#my tighter short sleeve button up is so cute it would be perfect but it might be boring if i wear a beige hanky too

[wee00]

i was about to make an angry post about gay and trans things but i changed my mind actually do you guys think i should buy some cowboy boots and short shorts and a hanky and a cowboy hat i think i’d make a cute cowboy

[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 39

Chapter 39

It had been about a week since Shingen had been released from the hospital. Every day, Shingen was improving and getting better and better. We had been spending most of our time in the apartment though we took walks out in the park and had been around to some shops in town. We had picked him up a few more clothes and shoes.

Today we were going to be venturing out further and visiting my grandmother. I was really looking forward to introducing Shingen to my grandmother. I stood in front of the closet that held mine and Shingen’s clothes.

“You’re concentrating awfully hard, my angel.” Shingen said, coming up to stand behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“Just thinking about what we should wear.” I replied. “It’s just a casual dinner, but I still want us to look nice…not that you don’t look amazing in everything.”

Shingen chuckled. “As do you, my love.” He said, leaning in to kiss the side of my neck. 

I giggled. “You’re too sweet.” I said, turning my head so I could kiss his cheek. “Hmm…I think I know the perfect outfits.” I said, getting a sudden burst of inspiration. I was reaching into the closet and pulling out the items I had in mind.

“I love seeing that spark in your eyes.” Shingen said as he accepted the clothes I handed to him. He was then leaning in to place a light peck to my lips. “I can’t wait to see it get even brighter once I put on these clothes.”

I grinned my cheeks turning red. “Well…you do look good in literally everything…and I kind of like seeing you wear something I’ve picked out for you…”

“If you keep being this cute, we are going to end up being late to your grandmother’s.” Shingen told me as he pulled me in for another kiss, this one lingering just a bit longer.

I giggled. “Shingen…”

“Ava.” He replied in a playful tone.

“Just go change.” I said, though I gave him another peck myself.

Shingen grinned at me. “As you wish, my angel.”

Ever since we had watched The Princess Bride together, he had been saying as you wish more often. He was too much, I swear…oh but how I loved him. I was grinning as I turned to the closet and pulled out my clothes next. For Shingen, I had picked out a pair of jeans, a white tank, and a short-sleeved deep red button down shirt to wear over that, unbuttoned of course.

For myself, I picked out a jean skirt that came to about my mid-thigh, a white tank, and a short-sleeved red button down to wear over it. Was I wearing matching clothes with my husband? Yes, yes I was. And I loved every second of it. I was honestly a sucker for that kind of stuff. Plus we looked super cute!

I had just finished pulling on my clothes and was standing in front of the mirror to fix my hair, when Shingen came up behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. “You are looking beautiful, my love.” He told me, leaning in to kiss my neck.

I grinned as I leaned back into him. “And you are looking incredibly handsome, my love.” I replied. “I think we make a rather adorable couple.”

“Most definitely.” Shingen agreed, hugging me tighter. He was then releasing me only to take the brush from my hand. “Allow me to help you, my angel.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I know, but I want to.” Shingen countered. He was then gently sectioning my hair with his large hands before picking up a section and beginning to gently brush it with the other.

I could feel pleasant tingles running down my spine as Shingen continued to take care of my hair. His calloused fingers would occasionally brush against the nape of my neck or along my back. “You spoil me.” I told him.

“That’s the idea.” Shingen replied. He had finished brushing my hair and then helped me by pulling it into a half up and half down hairstyle using a clip I had laid out.

“You did an excellent job, my love.” I informed him as I turned around to kiss his cheek. “Maybe I should have you always be my hairstylist.”

Shingen’s arms wrapped around my waist. “It would be my honor to do so. Especially when you have been doing such a good job of dressing me since we’ve been here. I’d be happy to return the favor in any way I can.” He was then giving me a kiss.

We shared a few more kisses before pulling apart. I turned to the jewelry box on the desk in the room. I pulled out a necklace that was a simple silver chain with a pendant that was made to look like a tiger’s tooth. “One last finishing touch for your outfit.” I said, holding up the necklace.

“Will you help me put it on?” Shingen asked.

“Of course.” I answered.

Shingen grinned as he stepped closer to me and ducked down to my level. I undid the clasp of the necklace and reached around his neck, my arms resting on his shoulders as I clasped it closed.

“There, all done.” I said.

“Thank you, my love.” Shingen said, his arms coming around me once again. He was moving before I even realized what he was up to, rising to his full height once more and lifting me up off the ground.

“Shingen, you’re still recovering! You shouldn’t be lifting me!” I scolded, feeling worried about him. “I’m not exactly light!”

“Oh, you are light as a feather, my angel.” Shingen countered. “And I am feeling the best I have in years, my angel. Wonderful in fact.”

I eyed him skeptically for a moment, looking deep into those beautiful gray eyes. I saw no traces of pain. No sign of fatigue or strain. “You really are feeling perfectly well, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Shingen answered. “I feel the best I have ever felt.”

I hugged Shingen tighter and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I could feel tears of happiness stinging my eyes. “I’m so happy… to hear that.”

“Then why do I hear tears in your voice, angel?”

“Tears of joy.” I answered. “I’m just…I’m so happy I get to keep you now.”

“As I am happy I get to stay with you.” Shingen said. “I love you, Ava and I promise I will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you have made me.”

We stayed there for a while, just holding each other and appreciating the moment. “We really will be late if we don’t get going soon.” I said. “We’ll end up missing the bus.”

Shingen chuckled. “Alright.” He slowly set me back down on my feet. He stole a quick kiss from my lips before we were finishing up getting ready and heading out the door.

Meanwhile over at Ava’s grandmother’s…

Ava’s grandmother was answering the door after she heard a knock. Touji was standing on the other side along with his sister, Shoko. “We brought your delivery, Mrs. Shiba.” Shoko said.

Ava’s grandmother smiled. “Thank you both so much. Come on in and just sit those bags on the counter.”

“We can help you put them away.” Touji offered.

“Well, thank you. Will you both be staying for dinner then?” She asked as the three of them moved to the kitchen.

“If you’re offering. I won’t ever turn down a home-cooked meal from you.” Touji said.

“I won’t ever turn down a dinner I don’t have to cook.” Shoko added with a grin. “Though I will gladly help with the cooking.”

Ava’s grandmother smiled. “I appreciate that. I am sure Ava will be happy to see the two of you and catch up.”

Touji perked up. “Ava’s coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Yes.” Her grandmother answered.

“You gonna go home and freshen up in that case?” Shoko asked, elbowing her brother in the ribs, a teasing smile on her face.

“No…though I did remember something I needed to do. What time is she supposed to get here?” Touji asked.

“Oh not for another hour I suspect, but she…”

“Alright. I will go take care of that thing and then I’ll be right back.” Touji declared before bursting out the door.

“He is hopeless.” Shoko said as she stood in the kitchen with Ava’s grandmother.

“Yes, but I really wish he would have let me get my full sentence out.” 

“Why is that Mrs. Shiba?”

“Because Ava isn’t coming alone.” She answered Shoko. “She’s bringing her husband.”

“Ooof, that’s gonna be rough.” Shoko said. “But that’s what he gets for running out before you could warn him.”

“Should we call him?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s made of tough stuff.” Shoko replied. “So, Ava got married?”

“Yes. She seems really happy, too. I am excited to meet him.”

“You have popcorn right? Because I am going to need it for the show, we have a front row seat to tonight.”

Ava’s grandmother chuckled. “I’m sure I have some around here somewhere…though I do feel a bit bad for your brother.”

“Eh, he’ll survive.” Shoko insisted. “Besides it’s going to be way more fun for me this way.”

[oh-boy-me]

Demon Outfits Discussed

The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!

I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read!  Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.

Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them.  We’re just harping on their fashion sense.  Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.

Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.

Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms.  It’s not even that good.

Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77​ ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.

Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating.  It’s the worst.  2/10, not 6.

Lucifer:

“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin

“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo

Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt.  Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.

His shoes match his outfit.  After last time that’s all I care about.

A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one?  Is that a book?  Dude has like 27 collars.

The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it.  But uh.  How about those red diamonds on his sleeves.  They.  They sure are there.  (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)

  Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead

The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it.  HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.

The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.

Can he fly?  Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair?  Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.

The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing.  Good job, Lucifer!  I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.

Definitely the classiest outfit.  You can tell they put care into it.

Mammon:

“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING!  NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR.  HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin

The whole thing does amazing with only three colors.  We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey.  It’s working so far.

Damn those pants sit low.  No wonder literally all of you wear belts.

The leather jacket?  The studs and harness?  Bless.  Justin calls it ���the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.

Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though.  It looks better in the back.

“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo

Honestly though?  We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that.  He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit.  Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.

Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants.  Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle?  Because Mammon definitely won.

One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.

Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”

Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity.  Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings.  The center of gravity in the image is his shoes.  Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.

Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.

Leviathan:

Diagonal zipper

“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan

He looks like an e-boy.

Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.

APPARENTLY the biggest hoe.  Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt.  I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out.  Ok Levi, I see you.

The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.

Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit.  It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.

The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.

Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between.  Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender.  What are his suspenders doing?  What are they attached to?  Are they holding anything up?  Apparently not.

Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit.  Cute!

The gloves are throwing us off though.  Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves?  I bet he has sweaty hands.

Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces?  Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole?  There’s even a button, just in case.

Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game.  Should have just zipped his hood.

Satan:

HONEY.

“I hate everything about this.” —Megan

First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt.  Does it only button down the back?  Can he take it off?

Then he spilled bleach on his pants.  Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.

Incredibly differing opinions on the belt.  He got it in the cowboy department.  Justin adores it.  Jo despises it.

And are those… athletic slip ons?

And now the elephant in the room.  The ribcage made of ribbons.  The ribboncage.  The idea is great!  I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.

But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans.  And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form.  Not that it looks goofy.  It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.

Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness.  Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach.  Ew.

The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office.  (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)

“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin

On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green.  Feels dangerous.  Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though.  Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.

That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.

I just????

Merry Christmas.

Asmodeus:

The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.

Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.

I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.

Starting with the good.  The wings?  Adorable.  The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them?  Adorable.  One of the only good adjustments.

And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!

We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.

But once again, the shirt just has too much going on.  The flowers.  The buttons.  The brick-pattern stitching.  The brooch.  The long collar.  The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch.  Sometimes less is more, Asmo.

That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt.  It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry.  Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.

The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea!  But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink.  And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink.  Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm.  Is he ok.

I’ve been avoiding the pants, but.  The pants.

“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo

One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain.  It’s too extreme on both ends.  It should have been only half a leg of buckles.  Not whatever this is.  I still don’t think he can bend that leg.

The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.

Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.

We expected better from you, Asmo.  I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.

Beelzebub:

He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”

Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.

The jacket?  Stunning.  “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin.  It’s got puffy sleeves!  And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it.  Justin and Jo can’t.

I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.

“Why is it bucked in the back?  Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan

Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.

I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face.  Jo wants the white belt to be thinner.  Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.

Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.

Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots.  I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.

Can’t fault the twin belt, though.  And the wing hole isn’t terrible.

Idk I guess.  They knew what they wanted to do at least.  

That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.

Belphegor:

“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin

A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.

Is it a hoodie?  A jacket?  A poncho?  The cow print actually isn’t terrible.  At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting.  And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.

On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color.  “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.

We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever.  Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing.  Feel like he didn’t need that many.  Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.

There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back?  Megan apparently finds that VERY important.  Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow?  Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7.  Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.

Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.

It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but.  Am I biased because I hate harem pants?  Maybe.  Are these harem pants too short on him?  Yes.  Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris?  But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet.  At least they look comfy.

If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down?  Probably.  That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.

The shoes are fine.  I can enjoy a high topped sneaker.  …Is that a security tag?  Did he steal his shoes.  Belphie stole his shoes.

On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty.  But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.

Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon?  He just looks like… a cow.

There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes.  Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design.  Is it dynamic?  Is it recognizable?  Jo ranked them as such:

1. Lucifer: 9/10.  Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10.  Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10.  His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10.  Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10.  The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.

Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:

Mammon

Lucifer

Leviathan

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.

[lizzy-williams]

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟸: 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎

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.  𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒓𝒚, 𝑽𝒂𝒔𝒕

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𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆...

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

God, she was beautiful. Everyday, same time, she’d wander her way into the coffee shop I worked at, always ordering the same thing. Unless she was having a bad day, then she would order black coffee. She’d always have a book with her, and she’d always go to the same spot. The chair on the left in front of the fireplace. 

Ever since she first walked in, she was the focus of my attention. She was so kind. She would always leave more than two dollars in the tip jar, and always used her manners, which was hard to find, especially in a fast paced community like Cleveland. 

Whenever she would find her way into the little shit-hole of a coffee shop, she would always find a way to suck all the air out of my lungs. The way she moved... the way she smiled. The way her lip would curl if she was concentrated on a book too hard. 

But sometimes, rarely, she would walk in with someone. He always held her a little too close, a little too hard. And the bright sparkles she would have in her eyes when she came in alone would disappear. But even if she didn’t look at me, tucked under his arm, I could always hear a faint ‘thank you’ fall from her lips when I would hand the coffee to her. 

He was bad for her. But how could I make her see that? But of course, like for everything else, I had a plan. A plan that had to work. 

The little bell above the door ringed and I glanced at the clock. 

7:30, on the dot. Just like clockwork.

She looked so beautiful. God, what I wouldn’t give to-

“Heyy, how are you doing?” I greeted, cheerfully, hoping she would return the energy. But she didn’t. 

“I’m fine.” she replied shortly. 

She had never spoken to me like this. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

“Just fine?” I kept up the act, hoping my irritation didn’t slip through my tone. 

She clutched her book tighter, obviously not wanting to talk. Communication was important to me, and this was obviously something we would need to work on after the plan was put into place. 

She wouldn’t even make eye contact with me. 

“So uh... What can I get you?” I asked, watching her small fingers mess with the sleeves of her sweater. I always noticed that was a tick that would happen if she became anxious. Or if she was around... him.

“Coffee. Black.” it was a short two worded command and it made my blood boil and if I were a cartoon, steam would most definitely be coming out of my ears, by face beet-red. 

She only ordered black coffee on her harder days, and it usually had something to do with him.

Her hair draped over her face, her beautiful fucking face. She usually had it tucked behind her cute little ear, which I always found completely adorable. Either that, or it was placed in a messy bun, a smile visible on her face. 

But today was a stark contrast. 

“Okay then, black it is. I’ll just take it to your usual spot...,” I muttered, my cheery tone obviously disintegrating with every word. 

She gave a single nod, going to her chair, a royal blue cushioned chair that the owner bought from an antique store. I had to admit, once I found out that she took a special liking to the chair, I took it home and fixed it up. All for her. 

My thoughts began to wander. What did he do this time. It always pissed me off that I had to refer to it as ‘this time’. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I don’t even know why she even looked that douchebag’s direction. 

I took the phone out of my pocket. Now was my chance to help her. To take her somewhere better. To take care of her. I placed in some sugar into her coffee., turning my head to see if her was looking. But she wasn’t. As always, she was enveloped in her book again, always in a world of her own. 

What that stupid bitch of a boyfriend didn’t know, was that he left his phone here. He bought a new one, of course, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use it after the cell service was turned off. 

When I found the pictures, my world turned red. Message upon message of him flirting, and even a couple nudes. I hated him, I fucking hated him. 

But my plan? It had to work. 

I pressed the post button. 

I put the warm mixture into a cup, a blue mug, as it was her favorite color, and set the cup on a saucer, walking over to her, careful not to disturb her, part of me anxiously wanting to see if she had her lip curled in, her teeth scraping across the soft skin of her lips.

I lightly tapped her one the shoulder, making her jump. Usually, I would be obsessed with the fact I was able to touch her. But it would never make up for what I really wanted to do to her. 

She gave a soft smile before I set down the mixture on the table in front of her. I then sat down into the chair closest to her, leaning over, trying to catch a glimpse of the cover of her book. 

“So, what are you reading?” I asked gently, trying to start friendly conversation, hoping that would help. 

I’m not going to let him turn this into a dark coffee kind of day. I wouldn’t let him dictate how tonight went. This was supposed to be perfect. 

“A romance novel.” she answered plainly, giving a real, genuine smirk. 

If there was one thing in the world that could cheer my princess up, it was talking about books. Once, we had an hour long debate on which was better: Lord of the Flies or To Kill a Mockingbird. It always cheered her up, no matter what that bastard did to her. 

She picked up the mug, taking a small sip. She made a face. 

“I know it wasn’t what you ordered, but you look like you could use some sweetness in your life right now. I know you do,” I quipped, referring to the sugar I added last minute. 

I can read you like an open book. More than he ever could. 

I reached over, tucking her hair behind her ear gently, knowing that she wouldn’t pull away. If fact, she almost leaned into my touch, making my heart burst. 

As she reached her hand up, the sleeve of her seater dropped. And that’s when I saw it. A deep bruise, a hand shaped bruise was apparent on her arm. But once she noticed that I saw it, she pulled away, trying to cover it up. 

You don’t need to cover up around me, princess.

I grabbed her hand, looking at the deep purple of the bruise and I wanted to find the fucker right then and there and kill him. Slit his throat. And have the last thing he saw before he lost his life be my emotionless face as he-

“Colson, stop, you’re hurting me,” she cringed, trying to pull away from the now tight grip I had on her wrist. 

SHIT

“oh fuck, sorry, I... I really didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” I apologized profusely. 

Just like planned, her phone lit up, and she pulled her hand away, and I almost verbally whined at the loss of contact. 

She checked her phone, and she let out a small pathetic whimper. She almost dropped her phone. 

There, on the screen, was a post. An instagram post. Pictures of conversations, nudes, and other things. But I knew my girl would see it before it was taken down. But why would I care what happened to the account. 

Because it wasn’t my account to begin with. It was his. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” I asked. Now it was time for the real theatrics. My next choice of words could make or break the situation. 

“H-He... He-” She couldn’t get a word out, her words wavering. Her tears began to fall, and it killed me to see her like this, but it was necessary. It had to happen. 

“Come here,” I muttered, and she leaned into my embrace. My arms wrapped around her. 

Jesus fuck she smelled so good.

She leaned into me, crying into my chest, and I held her close. We sat there for what felt like eternity. Thank god the shop was empty. She always came when it was empty. 

I suddenly felt something against my neck 

I felt her plush lips against my neck. Soft, supple kisses against my throat almost sent me into a frenzy. 

I looked down at her, fake shock on my face, and she almost looked embarrassed. 

“S-Sorry... I just... I don’t know what I was-”

Stop talking.

I cut her off. I kissed her. And oh my god, I could have cum right then and there. It managed to be more perfect than any fantasy I had ever come up with prior. God... so perfect. How could anyone hurt something this beautiful, this precious.

I swiped my tongue across her pearly white teeth, requesting access into her mouth, and she thankfully complied. I wouldn’t want to take her by force after all. 

It was etherial. She tasted like peaches, and honey, and birthday cake. He scent enveloped me, and it took over my senses, making me want her more and more. 

My hands drifted up her sides, her arms wrapping around my neck. The kiss turned more heated once her small hands traveled up my stomach, under my shirt. 

I pulled back and smirked at her, “Are you sure you wanna start something you can’t finish?”

Returning the same energy, she muttered, “You know it,” before making a bold move, lips attaching to my jaw, a groan finding its way out of my mouth. 

She was so beautiful like this. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. And I was going to make sure she never thought otherwise. 

Let me praise you. Let me show you your worth. You won’t remember him. Ever. I’ll make sure of it.

I then picked her up, making her let out a playful squeal, and I gushed. She was so adorable. I carried her to the back room, setting her on a table in front of me. So pretty for me like this. 

I pulled out a rope from the corner of the storage room. I always had to be prepared after all. I was prepared for everything. Anything for my princess. 

I tied her wrists tight, making her whimper. But I knew she liked it. How could she not? I then took the remaining length of the rope, tying her up like a present. All for me. Just for me.

I gave her a quick peck to her lips, and I could tell she wanted to touch me, her ankle wrapping around one of my legs, in an attempt to pull me closer. 

“Heal me,” she whispered, her lips inches from mine. 

And heal her I would. 

I grazed my hands up and down her body, taking in every curve, every crevice. Every flaw. Flaw. There were no flaws on her. Not on my princess. She would never have a flaw. And I would make her believe it too. 

I did something barbaric. But something I’d always wanted to do. I ripped her shirt, the piece of clothing giving a sharp, satisfying tear. I marveled at her covered breasts. Even though the bra was in the way, her breasts looked beautiful. All pushed up and perfect for me. 

I then proceeded to strip the rest of her, soaking in the soft whimpers and noises that spilled from her lips. God, her lips. 

As soon as she was fully naked, I stood back and looked at her. She was the most stunning thing I had ever seen. A goddess among men. A being to precious for this Earth. 

I don’d deserve her. But I do at the same time. I had gone through so much shit in my life, I felt like this was God’s way of payment. And he didn’t disappoint. 

A needy whine pulled me from my thoughts, and I met her perfect gaze once again. 

“Colson, please. Please t-touch me,” she squirmed, and it was euphoric to hear my name roll off her tongue so easily. 

It was enough to make me crack, my body stalking towards her, my head buried in her neck, breathing her in, my hands finally going down where she needed me most. It was so nice to hear her breath hitch the way it did. 

My fingers dragged slowly though her folds, making her let out a needy and erotic mewl, her head leaning on my shoulder in turn. 

“You make such pretty noises,” I grumbled against her ear, making her buck her hips desperately towards my hand. 

If only she knew the ideas she had though my head. To her, I was just the friendly guy in the coffee shop she when to sometimes. But now I finally felt recognized and payed attention to. 

I slipped a finger into her tight cunt, making her whine, making blood flow south. Her noises really were amazing. 

I pumped at a fair speed, her forehead attached to my shoulder like it was glued. My fingers were in perfect sync to the bucking of her hips, and it made my painfully hard. 

After a few minutes of listening to her moan and whine as my fingers slid against her velvety walls, I wanted to be inside her. Make her feel more pleasure then she had ever felt. I was better the him. And I always fucking will be. 

How dare he touch my princess. How dare he hurt her. You treated her like a dog. Now I’ll treat her like a goddess.

I undid my belt, not even bothering to pull them down all the way, just enough so my cock could breathe, and I watched as she shifted her gaze towards it. To this day, I swear I saw her drooling. 

She really did want this, didn’t she?

I teased her, the tip running across her cunt, making her whimper in need. A need for me. Only me. I held her close, her head in the crook of my neck. 

