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erensproudsimp · 4 years ago

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Rivalry

Jean kirstein x Eren Jeager x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary: Threesome with Eren and Jean in the middle of a party? Hell yeah.

Word count: 2.4k

"So, how do I look?" coming from the bathroom you asked your roommate about your outfit.

"YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING Y/N!This little black dress really brings out your curves, " Hitch squealed.

"Aww Thank you bestie! When are you getting dressed?" you questioned looking for your black heels.

"I was just about to, I bet this party is going to be the best ever organized this year," Hitch excitedly said.

"Right? Heard that almost all students are going, I feel like it's going to be crazy and moreover it's organized by Jean,"you added while wearing your jewelries.

Hitch came out in a sexy red sleeveless dress which suited her perfectly.

" Oh. my. god. Marry me right now, what did I do to deserve such a pretty best friend, "you flattered her wiping fake tears from your eye.

" Says the girl who's going to take all the boys' breaths and by boys I specifically mean Eren and Jean, "she replied eyeing you from head to toe.

"Sheesh Hitch, you know that I'm not interested in them right?" you said arms crossed.

"I don't know y/n, that little blush is saying something else. So who are you going to choose among them?" Hitch teased.

"I'm pretty both of them asked me out due to their rivalry with each other but I have no interest in helping either win," you said with a sigh.

"I mean you may never know that they actually do have feelings for you, I remember seeing Jean stare at you during class," she explained wearing her makeup. Smacking her lips to spread the lipstick, she turned to look at you, "At least give one of them a chance? Like two of the hottest guys on the campus asked you out, think about it y/n," she suggested.

"They were already my best friends but maybe until tonight I'll try to make a decision but for now let's go enjoy okay?" you beamed.

"Let's go impress some bitches, have some liquor, spit on our haters and have the best night of our life," flicking your hair back you left the dorm with Hitch agreeing with you.

Parking your car, you got out to admire the grandiose building belonging to Jean in sight. Muffled music could be heard through the walls.

"Maybe I should give Jean the chance," you said.

"Haha yes girl get that bag," Hitch giggled dragging you inside.

Laughter, people making out on the dancefloor, a background scent of sweat mixed with booze, you finally saw your friends near the bar counter. Conversations stopped the second everyone noticed me and Hitch's entry.

" All eyes on me in the centre of the ring just like a circus," you sang in her ear as she smirked.

Walking proudly to radiate your confidence, both of you went to the bar, the crowd going back to their initial interaction.

"Hey guys!" you shouted throwing yourself on Sasha.

"Welo," Connie replied with a drink in his hand.

"Where are the others?" Hitch asked them.

"Mikasa, Armin and Eren haven't arrived yet and Jean is ensuring everything is in control," Ymir answered hugging Historia close to her.

Ordering a glass of wine from the bartender, you sipped said drink while chatting with your friends. Right at that moment the trio entered through the door.

" Look they came,"Historia pointed at them.

" Hello everyone, where's Jean? "Armin asked.

You looked at Eren taking in how he was looking so attractive in an all black outfit. However, he did not once glance in your direction making you assume it was because you haven't yet given him an answer.

" There he is,"Mikasa said as the man in question neared the group.

" Is everyone having fun? "Jean enquired leaning on the counter.

His stance screamed dominance but in such a subtle way it was sensual. You tried to meet his eye but he didn't acknowledge your presence too. Well, it was what you were supposing to be as in in contrary both of them were enraptured with your appearance they couldn't bring themselves to look at you.

"I'm going to the dancefloor," you announced frustrated by the lack of attention you got from the two men after finishing your third drink.

Pushing your way in, moving to the music you tried to take off your mind off having to choose someone between them. A stranger came up to you to ask if they could dance with you. With no hesitation noticing how handsome he was, you let him hold you in his arms as a distraction.

"Not gonna lie, I'm gonna be shocked if she doesn't hook up with someone tonight, like look at her man," Hitch commented hoping to push either Eren or Jean to approach you.

"Right? She honestly looks so hot," Sasha added understanding what she was trying to do.

Like they hoped, the tactic worked as both men stood up together. They looked in each other's eye as though communicating telepathically passing one message and it was to not let anyone come near to you.

Heading into the crowd to find you, Hitch and Sasha high fived leaving everyone else in the unknown.

Searching all round, they at last found you dancing with a random guy, your body all over him. There was a cold fury in their eyes and Eren pursued his lips in anger. He went up to the guy and gave him a death stare. The stranger felt his blood drain from his face into his gut as he abruptly left you.

At first you were puzzled at why the guy just disappeared until you saw Jean and Eren and understood the situation.

"Mind if I dance with you?" Eren asked holding his hand out.

"May I too?" Jean rushed in not to let Eren take the sole lead.

Taking both hands smilingly you replied, "Yes, you both may."

Jean twisted you in his arms pressing your ass against his hips as Eren held your waist in his hands your chest against his, both guys grinding on you.

Eren leaned in and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access to the area as he licked his tongue over your so sensitive skin.

Jean feeling a bit left out took a glass of wine from a passing waiter grabbed your soft flocks in his hand and pulled it slowly to not hurt you. Your head was placed on his shoulder as Eren continued to nibble on your neck.

"Open your mouth," Jean ordered you his lips brushing your ear and you obeyed without arguing.

He then poured the wine from the glass into your mouth. Moaning through the process, the liquid coursed from your throat into your stomach spreading its warmth all over. Jean still grinding on you pushed his hips forward for you to feel his growing bulge.

Rhythmically swaying your body to the beats of the music playing, you brushed your ass to Jean's bulge and hips against Eren's. Being sandwiched between them was like a dream come true.

Eren's hands slid up and down your arms, head intact on your neck. Jean was not doing any lesser either as he bent over to reach the other side of your neck, his hot breath ruffling and began showering it with kisses.

Grabbing your chin to lift it up, Eren pressed his soft lips on yours tasting the alcohol from your mouth.

"Hey- that's not fair," Jean snatched you from Eren, threw your body on his shoulder and slapped your ass to carry you away. Shortly Eren followed, "Give her back to me!"

Jean made you sit on a bed gently, kissed you lightly on your cheek then went to close the door of the room but Eren busted in right before he could.

"Oh you're not having her all to you, not until I'm still alive," Eren stated.

"Fuck you Eren, I'm not going to let you have her either you know," Jean cursed him.

At this point you didn't know what to say as anticipation filled your being so you just allowed everything happen by itself.

Before Jean could do anything, Eren rushed to you, pulled you in his arms made out with you in front of him to make him jealous which of course worked.

" Jeager!" Jean shouted approaching you both.

Eren's tongue was roaming in all corners of your mouth to explore them, a small moan leaving your throat.

Both guys froze hearing that.

"Eren, move I want to be the one to make her create those cute sounds," Jean pushed Eren to replace his mouth on you.

Jean was more passionate than Eren, probably because of the jealousy he was feeling.

"How about we hear what y/n has to say?" Eren suggested.

"Yeah y/n, make a decision, it's either Eren or me," Jean continued.

"I-, guys trust me I've been thinking about this and honestly speaking, for me it's either both of you or no one. Don't get me wrong you're both equally amazing and handsome so choosing one is just unfair. I love you both but I'm not going to choose one I'm sorry. Moreover, I don't want to fuel the rivalry between you two," looking at the floor you replied. You thought that this would make them feel disappointed but in reality it was the contrary

" Y/n..,"Jean hugged you so did Eren from the back.

" I'm glad you didn't choose to reject one of us, "Eren whispered in your ear.

" Yeah I'm so pleased too, "Jean agreed lifting your chin to kiss the bottom of your neck.

" And don't appogise y/n, you're not at fault here, we are for asking you out because of our competition so let us make up for it, "Eren's voice holding the promise of sex.

His hands unzipped your dress pealing it off you to leave you in your black lace underwear. Both Jean and Eren's face went scarlet red on seeing you in this state.

From the back Eren's big, warm hands reached out to cup your boobs while nibbling on your shoulder. In front Jean knelt down on you to kiss you on your stomach as his hands were caressing your curves.

Taking Eren's face in one hand, you stroked his face with your thumb, the other hand in Jean's hair playing with it.

"Can I?" Jean asked indicating to the removal of your undergarment.

"By all means, do whatever you wish," you gave both consent.

Seizing this opportunity Eren unhooked your bra and let it fall to the ground.

"You're so beautiful y/n," Jean gasped.

Your body chose that moment to shiver.

Not being able to control it anymore Eren lifted you in bridal style dropping you lightly on the bed. Ripping his shirt of his toned body, your eyes were locked on his abbs. Jean lost no time in taking his off too.

You were mesmerised. Those men were built like fantasies, their chest sculptured with the honed muscles of a god.

"Come here."

To your astonishment they obeyed sitting on each of your sides.

"What do you want us to do angel?" Jean asked with such adoration in his eyes.

"Tell us your deepest desires, we will make it a reality," placing his hand over your thighs Eren encouraged you.

"Use me as your plaything."

This one simple request was enough to send them off the edge.

"As you wish m'lady," Jean replied before kneeling in front of you.

More kisses along your neck by Eren while Jean split your legs to bury his face in between. You sucked in a deep breath.

Trailing his tongue on your inner thighs up to your soaked folds, Jean teased you.

Taking your mouth into a fiery kiss, sucking on your lower lip, Eren fondled your boobs. Sticking your tongue out to ask for permission he took it in without a second thought.

"Hmmm ah-," you panted on his mouth as Jean kissed your core, giving it a tender lick. Grabbing your hips to forbid you to move, he inserted his tongue in and out of you while rubbing your clit with his fingers. Pure heaven.

"You like that huh?"

You threw your head back at his words humming a yes, Eren proceeding to move from your neck to your collarbones to mark himself on your skin. A slight pain overcoming with pleasure sent chills down your spine.

"Jeaaann- ah- Ereenn," you screamed their names turning them on more.

Shortly after your stomach clenched as you came on Jean's face.

"You taste so good y/n," he said licking his lips.

"Now's my turn," Eren declared unbuckling his pants topping you.

"You okay with this right?" he asked concernedly caressing your cheek. You nodded and looked over to Jean signaling him to come over your head.

Slowly penetrating his dick into your cunt, you stifled a moan as you were helping Jean take off his trousers, his hardened member sprung free from its trap.

As Eren was thrusting his hips in you moaning your name, you were jerking Jean off with your hand, him panting loudly.

"Y/n go faster please," Jean whined.

Spreading his precum oozing from the tip, your fingers stroked it down the shaft.

"Forgive me for what im about to do y/n," the unbearable thirst pushed Jean to shove his swollen dick into your mouth. You muffled a moan at his action willingly taking it. Moving your wet muscle inside your mouth, you sucked him.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good tightly wrapped around me," Eren breathed picking up speed. Your breath stuck in your lungs, your eyes rolled back.

Two handsome men fucking you senselessly, you couldn't be in any more bliss.

"Good girl," Jean petted your hair as you swallowed every drop of him. Collapsing next to you, he was gradually grasping his breath.

On the other hand, Eren was still going pushing and pulling into you and from you.

"Go ahead, cum for me y/n."

Your legs were practically shaking as you came a second time over him. Realising he was reaching his limit, he pulled out and released his hot fluid on your belly.

Out of breath, he fell onto you as you hugged him. Ruffling Jean's hair you tried to wake him up.

"Jean we have a party remember? now wake up, you don't want people thrashing your house. You too Eren, Mikasa must be worried sick by now with your absence," you advised both only for your words to fall on deaf ears.

Sighing you stayed still to enjoy their warmth a little more.

Just a little more.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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rahleeyah · 3 years ago

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I made the mistake of binging bridgerton last weekend and after a couple nights to process I finally realized what it is I'm grieving for in regards to eo. It's the possibility for actual honest to god drama/romance. Like what we could've had in a wheatley 2.0 arc, or what was implied by the OTLOHL comment, the letter scene or even the coffee reading during the albanian arc. Now it's back to plausible deniability again. Will we ever hear the eo love theme again someday? 🤡

yeah here's my thing is i don't think we're gonna miss anything.

we've still got at a minimum one more full season of svu to go. i would not be surprised if they end this season with a kiss/some indication that eo are getting together, and then spend next season giving us pieces of that - the way they always do, according to their format, which is pieces bc the show is not entirely about eo - and then end with them riding off into the sunset together.

there isn't any plausible deniability imo. they are consistently building up this romance and the pics that dropped from filming after you sent this ask support that they are continually moving towards eo endgame. lightbulb is already eating crow bc he gave that bullshit take about how elliot had met noah off camera last year and now we're gonna see elliot actually meet noah for the first time now so even his word of god takes don't mean anything in the long run.

they are moving us forward, and they are building on all these moments. they didn't play out wheatley the way we wanted them to but they never said they were gonna. it was one of several ways they could have chosen to go but it's not the way they picked and we knew that from the time james cromwell showed up.

it's hard when these things are airing live bc the format of the show is character moments sprinkled across many episodes. when you're watching a season all in a row it feels like there's more stuff happening closer together, but when it's spread out like this it's easy for it to feel like nothing's happening. but that doesn't meant nothing is actually happening.

it's gonna be ok bestie

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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ryvgvji · 4 years ago

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Surprise! | Eijirou Kirishima

Happy late birthday to my baby boy Kiripima!!❤️✨

genre: fluff with slight smut

warnings: lap dance? light cursing, suggestive writing (this falls into the fem.reader region, but all are welcome to read. i tried my best to not make it steer toward writing for women alone)

summary: you decide to throw your boyfriend a surprise birthday party and invite some old classmates and friends over to celebrate all together.

this is probably the longest post i’ve ever made. i really hope y’all enjoy

(apologies for any grammar errors)

today was a special special day. it’s your boyfriend Kirishima's birthday. for your boyfriend of many loving and happy years, you decided that you wanted to show him your appreciation for him. with him being a pro hero and you working as a first responder, you never got to celebrate special events like this with him because he’d often be caught up with patrols and saving civilians. but this year you were determined to change that. last week you contacted your old classmates and close friends of you both and let them know you wanted to throw him a surprise party, instantly they said they will be there. so you rented out a VIP section in the most famous club in Japan and contacted the club’s manager to let them know about the event and asked if you could give a playlist to the DJ. it was an easy process and everything was set.

you had woken up early enough to make Kirishima and yourself some breakfast. you made waffles with bacon and sausages. almost finished with breakfast, you heard someone’s feet dragging across the floor from around the corner. you saw a messy-haired Kirishima rubbing his eyes yawning with a slumped over posture. “‘g’ morning baby, how come you up so early?” he walked into the kitchen, coming up behind you placing his head on your shoulders kissing your cheek. “good morning handsome. i’m just making breakfast for the best birthday boy in the world.” you say as you place the food into plates and turned off the stove. turning around you faced your boyfriend who still had some drool on the corner of his mouth. you placed a kiss to his lips and smiled. “y/n you didn’t have to do that.” he pouted. “but i wanted to. come on, let’s eat.”

picking up your plates, you guys walked over to the dining table and took a seat beside each other. no wasting anytime Kirishima picked up his fork and started to eat. he hummed out in approval as he swilled down the food. you smiled at him before picking up your fork. “i’m glad you enjoying it Kiri.” you guys are together, occasionally having small talk about work and such.

“you know, i almost forgot that today was my birthday.” he laughed as he gulped his orange juice. “man you're getting old, baby.” you teased him. he laughed leaning his head back slightly, “please, don’t remind me cutie.” you smiled looking away feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. Kirishima notices this and turns to you taking your face into his hand so you look at him. “what’s up cutie?” his eyes focused on your face. you smiled once again. he was so breathtaking that you couldn’t help it. “what?” he’s also smiling showing a couple of sharp teeth. “your amazing.” you sighed looking into his crimson eyes. a light blush spreads to his cheek and he leans in only inches from your face. “not as amazing and perfect as you though better half. you make everything better in life since you walked into it. you make me feel like the best man in the world. you make me wanna work hard, be the best version of myself, y’ know? i love you cutie.” you could see your vision getting more and more blurry with each word that he whispers to you. you let the tears slip down your cheek as he quickly wipes them away with his thumb. “Kiri, i’m supposed to be sweet talking you, not the other way around.” you chuckled holding your hand on top of his. he kisses your lips, laughing. “oh please. go and fresh up for work, i’ll take care of the dishes.”

you now at work you were working on some paperwork as the day started to slowly end. many patients are seen and a few lectures with your colleagues are held. you had received a couple of cards from the small kids that came in for a check-up to give to Kirishima. it was such a cute interaction with them. it makes you smile when you think about all the little kids your boyfriend has inspired and encouraged to do their best in everything. he was just perfect. simple as that. the alarm on your apple watch went off signaling that it’s time for you to go back home. at the same time, you received a call from your good friend Mina and your best friend. “girl, we’re about five minutes away.” your best friend spoke. “okay. i’m just logging out now. i’ll be there soon.” “okay, cya, much!” you hung up that phone then packing up your stuff and exiting your office. “bye guys, i’ll see you next week!” you called it to the others in the office. “bye y/n!” they chimed. “be sure tell Kirishima happy birthday for us and give him a treat.” one of your acquaintances said. “sure will!!” you laughed and waved hopping onto the elevator.

you walked out of the establishment saying goodbye to the security guards. you saw your best friend’s car right in the front and hurriedly walked over. “y/n!!” they exclaimed. “yes?!” you giggle, mocking their tone of voice. “you ready to surprise your man?” “yes, i am!!” “then let’s go!” Mina cheers. your friend put the car in drive and start your journey home.

arriving at your apartment building, you park at the front and get out of the car. straight through the front entrance into elevators, you press on your floor number and go up. you open your apartment door, stepping inside and turning on the light with your friends close behind. “okay lemme go and take a shower. you guys can do whatever you want.” you put your keys and bag down on a chair nearby then proceeding to your bathroom.

after a nice good shower, you walk into your shared room to see Mina and your bestie sitting on the bed watching TV while chatting. “you guys know what are you wearing?” you asked them as you apply lotion to your body. “yeah i have it with me in my bag.” Mina spoke as she looked through her phone. “same here. lemme go get it.” your friend exits the room before turning with all your bags at hand. “your bags were out there so i just picked them up.” she hands Mina her bag and places yours on the stand by your TV. after putting on undergarments you went through your bag to see a message from Kiri. you slide it open and read it.

