#ok looks like I re covered what I could remember previously

[richardsphere]

leverage log: The Frame-up job

So we're starting In Medias Res with a gunfight/chasescene (Nate and Sophie are the ones being chased) --- Cut back to earlier. Parker Elliot and Hardison are in DC and staying for a while. Leverage Inc is closed for 2 days of break. (feels weird how they're putting 2 "its them on their own" episodes back-to-back.)

Nate is absolutely rambling about Mystery Street (1950), And is nice enough to exposit its historical importance within media (apparently its the first mainstream murder-mystery that was about forensics, which feels incorrect but I'm not a cinephile). Sophie is nice enough to cut him off from the spoilers. (Always like when a creator puts in a little "recomendation" list in their show.)

I refuse to believe Sophie is "having a guy come over" for her theatre's lighting grid. (there are a thousand reasons it should be Hardison, only some of which are Opsec/Bug Sweeping)

"you know you're not supposed to root for the criminals" "always root for the home team" Bit predictable and obligatory, give it a 7.5/10. --- Estate sale, dead rich guy named Jonas Galt (probably a reference to John Galt of Atlas Shrugged "will not shut the fuck up" fame). Sophie's trying to "view" his paintings.

"a father and son should leave nothing unsaid at the end". Ok so we're definitly setting up a second murder mystery. And the butler is ominous, but the butler is never actually guilty. As a tangent thats a strange history by the way, apparantly there never really was a trend in "butler did it" stories, plenty of "some low level labourer who'd be beneath suspicion" murders, like a postal worker or police agent, but it appears culture collectively imagined the butler-did-it trend out of thin air. Its weird that we have this "cliche" trope that never really existed.)

"you must think you're clever" "I deduced your location at a random event in under 20 minutes. I've had worse mornings". ---

"No pictures, no reproductions, never been sold or exhibited" Thats intriguing. (it verry much rules out any chance of our heroes switching it out with a copy)

Code is in a tiny envelope, (did not seem to be sealed with wax or anything, so could have been previously opened)

Ma Mystere's been stolen (insert obligatory "twist" here). --- Ok so we have a painting of which no one knows its appearance, that was stolen from a family vault. This brings a couple of issues. 1- This is not a Mona Lisa Scam. (you cannot sell fake Mona Lisa's if people dont know what a real Mona Lisa looks like) 2-Their stolen painting cannot be authenticated as the genuine article as only 2 people ever knew what it looked like (the painter, and the guy who put it in his vault).

Basically: This is pretty stupid painting to steal.

Now as for the how of the theft... I have 2 guesses: 1, its a fakeout. Two Davids style. Put something (fake wall) in front of the painting to make people think its been stolen, then when the case has been shut and declared unsolveable. Perp walks out with the actual painting after they've been cleared of guilt and insurance paid out. (remember, this is leverage. 25% chance its either an insurance scam, or Nate makes it look like you committed one) 2. It was never in the safe, Jonas Galt employed security through obscurity and merely pretended he had it in his vault, he had a sense of humour and put an empty frame there so that any would-be art-thieves would think they were the second thief to get to it and that Galt is just too pridefull to admit he lost a priceless cultural artifact. In reality the painting is just on the wall in his house somewhere with a frame that covers the signature (assuming the artist even signed it) Technically there's a third option combining the two: Layered vault. Its actually in the vault, and there is a fake wall to trick thieves into thinking that they're the second thief. But i think that one is slightly too complicated. (Planting that many hidden clues would cut into the shows ability to add a B or C-plot to the episode) --- Its Sterling, which combined with this episodes multiple references to Nate's past as an insurance investigator means that one of the family members faked the theft. (cause that is the insurance scam option) --- Ok so i dont know much about actual interpol. But based on the line that its a "new department" that he "himself created", We're gonna say that Interpol, in the leverage-verse, is basically just SHIELD.

Standard "clear your own name" plot. (I feel fairly certain James doesnt actually think Nate and Sophie did this, he knows them well enough that unless a billionaire is actually crying on the evening news its not Nate. Which means he's just decided that with these two forced to clear their own name, he gets to have a martini while the case solves itself for him) --- "Going on? What's going on?". My bet, secret birthday party. Sophie is lying about Parker Elliot and Hardison staying in DC. Gave him the single ticket as an obvious distraction. Then attended an art gala as a less obvious distraction. --- "there is an RFID tag on the painting itself, moving the painting should have triggered the alarm" Fake wall. Its a fake wall. --- someone (nate thinks Jonas the Corpse) changed the code... I remember his son was disowned. His son had access to code, opened the vault. Put in the fake wall. Jonas discovered the painting missing and was too pridefull to admit. Suspected his son responsible but couldnt prove it. Disowned him, Changed the code. --- Ok so my timeline was off, the painting was "stolen" (i mean hidden behind a fake wall seriously what set designer makes a Safe's internal walls PURPLE if not to set us up for a "fake wall" reveal) same day he changed the locks and same day he died. (son wasnt disowned for stealing the painting. Son "stole" the painting because he was disowned and wasnt gonna get no money in the will no more) --- Oh little re-introduction shots of the various suspects. Son is shown with fucking blueprints in front of boxes of unknown construction materials because its a fake wall. (I like the reintroduction shots, i dont know which specific whodunnit they are meant to reference. But I like them) --- Ok now we've got a plottwist: Lawyer dude says son was being put back into the will by dad. (dad knows son stole the thing, Dad is being blackmailed by son. Son is pretending he doesnt want to be put back into the will because he knows it'll look suspicious if he's happy to have been put back in the will.) Ghost of Christmas Past Nate is going full jesus, whomever comped his green-screen ass into the black-and-white flashback put him on the swimming pool. --- Ex wife actually thinks they were gonna remarry (no motive) Lawyer doesnt stand to inherit anyway. (technically he could be trying to invoke "the kids fight over the will, spend all the inheritance on their legal fees, lawyer gets the will" type shenanigans. But no way did Jonas give his lawyer vault access) --- Son went to artschool (read: knows the value of the paintings) and is a construction contractor. ITS A FAKE FUCKING WALL --- they all had an alibi for the times that someone was going in and out of the vault. (because the Son, who is a contractor has construction workers who work beneath him.) --- "I just got you off the hook for stealing that painting, now you want to steal the painting and another painting just to prove it isnt real?!" Love the delivery. 8.75/10