I slowly pushed into her, leaving comforting kisses on her head. As soon as I was fully inside her, I watched as her face contorted in the most delicious way, her mouth making the perfect little ‘o’.

“So beautiful, princess, look at you. So perfect like this, all for me, all mine,” I whispered harshly against the shell of her ear.

And I would make sure that the only name she could remember was mine, not his, or anyone else’s. 

Not even her own.

*****

After 3, long, beautiful, delicious rounds, I felt as if I was on top of the world. No words could describe the euphoria I felt when I came inside her for the first time. The sounds she made. The praise she let fall from her lips. 

And when she took the mixed cum from her pussy onto her fingers and placed them in her mouth... I was hard again in seconds. 

After we both calmed down, I knew that there was no way I was ever letting her go.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

((It’s my birthday today, lads.))

[samcrobae]

The Artist

Gif Credit: mine

Just something cute I thought of for our Angel Baby. Wanted to shout out @summertimesadnesswithadashofsass​ for this idea, I was so stuck on how i wanted reader and Angel to meet, and she threw this out there. 

hope you like it! <3 

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Walking into a local art gallery was not how you envisioned spending your thursday night. It was Thirsty Thursday at the bar, but your best friend had some work that was going to be featured in this exhibit and she begged you to come along, for support. She had been your best friend for 12 years, and after your mom passed, she had been there through your darkest days and even let you move in with her, how could you not? You asked your boss if it was alright that you asked someone to cover the last few hours of your shift so that you could make it out on time. 

“Y/N! Holy shit, they actually let you go early?! Im so happy you’re here!” Daisy brought you in for a tight hug, “come on, my stuff’s over here.” She led the way to her exhibit and you took in her work. You didn’t know a thing about art but you knew how incredibly talented she was. You listened intently as she told you about her work when you felt someone staring at you and looked across the room. He was leaned back against the wall, wearing a red flannel and dark jeans, his tatted arms calmly crossed in front of him, showcasing his ringed fingers.

“Helllooooo,” Daisy tapped your arm. 

“huh? sorry..” you reply, looking back over your shoulder, the tattooed man was gone. 

“You okay? I was just asking what you think about this piece?” she asked, an excited gleam in her eye. 

“oh! I love it. Hey, do you mind if I take a look around? I’ll meet you back here in 30.” you turn around and slowly make your way through the gallery, pretending to be interested in all of the pieces in front of you, but really hoping you would have a run in with the man from just a few minutes before. You were rounding the corner when you came across a piece you actually really liked. You stopped to examine the detail in the painting.

You felt another presence but didn’t bother looking at who it was. “I love this... I wonder if the artist would be willing to part with it.”

“Yeah good luck, heard the artist is a real asshole.” You look up at the man next to you, his voice like silk as he talked. You swallowed hard when you had realized it was the man from earlier.

You let out a laugh, “Yeah most artists are..”

Your laugh was like a melody, it was soft, genuine, care-free. His gaze never left yours as you studied the piece in front of you, almost as if he was memorizing every blemish, every mark, every line of your face. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were reading about the artist on the note next to the painting, as if you were trying to understand what it was you were looking at. 

“I’m Angel.” you turn your head back to face him, and studied his features. His dark eyes, his beard, the lines on his face. He’s been through some shit. You smile, “Angel. Im Y/N.” 

he repeated your name to himself over and over in his head. your name fit you perfectly. 

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he led you through the gallery and you stopped at almost every exhibit. “alright, alright, what about this one? what do you see Y/N?” God he loved saying your name, and you loved the way your name sounding leaving his lips. 

You shrug your shoulders, a smile spread across your lips, “I dont know... just like the others, I told you Angel, I dont have a knack for this stuff.just like the other 6 we just looked at.” he laughed and looked behind you, a woman approaching your direction. 

“Y/N! so much for meeting back there in 30 minutes.” Daisy shouted as she came closer to the two of you. “You ready to head out? I Just loaded all of my things up. Im starving.” she looked back and forth between the two of you, trying to get a feel for whatever she was interrupting. 

“Shit, Daisy, Im sorry, I lost track of time. Angel, this is Daisy, Daisy, this is Angel. yeah lets head out, Im hungry too. Angel, you wanna come?” you ask. 

Angel shook his head, “Nah, thats okay, Ima hang out here for a bit.” 

“alright, well, it was nice meeting you Angel,” Daisy emphasized his name and turned to head toward the exit. 

“Nice to meet you, this was fun, thanks for hanging out with me..” you looked up at him and he smiled back, nodding. “see you around?” you start to turn for the door when he called out to you. 

“Y/N-” you turned around to face him again, “go out with me.” he looked nervous, unsure. you barely gave him time to finish his sentence when you shot our your answer, “okay. when?” 

His eyes went wide, “wait, really?” 

You laughed, placing your hands in your back pockets and shrugged, “why not?” 

“aight.. tomorrow? 7?” he asked. 

“okay, 7. I work at the diner 3 blocks from here, meet me there. see you tomorrow Angel.” 

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it was 6:45 and your shift was coming to a close. You were wiping the counter down and looked out the window and saw Angel, leaned against his bike, clad in a blue and grey short sleeve button up, black jeans, and a leather vest. You knew that vest. You had seen it around town on other men, belonging to  the Mayans. He held a cigarette between his lips as he watched you work. When 7PM hit, you never clocked out faster in your life. 

“Hey”, you smiled up at him, making him feel like he could melt. 

“Your chariot awaits you.” he shows off his bike and hands you a helmet. you took the helmet in your hands and looked cautiously at the bike. 

“You know, I drove here.. so, we can take my car?” you say. 

he laughs and takes the helmet from you, placing it on your head and strapping it up beneath your chin. “its all part of the experience, querida. come on.” he swings his leg over his bike, as you get on behind him. “alright, put your hands here, like this,” he brings your hands around to wrap his center, “a little tighter, like this”. you took in his scent and it was intoxicating. The smell of leather mixed with his cologne and burnt kush was enough to make you dizzy. 

Your date was perfect. Angel was the perfect gentlemen and carried quite the conversation. When the night was nearing the end, he offered to drop you back at your car and follow you back to your place, to walk you to your door and ensure you made it home safely. You happily obliged.

When you pulled into your driveway, he parked his bike, shut it off, and met you at your car. He walked you to your door and you felt like you were in high school all over again.

“Thank you for tonight Angel, I had fun.” You felt you cheeks turn red as he looked at you, a grin on his face.

“Yeah, me too.... I like you. Y/N. A lot...”

“I like you too....” you reached into your purse and dug for your house keys.

“Thanks for coming out with me, you should come by the yard tomorrow, we’ll get some lunch.” He said. “I should head out... goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Angel.” You held a gaze for a few seconds, hoping he’d close the space in between you , but he smiled and turned to head back to his bike.

“Angel, do you ... wanna come in?”

He turned back to look at you, a sparkle in his eye. “More than you know... but. Not tonight...” he walked back to you and pulled you into him, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, mi dulce..”

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@starrynite7114 @jadert15 @woahitslucyylu @briana-mishell24 @elcococruz @briannab1234 @blackmissfrizzle @thickemadame

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

a/n: shorter part tonight since last night was so long.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Babe? Gotta package.” Harry says as he comes in from work.

“Oh I wonder if it’s my shirt for the concert!” You rush over to him and snatch it. “I got a shirt from Etsy cause I don’t really like the merch.”

Harry smiles as you open the package and you gasp with delight. You got a black short sleeve crop top that said “Blinding Lights” on it it glittery writing.

“It’s perfect! Do you like it?”

“Yeah, looks nice.” He kisses your cheek and goes to sit on the sofa with Buster.

“I’m so excited, Harry. I still can’t believe you got fifth row seats!” You plop down next to him.

“Was thinkin’ we could go in and eat at Beer Works beforehand, would you like that?”

“Yeah! Love it there. Only a couple more days!” You squeal. “Do you feel like you know enough of the lyrics?”

“Yeah, babe. Think I got it.” He smiles.

“I wonder what songs he’ll do from his older albums. I hope he does Party After the After Party, that’s one of my absolute favorites.”

“I know, that’s your go to when we’re fuckin’.”

“Shut up.” You swat at him and giggle. “I like Aquainted too, and I Feel It Coming. Honestly, every song by him is a good song.”

“And you’ve really never seen him live before?”

“Never! This is the best early birthday present ever.”

“Does your family have anythin’ planned for you. I know we’re gonna be gone for a long weekend during your actual birthday…”

“No, I think our plan is to do a conjoined thing. Michael’s birthday is the weekend after mine, and my dad’s is the weekend after that. Michael’s gonna be one I can’t believe it. So we’ll just go to his birthday party. My family will call me on my birthday.”

“That’s right, I forgot about Michael’s party. Damn, this summer is just flyin’ by.”

“I know! We leave for London soon too, it’s crazy.”

“Are you sure your mum is cool with having Buster for an entire week?”

“Yeah, she loves watching him. I’m gonna miss him so much.” You pout.

“I know, he’s just too big to bring on a plane, unfortunately.”

You grab the remote and turn the TV on.

“Do you mind if I watch Glee? I feel like once I start I can’t stop.”

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

“You like it a little, don’t you?” You look at him grinning.

“It has some funny moments. Jane Lynch’s character is hilarious. It’s a little cringey though.”

“That’s Ryan Murphy for you.” You shrug.

“Plus…I’m fully invested in this will they won’t they with Rachel and Finn. I’m hooked on it.”

“God, I don’t think you’ve ever said anything sexier to me.” You kiss him and get snuggled up.

//

The night of the concert you make sure your hair looks perfect. You had really grown it out, and your waves looked great. You put your new crop top on and get to work on your makeup. Tonight was a false lash kind of night. You grab a high waisted pair of black jeans with some rips in them and put them on. You could just see the top of your naval piercing. You cuff the bottoms of your jeans and you’re very happy with how you look.

Harry had a pair of salmon pink shorts on and a black silk shirt with the first few buttons undone tucked into them. You liked that you and Harry had different fashion senses. You also loved when he wore anything to show off his tattoos a bit.

“You look so good, Harry.” You wrap your arms around him.

“So do you.” He kisses the top of your head. “Niall will be here soon to watch Buster, he just texted.”

Niall comes up with Sarah.

“Damn! Okay, out on the balcony, gotta take some cute pics before you get all sweaty at the concert.” Sarah says and you giggle.

She takes some pictures of the two of you outside. You take some nice ones and some silly ones. You kiss him on the cheek in one.

“Kiss each other, go on.”

Harry chuckles and turns to you. He tilts your chin up and kisses you.

“So cute.”

“Thanks, Sarah.” You take your phone from her.

“I’m so glad you finally got a new phone, the camera is so much better.”

“I know! I was just waiting for a good deal to upgrade.”

“You two kids have fun.” Niall smiles. “Do you want us here? I don’t mind bringin’ him across the street.”

“It’s up to you.” Harry says. “You guys can stay here if yeh want, doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, make yourselves at home.” You smile and give Buster a hug. “Thanks again for watching him.”

You and Harry head out. You decide to take the green line over towards the Garden. You walk over to Beer Works which isn’t too far away, and sit at the bar. You each do a tequila shooter and order some apps. Harry sticks with beer, and you get a hard cider.

You walk hand in hand, slightly buzzed, into the Garden. Your tickets get scanned in and you make your way to your seats.

“Harry…holy shit, look at how close we are.”

“Want me to take your picture in front of the stage?”

“Please!”

You beam at him and hand him your phone. Someone offers to take a picture of the two of you in front of the stage as well.

“We’re really going to be able to see him, oh my god.” You hug him and he chuckles.

“Want me to grab us some drinks?”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. Do you want some money, I brought-“ He looks at you.

“I’ll be back with some beers.”

You watch Harry walk away, and look back to the stage. You can’t help but squeal with excitement. Harry comes back about ten minutes later with two large beers.

“Line was already crazy.” He hands you yours.

“Thanks, babe.” You sip on it and he sits down next to you.

You both were taking advantage of the little time left you wouldn’t be on your feet. You were happy you both were smart enough to at least wear sneakers.

You and Harry go for bathroom and beer runs during the two opening acts, not really interested in their music as much. You get back in your seats just when the second opener is done. The Garden goes dark and you squeal. You both stand up and you scream along with the crowd when he comes out.

He starts off with Alone Again, and works his way through most of the After Hours album. The crowd goes nuts when he goes into Starboy. You were having a great time. You ended up standing in front of Harry so you could rock against him. You would occasionally here him sing along and it sent a shiver up your spine. You got some great pictures and videos of The Weeknd, you swore he looked right at you. He sings I Feel It Coming, and Harry wraps his arms around you tighter. Another song you two had on in the background many times. Next he goes into Earned It, Often, and Acquainted. You were losing your fucking mind. He sounded so good loud, and you were having the best time just jamming out.

“So I thought I’d talk to the crowd for a minute, we’re at that point in the show.”

The crowd roars as he addresses certain people. He calls different people out, it’s a lot of fun. He has thre lights up in the balcony so he can thank the people from farther away. He walks along the stage, calling out people closer to him. Then his eyes fall to you.

“This girl, who’s been dancing on her man all night, where’d you get that shirt?” You freeze and point to yourself. “Yes, you. That’s not official merch.” He scolds you and you laugh.

“It’s from Etsy! Get better merch!”

“Get better merch, huh?” The crowd laughs. “Well, I’m glad someone made some money, guess that’s all that matters. You having a good time?” You smile and nod your head yes. “I know you are, you’ve been grooving the whole night, we love to see it.”

He moves on to someone else and you turn to look at at Harry, your mouth agape.

“I filmed that whole thing! Look!” Harry shows you his phone.

“That was the coolest fucking thing ever!”

He does his Dirty Diana cover, and then goes into Party After the After Party. You turn around to Harry and squeal, then you turn around to watch the stage again. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at your excitement. You had been a ball of energy all night. The show ends, and he comes back out to sing The Hills.

You and Harry wait a minute or two to head out, letting the crowd disperse before fighting your way through it. You walk through the Garden, keeping your hand on the back of Harry’s shorts while he leads you through the people. You get down to the green line, and only find one seat available. He sits down and pulls you into his lap. You turn to look at him and smile.

“This was one of the greatest nights of my life. Thank you so much.”

“I’m so glad you had fun. That was one of the best concerts I’ve been to in a long time.”

“I can’t believe he actually spoke to me! That was so cool.”

Harry moves to whisper in your ear.

“I can’t wait to get you home. You were grinding your ass on me all night, it was torture.” He kisses your cheek and holds you a little tighter. You smile at him and kiss him quick.

//

Sarah was passed out, leaning on Niall’s shoulder. The two thought Buster would be more comfortable in his own home. They were watching TV when she fell asleep. Niall was half asleep when he heard the shuffle of feet and giggling from the front hall.

“Babe, I think they’re back.” He lightly nudges her.

“Hm? Okay.” She yawns.

Harry gets you through the door, and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around him. He pushes you up against the wall and kisses on your neck. You start giggling. Your hands move to unbutton Harry’s shirt. You push it off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor. He takes your crop top off and kisses on your chest. You had a simple black bra on.

“Bedroom.” You groan into his ear.

He gets a better grip on you and starts walking into the rest of the apartment.

“Oh my god!” Sarah says.

Harry sets you down and hugs you to his chest. You hide your face in him. He needed you to stay close to hide his raging boner.

“You two are still here?” He says embarrassed.

“Yeah, we were gonna stay until you got home! Are you both drunk?!” You turn your head slightly to look at them and nod.

“Jesus.” Niall laughs. “Glad yeh didn’t get full naked out there.”

“Okay, well, thank you both so much for watchin’ Buster, goodnight.”

“Wait, how was the concert?”

“It was good Sarah, goodnight!” You say to her.

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving.”

Niall gives harry a thumbs up before they leave.

//

“They act like they never get a chance to do it.” Sarah laughs and looks at Niall. “How come we never do that?”

“Do what?”

“You never feel the need to get my clothes off the second we walk in the door.”

“Oh, you mean like this?”

Niall lifts Sarah up over his shoulder the second they get into his apartment and she squeals.

//

“I completely forgot they’d be here.” Harry says laughing.

“Me too!” You look at each other for a second. “Are gonna stand here or?”

“Oh right.”

He lifts you back up and carries you to the bedroom. Buster stays asleep in his dog bed. Harry undoes your jeans and yanks them down your legs. You do the same with his shorts. His lips connect with yours and you moan against him as he pushes his hips to yours. He really was hard.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans. His hands dip into your panties and he drags them down your legs. He stays kneeling before you and grabs you by your ass, pulling you closer. He tugs one of your legs over one of his shoulders and he lips connect to your clit. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick up and down your folds. You tugs at his hair and he moans against you. He sucks and slurps on you and you feel like you’re going to lose your balance, but he steadies you. Just like when you feel you’re gonna come he stands up.

“Sorry.” He smirks. “My knees just hurt.”

“Thought you were trying to tease me.” You pout.

“Not tonight, angel.”

His hands move around you to unclasp your bra and it falls to the floor. He moves you over to the bed and he hovers over you. He kisses down your neck and chest, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. You reach for him and pump him slowly. He twists your piercing between his teeth while he kneads your other breast.

“Harry.” You groan. “Want you inside me, please.”

“Want you on top.”

He kisses you and sits up against the headboard. You swing a leg over him and line yourself up to sink down on him.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

You swivel your hips and grind against him. Harry wraps his arms around you and thrusts up. You move in a rhythm together and it feels amazing. You tug at his hair and kiss him, tongues gliding along each other. Your head rolls back when he starts to rub your clit. His other hand slides up to your throat. You make eye-contact with him.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, go for it.” You smile, and he tightens his grip around you.

He moves his other hand faster on you as both continue in sync. You start panting, and love the way Harry’s large hand grips your throat. Harry looks at you, loving the way you’re just losing yourself.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grunts.

You feel your stomach tighten and you clench around him.

“Fuck!” He moans as you both release at the same time. He thrusts up hard one more time as you gasp.

He loosens his grip on you, and you rest your head against his chest.

“You forgot to take your rings off.” You say, looking up at him.

“Oh, baby.” He smirks and moves some hair out of your face. “I didn’t forget.” He lightly grazes his fingers over the forming bruises on your neck. “I like the way you can kind make out my initials on you.” You involuntarily tighten around him. “And I see you don’t really mind it either.”

“I feel like I should…but I’ve always liked when you leave marks on me.” You smile. “It’ll fade, it’s fine.”

He kisses you, and you both sit there making out while he’s still inside you. You roll down on him and his cock twitches. His hands move to your hips and he rocks you back and forth on him.

“Harry, will you fuck me from behind?” You say against his lips.

“Always.” He smiles.

You giggle and get off of him to lay on your stomach. He grabs ahold of you to slide in, he gets fully on top of you how you like so his chest is flush with your back. You moan as he rocks in and out of you.

“God, you’re like balls deep, it feel so good.” You grab at the pillow under you.

Harry hooks an arm under you to grab one of your breasts, his other hand pressing into your hip. You press your ass against him as he moves around in a circle.

“Fuck, Harry.”

“Yeh like when we fuck like this?” He says into your ear.

“Yes.”

“M’not crushin’ yeh?”

“Not at all.” You moan again when he thrusts deep into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again, oh god, right there, keep doing that.”

Harry keeps thrusting in and hitting your g-spot. You scream into your pillow and back your ass up right into him. His release comes shortly after. He lays on top of you for a few minutes before getting up. You get up to use the bathroom after he does.

You face each other as you lay in bed. Harry rubs your back and smiles at you.

“This was the perfect night, Harry.”

“Even when we almost got naked in front of our friends?”

“Especially when that happened.” You giggle. “No, but seriously. I love making these memories with you. I’ll never forget this.”

He pulls you in closer to him and rests his chin on the top of your head. You end up falling asleep like this. Ten months ago you never thought you’d be where you are right now. Being held by the person you loved most in the world, and him loving you right back.

[jenliliscripts]

Chapter 217

June’s POV

I honked softly, letting Lia know that I'm outside. A few moments later, she rushed out of her door, throwing her poise away as she ran to the passenger side. She climbed in, frantically fixing the ends of her hair.

"Have you been waiting?" she inquired while checking her face using her front camera.

I observed her from my seat, not wasting the chance to look at her. She looked gorgeous in her black long sleeved dress. It definitely complements her striking features, giving her a more fierce look. "No, I just got here."

"Sorry. I can't pick what to wear. I couldn't find anything good in the shops that I went to earlier today—"

"You look fine. Stop worrying."

I reached for her hand in attempt to calm her down. She flinched as soon as my fingers grazed her skin, her eyes instantly darting towards me. I expected her to withdraw her hand, but instead inserted  her fingers in between the spaces, locking our hands together. "We're different people, remember? We can be whoever we want to be. We can do whatever we want."

So has she been wanting to do this? Hold my hand, I mean. The question fades into the back of my mind.

I knew better not to voice out my questions. I just have to enjoy the night and deal with everything later. For now, I must keep my mind clear.

I nodded lightly. "Yes, we are. For today, we can be."

Our hands were clasped as I drove to the restaurant. I occasionally stole glances while she was quietly sucked in by her thoughts. I broke the silence and began asking her about her day to which she answered as if she was a completely different person as we had agreed and I followed suit when she fired the questions back to me.

Although this is all an act, some stupid condition I made, I still like the idea because for a short time, we can momentarily forget that we're in a muddled situation. There are a couple of things we need to iron out, but I shall set that aside for now. I just really want the old Lia tonight—the caring and thoughtful Lia, the Lia that would say that she hates me but looks at me with utter tenderness.

"Music?" I suggested, stroking her thumb in a steady rhythm

"Yes, please. It's a need. Mild traffic up ahead according to your navigation app."

I let go of her then pressed the play button on my steering wheel. I looked over to her side in search for her hand and Lia was quick to recognize it, extending her arm to take mine. She carefully laced them together, earning a smile from me.  

"I know what you're looking for," she declared rather proudly, her fingers playfully tapping the back of my hand.

"I want to go to another place after dinner. Can I take you with me?" I asked, biting my lip right after. "It's okay if you don't—"

"Sure. Let's go. You can have me all night, Junie."

Junie. Ah, hearing her say it endearingly, melts my heart. It's a golden melody.

Silence followed, only the soft music from the speakers can be heard. My palm got sweaty from holding her hand. I was going to take it back so I can wipe off the sweat but she clutched it tighter. "Don't. Until the end of the night, you're not allowed to let go."