My Hero 💫❤️ - hey cutie, i’m almost finished with patrol i’ll be home in an hour and a half ❤️

you smile and text a quick “okay❤️” then shutting off your phone. “y’all it’s time. he said he’s leaving work in an hour and a half.” “alright! let’s get this show on the road.” your friend unpacks her bag taking out her clothes and takes out some makeup. Mina does the same. you go into your closet reaching for your outfit. for a little more fun you turn on your TV to YT and play some music while getting ready. you tell Mina to shoot Bakugou a text and tell him to get ready and your friend starts on your makeup. “yes ma’am!”

as your friend put the finishing touches on your eyebrows and lips, you hear your phone ring. Mina reads you the caller ID telling you that it’s Bakugou. you take the phone and answer. “hey Bakugou, wassup?” “yo y/n, i just finished my patrol and i’m in the office. Kirishima is still on patrol so i’m waiting for him. you guys almost finished?” he questioned you. “i just finished my makeup so now i’m going to get dressed. do you know how longer Kiri will be patrolling?” on the other end Bakugou let’s out a sigh. “i don’t know maybe about 20 more minutes.” he grumbles. “but I'm gonna go and take a shower and change. i guess you lemme know when you guys are finally finished painting your faces with clown makeup and are going to leave.” you laughed. “it’s not clowning makeup! aight bet i’ll text you.” “m’kay, bye idiot.” “bye nasty.” the call ended and you got up from the chair to go look in your mirror. “this is good! you should do this for a living!” you praised your best friend’s work of art. “oh stop it. i’m glad you like it.” you nod and smile. “okay now i’m going to do my makeup, you go get dressed up.” she rushed you. you took your clothes and entered your bathroom.

“are y’all ready?” you come into the room in your outfit. you had on a deep blue, almost black like a strapless dress that was open through in a V shape with a string looped in it. you paired that with a denim distressed crop jacket, some black heels, and your rhinestone purse that had a strap. to top it all off you wore the matching earring and necklace that Kirishima had gotten you for your anniversary gift. “damn girl!! looking like a million fucking dollars!” your friend exclaimed checking out your outfit. “thank you.” walking over to look in the mirror you spray some good smelling perfume on and touch on up your hair. damn, you do look good. “alright. we all ready?” you asked your best friend. “mhm, Mina is all ready and is in the living room talking with Sero, Kami, and some others.” “okay, let’s get going now. Kiri should be finished with patrol now so im gonna text Bakugou and tell him that we’re leaving. you guys can go along, i’m gonna take my car cause i still gotta pick up the cake.” you reassured her. “alright. see you in a bit hon, bye.” she leaned in and gave you a hug then leaving.

you just picked up Kirishima’s cake and was on your way to the club now. you’ve been calling all the guests and let them know that they should be at the club now and answered any questions that. as you are a few blocks away from the club, you get a call from Bakugou saying that Kirishima got out of the shower and changed into new clothes. “okay, i’m just pulling up to the club. you gonna drive here?” “yeah. also, i’m gonna pick up the extra idiots Kaminari and Sero on the way.” he explains to you. “bet. i already told Denki and Sero that when you guys are getting close to blindfold him.” “okay. see you in a bit.” with an approving hum you hung up the phone. after shutting on the car, you got out and walking into the club. instantly music fills your ears and your eyes slightly strain from the lowly dim room with different colored lights. moving deeper into the club by the VIP, people start acknowledging your presence cheered and wooed for you.

“you're finally here y/n, i was wondering what was taking you so long.” your best friend comes and takes the cake from you set it on the big table in front of you guys. “sorry, it was but if a drive.” you put your phone in your purse and onto your shoulder. walking closer you see many familiar faces. Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Uraraka were chatting when they saw you and waved to you. you saw Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Jirou and Hagakure sat next to each other on their phones. glancing around more you notice Shinsou, your old teacher Aizawa, Hawks, Tetsutetsu all spread out minding their own business. walking into the booth to say hi to everyone, you see two people who you haven’t seen in so long. you other two besties. you grinned and slightly jogged over to them pulling them into hugs. “it’s been way too long. i’m so glad that y’all could make it!” you smiled. “of course!” one of them spoke. “anything for you y/n.” the other said. “i think this is gonna be a great night. this was a good idea y/n.” “i know right, this night is gonna be legendary.”

after a long chit chat and catching up with your besties and classmates, you moved to talk to the manager about the situation and thank them once again for this being able to happen. “sure thing Ms. y/n. Mr. Eijirou is a very lucky man. i hope he enjoys his time.” you thanked them before ending the conversation and walking to the DJ to make sure that they had your playlist set. once they started to play the music you headed over to the bar to order some drinks for everyone. you return to VIP with two trays of multiple mixed drinks. “thanks.” they each mumbled as you passed them their drinks. “y/n.” you turn around and see Momo and Aoyama walking in the club. “hey!” you walked over to hug them. “how’s life been treating y’all?” “amazing. as you can see i still look good.” Aoyama playfully winked at you making you giggle. “yes, i can. what about you Momo?” “i’m just here. i recently got engaged to the love of my life.” she smiled revealing to you the ring on her finger. “oh my god, congrats girl. i hope i’ll be invited to the wedding.” you poked her sides. she laughs, “yes you are dear, don’t worry.” “okay. well, go ahead and settle in the booth over there with everyone else. i’ll take care of drinks.” “thank you y/n.” they walked to the booth and took a seat.

after a couple of minutes and you were now dancing with some of your friends, your phone went off in your purse and you took it out. it was Bakugou calling you. “hey Bakugou.” “we’re here and he’s blindfolded.” he told you. “okay. you guys can come in now.” “alright. bye.” the called ended. you hurried over to the DJ requesting that you could have the mic. “hello, everyone. Bakugou is here with Kirishima. do you think we could be extra quiet and surprise him?” you questioned everyone in the club. they all cheered and stopped their chatter. the DJ turned down the music as you gave them back the microphone. just then the door for the club opened letting in the cool breeze of the evening as four men walked in all laughing and slightly pushing each other. they quickly silence themselves due to enter the room.

“bro, what the hell. where did y’all bring me?” Kirishima spoke. you walked over to him. from your heels clicking on the wooden tiles he could tell somebody was around. “who is that?” he asked. smiling you reach up and pushed the makeshift blindfold that around his head up to on his forehead. immediately his eyes widen. “y/n?” “surprise!” you shouted along with everyone. Kirishima was so astonished. “w-wha- how?” he looks around seeing familiar faces. “this is for you baby.” you reach and wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. he wraps him around you at the same time kissing you back deeply. pulling away you could see tears on his cheek as he looks you in your eyes. you use your thumbs to wipe them away. “baby doesn’t cry. it’s okay.” you softly massaged his cheeks. “y/n i wasn’t expecting this. y-your too good for me.” “aww, Kiri. come on, some people want to see you.” you lead him over to the VIP booth to see everyone.

so far the night was going great. many drinks and shots were ordered, some people already slightly tipsy. others just enjoyed the free chips that were passed out. you though. you were celebrating yourself. a whole lot. you and your besties along with Mina and Hagakure were all on the dance floor. y’all are dancing around having fun. then the song Instruction challenge that was on your playlist, starts to play. you get so hype and your besties know what’s about to happen. because you guys were being loud, you guys earned the attention of a couple of other people on the floor and they started to spread out making space for you. you also caught some of your friend's eyes like Todoroki, Iida, Hawks, etc.

as the beat played you slowly removed your jacket as you move your hips slowly whining before going into position to twerk. Mina and your best friend took their phones out to record. you also removed your heels and handed it to one of the girls. this drew even more attention from people and including your boyfriend. “what is she doing?” he eyed you in curiosity. “oh i know.” Momo and Aoyama laughed to themselves. even more confused, he moved closer to get a better look.

when the song said “just sit down, just bounce pon de dick.” everyone's eyes went wide, some people face like Midoriya, Kaminari and Shinsou got a bit red. they were not expecting that. to make circumstances even worst for them, you started to twerk. you moved your ass up and down to the beat of the song. your dress moving against you adding that extra jiggle from the slightly loose fabric.

your friends sang along to the lyric hyping you up so much. “so manage it, manage it!” they cheered as you threw it in a circle. “pon de one side, pon de one side, kotch pon de one side, one side.” you bent over bending your right knee to support yourself as you stretch your left leg. you reach for your left ankle to grip onto it as you moved left ass cheek. you moved it to the beat of the song.

at this point Kirishima was at a loss for words and a bit turned on the least to say. this was new to him. you could move like that? then straighten your leg so your bent over, you shake your ass when the song said “move de batty jaw now.” one of your friends started to throw money onto your ass and smack you on your ass. “oh my god y/n.” Sero laughed, totally unfazed by what’s happening. when they thought it was the end, “knock de pussy pon de damn concrete.” played. you went into a split and did exactly what they said, you knocked it on the concrete. twice. when the song ended your friend cheered for you and the other on the dance floor clapped. you smiled and thanked them before beginning to gather your stuff together and walk over to the booth.

“whew, that was a lot.” you breathed dabbing your head with a napkin before taking a sip of the water Kirishima was drinking. “you have no idea.” Shinsou spoke scratching the back of his neck with raised eyebrows. you laughed knowing exactly what he meant. “my bad. that’s just my song.” you shrugged with a smile. you look at Kirishima who was watching you. “yes Kirishima? your staring” you taunted him. “huh? oh, uh. nothing.” he frantically explained. laughing at his cute response you place your hand in his hair giving him little pets. “come on, let’s have some fun!” Mina exclaimed to everyone. Uraraka, Tsuyu, Aoyama, Momo, and Kaminari get up with no hesitation, following over to the dance floor. others like Todoroki, Shinsou, and Tokoyami stayed sitting down and watched. “would you like to join me, birthday boy?” you smirked as you outstretched a hand towards Kirishima. he accepted. “yes i would!”

you’ve been dancing for a while now with everyone and having the time of your life with your boyfriend’s arms around your waist, not letting up. dancing from songs like the Cha Cha Slide and teaching Kirishima how to Kontrol by Maleek Berry and whining into Kirishima as he matched your movements going low to the floor anytime you got lower. you even danced to La Romana by Bad Bunny with the Latino king himself Sero. you even caught one of your friends going crazy throwing it back on him as he caught it. everyone went crazy videoing them and hyping them up. the club was hype, and the excitement was far from ending as you had something planned for Kirishima at the end.

now back at the booth, telling Kiri that you need to go to the bathroom you excused yourself and went for the cake that you had bought. with the help of Todoroki, you successfully got to bring the cake to the table. you had placed the candles on it and lit them with a lighter. you placed the cake in front of Kirishima and placed a kiss on his cheek saying the words, “happy birthday baby.” he smiled as everyone cheered for him and wished him well. “go on! make a wish!” Aoyama urged him. taking your hand in his, he closed his eyes then blew out the candles. “thank you.” he kissed your hand. you smile, “anything for you baby.” “alright let’s have some cake!!” Tesutesu cheered. you feed Kirishima the cake, teasing as you smeared icing on his nose.

it’s been a while since you guys been sitting and chatting. you decided it was the best time for your surprise now as it was well close to 3 am. some people like Bakugou, Shinsou, and Deku were sleeping. some chatter was still going on but it was minimal. so you inquired of Mina and Kaminari to help you out with setting up. you told Mina to take care of the song with the DJ and Kaminari to place a chair in the middle of the dance floor for Kirishima to sit in. you woke up those how were sleeping and explained to everyone that you had something in store for Kirishima. “what else is there to do idiot?” Bakugou grumbles, upset that you woke him up from slumber. “promise me, you’ll want to see this.” you walk to the bathroom to get yourself ready and wait for your cue.

“what’s happening?” Kirishima asked his friend Kaminari as he was nudging him to the chair on the dance floor. “sh, just enjoy bro!” he gave him a thumbs up and went back to where everyone else was. “can i please have everyone’s attention.” Mina called through the mic by the DJ station. Kirishima landed his attention on her. “Kirishima, today’s a very special day. and we all have that we were able to spend it with you.” she started. Kirishima leans back in the chair with a smile on his face mouthing a ‘thank you’ to her. “and as the night is coming to a close, your sexy ass girlfriend named y/n has a show for you right now.” now everyone has their phones out at recording. “performing to Ride by Ciara, the big booty, big titty, make you cream your pants, y/n y/l/n!!!”

the song starts and you walked out of the bathroom that was by the bar. Kirishima turned to see you slowly walking out. your hand grazing against the counter as you seductively watched him walking down the bar. taking a strawberry that was in a cup, you placed it in your mouth bit sucking on the juice that was in the fruit. you placed the stem in the glass before slowing walking over to Kirishima, right leg in front of the other. the sound of your heels against the floor echo in the room with music.

reaching to Kirishima, he looks at you with wide eyes. you go behind him, you move your hand to grip his face in place a kiss to his lips then walking around in front of him. “i can do it big. i can do it long. i can do it whenever or however you want.” you lip-sync the song as you parted Kirishima’s leg placing yourself in between them. you continue to sing. “i market it so good, they can’t wait till you try me.” knelt, lean your face dangerously close to his crotch and roll your body before standing up straight. you turn around to face the crowd and you walked a few inches from him. you bend over with your back arched and your hands on your knees. you whine your hips being sure to slowly move in circles occasionally toking your hips to the side. sliding down to the floor with your ass in the air you continue to circle your hips. “they love the way i ride it. they love the way i ride it.”

Kirishima watching your every move, feeling very hot now having a full view of your ass in his face. his bottom lip found their way between his teeth as he didn’t let his eyes off you like your hip land flat on the floor in a fast motion causing your ass to jiggle. you turn around on your back, slowly moving your upper half off the floor until you sat up. with your arms grazing over your body brushing over your breast. you give them a slight squeeze and made a lewd face that makes Kirishima’s head loll back to the side as he made a pained expression showing his desperation. you stood to your feet and took your shoes off as a part of the dance. “i do it to him right, it’s like mmh-mmh good.” you bend your knees going down so you're on your toe and open your legs so Kirishima can see. you go into a split from here and move up and down.

“yes y/n!!!” Mina cheered for you. your eyes stay on Kirishima as you blew him a kiss. he smiled and motions you over to him. you crawl on all fours you stop before Kirishima. you move your hands up his body to his neck as he tilts your head up and looks at you. “baby, i need you.” you settle both your hands on his arm and take his fingers into mouth humming around them. “shit.” he swears.

pulling away you inch away a bit before putting your head down to the floor. using your arms to brace yourself, you use your legs to push off the ground so that you are on your head. you open your legs and move them gradually making them wave. leaning back you rest your legs on Kirishima’s thighs. he comes down positioning a hand behind your head and one around your waist pulling your body up. you encircle your arms around his neck having him extra close to your face. “Woo!!!” Kaminari and Hagakure shouted for you two as everyone roared as well.

“he love the way i ride it. he love the way i ride it.” you sang to Kirishima as you move your hips against him. you grind onto him. Kirishima lets out a groan. “holy fuck baby.” he pulls you closer by the arm around your waist and bucks up into you, using the hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a needy kiss. you kiss him back moving your tongue against his. you could feel his dick cock hardened through his jeans. it pressed right against your now soaked panties under your dress.

you move legs so that your feet were also set on his thighs. moving your lips down to his neck you still grind against him. you hear him let out a breathy moan and lean his head back, eyes squeezed shut. “y/n... i-i can’t.” he whines and moves his hand down to your ass. you twerk your ass against his hand. he smacks your ass and grabs it, using it as leverage to grind you harder down on him and buck up into you.

“you like this?” you could hear him whimper out a ‘yes’ as he still grinds your down onto him you pull away so that you sit upright on his hard member. you twerk your ass and smile at him. you lightly bounce on him causing him to slightly set off his quirk. pulling you back into him, he places your head on his shoulder and moves his hands under your dress.

without even thinking he moves your dress up so that your ass is on full exhibition for all to see. “YESSSS Y/N!!!!” Aoyama cheers for you. Kirishima lands a hard smack to your ass feeling the skin jiggle and you flinch in his lap with a moan in his ear. he bunches your panties and pulls it between your ass. “this is all mine. tonight you’re gonna get it.” he says. you lean into his lips giving him a faint kiss.

you fix yourself and moved so that you were standing again. swiveling around you strut away before coming to a stop. you reach under your dress and removed your panties. you threw it towards Kirishima and walked away. everyone went wild. then the music ended. “give it up for y/n!” Mina spoke through the mic. everyone clapped for you and you gleam taking a bow. “thank you all for making this night a memorable and happy night for my sexy warrior Eijirou Kirishima.” you direct toward Kirishima who hand your panties in hand and watching you with hooded eyes. “i love you baby.” you said to him.

