muttered a saw what? with an intrigued look visible on his face. Everyone seemed distracted about something. Even Luffy was chewing slowly with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Aaw!" Franky hollered. "That was, uh, how should I say this…"

“Surprising?” Robin offered.

“Yeah! Supeeer!” The cyborg nodded.

“Hmm... but rather expected.” The archaeologist said with an enigmatic smile.

Usopp stared at Robin incredulously. “Expected? Really? Those two?" Pointing at the door behind him with his thumb. "Aren’t they mortal enemies? Polar opposites of each other? Always at each other's throats?"

“Well… from what we saw, they are in each other’s throats.” Franky casually pointed out, shrugging his massive shoulders.

"Wait," Sanji stepped out of the kitchen to join them at the dining area. "What exactly is going on? What are you guys talking about?"

Usopp swallowed thickly. Like he will be the one to break the news to their neurotic chef.

“Ne, minna,” Luffy suddenly spoke up, tilting his head to one side. "Are they... kissing?" His voice dropped down in a hush.

Sanji's head immediately whipped towards their captain.

Chopper bounded towards Luffy, grabbing at the hem of his shorts. "They are Luffy!"

Luffy made a disgusted face. "Why would they want to do that?"

In a blink of an eye, the cook was all over the younger boy’s face snarling. "Who‘s kissing sencho?"

Luffy stiffened at that and pursed his lips, looking away. As much as he is a bit slow on the uptake... the devil fruit user knows when danger is looming in.

"Who is kissing sencho, huh?" Sanji repeated; stressing each word carefully as he clutched the front of Luffy's shirt tightly. His face drew nearer the rubber man’s.

"Sanji kowai!" Chopper cried as he dashed towards Robin to hide—in the wrong way, of course—behind her leg. Robin reached down to pat the reindeer's head to comfort him.

The three older Mugiwaras exchange subtle glances. Sanji will definitely go berserk once he finds out who they are talking about.

They all simultaneously eyed Usopp, who shook his head violently and pointed at Luffy.

Beads of perspiration appeared on Luffy’s forehead as he persistently refused to look at the blond. Sanji glanced around, feeling dread settle in the pit of his stomach. Nobody answered his question.

He mentally counted all those present inside the galley.

Sudden realization dawned onto him. Two of his crew mates were missing. He knows Zoro is still inside the infirmary and his lovely Nami-swan is...

With a growl, he released Luffy and turned towards the treatment room. Usopp trembled as blazing, blue eyes nailed him on the spot.

Holy shit!

He swallowed heavily as the chef slowly stalked towards the infirmary looking out for blood.

Usopp whirled around and pounded at the door. “Uh guys! Guys! I just thought you should know that Sanji is about to diable jambe his way through this door! Eeep!”

The door suddenly swung open and Usopp stumbled inside… right into Zoro’s chest. He clung at the tall lad’s green garb to prevent himself from falling face first on the floor.

“Oi!”

“Oh you’re decent now Zoro?” Usopp observed, recalling what he witnessed earlier. His eyes met the swordsman’s glaring one. He grinned sheepishly before shrinking back a bit after looking at Nami’s annoyed ones.

“Just so you two also know... we all saw that.” He whimpered before scrambling behind the katana wielder.

Nami and Zoro exchange agitated looks.

"I'm blaming you for this Zoro," Nami growled out, smacking him on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

"I already told you, the other door." The navigator groaned, gesturing at the door at the other end of the room. "That door! I even pointed it out!"

"It's not my fault your instructions are confusing wo—"

"Oi marimo," Sanji interrupted in an ice-cold tone as he stood near the doorway. One of his legs was starting to flare up. "What the hell are you doing to Nami-san?"

"None of your business shit-cook,” Zoro snarled in a dangerous tone.

Behind him Usopp shivered. There was something different about the way the two men faced off each other.

His eyes met Nami’s as Zoro and Sanji continued to stare each other down.

The girl looked confused. "Wait... what does Sanji-kun mean? I thought you said all? Did he not saw it too?" She hissed at the sharp-shooter.

“Uhh… no. If he did, then he would’ve already busted through that door to murder your boyfriend.”

“NANI?!” Sanji spat out viciously. “Boyfriend?!” There was a sound of explosion as the cook burst into anger-ridden flames. “MA-RI-MOOOO!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!”

Zoro stepped out of the infirmary. “Really? Then come here cook. I’d like to see you try.”

“Ah. Sanji-san’s burning too brightly.” Brook remarked as they watched the mayhem unfolding.

“Too brightly he just might burn down the Sunny.” Robin commented calmly.

“Oi don’t you go damaging Sunny!” Franky warned, sensing the brewing clash between the two. “If you want to fight, take it outside alright?”

Nami exhaled sharply as she rubbed a finger against her temple. Things just got way out of hand.

Her brown eyes settled on Zoro, who was now looking downright pissed. She knows how he doesn’t like other people prying into their private business, which is why they kept what’s between them behind closed doors.

It was just their damn luck that one of the damned doors literally opened and spilled their secret out. No thanks to Usopp.

Zoro unexpectedly let out an infuriated sigh while scratching his head. “Well, no use hiding it anymore I guess,” he muttered in an annoyed tone.

She perked up at that. "You mean…” she raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you ok with that?"

The former pirate hunter looked like he was thinking, then he shrugged. "I'll live. Besides,” he looked back at Nami. “We can't really lie our way out of what they saw right?"

"Well..." Nami's brown eyes skimmed over the faces of their friends, who were watching them with expectant looks on their faces. All except Sanji who was still blazing with fury, spewing out expletives and probably death threats to Zoro in a language no one can understand.

“How bad do you think it will be?” The corner of Zoro’s lips quirked up as he ask her that question.

The cat burglar smiled, stepping beside him. If he was ok with revealing their relationship, then all the more she is. “Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

Usopp suddenly raised a hand from behind them. “I’m all for it too guys! So out with it!”

The two scariest members of the Mugiwara crew glowered at him and Usopp cowered.

“A-and j-ju-just to be clear,” he stuttered. “Even if I’m a bit weirded out with all this and I don’t know which is scarier, you two biting each other’s head off or you two actually teaming up to bite someone’s head off… I’m ok with your relationship guys!”

“KUSO!!!” Sanji bellowed when he heard that. “I will kill you next shitty sniper!”

“Eeeep!!!”

“Ara…” Robin spoke from somewhere behind Sanji. “So you two are finally going to make it official?”

“Hmmm… you sound like you know Robin-san?” Brook queried.

“Seems pretty obvious to me.”

“Aah! I somehow agree.” The musician nodded.

Nami blew at her bangs exasperatedly. She should’ve expected that Robin would have an inkling somehow. “Like we have a choice,” she said wryly. “Zoro?”

Zoro dipped his head in agreement. His lone eye strayed at each crew member’s face before settling at the still blazing and snarling cook and then at their captain. “We are together,” he announced curtly.

Sanji let out a painful howl loud enough for all the New World to hear as the flames surrounding him exploded.

“Marimo kusoooooo!!!”

“Whoa! Sugoi!” Chopper whispered from his hiding place. “Sanji’s burning brighter than ever!”

Luffy held the swordsman’s gaze, studying him for a moment. “Is that why you’re kissing her?”

“… Yeah.”

At the word ‘kissing’, more profanities came out of Sanji’s mouth, viler than ever as the flames surrounding him intensified.

Luffy folded his arms across his chest then stuck his tongue out, looking disgusted. “Why would you want to do that Zoro? That’s nasty!”

Zoro jerked back in surprise.

“You are exchanging spit. How gross is that?”

A vein popped on Zoro’s forehead as everybody’s jaw dropped open at their ever childlike captain.

“Temee...”

“Aho!” Nami shouted angrily at Luffy as Usopp shook his head disbelievingly. “Like you’re the one to talk about nasty and gross. Do not make me hit you!”

Luffy jumped back, making sure he was far from Nami’s reach, even if the orange-haired woman was on the other end of the room.

Chopper watched the scene unfolding before him from behind Robin’s leg. “I think it’s great!” He shyly declared.

“Hmm? Chopper?” Robin smiled fondly at the doctor. “You mean you are ok with Zoro and Nami being together?”

Nami quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really Chopper?”

The blue-nosed reindeer nodded. “Yes! I think it’s really cool!”

“Why thank you Chop—”

“You two are both scary,” Chopper continued. “You’re perfect for each other!!” He confidently, innocently stated while still looking at them with eyes twinkling in admiration.

There was a pause as his words sunk in.

“WHAT PART OF ME IS SCARY CHOPPER?!” Nami thundered as Chopper blanched and hid behind Robin’s leg again.

Franky shook his head, pitying the poor little guy. “Why would you even say that?”

“But…” Chopper sniffled.

“Nami-saaan!” Sanji wailed suddenly. “Nami-saaan!”

“Oh great,” Usopp groaned from behind Zoro. “He’s crying harder than when we met the mermaids in Fishman Island.”

“Sanji-kun?”

“Why Nami-san? Whyyy?!” He sobbed loudly, the flames around him still burning intensely.

Nami lifted her hands in mock-surrender. “Matte… Sanji-kun…”

Zoro shoved a pinky in his ear looking irritated. “Aho.”

“Urusei shitty swordsman!!!” Sanji roared and he continued yowling a string of curses all directed to his now—officially—love rival.

“Aww!” Franky hollered above the blond’s continuous outburst. “But honestly! This is supeeer! And here I thought you and swords-bro are gonna lie your way out of that."

Nami sighed as she watched the bawling chef. "Maybe we should have…" she glanced at Zoro, who tsk-ed.

"Girlie, we all saw you two with your tongues down each other’s throat," Franky deadpanned. "Unless you are trying to resuscitate each other, I don't think we'll be able to believe whatever it is you're going to say."

"Language Franky," Robin reminded him that there are still young-ish minds around them.

“Ooops! Sorry.”