Nate going in with the Zhuge Liang Gambit. (look so obviously like you must be beaten that they conclude it must be a trap and get out your way.) Remember people: This gambit only works on people who are: 1-Paranoid 2-Well aware that you are a tricky little fuckface. --- Lovely work on the pronoun game by Sophie. "just give it her" Oh i see... Sophie modeled Ma Mystere she hasnt seen the painting she dated the painter! --- "Hey! I dont suppose anyone here has spent the last few years switching all the paintings in the house with forgeries!, while no one was looking?" Excellent delivery, great line. 10/10. "I did not think that would work". Simple line, simple delivery (twice), 9.5/10

Obligatory second murder! (she didnt do it, she just realised the son, who was an art student did it, which is why she's dead in the pool he's supposedly renovating) --- Everything is sunshine and rainbows.. Except i dont think for even a second that Jim would mistake this for a legitimate accident --- Ooh, catering. Good call Nate. --- "They'll hear a gunshot" "Place is empty". yeah, but Nate's pocket isnt. He's got Jim on the phone listening in to everything. --- "anyone else you'd like me to arrest for the same crime, or is three our lucky number?" subpar line, great delivery. 8/10.

turns out, it was a fake wall. who would've thunk

[noneuclideanwhimsy]

Ok so I can't remember how much I've told you about songbound so I'm just gonna...yeah

Ok so officially songkindism is Michelle's Disease, but most songbound don't like to use that as it seems oddly impersonal. Songkindism affects how the brain grows, and causes a new part of the brain to form thus causing a defect. Defects vary wildly depending on what song the person is bound to. The defects can be physical, internal/magical, or both. Defects usually manifest at 11. Another cool thing to keep in mind is that songbound are actually soothed by people singing their song, it can actually heal a songbound slightly, such as scraped knees or minor colds. Anyways, Michelle herself was the first recorded songbound, her song was Aishite Aishite Aishite, and her defect was that she had a necklace literally growing out of her neck. The defect itself killed her, causing a panic. The solution people came up with is having every child tested for songkindism and then put in facilities. This has been going for years, and at one point a small organization was formed by a songbound named Gwyneth, bound to Everything at Once, and the mother of two songbound children who's name has slipped my mind. They form the Songbound Liberation Association Radio Station (or S.L.A.R.S.), joined by other free songbound. They would be Gwyneth's siblings Candy and Cloud (bound to Candy by Robbie Williams), Melody (bound to Post Apocalypse Punk), K@rter (bound to Re-Wired), Cherri (Cherry Bomb), Bethany (When Can I See You Again), Pete (House of Memories), Bethany and Pete's sister Marna (Grind Me Down), as well as the other two kids they take care of Tony (DHMIS Time song) and Martin (Break My Mind). They also do yeir own covers of songs, mostly going out to specific songbound. Examples are when they played Rolling Girl and Lost One's Weeping as they are the bond songs of the lady's kids. Marna also got caught and brought to a facility, so they played her song. They also usually go and join in protests against testing, and are the main charity that are working towards freedom for all songbound. There's also another group, a family of acrobats who have two songbound children themselves and the two groups work together often. Oh yeah adult songbound are still kept in the facility, they usually are teachers for the younger songbound. Speaking of, while there is all that going on outside, inside the facility (North American) there have been a few suspicious deaths. The first was a young girl named Mayfly, bound to Rät, who had previously been using her defects to cause the guards to have mental breakdowns. The next was about a year later, it was another young girl named Julie, bound to Class Fight, who had been luring any facility members away from their duties and literally blowing them up with her magic powers. Both girls were found with a heart necklace around their necks that had the inscription "Love Me" on it, and their bodies looked drained and oddly old. The necklace always seemed to disappear after the bodies were found. The third owner of the necklace was another young woman named Gemma, bound to Game of Life who could literally create life (up to ten other people) and control the people she creates to an extent. It was at this time overloads began happening. An overload is when the defect regulating part of a person's brain ceases working and their defect goes out of control. It can be fixed with a surgery that changes the defect of a person in the process. The overloads themselves are caused by an imbalance of chemicals in the brain. Funnily enough one of Gemma's creations is able to manipulate the chemicals in people's brains, her name is Miss Jackie Jackson (bound to Miss Jackson by Panic! At the Disco). Of course, Gemma isn't the one making her do this, nor is Miss Jackson doing to by herself. Aishite (formerly Michelle) was controlling her just as she had been doing with Mayfly and Julie. Aishite wants songbound to be free as she doesn't like seeing everyone locked up because of her, but she also craves chaos and she finds puppeting young women fun. I need to send another ask

Oooh sparkles the plot thickens-

I’m REALLY enjoying this, Orchid, you’ve put a lot of thought into this! It’s awesome!

[squibo]

Thanks for your bcs art since it got me to watch it! Just finished the series and need to hear your opinions of it all

( Bwaaaah sorry for the very late reply (◞‸ლ) )

omg really(in the tone of bugs bunny at the roulette table)?!!! Ah~ hope u enjoyed it 😭 I GASPED tbh(in a good way!!) cause I don’t think I’ve made taht much fanart of it to spring an interest of it for someoen to get into it, BUT It’s cool my drawings got you interested in it ∩(´；ヮ；｀)∩!!! Omg i don’t know what to say like ……… I would much love to hear your thoughts and opinions of it all !!

Ok so duh I love the show, the characters, the feats they put these characters through it all, it’ll surely stick with me. It’s great they decided to make a spin-off for Saul Goodman, ooh a Gus spin-off would’ve been awesome!! Anyways Charlie hustle! Jimmy McGill to Saul Goodman that was a fukcing journey to witness, his rise and demise to Cinnabon manager gene takavic. This part is where I went on tangent about jimmys and Kim’s relationship mostly Kim’s side of it and after I said about jimmy relationship with chucks and Howard’s, but a majority was of Kim’s past of her mother and how It clicked to me after the second flashback, with Kim in the jewelry store gotten caught stealing a pair of earrings and upon leaving her mom like congratulates her applauds her and hands her the earrings she just returned, her mom steals them back to gift to kim. Kims mom validated her for that. after that her and jimmy’s relationship made it so much more clearer to me (to me). Uuuugh just realizing family is a big thing here aaaaaaaaa ripping my hair out. Back to what I was saying, to quote Howard (rest up 🫶🙏) “you’re perfect for each other…. screw the money, you did this for fun. Your get off on it. You’re like leopold and lobe……” like they really did get off on it 😭 omg chuck and jimmy wowowoowowow I just raise my shoulder like of course. Like 😶‍🌫️🤯.

Oh oh did u also watch breaking bad and el camino as well? It really is a downward spiral for all these characters idk you’ve probably already read other post on here also giving good thoughts over both main shows and the contrast between them and whatnot. I’m really glad Jessie made out free :’) also maybe jimmy but he’s in the cellar:/ oh one thing I can’t forgive jimmy was what he did to old lady in the old folks home😭😭 omg I was literally hurting. will skip those scenes in the forceable rewatch. Phew but yeah that Vince and gould can really tell a story! sheesh!!!