“y/n that was fricken amazing! look.” Hagakure showed you her phone. you watched as you and Kirishima grind against each, kissing and moaning. you felt your face heat with embarrassment. “oh my god. i did that.” you laughed and hid your face in your hands. “girl there’s nothing to be afraid of, we all know what goes on behind the close door.” Aoyama leaned in his hands and winked at you. “and from the looks of it, Kirishima appeared to be enjoying himself as well.” your friend implied at the phone to when Kirishima had rolled your dress up and slapped your ass. “by the way, nice ass.” Mina winked at you.

“Kirishima bro how does it feel?” Kaminari and Sero surround Kirishima as he walked back to the booth. “you have no idea bro.” he smirks looking at you as you talked with your friends. “dude you were going all out. grabbing her ass like it’s no one’s business.” Sero shows him the video. he watches as his hands grabbed on your ass grinding into you. he could feel his dick twitch against his thigh from the view of your ass. “you look a bit excited there shitty hair.” Bakugou spoke suggestively. Kirishima moved his hands to cover his prominent boner. “oh, he’s ready.” Jirou laughed. “Kiri’s gonna get some tonight!” Tetsutetsu chimed.

“babe, you ready to go home?” Kirishima came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. you shiver as his teeth rake against your ear. “oop, y/n. looks like you won’t be able to walk for days.” your best friend wooed. you only laugh, jokingly telling them to shut up. “yeah. you ready?” you replied to Kirishima. he nods his head nuzzled into your neck. “okay. lemme get my panties to put back on.” you ran your hands through his hair. “no i’ll think i’ll keep it. makes things more interesting.” he says to you. your friends hear and squeal. “y/n is getting fucked senseless tonight!!” Mina hollers. he looks at her from your neck. “you have no idea.” turning you around his arms, he picks you up and wraps your legs on his midsections. he slaps your ass and kisses your neck. he gathers your belongings and says goodbyes and goodnights to everyone, walking out the door with you.

you all know what happened after that

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years ago

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 18 -Chemistry

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what will they do?, 2.5k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

“Two, three, four!” Alex counted off and the band sprung into action inside the studio. The one good thing about the drums was that it made him hyper aware of every limb on his body. There was no room for distractions or intrusive thoughts when he was keeping time. It was almost like the euphoria of being dizzy, only without the dizziness. He could be okay in this state for a little while - just long enough to reset his mind and declutter itself.

As they finished their take, they heard a familiar voice from the sound booth.

“Sounds incredible boys!”

Caleb. There went the whole ‘reset and declutter’ thing he had going.

Each of the guys looked around at each other, knowing they would have to do their best to pretend they didn’t know anything. This was the first time they were seeing him since Alex had given the news to the rest of the band. None of them had actually discussed what they would do the next time Caleb happened to stop in. Setting down their instruments and slowly filing into the sound booth, they all greeted Caleb, trying to appear happy to see him.

“Let’s hear that playback, shall we?” he said as they all sat together. He pressed a few knobs on his soundboard and they all listened closely to their own song. It was just gonna be another session with notes on where they could dub vocals here and there or duplicate tracks to fill things out - it had to be normal, Alex prayed.

“And let’s stop here for a minute,” Caleb was saying after getting into a couple minutes of the track. “Reggie. What happened to the bassline?” Reggie sat up, blinking at being called out. “That’s not what was on your demo; why did you change it?”

Reggie’s face had already fallen as he made flustered attempts to respond.

“I-I...I just liked that line better...I think it fits the style and the direction of the song,” he stammered, shoulders slumped, avoiding eye contact. His hands came together in his usual fidget - the one he did when he got yelled at. Alex saw Bobby’s hand curl into a fist.

“Alright, alright, trust me,” Caleb placated. “I understand, probably more than any of you, why improvising a part feels so good. I wouldn’t host a jazz club if I didn’t get that. But here the difference is that no one knows your songs yet, boys.”

“We’ve had faithful fans for years,” Luke interrupted.

Caleb cut him off with a mere look. Shutting his mouth, Luke scratched the back of his head nervously. After taking a breath, Caleb simply let out a sigh.

“Boys.” His tone was really drawing on the charisma, Alex noticed. “My job in helping you reach the stardom that you all one hundred percent deserve is to help you create a footprint on the walk of fame. A footprint means as beginners we can’t mess with the core elements that make your brand. These songs need to stay consistent until we have thousands of fans singing back to you in the audience the very lines you wrote in your humble garage. They need to know the first few seconds of that drumbeat and recall who you are on the radio. They are going to learn those basslines and those chords and add them to their own repertoire while they aspire to be legends like you! Don’t you see how important that is? I know. Playing around is fun; experimenting with new ideas and sounds is the whole reason we’re here. But from now on, I want you boys to stay in one lane, and I will match your speed.”

Eyeing each other warily, they all awkwardly murmured and nodded to agree with him. None of his words had been all that comforting. Alex was stuck thinking about how Caleb had made an appeal to every single one of them and somehow been right on the nose. It was like he could read their minds and it felt rather invasive.

“We’ll remember that,” Alex told him. He knew the other three were battling with their fight or flight responses and it would be suspicious.

“Oh, good,” Caleb replied. “I can see we’re having an off day, but maybe Alex can get the rest of you on board. Let’s run that song again.”

Exchanging glances, the guys stood up and headed back into the recording booth.

“Man, chemistry sucks,” Bobby complained from his seat in the armchair in his garage. Books were spread out around him, as well as about a dozen crumpled up pieces of notebook paper. “Reggie would get this.”

Alex looked up from the history homework he’d been focused on. He was gaining such an ear for whenever Reggie or Bobby mentioned one another and it made him laugh inwardly. For now, though, he had to hide the smirk.

“Well, I would call him, but he’s taking care of his sister tonight.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to bother him anyways.”

This was one of the rare occasions where it was just Alex and Bobby together. Usually at least Luke would be around, but he was out on some date with Julie and there was no telling when he was expected back. Bobby had been helping Alex with history for a little bit but about half an hour ago remembered his own homework in a panic. Now they were both having trouble focusing. Their time in the studio that morning was clearly still on both of their minds.

“Hey, did Reggie tell you we were playing for his cousin’s wedding?” Alex asked in a non sequitur fashion.

“What?” Bobby said, finally sitting up and tearing his eyes off the diagram he was making. “No, he didn’t. Since when was that happening?”

“I’ve known for a couple weeks,” Alex told him casually.

“Oh.” Bobby looked down at the floor. “Any reason you haven’t mentioned it until now?”

Alex shifted in his seat on the couch at the suspicion in Bobby’s voice, but tried to play it off with a shrug.

“I just forgot. We’ve had a lot going on since he mentioned it to me.”

It did the trick. Still, Bobby sat in thought for a while, playing with his tongue inside his mouth absent-mindedly. Alex physically bit his own tongue to keep himself from asking what was on Bobby’s mind and pretended to turn his attention back to his history work. There was a long, static pause.

“Reggie’s been really weird lately,” Bobby said.

“Is that so?” Alex didn’t look up this time.

“Yeah. I mean, he’s always been goofy and everything, but I mean, he’s been unusual even for him. You know what I mean?”

“I guess I haven’t been paying as close of attention.” Alex flipped a page in his text book. “But I’ll take your word. Are you worried about him?”

Furrowing his brow, Bobby frowned in thought.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I mean, I always worry about him, you know, cuz of everything he deals with at home. But I don’t know...this is different.”

“Is it because of what Caleb said today?”

“I didn’t like that either, but no, that’s not it.”

He looked so serious that Alex couldn’t find it funny anymore. Actually, Bobby seemed so distressed by it that it was making Alex distressed.

“Hey,” he said with concern. “Why do you look so bummed about it?”

He received a glance as though a great weight sat upon Bobby’s shoulders. It was so familiar it shot him in the chest. His friend looked so lost and uncertain, so afraid to speak his mind. And Alex thought Reggie had been conflicted. It was a little worrying.

“I think you actually know what's going on, huh?” Bobby said in resignation.

Nope. Now it was just frustrating. Alex sat up and looked at Bobby directly.

“Okay, I know expressing yourself isn’t your strong suit, Bobby, but please say it out loud. You can do it. Especially with me.”

His friend’s eyebrows knit together even further, trying to convince himself to get it off his chest. A minute passed, and finally he shut his chemistry book, set it aside, and faced Alex.

“I have feelings for Reggie.”

Thank god.

“Good job! You’re officially the last to know!”

Bobby’s face fell into a confused expression.

“What?”

Alex merely shrugged. They were so helpless, but luckily he was better at trying to solve others’ problems than his own.

“I had to let you come to your own conclusion. It was exhausting; you took forever.”

Bobby folded his hands and fidgeted with his thumbs.

“How long have you noticed?”

“Technically? Since before playing at the Pearl. But that’s when it really started to be obvious.”

Smirking, Bobby just bowed and shook his head.

“You know,” he began. “When I was first getting to know you, I didn’t trust you. Luke and I were already so close, and he introduced me to you and Reggie and you two already were such good friends. For a while I couldn’t figure out when you were being sarcastic or serious and I didn’t want to admit I was too sensitive. Reggie helped me figure out the difference and I just sort of dropped anything I was upset about.”

Alex listened carefully, nodding at his words.

“And now you’ve started getting all personal because you know I’m the most trustworthy one here, right?” he half-teased.

Nodding, Bobby smiled a little.

“I guess this is the part where you tell me to get my crap together and tell Reggie?”

“Yep,” Alex said. “But go at your own pace. The last thing I want is you two making things even weirder than they already are by trying to discuss things when you’re not prepared. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great, but don’t forget the rest of the band in the process.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bobby pondered. “You have a point. Speaking of weird business, I’m still not cool about us pretending to go along with making the album while knowing what we do about Caleb.”

“Me neither, but I think Luke was right. We’re just being careful.”

“Since when is Sunset Curve careful, though? We would just set up and play wherever we could until we got chased off the property, and then we’d just find a new location the next night.”

“The difference is we were nobody fifteen year olds who didn’t have contracts signed. You said it yourself, we could risk losing the rights to our own music if we break things off.”

“We read the contracts, though, right?” Bobby insisted. “I made sure we did. I don’t remember anything that seemed too controlling in them.”

“Would we have known what to look for?” Alex responded.

Sighing heavily and flopping back into his chair, Bobby stared up into the ceiling. It felt like no good answer could be given. Alex was frustrated too, but he remembered what Tía Victoria had told him as well. He believed Willie, of course, especially since Victoria hadn’t actually seen or spoken to him. She hadn’t been able to get a sniff of Caleb’s true nature, and she was a professional investigator. If Caleb could fool her that easily, he’d tied their hands while they willingly held them out.

“Bobby,” Alex started. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we should stop laying ourselves on the ground and letting him walk all over us. None of this ‘establish the brand’ B.S.”

Straightening his posture, Alex sat up and folded his hands. That was exactly what he wanted to do, too. Even if he didn’t know anything else about Caleb, the way he’d gone after Reggie had left a sour enough taste in his mouth. Before he could say anything else to Bobby, Luke stepped into the garage.

“Guys, I was thinking - ” he started.

“You wanna go after Caleb too?” Bobby said.

“Whoa, how did you know?” he sat back in surprise.

“Bobby and I were just talking about it,” Alex told him. Luke raised his eyebrows as he flopped onto the couch beside Alex.

“Were you guys mad when he singled out Reggie, too?”

“Yes!”

“Nobody shames Reggie like that!”

“Bobby, you should go cheer him up,” Luke suggested. “We all know you’re in love with him.”

“Oh my god!” Bobby cried, throwing his arms into the air in exasperation. Immediately he stood up and gathered all his books. “Just for that, I’m turning in you guys. Have a nice night, Alex. Luke, I hope it’s cold.” He stormed out of the garage and into his house while Luke and Alex simply laughed together.

“I, uh… I already gave him a speech about it,” Alex told Luke, smirking.

“Thank you!” Luke cried. “I know they tease me about being dense but at least I go for what I want! And so do you!”

Smiling at the acknowledgement of him and Willie, Alex slowly started packing up his homework. He could finish it tomorrow night.

“By the way, how was hanging out with Julie?” he asked.

Placing his arms behind his head, Luke got that dreamy far-off look on his face. The ‘Julie on the mind’ look. He smiled like he’d seen an angel and the angel had smiled back in kind.

“Oh, she’s awesome. She’s way better at roller skating than me. I wish there were two of me just so one of us could hold her hand while skating with her and the other could sit down and watch.”

Alex made a face at the odd visual, but he understood what Luke was talking about. He wondered what he and Willie looked like from an outside perspective. Did they look as happy as he felt? Did Willie bring out something in him that he’d never seen in the mirror? Or even something the rest of the guys didn’t know yet? That was something he really wanted to discuss with Willie now.

“I can’t wait until her mom gets out of the hospital,” Luke was saying. “I want to learn everything she can teach me. She told me she took two years just working on the production of an album for her band. Imagine what we could do with our songs if we had her in the studio instead of Caleb.”

“Wow,” Alex commented. “At this point, I really wish we were working with the Molinas. At least they seem to get us.”

Luke looked at him and Alex knew he’d heard all the underlying meaning in that sentence. All the guys had been accepted by Julie’s family in a way none of their own seemed capable of. Alex almost wished he hadn’t said it out loud because it only tempted him to forget about heading home.

“Maybe one day, we will, Alex,” Luke said, giving him an encouraging smile.

He chuckled as he shouldered his backpack and headed out the door.

“Yeah. That’d be sweet.”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #alive au #willex #willie #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #viva las vegas #vlv #chemistry #fiddlepickdouglas

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poguesofthebau · 4 years ago

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dance partners

requested by: @danicarosaline (literally forever ago bc i suck)

summary: you and jj had been besties for as long as the rest of the pogues, but everyone always thought it was strictly platonic. one night at a kegger, though, your relationship with the blonde changes drastically. (we love a lil friends-to-lovers moment!) word count: 2.9k

“this is gonna be an epic night, guys.”

“jj,” you said, rolling your eyes with a light laugh. “you say that on the way to every kegger. we all know you’re just excited to get fucked up.” the rest of the pogues chimed in, agreeing with you as jj flipped you off. the walk to the kegger was longer than most people would be willing to trek, but it was always your favorite part of the night. walking from the Chateau to the Boneyard was one of those little things that probably wouldn’t mean much to anyone else, but times when you could simply bicker and laugh with your best friends meant the world to you.

“y/n, you need to learn to look forward to these kinds of things. you only live once, you know.” he reached out to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side as the other hand, in the shape of a fist, lightly ruffled the top of your head. you grabbed the hand that was resting on your shoulder, spinning yourself out of his gentle grip and conveniently forgetting to remove your hand from jj’s when you were free of his hold. to your left, kie, pope, and john b were exchanging suspicious glances, immediately noticing the lingering touch between their friends. kie snorted in surprise, but other than that, they all kept their mouths shut.

soon enough, the five of you had arrived to the scene of the party. within a few minutes of getting there, you all had red solo cups in hand, spreading out on the beach to mingle a little. after kie got her first refill, always having been the quickest drinker of the pogues, you two broke off from the boys, arms linked together as you roamed around the beach. somehow there was music flooding the beach, and neither you nor kie could stop yourselves from letting out a few dance moves to the songs you knew. you chatted and laughed at the antics of the already drunk teenagers scattering the sand, pointing out those who were doing the funniest shit. “okay, wait. we can’t laugh at those girls,” kie said, nodding toward two kook girls who were clearly too far gone, dancing messily with each other. a small flock of guys had begun to cheer the two on, but they seemed too busy enjoying each other’s company to notice. “that’s gonna be us in like, an hour.” you both laughed loudly, clinking your cups together before downing the rest of their contents without anymore words.

once you had emptied your cup, you turned to figure out how far you’d strayed from where the keg sat. as you scanned the beach, your eyes met jj’s, immediately earning a smile from your friend along with a raise of his own cup. you flipped yours upside down with a joking pout, indicating to the blonde that you were already out of ammo. he waved for you to come over to him, and you nodded with a smile before holding up a finger and turning back to kiara. before you could say anything, you noticed the sudden amused glint in her eye and she began to talk. “pope and jb are making fools of themselves again. i’m gonna go get in on that. i’ll catch up with you later?” you laughed at the two boys she had pointed out, both seemingly trying to limbo without reason.