“Well,” Robin stood up. “Congratulations are in order then, Nami, Zoro. I guess no more sneaking and slinking around the Sunny at odd hours.”

“So she does know,” Zoro grumbled. “Figures.”

“Well it is Robin after all.” Usopp mumbled. “You know? Eyes and ears and sometimes herself, everywhere.”

“Hnnn…”

Brook peeked from behind Sanji, completely unaffected by the blond chef’s absurd fire. “Congratulations Nami-san, Zoro-san,” he sang aloud. “Though I believe this will happen sooner or later. Maybe for the last time Nami-san can show...”

“No,” Zoro’s growl promised extreme pain at the perverted skeleton.

“I was just kidding Zoro-san.”

“Why is everyone ok with this?!” Sanji sobbed-yelled. “I am not ok with this! I vehemently object!”

“As expected...” Usopp exhaled wearily.

“Like I care about your opinion,” Zoro muttered.

“Shut up grass-head! Grrrrrrrr! The captain still has a say to this!” Sanji shouted at him.

At that everyone shifted their gazes at Luffy who was unexpectedly silent.

He looked like he was lost in his thoughts. A hush settled on them as they waited for their captain to say something. Even Sanji stopped burning and started waiting.

“I don’t know guys…” Luffy finally said.

“Luffy?” Nami shared a worried glance with Zoro. She unconsciously reached out for his hand.

Sanji smirked at the green-haired Supernova. “Oh! How about it? Looks like our captain’s gonna say no.”

“Hmph! You’re the only one who says no.”

“I hate you shitty marimo!” Then the color drained from his face when he saw their hands. “LET GO OF NAMI-SAN!!!”

Luffy strode towards them, staring at their joined hands. His eyes met Zoro’s gray one. “Are you sure about this Zoro?” He asked in a serious tone.

Zoro met his captain’s stare directly. “Yes.”

The younger man folded his arms across his chest. “You are really brave Zoro,” Luffy said with a nod. “Really, really brave.”

Everyone waited with bated breath to hear their captain’s decision.

“Aren’t you afraid of her? Nami can be really scary you know!”

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT AHO SENCHO??!!" Nami exploded, her fists colliding with Luffy’s head.

“Itaiiiii!”

The whole crew, except Robin, cringed at that.

“Point,” Usopp whispered. “Gosh he is so right!”

“I heard you Usopp!” Nami whirled around and glowered at him.

“Zoro!” The sniper shrieked, automatically taking a step behind the swordsman.

“Nami,” Zoro said in a firm tone as he reached for her hand this time. He squeezed it; a silent request for her to calm down and deal with the matter on hand first.

And also to stop her from beating the crap out of their captain and sniper.

Nami conceded but not without a pout. Zoro was right. They had to know what Luffy’s opinion about their relationship is first. She looked at him with a hint of apprehension in her chocolate-colored eyes.

He gave her a small, reassuring smile.

“Are you ok with this captain?” Zoro asked the straw-hat wearing lad who’s currently nursing a bump on his head.

“No he’s not.” Sanji answered.

“Shut up aho cook.”

“Make me muscle-head!”

The captain pouted, still rubbing his head. He looked at his two friends, their joined hands and their somehow uneasy faces. Zoro and Nami were the first ones to join his crew, the first ones to join him in his adventure. They may be at odds with each other most of the time but he knows that deep down they genuinely cared for each other. And they may not admit it, but he also knows how loyal they are to each other… the way they are both loyal to him and to their crew.

Now they are asking him, if they can pursue their relationship. If he will allow them to pursue it.

“Shishishi!” he suddenly laughed, clutching the straw hat he’s wearing on his head.

It was stupid. Why wouldn’t he?

He gave them a wide grin. “Of course I am!”

“Luffy!” Nami squealed, heart swelling with too much happiness as the others smiled at their captain’s answer.

Luffy turned to Zoro. “As long as you promise to protect Nami’s smile just like I did!”

Zoro grinned. “Yakusoku sencho.”

“Shishishi!”

“And as long as Nami promises to never let you get lost Zoro!”

“I don’t get lost Luffy!”

Nami laughed. “I promise captain! We couldn’t risk losing one of our best fighters right?”

“This calls for a celebration!” Luffy shouted enthusiastically as the others cheered and hooted.

Nami tugged lightly at Zoro’s hand. “You heard that Zoro?” She asked in a subtle tone amidst the noises their nakama were making.

Zoro grimaced when he saw that devious look on her face. The one that usually means trouble for him. “I did. And I get the feeling that I’m going to regret it.” He grumbled as Nami beamed at him.

He returned her smile. They made it past one major hurdle after another. They were able to finally tell their crew about them and got Luffy’s approval as well.

He brought her hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Oi Sanji! Make some meat! Lots and lots of meat!” Luffy pumped his fists into the air exuberantly. “Let’s celebrate!”

“You shitty captain! You gave them your blessings!" Sanji thundered, as tears streamed down his face. "Nami-san! Nami-san!” He cried as he flung himself on the navigator.

“Eeh? Sanji-kun,” Nami took a step back when the chef tried to wrap his arms around her.

“Nami-san!!!”

“Shit cook!” Zoro growled, shoving a hand on Sanji’s face before he can even touch Nami. “Hands off.”

“YOU get YOUR hands off Nami-san!!!”

"The one damn good thing about admitting this is that I finally get to tell you to BACK OFF!” Zoro shoved the cook away, stepping in front of the navigator. “Keep a one-mile radius away from her.”

“Damn you! As if that's possible! We are on a damn ship aho kenshin!”

“Oi Sanji!” Luffy yelled boisterously. “Let’s celebrate! Aren’t you happy for them?”

“NO!!! Only you would think that this is worth celebrating!”

"But if it makes Zoro and Nami happy, then I’m all for it,” Luffy said defiantly.

“I refuse to celebrate that asshole marimo’s happiness!!!"

“But… this calls for a feast. Captain’s order!”

"I don't care even if the devil himself orders it!"

“Quit bellyaching swirly,” Zoro groused. “It’s damn irritating!”

"NANI?!!!"

Nami rubbed a hand on her temple again as Sanji started bickering with Zoro. Between Robin's soft giggles, Franky and Brooks' laughters, Usopp and Chopper joining Luffy's chants of 'feast' and 'food'... she can feel a headache coming down.

"Oi Sanji!" Luffy whined getting impatient that their chef refused to prepare a feast for them. “Don’t you care about Nami’s happiness?”

That put a stop to all the noises and ruckus. The Mugiwaras all gaped Luffy. He just unwittingly used a psychological attack to make the cook bend.

It looked and felt like a ton of bricks hit Sanji everywhere as his mouth hung open in shock. His whole body trembled and he turned away from Luffy.

Of course he's all for Nami-san’s happiness. It’s the idiot moss-head that he doesn’t care about!

He immediately twirled around, kneeling in front of the surprised navigator. “My Nami-swaaan! My sweet mellorine! Of course I’ll do anything for you! Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy as well!”

Even if it's that second-rate swordsman.

It was just his tough luck that his angel had fallen for the uncouth, muscle-brained, useless marimo.

Sanji stood up tall and proud. “I hear you captain. I will prepare a feast. To celebrate their,” he glared daggers at Zoro. “Love. For. Each. Other.” He punctuated each word through gritted teeth.

“I will make all your favorites my love!" With that the cook headed towards the kitchen as Luffy followed him, cheering excitedly.

“What are the chances that we will have a stomachache after eating this feast?” Usopp whispered at Chopper.

“Chances are very high Usopp-san.” Brook answered as Chopper nodded. “Even if I don’t have any stomach to ache. Yohohoh!”

"Is the food gonna be ok?" Franky asked in a hushed tone. "I've got a feeling it would be bland... you know."

Robin placed a chin under her hand contemplatively. "Sanji's a great chef. I'm sure the food wouldn't get affected by his heart getting broken."

Everyone looked at Robin with wry expressions.

“If our food doesn’t taste good in the next few days, I’m blaming Zoro and Nami for it.” Usopp stated with a nod.

“Oi,” Zoro protested as Nami clonked the curly-haired lad on the head.

The chef suddenly stopped when reached the kitchen counter and Luffy smashed into his back. Sanji wasn’t even fazed as his eyes zeroed in on Zoro, who in turn narrowed his lone one at the blond.

“I’ll make all your favorites too, marimo.” Sanji said in a surprisingly pleasant tone that he never, ever used when talking to Zoro.

The blond smile. But there was an unmistakably, purely evil look in his eyes that was worth noting.

“Enjoy!”

They all stared at Zoro as Usopp gasped when a horrifying thought struck to him.

"Good freaking Kami! He's gonna poison you!"

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

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itsanerdlife · 6 years ago

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Everything You Want 7/18

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Lies. Fuck ton of lies. So many lies. Lots of secrets. So many fucking secrets. Language. Violence. Slow Burn. Lots of fighting. Heartbreak. Death threats. Kidnapping. Murder.

Someone is coming for you and your son, Anthony. Too many secrets and too many enemies for you to count. You got out, for reasons. Secret reasons, only Clint Barton knows. Or so you think? Clint takes you back to the safest place there is, Avengers Tower. But how are you supposed to face Peter? Keep your secrets in check? Keep your feelings under wraps? It’s been almost two years, can you really keep it together? You just need to put an end to whoever wants you. Than walk away, like everything is the same, right? Or will you be the one surprised? Everything blows up, leaving you holding the shreds of your secrets and fear.

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“Can he have a taste?” Steve looks rather excited.

“If you want to share.” You laugh, sipping from the smoothie in your hand.

“Can he use a straw?” Buck looks at the baby strapped to his chest, under his jacket.

“Yeah, for the most part.” You smile, nodding. Steve tips his straw and holds it still for Anthony who takes a big drink. His eyes get wide and his mouth starts going, he snaps his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Mmmm.” He sucks in his bottom lip.

“I’ll take it he liked that.” Steve laughs.