[beatricethecat2]

"No joy," Myka says, peeking into the static bag.

"That was the correct part, was it not?" Helena enlarges the photo on Myka's phone of a nineteenth-century elevator car housed at the Warehouse.

"I'm pretty sure. But that picture's not great." Myka slides the handle out and plops it back in to the tune of no sparks.

Helena noses around the storage space as The Dakota building's manager walks in.

"Maybe what you're looking for's in here," he says, plunking down a milk crate full of parts. "When they renovate, they save anything original."

"It's an elevator handle. From the original manual ones. Just not this one." Myka slips the part from the bag and holds it up.

"Might be in Ms. Shiva's apartment then. Parents took two cars and made them into a bar. Or could be from the one that went missing, the mysterious fourth car."

Myka and Helena share a concerned look, knowing the Warehouse took it without permission.

"Can we see the other two?" Myka asks.

"Look just like that one." The man points toward the ornately carved wooden car on the other side of the room. "Handle's that important to you, huh?"

"As architectural historians? Yes," Helena snips in a clipped, scholarly tone.

"Alright. Gimme a minute." He slips his phone out of its belt clip and walks out of the room.

Helena picks through dust-covered items in the crate. "This may be a lost cause."

"It must be upstairs. The walls are so thick, the ping could have come from anywhere."

"You said 'pickup,' not 'ping.'"

"Claudia called it a pickup yesterday! Today she called it a ping."

Helena huffs a disgruntled breath.

The manager waves a hand from the doorway. "She said it's ok to come up."

Myka follows the man, but Helena hangs back.

"Aren't you coming?" 

"I...should look through this crate."

"You know more about this stuff than me. You should come with."

"Myka, I...."

Myka steps closer and lowers her voice. "I know you're not happy about being here, but I really need your help."

Helena holds Myka's gaze but doesn't move.

"Please."

Helena nods an apprehensive yes.

"You'll tell me what's going on with you later, right?"

Helena nods again, with equal apprehension.

Myka grimaces. "Come on."

They follow the manager out of the room and into the elevator to the fourth floor.

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The Adventures of Wells and Bering ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 3 Title: New York City: I'm buggin' out!

Summary: After three blissful days holed up in their Philadelphia hotel room, Myka receives a call from the Warehouse asking for help. Helena proclaims New York "a cesspool" when told the pickup is in the city. Myka laughs when told Helena was last there in 1893. Told she can stay behind, Helena follows anyway, the pair taking the train to avoid driving. Helena tells tales of city adventures with her partner Wolcott as she and Myka make their way uptown. Helena tenses upon arrival at their destination, so much so, Myka can tell something is off.  Later that day, Helena reveals a long buried secret.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2

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***BONUS SCENES***

After a less than jovial dinner (pictured above), Myka and Helena settle into their hotel room. Myka lounges in bed, already showered, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nose buried in a book. Helena searches through her luggage after emerging from a shower swathed only in a robe.

"I know dinner wasn't great," Myka says, setting her book on the nightstand, "but something else's off. You've been weirdly touchy all day."

"I apologize for not being, as Claudia might say, 'all sunshine and rainbows.'" Helena yanks a t-shirt out of her suitcase. "Perhaps we should call the whole thing off." 

"What 'thing'?"

"This trip."

"Why?" Myka sits up.

"Because me being sullen is not an anomaly." 

"I know."

"Then why on earth would you subject yourself to that again?" Helena turns to face Myka and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Because you promised when you got like this you'd talk to me and I believed you."

"Fool," Helena says, the word filled with fondness rather than bite.

"Come here," Myka says, patting a spot next to her.

Helena stares at the bed but doesn't move.

"Come here..."

Helena's eyes lift to meet Myka's; the longer they stay locked, the less defiance they hold. She huffs a disgruntled breath but does as she's told. She sits stiffly, arms folded over her chest, back propped up against the headboard.

"Now, tell me what happened in that building," Myka says, laying back, turning to face Helena, head propped up by a hand. "Remember, I said I wouldn't judge you."

"You say that now..." Helena says, glancing at Myka.

"I won't," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's and squeezing, dragging it down to her lap, breaking her protective arm-fold.

"Where to begin," Helena grumbles, pressing her eyes closed, head falling back against the wall.

"How about..." Myka scoots up, aligning herself with Helena, all the while keeping hold of her hand. "The first time you were there, finding that artifact."

Helena rolls her head to the side and meets Myka's gaze.

Myka raises her brow and grins expectantly.

"Oh, alright," Helena grumps, sighing deeply, then lifting her head from the headboard.

"Wolly posed as an investor, and I, his wife. He and I were given guest accommodations, courtesy of Gustav Schirmer, a music publisher. We had a vague idea of what the curiosity was but needed time and access to suss out its location."

"I bet you and Wolly made a better couple than Pete and I ever did," Myka quips.

Helena huffs a short laugh. "People like us 'acted the part' on a daily basis. Anything beyond that was an extension of those fabricated selves. One had to switch 'on' any number of personas just to keep safe. It was difficult at times to remember our true selves."

"I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Easier for me than others. Though in that regard, I'm glad society seems to have changed for the better." Helena meets Myka's gaze, her eyes falling to her lips.

"Me too," Myka says as Helena cups her jaw, guiding their mouths together.

Their kiss lingers but as Helena's hand slides to the nape of Myka's neck, Myka pulls away.

"Story first," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's, lifting it away.

Helena pouts.

"After." Myka caresses Helena's cheek, then places a soft, brief kiss there. "I promise."

"I shall hold you to that."

"Oh, I know," Myka says, smiling. She settles back and waits as Helena collects her thoughts.

"The Dakota was unique,' Helena begins, "its design, the first of its kind in the world. A playground for 'new money,' miles away from 'civilization' further downtown. Few dared travel that far north, so their soirees were rather insular."

"That's good, right? Easier to find the artifact?" Myka says.

"Indeed. Gustav adored hosting events, along with the Steinways. Guests chased tunes all over the building as engagements spilled between apartments. Wolly and I snooped around gratuitously."

"Steinways...as in the grand-piano-maker Steinways?"

"The very same," Helena mumbles. Her eyes turn distant, a thumb rubbing idly over a knuckle, her hands linked primly on her lap. 

"Did you find the artifact?" Myka asks.

"Hmm? Oh...yes. But it took quite some time," Helena answers. "And along the way, I found something far more profound." She looks down at her lap, her hands pulling away from each other, tensing. 