With those simple words, my heart started hammering in my chest. Oh, Lia. What have you done to me? I am subdued by this overwhelming amount of love I have for you. I smiled convincingly, making it seem like I don't feel uneasy—as if my insides aren't uncomfortably twisting.

"I like that," I replied in an amused tone. "I certainly approve of that."

Not long after, we reached our destination. I got down of the car first and Lia followed suit. Jamie and I had already planned the entire night so it's safe to be seen in public. I met her on the other side and instinctively intertwined our fingers. She looked at me, a puzzled expression on her face.

I gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. It's all been arranged. There's won't be news about this tomorrow. I can hold your hand as much as I want to."

Leading her in, she squeezed my hand upon seeing the place packed with people. "Aren't they going to—"

"They don't mind. We are sitting with elites. They only care about themselves," I tugged her forward. "We're trying to be normal and it would defeat the purpose if I bought out the whole restaurant tonight."

"Right. I'm trust you on this. Let's go."

We were guided to our table on the far corner. We didn't waste time and scanned the menu. "I suggest you make room for dessert."

"Okay, but there's no dessert on the courses here."

I put down the menu, tilting my head to the side. "We're not eating it here."

"Then where?"

"In an ice cream parlor in downtown Manhattan."

We placed in our orders and patiently waited for the food to be served. As we did, I asked her what others would consider trivial questions, but for me, those are the facts about her that I would love to know.

"Favorite ice cream flavor?" I inquired randomly, earning a frown from her.

"Vanilla. Is this like a fast talk?"

"Yes. Just answer. You can ask me anything too."

"Hatest childhood memory?" she asked.

"Oh that's a good one." My eyes wandered for a brief moment. "Ah! When my mom wanted to send me abroad for school. We fought everyday because I would break my luggage and throw out the the things inside so they'd have to pack my clothes again."

"That's intense. You're really a troublemaker, aren't you?"

I puffed my chest, flashing a proud smile. "That's what you call fighting for what you want. Yours?"

"When I crashed my bike when I was riding down a steep road. I got all sorts of scratches and I broke my wrist. I never rode one since that day."

"You're accident prone, huh? Last time you almost sprained your ankle. Unbelievable. You should be treated like a fragile object."

"Psh." Her face turned smug. "I don’t need extra care. I'm fine on my own."

As our conversation went on, we finally warmed up to each other, and it felt like the two of us from months ago. Bickering, laughing in between, and then the cycle repeats. I'd like to believe we both forgot that there we had unspoken issues. Dinner proceeded smoothly, thank God. If it had went the other way, I would have to suffer more sleepless night thinking of what went wrong.

Lia stood up after I paid for the bill, but I asked her sit for a while. "Why? Is there a problem?"

"Can I take a picture of you?"

Her brows met in the middle, confused by the unusual request. "You don't ask. You just take it. Go."

I pouted, trying to act cute. "Of all the photos I have of you, you only smiled once."

She groaned, throwing her head back. I, on the other hand fished for my phone from my purse and waited for her to tell me she's ready. She propped her elbows on the table, then cupped her cheeks with her palms. "How do I do this?"

I snapped a photo of the most breathtaking sight that's sitting right in front of me. She wasn't doing anything yet I am completely smitten by her beauty. When I thought I couldn't fall deeper in love, I was proven wrong. Lia Kim, you're taking everything that I have without even trying. I love you. I love you and I can't keep my feelings at bay. I want to tell you everything. I'm tired of pretending that I'm okay that you’re not mine.

"June?" she called my name and I immediately diverted my attention to her.

"You ready?"

She didn't answer and instead tilted her head to the side. She smiled, showing her teeth and I did too. "Perfect. That's beautiful, Lia."

She fixed her posture, her smile fading soon after. "Can we get ice cream now?"

"Of course. Let's go."

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.30: Is She Okay At Least?

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June 20th, 1986

Los Angeles, California

On the cold wooden wall of the lonely mansion, Nikki rolled onto his naked back, squeezing his eyes to make the blurry vision go away. He didn't know what time it was, and he didn't know if anyone was hiding in the gothic home. All Nikki could think of was how he possibly looked. His naked body was becoming pale and grey, more than last month and growing skinnier to the point Nikki could resemble Tommy. Nikki cleared away the dry feeling in his throat, slowly sitting up to look at exactly where he was. Nikki saw a mirror right in front of him, his clothes either tossed on the floor or hung. He groaned from the pounding between his temples, dropping his head in the palm of his hand. Surrounding Nikki were the items he always seemed to have when he went on a binder, a handgun gifted a long time ago, and dirty needles. The gun Nikki kept a grip on when paranoia set in, thinking something was coming to get him.

It took Nikki a moment to gain enough energy to stand on his own two feet, finding a clean pair of underwear in one of the small wooden shelves, dragging himself out of there. The master bedroom was dark with the heavy curtains drawn in, daylight only peeking in through a thin line, turning on the closest lamp to Nikki. Nikki looked around the room, trying to find something to wash down the awful taste that stained his mouth, only to find a bottle of flat soda on his bedside. Nevertheless, Nikki drank the soda as he sat on his bed, eyes falling on an article of clothing that hung from the back doorknob. It looked out of place for clothes to be; Nikki wrinkled his brows together, trying to remember who it could belong to. He knew it couldn't be something of his; it looked too small and wasn't exactly his style. Nikki placed the empty bottle of coke on the nightstand, mustering up any energy to walk to the bedroom door with a few steps. When Nikki yanked the fabric in his hand and held it out in front of him, it all clicked in the man's head, sighing out as he realized it was a jacket. A small black acid-washed denim jacket with an iron-on Motley Crue patch at the front. A jacket that Nikki had gifted Sammi randomly the one time he decided to go shopping, knowing it would be a sweet gesture that could make her happy. Sammi ironed the patch herself as a cute little surprise for the guys that Nikki found attractive. The man grazed his fingers on the patch, cracking the one corner of his lips into a short smile. Nikki brought the jacket up to his nose; he could smell the perfume Sammi always wore as if she was here yesterday. Nikki cursed under his breath, throwing the jacket on the bed as he searched for any clean clothes to resemble an outfit, going straight to the showers.

*

It was beginning to turn into the late afternoon of summer as Nikki sped at lightning speed down highways in his brand new motorcycle. Nikki's hair was blowing in the winds, almost making his hair bigger. He hid his tired eye behind dark aviator sunglasses, perfect for the sun setting in the man's face, something Nikki hadn't seen in days. After driving further through L.A, Nikki parked the Harley in the first spot vacant he could see by the apartment complex entrance, kicking down the brake pedal. As he swung his legs off the bike, Nikki glanced down into his saddlebag, reaching inside for the jacket. It was the best excuse Nikki had come up with to see Sammi, knowing how angry she could be. Nikki walked up the stoop as he popped a piece of bubblegum in his mouth, pounding the entrance buzzer for Sammi's apartment from muscle memory. The dark-haired man rested his back flat against the wall, wrapping the denim sleeves around his hands to occupy his mind.

When some time had passed with no answer, Nikki scrunched his eyebrows together, pressing the button again twice this time to annoy Sammi to answer. The silence coming from the end of the intercom. "What the hell, Sam?" Nikki muttered to himself, taking off his sunglasses, hanging them on his shirt. Nikki looked at the list of names by buttons for each apartment in this section, wrinkling his face deep when there was no Samantha anyway. The sound of the entrance door open made Nikki's head whip to his right, seeing a man and woman walk out together with their small dog. They were surprised to see a man in black at their doorstep, the woman holding onto her boyfriend's arm. "Um, hi. Have you two lived here for a good while?" Nikki asked, fumbling with the jacket between his hands.

"Yes, we have? Is there anything we can help you with?" the man asked in hesitance. The woman scanned Nikki up and down, trying to see if she could remember him.

"Yeah. Have you happened to see a girl that lives in apartment 23? She's really short, has long dark wavy hair, and a pale round face. Sometimes she wears black glasses and looks cute. Her name's Sammi," Nikki described, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness.

"Why do you need to know where she is?" the woman asked, crossing her arms to seem intimidating to Nikki.

"Because she's my girlfriend, and I pissed her off. I wanted to go up and apologize, but there's no answer. Also, I have her jacket," Nikki said, glaring at the woman as he held up the article of clothing to show proof he wasn't lying. The couple exchanged a knowing look at each other, both stepping back from there on edge appearance.

"We know who you're talking about, but we haven't seen her in a good while. If her name isn't on the directory, then she must've moved out. Sorry, man," the man said, giving a lopsided smile and shrug of the shoulder.

"Moved out?" Nikki asked, curling his lip and standing frozen in front of the couple even after they continued with their day. Nikki blinked for a moment, then looked up at the apartment to try and find Sammi's window. He slowly walked down the steps, staring at the ground as he gripped tighter onto the jacket. Nikki knew from his somewhat sober mind he needed answers right now, knowing there was one person who knew. Nikki jumped on the back of his Harley, speeding down faster to the hills of the rich and famous.

*

Nikki rang the doorbell multiple times of the Beverly Hills mansion, scowling into the distance with his dark set eyes. His sunglasses were off, dark circles for everyone to see as Nikki kept a tight grip on the one thing he had of Sammi's. Nikki decided to stop being a nuisance with the doorbell as he saw a small figure approach the door through the stained glass. Heather quickly ripped the door open in a case of worry, softening when it was only Nikki at her front steps. The tension was awkward as the two stared at one another, Nikki forcing a polite smile to Heather. Heather leaned against the grand door, trying her best not to scowl or frown at the man.

"Hey, Nikki. What's wrong?" Heather asked.

"Is Tommy home? I need to talk to him about something," Nikki asked, biting the edge of his nail. Heather scanned Nikki up and down from his appearance, hesitant of letting the man in her home. Since the wedding, Heather hadn't seen Nikki recollecting her argument with Tommy a week after. Of all the people her husband hung around with, Nikki was Heather's least favorite.

"Um, yes, he's here. Do you want to come inside or stay outside and wait?" Heather asked.

"Show me the way," Nikki muttered, biting the inside of his cheek as he followed Heather. As the two walked into the home, Nikki couldn't help but look around the new home to see the fancy decor that was obvious Tommy didn't pick out. The mansion seemed huge for only two people, Heather and Nikki, turning at corners to find Tommy wherever he was. The two stood in front of a closed-door towards the back of the mansion, hearing a piano play. Heather knocked politely, slowly opening to peek her head in. She mouthed something to Tommy that Nikki couldn't hear, hearing the piano melody gradually disappear. Heather looked over her shoulder, a smile that seemed so disingenuous. Heather stepped away, signaling Nikki to enter the room, disappearing into the mansion to give the men some privacy.

When Nikki walked into the room, he was impressed by the little sanctuary Tommy made for himself, instruments displayed correctly in their spots with nice leather furniture. He closed the door behind him to not let this conversation echo out into the halls—pictures of memories of Tommy's family and friends on the walls. Nikki stopped dead in his tracks to stare at one with a child Sammi who smiled brightly. Nikki shook his head, glancing at the furniture to see if he should sit. As Tommy stood up from the piano bench, he didn't bother to hug or shake Nikki's hand or even look at him, only walking to the small liquor trolley to pour himself a drink. Tommy picked out any random alcohol bottle from the collection, pouring the liquor in a brand new whiskey glass that was a wedding gift.

"What's up, man?" Tommy asked, tiptoeing to the leather sofa, sitting down in front of Nikki. Nikki remained standing, gesturing towards the jacket to Tommy.

"I'm looking for Sammi. She left her jacket at my place, but she's not at her apartment. Is she at Athena's or?" asked Nikki, tapping the back of his heel.

Tommy shrugged his shoulders, frowning as if he didn't know a thing. "Why should I tell you? I haven't heard from you in what a month?" Tommy asked, frowning at Nikki.

Nikki rolled his eyes. "I am so very sorry I haven't called you. I thought your wife would give you enough attention," Nikki said sarcastically, glaring a bit at Tommy. Tommy scuffed at Nikki, taking a sip of the straight brandy. "Seriously, where is she, T-bone? Some guy said she could've moved out and hasn't seen her in a while. Did she get a nicer place or what?" Nikki asked in a timid voice, biting on the inside of his lip.

Tommy bounced his leg, looking out the floor to ceiling window that gave in the perfect amount of natural light. "She never told you anything, did she?" Tommy asked. Nikki fidgeted with Sammi's jacket again, running his hands on the sleeves, shrugging his shoulders. "Sammi's living in San Francisco now, Nik. She's been gone for three weeks, so glad to see you finally cared to notice," said Tommy, fingers playing with the fringe from a throw pillow.

Nikki almost dropped the jacket from his grip, becoming stiff with hurt. "What the hell is she doing in San Francisco?! Why didn't you tell me anything? Why did no one tell me anything if it's been almost a month?!" Nikki shouted, scrunching his brows together.

"Oh, I wonder why I didn't," Tommy muttered.

"Care to explain a little further as to why my girlfriend just upright and left?" Nikki asked.

"She didn't just get up and leave, Nik,"

"Well, then why?!"

"Maybe because she's tired of your shit! Maybe because she dumped your ass after the shit you pulled at my wedding! She didn't even tell our parents until half of her shit was in boxes!" Tommy shouted, jumping onto his own two feet, slamming the glass on the coffee table in front of him.

"So Sammi and I had a fight at your wedding, but that doesn't mean she has to run away. It's not like I haven't pissed her off before!" said Nikki.

"Sammi didn't run away, Nik. She went to San Fran for school, but trust me, I wouldn't blame her for wanting to run away from you or us. Did you even care to think about how she felt after that weekend?" Tommy asked, pointing a sharp finger in Nikki's direction. Nikki stayed silent, looking away from Tommy and down at his feet. "No, of course, you didn't. Because you're just another selfish asshole right now. You know I should punch you in the face right now for hurting Sammi,"

Nikki bit his lip, glancing around to the corners of the room. "She is okay, at least? Can I talk to her?" Nikki asked, switching the jacket from hand to the other in a way to stop fidgeting, finally looking Tommy in the eye.

Tommy scuffed at Nikki, slowly shaking his head. "What makes you think I'm gonna tell you anything about Sam?"

"Tommy, I know I fucked up bad with her. I do! But please give me her number. I just want to know if she's okay," Nikki begged, cringing at the coldness he was getting from Tommy. Tommy didn't want to bother with Nikki any longer; he didn't want to bother anyone who messed with Sammi.

"Just leave Sammi alone, man. If she really wanted to see you, she would've gone to your house and said goodbye. She's perfectly fine getting a whole new life," said Tommy, sitting back down on the sofa. Nikki stood standing in the same spot, looking anywhere but Tommy, seeing more photos of the drummer's family. A photo of the three Bass siblings at one of the Motley shows, Sammi being the only thing Nikki could see. It was moments like these Nikki wished he could run back to his den in a second.

Nikki sighed out deeply. "Fine, if that's what she wants, I'll leave her alone. Thanks for telling me, Tommy," Nikki muttered out, turning on his heels to the door. As Nikki was stepping closer to the door, Tommy gazed down at Sammi's jacket in Nikki's hands, bouncing his leg up and down anxiously.

"Nikki," Tommy said out, Nikki turning back to face Tommy right as his hand touched the doorknob. Tommy only swallowed hard when he looked at Nikki hanging onto the last thing he had of Sammi's, noting the tight grip the entire time. It hurt Tommy to be this tough on Nikki, knowing the circumstances of everyone involved. Tommy could see the hurt in Nikki's eyes but needed to remind himself Sammi was more important than his bandmate. After everything, Tommy saw Sammi's expressions, seeing her sulk in silence while appearing happy about her future. This was all too difficult for Tommy. The soft spot he had for Nikki would always be there even if Tommy tried not to. "If it makes you feel any better, you were a greater boyfriend than Vince to Sammi," Tommy half-heartedly joked with Nikki, shrugging his shoulders.

Nikki scuffed, firmly twisting the doorknob open. "If I was such a great boyfriend, then why didn't she give me a heads up?" Nikki asked, walking right out of the room without hearing any answer. Tommy pressed his lips firmly together, reaching over to finish the rest of his brandy in one gulp. Tommy could hear the echo of the front door shut, soon seeing Heather's figure walk closer to him.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Tommy asked Heather.

Heather only smiled shortly. "Of course, I was. Why didn't Sammi say bye to Nikki?" Heather asked, leaning her body against the doorframe. "Or even tell him anything about moving before they broke up?"

"Because Sammi would rather run away from her feelings than face them head-on," Tommy said to Heather, shaking his head slightly.

"Did you mean it?" Heather asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Mean what?" Tommy asked, wrinkling his brows close together.

"That Nikki was a better boyfriend than Vince?"

Tommy sighed out, resting his head on the back of the sofa, throwing his hands in the air. "He didn't cheat on her. Sammi seemed different when she was with Nikki compared to Vince. Nikki seemed really different when he was with Sammi all together. Maybe Athena and I were dumb to keep them apart at first. I don't know," Tommy said, arm reaching for Heather's waist when feeling her by his side. Heather rested her hand on Tommy's chest, soothing him with her touch.

"It'll be okay. Everything will work itself out," Heather coined in Tommy's ear, leaving feather-like kisses on her husband's neck.

*

Nikki stared up at the chandelier that hung high above his head, seeing the outside front lights reflect off of it.  Foreigner  had begun playing on the radio, Nikki internally begging it wasn't that one song when the music began. The tile was stone-cold against Nikki's back as he felt the heroin coarse through his veins, his mind becoming foggy at a fast pace. Nikki was completely alone tonight. Only this time, he could feel the loneliness sets in. The difference between being alone and lonely is sometimes always blurred from the thin line. Nikki enjoyed being alone for a certain period because he knew someone would come barging in on him, whether that be Sammi with a smile of affection or Tommy with a smile of mischief. But tonight was the feeling of loneliness that only seemed to go away with a certain drug type. Nikki looked beside him to see a tossed jacket on his right, grabbing it and covering part of his body with it. He brought it up to his nose, still smelling the perfume it was intoxicated with. If he believed in God, Nikki would start praying to him.

June 23rd, 1986

San Francisco, California

In the middle of June, Sammi was surprised by the cool breeze San Francisco always had once the sun was quickly covered by clouds. Even if it only lasted for a short time, every local was prepared for the change with light jackets that went with their style. Hiding her hands in the pockets of a brand new hoodie, Sammi walked the few blocks south from her new apartment to the medical campus of UCSF, on the hunt to find a bookstore. San Francisco reminded Sammi of Manhattan in several ways for the city itself, everything close together with many concrete streets compared to nature. It was different from how Sammi lived in Los Angeles; everything felt the complete opposite of the young woman. People were either too friendlier for Sammi right off the bat or entirely in their own little worlds. Sammi didn't mind this, as she knew she was only here for school and nothing else.

Sammi followed the concrete pathways when entering the campus grounds, looking around for some direction to help her out. It wasn't the first time Sammi had walked around UCSF, but to her own fault, she couldn't remember where everything was exactly. Standing in front of a full grounds map, Sammi pursed her lips out as she scanned for the bookstore.

"Hello!" a voice said over Sammi's shoulder out of nowhere, making Sammi jump with fear, not ever feeling the voice come near her. Sammi spun on her heels with wide eyes, staring at a smiling girl who appeared to be her age standing particular close to Sammi. "Are you new here?" the girl asked, her voice sounding high pitched like a barbie. Sammi stepped back a bit to give herself some personal space, looking down at the girl with a frown. Appearance-wise the girl looked like a plain jane, wearing a knee-length dress and hair pushed back with a headband. "Oh I'm sorry, did I scare you?" The girl asked in concern.

"Yeah, you did. Do you always come up behind random people?" Sammi asked, fixing the strap of her crossbody bag.

"No, well yes, but for good reason! I noticed you looked a little lost as I was coming out of the building. Do you need help finding anything?" The girl asked, eyes resembling a puppy.

Sammi relaxed her stubborn face, hands hiding back into her pockets. "Would you happen to know where the bookstore is?" Sammi asked with a shrug.

"Of course! Follow me!" the girl said with an enthusiastic smile, walking right back into the direction of the building. Sammi followed in tow, standing a comfortable distance from the stranger who looked over her shoulder to smile at Sammi. "So what's your name?" the girl asked, opening the door for Sammi.

"Samantha. Yours?" answered Sammi. The two continued to walk through fluorescent-lit hallways until finding an exit. The girls walked into an open garden in the middle of all the buildings, students sitting around.

"Rebecca, but you can call me Becky. Everyone does. Are you from the area?" Becky asked.

"No, I just moved from Los Angles to come here. I've only been here a short while," Sammi answered, looking around as the two walked the short distance to another building.

"Oh, wow! That's so cool! Do you get to see a bunch of celebrities like movie stars every day?" Becky asked with bright eyes.

"Kind of, but that's only because my brother is well known down there. It's not always celebrities 24/7," Sammi smiled slightly.

"Still, it has to be beautiful down there. You get to be near the beach, and the sun is nice out every day," Rebecca said.

"Yeah, it is nice. My family and friends are all down there, so I do miss it,"

"So what does your brother do if he's well known? Maybe I've heard of him,"

"His name's Tommy Lee. He's a drummer for a band called Motley Crue," Sammi said, walking a few steps ahead of Becky before she noticed the stranger was standing still in her spot. Becky scrunched her eyebrows deeply, playing with a necklace around her neck that resembled a cross. "Rebecca?"

"You're related to someone from that devil band?" Rebecca asked, wrinkling her nose as if she were disgusted.

Sammi raised one eyebrow at Rebecca, confused at the girl's reaction to hearing the name Motley Crue. "What? The guys aren't a devil band. Do you actually believe that?"

"All rock music is part of the devil, especially when talking about women in a certain light. That band even have a song about the devil,"

"Yeah, Shout At  The Devil, I already heard all the Jesus-freaks cry about it. But come on Rebecca, you're serious about my brother and… friends being devil people?" Sammi asked, breaking into a smile as if the whole thing was a joke.

"Yes, I do,"

"Trust me, they aren't! I had a whole conversation with the bass player about this, and he promised me he stopped thinking about the devil,"

"Really? How did you do that?" Rebecca asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sammi straightened her shoulders, scratching the back of her neck as she looked away from Rebecca. "Because he's a special person who only listens to me sometimes," Sammi said with a repressed smile to not sound rude in any way.

"Well, if they aren't devil worshippers, then you must admit about their sinful behavior how they all treat women like a toy. Their drinking. I read those gossip magazines for fun, I know," Rebecca said, nose in the air.