“He’s going to be all over you to have more.” You laugh.

“Ahhh!” Anthony calls at Steve, his mouth opening. Tony grins, stepping in.

“Here, try this one.” Tony lets Anthony sip from his straw.

“Mmmm.” Anthony waves his arms and pats Buck in the face.

“Here, if you’re hungry.” You pull Peter to a stop and open the diaper bag, pulling out a bottle. You uncap it handing it over to Buck.

“Just like, how?” He looks at the bottle to Anthony who’s mouth is open waiting. Nat rolls her eyes, taking the bottle, she tips it and Anthony leans back into the support of the wrap.

“Hold.” Nat instructs. Buck nods, holding the bottle with the tips of his fingers.

“This is kind of neat.” Buck grins, looking rather proud of himself.

“Remember he spit up on you last time.” Peter chuckles, swapping you smoothies. You clench your teeth, trying to shove down the feelings, the flutter in your stomach at his actions. “What’s with the pineapple?” Peter looks at you swallowing his drink from your cup.

“Helps with milk production.” You nod, sipping from the straw in the cup, in your hands now.

“Really?” Tony looks over at you. You nod, chewing your bottom lip.

“Alright,” Peter grins throwing his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. The butterflies in your stomach and chest erupt “split a cotton candy with me.” He grins.

“Aw man, Buck’s going to make run stairs.” You groan but follow Peter’s lead.

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You rub the back of your neck, your head tips, and your body stiffens. Someone is watching you.

“What?” Peter took notice of the hair standing on the back of your neck. You smile, it’s weak and fake, as you step closer to Bucky.

“Remember your promise to me?” You look up at Buck before you kiss Anthony’s cheek.

“Yes.” Buck blinks confused eyes at you.

“You keep him safe, Barnes. I don’t care what you have to do.” You nod, tucking Ton’s beanie over his ears. He’s fast asleep on Buck’s chest.

“Y/N?” Tony steps forward.

“Someone’s watching me.” You look up, locking eyes with Clint.

“Parker, remember the deal.” Clint nods, stepping back into the crowd.

It’s like he vanished, one second he was there and the next he was gone before your eyes. Peter steps in closer to you, he’s listening, your eyes slowly close. Your body hummed with adrenaline, everything in your body, deep into your bones, knew it was coming.

“Wanda, stay on Buck.” Steve flips to Cap mode. “We know the deal people, stay alert.” You see him nod as your eyes open.

You glance around, Sam’s gone, you turn looking for him. A faint click, the cocking of a gun, your blood runs cold. You spot them a few feet away, a dark skinned arm wraps around his neck, shoving his arm up, with the hold.

“Wrong baby.” Sam growls close to his ear.

The trigger is pulled a shot into the air. People are running, screaming, you’re shoved. Steve catches you, putting up right. Buck yanks the straps on the side of the jacket he wore. Your brow slips up and your mouth pops open, nanotech armor spreads across Buck’s chest, housing and protecting Anthony.

“Tony?” You whirl around.

“Avengers baby gear.” He shrugs, flipping his watch around, the same nanotech spreads across his hand, forming a glove like the Iron Man suit. “It’s air filtered by the way.” He adds before he’s shoving through the running crowd. As the crowd thins and the street empties, you’re left with a handful of men armed, watching you.

“This doesn’t involve you other Avengers. Just those two and the baby.” One speaks up. You and Peter exchange a look, as his hand levels with the two of you, his finger pointed at the two of you.

“Than it involves us.” Steve speaks up. His foot collides with the back fender of a parked car, it swings, slamming into one of the men. Sam smashes out the knee he has hold of, and sucker punches him, rendering him unconscious on the street.

“Just the two.” The man calls, as a fight breaks out.

“Buck, Run!” You shout, as Peter charges at a man, the two of them rolling across the road.

You run a short distance from the fight jumping up on the back of a parked car, you come to a stop on the roof. You watch Wanda and Buck fighting off those who are tailing them. Clint joined the fight, from where you didn’t know. Nat slams a man’s head into a parking meter. Tony struggles against another as Steve tries to clear a path for Buck. You put your finger tips in your mouth, letting out a loud whistle, that makes everyone stop, looking around.

“Listen!” You shout, Peter is eyeballing you with panicked eyes. “Come and get me.” You smirk, sliding down the windshield of the car, you push off into a sprint. You could hear footsteps after you. “Pick them off.” You pant, knowing who was listening for you.

You leap off another car, tuck and rolling across the cement. You land on your feet, taking off at a sprint down a random side street. You made it a block over, before you scramble to a stop, looking for anything to help defend yourself. You notice the pipe just inside the alley. You give it a test toss, catching it. You step into the alley, waiting, listening.

“Find her.” A man pants. Not a voice you had committed to memory. You ready, pulling back, footsteps get closer. Stepping out you swing, the pipe connects to his midsection, before you slam it up and into his head, he drops to the ground.

“You good?” You poke a foot at the man on the ground, his limp body rolls over. “No? Okay.” You nod. The other comes around the corner, his gun pointed at you, you glance at the pipe.

“Didn’t you know better than to bring a pipe to a gun fight?” He chuckles.

“You need me alive, for whoever you work for. Guess I’m not too worried.” You smirk, pointing the pipe at him. “But did you really think I would go that easy? I mean I am an Avenger.” You laugh softly.

“No you aren’t. You’re retired.” He smirks, your stomach sinks. “Just like we know who the father of that little boy is.” He chuckles and your blood boils.

“You won’t get to him.” You warn him.

“We got to you.” He smirks.

“What am I, nothing much. Just a single mom.” You shrug.

“Oh no you’re so much more than that. You and that baby are everything he could want. So, we’re going to take that from him.” He smirks. Your stomach flips, and your throat closes. You lick your lips, glancing down the alley, you clock your escape, you could do it. You’d risk getting shot, but that wasn’t the worst thing.

“Hard to take something he doesn’t have or know about.” You reply, your body tenses, ready to push off.

The shot rang out, the pain nauseating, your back hit the sidewalk and your head bounced a few times. It was like slow motion. You heard to sound of a thump and a body hitting the sidewalk. Your vision blurred as you stared up at the sky, your brain couldn’t contemplate what was happening to you.

“Hey, no.” Someone’s over you, they’re blurry, hands on you. “Come on, stay awake. Talk to me.” The pleading voice. “Come on baby, talk to me.” Your eyes flutter and shut.

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coffeecomicsgalore · 5 years ago

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25 Days of Adrien (+6 of Marinette)

Santa's Village at the Trocadero leads to a funny encounter with reindeers.

Ao3

Chapter 13 – Reindeer

It was a blustery Saturday morning; a dusting of snow had fallen overnight coating the sidewalks with a thin layer of frost. There was a market event called Santa’s Village taking place at the Trocadero Gardens that Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino had wanted to go check out. Crafters, farmers, and herders all participated in the event, allowing Parisians the opportunity to enjoy some delicious handmade treats or purchase any last-minute handmade Christmas gifts for their loved ones.

Tom and Sabine always participated at this event. It was one that they particularly loved as they were able to get away from the bakery for a day all while enjoying the crisp chill air (according to Tom at least; the bakery could get quite warm at different points of the day). They also enjoyed handing out treats to all the shoppers that perused the grounds. It was also an opportunity for Tom to bring new flavor offerings that everyone could sample and comment on.

Luckily, Marinette did not need to assist her parents in the event until part way through the morning. This event became a little busier when the day warmed up a bit and the shoppers that disliked the cold could walk around. This allowed her to be with her friends and enjoy the event before saying goodbye to her friends to assist. This year, Adrien was also asked to help if he was available. This only made him reschedule any afternoon plans just to help out her family.

Adrien arrived at Marinette’s home early, hoping the late sleeper was actually awake. Her maman and papa had already left to set up their booth leaving Marinette to wake up on her own. Ultimately, this meant that she was either awake working on some design or that she was still sleeping the morning away.

Not waiting to see what she could be up to, he knocked loudly on the door to the home and waited for any sounds of life. Finally, he could hear some ramblings, a squeak, a sudden thud with a quick ‘I’m okay!’, before hearing the door unlock. Adrien could only laugh when the door opened to the blue-eyed girl with disheveled hair and a sleepy look to her eyes.

“I’m awake,” she stated with a yawn.

“Sure, love, and I’m the king of France.”

“Ha. Ha.” Marinette said, deadpanned. “Come on in. I’m just in the middle of getting ready.”

Adrien could only look up and down at his sleepy girlfriend, noticing she was still wearing her pajamas, wearing only a sock on her foot. Her hair wasn’t combed, but he could see that she at least brushed her teeth – little remnants of blue toothpaste left on the side of her lips.

Moments like this make him love her so much more. She was completely comfortable around him now, not allowing this funny look to embarrass her. He remembered all those moments where her frustrations got the best of her so long ago. The cute events that made him realize how much she really meant to him. He was so oblivious back then, but not anymore. He adored this.

Marinette pointed to the kitchen counter, a pile of pastries waiting for the two to enjoy together. “I’m going to finish getting ready. There’s coffee on the pot if you want some, and you are welcome to any pastries.” She kissed his cheek. “I will be right back. Alya and Nino will meet us here. Could you let them in when they get here?”

“Sure, love. I’ll take care of it. It’s cold out, so dress warm.”

She could only pout. She really hated the cold. It only got worse as the years with the miraculous gave her more of her kwami’s tendencies – meaning: bugs can’t handle the cold, and that meant neither could she.

Adrien was enjoying a bite of a croissant when Nino and Alya arrived. Soon after, Marinette bolted down the stairs greeting their friends with content. “Grab a pastry. My parents left plenty!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Alya stated while Nino grinned as he grabbed a strawberry danish.

Soon enough they were all bundled up, ready to head to the event.

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The four friends arrived to the Trocadero, stopping to soak in the view. The entire garden was filled with decorated booths and countless little makeshift homes, each resembling a space an elf could live or work in in the North Pole. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful and the dusting of snow only contributed to that effect.