"What was it?"

"I found my One."

"Y-You had a One?" Myka says, stiffening.

"All too briefly," Helena says, then glances at Myka. "To have found another is a kindness beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I'm sorry it took so long for me to believe it possible."

"You mean me?"

"I do." Helena brings Myka's hand up to her lips and kisses its palm.

"I, um, guess it's silly to be jealous of someone who lived over a hundred years ago. Especially since I know nothing about them." Myka scoots closer, cozying up to Helena. "Will you tell me?"

"Would you like to know?"

"I want to know everything about you."

"That may take some time."

"We have time, don't we?"

"Time has never been my ally. Especially with the ones I love."

"Let's change that." Myka tugs on Helena's sleeve, and the pair slip down to lie prone on the bed. She turns and snuggles up, head pillowed on Helena's shoulder, arm resting across her middle. Helena relaxes into Myka's hold and wraps an arm over Myka's.

"Tell me about your One," Myka says. "Or, your 'first' One."

"She...was an extraordinary woman," Helena answers. "Unlike any I'd ever known. We bonded instantly, which was unusual."

"How did you meet?"

"I caught her hiding from the merriment during a soiree, nose tucked in a book. One Mrs. Elizabeth Westcott." Helena smiles, obviously warmed by the memory.

"Mrs.?"

"A marriage for appearances; personal gain for two up-and-coming families. Residing at The Dakota allowed her husband to carry on extramarital affairs with less scrutiny. He cared little about her own."

"So you and she..."

"If those walls could talk," Helena says, her smile bordering on devilish. "We had several glorious years together before she..." Her smile fades in an instant.

"I'm afraid to ask."

"She died, as one does when one's husband's mistress plots to kill you."

"S-She was murdered?"

"Freak carriage accident. Never proven, but everyone knew. To ensure Elizabeth never gave him an heir, after Christina. The irony being we'd planned on running away to California soon enough--"

"Wait, Christina was Elizabeth's?" Myka lifts her head to look Helena in the eye.

"I loved her as if she were my own," Helena snaps, "spirited her away to England as soon as I could, with the housekeeper's help."

"You stole her?" Myka pushes away, falling back on her elbows, mouth agape.

"I rescued her," Helena barks, jerking upright. "That monstrous woman still had talons in her father. There was no doubt Christina wasn't safe. It's what Elizabeth would have wanted." 

Helena moves to leave, but Myka grabs her arm.

"Don't go," Myka pleads. "I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't judge you."

Helena freezes in place, her heart pounding wildly. A few moments later, she returns to Myka's side.

"Did anyone come looking for her?" Myka asks, pushing forward so as not to leave Helena stewing.

"I don't know. I doubt they could find me as only Elizabeth knew my true identity. And I never set foot in New York again."

"So literally 1893."

Helena nods, the sour look on her face softening. "I'd thought to visit her grave but haven't found the courage."

"You should go. We could go together. It'll give you closure."

"You sound so certain."

"I know it will help. I've loved and lost, too, you know."

"Indeed, you have, my love," Helena says, then sighs heavy-heartedly. "What a pair we make."

"I think we're a good match," Myka says, tugging Helena back to lie flat again. "We could take our minds off it. Make some new, pleasant memories." She slips a hand under the tie of Helena's robe.

"You did make a promise earlier," Helena replies.

"And I always make good on my promises," Myka says, drawing the tie free, brushing a fingertip over newly exposed skin. Helena quivers and relaxes back, offering no resistance as Myka fulfills her word.

End of Episode 3

-TBC-

NOTES: According to the internet, the term "buggin'" was coined in New York City. The fourth elevator really did go missing during The Dakota renovations in the 1960's (pre-landmarking). Thank you to the library for being open so I could borrow books and down some facts as this got way more involved than I meant it to become (but that's part of the fun).

This story format is...in my head, I'm calling it "TV POV." If we were watching the show, we'd see things but not hear the character's thoughts, so that's what I'm going for, I think? Broad strokes and quicker resolutions due to the 45 minute-ish run time (or would this show be a 25 minute one? Hmm.) Let me know if that's not working at all. I mean these are obviously pastiches of content - the images come first then the stories materialize afterwards. They are supposed to be short and clippy - plenty of room for the reader to fill in the blanks - but this one got away from me! Also Tumblr keeps making the second image blurry and I can't figure out why...

[korgidorgi]

OUAT Regina Mills x Reader

Word count: 1637

Warnings: Like, one curse word

Summary: Takes place around S3 Ep13. Reader just arrived back in Storybrooke the previous day. They are chilling in Granny’s Diner, looking through some writings when Regina joins them. They have a chat about something strange that reader (you) had experienced in the past year. It had happened before, but when they were a kid, and it felt so real.

Gender is not specified.

Sitting in Granny’s Diner, you take a sip of your drink while flipping through the pages of two notebooks. One notebook has pages upon pages of storyline and sketches of characters. The other notebook contains notes about the first one, and this little town called Storybrooke, mostly about the people you’ve met in your short amount of time of being in this town since you arrived yesterday. Apparently, Emma, your childhood friend, is in the town too, and her son, Henry, who you haven’t seen in a year.

Emma had invited you for dinner with her, Henry, and a few friends last night, which you politely declined, but ended up going anyway. That’s where you met Mary Margaret and David. You’ve previously met Regina staring at your vehicle when you stopped in one of the stores yesterday when you first arrived; she was at the dinner too. Everyone was very nice, but something was bothering you, you didn’t know what it was at the time, but you’ve figured it out now, you think.

There’s something awfully familiar about the town and it’s people. Flipping through your journals, you finally connect the dots. Sitting in the booth behind you-

“Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?” A tentative voice brings you back to earth.

You look up, finding the dark haired woman from last night, and the same one you asked Mary Margaret about earlier this morning when you went to pick something up from her apartment that you’d left the previous night.

“No, not at all. Here-” you scramble your notes together to clear the table at least a bit from your spiraling ideas.

Regina takes a seat across from you as you try to organize your belongings, a little embarrassed about the mess.

“Sorry it's such a mess.” You apologize, throwing the loose papers and notes into your bag.

“It’s quite alright.” She responds, flashing you a small smile. “What are you writing?”

“Oh, I uh, I’ve been writing a story. Inspired from my dreams.” You nervously answer, not knowing where to look. “It sounds weird, right?”

“No, not at all.” She reassures, hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours briefly. “May I ask what your dreams are inspiring?”