Sammi pressed her lips tight together, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. "Okay, while I can admit they're kind of bad with women sometimes if they like someone, they'll give them some respect. Like my brother, who just got married. But the whole devil and God shit doesn't mean anything to us,"

"Us?"

"Yeah. Us. The guys and I aren't religious in the slightest bit. I don't even remember the last time I went to church," Sammi said, shrugging her shoulders.

"So, in that case, you partake in the sinful acts they do? Since the bass player listens to you, you might as well hang out with him," Rebecca asked, raising one brow and folding her arms across her chest.

"If you mean like drinking and partying, then yeah, I do that," Sammi said, scrunching up her face. "It's not a big deal,"

"Is that it? You don't do any other things that aren't meant for a special?"

Sammi narrowed her eyes at Rebecca in more confusion until a light bulb flickered in her mind. "Oh, you mean sex? Yeah, I've had sex before. I think waiting 'til marriage is pretty stupid. Why do you care?"

Rebecca glared at Sammi, her body stiffening at the idea of sinful acts. "You know I thought you were going to be a responsible young lady, but if you're the kind to hang around men like  that,  then I can leave you here," Rebecca said.

Sammi's eyes opened wide at the insult. "First off, I am responsible, and second you don't even know me. Why should you care? Just because I hung out with a band back home doesn't mean anything, Mother Teresa. I could've done far worse by myself if I wanted,"

"It's a good way to judge someone's character by the people they surround themselves with," Rebecca answered.

Sammi rolled her eyes. "Whatever, thanks for walking me this far. I hope never to see you again," Sammi said with a smile, waving at Rebecca that then turned to a middle finger, causing the girl to gasp.

"How rude!" Rebecca exclaimed as Sammi walked towards the door of the next building.

"You can thank the bass player for that!" Sammi shouted over her shoulder, smiling to herself as she entered the building, finding the bookstore on her near right.

*

Pushing the unlocked door with a foot to a tiny one-bedroom apartment, Sammi walked into the darkness of her new home. She switched on the closet light with her elbow to see boxes scattered around the living room, some filled with photos and other belongings of Sammi's that were still needing attention. Sammi dropped the pile of three heavy books on the kitchen counter, sighing out in exhaustion from carrying them the long way back. Sammi looked around the dwelling, grubbing for motivation in these white walls. Even with furniture slowly filling up space, it all still felt empty to Sammi, not having the feeling of home just yet. Sammi dropped herself on the loveseat sofa, dreading having to finish unpacking but knew it had to be done. As she sat in silence, Sammi couldn't help but reach for the phone beside her, dialing in numbers from memory. The phone dialed for what felt like an eternity, Sammi's heart beginning to race from the nerves, biting her nails.

"Hello?" a raspy voice slurred on the other line, Sammi pressing her lips shut tight, forgetting how to speak. Sammi's hands ran clammy, hearing Nikki's little slurring murmurs through the phone. "Who is this?" Nikki slurred again, Sammi closing her eyes as she rubbed her temple. "Why are you calling?" Nikki slurred again. This time Sammi could hear his panic, making her slam the handset hard against the phone body. She dropped her head in the palm of her hands, groaning out in frustration at Nikki but mostly at herself. Sammi missed Nikki, even though to the best of her abilities, she tried not to, repeating to herself moving was a good thing, which is what she did again, taking in a deep breath and stood up to unpack another box that was close to her, trying to make the best of a sticky situation.

[captain-mcdavid]

smut: yes | no

word count: 6.7k

warnings: smut, some roughness, voyeurism (sort of? i don’t know what happened here), unprotected sex, swearing (note the other chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio)

Alexandra and Sofia’s voices are cut off by the ringing of your phone, and ironically enough Josh’s name is flashing across the screen.

You’ve been texting all day, he knows you have plans, but he took the bait anyway. It was honestly laughable how accurate these girls were, it was almost like they knew Josh personally. But in reality, they just know fuckboys.

With a small smile you pick up your phone, waiting as long as possible before answering. “Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful.” The words sound so natural coming out of his mouth, queuing a dramatic eyeroll.

“Who’s this?” You reply, barely stifling your laugh when he scoffs on the other end.

“Hilarious. What are you doing right now?”

“I’m at home,” You start, and he jumps in immediately, making your smile widen.

“Perfect, come over. I miss you.” Another thing that sounds way too easy for him to say.

“I’m at home.” You say again, “That doesn’t mean I’m not doing something...” You pause for a moment before adding, “Or someone.”

The other end of the line is silent for a prolonged period of time, and you’re having quite the time picturing exactly what look might be on his face.

“Well.” He starts, his voice a little deeper than usual. “When you’re done, and still unsatisfied why don’t you come to mine.”

“You’re making a bold assumption.” You counter, pressing the phone tighter to your ear.

“Maybe.” He says, voice faltering the slightest bit.

“I have plans for tonight.” You tell him what he already knows, not ready to give in yet, that’d be way too easy.

“So do I,” His responses are quick- persistent- and you find yourself smiling dumbly listening to him try. “I’m going out with the guys, but I wanna see my girl first.”

You actually laugh out loud at this, a surprised snort that makes Josh chuckle on the other end. “Don’t get ahead of yourself there, big boy.”

You hear another loose laugh from the other end of the line before he speaks again, his voice lowering, “Stop playing hard to get. You know you want to.”

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, delaying your answer so it sounds like you’re not as excited as you really are. Unwilling to wait for his response, you’re pulling the phone from your ear to press the end call button as you say the words, “I’ll be over in an hour.”

That’s definitely not true though. Cause you still need to shower, do your makeup and hair, pick an outfit, and then drive over to Josh’s. That’s gonna take a lot longer than an hour, but if he wants it he’ll wait, so even though you should be in a rush, you take your time perfecting everything for your night out before arriving at Josh’s forty five minutes late.

He opens the door with furrowed brows, scanning you up and down while running his tongue over his bottom lip.

You smile sweetly and he scoffs with a laugh, “Traffic?” The glimmer of sarcasm in his eyes has you smiling wider than you want to.

You nod and he shakes his head, grabbing his keys off of the table behind him. You give him a look as he steps out into the hall, closing his door behind him. “We have to go to the grocery store.” He says with a grin, staring to walk.

“What?” You’re frozen in your spot as Josh continues down the hall, turning to look back at you while you give him a look.

“Apparently I’m hosting the after party for tonight? So I need to grab a few things. If you would have told me you were gonna be late I would have gone an hour ago, but...” He trails off stopping to press the button on the elevator.

“Josh- I,” You start, already feeling too exposed. “Have you seen what I’m wearing?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

He smirks, giving you an obvious once over that you can see despite the space between you. “Yeah I’ve seen it.” It’s a simple sentence but the words are loaded, his eyes continuing to roam your figure.

“Well it’s not really appropriate for a grocery store!” You grunt, motioning to the lacy red body suit adorning your torso.

He tips his head back with a groan like a child before stepping into the elevator and out of sight. “Just get in the elevator!”

You whine but start down the hall anyway, giving Josh a death stare when the doors close behind you. He just smiles in response, kissing you on the forehead and managing to make it way too domestic.

You drive the to store in silence, consciously trying to make your top look as conservative as possible. You know it really doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, but you’re still embarrassed, feeling over dressed and just a little inappropriate.

Josh pulls into a parking stall and turns to you, grinning at the way you continue to tug at the bodysuit. “Relax.” He murmurs, a buff arm reaching into the backseat, digging around until he’s found what he’s looking for.

He tosses it gently onto your lap, and you pull the fabric up, cheeks warming when you take in the columbus blue jackets hoodies that he’s given to you.

He flicks his head as a notion for you to put it on, and you give him a small smile before shoving your arms into the gigantic sleeves. Josh exits the car while you get settled, eyeing the way it hangs off you.

“Cute.” He smirks, tugging at the bottom of the sweater.

“Thank you.” The words are whispered as you pop up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

The skin there tinges red, and he pulls you flush against his side, tilting his body so that you’re lifted off the ground.

You cling to his neck as he walks, flailing your feet so he’ll put you down, but it’s unsuccessful because he holds on tight, continuing to walk towards the store. “Put me down, you menace!”

“Menace?” Josh laughs, releasing your waist so you fall the short distance to the ground, and then he opts to take your hand instead, leading you into the store.

This is a little bit out of bounds in your book, the whole situation verging on strings rather than no strings. When Josh stops to grab a cart you take the opportunity to walk ahead, giving yourself a little bit of distance so you can shake off the jitters.

“I think I just need some chips and stuff, maybe some dip? I don’t know.” He mumbles, picking up a roll of liverworst before cringing and putting it back down again.

You chuckle and take the cart, pushing it towards the junk food isle. Josh walks slow behind you, looking at different things before he eventually speeds up, coming up behind to push the cart with you. You’re effectively trapped inbetween his arms, and you have a feeling you’re gonna start to get trapped a lot more than just physically.

He starts tossing chip bags in the cart aimlessly and you gape at him, staring at the heaping pile of carbs. “How many do you need, holy!”

“I don’t know how many people are gonna show up!” He argues, nudging the back of your thigh with his knee to push you to walk further.

You shake your head at him as he puts a few more in the cart, all while remaining firmly behind you. When you get to the candy section of the isle he stops, his forearm coming back strongly to tug you into him by the stomach.

He reaches a hand out to grab a bag of fuzzy peaches and you grin, turning your head to look back at him. “Who are those for?” You ask, leaning back into his chest.

“Me.” He responds flatly, tossing them into the cart. “And I’m not gonna share them with you.” He teases, letting go so you can walk again.

“Fine.” You respond, pushing one of his arms away from you just to be a pest. “I don’t want your fuzzy peaches anyway.”

Josh scoffs, leaning closer so he can talk quieter. “Liar. You want a lot more than just my fuzzy peaches.”

“Hm,” You hum sarcastically as Josh rounds the corner, leading you and the cart into a new isle. “That’s false.”

You’re not expecting him to slide a hand off the cart to squeeze at your hip, so when he does you’re unable to stop the high pitched shriek that escapes you. Turning in his arms you slap his chest lightly, loving the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

When you flip back, there’s an elderly lady putting a box of crackers in her cart, she’s beaming at the two of you like a proud grandma and you feel your cheeks heat up instantly.

You give her a warm smile back, and Josh leans in to whisper in your ear. “You want the fuzzy peaches, and you want this dick.”

You gape back at him, and the shocked look on your face only makes the cute old lady grin more. You feel a little guilty, if only she knew what he just said. She turns to scan the shelf, a weak arm reaching aimlessly for a box on the top shelf that she very obviously can not get.

She looks at the items in her cart, puzzled, and before you even have the thought, Josh is crossing over to her, asking what she’d like. Your heart swells as you watch, she looks delighted, clutching onto his bicep as she points again. Josh grabs the box for her, and she sighs, patting his arm as he sets it down in her cart.

“Thank you.” Her frail voice is just as adorable as she is, and you know you’re grinning too wide but you can’t stop, blinking adoringly at Josh as he takes his spot behind you again. You look back over your shoulder, standing on your toes to kiss the underside of his chin.

For a second you forget your situation, and you shrink back into Josh when he presses his lips to your hair. It’s heartbreakingly domestic, and you can only wince while you think about what’s to come.

There’s impending rejection, and it needs to come from you, not him. Which is why you need to stick to your plan, avoid catching feelings and burn him before he can burn you. “Can you get your shit so we can leave?” It sounds more hostile than you intended, and Josh tenses behind you, surprised by your sudden mood change.

“Relax.” He grunts, steering you to the checkout, a breathy chuckle coming out at the end. “Are you in a hurry or something?” He challenges, starting to unload the groceries onto the belt.

“No.” You admit. “This just wasn’t what I thought we’d be doing.”

It’s a poor choice of words, the corner of Josh’s mouth lifts just like you knew it would the second the sentence comes out.

“No? Why? What’d you think we’d do?”

“Don’t play dumb.” You fire back, sliding behind him while he goes to pay. The way you pinch his bum on the way is purely impulsive, but it gets the intended reaction, making Josh jump.

He sideeyes you while you take some of the bags, starting out of the shop and for the car. You pack up his vehicle in silence, grinning at each other when you’re finally back in your seats.

He opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t, so you raise your brows in question, only for him to shake his head.

He gives you a very obvious once over, starting the car with a sigh. You decide to ignore him, obliviously looking into the back seat of the car at the groceries, when an orange package catches your eye.

You reach back to grab it, a shit eating grin on your face when you tear open the bag. Josh’s mouth drops open and he laughs, swiping a hand over to try and grab the fuzzy peaches. You manage to dodge his attempt, slapping his hand with a scolding gaze. “Eyes on the road, big boy.”

He shakes his head in disapproval, but puts both hands on the wheel again. “Those are mine.” He whines.

Rather than respond, you just smirk at him, popping one in your mouth before moaning dramatically.

“This isn’t what you thought we’d be doing, and that isn’t why I thought you’d be moaning.”

A surprised laugh falls from your mouth at Josh’s smart ass comment, shaking your head with a smile when he pulls up to his apartment building.

You help him take the bags up, and watch while he puts things away, making commentary about how pathetic his kitchen is. He shrugs you off most of the time, but every once in a while he retaliates by towel snapping you.

“I gotta shower.” Josh notes with a yawn, shutting the fridge to turn and look at you.

You blink at him in disbelief, holding your breath while he rubs a hand tiredly over his stomach. He laughs at your reaction, stepping closer to pull you into him by the loop on your jeans. “What?” He asks, trying to act oblivious, even though he most definitely knows what he’s doing.

He might think he’s being funny, but really he’s just getting on your nerves. You feel like you’ve been turned on for eternity, waiting for him to finally initiate something. You were anticipating sex when you got here, and since it hasn’t happened yet, you’re starting to get antsy. You roll your eyes at his smug face, turning on your heel. “I’m gonna go then.”

“Hey, hey-,” Josh interrupts with a breathy chuckle that you feel when he yanks you back into him, your back to his chest. “Why don’t you come with me?”

You scoff at his suggestion, looking up and over your shoulder at him with raised eyebrows. “As if. I’m not about to ruin the hair and makeup. I spent over an hour on it.”

“Yeah. I know.” His response is curt, and you almost laugh at how annoyed he sounds. “If you would have told me it was gonna take that long I would have gone to the store and showered before you got here. This is your own fault.”

You don’t have words to retaliate, cause he’s right, so you just roll your eyes and twist to nudge your shoulder into his rib.

“I’ll be quick.” Josh murmurs, nosing at your ear. “Then you can get what you came for.”

Despite him not being able to see you, you roll your eyes again before groaning out a snappy response. “Fine.”

You’re expecting him to leave after that, but much to your surprise, you’re shoved against the counter, the top digging into your hipbones while Josh pressures you down until you’re nearly flattened against the marble.

One of his large hands pushes the fabric of his hoodie up, so that he can trace the lace on your skin. “Also, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you leave looking like that without touching you first.”

Now he goes, walking down the hall leaving you feeling cold without his body behind you.

He turns back to look at you before disappearing into his room, and you have to shake the jitters off before following, pulling off his hoodie as you do so.

You hear the water turn on while you flop down on his bed, trying not to think about how he’s naked, and probably rubbing soap sensually all over his body.

He’s a literal thirst trap, and you feel like you’ve been dehydrated for decades.

In the store, in the car, and now here, he’s making you work for it. You’re not the only one playing games.

The next fine minutes that pass are the slowest of your life, and when you finally hear the water shut off, you’re scrambling into a more aesthetically pleasing position.

On a whim, you decide to ditch the pants too, regretting your decision the second they hit the floor. It looks way too desperate, but putting them back on isn’t an option, because Josh is opening the door and stepping out in all his glory moments later.

What a tease.

Of course, he emerges with just a towel around his waist, water trickling off his skin.

The both of you take a minute to look each other up and down, Josh scanning your body to find that there’s an article of clothing missing, while your eyes wander tirelessly, checking out every single part that’s exposed.

“Deciding to veto pants?” Josh jokes, running a hand through his gorgeous wet hair.

His eyes have a noticeable hint of mischief behind them, he’s literally asking to be pounced on, and at this point, you’re in no mood to argue anymore.

With a nod you get on all fours, crawling towards the end of the bed while Josh watches. “Pants and all other clothing below the waist.” You grin, tracing a finger delicately over the spot where his towel is rolled.

His tongue traces his bottom lip and you literally can’t take your eyes off him. His shoulders, his abs, everything about him is so sexy.

Thinking that he’s not about to do anything, you rise onto your knees, hands reaching out for him, but before you’re able to make contact, his hands are landing on your waist, lifting you to throw you back on the bed.

Sucking in a deep breath, you watch with wide eyes while he drops the towel, scaling the bed until you’re almost eye level.

He watches for your reaction intently, pressing his thumb against your clit through the lace of your bodysuit. He chuckles when you gasp, hips involuntarily bucking. He chuckles, rubbing his thumb down to where you’re pretty sure there’s a wet spot.

“This looks below the waist to me...” The words are whispered quietly against the skin of your thigh, his eyes looking up menacingly. At this point you’re biting your lip so hard there’s probably blood being drawn, but it’s the only thing you can do to stop yourself from moaning embarrassingly loud when he’s barely even done anything. “You’re a bad girl. Breaking your own rules...” His words trail off as he traces the line of your bodysuit with his lips, dragging them over the skin. You’re about to wind a hand into his wet hair, and drag your fingers through the curls, but the thoughts are short lived, cause Josh is quick to start tossing you around again, flipping you over effortlessly so you’re pinned to the bed on your stomach.

You’re not really sure what position he wants you in, but you’re happy to comply, so you let him move you around, until your chest is pressed the the duvet, your knees planted firmly on the mattress so that your ass is up high. You’re expecting the hard slap that comes immediately after, but that doesn’t mean you’re prepared for the pain, or the way that it makes your core throb harder.

His finger dips under the lace, and he tugs, pulling the fabric tight until it slips in your folds and presses taught against your clit. “Fuck,” He mumbles, “How does this thing..-?” He trails off and you roll your eyes until he pulls harder.

You jerk against the mattress, “There’s-,” Another pull. “Josh- Unf! There’s buttons!”

“Buttons?” He replies, letting go of the fabric. The pressure is relieved and you fall onto your hip, scowling at him while he stares at your crotch in confusion.

“Yes, dumbass. Buttons.” You grumble, and he grabs both your ankles, spreading your legs open wide for him while he continues to look puzzled.

When he finally figures it out, there’s a look of accomplishment that you see, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally undoes your bodysuit.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing down there?” Josh chuckles while he pushes the lace up on your stomach, shaking his head. “You look like a little boy with a new toy he can’t figure out how to work.”

“Yeah yeah,” He grumbles back, “Keep running your mouth. I know exactly what to do with this toy.”

You’re about to make another comment about him being too cocky, but his lips are wrapping around your clit, completely throwing your thoughts off.

In an instant you’re lurching up off the bed, your hand immediately slipping into his hair. His sturdy forearm comes to rest across your stomach, prohibiting your movement as you fall back against the mattress. You wiggle your legs until you can move them over Josh’s shoulders, your hips accidentally bucking against his face in the process. The response is a throaty moan from you, and a sharp pinch to the ass from Josh.

“Fuck you move a lot,” He scolds. “Hold still.”

The words slip out before you can stop them, but there’s no regrets. “Make me.”

His head raises from in between your thighs so quickly that it’s almost comical.

He raises his brows at you, and you do it back, silently challenging him.

He laughs sinisterly, and you suck in a breath, not sure if you’re fully prepared for what’s about to come. Josh pulls the bodysuit further up your body and over your head, stopping when the fabric is bunched at your wrists. He twists it until there’s a viable length that he can tie to his headboard, and you wince when the knot tightens intensely.

He looks you over with your hands above your head, smirking while he runs his large hand over your body. He stops to palm at your breasts, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth before taking hold of both your ankles.

He folds your knees into your chest, running a finger down your slit while you watch him look at you like you’re a goddess. He mumbles swears under his breath, eyes completely trained on watching his own fingers sink into you. “Man I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He curls his fingers inside you and your back arches off the bed, only to be shoved back down flush against the mattress. Josh let’s out a taunting laugh and you clamp your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling.

Suddenly there’s a loud voice echoing through Josh’s house, and your eyes shoot open to find Josh looking just as panicked as you.

“Josh! We’re here when you’re ready dude.” Multiple other voices can be heard, and you’re trying not to have an aneurysm at the thought of his friends finding you like this.

“Oh my god Josh!” You really want to yell, but you’re not about to draw attention to yourself, so you settle for scolding him over a harsh whisper.

“Fuck. We better hurry up,” He slips his arms underneath your knees, his hands finding the mattress to balance himself before he pushes into you fast, and borderline violently.

A raspy yelp escapes and Josh throws his head back, eyes clenching shut as he feels you. He stays still for a while, even though it looks like it’s killing him, and your pain has to simmer out before you can fully think about what’s happening.

“What the fuck? Josh! What if they hear?” You’re whisper yelling again, breathing heavily while Josh dips his head down to kiss your heaving chest.

“God, I hope they hear.” He murmurs.

“Oh my- what the hell! No!”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, purposely rolling his hips the slightest bit to nudge himself against your g spot. “You gotta get what you came for, right?”

Your mouth drops opens and he chuckles, kissing your neck before rolling into you again. “I’m gonna take that as a no.”

His movements stop as he presses his lips to yours, and for a second you’ve forgotten all about the people outside, you just want him to move. “Josh please,” You whisper against his mouth.

“That a girl,” He pants, fucking into you again. “Louder, baby. Let them hear you.”

Your body tenses under him, your mouth clamping shut. You have to bite your tongue when he rolls into you again, his thrusts achingly slow. You want him to go faster so bad, but you know the smug son of a bitch won’t speed up until you’re begging for it, loudly.

“Josh, faster.” You plead, trying to arch against him.

“Can’t hear you, sweetheart.”

The next sound that leaves you is a mix between a whine and a moan, bordering on both desperate and content, but it isn’t until Josh stops moving completely that you lose it.

You try bucking up off the bed, anything to get friction but your hands are tied. Literally.

You’re almost certain he can probably feel you throbbing around him, your cunt begging for anything at this point. If you had use of your hands you’d reach down and do it yourself but unfortunately your options are limited.

“C’mon, Y/N,” He prods, mouthing at your neck. “Beg for it.”

At this point you know he’s just as desperate for movement as you are, but you’re not about to bet on him giving in first. Having him sit inside you is pure agony, and when he bites into your neck you can’t help but lose it.