Conversations filled the air as they walked up and down the many rows. Alya and Nino needed to purchase a few items for their families and were able to mark those items off their list rather quickly.

“The makers here are so talented.” Alya said excitedly. “I’m so glad we came. Everything here in one spot was a perfect idea.”

Nino and Adrien nodded in agreement, also holding bags of their own purchases. Marinette smiled, her mind wandering due to the cold. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a pen with particularly cute animals eating bales of hay.

Adrien noticed the loving smile; the same one she gets when she notices something adorable. He wraps his arm around her, both to warm her up and to gesture her towards the animals.

Alya and Nino followed them, awing at the cuteness in the pen. There were some sheep, a horse, and a donkey just minding their own business. Every once in a while, the horse turned to the bystanders hoping that someone had a delicious apple to chew on. Hiding in the corner were two reindeer snuggling together as they ate some straw.

Marinette had meandered over to them ever so slowly, not wanting to scare them with her presence. They looked to her without being afraid, allowing Marinette to pet their snouts. Adrien took the reindeer’s comfort in the action as his queue to do the same.

Nino looked at the reindeer before crouching down to bend the stiffness of his legs from standing too long. Before he could get up, he could feel something uncomfortably heavy sitting on the top of his head. As he tried to look up to see what it was, coldness reached his ears as he realized the creature had stolen his hat.

“Dude!” Nino could only stare in shock, his hands covering his head. He quickly grabbed the cap from the reindeer, merely avoiding the precious hat from being ruined. “Not cool, my man.”

The three friends laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Marinette looked at her watch to see that they would need to part ways soon. As they finished the last row of homes, they noticed a small line to the jolly old man sitting on the large chair.

Marinette smiled as a thought crossed her mind. “Anyone want to take a photo with Santa Claus?”

Adrien furrowed his brow at the question. “Aren’t we a little old for this?”

“Come on. It would be fun! Haven’t you ever taken a photo with Santa before? Anyways, I would like to have one taken with my three best friends.”

Adrien frowned a bit. “Actually, no. Father never allowed me to do it. Didn’t work for his ‘brand’.” Adrien grumbled a bit as he air-quoted the word “brand”.

Alya, Nino and Marinette looked at each other with mutual determination.

“That settles it!” Marinette grabs Adrien’s hand before heading towards the line. “We are all taking a photo. And you will be sitting in Santa’s lap. No exceptions!”

Adrien laughed at her excitement. So he felt a little old doing this, but she’s right. He has never had the opportunity to do this.

When they reached Santa Claus, the couples took turns sitting on his lap before taking a group photo. Adrien sat on Santa’s lap in both photos, Nino mirroring him in his own photos. They all enjoyed the interaction, Santa included with a boisterous jolly laugh. “Merry Christmas!”

When they received their photos, Alya and Marinette hugged while Nino and Adrien fist bumped their goodbyes.

“Alright, so that was fun.” Adrien laughed as he thought of the photos.

“I told you!” Marinette gleamed. “Now let’s head to Maman’s and Papa’s booth. They want us to pass out their newest flavor of hot cocoa!”

“Mmmm.” was the only thing Adrien could muster up before being dragged by Marinette.

#mlholidays2k19 #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fandom

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emetoandotherthings · 6 years ago

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J = Jet Lag

A/N: I’ve been away at a conference and I’m just back, so I thought it’s about time for the next part the collab by @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak and me! You can find part one HERE (choking), part two HERE (drugged), part three HERE (seasick), and part four HERE (fever). We hope you enjoy this part just as much as the rest!

McKenzie slumped back against the wall of his dorm room, ducking his head low so as to avoid banging it on the underneath of the top bunk. How he'd managed to draw the short straw here and end up with the bottom bunk, he didn't know - but he felt it ever more keenly here, in the land of the shorter stature. He'd already felt like a giant walking through the streets of Tokyo, and he was slightly worried about the rugby team they'd be playing - it was very possible they might flatten them all.

He hitched a grin onto his face as he clutched his iPad in his hands and tapped on the screen, listening as the ringing dial tone echoed about the empty room.

Bridie glared at her textbook. She had midterms coming up, and this particular module was absolutely refusing to be understood. She’d been banging her head against this chapter for the whole morning, and she still couldn’t answer the stretching questions at the end. Pulling her laptop towards her, she opened up a new page of notes, hoping that reorganising the information would make it sink in better. As she began typing, a little blue icon popped up in the corner of her screen. She clicked on it, her face lighting up as she waited for the connection to establish.

“Hey McKenzie!” She greeted enthusiastically. “How are you? How was Dubai? How’s Japan? Tell me everything!!”

“Hey!” He tried to inject a tone of cheeriness in his voice as Bridie’s picture pixeled into view. “Dubai was great! It was so hot though, I thought I was going to melt halfway through the game! How are you getting on?”

“I’ll bet!” Bridie exclaimed. “Did you win though?”

“Of course,” McKenzie puffed himself up slightly, then banged his head on the top bunk. “Ouch!” The iPad wobbled as he put one hand up to rub the top of his head.

Bridie sniggered. “You’re a melon… But Japan! I’m so jealous, I want to hear all about it.”

“It’s great,” he said, but he was struggling to keep his voice at that jaunty bouncy level as usual. “I feel like an absolute giant though… we went for a walk once we’d dropped our cases off here this morning, and it’s so so different to anywhere else I’ve been.”

“Arrghhh,” Bridie groaned frustratedly. “I want to go so bad! What else have you done today? Please tell me you’re going to go and experience stuff while you’re there, not just chuck a ball around a field…”

“Course!” He replied. “I think we’re going to some temples tomorrow after training, then… uh, I can’t really remember where else… but somewhere!” He rubbed his hand across his face, the cogs in his brain working slowly.

“That’s so cool! You have to take pictures for me!” Bridie demanded. She picked her laptop up, going to lie on her bed. “What about tonight? Not gonna lie, I didn’t think you’d have time to call with how you guys are always together.”

“You’ll have to watch - your snapchat is gonna get bombarded!” He smiled, leaning back against the wall; he felt overly tired, like his limbs were being weighed down. “The guys have gone out to a karaoke place, I think.”

“Oh fun!” Bridie grinned. “They do it different over there, like in private booths, and you can order food up and stuff, my dad told me.” She paused, peering curiously at McKenzie. He looked exhausted, which she guessed was to be expected, but she couldn’t tell if the pallor of his skin was real or just a trick of the light. “Why aren’t you with them? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah - I’m…” He tried to think of how to reply, forcing a smile back onto his face. “I’m just tired…” He finished lamely, hoping she’d believe him.

“I can imagine,” Bridie said gently. “They really work you hard, huh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again; he felt a wave of tiredness and longing sweep through his body, and he wished he could have a hug from her. “How are you getting on?”

“Heh, you know,” she shrugged. “Exams are kicking my arse. I just want to run away to the countryside until they’re over. The usual.” She chewed her lip, a knot of concern forming in her belly. He really did seem worn out, his face drawn and his eyes tight. “Maybe you should have a nap Kenzie,” she suggested. “Or at least a lie down?”

“Well, I’ll be a distraction from studying any time you want,” he suggested kindly. “I tried to have a bit of a nap earlier, but it’s like, I’m tired, but I’m not tired tired, if you understand?”

“Mmmm,” Bridie hummed, looking unconvinced. “I guess.”

“Do you have any grand adventures planned for while I’m over here?” He asked, hoping he’d sound normal and interested.

“Not that I can think of…” She pondered for a second. “I think I might take the boat down to Loch Lomond once my exams have finished, but nothing major. What’s your schedule like when you get back? You free at all?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have some… rest time,” McKenzie took a sharp intake of breath as his head gave an achy throb. “Recuperate, all that stuff, y’know?”

“Hey, you ok?” Bridie frowned down at her screen. McKenzie’s face had screwed up in what looked like pain - only for a second, but she was certain it had happened.

“Uh huh!” McKenzie replied, a little too quickly, his voice higher pitched than usual.

“Hey, no. Don't do that!” Bridie ordered sharply.

“What?” McKenzie’s eyes went wide, uncertain about being reprimanded.

“Just tell me what's wrong,” she wheedled. “You're clearly not quite right.”

“I - I…” McKenzie started, then he sighed heavily. “I don’t know…”

Bridie ran a hand through her hair. He looked really rather dejected, and she had the sudden urge to wrap her arms round him and not let go until he cheered up. Or rub his back until he fell asleep. Or… She really wasn’t sure where this was coming from - she wasn’t at all used to worrying this much. But he was six thousand miles away, and there was so little she could actually do for him. “Sorry, sorry. I’m not mad, I’m just worried. You’re looking a little peaky. If it’s not that you’re tired, are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’ve felt kinda funny since the flight…” He admitted, biting his lip. “I’ve never really done long-haul before, and I just feel like I’ve been run over.”

“Ohh…,” she trailed off, unsure what to say that wouldn’t sound patronising or insincere. “Could be jet lag? Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Not… not really?” McKenzie cast his mind back to the night before; everything was such a blur, from them playing on the pitch in sweltering heat, then scrambling to get all their stuff into bags and to the airport for their onward flight to Japan. “I kinda catnapped on the plane for a bit… but we were on a bit of a high.”

“Hmmm… And you’re what, nine hours ahead? So still…-” She paused, having to count on her fingers. “Still a whole five hours ahead of Dubai I think. I’m not surprised you feel a bit run down.”

“Is it common like?” He asked. “I’d always kinda thought jet lag was a bit of a joke…”

Bridie tapped away at her keyboard, searching up the term. “Yeah, um, it’s a legit thing. For some people it’s worse than others I think, but especially bad if you travel east. Ah, here. It says: ‘Jet lag is a temporary sleep disorder that occurs when your body's biological clock is not in sync with the local time zone you are in.” So basically like, your body still thinks you’re here, and that might be what’s making you feel bad…”

McKenzie frowned slightly. “So it’s to do with sleep?” He said. “So it wouldn’t account for feeling… anything else?”