“yeah, i got jj, so i’ll find you later. good luck with the other morons!” and with that you were parting ways, kie heading straight as you turned and made your way over to jj. “you gonna get me a refill or what, pogue?”

jj bowed sarcastically, grabbing your cup and falling into step beside you as you moved toward the keg. “it’d be my genuine honor, princess.” you scoffed at the nickname, bumping jj’s hip with your own. once again, his arm found its way around your shoulders, and the two of you swayed clumsily over to the source of the beer. “two refills, dude,” jj called to the kid manning the keg. once your cups were full again, you and jj found yourselves a seat in the heart of the chaos, perched on a fallen tree branch that some other pogues were standing in front of. as you laughed at the scene playing out before you (a bunch of touron guys standing in the middle of a circle of people doing ‘parkour’), jj watched you with a smile. the two of you bantered a little, mocking the actions of the people around you as you tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning into you. after a few minutes of trying to avoid his glance, you finally gave in. when you caught his eye, the glance you expected to exchange was not at all what you got. in all honesty, you’d never really seen jj with that expression. he looked... smitten. you raised your eyebrows at him, laughing again. “are you laughing at me now? don’t you know better?”

your eyes widened at the question, your cup-less hand immediately coming up to his chest to hold him back from any attacks. “no,” you corrected. “i’m laughing at your face, because i think it might be broken or something. you can’t make a face like that and expect me to take it normally. don’t you know better?” you were leaning into him tauntingly as you spoke, smiles spreading across both of your faces as you did.

“y/n,” jj teased back. “are you trying to get me to kiss you? hm?” your hand then fell from his chest, and you let out a scoff. jj, on the other hand, wasn’t satisfied with that being the end of the conversation. he lifted a hand to flick back a piece of hair that had fallen onto your shoulder, and that same hand somehow found its way to the side of your face. though you were still smirking confidently and comfortably, your insides were getting all sorts of twisted up. what was he doing? was this whole thing still just a joke? “i don’t know if you know this, but, if you are, you don’t have to try that hard. kinda don’t have to try at all.” jj was now wearing an expression you recognized. it was his i’m hot, and i pull girls, and i know it expression. for some reason, that pissed you off a little. slightly offended, you knocked his hand away from your face, turning back to face the tourons. you felt his gaze linger on you, but before either of you could do or say anything else, the rest of the pogues had materialized before you.

all three of them decently drunk at that point, john b and kie were laughing hysterically as pope dazedly looked between you and jj. hopping down from the tree branch and taking a step toward them, you decided to ignore pope’s obviously noticing that something had just happened. “what’s so funny?” you asked, internally hoping whatever they were giggling at would be enough to lift your spirits again. while they explained the joke they couldn’t get over, you essentially downed your second drink. at the tail end of the explanation, jb and kie both broke into more laughter, and this time you joined them. when the laughter faded, you spoke again, this time only to kie. “come get a refill with me?”

kiara looped her arm through yours, nodding with a smile. “of course! we’re off!”

after one more fleeting look at jj (a glance he caught, and even tried to hold), you and kie were walking away. against your own will, you let out a sigh, shoulders slumping a little as you replayed the past few minutes in your head. this time, you got a refill and remained standing by the keg, kie next to you with a drunk but concerned pout on her face. ignoring her, you downed your third drink within a minute, quickly stepping back up for another. that’s a bit better, you found yourself thinking as all the drinks seemed to hit you at once. turning to kie, you smiled insincerely. “what are you thinking about, my little drunk?” her eyebrows knitted together at the question, her head tilting knowingly. she was asking you the same thing. letting out a puff of air, you rolled your eyes but explained yourself nonetheless. “i’m fine! jj just like... implied that he wanted to kiss me or something. i’m just confused, i guess.”

“honey, i just watched you down a cup and a half of beer that you don’t even like. i may be a little bit drunker than you, but i think you’re something other than confused.” her arms crossed insistently across her chest, some of the liquid in her cup falling onto her arm in the process. she giggled at her own mistake, trying her best to wipe the drink away and looking back to you expectantly. “are you gonna explain, or should i go ask jj what he did to you?”

at that, you were vigorously shaking your head. “no, no, no. it’s not that big of a deal. it was just unexpected. i mean, jj hitting on me? that’s weird, isn’t it?” kiara simply shrugged, letting you continue the tangent she knew you were about to go off on. “it’s kind of annoying, too. i’m his best friend. at least, one of his best friends. and now he’s gonna try to, what, conquer me? like he does with the desperate tourons? i’m not a fucking touron. it could’ve been a really sweet moment if he hadn’t--”

“wait, a really sweet moment?” kie interrupted. “oh my god. you wanted him to kiss you!” without hesitation, your hand was clamping over her mouth, both of your eyes wide. peering over your shoulder, you caught eye contact with jj once again from across the beach. he waved nervously, and you threw him a tight lipped smile in return. easily distracted by the boy, your hand fell from kie’s mouth. when she realized she had some leeway to speak, she lowered her voice so only you could hear her words. “awww, you guys are so cute! seriously, since when was this a thing? and how come you didn’t tell me?”

you shook your head lightly, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you answered. “it’s not really a thing. i mean, i don’t think it is? i’ve had this little crush on jj forever, but i never let myself feed into it because it’s jj, you know?” kie nodded sympathetically, tossing a comforting arm over your shoulder. “but now he’s acting weird, and i don’t know what that means.”

taking a deep breath, kie forced you to fully face her, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. (actually, she had one hand on one shoulder, and the other held her full cup, which was being balanced on top of your other shoulder, but it was close enough.) “here’s what i think you should do,” she began, grabbing your full attention at the implication of a solution. “be you. it’s jj, y/n. he’s fucking weird. but, i don’t think you should assume he hasn’t had a little crush on you forever, too, because i’d say he has. but don’t tell him you got that knowledge from me.” you raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to question her so-called knowledge but being cut off by your friend. “so what i’m saying is, just do what you always do. don’t freak out, or start avoiding him, or any of that shit. just be y/n, be normal, and i’m sure jj will be jj, in that terrifyingly concerning jj way. if something’s gonna happen, it’ll happen. and if not, you’re still y/n and jj, right?” you nodded slowly as you took in her words, your subconscious registering them as the truth. “oh, and one more thing: get drunk with me, please!” even when she was drunk, kie knew just what to say in times of distress. so you listened to her.

you took a few more seconds to let the nerves leave your body and mind, but soon enough you were back with the boys again, in that same spot next to jj. he seemed a little surprised by your return, but didn’t verbally question it. you bumped you shoulder against his with a smirk, and when he concluded that you weren’t upset, his arm was tossed back around your shoulder like nothing had happened.

within thirty minutes, you’d almost forgotten how weird jj was acting. instead, you were focused on being with your friends, and having fun. kiara, pope, and john b eventually began dancing foolishly, tripping over each other and laughing at their own actions. you and jj remained perched in your seats, both swaying and singing along to the music surrounding you. after a few songs of simply watching your friends’ drunken dance moves, jj was hopping down from his spot and putting a hand out for you just as the song changed. you looked at him hesitantly, laughing when he impatiently shook the hand that he wanted you to take. “c’mon, princess. you’re my dance partner. let’s go!” succumbing to his persistence, you put your hand in his and let him pull you from your seat and move you a few steps closer to the source of the music.

conveniently enough, jj had chosen a decently scandalous song for the two of you to dance to. the movements between you were goofy and innocent for the first few moments of the song, but when the bass dropped just before the first chorus began, you felt like every ounce of alcohol you’d had that night was hitting you at once, and your body was basically moving itself. you let jj pull you flush against him as your hips swayed with the beat, your back pressed firmly against his front. he followed your movements, one hand in yours as he tried not to focus too much on the way your ass was moving against him. with one particularly powerful roll of your hips, you had jj lightly groaning behind you, drawing a chuckle out of you as you spun in his arms. “what, you wanted me to be your dance partner and now you can’t handle it?” at that point, you were unbelievably aware of how close your face was to jj’s, but kie’s words were ringing through your head loud enough to keep you from moving away. if something’s gonna happen, it’ll happen.

jj’s arm snaked around your lower back as the two of you continued to dance while you quietly talked. “oh, no, princess. i can handle it.”

“then what’s the problem, dance partner?” your free hand came up to jj’s shoulder, fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck, and you gave him a small, satisfied smile. maybe kie had told you to act normal, and this wasn’t normal, but it was fun, and you had gotten just as drunk as she’d wanted you to, so who was complaining?

“no problems here. absolutely none,” jj insisted quietly. suddenly, that smitten look from earlier was back on his face. before you could react, the hand that had been stationed on your back was moving to your cheek. he tugged you a centimeter closer, studying your face as he did. when your expression didn’t change, your eyes just flickering down to his lips and back to his eyes, he knew what his next move was. without giving himself another second to overthink it, his closed the gap between your mouths, both of your eyes now shut as you melted into each other. the music was long forgotten, and the (extremely loud) hoots and hollers of surprise from the other pogues were ignored. the hand you’d had around his shoulder was now raking through his hair, and his was holding the back of your head steady. neither of you moved away from the other until the song was changing, and you both realized that the volume of your friends would soon draw a lot of attention to the two of you. when you pulled back, you locked eyes with jj for a few seconds before breaking into laughter and burying your face in his shoulder. “what? am i that bad? you laughin’ at me again, princess?”

you pulled yourself away from the shelter you’d found in his shoulder to look at him again with a surprised smile. “that’s your main concern right now, jj?” he laughed with you, pulling you back into a hug. “by the way,” you murmured in his ear so none of the eavesdropping pogues could hear. “we’re gonna have to talk about that ‘princess’ thing, because i don’t know if i can handle it.”

jj released you from the hug, smiles plastered on both of your faces as you finally turned to face your friends, who were full-on applauding at that point. “we can talk about the ‘princess’ thing later, princess. let’s take a walk first.” and just like that, you and jj were waving sarcastically to your friends, refusing to otherwise acknowledge them (or answer any of the burning questions they were throwing at you), and heading off to a quieter part of the beach. the walk to this kegger had been fun, but you doubted anything could top the walk you and jj were taking now.

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puckngrind · 4 years ago

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What’s In a Name: 1 - J Toews

Summary: Bekah heads to the 2015 All-Star game in Columbus where she meets Jon.

Warnings: mentions of break up, swearing, smut

Word count: 3205

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Numb.

Numb was the word Rebekah finally landed on to describe her state of being. She knew it wasn’t grief. She felt that emotion rip through her soul in waves when thinking of her grandfather who passed away two years prior. This wasn’t that or pain and she knew it.

Her boyfriend of the last four years walked into their shared apartment two days after Christmas in 2014 as she was cleaning up the holiday decorations dancing to the N’Sync Christmas album. He announced he was done with their relationship and moving in with his coworker that night. Rebekah had convinced herself that this man was the one she would marry and spend the rest of her life with. Now the cold, numb feeling she felt said maybe that she willed herself to the feelings of wanting to be married and the thoughts of marriage was not due to the actual love she thought they shared.

“You need to eat Bekah.” Brynn shoved eggs and bacon in front of her face. “And we are going back to your place today to remove the asshole’s presence from it. Got it, Bekah?” Her best friend’s hand landed on Bekah’s in that mom kind of way. To be honest, Brynn was kind of like a second mom. She was older but the two hit it off from the moment they met. Brynn was in accounting and Bekah in marketing at a same firm in Columbus, Ohio. They were work wives if you asked those who interacted with them the most.

“Thanks Rin.” Bekah was the only person to call her a nickname which was a running joke since Brynn’s name was chosen specifically because it did not have nicknames. Of course, Bekah found one and Brynn secretly loved watching her mother flinch when she heard it used.

The two headed over to the Bekah’s apartment after breakfast. “Maybe I should just move? Break the lease?” The realization that she would never feel at home again started settling in as she watched Brynn pack up the pictures from over the fireplace and moved towards bedroom.

“You can come live with us until you find a new place. Derek mentioned it in bed last night.” Brynn and Derek were the cutest married couple Bekah knew. “Plus the team is on a roadie so we can have the house to ourselves to burn things if ya want, drink wine, and of course, eat Jeni’s.”

Derek was a trainer for the Columbus Blue Jackets. He traveled with the team which Brynn sort of loved because she could host nights in when he was out of town but hated that he was gone so much. Bekah knew she hated to be alone but would never admit to it. There was a perk Bekah enjoyed from being friends with Brynn and Derek. She was always the one who went to games with her bestie. While Bekah wouldn’t call herself a die hard fan, she loved the atmosphere of the arena. Hockey was something that amazed her for a multitude of reasons. For starters, the way these giant men skated so gracefully while all 5’7” of herself somewhat athletic self could hardly stand on ice skates. Then they hit pucks and opponents so impressive to watch.

“You just need to get back out there.” Brynn handed Bekah a glass of wine while settling into the couch to watch the last game of 2014.

“I don’t know Rin. I kinda think I need to be alone for awhile. Find myself or whatever.” Bekah sipped her wine and took in the game.

“I’m sure Derek could introduce you to one of the single guys on the team.” Brynn nods to the television. “No strings attached there. You know most of them go home for the summer.” Brynn giggled as she watched her best friend’s face contort.

“Holy shit Brynn! No. NO! Talk about awkward. And they are either married or way young, right?” Bekah barked out.

“Well the ones I’m thinking of are all 21 or older...and maybe you just need to get under someone new, that’s all I’m saying.”

“And a pro hockey player is your solution? Like they would even give me the time of day.” Bekah pulled at her french braid then shoved her empty hand deep into her hoodie attempting hide her insecurities. “I’ve been single for what, five days, friend. I don’t need anyone new right now.”

“Well you should see the way some of the boys look at you. Boone comes to mind.” The gasp out of Bekah’s mouth was enough for Brynn. “When you are ready, just let me know.” She eyed her best friend then dropped the topic for now.

January brought a new chapter. Bekah found a place she loved and swore off men for the near future.

“You are coming to the All Star things with me. Derek already got you an all access pass so you cannot say no. He only gets two.” Brynn announced the week before the All-Star break. She tried to convince Bekah to go with them on vacation but Bekah was already feeling like the third wheel in the few weeks since the breakup and said no.

“That sounds fun.” Brynn’s mouth dropped open when Bekah didn’t fight the announcement.

The city was buzzing and finally felt like a hockey town. Bekah picked Brynn up and the two fluttered around the arena district before taking in the activities on the concourse then headed below to go see Derek. The amount of people in the tunnels was crazy but soon the two found Derek. Bekah pointed to a place to meet and wandered off while the couple spoke.

“So are you related to a Jackets player?” A deep voice boomed above Bekah’s head.

“Huh?” Bekah turns and looks up at the tall, handsome man decked out in All-Star gear. She noticed a 19 on his sweatshirt meaning he was a player.

“Your shirt makes me think you are a Columbus fan and since you are down here...I’m assuming you are a relative. Am I wrong?” His serious face cracks into a slight smile.

“Oh! I’m friends with the trainer.” Bekah replies finally pointing into the sea of people.

“Nice. I’m Jon. And you are?” Jon places his hand out to shake Bekah’s hand. She places her hand in his.

“Rebekah. Bekah to most. Nice to meet you.”‘ she looks up into his dark brown eyes. “So, which team do you play for?” She moves her hand out of his and flicks her finger up towards the number.

“Blackhawks.” Their conversation quickly turning into Chicago and how each enjoyed the city. “Well, Beks, I have to go. Can I find you later?” Jon winks while touching her forearm slightly and she nods feeling her cheeks turning pink before he walks off towards the locker room.

“Oh. My...GIRL!” Bekah hears Brynn almost at squeal level as she turns around. “You were just talking to Jonathan...eekkkk!” Brynn does a little dance and her words become incomprehensible.

“He’s nice.” Bekah smiles looking around to see if he’s in view.

“And single!” Brynn coos.

“Don’t Rin.” She gives Brynn a death glare and that just stop look.

“I’m not...just stating a fact. Let’s go find our seats.” Brynn grabs Bekah’s hand and leads her back up to their glass seats.

The skills competition went on and Bekah noticed every chance Jon got he skated towards where she was sitting. He’d wink or nod and then skated back. Just a little “Hey, I see you” before returning to his captain duties.

“I’m not saying anything but I see you two.” Brynn leans into her best friend. Bekah can feel the heat in her cheeks spreading and with his next stop in front of her she tightened her thighs together trying to will away the way he made her entire body tingle in just how he looked over at her. “Let’s head down before the crowd gets up!” Brynn announced at the last commercial break. The two got up and headed down to meet up with Derek.

“So is there a good place to get a drink around here besides my hotel’s bar?” Jonathan leans down into Bekah’s ear making her heart skip a beat and her body jump. “Sorry, did I startle you?” Brynn’s glowing recommendation of him as well as the way he spoke to her caused Bekah to say yes to drinks at a bar around the corner.

Drinks led to standing outside his hotel room. “Jon.” Bekah grabbed his wrist with a confidence she didn’t think she possessed. His gaze moved from the door to her hazel green eyes. “What are you expecting when we go through that door?” His lips pressed together then curled into a smirk.

“No expectations. Promise. Just come in.” He easily broke her grip and wrapped his hand in hers leading them through the door. Bekah wasn’t sure she knew hotel rooms this large even existed in Columbus and she takes in the space and including the large window where she can see the city lights dancing off the Scioto River.

“I’m pretty sure this is larger than my apartment.” She finally slinks out of her jacket and looks over to where Jon has disappeared in the bedroom.

“You live alone?” He comes out pulling on a t-shirt and Bekah catches the gasp is her throat with the glimpse of his abs.

“Uh, yeah. Fuck. Yes. Sorry. Recently dumped.” She fiddles with her hair and looks for the closest chair before her legs give out.