“I’ve actually been writing in these journals for years, since I was a kid. I’ve always had really vivid dreams, and it was like they’d go in order, like episodes for a tv show.” You begin. “I got so into them, I started writing them down, and sometimes I’d draw some of the people as best I could from memory, but I was a kid, so they didn’t turn out very great. I’m currently looking back into it because I’ve had them again this past year, but they’ve suddenly stopped now. At least my sketches are better.” You chuckle.

“Well, they say follow your dreams.” She smiles over at you, pulling some hair from in front of her eyes. “What were they about?”

“I’m a pirate, I think, and during this past year I met a supposed “Evil Queen”, who I had met in my childhood dreams before.” You begin. “The first major scene I had was following her into a castle and trying to talk some sense into her before she tried to put a sleeping curse on herself. She told me she really missed her son, that there’s no reason for her to continue with her life. I felt bad for her and she poofed me away with some magic and I couldn’t find her again.” You tell her one of the major scenes in your dream, flipping through the pages of the first notebook you used at the re-beginning of the dreams and stopping on a certain page.

Flipping the notebook around for her to see, you let her take in the pencil sketch in front of her. The graphite etched into the paper depicts a mourning Queen sitting in a stone bench of a large room, her hair tied up and her body adorned by an intricately patterned dress, a dark cloak draped over her shoulders. In her hand, she holds a long needle, the tip coated with some dark substance; a potion or curse of some sort. Her features are soft but full of anguish, her eyes holding the most dejected look one could ever see as she looks down at the needle in her fingers.

You watch Regina take in the drawing for a moment before she finally speaks. “That’s very well drawn. And that’s from memory.” She comments, raising her eyebrows as if she’s impressed.

“Thank you, Regina.” You bashfully accept her compliment. “That’s how vivid these dreams are.” You add. “They feel like I’m actually experiencing them. Like I’m traveling to another world and living it.”

She nods at your statement, eyes fixed on the sketch again.

You speak up again, “Can I tell you something? It’s going to sound crazy, but I need to get this out of my head.”

“Of course.” She returns her gaze to you, awaiting what you have to say.

You think for a moment what you want to say first before finally saying one of your thoughts that’s been bugging you ever since you first saw her. “Have we met before?” You blurt out the question, not able to keep your words in check. “I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen you somewhere, that I’ve known you from somewhere.”

“I don’t think we have.” Regina answers. “I think I’d remember someone as-” She cuts herself off, pausing for a moment to look for the right words. “Someone as adventurous as you.”

“Oh. Okay.” You look down, “Sorry, that was a weird question.”

“No, not at all, Dear.” Regina reassures you.

You flash her a small smile, catching something out of the corner of your eye. A man passes your booth, not noticing your glance at him and leading Henry out of the Diner, to watch over him, you suspect. Regina notices your look, but before she can say anything, you’re flipping through the pages of your journal, muttering to yourself about “where is it”. Regina watches you as you finally stop on a certain page, completely confused and utterly shocked.

“I’ve seen him before…” You gape at your journal.

A sketch of a pirate’s portrait takes up the upper half of the page, as if drawn for a character profile in a novel with a description underneath the sketch. The man has short but well kept hair, one of his eyebrows raised slightly as if to taunt whomever it is he was interacting with at the time of the sketch. His stubble beard brings out some of his more attractive features and he sports a small black earring, almost covered by his black coat’s collar.

“Somehow, my subconscious knew him, and here he is.” You marvel.

“It might just be a coincidence.” Regina suggests. “Your brain doesn't forget faces, maybe you’ve seen someone like him somewhere and your mind just put him in there.”

“Maybe. But how weird is this?”

“I’ll admit, it is pretty weird.” Regina says. “Hey, I’m gonna go grab a drink from the counter, I’ll be right back.” Regina gets up to make her way to the counter of the Diner.

You flip through your journals, looking at all the characters you had sketched from your dream. You notice Regina saying hi to Emma and continue trying to think through what you had just confessed to Regina. Is it weird you told her something so bizarre even though you’ve only just met her yesterday?

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Mary Margaret’s friend, who was going to help her with the baby, walks into the diner. The aura around the woman wasn’t like anything you’d felt. She looks to be intimidating everyone in the diner, yet Regina doesn’t seem to flinch at the sudden entrance like everyone else. The woman waltzes right up to Regina, vengeful determination written all over her features. You watch as she gets up in Regina's face, trying so hard to intimidate her, but failing. You stand to go join Regina at the counter and try to see if you can get another drink.

“Oh, she never told you?” You hear the strange woman say, as she goes on about her being Regina’s sister.

“Of course she didn’t tell me, otherwise I’d know I have a sister.” Regina snaps back, holding her ground.

You interject before the energy in the room gets even more uncomfortable. “Ok, you’re making kind of a scene and people are staring. So, whatever sibling rivalries you have, can you put them on hold and sort them out somewhere else so you don’t cause a scene?”

“Who do you think you are?” The woman sneers. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You simply state, before trying to shoo the Karen out. “But if you’re going to bring drama in here and bother everyone in the Diner, Karen, you can leave, please and thank you.”

You guide her out the door and watch her huff as she turns to walk away. “Regina, meet me tonight, we’ll settle our differences then. You all haven’t heard of the last of me!”

You turn back to Regina to find the whole diner looking at you. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

Regina approaches you, placing her hands on your upper arms in an attempt to comfort you. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” She reassures, looking out the door to watch the woman disappear from view. “Thank you for kicking her out.”

“You’re welcome.” You respond, still slightly nervous. “She was being a bitch to you.” You mutter.

Your response causes Regina to release a small chuckle. “I have a protector now?”

“I guess…” You mumble.

[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter eleven

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

Tags: @dopeyouth @theymakemegayer @save-me-the-last-dance @poppysmc (If anyone want to be tagged in or removed, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so… i’m sorry fo the grammar errors. I also installed recently Grammary, so… hope its worth it.

This chapter contains some sensitive topics about tragedies and sex insinuations, I really didn't want to write it down with details both out of respect. I mean, personally, I didn't want to explain what's "under" in a fanfic, but if you do have doubts or curiosity, ask away in chat, especially if you are starting hormones, there is a lot for you to know about down there because it definitely changes something. Also, this other topic might touch a nerve and I really didn't do it without respect to the victims, so I'm sorry if it feels like that.

Previously

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Staten Island it’s the third-largest borough in New York, but it is the least populated. The northern part of the island is the most urbanized, with some areas of somewhat decayed housing blocks that didn’t attract attention at all. It was… ok? quiet? She wasn’t sure exactly what to say about that place, but what was another thing she wasn’t sure about? Well...