She glanced up from website she was reading. “Well, it’s not just sleep. If your...everything’s a bit out wack, so it can make you feel physically unwell too. Why?”

“It’s just…” McKenzie took a slow breath in, a cold shiver running through his body, as he looked down at the image of Bridie. “I don’t feel that great really…” He replied vaguely.

“Oh hun…” Bridie’s brow wrinkled sadly. “I’m sorry, that’s rubbish.”

McKenzie sighed, nodding his head slightly, drawing his knees up slightly closer to his chest. “I wish you were here.”

A bashful smile tugged at Bridie’s lips, and she turned away slightly, her hair obscuring her face. “Alright big guy, here’s what we’re going to do. It’s a semi-reasonable time to go to sleep over there, right?”

“Well, yeah…” McKenzie nodded again.

“Ok. Go and get yourself a glass of water, get into something comfy, and have a lie down. I’ll be right here, so if you can’t sleep it’s not a problem we can just talk, but I think you should at least give yourself a chance - and give your body a rest.”

“I’m - kinda already in my pyjamas,” McKenzie admitted, his cheeks going a little pink.

“Brilliant.” She smiled encouragingly. “Looks like we’re on the same page here then. Come on, you can’t be comfortable all hunched over like that.”

“Okay…” McKenzie tried to prop his tablet upright, so he could lie on his side and still be able to see her.

“Hey, water first,” she reminded him softly. “Even if you don’t drink the whole thing. Or you’ll wake up feeling horrible - planes really dry you out.”

“Okay bossy boots,” McKenzie chuckled slightly, reaching down the side of his bed and bringing up a water bottle, which he shook gently at the camera, before taking a swig. “Happy?”

“Yeah. Yeah I am actually. Thank you,” Bridie teased, shifting her screen so that she could revise some flashcards while they talked. “Alright, try to look a bit more like you might actually try to sleep instead of like you’re lying down because I told you to, that’d be great.”

“Why don’t you tell me about what you’re studying?” He suggested quietly. “Teach me, via face call.”

“Aha, if you want. I guarantee you’ll find it boring.” She picked the first card off the top of the pile. “So, sustainable building is important because our buildings consume up to 50% of the physical resources in their environment. Once built, they continue to be a direct cause of pollution because of the emissions produced in them or their impact on the ground.” She paused, studying his face on her screen. His eyes were drooping closed, and she felt a slight ache in her chest just looking at him; it must be so awful to be sick and so very far from home. She plucked up the next card. “Sustainable building materials must be highly durable and can incorporate different technologies, such as capturing carbon dioxide. There are other original techniques, such manufacturing concrete with recycled tyre rubber; using the mud from sewage plants for making bricks; reusing industrial waste materials such as rock, ash, mud…”

Bridie was brought out of talking by the rustle of sound, looking up at her screen she saw McKenzie had taken hold of his tablet and sat up on his bed again.

“You can’t sleep sitting up, hun,” she joked, although she felt a slight sense of consternation now that his too-pale face was more in the light. “Everything ok?”

“No,” McKenzie mumbled, wrapping his free arm around his midriff and leaning forwards slightly; he took a couple of slow deep breaths in and trying to convince himself that the burn in his chest wasn't the creep of stomach acid. “I can't lie down…”

“What’s wrong?” She pressed softly. “Can I help at all?”

“I feel…” He stifled a hiccup into his hand. “Really sick…”

“Awwh babe, I’m so sorry,” Bridie sighed. “Try to relax, I know it’s not nice.”

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “I'm - I'm sorry…” He stifled another hiccup into his hand. “Maybe I should go - let you study.”

Bridie looked doubtful. “Is there anyone there with you?”

“Nah, they've all gone out…” He shook his head minutely, and that small action seemed to compound the way he was feeling. He clapped his hand to his mouth as his stomach gave a little lurch, and he forced himself to swallow hard.

“I’m not letting you go through this by yourself,” Bridie said adamantly. “It’s bad enough that you’re so far away. Studying can wait.”

“You're… you're so lovely, y'know?” McKenzie told her, now massaging his stomach with his free hand.

“Yeah, yeah.” She brushed him off. “You’ve done this for me how many times?”

“I think - hic! - we're even…” McKenzie answered, then groaned as his stomach cramped again.

“Yeah.” Bridie replied. “Exactly.” McKenzie’s face twisted, and she felt her hands twitching; the need to make sure he was alright was like an itch under her skin. “Deep breaths Kenzie, you’re alright. You feeling really rough?”

“Yeah…” He sniffed, he could feel hot tears burning at the back of his eyes, but he didn't want to let them spill out - this was bad enough without him crying too.

“Oh Kenzie…,” she consoled him gently. “It’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“This is a nightmare…” McKenzie muttered, shifting his leg from underneath him as it had gone to sleep.

“You’ll be fine in a couple of days,” Bridie said, uncertain whether that would be helpful to him at all. In reality, it could be over a week until he felt better, but she was sure that he wouldn’t want to hear that.

“I've got training…” He said mournfully.

“Usually people don’t get sick from jet lag, so I doubt this’ll last that long,” Bridie reassured him, although she found it a little ridiculous that he was thinking about training when he was feeling so unwell. She wondered if he’d be feeling this anxious about it if he’d come down with food poisoning or a virus. “As long as you get a good sleep tonight, it shouldn’t put a spanner in your training schedule…”

“I'll do my best…” He replied. “I am tired… just don't feel like sleeping is an option yet.”

“Are you actually going to be sick d’you think, or are you maybe just nauseous?” Bridie asked tentatively. “Because you know like, sometimes it can mess with your belly just when you’re too tired.”

“I keep getting like… weird spasms,” McKenzie said, “I don't know. I feel pretty bad…”

“Alright,” Bridie said soothingly. “We’ll see how you go then, hm? How can I help? Distraction? Bit o’ quiet?”

“I like hearing you talk…” McKenzie admitted, feeling his cheeks pinken slightly. “Just about anything…”

“Okay…,” Bridie hesitated momentarily. “Have I ever told you about the time my dad took my friends camping and Seamus got stuck up a tree?”

“No, you've not!” McKenzie replied, settling back so he was leaning against the wall again.

“Alright, so me and my dad, we used to go camping a lot,” Bridie began, settling in for a potential long afternoon of storytelling, “and a lot of my friends never really left Belfast. So when I was about seven, for my birthday, I demanded that we take them with us. Just so it wasn’t so weird that we did it, and because it was my favourite thing, I don’t know. And I think he was worried about being the only adult in charge of so many kids, but I was absolutely set on it, and he’s never really been very good at saying no to me. So he packed six of us into the car and took us out of the city to this place we used to go all the time. It had everything you know? I think that’s why we went so often. Like, there were nice places to walk, and a reservoir nearby, and a rope swing over a stream not too far out, and my personal favourite - the climbing tree.”

“I used to have a climbing tree as a kid…” McKenzie mumbled, smiling as she spoke.

“Yeah?” Bridie grinned. “Aren’t they the best?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. There was something soothing about the rhythm of Bridie's voice.

“Yeah, so there’s this tree. And I’ve been climbing it since I could walk basically, but the boys being boys didn't believe me.” She continued her story, sensing that McKenzie wasn’t really up for much conversation. “So the little idiots decided we’d have a competition to see who could get up and down fastest.”

“Mmhmm? I tried to do that with my brother once,” McKenzie mumbled.

“Did that work out for you?” She asked drily. “Cos it definitely didn’t for them.”

“No, it didn't…”

She chuckled. “You’ll have to tell me about it sometime! Anyways, Darragh went first and he went up really fast, but coming down was harder and Orlaith cried the whole time, she was so scared. And then it was Seamus’ turn. And he went up OK, until he got nearly to the top and looked down.”

“I - um - sorry!” McKenzie had sat bolt upright; he could feel sweat trickling down the side of his face as though he’d been running at full pelt.

“Hey, you're alright,” Bridie soothed softly. “What's wrong?”

“I - I…” McKenzie bit his lip as the tears that he'd tried to hold back spilled out onto his face. “Ugh, this is so stupid.”

“Oh Kenzie…” Bridie chewed her lip, trying to find a way to comfort him and coming up empty. She was feeling a little useless, sat there on the wrong end of the call.

“Sorry, sorry,” he swiped furiously at his eyes again. “I’m sorry about this… I just don't know what to do!”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Bridie said insistently. “Sometimes you need to have a good cry, especially if you’re feeling lousy.”

“Yeah, it's just…” McKenzie sniffed. “I feel so far away.”

“I know, but I’m sure you’ll feel better soon and then you’ll enjoy being so far away! And then you’ll be home before you know it and you’ll wish you weren’t,” Bridie smiled encouragingly.

“I won't,” McKenzie said stubbornly.

“Oh you will.” Bridie rolled her eyes. “When you come back to this weather you really will.”

“I’ll get to be with you though,” he mumbled.

“You’re a sap,” Bridie chuckled. “I promise I’ll stay right here as long as you need…”

“You’re so good to me…” He smiled, then his stomach cramped again and he doubled forwards, pressing his hand to his belly. “Ugh…”

“Think I’m just about average to you to be honest,” Bridie muttered, slightly at a loss as the image in the screen bounced about with a clatter, until she was just looking at the slats of the top bunk. “You’re ok Kenzie.” She raised her voice, hoping he could still hear her. “Take some nice deep breaths for me, yeah?”

“Oouuhh…” She heard him groan. “Brrruuuaaarrpp!” The belch was low and loud across the speakers of the tablet, but it was still facing the ceiling. She winced. She really hated that he was having to deal with this by himself - that none of his teammates had stayed around or checked on him.