“Fuck Josh! Please!”

It comes out even louder than you intended, but it gets the reaction you’re dying for. With a swift roll of his hips against yours, Josh grins against your skin. “Yeah? You want it hard, baby?”

He goes from zero to one hundred in no time, railing into you with built up frustration on both your parts. It’s impossible not to cry out when he’s hitting your g spot over and over again, and you know at this point someone can hear you, but you really can’t be bothered to care anymore. The bed is rocking with force, and if you weren’t so out of it, you’d probably be worried about him denting the wall.

Josh lands a particularly hard thrust, crashing into your cervix while you wail.

“Yeah babygirl, that’s it,” Josh whispers. “You like that they can hear you?”

It’s a little bit annoying how you actually feel your core clench around him when he says that. You don’t want it to, but it’s turning you on immensely. “Josh!” The words leave your mouth frantically, begging for something but you’re not sure what.

You can’t focus on anything else but him, every time he rolls into you it’s like electroshock therapy, your brain short circuiting before getting shocked all over again.

You don’t even notice that he’s dropped your leg until his hand his fingers are pressed against your clit. The way he roughly circles around it has your high building almost instantly, your breaths getting shallower while he says things you literally can’t comprehend.

You’re right there when you come to enough to scream his name one more time, the words pushing you head first into your orgasm.

You can feel yourself contracting around him, and you watch in awe as his head tilts back at the feeling. He slips out of you and sits back onto his knees, jerking himself off until his thick ropes of cum are landing on your stomach.

He gives you a lazy smile and you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. The air finally getting to your brain let’s you take in your surroundings a bit more, and you’re quick to notice that there’s no longer any chatter coming from outside of Josh’s room.

He emerges from his bathroom a moment later, wiping his cum off your stomach before he unties your bodysuit from the head board, pulling it down and over your abdomen.

“I’m so embarrassed.” You tell him, finding your voice again.

He chuckles as he does up the buttons, kissing the side of your knee quick before getting up to search his closet. “They probably loved it.”

You’re almost too mortified to continue with your plan, more focused on getting out of here with your dignity intact than roasting his outfit choices (like the podcast said to do), but you stay anyway, watching carefully as he pulls out a button up with tiny palm trees on it. It’s adorable really, but not for a bar, so you interject when he sets it on the bed.

“You’re not gonna wear that are you? To the bar?”

He looks down at the shirt and then back up at you while he tugs on boxers. “I was planning on it, yeah... Why, is it bad?”

You stifle a laugh and Josh raises his brows. “Hun, no girl is gonna go home with you if you wear that.”

If you would have known the reaction you were gonna get, you would have pulled out your phone in advance. He looks like he got caught robbing a bank, or stealing a child. It’s pure terror, like you’ve cracked all his secrets, and it’s priceless.

The look only lasts for seconds though, and then he’s regaining composure, looking at you like you’re the crazy one. “What makes you think I’m bringing girls home? Other than you.”

You scoff, avoiding the question like you were told. “Josh, just don’t wear that. Put on the black one with a flannel.”

He looks over you, puzzled before putting the shirt back on the hanger, opting for the flannel instead.

You both dress in silence, Josh obviously thrown off by what you just said.

He clears his throat, opening his bedroom door while rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Sorry in advance, for er- them.”

“I can take it.” You say, hoping your fake confidence will start to become real at some point. It doesn’t though, and you find yourself shrinking behind Josh as he leads you into the living room.

There’s four other guys, and you give an awkward smile, trying to ignore the fact that their eyes are literally all on you.

You recognize Boone and Seth, but the other two you’re not sure of, and apparently you’re not gonna find out who they are cause Josh continues walking past them, making the situation more awkward than it started out.

“See ya,” Josh murmurs, winding a hand around the back of your neck to press his lips to your forehead quickly before opening the door. You step out into the hall, turning back to say something but Josh is uninterested, and the door is practically slammed in your face.

Did you do that wrong?

Cause that was not what you were expecting.

[spooky-raccoon]

His Shirt (Rufo One Shot)

Just the idea of Rufo catching his S/O wearing his shirt in the morning.  This originally just a short one shot idea but it ended up being 2k words.  Oops.

Rufo X Female Reader

Tag List: @lifesbigmistery​ @chii2blog​ @the-clown-crypt​ @booklover2929​

        Rufo woke up that morning, a little groggier than usual but it was his first night back home after a longer than usual job.  Of course with coming back he had to make sure his girl had some fresh marks and remind her who she belonged too.  As he woke up he realized that his baby doll wasn’t beside him.  Perhaps she had to get up to use the restroom?  That was always her first prerogative, even at the crack of dawn.  Or she got up early to make them breakfast?  That was something she loved to do when he was back. He swear sometimes she was trying to get him to gain some weight on his bones.  He couldn’t find his shirt that he had worn the night before, but he did pull on his sweatpants so he could walk through the home.  He didn’t bother with his human skin, he didn’t need to when he was at home.  Home. Besides, she always loved his true appearance more.  It was nice to his clowny self instead of having to keep it hidden away.

        He had a pleasant smile on his face when he strolled into the kitchen and that’s where he spotted her.  He had been right on his guess that she was making them breakfast.  Her back was too him and she had some music playing quietly enough that he hadn’t heard it from the bedroom which he could hear she was humming along too.  Dream Lover from Bobby Darin, a personal favorite of the two.  You could even say it was their song, but he wouldn’t say that just yet at least.  She was also wearing his shirt.  It was rather cute since it was so large on her.  It just barely covered her ass, accentuating it nicely.  She had to roll up the sleeves so she could mix the pancake batter that I could see her working on.  A smile grew on his face as he just admired the way she did her little bopping to the song and listened to her as she sang along.  

        As the song ended that’s when he made his move.  He was quiet as he slipped up behind her and then slid his long arms around her waist.  She jumped in his arms, letting out a loud gasp, even a tiny yelp.  He loved those the most.  

       “Did I spook you there doll?  My bad.”  He chuckled by her ear and she gave him a playful swat that was accompanied with a small huff.

        “Rufo, it’s a good thing I wasn’t cooking just yet.  Would have given me a burn.”  He watched her over her shoulder as she got back to stirring. That’s when he let his hand travel down to her hip and lift up the shirt just barely.  His finger then traced over a small rose he had burned into her skin the last time he had visited.  He had wanted to make it clear to her that she was his now.  A little bit of a branding.  He could tell by the touch it had healed well which pleased him.

        “I’ve already done that doll.  I remember you liking it a lot too.”  He let out a laugh as he set the shirt back down and held her tighter. “Whatcha making for us this morning, hm?”

        He could see her cheeks starting to turn pink and even with his hold on her, she managed to fidget a little bit.  Signs she was getting turned on by his light teasing.  He had learned her little ticks and even the bigger ones that really got her going rather quickly.  He enjoyed pushing her buttons, seeing the little reactions on her face. They were cute and they gave him thoughts.  Plenty of thoughts just like now.  Especially as he watched his barely buttoned up shirt on her expose more of her chest as she wiggled.  He could see some of the fresh bites he had placed on her the night before.  They were bruising rather nicely which only made him grin wider.

        “Chocolate chip pancakes.”  Her words were quick as she grabbed the bag of chips to add to the batter.

        “That sounds deliciously sweet doll.”  

        He let her pour a decent amount into the batter and stir it in, letting her get relaxed.  Nothing wrong with a bit of false sense of security.  It only got her more worked up too.  It could make her a little bratty too and needy, but it was too early for that sort of behavior.  With the mixing done and when her hands were free he spun her around.  She couldn’t get much of a gasp out as his mouth met hers in a rough but passionate kiss.  One hand of his cupped the back of her neck and the other hand went to bring up the bottom of the shirt.  Soon her hands were pressed against his chest and he could feel her legs parting already for him.  That made him grin that demented perfect grin of his.  She was always so ready and eager to obey him, he hardly had to lift a finger.

        He pulled away from the kiss and lowered down, making sure to give her breasts that were spilling out a loving nip on top of the existing bites. It made her whine melt into a loud moan. She was so sensitive, just like how he wanted her.  He could feel her hands already slipping into his hair which he always enjoyed.  He finally settled on his knees and as he did he swung one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing herself to him.  No panties which only made him more pleased. She had learned the rules quickly. And she was already dripping wet from the little attention she had been given.

        “What a naughty thing you are baby girl.  I make you cum over and over last night and you’re still eager for me. Probably still sore too but I know you don’t mind.”  One of his hands traveled up her thigh and started to rub over her clit.  She ground into his fingers desperately with her head starting to tilt back.  She quickly brought it back forward since she knew better.  He wanted to see every little detail on her face as he pleased her.

        “O-Of course, Rufo.  You’re the only one who can make me feel s-so good.”  She only stuttered a little and her cheeks were nearly red as apples themselves.

        “Damn right, I am.”  That’s when he slid two fingers into her.  He had plenty of ease with how wet she already was.

         As he started to pump his fingers he ran his tongue over her clit, circling it and sucking on it the way she liked.  He felt her grind on his face and he let her.  It wasn’t exactly lazy morning sex but no reason to be all bite this early in the day.  He also wanted to feel her enjoying herself.  The whines and mewling she made as she tried to get closer to a climax were intoxicating.  That’s when he felt his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants twitch painfully in their constraints.  Sweatpants could only be comfortable for so long.  So he freed himself with his free hand and began to stroke himself with it while keeping up the licks.

        He decided she could cum early and he started to pump his fingers faster, curling them just a little bit so they could get her in all the right places every time.  That really got her going.  Her head thrown back as she cried out.  Her hands firmly gripping and tugging on his hair that made him moan out.  His tongue worked it’s magic and it didn’t take much longer for her to come undone above him.  He had to stop his stroking and hold her hip to keep her steady as she bucked and writhed on his face.  He made sure she was done and coming down from her climax before pulling his fingers out then licking them clean.  He always loved the way she tasted and lost herself into the pleasure he gave her.

        With his fingers clean he gently set her leg down and stood up. Her arms naturally moved around his shoulders as he came up which made it easier as he picked her up.  He had a firm grip on her ass as her legs swung to be around his waist.  They still had a slight shake to them which made him chuckle lowly.  She was still eager despite just having an orgasm.  She couldn’t get enough of him and truth be told, he couldn’t get enough of her either.  It was never enough for him before he had to leave again.  So he took one of the few moments to really enjoy the feeling of sinking her down onto his cock.  Her walls were still pulsing and that made him let out a low growl like groan.

        In the middle of the kitchen he bounced her up and down on his cock. Their foreheads pressed together, half lidded eyes hazed over with lust and passion staring back into the others. Moans, whines, and grunts was all that was heard between the slapping of skin to skin.  Neither of them had even noticed the loud thump on the door when the morning paper hit it.  Nothing outside of the kitchen mattered at that moment.  In between his grunts and huffs he purred sweet words to her, telling her how good she felt around him, that she was his and he would be damned if anyone tried to change that, how much he enjoyed fucking her.  She couldn’t say much back but she hung onto every word, making small attempt to reply which gave him his smirk.  And the more he fucked into her the more her words were getting strained.  She was getting close again and he could feel it.  He could feel himself get close to with the tightness in his balls getting more intense.  That was fine.

        He doubled his efforts and that’s when she let out her screams. Not in pain but in ecstasy as her body rushed to its second climax.  It didn’t take long for her to go over the edge once more, soaking his cock and tightening around it for all her worth.  Her legs that were around his waist squeezed him and stuttered their hold.  That spelled the end for him.  His face turned into a snarl has he slammed her down a few more times before sinking fully into her, letting himself cum inside her.  He rolled his own head back as he bucked up with each pump of his cock, feeling his cum join with her own fluids.  She whimpered softly as she was starting to come down from the sensation again, her head falling onto his shoulder.  He could hear her breathing hard and her heart thumping against his chest.  His beat hard with hers and it was a moment together where everything felt right.  When he felt like his legs could move again he sat her down on the table by them.

       “You get cleaned up real quick doll.  I’ll take over breakfast than we can shower together so we can start our day.”  He planted a soft kiss on her cheek while brushing some hair to the side to tuck it behind her ear.  Her cheeks were even redder than before and even the tip of her ears.  He wish he could just study her face right then.

       She left with a nod and he watched as she went, pleased to watch his cum start to make its way down her leg.  It was one of his favorite sights to see.  He got himself tucked back into the sweatpants after some cleaning on himself and turned his attention to making them some coffee along with their pancakes.  Now he could add to the list of favorites things of her in his shirt.  He made a mental note to leave some behind for her for when he had to leave again.  That made him smile.

[shhhhyoursister]

“you didn’t have to get me anything”

so since this doesnt specify davenzi...... how about a teensy bit of davenzi but mostly the matteo/amira friendship weve all been craving????

When Matteo dials Amira’s number and holds his phone up to his ear, he’s already anticipating the teasing he’s about to endure. He’s preemptively annoyed, but also knows that he has very few options at this point and that Amira would almost definitely be helpful in this specific situation.

“Matteo? What’s up?”

“Uh,” he starts and then pauses, blushing and rubbing at the back of his neck, “I, uh. Need your help with something. Today, if you’re free?”

“Well,” Amira sighs, “I was planning on watching a movie with Omar, but maybe if you tell me what you need my help with, I’ll consider cancelling.” 

He considers his words for a moment before deciding to just say it, and blurts out, “David is taking me to a nice restaurant and I don’t know what to wear. Can you come, like, look through my closet? And help me?”

He hears Amira hum on the other end and can hear the smugness in the noise, and he gets ready to beg before Amira says, “Okay, that’s... actually really sweet, Matteo. When are you guys going?”

“Um,” this is the question that Matteo really didn’t want her to ask, “tonight? In like, four hours?”

“Oh, so you waited until the day of to start looking for an outfit, and realized that most of your wardrobe consists of tee shirts, sweaters, huge jackets, and baggy jeans?”

He rolls his eyes but figures arguing won’t help his case so he resigns, and says, “Yes, exactly. Please, Coach, I don’t... I don’t want to embarrass myself. I’m already going to ‘cause I don’t know how the fuck to eat in a fancy restaurant, but I at least want to look nice.”

Amira laughs before actually aw-ing at him, and she says in a much kinder voice, “Of course, Vollidiot. I’ll be there in 20, okay? I’ll look through and see if we can salvage anything from your closet.”

*****

When Amira gets there she has an expression on her face that’s somewhere between smugness and fondness, and they do their usual handshake before he leads her into his room so she can start looking through his stuff.

“Matteo, even if it isn’t today, can I take you to buy some jeans that actually fit you?”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me with this now though, please?”

“I’m, trying, habibi, but I don’t have much to work with. Oh, actually, how about this shirt?”

Matteo looks over and blushes before collapsing back onto his bed, mumbling into the pillow, “That’s David’s.”

“What? I can’t hear you with your mouth covered, Matteo.”

“I said that shirt is David’s. I can’t wear his shirt out to dinner with him.”

He misses the soft smile that Amira aims in his direction as she carefully hangs the shirt back up. He hears her rustle around in his closet more before she holds up another shirt with a raised eyebrow.

“That one... is also David’s.”

“Okay, I’m sensing a theme here.”

“A theme?”

“Yeah, all the nice stuff in here is actually David’s.”

“Well, yeah, he dresses better than me. We all know this.”

“I know, it just makes my job a little harder. We might....” she trails off, and Matteo pops up from the bed.

“We might what?”

“I think we have to go shopping.”

“No.”

“Okay, your choice. I’m just telling you that I don’t think I can make anything nice out of...this.”

“Maybe I should call Jonas and ask him for help instead.”

“And why do you think that would be a better idea than going shopping?”

“Because he won’t be mean to me.”

“First of all, that’s not true. Second of all, you asked for my help. If you want it, we need to at least get you a nice shirt.”

“What about what I wore to the AbiBall? That was a nice shirt!”

“You mean the AbiBall you went to with David? No, that won’t do. Come on, Matteo, we can go to one store. I’m sure we’ll find something that looks good that you won’t hate.”

Matteo grumbles but gets up and starts putting his shoes on, and Amira smiles as they walk out of the flat and start making their way to the closest clothing store.

“So, where is he taking you?”

“I don’t really know, he said he wants it to be a surprise. Just that it’s nice, and I need to wear more than jeans and a tee shirt.”

“That’s really sweet, Matteo. But, wait. What did you wear on your other dates?”

He blushes again and says quietly, “This is actually the first real date we’re going on.”

“That’s so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Actually, no. I’m helping you so you need to listen to me talk about how happy I am for you. For you both, really.”

Matteo rolls his eyes but bumps his shoulder into Amira’s, offering her a small smile, and she smiles and bumps him back.

“And what about you and Mohammed? You guys are cute, too.”

“Shut up.”

“Hey! Why can you call my relationship cute, but I can’t call yours cute?”

“Because I’m not the one who begged for help picking out an outfit.”

“Okay, I didn’t beg.”

“You would’ve if I had said no.”

“But that didn’t happen, so.”

“Yeah, because I’m an amazing friend.”

As they reach the store, Matteo quietly says, “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

*****

“Matteo, I have picked out five perfectly nice shirts, and at this point I think you’re just trying to be annoying.”

“I’m not!”

“I didn’t realize you were so picky, then.”

“Well, I don’t like the color of that one, David has that shirt, that one is itchy, that one the sleeves are too short, and that one...I just hate.”

“Oh my god, okay,” she pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers as Matteo stands in front of her and pouts, “this is going to be harder than I thought.”

“I’m... gonna cancel. That’s the only way, right? David will understand.”

“He might understand, but he’ll be sad about it.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, so we’re going to keep looking, right?”

“Fuck. Fine, yeah.”

He watches Amira search through the racks, shaking her head at the lack of options. She lifts her head and starts looking around the store, her eyes squinted in concentration. She suddenly smiles and grabs Matteo’s hand, yanking him over to a rack they hadn’t noticed, and she looks through the shirts until she finds Matteo’s size.

“What about this one?”

He stares at the shirt she’s holding up for a moment, tilting his head. He reaches out and rubs the fabric between his fingers, humming at how soft and light the material is. He finally nods, and Amira smiles and shoves him in the direction of the fitting room.

When he steps out a moment later, Amira aws again, and clasps her hands together and brings them up to her chest.

“Matteo, that’s it!”

“Yeah, I like it. It’s comfortable, and it’s a good color. Do you think- uh, never mind.”

“Do I think what?”

Matteo blushes and runs his hand through his hair, “Do you think David will like it?”

She steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles softly before saying, “Matteo, he’s a fool if he doesn’t.”

Matteo scoffs, “He’s a fool no matter what.”

“Yeah, but he’ll be even more of a fool if he doesn’t shower you in praise the second he sees you.”

Matteo grins at her, and she links their arms for a moment before yanking hers back and saying, “Oh, um, I need to get something for Essam while we’re here, actually. Why don’t you go pay and I’ll meet you by the front?”

They separate, Matteo tapping his foot on the line until it’s his turn and he pays, thanking the cashier with a smile. He waits a few minutes before Amira comes over, holding a bag of her own. 

*****

When they get back to Matteo’s flat, he has about an hour before David is meant to be getting there. Amira sits on his couch as he starts grabbing shoes and socks and everything else he’s going to need, but she gets up and stops him once he grabs a pair of pants from his drawer.

“So, I might’ve lied earlier.”

Matteo panics for a moment, asking frantically, “Wait, the shirt isn’t nice? Amira, why the fuck--”

“No, of course not, idiot. The shirt is perfect. But I wasn’t buying stuff for Essam, I might’ve...gotten you a little something. Or two little somethings.”

Matteo blushes at her but smiles as she hands him the bag, saying quietly, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“This is kind of something that I had to get you.”

Matteo opens the bag and starts laughing when he sees two pairs of pants. He takes them out and unfolds them, one a nicer black pair, and one a regular pair of blue jeans.

“How did you know my size? Like my actual size?”

“Well, I looked at the sizes you already had and just... subtracted a few inches. Also, I’ve shopped for Essam before, I have a pretty good grasp on men’s pants sizes. Wear the black ones tonight.”

He grabs the black pair that she points at, and clutches them to his chest, before looking up at her and saying sincerely, “Thanks, Coach. I’ll send you the money for them.”

“Don’t bother, they were on a really good sale. Consider them a gift.”

They smile at each other before Matteo’s phone buzzes and he checks it, his eyes widening.

“Fuck, David is gonna be here in like 20 minutes.”

“Okay okay, just change. I’ll wait out there, but come show me when you’re dressed.”

Matteo changes slowly, smoothing his hands over the new clothes a few times before he feels confident enough to walk outside. Once he does and Amira sees him, she smiles and her eyes light up.

“Oh, Matteo, you look great!”

He stands there awkwardly as she fawns over him. The black pants are a little tighter than he usually wears, but they do actually fit him, which apparently makes a huge difference. The light blue of the short sleeved button up shirt Amira picked out makes his eyes look even brighter, and it fits him without being too tight. 

“We just need to fix your hair and you’ll be good to go!”

“My hair?”

“Yes, Matteo. Your hair.”

She drags him into the bathroom and wets her hands a little, messing with his hair until she’s satisfied, and Matteo looks in the mirror and has to agree that it looks a lot better. They walk back out into the living room and Matteo checks his phone once more, and he squeaks when he sees the time and the text from David.

“Fuck, he’s here!” 

Just then the door buzzes and Amira rushes over to let David in. She runs back and pulls Matteo into a hug, and he smiles and returns it, and when they let go she leans up and kisses him on the cheek. 

“I hope you have a great time, habibi. Text me about it later please.”

“Oh my god I’m not going to do that.”

“Yeah you will.”

Before Matteo can retort, there’s a knock on the door, and Amira grins before rushing to get it. When she opens it, David is standing there wearing a dark gray button up shirt, black pants, and he has a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, Amira? Hi, um. What are you doing here?” He asks in a confused but polite voice, and Matteo can hear Amira laugh as she says, “Don’t worry about it. Have fun, boys!” 

As the door closes Matteo starts worrying a little, smoothing his hand over the shirt again as he hears David’s footsteps echo through the flat. 

“Matteo?”

“Yeah, I’m in here.”

“Why was Amira here? You didn’t forget our date, did you-- oh. Oh wow.”

Matteo blushes when David rounds the corner and spots him, and almost doesn’t process how good David looks over how nervous he is. 

“Uh, hey.”

“Matteo... oh my god, you look so good. When did you get that shirt? And pants that actually fit? Wow, you’re really going all out for me.”