“Are you not going to tell me what are we doing?” Poppy asked once again, feeling irritated as they both walked through the breeze but warm streets. At first, she thought they were taking the bus but Beck asked something to a random guy and started walking for a really, really long time, what was all this about? Beck looked tense, kind of nervous, and that alone made her feel strange, unnerved. "Are you alright?" Poppy asked again, but this time she sounded worried.

"Yeah, I'm just…" They exhaled in an attempt to draw their nerves away from themself. "I'm pretty nervous. I've never done this before." Beck chuckled.

"Do what?" Poppy frowned, curiosity floating in her mind strongly, to be honest, she had never seen them so tense before, even though they were trying to look calm. Beck smirked and took her by the hand.

"Come on, I have to show you something."

"Is it too far?"

"Are you already tired?" Beck replied, mocking her with that sassy smile of theirs.

"Me? Absolutely no." She said, raising an eyebrow. "I could literally go for miles."

"I'll have to prove that myself." Beck winked and she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're a dimwit."

"Yeah" they shrugged. "I'm cute, though.”

“Barely.” She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile but failing in the process so Beck laughed at it. Suddenly an unexpected drop felt swiftly in her nose, making her look up to the sky where a big, grey cloud was still above their heads. Soon, she felt raindrops in her hair, her clothes, her shoes!

“Oh, shoot. This is not good…” Beck said while they both walked faster, reaching out for cover in a shop awning.

“You think? These Jimmy choo are not even in the market yet!”

“Well, we don’t want them to be ruined, don’t we?."

"Of course not! What kind of dumb ques—"

Poppy didn't get to end the sentence, Beck took her by the wrist and started running full speed and nonstop. "Beck!" She screamed, the rain pouring down her body while that asshole laughed like a devilish kid. "Beck Hughes, let go of me this instant!!"

"We're almost there!" She heard them saying without turning to see her.

"Where are you taking me?!"

Beck slowed down little by little until they both stopped in front of a tiny, old, yellow house with barely two floors. Beck took the keys out of their pockets and opened the door, allowing Poppy to get inside the dark and quiet place.

“So… here we are.” Beck spoked turning on the lights.

The place that received them was the living room, but it was not an ordinary living room, it had neon lights currently exposing a purple color, a keyboard piano, a couple of guitars, and an old-fashioned mended couch with a lot of patches over black leather that actually looked really well together. The walls were exhibiting posters, framed cool landscape black and white photographs, and a Youtube silver plaque. She recognized the place right away.

“Wait… this is the place where you record your music.” She asked. Poppy watched Beck’s videos a lot recently at first the blonde was searching for information, then, to find a flaw to criticize with Chloe, but sooner rather than later Poppy found out… Beck was actually a really good musician, so sometimes when she was completely sure she was alone she’d listen to their songs while doing cardio or homework or whatever she was doing. “I was wondering where you found the location.”

“Yes… but also no. I mean, I do the videos here, but I have an audio booth upstairs. It’s actually a quiet neighborhood so it came in handy.” Beck took off their jacket, reaching out their hand to ask for Poppy’s. They both were wet, but not a lot, her shoes survived perfectly because they entered the house before a loud thunder sounded, followed by a deluge. “Damn, we do really dodge a bullet out there.”

“Yeah.” Poppy said, hugging herself. Without her coat, she felt a little cold. “Do you own this place?”

"No, this is my uncle’s." Beck whispered with reverence and a sad smile on their face. "My dad's little brother. He passed away."

"I— I'm sorry, Beck…" she managed to say, clueless about what exactly would someone do in this kind of situation.

"I didn't remember much about him, but my mom says he used to make these guitars out of plastic bottles as gifts for me to play them. She said I would go to the kitchen and play one for her to hear. She also said the sound was awful and she begged him to stop making them." Beck's smile was soft, turning on the heating, proud even though they were chuckling a little, spreading the same smile to Poppy. " 'I'm telling you, this little pal has talent.' he would say."

"Sounds to me like he made it to annoy your mom instead." Poppy said jokingly.

"Totally, he was a prankster." Beck replied, the emotions coming out from their eyes were difficult to tell. "And was one of the few dudes back at Farmsville that didn't want to settle down. The black sheep in every family… and the reason why my parents didn't want me to be here." Beck clutched their jaw, walking away from there to the kitchen. Poppy followed them in silence, feeling like it was something very private for Beck, seeing that vulnerable side of them again, but not hiding this time. "He was murdered years ago here in New York in a shooting. In Farmsville shootings don’t happen, so… They said it was dangerous going out of the farm to the big cities. That he brought this on himself... Took this out of the wrong way." The anger in Beck's voice was palpable in the air.

"Seriously? How can they be so selfish?" Poppy asked, how can someone be so fucking self-centered and dumbass to take a tragedy and blame it on one family member? She thought these things happened exclusively around that bunch of tight-ass people inside her parents’ social circle, but not inside a family farm.

"Back at home is different from here. Is a small town where everyone knows each other. They love routine and hard work and the good customs and shit… So when anyone goes against it… well— it's not funny."

Something clicked inside Poppy's mind.

"But then… How are you here?" Beck smiled but it didn't reach out to their sad eyes.

"Because I almost got killed."

Shock. Poppy couldn't help but feel agitated, her heart pounding loud against her chest and that same protective feeling that almost made her stab Bennett crawled its way towards her own core.

"What?" Poppy babbled, froze. Beck shrugged, with a weird grin as if they didn't know where to start, they caressed their neck, searching for the better way to put the puzzle together. They reach out for Poppy's hand, and she took it right away intertwining her fingers with Beck's.

"Coffee?" They asked. "It seems we will be stuck in here for a while.”

"It sounds nice." The words abandoned her mouth so fast that she even surprised herself, another red alarm ringed inside her mind, but now was not the time, so she ignored it again. Beck smiled and turned on a little coffee maker, bringing two mugs in silence. They both sat down on the surprisingly comfortable couch, Beck’s eyes were attentive at the black drink and the tension was still over their shoulders, she could see it so easily that Poppy wished for someone to take that weight out of Beck, so she took both cups and put them aside, sitting over Beck’s lap and intertwining her fingers with theirs, playing with them. Beck smiled a little and took a deep breath.

"I started to realize something was off inside of me when I was in high school. I mean, ‘till that day I was considered normal. I was the kind of child that played sports, climbed trees, and did hard work gladly. You know, average farm kid." Beck said, but even as they seemed to be calm, Poppy could feel the sweat in their palm, and a little shivering all over their body. "But I grow older and changes came, and puberty and—"

"Hey" Poppy stopped them from talking faster and faster. "You don't have to"

"I want to. " Beck interrupted, begging Poppy with their eyes. "I want you to know my past. I mean… if you want me to tell you, that is."