“I’d say I’m sorry about the break up but I’m not.” Jon places his arms on either side of the chair Bekah just sat in flexing while leaning in. “His loss...my gain.” He presses his lips on her forehead before retreating to the couch across the sitting room. “So what do you do for a living?”

“Marketing. I’d ask you but...” Bekah giggles feeling herself relax while looking up at Jon’s serious face. “I do have some questions about your job.”

“Open book.” Jon opens his hands to a motion her to continue.

“How long have you played in the NHL? Same team? Like your captain?” The line of questions made Jon crack a smile.

“Started in 2007. Always with the Blackhawks. And his nickname is Captain Serious.” Jon pulls his lips together like he does in interviews and looks over at the gorgeous woman who seems to be processing the information.

“Captain Serious huh? Sounds fun.” Bekah crosses her legs cursing her body for the feelings pulsing throughout. “How often are you in Columbus?”

“Once a season. We only play them twice. Played them in December and then they play in Chicago in March I think.”

“Nice. Well, I think I’ve sobered up enough and you have an All-Star game tomorrow.” Bekah abruptly states and starts for the door. Jon quickly catches her hips and stops her dead in her tracks.

“What just happened there? We were talking and then your shoulders wiggled and you announced you are suddenly leaving.” Jon holds Bekah firm in his grasp. His gaze moves from her soft dark golden brown locks framing her face to her eyes which told him her actions and her desire were fighting. Lightly pushing Bekah’s loose hair behind her ear he looks deep in her eyes. She blinks trying to stay focused on her thoughts that she was leaving.

“I don’t know. My heart tells me one thing and my body is telling me another. And my mind says I should kill Rin for even taking me tonight.” Bekah looks down and notices how close their bodies are.

“Who’s Rin?” Jon pulls her body even closer.

“My best friend. Redhead I was sitting with. Her husband is the trainer, Derek.” Bekah breathes out.

“So that’s who I have to thank?” Jon runs his fingers over Bekah’s arm and across her collarbone pulling her chin up to look back at him. “I won’t make you stay but I also don’t want you to leave. No expectations is true. We also can do whatever here tonight and then you don’t have to see me again if you don’t want to.”

“One night stands aren’t my thing...well...actually I’ve never had one before but I’m assuming they aren’t.” Bekah’s admission makes Jon laugh which she feels throughout her entire body.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a one night thing...and I’m not a one night stand person either Beks. Can I kiss you and start from there?” Jon’s thumb runs across her cheek and he feels the twitch pulsating from his briefs.

“Yes.” Bekah hardly spoke before Jon’s lips were on her’s and she deepens it as she stepped into him placing her hands in his chest clutching at his shirt. His hands coming up and holding the small of her back and the cradling her neck. She felt him growing between their bodies. Breaking for air Bekah huffs out, “How do I turn you on?” The admission was self doubt about how average looking she felt and how damn sexy he was.

“Beks, you are fucking gorgeous!” Jon kisses her again and she shakes him off. “No really. Distracting as hell when I was trying to be a captain of the team tonight. Please tell me you aren’t sitting that close tomorrow. My team needs to win this thing.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Bekah fumbles on the words before Jon’s lips were on her again.

“Yes, and I’d like to show you how gorgeous you are if you just stay.” He starts shuffling their attached bodies towards the bedroom.

“I’m not doing the walk to shame tomorrow.” She starts moving her feet with his.

“You can borrow sweats so I’m guaranteed to see you again.” With that Jon placed her body on the bed. “Now can we get rid of some of these clothes?” His finger tips run along the inside of the hem of her sweatshirt. The slight nod she gave him was enough for him to discard both of their shirts. He made his way down to his knees pulling her jeans off slowly leaving Bekah in her light blue matching bra and panties. The sight made him jump into action. “Fuck you are even more beautiful.” She bats her eyelashes at the compliment.

“You are very...very....fit.” She runs her hands down his abs and he chuckles. “Handsome. Well both. Damnit I’m bad at this. I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t and don’t be.” Jon pulls her leg up and kisses down to her knee pulling his sweats off with the other hand. Her eyes widen when she sees how stained his boxer briefs are. “See. Definitely doing something right.” He nips at the meaty part of her thigh and she flops her body on the bed. “Does that mean I can continue Beks?”

“Yes.” She places her hands over her face as Jon’s fingers pull at her panties moving them down her legs exposing her core to him. He kisses back up and lands on her clit. Bekah moans out of the relief and Jon laughs while moving his tongue to elicit more noises out of her. His fingers slide in and curl causing Bekah’s hand to fly up into his hair.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, m’kay?” He pulls up to move her legs onto his shoulders and her body further into him.

“It feels amazing. It’s just been awhile.” She admits as he continues his pumping in and out while scissoring his fingers to stretch her out.

“We’ll go as slow as you want. Promise.” He kisses her clit again and sucks causing an orgasm to rip through Bekah’s body. She moans out his name and he moves away.

“Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.” She lifts up to look down at him. Face glistening and a look of accomplishment from how quickly he was able to make her come unglued.

“So maybe not that slow.” Jon returns to licking through her folds and is stopped by Bekah’s hand tightening in his hair.

“Can you...I don’t know how to...never mind.”

“No, talk to me. Sex is better when you talk. Where to you want me?”

“Inside of me. I want you up here.” Bekah feels the heat returning to her face as she made her request. “Unless you want me to...” she eyed his briefs again as Jon stands.

“No, I definitely want to fuck you now.” He climbs onto the bed and pushes both of their bodies up the bed freeing himself of the last piece of clothing. “May I?” He pulls at the strap of her bra and Bekah arches her back to allow him to pull it off with easy. Kissing her breasts and then her lips Jon grunts. “Ready?” He leans up as she nods for him to inch into her core. Bekah’s back arches as Jon lowers himself inside. She would never admit to anyone how long it’s been since she’s had sex and it felt so good to have his weight on top of her. Bekah wraps her legs around him and Jon finds a rhythm that makes both of them moan with each thrust. Then it happened. Both reaching their highs in unison. A slew of swears mixed with praises drop out of Jon’s lips then he collapses on top of Bekah.

“Wow. How did that happen?” Bekah huffs out while her fingers run across Jon’s sweaty shoulders and across his lips.

“How did what happen?” Jon’s chest moves in and out trying to even his breathing.

“We...together...” she breathes out.

“You’ve never climaxed with someone? Together?” Jon pulls up and takes in Bekah’s blissed out yet confused look.

“I’m just gonna shut up now.” Bekah’s hand flies over her eyes.

“No. Remember, sex is better when you talk. And we aren’t done.” Jon moves her hand and flexes his abdomen sending shock waves through Bekah’s body.

“So, no.” Bekah whispers. “I’ve never orgasmed at the same time as my partner. That was amazing feeling. You are amazing.”

“You are too. Trust me. Fucking amazing.” His lips ghost her skin as he rolls off of her. “Beks, so good.”

“You are the only person who has ever called me that which is funny.” She kisses the top of his head as he rests on her chest.

“Yeah. Why is it funny?” His fingers walk down her hip.

“Because I do the same thing. Make up nicknames for people.” He laughs at her admission. “Rin for example is Brynn. I’m the only person who calls her Rin. Not even her husband calls her anything besides pet names and Brynn.” Jon feels Bekah’s body relax and he smiles.

“And do I get a nickname then?” He kisses her stomach.

“Maybe. It’s more of an organic thing. With time.”

“More time. I see. Then can you come back here tomorrow too? After the game?” He looks up at Bekah.

“Yeah I guess that would make this not a one night stand, huh?” Bekah’s lips turn up and Jon laughs loudly.

“Yeah.” He rolls her over on top of him. “Definitely not one at all.”

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artsninspo · 5 years ago

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Heartbreak 2/3

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Part I

Warnings: Smut, Dom Kink

Pairing: Erik x OC/Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Processing a break up can be hard, especially as the perfect woman to an ungrateful asshole. Healing from heartbreak Elle finds herself finding comfort in Erik’s company but he’s offering more than just kind words as a consolation. Oh, and Erik’s the ungrateful asshole ex’s cousin.

Bayyyyyyyybeeee I’m hot just like an oven, I need some lovin’

“Honestly Elle whats wrong with you? He cheated so what if you fuck his cousin? At this point I encourage it cause you’re interrupting my me time with your lonely ass” Her bestie says over face time getting an annoyed eye-roll in response. There was something about Erik that Elle couldn’t shake. The little details of decor in the house, how kind he’d been, how he’d seriously just given her such a nice place, for free and with no strings attached. He was mindfucking her, literally. He was there in almost every idle thought.

“Put yourself out of misery and just do it”

“You're giving me bad advice” Elle shout’s continuing to cook when she hear’s footsteps. “Hello?” She ask’s bracing herself until Erik rounds the corner.

“Hey sorry to bother you, I just need something” He comments looking at his phone and somewhere else. Its disappointing when he doesn’t make an effort to give her further acknowledgement disappearing down a corridor.

“Look at you all pouty like a puppy” Reese whispers making Elle rush to her earpods - “come on you deserve to be fucked and good by someone who knows how” Reese says sending Elle into full blush. Only her best friend could repurpose romantic lines from movies to get her all worked up.

“Shut up Reese, I’ll call you back”

“When you do I want full details, offer him some food - balls empty, belly full” Reese winks over the phone before Elle hangs up heading back to the pot of food and stirring. Elle continues with her culinary delights even after she hears footsteps and feels Eriks eyes canvassing her body, her hair tucked neatly into a low bun as she cooks in a short house dress.

“Hey” He knocks on the wall not startle her.

“Hey” Elle smiles turning to face him.

“Everything okay with you and the condo?”

“Yeah thanks again, it’s pretty perfect. I really appreciate it Erik” Elle responds honestly as he puts down a black box.

“There’s enough for you if you want some”

“Sure” Erik shrugs as she reaches into the cupboards.

“You bought plates” He comments.

“You know all those disposable utensils are no good for the environment” Elle comments setting the island and serving him his plate of food like she had for Aaron so many times only for him to take his plate to the couch choosing the game over her.

“My bad” Erik surrenders making her laugh as she sits.

“So engineering affords two pads and multiple cars” Elle shrugs making conversation.

“I have a few secrets; none that’ll land me back in jail” Erik jokes.

“We’ll I’d fundraise to get you the bail money” Elles words make him smile and he takes a spoonful savouring the food before devouring another spoonful in shock.

“Where the fuck you learn to cook like this?” He snaps getting a shrug in response. “You cook like this all the time?”

Elle stands opening the refrigerator and pulling out containers of food.

“All from the last week, I’m used to cooking for more than myself and forgot to adjust” she shrugs. Erik full out grins at the idea. “You’re terrible”

“I know” Erik shrugs. “He realize you’re done yet?”

“I think, he arranged couples therapy for the both of us but I’m not going. The things he said about me to other women — theres no coming back from it”

“What’d he say?” Erik asks putting his for down.

“A lot when all I ever did was try to keep him comfortable and happy”

“Classy even still” Erik comments.

“No, ill do him one better than gossip and strippers” She winks playfully.

“Don’t get me excited now”

“Why not?” Elle asks and Erik scoffs in disbelief.

“I have a job that I’m obligated to do in a few hours”

“I’ll be here when you’re done” Elle shrugs getting a blink in shock. “And I don’t want you to treat me like a princess either” she trails.

“No?” Erik asks turning to her, his eyes scan her body language, and the vicinity for liquor. He finds no indicators she’s bluffing. Sitting back in the chair he admires her full figure from her head to her toes, stopping at her brown eyes.

“No” she affirms with confidence.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“You to do whatever you want”

“Thats a lot, it’ll take more than a night and I’m not sure you can handle it princess” he smiles taking her chin and pinching her pouty bottom lip as he uses it to pull her in. His lips find hers gently as he stands down from the bar chair pressing her against the island before sitting her on the island counter.

“One last chance to be a Princess”

“If I’m never going to hear the end of it I might as well go all out, get the full experience”

Paint me like one of your French girls.

Rather, fuck me like one of your bimbo’s.

Everything was crystal clear to Erik, Elle was finally done making sure everyone else was happy before her.

His eyes darken as his smirk deepens giving her goosebumps.

“If you flinch or pull away, ill punish you for it. Alright Kitten?” He teases in her ear.

“Yes”

“Yes who?”

“Erik”

Her words were music to his ears but he knows he can’t rush it. She sits obediently looking straight ahead at him. Batting her long black lashes with every blink. Beautiful almond, deep set eyes that never missed anything waiting for the next direction and begging him to take control. He could see how much she wants it.

“Are you sure?” He asks pecking her lips before trailing down her neck persuasively.

“Yes … yes Erik” she corrects as he runs his teeth down to her collarbone, taking her soft flesh between his teeth and pulling away. Her back arches as he pulls her closer to him cupping her ass and dominating her mouth with a rough kiss that leaves her lips swollen and wanting more when he pulls away. Her heart races as he makes his way around the counter and she scoots back from the edge sitting more comfortably. He comes back with a scissors and sets it beside her. Elles heart races as she sees the shears at her side and Eriks power-drunk and lust-filled eyes in front of her. Anticipating his next move she gasps after he spreads her legs.

Giving her a warning look he steps back.

“Permission to speak?” Elle asks dizzy with the possibilities of it all.

“Sorry for that” she whispers searching her eyes.

“What I don’t understand” Erik swallows. “Is how” he speaks with his palms on her knees. His eyes looking directly into hers as he keeps her legs spread stretching her out already. “You can sit here in front of me looking like you do and have no idea of how sexy you are or your power?” Erik speaks candidly. “Guess I’ll have to show you” he swallows as she creams, nipples hardening and the goosebumps spreading all over her body. Ripe and ready to be devoured Erik’s lust.

He moves quick hand reaching to her intimate area and sliding his fingers around the fabric of her panties crotch pulling her forward as one hand supports the gesture.

Erik smiles at the shock in her eyes and arousal on his fingers tasting it.

“Let me find out Kitten’s a bad girl” he smiles licking his fingers clean.

“You want to taste how bad you need this?” Erik asks and her eyes close as a shudder ripples through her. No one had ever spoken to her like this. They’d only eyes treated her with the upmost respect and consideration. Neglecting the fact that that may not always be what she wanted.

“Open your eyes and answer correctly, don’t be rude Kitty” he grabs her neck applying pressure that only adds to the stimulation.

“Yes Erik” her voice is a gasp as the air in her lungs is limited. “Yes, I want to taste” she breathes only to be relieved of the tension for moments before his lips crash onto hers.

“Keep them like this” He growls pushing her legs open nose and putting one finger into her slowly watching her back arch. Elles eyes lower as the sensation and anticipation for more builds. “You’re trying to embarrass me huh? With how good you feel” Erik shakes his head taking her hand and letting her feel how hard he is already.

“Will you take care of that for me later”

“Yes, Erik”

“Good girl” he smiles feeling her heart race as he picks up the scissors pulling away before taking the fabric from the bottom of her dress and cutting it up the middle. Letting the cold metal drag against her skin in some places.

“Perfect” he comments surveying her again. He moves in again clipping the straps of the dress off causing the fabric to fall leaving her in her intimates. She’s so wet the fabrics dark colored surface area grows. Until he cuts her thong too. Holding her by the neck as he lays her down onto the marble counter of the island.

Elles eyes close immediately as the anticipation comes to an end. The rush of pleasure is eminent. The fore play so excellent that her sensitivity makes every touch that much more arousing. Her breathing catches as his tongue probes and slurps her juices ravenously. There’s no release as her stomach rises and falls as her breath quickens. Eriks so good at eating pussy adding his middle finger is too much.

“Baby” she moans palms flat on the cold marble as her back arches to the ceiling. “Fuuuuuuu—cuuuuh” biting her lip and trying not to squirm it takes everything not to be louder. “Mmmmmm, feeels so good” she quips seizing up in silence as she comes with a hard rush. Erik doesn’t move refusing to let up leaving his mouth on her as she feels his tongue ducking her sensually before French kissing her other set of lips again.

Yearning for his lips as his hands rub the inside of her thighs Erik smiles seeing the satisfaction in her eyes.

“Show me those titties before you kiss me” his voice is low and guttural. Elle sits up slowly arousal and her climax still rushing through her as she frees her arms of the straps first before looking at Erik through her lashes, pushing down the cups as he watches.

“Come here now” he grits grabbing her and carrying her with ease to her bedroom. His kiss is relentless, aggressive and slow.

“This how you want it?” Erik asks pulling her face from his abruptly breaking the kiss.

Eriks grin grows at her visible delirium knowing he’d only scratched the surface.

“Take my belt off and hand it to me” Erik says watching her return to reality as the wheels turn. She smells trouble but her arousal keeps her obedient. Sitting up she looks up for permission before freeing the belt from its loop.

“You know what’s next don’t you” Erik asks once his belt is placed in his hands. “I’ll take it easy cause you didn’t know any better but I want you on all fours to take this punishment. Promise you’re done fucking with lame niggas that don’t deserve you” Erik speaks. Her eyes grow wide and she gives him a look that’s impossible to ignore. Shaking her head in avoidance of her punishment.

“You can take it” he sighs positioning her in front of him. If his pants were off it would be perfect for doggy style.