Matteo ignore the slight teasing, instead deciding to walk closer so he can wrap his arms around David’s neck, and David’s hands come to rest on his waist. Touching David makes him a little less nervous, especially when David leans in to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Seriously, babe, you look amazing. I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“You didn’t expect me to look amazing?”

David pinches his side a little and says, “No, that’s not what I mean. I always think you look amazing. I just wasn’t expecting you to get a whole new outfit for this.”

“Well, I may have had some help. But you look great, too. Wow. Are you ready to go?”

David grins before leaning in to press their lips together softly. They kiss until they’re both smiling too much, and kiss for a few seconds after that, until David makes a noise into his mouth and pulls away, an accusatory grin on his face.

“Help? So that’s why Amira was here!”

[pcygoldenchild]

CEO; the C is for Cunt

✨summary: Baekhyun...you mean Mr. B, was somehow always making you perplexed. You never understood why until he got you alone exposing your own secrets to yourself.

✨warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, sexual intercourse

PART 1

You were in Mr. Byun’s house. Like actually in it. And not as an assistant or anything work related. The house was bigger than you expected but very Baekhyun. Although now you weren’t so sure who Baekhyun was. He completely caught you off guard earlier and all you could think about all day was him. And how he knew everything in your journal. Which was embarrassing enough to make you quit but he wouldn’t let you even if you tried.

“Must be thinking hard.” he said startling you. You were sitting on the couch while he went to grab wine or champagne. Whatever it was, you had no clue just knew it was a super fancy long name; Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Rose. Baekhyun’s style.

“What?” you said. You didn’t realize he came back and felt a little embarrassed. Seems to be a common emotion today.

“I’ve called you 3 times while I was standing here and you just stared off into space. What’s on your mind?” he laughed giving you a glass. You took it and let him pour you the expensive looking champagne in a pink bottle. You shrugged your shoulders and took a sip. Taste was exquisitely expensive, of course.

“Maybe I can guess.” he smirked taking a sip. He got up and went to his bag and came back with your journal. He opened it up to a page it looked like he bookmarked.

“Today I had another meeting with Baekhyun. He wore a white suit shirt but no jacket and rolled the sleeves. It’s like he does it on purpose. His arms and hands are so perfect. Imagine going to sleep in his arms and his hands all over you. It’s like dreamland or some shit. But he kept doing this thing with his mouth. His fingers would rub over his bottom lip from time to time while he looked so concentrated. It was fucking hot. But then he’d pout his lips when he was confused. If duality were a person, it would be that fucker. The things I’d do to those lips. He’s probably the most amazing at eating pussy. I’d let him eat my pussy any day.”

As he read, a little bit more of your self chipped away. His smirk as he read your stupid journal made you even more embarrassed. The cushion of this expensive couch could swallow you whole for all you cared. When he was done reading he skimmed over it again before closing it and looking back up at you. You looked away fast and thought to drown yourself in the sweet champagne.

“I’m curious, what would you do with these lips?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and played with your hands in your lap. Why was this so hard? You could write it down but the minute he asks you, you freeze.

“All kinds of things.” you whispered. That was pathetic.

“Such as?” he laughed. He took your shyness as a game and you were just dying of embarrassment.

“Why do I have to say when you can just read the stupid journal?” you whined. He smiled at you and stood up to stand in front of you. You looked up at him and watched him in all his glory.

“I’d rather hear it from your lips.” he said as he unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. You watched him intently and his action made you notice something.

“You are such an asshole. You tease me on purpose. You do the little things that get under my skin on purpose. Well you know what? I know what gets under your skin. All those words in that journal are true. I’d love to have your lips on my clit. Your lips would be eating me out everyday if it were my way. And the thought of doing anything to me drives you crazy doesn’t it? I’m not the only one here who should be feeling frustrated.” you ranted. You were standing now face to face with an attentive Baekhyun. He stood and listened never once opening his mouth until you were done. He licked his bottom lip and nibbled on it. Cocky son of a bitch is really difficult.

“I’m very frustrated. I’ve been frustrated everyday for the past 3 years. You don’t get to talk about frustration. If I had it my way, you’d have been mine from the beginning but you’re very stubborn and would rather write your feelings in a journal than make a move.” he said staring down at you. You didn’t move, didn’t look away from his face. You were in shock. What was happening?

“Frustrated? Tuh. You want to know frustrated sweetheart? This is my frustration of three years.” he said taking your hand and putting it on his extremely hard cock. You flinched once you felt it twitch in your hand. You could feel the blood rushing veins through his pants. He was so incredibly hard and big you swallowed in anticipation.

“Now, back to my question. My lips?” he said squatting down. His hands found home on your knees than you parted slightly yourself without him asking. Your hand guided his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to your core. You were sure he could feel how warm your hand was and how much warmer your pussy was. He followed by bringing his other hand up your thigh to push your skirt up. His eyes traveled up your skin to your black lacy underwear.

“You have to say something. You’re so expressive in your little journal. What do I have to do to hear it from your mouth?” he said freezing to look at you. You are well aware of the fact that he felt your thigh twitch under his hand. Your resolve was breaking and there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it. He was right there and ready to do anything you asked. All you had to do was fucking say it.

“I need your lips on mine.” you whispered. But obviously it wasn’t enough for him. His eyebrow cocked and he just looked at you. The smart ass kissed your thigh right next to where you wanted him most. He smirked without look at you then got up and walked away. He just walked away. You let out a groan and ran your hands over your face. If this was going to happen you could just go home. It was no different from being in the office. But you decided maybe just be a little forward with him. Maybe that will work.

You got up and went to the kitchen where he was. He was eating grapes leaning on the counter looking like a king doing the simplest of things. He watched you sit on the other side of the island and stare at him. You were just trying to think of what to do exactly. He wasn’t making a move either. So you reached over and took a grape. Then he took one and fed it to you. Then you did the same to him. A game.

But the game was cut short when you pulled your panties off and placed them on the counter top. He leaned on his arms on the counter and stared at them. But you weren’t done. You climbed onto the counter and sat before him. His view was of you with your legs spread to him and your hands behind you holding you up. His eyes take in his meal waiting for him but he doesn’t move still.

“You’re so pretty.” is all he said before popping another grape in his mouth. You whined out of habit and felt yourself clench around nothing at an alarmingly fast rate. He stood up straight and pulled your thighs so you were at the edge of the counter.

“Do it again.” he said rubbing his thumbs into your inner thighs. His voice was low and all the tell tale signs of his frustration were evident.

So let’s skip to the good parts shall we? Your whimpers were a trigger to him obviously. And once you did it again, he did not hesitate to strip you. And within a moment he was between your legs. His lips were on you finally. And in your head all you could think of was your journal. The way his lips and tongue played with your cunt was like a dream. He was delicate but rough. He was eating you like he wanted it more than you did. And you were sure he did.

You wanted to tease him, frustrate him. You pulled his hair to make him detach from your core with a pop. You shivered at the loss of feeling but you were already this far. You closed your legs and pushed him up. He looked so adorably confused with his pouty lips covered in your juices. You had to try your hardest not to smile but it was almost impossible.

“Where are you going?” he said in the cutest fucking voice. He was usually so stern now all this cute behavior is destroying you even more.

“I’m leaving.” you lie. You were just leaving the kitchen but you wanted to make him react. Which he did.

“No.” he said grabbing your face and kissing you as a plead not to leave. So you didn’t. You weren’t going to anyways.

He seemed softer, more correct in touching and feeling you. He pushed you back against the steel fridge after pulling your skirt down. The cold surface hit your ass making you grind into him. Your hands were all over the place. Anywhere they could find place on him was where they were. But you wanted his skin and he sensed that. He pulled away from you and rid of his shirt and pants while you rid of your shirt and bra. He was back on you the instant his pants hit the floor.

“Jump.” he commanded and you did. He was surprisingly a lot stronger than you thought he’d be. He held you with ease against the refrigerator as his hips pushed against yours. His frustrated cock wanting you just as much as you wanted him inside you. You reached down between your bodies to grab him, to feel what you’ve been so boldly writing on about every day.

“Say it.” he said suddenly while his lips hovered over yours.

“Those words you wrote over and over again. You don’t have to imagine anymore. Ever.” he continued. He was obviously loving how you confessed to your journal about him. He found it cute and of course it boosted his ego. To have little old you wanting him everyday and living out your fantasies in a book. It pleased him but to an extent.

“Fuck me Baekhyun.” you whispered. His immediate moan after hearing those words made you say it again.

“Please Baekhyun. Fuck me now.” you begged. The thought of it finally happening making you needier. The chance that he stops making your hands hold his neck tighter to you. But he wasn’t going to stop; not now.

He kissed your lips with so much force your head backed into the fridge. It wasn’t hard but you rested against the coldness to heal the burning inside of you. You took the liberty of pushing his briefs down letting his cock free. You didn’t hesitate to take hold of his red tip pushing your thumb on to his slit. He moaned against your lips and you felt him shake a little. Next thing you knew you heard ripping and your underwear were pulled off you. He took your hand away from his cock and you watched him watch you taste his pre cum. He was going crazy and the noises were an indication of that.

In one smooth movement he was deep inside you. Your hole now full, extremely full, with his cock. The fit was perfect. His cock was smooth and thick. And you were so wet and warm for him.

He started thrusting without a break. He was slow for the first three but couldn’t hold himself anymore. Your hold on his shoulders tightened with every thrust. Your eye contact was lethal, you couldn’t look away from each other. The silent moans leaving your parted lips as his lips worshipped your name over and over again. His own hands gripping your thighs tighter everytime he went deeper into you. It didn’t take long to get you to the climaxing cliff.

“Come on baby. I know you want it. Cum for me. Cum all over me. Claim what’s yours.” he breathed out into your mouth. You whimpered as your stomach tightened solely from his words. Your nails dug into his skin as your eyes rolled back once your release came crashing down. Your back arched off the now warm fridge and into his chest. You weren’t one to be quiet when cumming but you literally couldn’t form words, nonetheless sounds. You came around him as he thrusted into you still. Your body shook in his hold. Your eyes pleading him to cum so you could come down from your orgasm.

“Fucking hell. Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to savor this moment.” he moaned. Your head fell against the fridge again as your eyes shut tight because number two was coming. And this time you were welcomed with Baekhyun coming all over your stomach.

“Fuck!” he said as he pulled out of you releasing himself on your stomach. Your body shook from the aftermath of two amazing orgasms. You heard him chuckling as his lips kissed up your neck.

“What’s so funny?” you asked with a hoarse voice. You didn’t even scream not once but the silence was enough to make your throat just as hoarse.

“We haven’t even done anything in your journal yet. Looks like you’ve got some more writing to do.” he smirked.

[ladyanatui]

Who Wears the Pants *A Daiken Fic*

Daisuke can't seem to keep his pants on. Even in freezing weather.

Day #9 of the Digimon OTP Advent Challenge 2019: Shiver

AO3 | FF.Net

Ken's school let out early today, and the sixteen-year-old decided to take the train to Odaiba to surprise his boyfriend with an impromptu date. Daisuke loved surprises, and as long as he was the one doing the surprising, Ken did too.

Naturally, Ken arrived early. His private school in Tamachi had released at noon, but with a couple hours until Odaiba released, he walked around a few nearby shops.

The weather had turned cold—particularly cold even in winter—and even going in and out of shops, Ken was shivering by the time he waited outside of Odaiba High for his spiky-haired boyfriend to emerge in a throng of teens wearing iconic sky-blue blazers. Of course, most of those blazers would be hidden away under winter coats, but Ken wasn't so sure Daisuke would adhere to logic.

The bell rang, but Ken didn't move from his perch on the wall near the main exit, cell phone in hand just in case they missed each other.

He had no need to worry, though. Daisuke wasn't easy to miss when he stormed out of the building, pushing his way through a slow-moving group of first years and laughing hysterically, something clutched tight against his abdomen. It was no surprise when Takeru ran after him, his blond hair particularly messy, followed shortly by Hikari, Miyako, and Iori, snickering as they walked together.

Ken slipped off the wall, bundling his coat tighter and trying not to tremble.

And true to form, Daisuke noticed Ken the moment he moved. His face instantly brightened, and he veered in his boyfriend's direction, nearly knocking over a pair of his classmates in the process. He didn't slow down when he reached Ken, didn't hesitate before launching the full force of his body onto him, and Ken was thrown to the ground with his giant puppy of a boyfriend on top of him, kissing him with all his might.

"That's cheating," cried Takeru as he stumbled to a stop beside the pair on the cold, hard ground. "You can't use your boyfriend as your home base."

Daisuke's only response was to pull back enough to chuck the crumpled material between them at Takeru's face before diving back in for another kiss. Said crumpled material, which Daisuke had kept close after stealing it right off his blond friend's head, was Takeru's newest hat.

Hikari, Miyako, and Iori reached the group and paused behind Takeru, who sloppily yanked his hat back over his head, grumbling all the while. But it was only when it became apparent Daisuke didn't need oxygen to breathe that the complaints began.

With a sheepish grin—all pleasant and apologetic but not actually sorry for glomping him—Daisuke helped Ken to his feet. "What're you doing here?"

Ken barely managed to gather himself together. "Surprise?" he offered, cheeks flushed. His body was trembling, but it wasn't from the cold anymore.

No, despite the fact that his boyfriend wasn't wearing anything over his dark-blue sweater-vest over his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbows, tie mysteriously gone, Daisuke simply radiated heat with enough force to rival the sun itself. And when he grinned like he did at Ken's one-word response, the warmth increased tenfold.

Blush intensified, Ken turned to the other to pay his respects—it had nothing to do with trying to distract himself from the way his boyfriend's ridiculous grin dug under his skin and seeped into his very bones, not at all.

Takeru, a new denim hat with a wide brim forced too far down on his head, looked just as irritated as when he'd come running out of the building, but he chatted with Hikari, Miyako, and Iori amicably nonetheless. But the moment they realized the very public make-out session was finally over, they turned to greet him as well.

"Hello," Ken said in his quiet voice, and a small smile spread across his face.

"Hey, Ken!" Miyako greeted happily.

"Class out early?" Takeru asked.

He nodded. "Yes, we had a half day for the teachers to—"

Well, nothing beyond that was really important because then Ken's vision was blocked by dark material that landed haphazardly over the top of his head.

"Daisuke!" the group chorused.

Ken shook his head and scowled at the dark-gray cloth that landed at his feet. "Daisuke," he said, voice low, "why in the world are you throwing your pants at me?"

"In public," Miyako added, indignant.

Hikari sighed, exasperated. "Can you really not wait ten minutes to change at home, Daisuke-kun?"

But Daisuke just laughed as he turned to his boyfriend to fix his now messy hair. "Gomen, gomen. I got over-excited."

Ken shot him a glare, but per usual, he remained unfazed, totally unaware of the double entendre.

At least, underneath his uniform pants, Daisuke managed to wear a pair of dark-khaki shorts. No one understood how he could fit them comfortably under the dark-gray slacks, but no one could argue with Daisuke when it came to logic. Mostly because Daisuke defied logic at all costs.

"Sure, over-excited." Takeru snorted. "If this didn't happen every damn day, I'm not sure you should apologize for not being able to keep your pants on around your boyfriend."

Daisuke's face turned a dark scarlet. Finally, he understood. "Shut up, Takeru! At least I have a boyfriend."

The blond raised an eyebrow—he and Hikari had been dating for nearly as long as Ken and Daisuke. "At least I can keep my clothes on in public."

"I'm still wearing clothes, baka!"

"Half your uniform is missing." Takeru crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't go half a day without losing some part of it, but you manage to wear those dumb shorts under your pants."

Daisuke jutted out his bottom lip. "Pants are dumb. I don't see why we have to wear uniforms anyway."

"I bet you couldn't go a whole day without losing even one article of clothing," Takeru challenged.

Flustered, Daisuke spluttered to answer, but everyone knew he couldn't really argue against that. He hadn't managed it yet.

Ken sighed as he leaned down to grab the dark gray pants, buttons undone all along the sides from Daisuke tearing them off. "Really, Dai, we're second years. You've had to wear a uniform for over four years now. How is this still a problem?"

His boyfriend continued to pout.

To be fair, Ken probably should've commended his dedication to the quote-unquote cause. When his attempts to get away with wearing his favored cargo shorts during class were thwarted, Daisuke devoted hours upon hours every week to learning how to sew so he could alter the uniform pants.

His first plan was simply cutting off the bottom half of the pants and reattaching them with buttons, but then he was still stuck wearing slacks. That didn't last long.

After that, he discovered the idea of converting the uniform pants to tear-away pants, but that required him to further develop his sewing skills. Which he did, of course, and without complaint. And that means a lot when it comes to Daisuke. Eventually, he managed it—and then the struggle was finding shorts that fit underneath. Most of his shorts at the time were too bulky and obvious if he managed to fit them under the pants at all.

He had since mastered the whole affair, though. Obviously.

And really, how much could Ken complain about his boyfriend just tearing off his pants in one stroke?

Oh, yeah. Perhaps the fact that he did it in public and rarely even front of him. That was somewhat disheartening. Ken would much prefer it if Daisuke kept his ridiculous stripping habit in private. Preferably in Ken's bedroom.

Miyako snorted. "Don't tease him too much, guys." Not that her voice was any less teasing. "For all we know, he might declare another war on pants."

Iori shook his head, eyes wide. "No. Not again."

Miyako was now all-out laughing. "But it was great! He only got suspended thirteen times for refusing to wear them that first year."

"Fifteen," Ken automatically corrected. The current uniform pants were now folded neatly in his arms. "And why am I always the one having to fold these stupid things?"

Scratching the back of his neck, Daisuke simply grinned, but he accepted the folded pants and slid them into his backpack with grateful eyes.

Takeru raised an eyebrow. "How are you the one always cleaning up his messes? You're usually not out of class yet when he starts throwing clothes around."

Heat rose to Ken's cheeks.

It probably had something to do with the fact that Daisuke met him after school every single day, and they usually wound up doing homework and, ahem, hanging out at his apartment in Tamachi. Of course, Daisuke getting out his schoolwork always meant tossing the no-longer-worn pants out of his backpack, and Ken folded them for him every time. Daisuke always called him anal as he did it, but he also added how incredibly cute he was, and…well, they usually didn't get much homework done after that.

Daisuke slung an arm around Ken's waist and tugged him close. "If all goes well, he'll be cleaning up my messes for years to come."

Ken frowned. "That's…" He sighed. "That's a very nice sentiment."

Not very practical, mind you, but definitely a nice sentiment. Ken definitely preferred to think of their relationship in the long term as well, but he didn't necessarily envision himself being a perfect housewife who did all the housework.

Perhaps he wasn't being very practical either, though. He'd seen Daisuke's room in its natural state far too often.

And yes, folding.

Ken was pretty sure Daisuke didn't even know how to fold laundry.

When he shook his head at the thought, his teeth chattered.

"You okay?" Suddenly, Daisuke was in his face, worry lines creasing his forehead, and he tutted. "You're wearing like ten sweaters and a huge scarf. How are you still cold, Ken-chan?" Then, he turned to the others to give them a wave. "Later!"

They ignored the chorus of goodbyes in favor of Daisuke wrapping his arm around his shivering boyfriend and leading them toward the Motomiya apartment.

Ken sighed, snuggling closer to his boyfriend's heat. "You could at least have the decency to pretend to be a normal human being and wear pants when it's this damn cold like the rest of us," he said, burying his face in his scarf.

But Daisuke laughed. "What're you talking about? It's not that cold. But you know…" His voice took on a particular tone that sent a completely different kind of shiver down Ken's spine. "I could warm you up. It's not like anyone's home right now."

Ken pressed closer. Yes, that sounded like the perfect way to rid his body of this chill.

[h-styles-babes]

No Control | Chapter Twenty-Seven

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

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*Gif is not mine.*

TWENTY-SEVEN

Harry

My fingers drum nervously against the steering wheel as we make the drive to Holmes Chapel. The drumming isn’t even in time to the beat of the music that’s coming through the radio, which is pissing me off, but I can’t help the nervous ticking. I’ve only got my left had on the wheel, my right tugging against my bottom lip, a nervous habit I think I picked up from one of the lads at some point, but now I can’t stop. Micky is sat in the seat beside me looking out the window. She’s got her own lip secured between her teeth, a habit I find way too endearing and downright filthy in the best situations, but right now, I know it’s her nervous energy, too. 

She’s expressed her concerns about my mum disliking her for getting pregnant and Gemma completely shitting on her—which, knowing Gem, is entirely possible (might have to do some begging when we get there). I’ve tried my best to assuage her fears, letting her know that my mum will be a bit concerned that I’m going to be a dad, but ultimately loving because she’s finally going to get a grandchild. My mother, I know, will be in the same vain as Micky’s; to her, all babies should be celebrated and worth getting excited over because they’re a blessing. She may be a bit disappointed about this being the situation that brought her her first grandchild, but she would never do anything but welcome them with open arms and a loving heart. And she’d love Micky in the midst of it just as much. I’m convinced she fell in love with Micky faster than I did.

And with that thought, I choke on my own saliva, causing a coughing fit that has my face heating. I’ve never even let myself think about the possibility that I actually fell in love with Micky back in August. We were only together for about two weeks, and we talked off and on for only a month and a half afterward. Never would I have thought that that was a long enough time to fall in love with someone. I knew what I felt for her was strong and it filled my heart and made me warm, but I had always just assumed that was because of the whirlwind our romance was. She gave herself to me so easily, and I to her, that I just thought we grew comfortable with each other more quickly than most other people. This isn’t the first time that the thought of love has flit across my mind—because I do love her in a sense that I love all my friends—but this is the first time that my subconscious and conscious mind has admitted to being in love with her.  

“You alright, H?” Micky asks, obvious concern for my sudden coughing fit etched across her face. She pulls the water bottle I’ve brought along in the center console and opens the cap. I thank her with a nod as she hands it to me.

I cough a few more times before nodding and handing the bottle back. “Choked on my own spit,” I admit.

Micky giggles, the tinkling of it starting off gentle before building into a more belly-like sound. “The man who can hold a note for, like, an unreasonably long time and sound amazing just choked on his own spit while not even talking.”

“Shut it,” I huff, my throat still sort of rough. She continues giggling though, and I think it’s the first time I’ve heard her sound so happy since we’ve been in each other’s presence again. Despite the grey overcast of the day outside and the light mist of rain that’s ever-present in the winter in England, her smile seems to brighten the atmosphere, and I swear her laugh is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. While I’m still freaking out over telling my family about the baby, hearing how happy she sounds in this moment makes me think that maybe everything will be okay.