“Oh hun, that sounds rough,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry…”

The tablet moved, and McKenzie picked it up again, he was trembling slightly as he brought it back up. “I - I think ‘m gonna lie down again…”

Bridie nodded. She’d travelled a lot, and though she’d never had jet lag this bad - had never even met anyone who got jet lag to this extent - she was fairly certain that some rest would do him good. “Alright babe,” she said gently, pausing as it suddenly occurred to her that that wasn’t a word she’d used often. “If you can, I think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah…” He groaned slightly as he lay down on his side, holding the tablet so half of his face was in view. “Will you still talk to me?”

“Of course! Whatever you need.”

“Thank you…” He spoke softly. “Tell me ‘bout your climbing tree?”

Bridie smiled pensively. “Okay,” she began. “Storytime. Are you sitting comfortably?” She waggled her eyebrows as she asked the question.

“As much as I can be,” he answered back, his body felt heavy as he lay there.

“Alright, where was I?” Bridie mused, trying to remember where she’d left off. “Oh yeah, Seamus. So Seamus got to near the top much quicker than Darragh, but once you get up high the branches are much thinner. And I think he must have been trying to work out whether he could get away with stopping where he was and coming back down from there, or he wanted to see how far he’d come, I don’t know to be honest. But either way, he got up there and he looked down. And then he just...froze. Like a cat. And we couldn’t see his face because he was so far away, but we could hear this noise, and we eventually realised he was crying, and being the mean kids that we were, obviously, we started poking fun. And then I guess eventually we realised he was actually stuck and we started trying to help - like, give instructions and stuff.”

“Mmmhmm?” McKenzie sniffed a little, tears were still periodically leaking out of his eyes as he listened.

“Yeah, so we’re like shouting up to him where he can put his feet, trying to get him to come down, and he just won’t move, he’s petrified. So I went up cos I knew the tree best, and I got to just underneath him and I pulled on a branch and the tree kinda swayed. Like I said, we were high up and it was all getting thinner. So the tree moves and he screams bloody murder, and the first thing he says since he got stuck there is telling me not to come higher. So I’m trying to persuade him to just move his feet down, cos it’s perfectly safe like, I do it all the time, don’t be such a baby. And I was so tempted to just grab his ankle and pull to get him moving, which in hindsight was a terrible idea and I’m glad I didn’t go through with it.”

McKenzie’s eyelids were heavy, and he struggled to keep them open as he listened to Bridie’s soothing voice; he positioned his head so his ears were free so he could hear, and he allowed his eyes to close.

Bridie smiled sympathetically as she watched him curl into his pillow, and lowered her voice slightly so that she wouldn’t keep him awake. “Well, we’re up there a bit, and at some point someone went to fetch my dad - probably Orlaith, because she’s a big sister and was responsible even back then. So my dad rocks up, and demands I come down. And then he climbed this tree, but because he was a lot bigger than any of us, he couldn’t get anywhere near Seamus because the branches wouldn’t take his weight…” She trailed off, watching McKenzie’s face closely. His eyes had drifted shut and his jaw had slackened, his lips parting slightly so that she could hear the slow, gentle puffs of air that escaped them. He looked...really young, and really vulnerable, neither of which were words she associated with him. She waited a little, just in case he wasn’t properly asleep, but he didn’t seem to notice that she’d stopped talking.

“Sleep well McKenzie,” she whispered, as she reached out to end the call.

#emeto fiction #kinda #belly kink #belly ache #belly upset #upset stomach #jet lag #burping #cramping #skype calling fic #angst #hurt/comfort #long distance hurt/comfort #Bridie #McKenzie #ABC collab #abc challenge

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flippyspoon · 6 years ago

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Oh Great and Powerful Flippy, please give unto us some Harringrove Starcourt Mall HCs

WELL I do have these I wrote a little while ago.

What I’ve been imagining lately is they’re going out and if Steve is working and doesn’t have anything he has to do, Billy is at Scoop’s like the only reason he’s not hanging out at Scoop’s while Steve is working is if he’s working at the pool or he has to drive Max somewhere or do something for Neil- otherwise, SCOOP’S.

And at this point both of them are just balls to the wall goofy in love. Which is fine for Billy who’s just sitting at this dopey little pink cafe table, often not eating ice cream, just with a soda. And it’s not like Steve can talk all the time but Billy’s happy just to be there and sometimes Max and the kids are there and Billy finds himself sucked into inane conversations about comic books (Dustin is shocked when Billy has actual informed opinions) and sometimes he’s got a book he’s reading or he’s talking to some random person from school…or in a Buddy System universe, he’s having a loud conversation with Nancy about whatever. Sometimes he has a notebook and he doodles Steve doing funny things.

And a lot of times he’s just chewing on his straw, leaning on his hand, watching Steve do whatever he’s doing, and his head is spinning, little hearts and cartoon birds dancing around him because Steve Harrington.

Yeah sure, its great for him.

BUT IT DRIVES STEVE CRAZY.

Sure, Billy can sit there with his head in the clouds, he’s not working. Steve is so distracted whenever Billy’s around it takes him twice as long to do anything. He fucks up giving people change all the time.

Every time Robin sees Billy coming she rolls her eyes and mutters, “Oh great” and it’s not even because Billy’s doing anything, he’s well behaved most of the time when he hangs at Scoop’s, it’s because Steve becomes so useless.

Billy does NOT realize he has this effect on Steve til he gets him in the backroom on Steve’s break and has pretty boy in his arms, kissing down his neck and Steve’s already breathless but trying to be strong because he can’t go on like this.

“You gotta stop coming around,” Steve says.

Billy pulls away. “What?” He’s always half expecting a shoe to drop.

“I can’t function when you’re around,” Steve mutters, looking all helpless and pouty. “I’m so crazy about you, I’m about to get fired.”

Billy lights up at that. “Yeah?”

“Mmmm.” Steve nods, kisses him long and slow. “‘Course when you’re not around, I’m almost as useless anyway thinkin’ about when I get to see you again.”

“You really want me to stop coming around?” Billy says, going back to work on Steve’s neck.

“If you do, I’ll kill you.”

#harringrove

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proteuus · 5 years ago

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3-5, 12-14, 23, 24, 33 :)

Elle!! Thanks sm for the questions i appreciate u :-)

send me questions?

3.Are you a jealous person?

Sometimes. I get jealous if I really, really care about something, but it’s rare that I care that much yknow

4.Are you tired right now?

Not too tired lol. like 7:30-11 is typically when I’m most energized

5.Do you chew on your straws?

unfortunately yes absolutely

12.Are you mad at someone right now?

mmmm no i don’t think so

i’m a little irritated at my new coworker but he’s fine

13.Do you believe in love?

Yes

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?

allie comedy youtube channels + sitcoms

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?

another semester of spanish with my current spanish prof :( not good

24.What ARE you looking forward to?

winning nano (hopefully) and then in december i get to go back to writing pseudonyms! i have some funky new ideas that I think will be cool

33.Who was the last person you drove with?

i drove my dad and i to costco + misc places on saturday. it was the first time i’d ever been to costco and it was scarey. too large. probably the equivalent of the entire state of indiana was there

thanks again for the ask!

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stopforamoment · 6 years ago

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Margarita Challenge: Margarita Date Night

My complete masterlist is at the end of my bio.

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,145 Rating: M for Language

Author’s Note and Drabble Summary—I was tagged by @bobasheebaby for the @blackcatkita margarita challenge. Rinda is taste testing margaritas and getting drunk off her ass. Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves @sirbeepsalot @innerpostmentality @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @begging-for-kamilah @teamtomsato for still being a part of the journey!