“One” he speaks watching her ass jiggle from the lash and rubbing the pain away. She doesn’t flinch until the third whimpering just a little as he continues in the same spot. Four and five get small whimpers before he pulls her up back against his chest folding her tits and whispering his plans for her in her ear.

Undressing, Elles silence only makes Erik want her more. She watches him careful alert and eager. His dick springs free from his boxer briefs revealing a pleasant surprise. Her hand reaches forward striking his length with the perfect rhythm and grip.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you” he slaps her cheek with his four fingertips, eliciting a nod. We slips out of control as she continues before feeling her center is slick with anticipation all over again.

“You like it rough don’t you Kitten” he smiles slipping a finger in and causing her to recoil. “Usually if you were some bitch I was tucking I’d hit it from the back but I need to see those pretty eyes first.

Her eyes don’t disappoint as he slides in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her out as he gives her tits special attention. She melts moaning with pleasure eager to take all of him.

“I wish you were my first” she breathes in absolute bliss her fingers entangled I’m his links. Nearly ruining him before they start.

“Fuck” Erik grits coming after only a few strokes and in record time.

They share a kiss acknowledging the moment and emotion between them. The attraction, the list, the need and when it’s over Erik let’s go. Recovering quickly his strokes are relentless, pleasure oozing through and out of her as she struggles to contain herself. Moaning in affirmation of his every move. Carefully designed to make her cum, hard, fast and repeatedly.

I’m waves. It’s the perfect storm.

Side by side, panting and spent they lay completely satisfied and overcome it all. Shining in an afterglow, rugged breaths. Reaching over Erik pulls her head onto his chest rubbing her arm as his breath normalizes.

It’s completely silent for twenty minutes before Elle gets up to pee taking the time to look in the mirror and freshen up. She’d never done anything like that. No one had ever take care of her so well. Heading back into the room she stops seeing Erik has changed the sheets. A small gesture but thoughtful and kind.

“Permission to speak”

“You can say whatever you want we’re done unless you want some more”

“Adrenaline is the only reason I’m standing” she smiles looking down nervously.

“What?” His jaw clenches as he watches her be unsure of herself.

“Can you stay the night?”

Erik nods in response making her smile. “Lie down, I’ll be back” he says heading to the bathroom himself to cancel his plans indefinitely before getting in the bed and holding her until they both fall asleep.

———-

The sound of sports and the smell of breakfast wake Elle from her sleep. Her body aches but the pain is a reminder of her night and gives her some satisfaction. Heading to the bathroom there’s a newness to her reflection. Feeling happy for the first time in weeks she pads to the kitchen finding Erik at the stove and an incredible spread I’m front of him.

“Morning” she speaks only to get eye daggers thrown at her.

“You should be in bed”

“Erik you made all this?” Elle looks surprised.

“You need to eat and relax” he comments making her smile.

“Thank you” she giggles her sunny personality dawning again for the first time in a long time. “For this and for last night”

“Just don’t tell anyone I bust in three minutes round one inside you” Erik warns.

“Pinky swear” she winks in agreement and he lowers kissing the spot on her neck that always makes her melt.

“Alright I gotta go, take it easy today, remember, call me”. He smiles getting his box he came for and leaving.

Aaron who?

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Authors Note:

Hope you enjoyed! I decided to make it a 2 part short instead of a 2 part. Hope you enjoy. How do we feel? And how sick is Aaron going to be if/when he finds out Erik had his ex in ways he never did?

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thecurseoflife · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 16 - Once upon a time, there was Saporia

On their way back to prison, Camalia was ecstatic. She kept jumping everywhere, spinning, dancing, sometime just stopping in her track to enjoy the moment.

Her mind was free from that dark pressure it had been under all those years. She felt finally completely in control, liberated from that thing that had restrained her for so long. She could run, jump, feel the wind in her hair, the grass uner her feet, everything was... brighter. Like an invisible curtain had been lifted.

Behind her, walking at a much more reasonable speed, Varian and Captain were distractly watching her, deep in thoughts. They both realized something during that terrifying episode.

For Captain, it was to fully understand how wrong he had been, and how dismissive of the girl's pain. He felt a big shard of guilt in his heart. He hated how close to death she- they had to be for him to embrace the danger the snakes, her curse, actually was. Cap' was conflicted, and all of his beliefs were shook to the core. He didn't like that.

For Varian, if it was close to Cap's realization, it wasn't the same. He wrapped his mind around what Camalia had been trying to tell him all this time. That she wasn't completely in control of her choices, of anything she had ever done. But he couldn't help but to feel hurt. No matter the girl's excuses, or what happened, or how hurt she was, he had been hurt too. And he shouldn't... No, he couldn't close his eyes on his own pain in order to help her feel better. He had to listen to himself, take care, take more care than he used to. So, he wasn't going to be this... agressive, violent person he had been impersonating for a year, whenever he felt hurt. But it didn't mean he had to forgive her, close his eyes on his own wounds.

And he was damn right, people. You see all the aspects of Camalia, and you know that she doesn't mean anything bad, but she still hurt people in the process. If someone, as nice and good as they might be, hurt you, don't close your eyes. Don't brush it off like something minor. Take care of yourself, 'cuz no one is going to do it for you. You don't have to hurt the person back, actually please don't hurt the person back, but . I know you guys are probably internally being aggressive toward Varian whenever he prioritized himself over Camalia, and told her to stop. I want to set this right and explain once and for all this is no one's fault. It's not Camalia's, and it's not Varian's. But this far, their relationship has been mainly portrayed as toxic, even if there was a few nice moments between them. It's just people, in the wrong situation, at the wrong time. They need time to actually build up a healthy, good friendship, and at their current state, it couldn't be rushed, it couldn't be suddenly besties. Of course they immediatly held to each other, like their lives depended on it, but it doesn't mean it was good.

Life doesn't have bad and good people. Nothing is white and nothing is black. Everything is grey. Sometime lighter, sometime darker, but always grey.

Camalia stopped in her track and yelped. Varian and Cap' immediatly snapped their neck back up, a drop of sweat running down their spines. They looked around, throat tight, expecting to see a giant snake emerge from the bushes and attack them. But the girl, unaware of their fear, ran straight forward, to the horse that fled the scene earlier.

Scared of that hyperactive human rushing at him, the horse back down a little. But the mage slowed down before reaching him and pulled out her guitare, hastily playing the melody of heal, effectively calming down the horse and easing his pain coming from all the tiny wounds he had all over.

Once they got the horse back up and running (literally), it was much easier and faster to go back to the kingdom... and to jail.

Of course, after what he saw, and maybe also to ease his guilt a bit, Captain decided to put them into a cell together, refusing to leave either of them alone.

-Look, he explained to Varian when he started complaining, I'm a grown man, a captain of the royal guards, I have fought and seen many things, but those things ? They terrified me, and for the first time in my life, I realized I had no chance in a battle against them. I only saw them twice, and they're going to haunt my nightmares. Now, imagine you, an already broken, misguided kid, and her, that had to endure this for 10 years, alone in cells at night, the shadows waving, making you believe the curse and the snakes are back. What now, hm ?

Varian closed his mouth and didn't open it again.

And here they were, the mage, the alchemist, and the elephant in the room.

Varian wanted to talk about the Saporians, and the plan, but he feared he would be left alone. Even if he didn't forgive her, he still wished for her support. Camalia wanted to talk about her behavior and the brutal way she handled the situation back in Old Corona, but she feared that it would only make him upset.

So they sat awkwardly on their respectives couches, sparing a quick glance at the other from time to time. Varian felt incredibly alone, and the disapperance of Ruddiger left an empty, dark and cold spot next to him and in his heart. The girl catched the sad look on her friend's (yes, for her they were friends whatever he said) face.

-I'm sure he's okay.

The alchemist sighed and hugged his legs.

-How can you be ?

-Well, I know for a fact that Witheria wouldn't kill anyone or anything out of rage. So he's safe from her. I also know that despite Decaiera's tendencies to torture and slowly murder her victims, she has a soft spot for everything that isn't human. Even if they were angry, I'm sure Ruddiger is fine.

Varian didn't answer, but held on her word with all the despair he felt in his heart and soul. He hesitated, shifted a bit, bit his lips, shifted again, turned to Camalia and put his legs down, hesitated, opened his mouth...

A loud noise under the cell made them both jump. They looked into the well, a bit nervous, but overall curious.

-Once you kids are done whining on that rodent, maybe we could start making the plan.

Varian's eyes widened, while Camalia huffed in shock and annoyance. She didn't know who that man was, but she already knew she didn't like him. But her friend didn't seem bothered by this thug rude manners. He bowed more, trying to decipher the darkness of the cell under them.

-Andrew ?

-Hello, jailmate. How have you been with the cursed girl ?

Varian stood up, blinked once, then twice, and a huge grin spread across his face.

-Heh ! This is great ! It will be so much easier to work on the plan like this ! Right, Camal-

His smile abruptly disappeared as he remembered the cause of their argument back in Old Corona. She wouldn't help him. She didn't agree. She was an obstacle, an ennemy. Unaware of the thoughts crossing the alchemist's brain, Camalia sighed and got up as well.

-Look, Varian. I know the way I acted back in your house was... very violent and... not... What I mean is I shouldn't have done what I did, and I'm really, really sorry about what happened. However... I don't really have any good reason to not help you anymore. I mean, the curse is gone, I don't really WANT to stay in jail for the rest of my life. Plus, you're my friend, and I think... I think friends should support eachother, so I want to help !

She looked more confident than she felt. She was inconfortable with Varian's plan, and didn't really want to participate in that, but maybe it was for the better... He did have more experience of the outside world than her, he knew what he was doing. Right ?

The boy felt guilty. Not to make the girl his accomplice, but to have made the assumption that she was an ennemy, and making a... plan to sort that out. She already helped him so many time, even if she did screw things up, but he was sure that even if she decided to not aid him, she wouldn't have confessed everything to Cap. He just knew that.

Varian hesitated, then looked down the well. He needed a second opinion.

-What do you think, Andrew ?

-I think that we already have a mage.

Camalia squatted down, and when she spoke her voice was cold and harsh.

-I am not just a mage. I am a music mage. Your people slaughtered mine because you were scared of our power. I am not some wand wielding, trick making maniac. I make actual magic, don't compare our art with your pathetic replica.

The alchemist looked at his accomplice in disbelief, surprised that the sweet Camalia would speak like that, then brushed it off. An offended scoff was heard beneath them, then the cells felt silent for a minute. Andrew's voice finally rose.

-It's your friend, kid. If she joins us, you will be responsible of her.

Varian winced. The music mage was way too impredictable to assume responsability for her. For all he knows, maybe tomorrow she would have burned the kingdom to the ground. Who knows ?! Not him. Maybe he had to consider not-

-I can be responsible for myself. I don't need a babysitter, I just got rid of two. You want me in, or out. No inbetween. And why do you want the downfall of Corona so bad ?! I've read nothing about it.

When words rose again, it wasn't Andrew's voice. It was sharp, broken-like, but definitely a woman voice. Camalia concluded there were at least two people under them, probably more.

-Once upon a time, there was Saporia. It was a thriving kingdom, strong and happy. We had our own culture, our own food, legends and magic. We had a festival, each year, that took place in the middle of winter, and it seemed to have been really important to us. But we, the separatists of Saporia, the descendants of those people, we can't remember why. We can't remember what happened at that festival, what people did there, why it was OUR festival.

-Why ?

Another voice took over. It was deeper, a male voice, probably strong judging by the tone. It was different, yet it ringed in the same soft, sad, low pitch.

-One night, in the middle of summer, Corona attacked. That wasn't really important in itself. Saporia was used to attacks of their sworn ennemy. We prepared ourselves for battle, again. None of the proud Saporians would admit it, but they were tired of that war. Tired of fighting, of being half-awake every hour of the night and day. We wished for peace, but were scared of how it would come.

Silence fell again in the prison. Through the tiny windows, the sun was going down, making the shadows longer and the lights warmer. The animosity that was piercing in Camalia's heart was gone, and both her and Varian had sat down around the well, religiously listenning. The music mage heart was drumming in her chest, and she could feel the tightness of her throat. Their story felt familiar. It hit home.

Like they were hesitating, the minute of silence became two, then three. When the story continued it was a woman, pretty young, that told it.

-That night, our queen told the soldiers to stand down. At first, no one understood why. Then, we realized we weren't getting attacked. The coronan army was there to escort someone to us. The king. That night, the war ended, and everyone was happy. Absolutely everyone. We were all thrilled, coronans like saporians ! There was a huge party in Saporia that night, were kingdoms and borders didn't matter. The problem is, they never did anymore.

Another voice took over, with quite a strange pitch, much higher than expected, but definitely male. Still holding that sad tone with every word.

-Not long after that, our queen and your king got married. It was a time of celebration and happiness. We didn't understand at first why it was not right to have taken the borders down. We were simply relieved to be at peace. Then, it started. It was small at first. We took in Corona's festivals and parties, then we moved closer to them, leaving behind our ancestral temples, then we stopped making our food, and made Corona's. At that point, people were noticing how our culture was being wipped out. We spoke out to our queen, that tried to convince the king to make the coronans interested in Saporia's culture. But we don't know how, he convinced HER that Saporia's culture didn't matter.

-And from then, Andrew continued, they destroyed everything, completely eating us without any trace of what we had been left behind. They took our books but never showed them on shelves, broke our temples pretexting to need stones for the new houses, destroyed everything we were, and no one said anything. When most of the saporians realized what was going on, it was too late. They gave up fighting, and today, saporian's descendants have forgotten who they are. But we haven't. Facing that cultural genocide, some of us rose and tried to fight back, but we were painted as the villains, the ones that were against love and union. But we wanted peace and union. Mutual respect, the merging of our cultures, not the downfall of one for the benefit of the other.

Destruction of a culture. Of what it was. Erasure of their past. To nothing but a line in a forgotten history book. Yes, their story ringed home, because it was. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Corona was built on lies, pain and suffering. She still didn't agree with their plan but... Maybe she could make a difference. She would try.

-So, music mage, are you in or out ?

A grumble answered, in the same cell as Andrew's.

-I say we left her out... She insulted my magic.

Camalia flinched but knew it was fair. Unlike what their people had been through.

-I'm in.

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thirsttrapholland · 5 years ago

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Can you imagine starring in a new movie and Harrison is your costar and love interest. You’re also dating Haz’s best friend Tom who wants to show his support to you two on set but the very day he chooses to visit is the very same day you and Haz are filming a love scene! And of course Tom gets jealous and feels the need to remind you that you’re his 😏

Method Acting

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader with special guest appearance by Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: Light smut

Words: 1846

A/N: I know jack all about what takes place on movie sets or all the different terminology or equipment involved so forgive me if I got something wrong. Also I may have downplayed the jealousy angle just a bit. As always I apologize if the formatting looks weird on mobile. Mobile hates me (and sucks)

You looked deeply into Harrison’s eyes; mesmerized by his cool crystalline stare. You tried not to flinch as he put his arms around you, drawing you into a tight embrace.

Without uttering a word, he put two fingers under chin, tilting your face up and bringing his mouth down to yours. He walked you backwards until he had you pressed up against the wall. Your hands tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened. His hands slid down your body, over the curve of your hips before settling on your ass; firmly gripping your soft flesh.

You counted the seconds in your head as the kissing and touching seemed to go on forever until—

“Cut.” The director called out, finally bringing the scene to an end. You and Harrison slowly stepped away from each other, barely able to look each other in the eye.

You felt like your performance had been stiff and unnatural, a feeling that was soon confirmed when the director approached the two of you to talk.

“Listen, you two have been doing great work so far but you have got to work on your chemistry. The audience needs to feel like they’re watching two people falling in love and overcome with desire for each other and that is not what I just saw. Think about somebody else if you have to. We’re gonna reshoot this scene after lunch and I need to see some passion, okay? Try to loosen up a little bit.” That last sentence had been pointedly aimed in your direction.

You and Harrison both nodded, murmuring assurances to the director that you would do better on the reshoot as he walked away.

Even though the comments had been directed at the both of you, you knew you were the root of the problem. Harrison had been game to film the scene but once you froze up, it threw him off as well. The two of you had to play off of each other for the scene to work and you knew you hadn’t done your part. Harrison, always the sweetheart, was gracious enough not to call you out.

“Well, that was awkward.” Harrison said, giving voice to what you were feeling. The pinkish flush creeping up his neck let you know that he was just as embarrassed as you were.

“Yeah, kind of.” Awkward was the understatement of the millennium. “I’ll see you after lunch.”

You turned from him and started walking swiftly towards your trailer. You needed time to shed your character and decompress. If you didn’t find a way to loosen up, you knew your performance was going to continue going downhill.

When you had first found out that Harrison had been offered a role in the movie you had already been cast in, it had seemed like a happy coincidence. Being able to have your first big screen experience with your boyfriend’s best friend who was also a good friend of yours had seemed like a dream come true. Tom had been unbelievably proud of both of you when he heard the news.

However, rewrites that took place shortly before shooting had begun, changed the nature of the relationship between your character and Harrison’s dramatically. The producers insisted that the movie needed to have a romantic subplot between your characters.