My mum’s house looks extremely welcoming despite the absolute gloom surrounding it. It’s something you get used to in England, though, and the dreariest, most miserable of days can seem like a warm hug after spending so much time somewhere foreign that doesn’t see a lot of rain. Living in LA is nice, don’t get me wrong, and I appreciate the change of pace from living my whole life in the UK, but I miss home more than I admit to anyone, even myself. Even these short trips back make me feel a lot better.

“I’m gonna have a fucking panic attack,” Micky mutters. I can see her hands shaking as she reaches to undo her seatbelt, and I wrap my hand around hers.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Mum and Robin won’t be bad and Gem’s not here yet,” I tell her, gesturing at the drive. “Mum won’t let her get too bad, either.”

Her chest heaves with a deep breath before giving me one resolute nod and undoing her belt. I flash her what I hope is a reassuring smile—even though I’m not feeling particularly assured myself—before getting out of the car and going around to open her door. I take her purse from her first, where I know she’s got some of her scans in case my mum wants to see them, and then grip below her elbow to help her up. The SUV is sort of high and the cement is slippery, so I make sure she’s steady on her feet as she steps down. 

She looks really cute today in her plaid button down dress, black tights, black boots, and jean jacket with leather sleeves. She looks comfortable while still fashionable, and I like the way the dress hugs the curve of her swollen belly. I don’t really know where or when I got my little love for pregnant women, but it’s only amplified ten fold now that the pregnant woman in question is Micky.

When she steps down and slams the car door closed behind her, she smiles up at me, the grin a little timid but I can tell she’s trying to reassure herself as much as she’s trying to reassure me. I wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her into my chest, resting my chin atop her head. I feel her fists clench into the material of my jumper underneath my jacket as she nuzzles her face into my neck. Her boots have a bit of a heel on them, putting her at the perfect height to bury her cold nose against the warmth of my throat. 

“Gonna be okay,” I reiterate. I press one more kiss to her forehead and then give her a little squeeze. “Gotta head in, babe. Get this over with.”

“Ripping off a plaster,” she sighs. 

Scariest plaster I’ve ever had to rip off.

I keep a hand gripped around her’s as we walk up to the front door, partly to make sure she doesn’t slip and fall, but mostly because I like the silent support I can feel in the way her fingers squeeze mine just a little tighter when I place my other hand on the doorknob. One last deep breath and I twist it open. The familiar scent of my mum’s house soothes my frazzled nerves just enough that I don’t get physically sick when I hear her voice calling my name.

“Hi, Mum,” I call back, and I can hear the clattering of dishes in the kitchen. The scent of pancakes is thick in the air, but I can’t really appreciate it with the way my stomach is churning. 

“Oh, Harry, darling.” Her slippered feet make a shuffling sound against the hardwood floors, and my chest tightens with the anticipation and anxiety. Micky pulls to remove her hand from mine, but I need her right now more than ever, so I tighten my grip. I think she understands my plight, because she rubs my back with her other hand in big, comforting circles. 

When my mum emerges from around the corner, there’s a massive grin on her face, happy as I’ve ever seen her. I was in town only a few weeks ago, but I had given her the impression that I’d be spending a lot more time in America now, considering Jeff was there and I sort of had to be close by in order to figure out what my next moves with my career are without flying him back and forth all the time. When I’d called to tell her I’d be out for the weekend on short notice, she was a little surprised, but she had been excited, obviously.

The smile quickly drops into a confused little frown.

“Micky?” she sort of gasps. The way Mick is half stood behind me, I don’t think my mum can see any of her stomach, and the way her dress drapes doesn’t make it immediately obvious that she’s pregnant.

I very nearly hear Mick swallow nervously before answering. “Hi, Anne. Good to see you.” Her voice is shaky, and the hand that was once rubbing soothing circles is now shaking against the crook of the small of my back. 

“Haven’t seen you in forever, sweetheart.” The stunned look falls from my mum’s face, and another smile takes over. I hadn’t been lying to Micky when I told her my mother had missed her nearly as much as I had in her absence. Mum is still convinced that Micky and I are destined to be together, or something just as dramatic, so I’m sure she’s just chuffed that the girl is now standing in her home. “Harry, you didn’t tell me you’d gotten back into contact with her.”

Her scold is light but very tangible with the raise of her eyebrows. I grimace slightly at being called out for not telling her sooner, but I hadn’t really known what to say. I couldn’t really bring up running into Micky without bringing up the pregnancy, and that was definitely not something I would ever tell my mother over the phone. She’d have my head if I did that, and I quite like it sat where it is. 

“Wanted to surprise you,” I answer in a half-hearted excuse. She scowls but shuffles forward, pulling me into a hug that separates Mick and me. 

“Well, consider me surprised,” she chuckles, though she pinches my arm as we pull away. 

I pout at her before recovering. 

I take a deep breath before blurting, “I actually have to tell you something.” Holding me at arm’s length by my shoulders, Mum looks over my face. I’m sure she can see the fear written all over it and the concern in my eyes. My heart is thundering in my chest at having to tell her, but I know I should do it now before she figures it out for herself. In this moment, I think telling her over the phone might have been a good idea after all, because I swear I’m about to vomit all over the floor. 

“What is it, then?” she asks, and there’s an anxiousness in her voice that I think she’s getting from the look on my face. Her eyes dart between mine and Micky’s, settling back on mine. 

I try to cough away the lump in my throat, but it just won’t go away. The tightening my chest from earlier is back with a vengeance, and I know that I’m only seconds away from crying. And not like the little misty eyed I got at the Bennett’s home last night while talking to Cindy, but like full blown tears running down my face and snot leaking from my nose. Something about being in my mother’s house and having to tell her that I got a girl pregnant is making me revert back to a little kid. I’ve always been most comfortable crying in my mum’s presence if I can’t be alone, and the way she’s looking at me with such unconditional love makes it impossible for me not to.

“Fuck,” I curse softly as I feel the first tears slip down my face. I wipe hastily at them with the sleeve of my jacket and sniffle back the running of my nose that’s already kicked up. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” There’s legitimate concern washing over her features, and now I just feel bad for making her think something awful has happened.

‘Fuck it,’ I think. No amount of beating around the bush or prolonging is going to make this situation any better.

“Micky’s pregnant.”

Mum’s mouth drops open in shock, and her hands kind of trail down my arms as she drops them by her side. She’s looking at me, her eyes searching my face for something I’m not aware of. I hear Micky shuffle behind me, her boots clattering lightly against the floor. That draws Mum’s attention, because her eyes flit over to Mick, and I see the moment she realizes just how pregnant Micky is in her eyes. 

She closes her mouth and the surprised look turns into something softer and motherly that I like seeing a lot more than her astonishment. 

“Come here, darling,” Mum beckons, holding out a hand to Micky. It’s not until I hear a sniffle that I realize she’s crying as well, and Mum is quick to pull her into a hug, one hand running soothing circuits on her back and the other petting down her hair. “It’s alright, honey. No need to cry. Either of you.” Her eyes dart to mine, a somber smile on her face.

Micky mumbles out an apology, but Mum shushes her. “None of that, love.” She turns her attention to me again. “Did they know?”

Without question, I know she’s talking about the people in management. Mum had always been apprehensive to our contracts and she’d never trusted Modest. When I’d told her what Grimmy told me about them basically forcing Micky and me apart, she hadn’t been surprised. 

I shake my head with a shrug. “Don’t think so.”

Mum sighs and Micky pulls out of the hug, wiping her fingers under her eyes to get rid of tears. Micky draws in a hiccuping breath, so I pull her to me and tuck her into my side. Mum eyes me in question but I brush it off. I’ll answer any questions she has later. 

“Let’s go sit and talk, have a cuppa. Then I have lots of questions about my grandchild.” She smiles brightly and I think it eases Mick a bit, because I feel her shoulders relax. 

I lead Mick into the kitchen after my mum. Robin is at the stove tending to popping bacon and cooking sausages. He turns and greets us with a smile as we file in and pulls both Micky and I in a hug. He must have overheard our conversation in the other room, because he doesn’t say a word or make an expression of surprise.

I help Micky into a chair at the table as my mum gets some tea together. “You alright?” I ask in a hushed tone.

Her bottom lip is bitten between her teeth as she looks up at me. I tuck a stray stand of hair behind her ear as I await her answer.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m okay. Parents took it well.”

“Told you they would.”

“Still not looking forward to telling your sister.”

“Neither am I,” I agree. I drop a kiss to the top of her head and then take my own seat beside her as Mum comes in with the tea. 

I pour mine and Micky’s cups as Mum and Robin sit down. The flames on the stove have been turned off, so I’m assuming most everything is done and we’re just waiting for my sister to get here to eat. 

“When did you two start talking again?” Mum asks as she plops some cream in her tea. 

“I ran into her in LA about a week ago,” I answer.

“You’re in LA now, dear?” 

Micky nods. “Yeah, finished school a semester early and got a job at the Children’s Hospital in LA.”

“Well that’s fantastic. They’re gonna be able to give you the time off when the baby arrives?”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem.”
 “And when are you due, sweetheart?” The warm smile on my mum’s face is reassuring, and the excitement in her eyes despite how heavy the announcement was is like a weight off my shoulders. I always knew my mum was accepting and beyond wonderful, but witnessing it in the most stressful moment in my life is more than I could have ever imagined.

Mum and Micky talk baby details, and I can see the anxiety and stress slowly melt off of Micky as the ease between her and Mum deepens. I can’t help my own smile at knowing Micky’s fears have been put to rest as far as my parents have gone. Robin, if possible, is even more relaxed about the situation than my mother. When Micky tells Mum that the baby is a girl, I see her eyes water as she smiles widely. She quiet for a few moments before essentially squealing about a granddaughter she’ll get to spoil. Mum would’ve been happy with a girl or boy, but she’s always claimed that it’s so much more fun to dress up a little girl, so I know she’s particularly excited about that. 

“Have you guys talked about names yet?” Mum asks as she pours herself another cup after having refilled Micky’s as well.

“No, not really,” I shrug. Beside the brief exchange when we decided the baby would have my last name, there hasn’t been discussion about it.

“Trev’s been getting on my arse about that,” Micky huffs with a roll of her eyes. “Says he’s gonna fill out the birth certificate paperwork himself if we can’t get it together soon. Told him we’d at least talk about it during this trip.”

“We haven’t talked about it yet,” I point out.

“We haven’t had time,” she shrugs.

“Well, do you have any ideas?” I ask. I’ve never been at the point in my life where I ever gave any serious consideration to what I’d name my future children. I made the mistake once of saying in an interview that I liked the name Darcy for a girl, but I was seventeen when I said that and it’s not something I’d even consider now. 

“I like unique names, but nothing outrageous,” Micky ponders. “I actually really like traditionally boy names for little girls. And not just because my name is technically a boy’s name.”

My mum coos. “Oh, I love that. I think it’s adorable.”

“And it’ll make her a badass when she gets older,” I smirk. “Ryan Reynolds named his daughter James.”

“See, like that. I think it’s so cool,” Micky agrees. 

Mum and Robin start throwing out different names, and I find a paper pad and a pen to start jotting them down on, otherwise I’m sure Micky and I will forget. I quickly veto a few of the suggestions that are made, and Micky laughs at the face I make when I hear them. Some traditionally female names are thrown in as well, but I brush aside ones that are a little too familiar to me. I’m not naming my daughter after anyone I’ve dated or anyone I’m close friends with. Micky has a few as well that she vehemently shakes her head at when they’re said, and I can only imagine it’s for the same reasons. 

We’re all laughing over one of Robin’s suggestions that just sounds awful, after he claimed it was an old fashioned name that used to be very popular, when we hear the front door open. I hear Gem’s voice call over the raucous of our laughter.

“What are you lot giggling like school girls over?” she asks, a smile apparent in her tone. The clack of her shoes against the flooring causes Micky to stiffen in the seat next to me, already preparing herself for the storm we both know my sister is bound to be when she finds out why we’re here. 

I grab onto her hand and run circles over her knuckles with my thumb, trying to offer her some sort of support. Her fingers squeeze mine in her nervousness as Gemma emerges in the kitchen, her boyfriend Michal right behind her. She’s all bright smiles as she walks in, Michal’s hand in her’s as my mum greets her. When Gem see’s me, her smile gets wider, but as her eyes slip to the side to see who our guest is, it drops instantly and her eyes narrow into a glare.

“What is she doing here? Thought you dropped her, Haz.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

[irish-nlessing]

Ooh alright! How about 3 or 21? (prompts)

21. Hey, have you seen the…..oh

A/N: For my dear dear friend Christina who attacked me with this image while I was trying to do a five hour drive home in a rain storm.  @dibsonthat1d

The past two weeks had been out of control.  Ever since Niall had released “Slow Hands” your life had been turned upside down.  From the moment you first heard it you knew it would be a hit for him - a departure from “This Town”, but still distinctly “Niall”.  After the initial furor had died down Niall jumped immediately into promo.  Suitcases were packed.  Guitars were in their cases.  Itineraries were printed out.  You’d known this was going to happen, Niall’s team had his schedule planned months ago.  But knowing something is coming doesn’t necessarily take the sting out the actual event when it finally happens.

The day had finally arrived.  Niall had finished his California shows and was headed out for another round of radio shows across the country.  Even though the weeks would go by quickly, you’d gotten used to having him home.  Even if he was doing ten or twelve hour days in the studio he was still waking up next to you and that made all the difference. Instead of dwelling on the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach as the front door clicked behind him, you decided to treat yourself to a hot bath and maybe a mani-pedi.  Anything to take your mind off how quiet the huge house had suddenly become.

You padded across the sprawling kitchen and up the steps to the master suite.  Ditching your jean shorts and tank in the hamper, you spied one of Niall’s shirts slung over the door handle to the closet.  It was the white linen button down you’d gotten him for Christmas.  You’d bought it on a whim for him from an eclectic little shop down in the valley.  It was perfect for LA, soft and light, making the blue in his eyes burn bright.  Clad in only your panties you swiped it off the handle and slipped your arms through the sleeves.  It still smelled like his cologne.  You pushed one of the buttons through the buttonhole to keep it closed and tucked your chin into the collar to nuzzle the fabric.  It was the closest thing you had at the moment to being in his arms again.  

Swinging your hips a bit, you hummed to yourself as you sorted some laundry on the bed and looked for a clean towel.  Without even realizing it, you started belting out the words to Slow Hands.  Dragging your fingers down the front of your shirt, your nipples pebbled under the thin fabric of Niall’s shirt.  You even added in the “Woo!” along with a shake of your ass.  Just as you started to hit the bridge and start singing about your fingertips and the show they were going to put on, a very familiar voice sounded from behind you.

“Hey, have you seen the….oh!”

You screamed and spun around, shocked to see Niall with his long arms spread across the door frame, eyes wide, and mouth parted.  You clutched at your chest and tried to slow your heart rate.  The surge of adrenaline started to subside and you dropped your arms to your sides.  “You scared the shit outta me!  What’re you doing back?”

You watched as his gaze trailed up your bare legs, his throat bobbing as his eyes scanned up your torso and across your chest.  “Forgot the box with my guitar pedals in it.”  Taking a step into the room he tossed the grey paddy cap onto the side table and pulled his white henley over his head.  You were still frozen in place, standing next to the bed with your arms hanging limply at your sides.  Niall stepped in front of you and let the backs of his enormous hands just barely skim the front of your body.  “Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy in my life.  Shaking your cute little arse to one of my songs.  So fuckin’ hot.”  You let out a shaky breath and gripped onto his bare shoulders, molding your lips onto his.  His tongue swept against your lips, hot and sweet, begging to tangle with your own.  You moaned into the kiss as he turned and pulled you against his chest.  When his legs hit the mattress he sat in a heap and you wavered in between his legs and tried to steady yourself. His fingers trailed across the hem of your panties that were peeking out from under the open buttons of your shirt.  “Always gets me goin’ when you wear my clothes ya know.”

You smiled and tucked your lip in your mouth.  Pushing him back slightly so he was resting on his elbows you tugged at the button of his dark jeans.  They popped open easily and you shimmied them off his thin legs leaving him in only a dark pair of boxers.  You could see the outline of his cock, already hard and leaking, leaving a wet spot on the front of his shorts.  Seeing how turned on his was for you only made the heat pool in your center more intensely.  You kneeled on the bed and straddled his waist, rocking in slow circles over his length.  

“You’re not weirded out - hearing me sing your own lyrics?”

Niall’s head lolled against his shoulder with the tip of his tongue trapped in his teeth as you rocked back and forth over his bulge.  He sat up so you were pressed together and gripped the flesh of your hips, pulling you harshly against his hips you keened at the friction against your throbbing clit.  Prickles of sweat cropped up across your flesh as your skin began to burn with want.

“Course not.  Who do ya think I wrote them about?”

You smiled against his lips and pressed small kisses across his lips while you slipped the button open on your shirt.  The soft material slipped over your shoulders exposing your chest.  The coarse hair scattered across Niall’s chest prickled against the sensitive skin of your breasts.  Your panties were wrecked by this point - soaked through with your arousal and clinging to your skin.  You leaned back and rolled your hips forward.  Your back arched and opened up the plane of your chest making the soft light from the bedside table flash across your skin.

“I hate it when you leave, Ni.  Just skip the shows, stay home with me.”  Your voice was pleading, asking for things you knew he couldn’t give.  He pressed his palm over your heart, his long fingers grazing across the base of your throat.

“Don’t wanna ever leave, babe.  But it’s my job - you know that.  Besides, you’d skin me alive if I stayed home too long.  Be bouncin’ off the walls and driving ya mad.”

You breathed out a laugh and tipped your forehead down meeting his gaze.  

His lips spread in a wide smile.  “There she is, there’s my sunshine.  Always want ya to be happy, love.”

Niall covered your mouth with his own, deepening the kiss right away.  He lifted his hips up and managed to shuffle his boxers off.  You could feel the hot, hard length of his cock pressing up into your thigh with the dribbles of precum smearing against your skin.  Niall cupped your sex and pulled your panties to the side.  You lifted your hips slightly and felt the tip of his length start to sheath itself inside you.  You let out a whine as you stretched around him and sank down until he was buried deep inside you.  Instead of thrusting up into you Niall was sat completely still, dragging in lungfuls of air.

“Fuck.  Fuck, feels so good inside ya.  Gimme a second, want t’last for ya.”

You let your hands roam his shoulders while you traced the smattering of freckles littered across his neck with your tongue.  When he finally started to move it wasn’t the harsh thrusts you expected with how worked up he was.  Instead he held you close and rocked his hips into you.  You could feel the tip of him deep inside your core massaging your g-spot.  You gripped your nails into his broad shoulders and started to bounce up and down on his cock in a desperate attempt to feel his length drag along your walls.  The coil in your belly was starting to unravel faster than it ever had before.  You slid your hand down your belly to where your bodies were joined and started rubbing fast circles against your aching clit.  Niall let out a strangled cry and maneuvered you onto your back against the duvet.  He pulled out and slipped down between your legs before you even had the chance to cry out about the empty feeling between your legs.

He hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them frantically off your legs. “Wasn’t gonna last if I had to watch you touch yourself like that. Lemme taste you.” He dipped his head down and nudged at your clit with his nose while he dragged his tongue through your folds. All you could do was whimper and grip the duvet tighter and tighter. He licked and sucked and flicked all over every centimeter of your soaking heat. When he finally latched into your clit and slid three of his fingers inside you, you completely fell to pieces. He worked you through your release as your body clenched and relaxed under him.

You could only babble and whimper as he pulled off of you, wiping away the leaking mess on his chin. He wrapped his hand around his cock, the purple tip shining and nearly ready to burst. He lined himself up and thrust back inside your swollen center, both of you crying out. You wrapped your legs around his hips trying to draw him into you as close as possible. He gripped onto your hand and laced his fingers with yours, trapping your arm above your head.  Burying his face into the crook of your neck he lost himself in you, whispering over and over with each thrust, “Sunshine, love you, love you so much.”

When you felt the muscles in his back go taut as a bow string you knew he was close.  With another thrust he cried out your name and sunk his teeth into your shoulder.  You cried out at the sharp sting of his teeth and the soothing pulse of him emptying inside of you.  

He stilled and rolled away, pulling you on top of his chest.  Your hair splayed across his body, damp and tangled from being pressed into the pillows.  The only sounds in the room were your heaving breaths and the soft hum of the fan blades whirring above you.  

You were the first to break the silence.  Your voice rough and low from how dry your throat had gotten.  

“Niall?”

“Yeah sunshine?”

“You wrote a really fucking good song.”

He belted out a laugh and pulled you closer.

“You gave me a really fucking good reason to.”

[roommateofmyimagination-blog]

Chapter 11.5: The Kit Goes on a Date!

«Gabe»

My fingers fly across the keyboard as I work on a paper for my English class. Why do things have to be so simple now? I remember when I use to struggle writing papers, now it’s just a breeze. I pause, lean back in my desk chair and try to grab my water bottle off my dresser. Putting my foot here and making the chair tip to just enough of an angle I'll be able to grab my water bottle, not a problem. I take my hair band out that’s holding my blonde hair back and then push it back once more so it’s sitting tighter on my head. Placing my foot on the edge of the desk I lean the seat onto its back legs and reach for the water bottle.

“You really sure it’s going to work this time?” Warin my red fox questions me. I can feel his eyes on the back of my head.

“It’s going to, I placed my water bottle in the perfect position for this to work,” I answer paying him no other mind.

“THERE’S A MATCH!” My younger brother yells as my door slams open.

“Woah,” my jumping from the sudden loud noise causes me to push a bit too hard on the desk and me and the chair go crashing to the floor. My head slams down on my arm and my feet are in the air. It’s like he fucking knew this was going to happen…bastard.

“Dude, you okay?” I look up to see Kane, Yori’s roommate poking his head into my single of a room.

“I’m fine just miscalculated the possibility of you two charging into the room and making my jump to throw off my balance is all,” I groan as I continue laying there on the floor. I roll onto my back and look up at the two of them, “So, what is there a match about?” I sigh.

“We signed you up for a local dating app and you got a hit!” Yori exclaimed showing me his phone.

I sit up and look at it. The app seems simple enough. Just a basic profile and then people in the area who are also looking for a possible suitable match do the same. The profile bubble on it was a side view of me working on my computer. I don’t remember Yori taking that picture of me. “Why did you sign me up for something like this?”