Poppy could have thought anything at that moment. She could have thought that she made it, that she had accomplished her very goal and knew she was about to have first-hand information to use against Farmsville, that she was spectacular for making it this far. She could have thought that now nobody would take her number one spot from her, or that she loved to have a new puppy to use in any way she wanted. But no.

All in what she could think about was Beck's heart opening up to her, trusting her for real this time. The connection intertwining both of them in a way that made her skin chill. Third alarm, but she muted it again.

"So? What are you waiting for? Go on." Poppy rolled her eyes, Beck had a goofy expression for a couple of seconds until Poppy smiled, squishing slightly their hands for reassurance. Beck's eyes glowed happily in which was the cutest gesture Poppy saw from someone that wasn't a dog in her entire life.

"I managed to handle myself a little for a while, but it definitely didn't last long. I was so afraid, I felt lost, and insecure. I didn’t know what was happening to me, why did I feel that way, trapped in my own skin... I stopped having friends because everyone could see how weird I was and nobody wanted to talk to me, except for this one girl: Bree Matthews."

Beck’s jaw tightened, their eyes wandering all over the place because of the nervousness.

“So, Bree and I started to hang out. Chill some time round. We were close, I mean, really, really close. She was the one who I told about my dysphoria first, and she was totally supportive. She helped me understand what I was going through, sometimes she would borrow her brother’s old clothes to give them to me and helped me pick my very first short haircut. Bree was my safe space in a town where I’d be mistreated just to use a bathroom. I kinda felt for her… so one night into the forest I kissed her. And~ it wasn’t a good idea.”

“What happened?”

“Well~ Daniel and his gang came into the picture and intimidated her, so she sold me as a pervert, a weirdo, among other… awful things. Can’t blame her, Daniel was a wrecked truck whenever he wanted so… yeah. My family found me eight hours after, all beat up from head to toes. I was unconscious and with an actually broken rib.” Beck tried to joke, but it was so bad at timing it actually made it worse for Poppy to hear. “I~ I almost die.” Beck sighed, as if with that they could put all that behind. “Anyway so she apologized to me through a phone call because she wanted to kiss me too but, you know, shit happens; I got better and now I’m in New York doing what I love so… Happy ending, right? It was funny, they didn’t let me use the bathroom but they all thought I was “male enough” to beat the crap out of me ever since.”

Poppy stopped playing with Beck’s hands, making them do the same. They told the end of the story so lightly as if they were talking about a T.V. show they just watched and not some really cruel harassment they went through for a long time. The strawberry blonde was a lot of things, bad things, but the things that beast did to Beck just because of their dysphoria? That was a whole new level that Poppy would never stoop into.

“How can you joke about things like that?”

“Well, I figured I had two ways to address the problem: Being insecure or making the most out of this. That’s why I do music. Yeah, my songs don’t talk about the transgender community directly, but I make sure everybody knows who am I. What I am. I write songs for people out there that feel just the same as I do. Not only transgender people, but the whole LGBTQ+ also needs representation! Folks having their back! And if I can reach at least one soul and show them that no matter how they were born, they can make it… Hell, I could die happily.”

The fire in their eyes, the passion radiating strongly from their body, from their words. It was impossible for Poppy to look away from Beck. Of course, Beck didn’t care about a spot in the T list, or and stupid award. Beck was more into their music, making their voice be heard. That was why they did claim to care less about competition, Beck was climbing their way to the top because of their conviction and resilience. It was curious how the more she learned about Beck, the more she felt drawn to them.

“You are so brave, do you know that?”

“And it only took me a delicate rib and trust issues.” Beck claimed proudly as if it was a bargain.

“Trust issues? Beck, you’re one of the most confident people l know!” They began to laugh, the blonde could feel their laughter below her because of the slight belly-shaking. “It’s irritating.”

“I am really amazing myself.” Poppy rolled her eyes at the flirty smirk Beck flashed towards her. “But I’m not insecure about myself… most of the time. I do have a hard time trusting in people. I mean, Daniel didn’t have a hold on me… Bree, on the other hand…” Beck shrugged. “But I do trust you, Poppy.”

Something inside the blonde felt off, those words accompanied by that good-natured smile made Poppy feel a bit guilty. Like, yeah, she was just trying to archive exactly that for her own benefit, it should feel like a win, right? But no.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, yet.” She said to herself. “For all we know, this is just some casual date.”

Maybe… give up? Maybe actually try and date Beck?

What could possibly go wrong?

“I trust you too, Beck.” She replied without a doubt. So she tossed her golden locks over one shoulder, leaning down to kiss Beck’s lips. She soon felt them kissing her back, sweetly, calmly at first but then it was obvious they both needed more than that. Poppy let go of Beck’s hands to place hers in their Beck, while they grabbed her by the waist. The heat soon took over her body, especially after they responded to it by biting Poppy’s bottom lip, making her moan. Poppy knew right away there was a change in Beck’s behavior, they were more confident, more secure, they actually felt ready and she had to say, that was a very welcome and pleasing development. But they were shaking still.

“What 's wrong? You don’t want to—?”

“No. No, it 's not it. It 's just…” Beck took a deep breath avoiding Poppy's gaze for a second before looking at her pleading while keeping hold on her. “I don’t want you to see me differently when you look at what I have beneath the clothes.” They confessed.

“I won’t. I promise.” She said, caressing the hair in the back of their nape. “This is just you, with all letters.” She smirked, trying to lighten the mood and she succeeded. Beck grinned from ear to ear, relieved, kissing her passionately, hungry and the Poppy did the same, tasting their tongue with hers. The caresses between the two became more intense and she couldn’t stand the fever growing anymore, so she took the edges of their favorite black t-shirt and pulled up, revealing Beck torso for the very first time.

She understood right away what Beck meant. Cutting through their chest there it was a thin, darker line, a scar that was slowly healing, but nevertheless it was there easy to pinpoint. It was strange, she had seen a lot of those mastectomy scars on google but Beck chest looked different somehow, strong, gym crafted, and the scar actually was interesting, sexy even.

“I don’t know what you were so scared of, Hughes. Hell, you’re hot as fuck, I hate you.”

Beck chukled, their confidence coming back.

“Yeah, well… There is not an ugly part on this body afterall.” They grinned.

“I’m going to erase that obnoxious smirk of yours.”

“You will?” Beck grabbed a hold on Poppy’s hair and pulled slightly but demanding backwards, exposing her neck to them to kiss and lick, causing a shaking sigh that turned the heat even higher for both. “Show me then.” They whispered over her skin, their breath brushing bristling her body.