You were no longer just two people begrudgingly thrown together to solve a mystery; you were two people begrudgingly thrown together to solve a mystery that were suddenly going to fall in love along the way. This meant multiple kissing scenes and an intense sex scene. Something that neither you, Harrison and certainly not Tom, had been expecting.

Your dream come true had turned into a nightmare like something borne out of a twisted fanfiction, almost overnight.

You were all actors of course. You knew that having to kiss people and even pretend to have sex with people was sometimes just part of the job.

You knew how to remain professional, but all the professionalism in the world didn’t make it any less mortifying to have your boyfriend’s bestie on top of you pretending to hump you like his life depended on it.

As much as Tom had wanted to come on set to support both you and Harrison, you had all agreed that it might not be the best idea for him to come right away. The director, who had not been too happy about having the romance plot shoved into the movie at the last minute, had decided to film those scenes first and get them out of the way.

This was your first big break as an actress and having Tom there watching you and Harrison paw at each other, would have just been too much.

Which is why you were so caught off guard when you opened the door to your trailer and found Tom sitting on the loveseat inside, passing the stress ball you always kept with you from one hand to the other.

You lingered in the doorway for a second trying to process the fact that he was actually there.

Tom looked up at you, an emotion you couldn’t quite place emanating from his usually warm brown eyes. He put the stress ball down on the coffee table and spoke quietly. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You were still standing in the doorway almost like you were frozen to the spot. You didn’t know why but seeing Tom so soon after your kissing scene with Haz was making you feel guilty; like you had been caught out doing something you shouldn’t have.

“You don’t look very happy to see me.”

Tom’s words and oddly subdued tone broke the spell that had been hanging over you. You closed the trailer door behind you and went to sit beside him.

“Why would you say something like that? Of course, I’m happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.” You threw your arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m just surprised because we had discussed you not coming to set until later on during the shoot.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I was just so happy for you and I wanted to come show my support. Maybe take you and Haz out for lunch. Still, I could have at least texted to let you know that I was coming.”

“Have you been here long?” You said a silent prayer in your head, hoping that Tom had only just arrived. Those hopes were soon dashed.

“I’ve been here for about half an hour.” Just long enough to have seen you and Haz all over each other.

“The director let me stand behind the monitors. I didn’t want you two to see me and get nervous or distracted. I came back to your trailer when the director pulled you and Harrison aside to talk.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in between the two of you. Both of you obviously had a lot on your mind but neither of you knew the best way to express your thoughts.

After a few moments, Tom stood up from the loveseat. “This doesn’t seem like a good time for me to be here. Maybe I should go.”

“I don’t want you to go.” You grasped his hand to stop him from heading towards the door. Talk to me, Tom.”

He reluctantly sat back down beside you. “I feel really stupid and kind of petty for even thinking what I’m thinking. I don’t want to make things worse by saying it out loud.”

You put your hand on Tom’s jaw, urging him to turn and face you. “Well keeping it to yourself isn’t going to help anything. Might as well just get it out in the open.”

“I know that I should know better. I know that it’s just acting. I know that you and Harrison would never actually do anything but seeing you two together, touching each other like that, I guess it affected me in a way that I didn’t think it would.” Tom sighed, trying to look anywhere but in your eyes as a sheepish look settled across his features. “It just looked so real and I felt a little jealous. You have my full permission to tell me what an idiot I’m being.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation to you, our performance didn’t seem real at all to the director. That’s what he had pulled us aside to talk about.”

“Of course, that’s no consolation to me. I love you. You’re an amazing actress and this is a big opportunity for you. I want you to do well.”

Tom sat up straighter and looked you in the eyes for the first time since you’d come into the trailer; the abashed look on his face immediately replaced with one of pure concern. “Forget everything I just said and tell me what the director said to you. Maybe I can help you.”

“Basically, he said that my performance was stiff, lacking in passion and I needed to loosen up. I don’t know how you could help me with that.”

“Really? You don’t know any way that I could possibly help you loosen up?” A sly grin spread across Tom’s face as his eyes lit up with an emotion that you could read all too well and were very familiar with: pure lust. “Think about it for a second.”

It didn’t take long at all for you to catch on. You started to lean back on the loveseat, grasping Tom’s shoulders and pulling him down on top of you. Your mouths met in a crashing of teeth and tongue as you hungrily bit and licked at each other. Now this was a real kiss, overflowing with all the passion and ardor missing from your onscreen lip lock with Harrison.

Tom rucked your dress up around your hips as he settled his body down between your legs. He pushed your underwear to the side and slid one long, tapered finger down your center; in awe as always of how easily you got wet for him. You watched with lust blown eyes as he brought that same finger up to his mouth, licking and sucking away your arousal; he added another finger, getting them both good and wet before returning them to your now aching core rubbing slowly but intently around your clit.

You were already pulling down Tom’s sweats before he paused to ask, “Is the door locked?”

“I’ve been alone in enough trailers with you to know to lock the door on instinct,” you said as your hands found the hem of his t-shirt and started pulling it up over his head.

“That’s my girl.”

By the time your lunch break was over, any jealous feelings had been completely banished from Tom’s mind and you were considerably “looser”.

And if Tom had to stop by set occasionally, to help you stay loosened up, that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make.

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wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i · 3 years ago

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🐖 A tiktok that really resonated with me this week and why 🐖

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So, since I've been sharing a lot of traumatic memories lately, I'm posting a few funny memories. The first has to do with this TikTok.

I'm not a teacher, but I've been a nanny for like three and a half years and worked with kids from all walks of life of varying neurodivergence. And none of the kids I've ever cared for have been my nemesis. I really don't believe in difficult or bad kids. But WHEN I TELL YOU IVE HAD KIDS WHO TRIED TF OUT OF MY PATIENCE 😂😂😂

One time, it was like 9 am and I had been babysitting an 8 year old girl, P, and a 9 year old boy, G, since 7 am. There were still like six hours left to go. P was working on crafts (she was a big craft girly and at 11, she still is lmao), and G was playing video games.

G was on the spectrum, and honestly one of the most hilarious kids I've ever worked with. He also made me start wondering if IM on the spectrum, to be entirely honest. I really loved this kid despite how often he tried my patience 😂 it was hard to get mad at him because his actions were always just so freaking funny.

Anyways, I hated him sitting by himself playing video games all day. So I'd try to play the games with him (this is how I learned to play call of duty and Fortnite as well as Minecraft---I only do Minecraft well. The other two, I honestly think he just liked playing with me because I was so comically terrible at the entire premise of either game). At one point, I got up after an hour of being positioned in various places by him, only to be shot immediately afterward in Call of Duty to go check on P.

She's still crafting. G gets up too and he's like what craft do we have today. He hates crafting and no amount of adjusting it to his interests would make him like it. So I was pretty surprised he asked. I told him and he sat down to work on it.

NOT TWO SECONDS IN, he goes "what if I poured this entire glass of water on this like what would happen" 😭😭😭😭😭 I was like please don't

And he goes gah okay

And then he stands up and truly by accident spills it and he's like, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" And I facepalm and his sister is like Oh, come on! She said not to pour it!

So, logically I'm like, "G, here's a towel to wipe it up." And so instead of wiping the table down, he just goes, "Okay but what if I poured this out too like this one already spilled" and before I can even think to respond, he pours a glass of paint water onto the table.

And I can't even get mad because in the same instant that he pours it, I can see the thought process very quickly finally add up on his face as he connects the very clearly bad idea he engaged in and the consequences of said action, and he starts screaming, "WHY DID I DO THAT WHAT DID I THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN" And so he's like screaming and trying to scoot the water back into the cup with his hands but instead of it going into the cup, he just spreads it around 😂😂😂 and like half of it drenched the floor, while the towel literally sitting there, dry and waiting.

And honestly, all I could do was watch. I was just in tears from laughing so hard. I was like G don't worry about it. You're not in trouble just....that's what happens when you pour a cup of water onto a table. Please don't do it again. And I will say this: he never did that again.

But he also had a talent for just doing the most insane walking shitpost antics I've ever seen.

My personal favorite was when he said, "What would happen if I ran my head into the door" and I was like bestie for the love of god

And he just goes at it 😭😂😂😂 like full force and knocks himself off his feet. And im like Jesus! Are you okay?

And he's like yeah!! And DOES IT AGAIN.

I told his mom about it on the way back to my house and she was like, "This is going to sound really really sad, but I remember wondering the exact same thing at his age and doing it the exact same way" 😂😂😂

My first day babysitting them, G threw a fucking ROACH on me and he was like "THINK FAST" and I just flicked it off my arm and I was like "Is that supposed to scare me? Come on. You can do better than that."

I earned his respect that day 😂😂 I'm the queen of delayed reactions with everything from trauma to happy news to having bugs thrown at me. So I just reacted first and gagged later when he walked back inside, stewing over this reaction (apparently no other babysitter reacted like that LMAO).

Anyway, so yeah, that TikTok brought back memories 😂😂

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hari-writes · 7 years ago

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ML Valentine’s Exchange

Happy Valentine’s Day @miracles-happen <3 Here’s a little DJWifi fluff from me to you for the @ml-valentines gift exchange.

The Date

Nino’s customary calm had dissolved.

“It’s got to be perfect, bro. It’s our first Valentine’s Day together and I need to make it a good one.” He fretted.

“I’m sure she’ll love whatever you have planned,” Adrien reassured him.

“That’s just it.” He grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “I haven’t planned anything. I couldn’t come up with anything special enough.”

“Alya’s going to kill you,” Adrien said.

Valentine’s Day had sort of sneaked up on him and he wasn’t prepared, He had an awesome playlist of romantic songs ready to go, but no date to play it on. He’d checked with Alya the day before and she admitted that she was expecting him to sort out their evening. Now, he’d thrown himself on the mercy of his most sentimental friend, who in turn wanted to involve the second most romantic person he knew.

“Erm, Marinette? Can I talk to you for a moment?” Adrien asked, trying not to look at her best friend’s excited grin.

“Sure, I’m all yours. I mean, you’re sure mine… I… yes.” Marinette stuttered.

Before she could look back to where Alya stood watching, Adrien took Marinette’s hand and dragged her across the school courtyard and out of sight.

“We need your help.” Adrien nodded his head to where an awkward looking Nino stood. “Nino hasn’t planned anything for Valentine’s Day.”

Her jaw dropped. “Bu...but it’s today.” She said.

“Yeah, that’s why I need your help, Mari.” Nino shrugged.

“So, can you think of a romantic date night?” Adrien asked, fingers tapping his chin as he pondered.

“Actually, I think you’re asking the wrong person.” Marinette squeaked. “For romance, you really need Cat Noir.” Two stunned faces met hers.

“You think he’s romantic?” Adrien asked, eyes glowing.

“How do you know?!” Nino demanded.

“After we went for ice cream and, uh, I was upset.” Marinette looked at Adrien before her eyes darted to Nino’s. He gave her a knowing look to acknowledge events that Adrien wasn’t privy to. “Cat Noir and I ended up hanging out and he took me to when he’d arranged a romantic evening for him and… La… a... friend. It was beautiful.” Adrien almost whispered. “What did you like most?”

“Well, we were on a roof terrace, surrounded by candles. There were rose petals cushions, and Cat Noir and…” Marinette’s cheeks turned pink at the memory. “...i-it was all amazing.”

Nino watched his two friends stare at each other, both blushing at Marinette’s memory. He understood what she was bashful about, but why did Adrien seem sheepish?

“Ok, let’s do something like that.” Nino decided. He clapped his hands together, jolting his flushed friends out of their reveries. “Actually, can you help? I don’t know where to begin.”

“Leave it to us, Nino,” Adrien said and put his arm around Marinette’s shoulder. She squeaked.

Nino couldn’t wipe the smug look off his face as he entered the classroom and took his seat. He turned to his girlfriend and winked.

“If I’ve played my cards right, you should expect more than one Valentine’s surprise today.” He grinned and turned to face the front, leaving Alya to puzzle over his cryptic comment.

When Marinette and Adrien walked into the room chatting intently, and completely unaware that they were five minutes late for class, Alya poked Nino in the back and hissed, “What did you do?!”

Nino didn’t look round, he just smirked to himself.

At lunchtime, Adrien turned to Marinette before the bell was finished ringing.

“Shall we?” he said and the pair left together.

“Nino Lahiffe. What. Did. You. Do?” Every word was punctuated with a slap to his arm.

“Ouch. Keep hitting me and I won’t tell you how I managed to get Marinette and Adrien to plan and organise our Valentine’s date tonight and probably fall for each other while they’re doing it. I’m giving you the most romantic night our two doe-eyed friends can think of, plus the possibility of double dating with our besties in the weeks following.” Nino boasted.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, bigshot.” Alya wrapped her arms around his waist. “So, I guess you’re not busy right now?”

“I’m all yours.” he grinned and kissed his girlfriend, still congratulating himself on his cunning. Alya’s shrewdness must be rubbing off on him.

After lunch, Nino was feeling pretty good about himself. He’d spent the hour with his gorgeous girlfriend, eating her Cordon Bleu chef mother’s cooking and gloating about how brilliant his plan to get Adrien and Marinette together was. He should have known it was all too good to be true.

Nino and Alya found their friends already seated at their desks when they returned from lunch. Both were red-faced and shifting awkwardly, both were determinedly avoiding eye contact. Nino didn’t have time to find out why before Miss Bustier called the class to order.

Throughout the afternoon, he and Alya tried to talk to their friends, but they were evasive. Their answers to Miss Bustier’s questions on Romeo and Juliet told a different story.

“Maybe Romeo should have minded his own business, instead of eavesdropping on Juliet on the balcony. If he wasn’t so nosy in the first place, it wouldn’t have ended so badly.” Marinette suggested.

“I think secrets were the root of Romeo and Juliet’s problems. If they’d been honest with their families from the start they would have had a happy ending.” Adrien countered, shooting Marinette a frosty look.

“Really? And if Romeo didn’t rush into situations without getting the whole story, they’d both be ok.” Marinette argued. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest and her eyes bored into the back of Adrien’s head.

All the while, Nino cringed and avoided Alya’s gaze. What could possibly have got the pair so passive-aggressively angry at each other?

At the final bell, Adrien and Marinette bolted for the door and disappeared before either friend could stop them.

“At least they left together?” Nino offered.

“Did you break our friends, Nino?! Why were they so mad?” Alya asked.

“And, most importantly, what does this mean for our date tonight?” He said, then ducked as his girlfriend threw a book at him.

In spite of whatever was going on with Adrien and Marinette, they came through with the date. “Come to the bakery at 5pm.” The instruction was texted to his phone.

Marinette lead Alya up to her terrace where they had somehow arranged for Cat Noir to take her to his secret rooftop. Much to Alya’s glee (and slight jealousy) Cat Noir had roped in Ladybug to meet Nino outside who transported him via yo-yo to greet his date.

Candles flickered in jars lining the railings and rose petals were strewn across the surface of the roof. Cushions lined the low walls and a picnic blanket was spread out with baguettes, cheese and macarons atop it. Speakers were set up ready for Nino to plug in his Valentine’s playlist. It was perfect.

Cat Noir and Ladybug wished the pair a happy Valentine’s Day and assured them they’d be back later to help the couple get home. Nino and Alya waved off the superheroes before settling on the blanket to enjoy their date.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t get Adrien and Marinette together, but this is amazing, thank you, Nino.” Alya said.

On a rooftop out of sight, Ladybug and Cat Noir dropped their transformations and embraced.

“Do we tell Nino he’s responsible for this, or?” Marinette asked.

“Absolutely not. It’s bad enough he fooled us into organising their date night, let’s not give him the satisfaction of knowing that we accidentally revealed our secret identities in the process.” Adrien grinned and kissed his lady.

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deargoditsgrace · 4 years ago

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2020 in review

Today is January 1st, 2021. Who knew we’d finally be here, huh?

2020 was a year that will go down in history books as many would or have already said. 2020 was supposed to be the year I turned 24 and had the best one yet and I don’t think I was disappointed.

The year started strong with many expectations and things to achieve. I was able to go to Switzerland with Andrew as our first international trip together. Looking back, it was such a testing but knowing sign that our relationship was everything I thought it was. It proved our thoughtfulness for one another, our organic chemistry in both how we like to vacation, but also how to compromise with one’s likes. Even though we don’t like the same exact things, and many times realize that are likes are complete opposites that we can still enjoy the process or experience. We hiked mountains, ate well, tried new things, saw some beautiful sights, and travelled cross country.

We came back to a shut down world. We had been hearing snippets about a virus that had first been discovered in China and had spread like wildfire in Italy and the first cases were being found in the states and several other countries. At first, we weren’t too worried about it but then scientists and professionals were urging countries to shutter international travel and lockdown began. I think it was mid March when we were forced to stay home. Schools were closed, restaurants/bars were restricted to take out, almost every single aspect of what makes life interesting stopped.

Anna and Addie started working from home. All of the home office supplies were sold out. Don’t even get started on cleaning products and household staples. There was a mass rush to get to supermarkets to get essentials. There was no toilet paper, clorox wipes, facial tissues, anywhere to be found. There was no hand sanitizer to be found and people started making their own concoctions of it, including Andrew.