“Because you need to get out there more and live a little!” Kane spoke up first. I get out plenty because of a certain someone who finds enjoyment in kicking me in the side, who just so happens to be in a cute fox form and laying on my bed, thank you.

“What if I don’t want to?” I raise an eyebrow.

“You’re not getting out of this. The dates already set up for Red Robin at six,” Yori states.

“So, you have time to get ready! And we’ll be driving you so you don’t flake out.” I open my mouth to speak but Kane keeps going, “Don’t even think about locking us out, I’ll break in.” Considering that the locks here are child’s play anyone can break into these rooms if they have the proper kit to do so.

“Don’t’ you dare break down my door,” I hiss at him.

“Good, then we’re on the same page! Finish that paper of yours and then get ready!” Kane gave me a thumbs up.

“We’ll be back at five to drag you out of the room!” Yori waved at me happily and then the two of them left closing the door behind them. Leaving me laying on the floor in a silent room.

“Kane feels like a bad influence for Yori,” I sigh rolling off my chair and standing up.

"He doesn't seem bad, just a bit wild," Warin speaks up once again and I look at him after picking up my chair, "It's not a bad thing that they signed you up for this dating app thing. You do need to get out more. I also need you to practice more with your abilities, you've barely touched them since I upgraded you a few weeks ago."

I give him a deadpan face as I stand there with my hands on my chair, "I have five hours to get ready for this date. If I do anything what are Kane and Yori going to take it as?"

“Do something simple, I want to see if you can hold things for a longer period of time. It doesn’t have to be a huge change like changing your height, maybe try holding a hair color change and one of your eyes. It would be good practice.” He does have a point. If I change my eye color that’s normally under my bangs no one would notice unless I move my bangs. Plus, if it’s just my hair then I can tell Yori and Kane that I felt like getting temporary dye. “Or, we can train for the next three hours and then you can rush getting ready.”

I take a step over towards my dresser and grab my water bottle, “I’ll take a break for today, I don’t feel like getting kicking in my side right now,” I answer before taking a drink. “I’ll finish my paper then work on getting ready.” I close my water bottle and then sit back down at my desk, placing my water bottle next to me.

“You’re no fun,” Wairn pouts from the bed, "How do you expect to stay ahead of LumenDove?" I look over at him and then back down at my laptop and being typing once again.

“By training obviously, but everyone needs a day off. Plus, Yori’s busy with Kane today so I can’t train with him. I’d much rather kill two birds with one stone and help my little brother get stronger at the same time. I want him to be able to protect himself while he’s in his hero’s form.” It really didn’t take me long to figure out that Yori was TerraJade, by how he acted and responded to certain situations. Putting two and two together was child’s play really. I’m still not sure who LumenDove is or the other new kid is. If I somehow meet them when they’re not in their hero forms would I be able to tell who they are?

Time flies by and I finish my paper but decide I'll go back and edit later. Messing around with my hair color I end up going with black because it stands out the most. Then to make Warin happy I change my right eye to an ice blue, but with my bangs, I'm keeping it hidden. Then it was off to the showers and getting dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a white t-shirt with a blue short sleeved button up shirt that I only buttoned up the center two buttons.

As I thought I got the panic from Yori about my hair and I had to keep telling him it was only temporary and that I would be able to wash it out in one to two washes. Kane commented that I look even paler with black hair than I did with my blonde hair. But after their nit picking the three of us go down to Kane's truck and he drives us to Red Robin.

“This isn’t a good idea, I don’t know if she’s going to come,” I comment as I stand outside the restaurant with Kane and my little brother. This is nerve wrecking. I don’t know. I just wanna go home.

“No Gabe, you’re not backing out. I want you away from the computer screen and to get out more. Sitting around isn’t going to help either of us,” My little brother comments pointing a finger at me. Of course, it’s not going to help me get over our family dog passing away, but it gives me something else to think about.  

“Yeah, that’s why we’ll be here as a secret double date for you!”  Kane comments confidently as he puts and arm around Yori’s shoulders.

“I told you, it’s not a date because we’re splitting the bill,” Yori sighs look over at Kane through the corner of his eye. Even I can tell that Kane is trying his hardest to get Yori to like him. Maybe if they did date it would get Kane to level out a bit.

"What's the girl's name again?" Kane questioned and then his eyes broke away from me. I follow his gaze to see a man with long light brown hair and a section of it shaved on the right side with deep red eyes walks up towards the door of Red Robin with a shorter man with red hair and pale blue eyes. "Hey Adrian!" They stop and look at the three of us when they hear which ever one’s name is Adrian is called out.

The red head looks up at the burnet and the burnet holds the door open above the red head and opens his mouth to speak, “Um, Kane, right?” So, the burnet is Adrian. He seems like someone who would be in a band so something. “Sup dude?” The two of them dress completely different. The red head has got to be at least bisexual based on his short shorts and crop top he’s wearing. But I could also be wrong and he could actually be a she.

"Not much! Just waiting for Gabe's date! Who's the redhead with you?" Kane questioned. Does the Adrian guy not have something that’s ripped? If this is a date between the two of them wouldn’t it be best to place your best foot forward and wear something decent?

The redhead goes to say something before Adrian places a hand on top of their head, "His name is cupcake, he’s my cupcake, don’t touch he’s very fragile.” So, I was correct, he is in fact a he. So that helps…

The redhead laughs, “My name’s Valentine, call me Val.” That voice sounds familiar somehow. I look over at Yori who doesn’t seem to be paying any mind at all. He probably didn’t notice. But I feel like I’ve heard that voice before.

“Kane, nice to meet ya,” Kane greets the two of them

“Yori,” My little brother answers

“Gabe,” I nod at them as I pull out my phone to check the time.

“So, who exactly are you waiting for?” Adrian asks.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Pulling my eyes away from my phone I see a girl with long black hair and neon green streaks pulled up into twin pigtails run towards us. She's wearing a simple deep red shirt that hangs off her right shoulder and short shorts along with shin-high black boots. She’s so short and cute. I wonder how tall she is, she’s gotta be at least over five foot I’m assuming. Not by much though. I slip my phone back in my pocket.

“Joce,” Adri greets happily.

She comes to a stop and puts her hands on her knees, “I’m so sorry, I was having a hard time figuring out what I wanted to wear.” Based off this first meeting that wasn’t something that I was expecting. Unless she was nervous about this date as well.

"I-It's okay, really, it wasn't that long," I answer waving my hands in front of myself trying to make her release the tension that’s surrounding her.

“And with that, it’s our time to scoot,” Kane comments and pushes Yori towards the door and around us to go inside leaving me alone with Adrian, Val, and my date, Joce for the evening.

“So, this is the date,” I look over towards Adrian to see him smirking a bit. Clearly, he knows her, but how? Were they childhood friends? Have they dated?

She stood up and glared at him and took a few steps towards the two of them putting her finger in Adrian’s face, “I swear if you’re the one that’s making me do this I’m going to rip your dick off.” That’s a bit harsh isn’t it?

“Joce, Jocey, love of my life, I did not set you up on this. I was just watching,” Adrian comments clearly nervous. If the two of them are dating of have dated, then why would he be calling her ‘love of my life?’ Maybe I should go with the ladder option and say they are friends somewhere along the way.

“So, you were set up to do this too?” I comment making her turn back towards me.

“Yeah, one of my friends did it,” She rubbed her arm the slightest of pink spreading across her cheeks. That’s so cute!  “If you don’t want to be on this date I can completely understand I made you wait.” Why wouldn’t I want to go on this date? I’ve already been drug out here and to know that she was forced to do this too makes it a bit easier. Maybe I can offer to help her figure out who set her up for this.

I shook my head and smile softly at her, “No, you seem like an interesting girl, I would love to have dinner with you.”

Her light blush turns just a shade darker as she breaks eye contact with me and plays with her hair, “Now come along cupcake, we have burgers and fries to eat,” I look away from her to see Adrian and Val go into the restaurant.

I hold the crook of my arm out to her with a smile, “Shall we head in ourselves?” I ask and she takes my arm. Her skin is so smooth. She loosely holds onto my arm and we walk over to the door. I grab it and hold it open for her so she walks in first. It’s not too long after that we’re seated.

What am I doing? I don't know the first thing to talk about with her. Having more intelligence doesn't fucking helping me in this situation. I don't know the first thing about what girls are interested in. I'll just apologize now for if I'm really awkward. "I'm just going to apologize in advance if I say something stupid or make an awkward silence between us. This is my first time I've ever been on a date, so I'm not too sure what to do exactly."

She stares at me and then smiles, “What are you apologizing for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“OH, well um…i-it’s just in case,” I brush my bangs that are hanging in front of my eye away from my face for just a moment before it falls back in my face.

“Sweet thing, it’s okay,” She laughed and wrapped her arm around mine and then we were taken to our table.

“My name is Laila I’ll be your server today, can I start you off with any drinks or do you need a minute?” The girl that came up to our table right after we were seated has a smile on her face.

“I’ll just have a water please,” I smile a little at her.

“Same, just a water as well, thank you,” Joce nods to the girl.

“Alright, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” Laila turns on her heels and heads off to get our drinks.

"So…what's your favorite hobby? And I'm so sorry again. I'm normally sitting in front of a computer screen and not being social, so the only real type of interactions I know other than with my little brother and his roommate is from what I see in anime's." I feel my face heat up and I slap my hands on my face, "Oh god, I'm rambling I'm so sorry,"  

"It's okay. I sing and dance a lot as a hobby, I also cook," I peek through my fingers so see her smirking, "Oh, by the way, I'm half Japanese.” I pull my hands away from my face and look at her shocked, “So these Japanese cartoons you call anime, I know them quite well, “She giggled and stuck out her tongue at me, “Also,” She points at her hair, “Most of the time my hair is inspired by anime characters, or it’s just one of those I feel like Insert color here kinda day.”

"That's really cool," I mutter and smile a bit, "I've never been willing enough to do anything more drastic than what I've already done with my hair."

“You have a nice hair style, it seems to fit you,” She smiles at me.

“Thanks, but all else I’ve done to it is dye it black like it is now,” I said playing with the ends of my hair, “My parents weren’t too thrilled with that.”

“What’s your original hair color?” She asks.

“It’s blonde, like my little brothers.” I answer.

“I would love to see what you look like with blonde hair sometimes," She comments making my face heat up once more.

“Thanks, so, what’s your natural hair color then? If you don’t mind me asking that is,” I question  

Laila came back with our drinks and set them down in front of us, “Have you two decided what you would like to eat?”

“Oh yes, could I get the Keep It Simple burger please?” Joce asked with a small smile.

“May I get the chicken Caesar wrap please?” I ask.

Laila nods and smiles "Can do!" With that, she walks away.

“It’s black,” She answers simply, “And I don’t mind you asking at all, "Also, I would love to see your natural hair sometime. With how dark you went, I don't know how well it's going to come back."

“I hope it’ll be alright. Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed my hair, but I wanted a change is all. Originally, I wanted to go with red, but I changed my mind and decided to go with black instead,” I answer looking down, “I know that there’s a lot of risks with dying your hair and how much it damages it,”

“It’s just one of those you want a change,” I look back up at her and she’s smiling. She shrugs lightly, “I totally get it.” She leans her elbows on the table and tips her head looking at me, “What’s your major?”

"It's Computer Science, I'm also double majoring in Business. I'm more so into Coding," I lean back and cough, "I like hacking into things. How about yourself?” I ask as if I didn’t say the last part.

Her eyes widened for just a moment as she seemed to be thinking about something. What could she be thinking about? Did I say something wrong? Should I ask her? No, I can’t do that. It would be rude. I barely know her. “I’m an interior design major with a minor in culinary,” She answers. Holy shit she can cook! That’s amazing, maybe I should ask her to teach me some time considering I burn popcorn. “You seem to be a person with a very active mind with how you look like your analyzing what I just told you for an answer.” She points out to me.

I can’t help but laugh and rub the back of my head, “I was? I’m so sorry, I’ve always been like that. I’ve just gotten a lot worse about it since freshmen year.”

“Why’s that?” She tips her head.

Because of a damn fox that finds enjoyment in kicking me in my side and forcing me to transform when he wants me to. “I guess it’s because I became really focused on my studies, with it being computer science and all.” Not that I don’t mind having a higher intelligence and faster processing of situations. I love it, I can get homework done so much faster, especially after being upgraded to level two at the beginning of this year. The shapeshifting thing is still strange to me though. But it has come in handy considering this isn’t actually hair dye in my hair.

“You’re a sophomore too! That makes me feel a bit better,” She sighs in relief and leans back in her seat.

“What do you mean?” I question raising a brow at her.

“I thought you were either going to be older or younger in grade year than I am. But you look younger than I originally thought you did so I was a bit nervous,” So, does she like people older or younger than her?

“Fair enough, if you were thinking that there’s maybe a chance of this developing further it makes sense wanting to know the year of the person, because if one of us was older in school years than the other then there’s the possibility of there being a chance of there being a long-distance relationship that takes place other than just over the long breaks," I cross my arms and accidentally examine the situation out loud. I look up from the stop of the table that I was staring at to see her staring at me and blinking. I feel my face heat up and I instantly unfold my arms and look down at my lap, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

She starts giggling and I look back up at her with my non-covered eye. She’s so pretty when she laughs. “No, no, don’t apologize. I just think it’s really cool that you were able to process that so quickly," She leaned on the table propping herself up on her elbows, "But, sometimes over-thinking things can be a bad thing."

“I know, it’s a bad habit of mine,” I sigh and hang my head.

“Na, it’s not a bad habit at all.” I look back up at her and she’s smiling. But her body posture is telling me that there’s a big something she’s not telling me. Do I ask her about what her hidden message means? There’s a ninety percent chance that she won’t answer and change the subject considering this is our first interaction with each other. Wait no, this isn’t our first interaction. She’s in my statistic’s class. She sit’s two rows behind me and to my left.

“So, that Adrian guy?” I start and look up, locking eye with her once more.

“Oh no, don’t worry about him. He’s just my band mate and the leader of our band,” Joce waves her hand at me.

“I’m assuming he’s homosexual correct?” I tip my head a bit to the right exposing my right eye to her.

“Wow, you hit the nail right on the head. How did you figure that out?” She questioned and out of the corner of my eye I see Laila coming with our food.

“Here’s your food, I’m so sorry for the wait,” Laila came up to us with a tray that has our food on it.

“Thank you,” Joce says to the girl as her burger is set down in front of her.

“Thanks,” I nod as my wrap is set in front of me.

“If you need anything else just let me know!” Laila smiles at us then hurries off back towards the kitchen.

I pick up at half of my wrap and take a bite out of it, “How long does dye stay in your hair anyways?” I question after swallowing.

She holds up a finger to me because her mouth is stuffed full of burger. After swallowing and taking a drink she answers me, “It all depends on what dye you used. Was it a temporary dye?” I blink at her confused with my Wrap shoved in my mouth. This made her laugh, “Do you still have the box?” I shake my head a little to answer her as I take another bite, “Hmmmm…then we’ll just have to scrub your hair and see if it starts to face in the first couple of washes.” Shit, how do I make my hair fade like it has hair dye in it? “But, considering you said you, normal hair color is blonde, even a temporary color that simply stains the hair can last as long as the permeant hair color. It all depends on how your hair takes to it.” She explains to me.

I swallow my bite and feel my face heat up, “O-Okay,” I can’t stop myself from stuttering.

We continue to talk as we eat. I learn about how long she's known her band mates and what role she plays in the band. She tells me to come to one of their shows that are coming up soon.

“I had a lot of fun,” Joce laughs as we walk out of Red Robin together.

“Same here. It was a lot of fun talking to you,” I smile and walk with her to her car. When I look over to find Kane’s truck where he parked it, it’s no longer there.

Those fuckers left without me. Some brother, “I-I’m sorry to ask but, do you I could catch a ride with you? My little brother and his roommate drove me here because they thought if I drove myself I wouldn’t come.” I ask nervously as we stop at her car.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t mind,” She giggled a little and unlocked her car. I waited for her to get in and then I got in myself.

I sit down in the car and I have to pull my set in, "Is there any way I can push the seat back?" I ask with a light laugh.

“Oh yeah, the bar is right under the seat, sorry about that,” She answered and I reached between my legs and found the bar. I pushed the seat all the way back. My legs were still bent but not as bad. Pulling the buckle over my shoulder Joce started going. “How tall are you anyways?”

“I’m 6’2”, I know I’m a tall person,” I answer fiddling with my fingers.

“Holy fuck you are tall,” She laughed, “At least I wasn’t too far off for how tall you were in my head. So, is there anywhere you want to go before heading back to the school?”

I don’t want to stop talking to her yet… “Do you want to go to the park? I’ll give you gas money. It looks really pretty there at night and I know a really good spot that looks stunning.”

“I don’t see why not. I don’t feel like going back home and staring at my homework anyways,” She laughed and then takes a right at the stop sign that we were sitting at to head towards the park. She parks in one of the small parking lots that litter around the park and we both get out. It’s nice to stretch my legs.

“Sorry about my car being so small,” She apologizes.

“Oh, no don’t apologize. It’s just me being tall is all,” I smile letting my arms drop back down to my sides, “I’ll have to take you out on my bike sometime as another thank you for driving.”

“What kind of bike? Bicycle, motorbike, motorcycle?” She questioned as we began walking side by side.

“Motorcycle, I was allowed to get my license when I graduated high school,” I answer pulling out my wallet and showing her my license. I went and got it last weekend.”

“YES!” She screams and I jump a bit, “I would love to go on a ride!” She exclaimed.

“Okay, then next time we’re both free then we’ll take my bike. I did bring a spare helmet with me I think. I’ll have to double check,” I mutter crossing my arms over my chest. I look down at Joce. She and all of her short self-are practically skipping along next to me in joy.

“I wanna go with you if you have to go get the spare helmet,” She comments as we come up to a bridge and she walks up onto the railing.

"But that's beside, the point of me getting the spare helmet," I blink at her.

“I have a bike helmet it’ll be fine,” She waved my concern.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how tall are you exactly?” She smiles and holds a peace sign out to me.

“I’m 5’3” like a boss!” she answers confidently.

“Do you like your height?” That was a weird question. It’s not like I can do anything about it. I can about mine, but still…

"My brothers who are taller than me harass me about how I have to climb on chairs and what not, but there are some perks," She shrugs and loses her balance a bit. I stick out my hand and grab a hold of hers pulling her back and helping her balance once more before we continue and she hops off the railing as we get to the end of the bridge.

“You can fit in small spaces tall people can’t and you can get up and move a bit faster than tall people as well,” I said taking a left down another trail. We move away from the lights and I pull out my small flashlight that I always carry on me. "May I hold your hand? I don't want to lose you." I hold out my hand to her and wait for her response.

“Don’t wanna lose me cuz I’m short as fuck and I can disappear on a whim?” She questions.

I shake my head rapidly, “Nononononononono, that’s not what I mean. I just mean that the path get’s small and difficult to navigate so I don’t want to pull ahead of you on accident,” I feel my face heat up and she laughs. She takes my hand and then pulls my arm into her and hugs my arm into her body.

“Alright, let’s go!” She presses my arm a bit more against her chest and my heart starts to pound.

“R-right,” I nod and start to walk with her holding my arm. “So tell me more about yourself.”

“Not too much to tell really, I have older brothers, I go to college, and I’m in a band. Pretty simple life if you ask me,” She answers as I move a branch out of the way for us to walk past, “What about yourself?”

“Have a little brother, and go to college. I’m not a part of any sports or clubs really. I’m not a very big social person. I’m kinda boring. But if you ever need someone to hack into some lights for a show I can do that not a problem.” I mention.

She just starts laughing at me, “And I took you as more so the good boy type.”

Honestly, I don’t even know why I was chosen to be a hero with that particular trait of mine. "Well, I guess I'm just full of surprises," I laugh sheepishly. I see the reflection of the moon on the water and I move the last branch out of the way, "Here we are." It's a quiet little pond that's surrounded by woods. "Other's probably know about this place, but every time I come I'm here for hours and no one ever shows up," I comment as I look out at the calm water of the pond. The moon and stars reflecting off the water on this clear, warm night.

Joce's expression was of amazement. Her grip on my arm slacks ever so slightly. The reflection of the moon is bouncing off the water and giving her smooth skin a soft glow. She looks so beautiful in this light. I thought she was cute when she came running up to us earlier, but now she looks like a goddess that’s just seen something new for the first time.  

“It’s beautiful,” She finally whispers.

“Remind me to bring you here during the day then so you can learn the path. It’s a nice place to think. I think it is anyways. It also gets me away from a computer screen,” I smile down at her.

“I think I can do that,” She looks up at me and smiles once again.

We stand there a bit longer before heading back the way we came and back to the car. The two of us head back to the university and I tell her where my dorm is. “I had a lot of fun and thank you so much for driving me back.” I pull out my wallet and hand her a twenty, “Take it for gas money.”

“No, keep that for the next date,” She pushes my hand back into my chest. And I feel my face heat up. Does she want a second date? “Come here really quick I’ve gotta tell you something.”

I lean down and she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down further into a hug. I tense up for a moment and then wrap my arms around her for a hug. Once I do so she lessens her grip. I start pulling my arms away from her when she touches her lips to mine. I freeze in place. It was just for a moment, but I can still feel her lips on mine as she pulls away. “Kay, I’ll talk to you later. I had a lot of fun Gabe,” She steps back and waves before quickly running back to her car and hoping in. I stand there blinking and processing what happened when she honks her horn and drives off. There’s a small sound of a poof and my black hair is instantly back to blonde.

“You still can’t hold a transformation,” I jump and put my arms up in a defensive position when I hear Warin’s voice in my ear. I look at him and I can just see the smirk on his lips even with half his face covered with his face mask thing he wears.

“What are you doing out looking like that?” I hiss at him and he laughs and places a hand on my head and messes up my hair.

“Oh, my little kit you have so much to learn. Now, I’m hungry make me something,” He flops all his weight on my side and I almost fall over.

"H-Hey, you have handed you should make it yourself," I comment.

He poofs and there's now a Fox on my shoulders, "You were saying?"

I sigh heavily, “Just wait for me upstairs, you know if the RA is actually at the help desk I’m going to get in huge trouble.”

“Roger!” He says excited and then poofs once more disappearing off my shoulders.

I look down the road where Joce is long gone and I blush, I hope she’s not joking about a second date. I would like that.  I turn on my heels as I pull out my keys and head to the door of the dorm to go up and feed Warin dinner.