Margarita Date Night

“Come on. Just a tiny, tiny sip. Pleeeeaaaseee?????” She thrust the straw in Bastien’s face. “Here. Put it in your mouth. Just the tip. See how it tastes.” Rinda was drunk. Bastien took her to a Mexican restaurant for date night, and what started with Bastien encouraging his indecisive Tria order a few different flavors of margaritas eventually turned into a full-on bender. She somehow convinced the bartender to start mixing different flavored concoctions of margaritas, and now the people sitting next to them were dragged into the taste testing. Bastien shook his head and booped Rinda’s nose. “No, Tria. No banana margaritas. I’ll try the next one. I promise.” Suddenly it clicked with a very tipsy Rinda that her husband hated bananas. “Oh, Tiger. I am the shittiest wife for forgetting. I’m so sorry.” She took a big swig of the banana concoction. “Oh, you aren’t missing anything. This tastes like ass.” She turned to the person next to her. “This tastes like ass. Total ass. Wanna try it?” Bastien was snickering as the person took a sip, shuddered, and passed it on to the next person who wanted to see what tasted so bad. “Okay. Next one is . . . um . . . orange mango!” “Tria, I love you, but are you making this up or have you actually had this before?” She looked at Bastien with solemn eyes as she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. Sssshhhhh! They’ll hear you!” She managed to put a finger up to her mouth to motion that they had to be quiet. Rinda suddenly started giggling uncontrollably. “Sssshhhh. I said to be quiet. We’re causing a ruckus.Quick. Act natural.” She leaned back and grabbed her drink, trying to take a sip from the straw. But the straw moved. Rinda looked like a cow chewing its cud as she moved her lips in a desperate attempt to grab the straw. Finally Bastien held the straw in place so Rinda could reach it . . . and accidentally shove it up her nose. “Ow. Please help.” Bastien took the drink from Rinda, held the straw, and gently guided it into her mouth. She took a greedy slurp and then gasped in pain. “Brain freeze. Brain freeze. Oh. Fuck. Ow. Brain freeze.” Now Bastien was applying pressure points to her temples to help the shooting pain go away. Then Rinda handed the glass to Bastien, who took a small sip directly from the glass. “Mmm. That one’s actually really good, Tria. What next?” He discretely pulled out the straw that had been in his wife’s nose before handing the drink to the person sitting next to him. However, he wasn’t discreet enough. “Tiger. He needs a straw. Bring that back. I’ll get you a straw.” Rinda reached over the bar to grab a straw that she could plop into the drink, but she missed the glass and the straw landed on the floor. “Wait. Five second rule. I’ve got this.” Bastien gently held Rinda in her seat. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let’s wait for the bartender to get a straw and then I’ll pass the drink for you.” “Mmmm. Thank you, Tiger. You’re always my hero and so good about helping me. I love you.” “I love you too, Tria. Did you want to try anything else before we go?” “Hmmm. I don’t want another brain freeze. No more slushies. I want the next margarita on the rocks.” Bastien chuckled and kissed Rinda’s nose. “Well, four margaritas ago you asked the bartender to start blending them so you wouldn’t drink them so fast.” Rinda pursed her lips and gave Bastien’s words serious thought. She tried nodding her head, but it just flopped to the side as she pondered the situation. “That’s really smart, Tiger. If they’re slushies I’ll drink them slower. Okay. The next ones let’s switch to slushies. No more on the rocks.” “That’s an excellent idea, my dearest Tria.” “But I want warm ice so I don’t get brain freeze, please.” Rinda snorted. “Freeze please. That rhymes! Oh, and I want it to be blue, too. Blue too! Fuck, I’m funny. Yeah. Blue slushie next. Please use blue cure-a-cow so it’s pretty.” Before Bastien could translate her request for a blended margarita with blue curacao, Rinda leaned toward and rested her hand between Bastien’s legs as she tried to seductively bat her eyelashes. It actually looked like she was losing a contact and Bastien hoped she was too drunk to notice his jaw was starting to twitch. “Tiger, let’s go home and have sex.” Bastien quickly looked down at Rinda’s hand, trying to contain his laughter before he lifted it to his lips, gazing deeply into his wife’s glazed eyes as she tried to focus on him. “That sounds wonderful. Let me take care of the check, sweetheart.” Even though Bastien knew she would fall asleep on the ride home, he also realized Rinda would turn into a sad, crying drunk if he rejected her sloppy foreplay at the bar. They were waiting for the bartender to return with the credit card, and Bastien was trying to squirm away from Rinda’s wandering hands as she tried to unzip his pants. “Can we leave, Tiger? Please? I can’t wait to get you home and suck your huge cock.” It was perfect Rinda timing. The music had just stopped and there was silence as Rinda announced to the room in her loud, drunken voice what she would do to Bastien. Rinda’s eyes widened when she realized what happened. “Tiger, do you think they heard me talk about your huge cock?” Bastien quickly signed the credit card slip, leaving a very large tip for the bartender, and he helped Rinda to her feet. She slobbered her heartfelt goodbyes to the people she met that evening, promising that she’d invite them over for a margarita night. But just not tonight. Tonight she had other plans with her husband. Bastien mouthed an apology as he grabbed Rinda and hoisted her over his shoulder, laughing when Rinda yelled to the room “Let’s bounce bitches! I’m gonna get laid!!!!!!” People were giving Rinda fist bumps and high fives as she was carried away, and Bastien heard their cheers and whistles even after the door closed behind them. As Bastien predicted, Rinda fell asleep in the car. Her mouth was open and she was snoring loudly. When they got home Bastien carried her inside, helped her into the banana pajamas, and left a glass of water on the nightstand. Rinda was still snoring, so Bastien put in ear plugs before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her troll doll curls. But before he fell asleep, Bastien also needed to shift his arm so his dearest Tria wouldn’t drool on it anymore.

#margarita challenge #choices trr #margarita drabble #bastien lykel #OFC Rinda Parks #tiger and tria #long post

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rigormorton32 · 7 years ago

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Preview Of Part 3 Of Unfinished Business (Pennywise x Reader)

| I know I haven't finished the other fic yet, but I got inspiration to write this yesterday. Thought I'd show you a preview | *Ding ding ding* The sound of the cook slamming his hand obnoxiously on the order bell, rings in your ears as you snake your away across the sea of chairs, back to the kitchen. It's not a particularly busy day at the diner, just a small lunch rush. Typical Tuesday afternoon. However, waiting tables eight months pregnant always makes the day feel a little rougher than it really is. You'd gotten married a few years ago to a nice local grocery store owner. One of those single mom and pop businesses. Typical for a small town. Although, you never thought you'd set foot in one of those again, since you'd left Derry, but here you are. At least this town isn't cursed. It's quite lovely actually. One high school, one movie theater, everybody knows everybody. A great place to raise a child. You push open the swinging doors and run walk back to the break room with the biscuits the cook gave you, to shovel a few bites in before you get seated again. "Y/N!" Your coworker Sandy calls out to you. "Girl, you picked a terrible time for a break." "I'm not officially on break." Your voice is muffled from a mouthful of biscuit. "Why?" A delighted grin crosses the other waitresses face. "The hottest guy I've ever seen, just sat down in your section. Right at the counter." She puts her hand to her heart. "He is to die for." You shake your head smiling, and take a sip of your orange juice to wash the biscuit down. "In case you haven't noticed…" You hold up your ring finger and point to your belly. "I know, but that doesn't mean you can't look. And it certainly doesn't mean you can't flirt to get a big tip." She winks. Letting out a sigh and a chuckle, you wipe your hands with a napkin and follow Sandy out into the dining room. And low and behold, a tall drink or water is sitting right there at the counter, waiting patiently - arms folded on top of the bar. He is as gorgeous as Sandy said he was. Young, mid twenties maybe. He's got these big green eyes and full lips. His hair keeps falling on the side of his face, making him do this cute hair flip thing with his long fingers. You clear your throat and approach the counter, already feeling nervous. Something about talking to someone so beautiful is just nerve racking. "Hi." You give a quick nervous smile, taking out your notepad. "Can I get you something to drink?" The man smiles politely and squints at the menu. "Um.." He does the hair flip again. "I'll have a coke." He flashes another smile. God, he's handsome. "Do you need another minute to decide?" "Actually I think I'll have a slice of cherry pie with ice cream." He smiles again and hands you the menu. "Good choice." You smile and take the menu, turning around to fill a cup with ice. "You look good." The man says, making you look over your shoulder in confusion. "Pregnant... It's a good look for you." You're so confused. He's acting like he knows you, but you'd certainly remember meeting someone as stunning as him. "Uh..thank you." You chuckle nervously, finishing pouring his drink. You set it down in front of him, and hand him a straw. Those long fingers wrap tightly around the glass, as he pulls it in. He discards the straw and puts the glass up to his lips, taking a big gulp. It makes a slurping sound and some of the soda trickles down his chin. You can't help but stare. He's a grown man. He certainly doesn't have very good manners. He sets the glass down, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his huge hand. "Mmm. That's good." He smacks his lips together. "Tingles my mouth." The man genuinely seems amazed as if he's never had soda before. "I'll get your pie…" You turn around making a 'wow' face as you walk over to the pie case. After heating it up and putting the ice cream on, you walk back over to the counter with a smile and place the bowl in front of him. "Here ya go. Enjoy." You walk away but stay up front behind the counter, watching the strange man take his first bite. He makes a delighted face as he starts to chew. Obnoxious 'mmmm' noises slipping from his full mouth. Sandy walks up next to you, watching in amazement along with you. "What the Hell? You'd think he's never had pie before." "He did the same thing with his soda." You tell her, shaking your head. Sandy being Sandy, walks up to the man, still shoveling pie into his face. "How is it?" She smiles. The strange man licks his lips. "Good enough to make you float." He replies. His eyes immediately darting over to you. Your heart sinks. You feel your stomach drop. Your hands start shaking. No. It can't be him. And then you remember that it's been ten years since you'd seen Pennywise. Ten years since you'd made that deal and he'd slunk back into hibernation. "What did you just say?" Your voice is shaking. "I said, good enough to make you float." His eyes flash yellow for a split second as he flashes a devilish grin - his voice gravelly and demonic this time. Nobody seems to notice but you. You place your hand on your heart, realizing this mysterious stranger is in fact the same demonic clown that haunted your childhood. The same one you'd let fuck you twice and made a foolish deal with ten years ago. "Penny…?" Your voice starts to break. He holds out his arms nodding. "The one and only." "What…what are you doing here?" Your voice shaky and panting. "We had a deal remember?" Your heart sinks to the bottom of your feet. You have to place your palms down on the counter in order to keep your balance. "Uh oh." Pennywise cocks a brow. "You didn't think I'd see you pregnant and let you off the hook, did you?" You shoot him a dirty look - an angry breath coming out your nose. "Ya know, for a second there, I kinda did." "Well, youd've been wrong." The clown turns his fork upside down, wrapping his lips around it and slowly sliding it back out his mouth, devouring the last piece of his pie. "Now.." Pennywise pauses to wipe his hands with a napkin. "You're gonna meet me outside in back of the diner. We need to talk."

#pennywise x reader #pennywise imagine #pennywise #it movie 2017

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calif0rnia-lovers · 8 years ago

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Date Night.

Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar

A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.

Words: 3312

Dating is surprisingly easy for you.

Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.

Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.

Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.

You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.

Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.

You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.

“Need a refill, Miss?”

Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.

His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”

Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.

“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”

It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.

“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.

“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”

You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”

You see him before you hear him.

A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.

The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.

You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.

“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”

You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.

“…it depends…”

Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”

You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.

“Why you want it?”

The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.

“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”

Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.

“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”

Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”

“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”

You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”

“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”

Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.

“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”

Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”

“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.

“Is that surprising to you?”

“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”

You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.

“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.

Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.

The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.

“No.”

“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.

With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.

You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.

“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”

The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.

“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”

Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.

You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.

Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.

Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.

You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.

Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.

“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.

You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.

Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.

As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.

“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.

“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”

Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.

A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.

“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours.

“Mhmm…” You nod

“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”

“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.

“Your third martini.”

Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.

“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”

“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”

“I thought you liked handsy.”

You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.

You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.

A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.

His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.

A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.

The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.

He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.

They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.

An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.

You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.

He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.

Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.

Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.

The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.

Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.

The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.

Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.

He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.

Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.

You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.

Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”

You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.

“At home.”

“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”

Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”

“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.

You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”

To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.

“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”

#writing smut is always awkward for me lol #let me know what you think?#Charlie Hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #imagines #charlie hunnam x reader #charlie hunnam oneshot #charline hunnam smut

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its-daylight · 7 years ago

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1, 5, 12, 15, 16, 19, 20, 21, 22

1. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?Hahah Of course I do 5. Do you chew on your straws?Sometimes when I'm nervous12. Are you mad at someone right now?At myself 15. Who was the last person you talked to?Alex, he is really an amazing person 16. Do you get butterflies around the person you like?All the time we talk 🙈🙈19. Does anyone like you?That's a good question. Does anyone like me? Hahah20. Do you secretly like someone?No, it's not a secret anymore 21. Who was the first person you talked to today?Mmmm my best friend I think hahah22. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?My best friend

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vegandoughnut · 5 years ago

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PART 4: Tall Tails, Rambling Yarns

"Do you offer any gluten free toppings for the vegan ice cream?" A guest wearing a beanie and striped sweater asks at the counter. Harper smiles.

"Yes ma'am. All the syrups, the chocolate chips, dark and gold raisins, nuts and if you want, we can crumble a gluten free cookie on top. But the graham crackers and Pirouline wafer sticks, mostly the unspecified items, are not gluten free" she explains, pointing out the items on the big chalkboard menu above the wall counter with all the kitchen appliances.

"Thanks. Fantastic" says the guest.

Anekke excuses herself and leaves from behind the counter. Pradeep watches as he pulls on a pair of see through gloves.

"These better be the nitrile ones. Boris knows I'm allergic to latex" he mumbles. "You should let Kitt know. You know, just in case" says Harper.

"Excuse me?" Says Pradeep, putting down a measuring cup harder than intended. "What's going on? You keep mentioning Kitt"

"Huh? You said something?"

Pradeep scowls, unimpressed with Harper's faux oblivion. In fact, it was getting under his skin. People must really be jealous that he and Kitt actually have something. That they are real friends and actually enjoy one anothers company. Harper had no right to try and be like Anekke, who was closer to Pradeep and allowed to joke about him and Kitt. Harper was trying too hard to be "one of the guys" and it was ticking Pradeep off.

He prepares a customer's order of rooibos tea and oatmeal raisin cookies on a wooden tray, and decorates the edges of the tray with a few fake Fall leaves. The customer takes the order and pays, then resumes a spot at one of the tables.

He watches Harper hand the gluten free customer their kawaii styled ice cream order in a pretty parfait glass. As usual, the ice cream scoop is decorated with a cat face using chocolate syrup. She always did it the best since she went to art school. He had to give her that. At least she had some kind of talent to make up for her lack of social graces.

He then turns his attention to the thump of Kitt's heavy booted footfalls. Such a tiny girl made such a sound. He smiles slightly, wiping down the greasy wooden counter.

Kitt says something to Carl who then heads to the back and downstairs. Pradeep runs the back of his neck and shrugs.

Anekke comes back to the bar and washes her hands over the stainless steel sink against the wall.

"So Stephen's letting me take the extra hours" she boasts.

"Excellent" says Pradeep. "You can't leave me here with them"

"Oh gosh I know"

"Hmmm..." Pradeep pulls out the folded daily program from his pants pocket. "Kumlyun has downstairs now? No wonder she fell off the map"

"That's the best post if you ask me. Especially for her" she says with a sneer. "I could do 3 whole slots there except having to overhear Boris on the phone yelling at his son gives me a headache"

Pradeep laughs.

"I have break with you downstairs" Kitt says to Carl when he returns to the floor. "If you need to talk" she adds, slowly, wary. "I'm just waiting for Kumlyun and Humbert to relieve us"

"Oh, right, Humbert takes my post" says Carl, examining his daily program, which he only folded in half and managed to fit it in his pants pockets.

"Uh. I wish I had pockets that deep" says Kitt, chewing the inside of her cheek. She throws a glance back at Gary Nygard who appears to be enjoying his relative privacy and lack of attention that Kitt has tried for the past hour to maintain.

"Hi" Carl says to Humbert who steps next to him silently, holding out his hand. Carl goes to shake it but he moves it away and points at the lanyards hanging from Carl's other pocket.

"Those should go in the apron pocket. Did Stephen or Boris give you an apron?"

"I don't have on my half apron, Humbert. It's okay. Its Carl's first day" Kitt cuts in. Humber hurrumphs as Carl hands him the lanyards.

"Protocol is protocl" he grumbles. "Good luck" he says to Carl. Kumlyun appears, poking Kitt in the arm.

"You're good to go girl" says Kumlyun, wiping her hands on her corduroy skirt. She must have eaten something crumby.

"Let's go Carl. We need this lunch more than ever" says Kitt, dating towards the back staircase. "Oh crap, Pradeep" she mutters. Carl awkwardly heads towards the staircase, looking back. Kitt goes to Pradeep at the bar.

"Kittie MacIntyre with the caramel glaze and raspberry on top. Enjoy babysitting so far?" Pradeep asks.

"Pradeep Gupta. Out here looking like a Bollywood snack with those perfect eyebrows...." Kitt teases back. "Carl is really not so bad. He's... bewildered all the time but he's a sweet guy. It could be that he's new"

Pradeep moves his head side to side and shrugs. "If you say so. Let me know how it goes with Mr Carl a.k.a Clark"

Kitt pinches Pradeep's shoulder playfully before taking her hidden box of muffins from under the counter, then striding towards the staircase. She sees Harper grimace in disgust before she disappears down the stairs.

"Hating a*s Buzzfeed looking b---" Kitt stops herself as she bumps into Boris while descending the single flight of steps. "Oh! Sorry!" She says quickly. Boris ruvs his shiny bald head, adjusts his tortoise shell glasses and goes up towards the office, uttering not a single word.

Kitt shakes off her chill and enters the breakroom with its cozy lit scented candles, cat scratching posts and junky arrangement. She takes a seat on one of the couches and unfolds one of the wooden tray tables from against the wall.

She watches as Carl sits on the couch next to her and does the same. They take out their lunches in silence. The sounds of containers opening and tea pouring fills in the thick warm air.

"So, how do you like it so far?" Kitt asks.

"Huh? The veggie wrap?"

"No. The job"

"Oh, I like it so far. Got my allergies under control, getting used to the schedule, and the atmosphere is really something. Everyone is so friendly. The customers are quirky and bring books to read. It's great" he says before taking another big bite of his tofu scramble wrap, picking up slivers of sundried tomato that escaped the filling and popping them in his mouth.

Kitt focused hard on her oatmeal, trying not to ask the invasive questions she had for Carl. Looking at him, he was an above average attractive man in his early 20s, with a small beard, parted dark hair and kind blue eyes. He wore a semi-fitted button down and hoodie with black chinos, and comfortable looking loafers.

There was no reason to fault him for his naivety or clumsiness. It's just quite possible that he's used to being an only child, spending a lot of time with his parents.

"Are you a homebody?" Kitt asks before she could stop herself.

"Yeah, how'd you guess?" Carl asks, sipping coffee from his thermos loudly, concluding the gulp with an impressed "mmmm that's good mocha"

"Just guessing. I'm into MBTI and stuff. I like trying to place personalities going by subtle signs. I guess I read too much Psychology Today in my high school library years ago"

Carl grins genuinely. "I used to too. Mostly looking to see if I could find things I could relate to, and I guess to try to understand people, but, it's still a mystery. The way brains work"

"Right" says Kitt, running her fingers through and pulling her long burgundy dreads over her shoulder. To Carl she looked swallowed by her hair. Which dwarfed her frame more than her scarf and cardigan. Her fingers looked so dainty bringing spoonfuls of goopy oatmeal to her glossy mouth.

He didn't mention anything about earlier. Kitt was a combination of relieved and curious at the same time. Was it true? Was he really.....? She texted Pradeep, asking him if he wanted to drive her to Food Emporium after work.

"I like how eco conscious this place is. Paper straws, cloth napkins..."

The word napkins jolts Kitt out of her slight daze. Her ears perk up.

"Everything being reusable. The takeout boxes being compostable. I mean it's really something" Carl continues. "Hey. Sorry if I'm rambling. I could stop if you want-"

"Oh it's fine, really" says Kitt, scrolling her Twitter profile on her phone, tweeting away about Gary Nygard being gorgeous in real life and how shimmery lip gloss was only found in nude colors.

"Smells like maca. Do you put maca powder in your oatmeal?" Carl asks.

Kitt rolls her eyes but at her phone.

"Yeah. Need the extra vitamins or whatever. Pradeep put me on to it. But he literally puts everything in his oatmeal. I make fun of him for adding turmeric. Like he'll eat pizza flavored oatmeal, no lie" says Kitt.

Carl laughs.

"That doesn't sound too bad. It's kind of like soup right?"

"No. It's like cereal. Gross" says Kitt. She texts Pradeep about that too. Pradeep texts back with,

[Now you're telling him my business? I've got something for you if you keep that up]

Kitt grins widely at the implications.

"Wow time flies" says Carl as his phone alarm goes off. "It couldn't hurt to have an extra ten minutes. 30 minutes is so short. My internship gave us a whole hour"

"Ugh. I wish. But no. We're not that lucky. And frankly, we don't get paid enough to eat into our schedules. Ugh. Life at Cat Cafe" says Kitt, putting her empty insulated bowl, spoon and such into her lunch tote and bringing it to the sink to quickly wash what she could.

"Is it really time?" She asks over the sound of the gushing faucet.

"Five minutes till post" says Carl, folding up his table and tossing his brown paper bag into the paper recyclables bin, and the spotless foil into the glass, plastic and metals bin.

"That was great. Really great" he adds before heading up the stairs. Kitt watches, then puts her washed and dried stuff into her locker.

TBC

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