March, April and half of May came and went. And it was hard at first, but also so much fun. Anna, Addie and I have not spent this amount of time together since our early days of college. We cooked with what we had and started creating some really elaborate meals together. We talked, like really talked for the first time in a while. We were anxious, calm, joyful all together. We started on home improvement projects like hanging shelves. We moved around our furniture and finally got a couch! We went down to the Outer banks and spent a weekend with strangers? Andrew and I started taking weekly selfies to document the various things we did together.

Around my birthday was when things started opening back up. We went up to the Jersey shore and had a weekend there. A few weeks later, we went to Addie’s beach house in Delaware and spent a few days with her family. We adjusted to a new normal - we bought a plethora of masks. I started going to the gym with Andrew and started running consistently for the first time in a long time. Some may call me a runner now, I think.

Andrew went camping with my family for the first time ever. It was interesting, but it felt like he was getting more comfortable with my family. Oh! I started playing golf around this time. It started with Andrew taking me to the range and me playing around his many clubs, ultimately deciding that I like the driver best. I first practiced with his clubs until I finally got my own. Then i got addicted and really took the hobby and made it my own.

In August, we went to Portland Maine with my besties: Esther and Esther and their boyfriends. It was an experience, let me tell you. Who knew it’d be so hard to want to be friends with other peoples’ significant others. It was a success? I think... I want to do it again, but we’ll see how it goes...

When I reflect on the year, a lot of good things happened. I was able to appreciate the people around me and invest the time we always think is so limited in making those relationships flourish. Some parts were really hard. Thinking about the loss of what this year meant to people makes me realize how lucky, blessed and fortunate I am. I’m in a very healthy relationship, I love and appreciate my parents and who they are, I am so grateful for the close relationships I have in every area and forte of my life. I have a job where I feel valued.

Things I’m disappointed with this year is my lack of vertical growth? I feel like the people around me are figuring out themselves and what career they want, and I’m kind of stuck where I am. It’s definitely a comparison issue and not proven by fact. I don’t know why I’m so upset with the year ending so abruptly. Everyone seems like they are so excited for 2021 because 2020 was such a shit year but I look back with sadness? Feeling of loss of what was supposed to be?

I think creating a list of what I want to accomplish in 2021 will help me see more progress.

Let me go do that :)

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loyallogic · 5 years ago

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Do this to get more work from clients right now

This article is written by Ramanuj Mukherjee and Suman Chatterjee Team LawSikho.

Even after we wrote an entire encyclopedia of how to do business development during COVID (Part 1 & Part 2), some people are still saying it is too hard and they can’t do it, and that they are not getting any clients.

I understand that some of the strategies listed above might take some time to come to fruition.

What if you are in a hurry? What if you are looking for an easier way out?

No worries.

That’s why I am writing this email today.

I am going to tell you 3 simple things you can do today and get work immediately. Read on.

“I miss you”

Have you connected with your childhood buddies, your school or college mates recently? If not, this is the right time to do it.

They love you. They know you. They trust you.

Maybe you are not in touch for a very long time. No harm. Get in touch now. They have more free time during lockdown to speak.

It is likely that they also need someone to prepare their tax statements, create their partnership deeds or write their wills.

You can be the one helping them out in need. A camaraderie already exists with old friends. All you have to do is reach out to them and let them know that you are a “lawyer”. Tell them some exciting stories of the matters you do. Add them to Linkedin, Facebook and Twitter and then begin posting more about the kind of legal work you do.

They will notice.

They will refer. They will call you for advice.

Their childhood friend has finally donned the black coat and the band and wields the power to scream and shout in front of the judge (just kidding!). Why will they not take advantage of the same?

You can always charge them a preferential price.

Doubtful whether you can charge fees from your friends? Trust me, they know that you charge fees for your services. If they value their own profession, they would value yours too. There would be potential freeloaders. Help them out in small matters, but do not take up substantial responsibility without payment.

Btw, doing some free work for friends helps to spread your name.

My tax returns are filed by one of my college besties who specialized in that niche. I don’t expect him to render his services for free at all. I always pay him his due.

Your friends will too.

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From Sheena Bohra murder case to Gurmeet Ram Rahim case…

Adv. Tanveer Ahmed Mir has had a glorious career as a criminal litigation lawyer for over 21 years. How about knowing the ins and outs of a murder trial from such an illustrated lawyer? Don’t miss out on this for anything. Click the Play button to watch the video now.

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“I trust you”

Are you a member of Iskcon or a part of the Chinmaya Mission or maybe a certain church? Or perhaps, any other religious group that I do not know of? Have you got a few friends and acquaintances through that network?

Or, let’s say, you take an active part in your local political party.

You visit the weekend meetings, attend processions or hoist flags on the Independence Day.

What about your party comrades? I am sure you have got a huge network through your political affiliation if you have any.

Can that bring forth reliable and paying clients to you? Definitely. If you play your cards right.

But please understand that the approach is a little different in this case. These are not business clubs where people flock with a preset intent to gain “business”. These are like physical social media networks where the primary agenda is to discuss and further the original cause. The members are not there to discuss business, mind it.

The approach should be to just let them know that you are a lawyer and be ready to help them with their problems. Educate them, help them with pertinent information and advice.

You just cannot afford to come away as a money-seeking lawyer. You are a comrade first and a business owner second. If you take this approach to social, political and religious communities, you can get a lot of business from such networks!

If you belong to any such close-knit community or group, the members know you, trust you and feel safe to work with you on important matters. And guess what, they live a worldly life that involves a lot of legal formalities and complications.

They would seek the help of the lawyer they trust when they need help.

“I serve you”

Last but not least are those that sell their products and services to you. You are a consumer to them but the question is, why are they not a consumer to you?

For example, the physician who looks after the well-being of your whole family, the accountant who does your taxes, both personal and corporate, the financial advisor who helps you with your money matters, etc.

You know, all these people need a lawyer in their lives, from time to time, right? So, are you their lawyer?

Yes? Great job.

No? Why not!

This is the best symbiotic relationship that you can get in to get instant access to a vast client pool without even trying.

Just like if your friend falls sick and asks for a recommendation, you would refer your family physician. Similarly, if someone related to your family physician ever requires the services of a lawyer, your family physician would refer you to them.

How can you make that happen?

Word-of-mouth marketing at work!

In this case, you have to be a little crafty about your promotion though. You can be a little forward about your profession.

Since you are already engaged in a business relationship, there’s nothing wrong with you trying to reverse the roles a bit.

However, don’t be too pushy about it. Don’t be that guy who talks about his latest antics in court while his blood pressure is being checked.

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Or maybe that’s a great idea. I leave it to you.

Any idea how many wealthy individuals your life insurance agent knows and can connect you with? Probably a lot of them.

How many people can the banker that you bank with influence? People tend to trust bankers with important financial and legal matters. They talk to their bankers about their problems.

Will your banker recommend your name and pass on your phone number next time he comes across a wealthy client in distress over a property matter or some taxation issue?

Does the guy who cut your hair regularly in the local Salon know that you are a lawyer and damn awesome at that? If someone was discussing a legal problem in the salon while waiting for a haircut will he mention that they should probably have a chat with you?

This is a powerful thing. Do not underestimate the network effect of the people who are interacting with you every day.

“It’s so awkward. How do I start talking about my work to all these people?”

These three client pools are waiting for you to pounce on them this very moment. Just pick up the phone and start talking.

Start by asking about their well being, have a great conversation, and share what you are upto as well. Writing an article regarding what to do if your employer forces a pay cut on you? Talk about it.

Add them on social media, and then start posting thoughtful posts about the problems many of them or their close ones may be facing.

Is it necessary that landlords have to forego rent during a lockdown?

What if I miss paying my loan EMIs in the upcoming months?

What if I have accumulated too much credit card debt?

What if I paid for a flat but possession is getting delayed? Can I get compensation for delay?

People have many legal questions right now. About COVID. About other things. Help them with credible, high-quality advice, for free, on social media, and people will begin to look upto you as an awesome lawyer.

They will reach out when they have issues.

Got in touch with your existing clients?

While doing all these things do not forget to call your existing clients.

It is most likely that they would have some legal work at the moment and they are sitting on it. They may even have undiagnosed legal problems or risks that are just about to materialize.

They may not know enough about the importance of urgency of such issues.

If you call them and start talking to them about their business, about their current situation, about what is going to come in the future, It is highly likely that such issues and problems will come up in discussions and come to the fore.

Additionally, if you keep your clients abreast of expected legal and policy developments, it is highly likely that your client will realise the necessity of some kind of legal services which may be required right now or may add to your future pipeline.

The easiest thing for you to do right now to generate a lot more work is to simply call up your past clients especially businesses and chat about what’s going on in their lives and businesses.

No need to believe us, just try out and see.

The moment you start asking them about what’s going on in their business or in their life they will start telling you about umpteen problems and complications that have been developing over the last few weeks.

Force Majeure. Breach of contract. Domestic violence. Affairs gone sour during the lockdown. People being fired unjustly, or salary being held up without explanation or forced pay cuts being imposed.

Startups coming up with new ideas to deal with the emergency and requiring help with various usual services.

Legal notice from counterparties. Notice from the Tax Department. confusion over bank loans and finance agreements that need restructuring. Lack of clarity about which contracts make get breached or set aside or frustrated due to ongoing crisis.

It is all happening right now. Nobody is sitting idle.

People need legal help today as much as they needed it before. Probably a little more.

But if you do not get in touch with your clients and start helping them now, If you do not start talking to them about what’s next, you might miss out on the action.

This is apart from all the money you could generate right now.

Make a list of your most important clients and spend at least four to five hours a day calling them and having long conversations with them, especially if you are sitting idle without much work on your plate.

Thank me later.

Getting clients is one thing …but can you do justice to them?

I understand that the strategy I am suggesting may generate a lot of new kind of work that you have never done before or are not very familiar with.

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Here are some areas of law where lots of work is been generated right now. Even if we hit a nasty recession there are some areas of legal work that will do really well nonetheless. We have written about that before over here.

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Congratulations PHNX! You have been accepted as Caleb O’Neil. Please go through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. If you need more time, make sure you send a message to the main.

Literally I’m dead after reading this application, and the sample para is so perfect. Caleb and his checklists, he’s such a stupid nerd and I am so in love. You already seem to have such a grasp on Caleb as a character that I see him fitting seamlessly into the dash, and I’m sure that Carter will be thrilled to have his bestie around as well. You already know what to do , so send in your account whenever, and Welcome to Elysium!!

OOC INFO

Name: phnx Age: 21 Timezone: EST Preferred Pronouns: Any Previous RP Experience: [RFP] Anything Else: Nope

IC INFO

Character Name: Caleb O’Neil Second Choice: N/A

Why did you choose this character:

It’s interesting to me that with Jasper, I read his bio and kind of ruminated on it for a couple days before I realized that I wanted to play him. With Caleb, the connection was instant. I knew I wanted him from the moment I finished his bio, even though my instincts were telling me I’m too diddly dang busy. Sometimes you just gotta go with what your heart wants and make time for it, you know? Jasper is such a well-intentioned golden boy, but I usually go for the scheming, manipulative types with bruised hearts, so I’m excited to dip my toes back into my niche here and see how much mayhem we can cause between the two bratty besties.

Describe your plan for them:

Caleb has always been a bit of a misanthropist. He never really fit in with his classmates growing up, due mostly to his introversion and his sardonic nature. He did have a small, tight-knit group of friends, but when he was turned into a vampire, every single one of them cast him out except Carter. This has caused his misanthropy to evolve into something greater, something dangerous, something that may eventually grow to define him. He harbors a great animosity toward the witch community at large and, though somewhere deep within himself he knows that not all witches are responsible for what happened to him, he can’t help but hate them all the same. Though they may not be responsible for ostracizing him, the mere sight of them reminds him of the pain of losing his magic over and over again.

Caleb and Carter used to talk late into the night about their plans for the future, how together they would become the best warlocks in the state—or the country, or the world, depending on how ambitious they were feeling at any given moment. In a way, those plans haven’t changed. Caleb is now determined to see Carter become the best warlock in existence, in part to realize his own dream through his friend and in part because he feels indebted to Carter for sticking by him and abandoning his own charmed life when he didn’t have to. But one thing’s for sure: he hasn’t abandoned his own dream. If he’s doomed to be a vampire forever, then he’s going to be a damn good one. Unfortunately, he knows that the biggest determining factor in a vampire’s power is age, but that frustrating fact won’t stop him. He firmly believes that the more he practices and uses his power, the stronger he’ll become. He must believe it.

In the end, his thirst for power combined with Carter’s will no doubt lead them to an escalation in what they’ll do to possess it, with each of them cheering the other on. They’re definitely going to shake things up, as if the city weren’t already shaken enough…

Describe your character’s feelings, reactions, and potential involvement/want to be involved during/after the recent fall of the Council (At least a few sentences): The reveal of the supernatural world has got Caleb stressed out beyond all reason. He’s dedicated to forethought and detail in his plans almost to the point of obsession (and sometimes beyond), so when he feels that something is out of his control, he can become bent out of shape very quickly. The reveal is way, way out of his control, and therefore he worries about it to no end. Though it’s benefited him and Carter because more witches are worried about being exposed and are therefore more willing to give up their power, it also puts both of them at a higher risk of being outed. If Caleb is ever exposed, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. That’s part of why Antonia fascinates him so much: he just can’t fathom why in the hell she would expose herself on purpose… but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t plan on finding out.

Para Sample:

The roadtrip from San Francisco to New York City took them over two days to complete, even with them taking the drive in shifts. Stopping for food and to see a few select sights over the course of their journey had slowed them down, but that was just to Caleb’s liking: while Carter drove, Caleb planned… and planned… and planned. There was just something about checklists that calmed him down. He was always very meticulous with them, writing down each task in upright, clean, compact letters, one to a line, and giving each one a carefully-drawn box in which to check once the task was completed. When he dwelled on a given list for a particularly long time—usually the more stress-filled ones—he would often draw ornate borders around the completed list, starting with simple swirls and curlicues when he was young but over the years evolving into so much more. During finals week in his last year of school, he’d gone so far as to draw a dragon looming above the top line, smoke billowing in careful curls from its pointed nostrils.

The lists were cleansing. It was like by taking the tasks and fitting them into a neat box, he could organize his racing thoughts, too, limit himself to one worry at a time. He wasn’t able to fret about the next thing until he’d mentally “checked off” the previous one; at times, it was the only strategy that had kept him sane.

So as Carter drove, Caleb planned, just as he had made a list of everything he needed to do to vacate the home in which he’d lived all his life; just as he had determined what needed to be packed and what could be donated or sold. His first task on the list was to find an apartment, so when they arrived, it was naturally the first thing he did.

Caleb had finished a shortlist of seemingly suitable apartments somewhere in the middle of Ohio. He gave half of the names to Carter and half to himself, hoping to find their perfect place as quickly as possible. And find it he did.

It was a corner suite, with windows looking out over two different views of Manhattan, flowers blooming in little boxes outside each window. The kitchen was spacious, with an interesting circular shape that he’d never seen in any other apartment: it was the center of the open-concept main room, with a dining room on one side of it and a living room on the other. Each bedroom was huge, with its own en suite bathroom housing the kind of luxurious waterjet tub he’d used only in his dreams. It was much, much too expensive for them… which was, naturally, not remotely a problem if Caleb played his cards right.

“So what do you think?” the realtor asked as they stepped out of the apartment. She was an elegant woman, her hair done up in a French twist, body hidden by a professional black sheath dress. Her bubbly nature was well-done but, if Caleb had to guess, it was purely a sham designed to sell more apartments. She was damn good at it, too. There was something intoxicating about the fact that he could take someone like this, a high-powered professional, and bend her will to his own like it was butter. It made him feel like he was in control of things for once… but more importantly, it made him feel powerful.

“Yes, I love it,” Caleb said gleefully, putting on a show of his own. “How much is it again?”

He tuned out as she explained the rent and leasing process, the words entirely unimportant. Instead he concentrated on her eyes, which widened and narrowed animatedly as she spoke, until he saw the pupils gradually begin to widen. Satisfaction bloomed in his chest and spread out to his fingertips, warmth curling around him in a hug unlike any other.

“Stop,” he said, and she shut up mid-sentence. He snatched the leasing documents from her hands and skimmed through them, reading over the most important bits. When he was done, he signed quickly and gave the papers back.

“You will permit my roommate and I to live here as long as we please. When rent comes due, you will pay it yourself, but falsify the records to show us as having paid it. You will exempt us of any policies underlined in our leasing agreement without question. You will never approach us here at the apartment, and instead call if you have any concerns. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said in the strange, vacant way that he had come to understand as the marker of his absolute control.

“Good. Congratulations on making a sale,” he said brightly, taking her hand and shaking it vigorously. The contact snapped her out of her trance, and she slowly responded to the gesture, shaking his hand right back. Her expression shifted quickly from confusion to her trademark red-lipped smile as pride flowed through her at “selling” yet another apartment.

“I’ll get you the keys now,” she said, hurrying off. Caleb nodded and watched her go, thankful to be rid of her—until he heard the soft clearing of a throat down the hallway off to his left. Stomach sinking, he turned and saw a blonde woman staring back. How long had she been there? Had she seen everything?

What had he gotten himself into?

Any questions/concerns/things you’d like to change: (siblings to add, pronouns, sexuality you’d like to specify, personality, face claim, history, etc., etc.)

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