Poppy pushed them down on the couch, kissing them hardly. This was war now, and she would definitely win.

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Next

[kandyrezi]

– red carnations;

⌜anonymous asked: Ok so I know there's been a fair bit of Sin stuff, but I feel the need to ask - how would Sin react to her darling hunting her down to confess to her, despite her being in a relationship? They just couldn't hold in the feelings anymore, despite knowing that it's foolish to expect someone as incredible as her to be into them, etc.⌟

pairing: yandere(?) sin x reader (funamusea)

(a/n: there can never too much naga wife love to go around~ u v u tbh i’m not sure how cute of a scenario you wanted it to be, but i hope this is to your liking!)

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The earthly scent of the flowers reaches your senses, in that moment it’s almost easy to become lost in a feeble, little fantasy where nothing in life can go astray.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what has possessed you to such notion involving you piecing together what was previously shattered to lost courage in order to get it off your chest. By how many times your heart beats above the norm whenever she’s near, you could almost mean it quite literally.

…she is married for Elux’s sake, how could you ever hope to think there being a chance of her returning your feelings?

What would that make you anyhow, a concubine of some kind to a harmonious marriage?

For the most part you are an observer from the sidelines; she is always busy, so you aren’t sure if there is a correct time you are supposed to approach her. Sin is nearly always in presence of her wife otherwise, so it would be difficult to get her alone. Unless you want to tell her you have feelings for her in front of Reficul or Mors, who would no doubt bury you alive.

You had no problem conversing and spending time as acquaintances before, but something quite clearly has changed if you’re behaving differently, leaving you to wonder if she would like an explanation for it – when she’d attempted to make small-talk at times when other demons were nearby, but you would more often than not, run away to avoid saying something you might come to regret in messy tumble of words. Now you were seriously re-considering and actually wondering whether admitting your deepest, inner thoughts out loud to the most powerful creature in Pentagram World would be an intelligent idea.

You find her near the edge of the precipice surrounded by pearly gates with rare sprouting orchids clinging to the metal poles, looking as the burgundy dusk settles and stars decorate in the sky behind the gate. It reminds you of a painting that would otherwise be dull were it not for the subject at the focus point to make it whole. You know exactly what – rather whom, makes it complete.

The weather is usually awful all-year around, but in this time of early night the stars had finally aligned for you. You had acquired the flowers from Alibe, who almost too politely allowed you to pluck them from his houseplant collection it almost seemed a little suspicious, but you barely cared about that then.

Minutes tick by in your head then – you go to approach her, but your footing fails you and you trip over a rock, falling off the hillside. You tumble downwards, painfully faceplanting against the soil-covered ground.

A familiar, concerned voice rings from afar a few seconds later.

“Oh! Oh dear, are you alright?”

Waiting for the vivid distortion to clear from your vision, you look up to see her leaning down, placing her palms on underneath your own to grasp your fingers carefully helping you back to mildly unstable feet.

“I’m alright, i-it didn’t even hurt…”

Not nearly as much as it hurt your dignity – or whatever scraps were left of it anyway. You wince, feeling a killer headache rapidly spreading through your scalp, no doubt a far cry from a developing bruise.

(stupid rock. stupid, stupid hillside. and most importantly – stupid, clumsy you.)

Before the mortifying ordeal of knowing you’d just embarrassed yourself in such manner can sink in, you quickly pick up the flowers, hastily try to wrap them together again to look decent, then extending your hand out.

Her gaze follows your mini-bouquet, observing it with curiosity now.

“Hm? Who are those fo—” the serpent doesn’t get a word in, before you blurt out a confession.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

Covered in layers of dust and dirt from head to toe, you present her with spray made of red carnations. The low whistling of wind only continues to quietly breeze by. You mentally grimace at catching a glimpse of her blinking, being otherwise motionless.

Then she’s frowning.

You feel a pit forming in your stomach, clutching at your insides painfully—

“Dear, your nose is bleeding.”

You nearly gape, tongue stuck at the back of your throat. Sin slithers a bit closer until there’s almost no space left in between bodies.

“Allow me to fix that.” she says and wipes away the blood with a handkerchief kept in a pocket embroidered in her olive cape reaching down long as her hair. Folding the cloth together and putting it away, she places her palm against your temple. It fades away quickly as it merged; pain is no longer coursing through the area from where you hit your head.

(you nearly blush at being tended to like this.)

It’s still a morbid silence that becomes too much for you to bear. You were almost on the brink of wishing the Devil would emerge and slam you six– no, sixty feet deeper into the ground as far as the underworld goes for this foolish act… until Sin extends her arms to take the flowers from you, looking like she wants to say something about it, but an interruption cuts through when one of them begins to blossom and tilt upwards, petals extending, a mouth forming and opening, sinking its razor-like daggers into the serpent lady’s index finger, surprising both you and her.

‘Damn you, Alibe—!’ you curse that doctor in your head for ruining any and all zero point one chances you might have had at that point.

“Oh, what playful ones you are.” The serpent remarks to the plants, not looking deterred in the slightest as she hums a soothing tune to get the red crawlers to calm down, sharp teeth disappearing and eventually reverting to their original state of looking like regular pretty red carnations, petals stopping their shaking.

“Meat-eating plants are quite fascinating, aren’t they? Beautiful in appearance and quite curious in essence, but… they can cause a great deal of hurt if one isn’t aware of their actual, deadly nature.” she says – you swear you see something mischievous in the look she’s giving you, but you can’t decipher what it is.

“Y-Yes, they are certainly a source of interest…” you say, every neuron alert for any potential sign of displeasure, “I thought… you’d like them… maybe.”

“Now… would you like to tell me why have you been running from me as of late every time I try to talk to you?” she inquires, allowing the plants in her hands to now rest idly.

It seems there was no escape after all. You fumble with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to suddenly focus on. You suspect she probably knows your answer already by now, but as you wait a few minutes in silence, you realize she expects you to say it out loud.

“I… I was nervous because you’re the most extraordinary, elegant being in this world and I am just… nothing compared to you. Just one, ordinary blade of grass next to a grand tree that can reach even the far above skies and beyond. I wish I could offer more than what I am, but even that turned out to be a catastrophe in making…” you grumble, recalling that earlier mishap.

Your words cause her to go deep into thought for a minute and you’re anticipating her words.

She speaks again then, “How do you expect me to reciprocate your feelings if you have such a low opinion of yourself?”

You blink, confused at her answer, “I… h-how do you mean?”

“Do you not see yourself as worthy of being in my presence?” she asks, still cradling the gift close in her embrace, whilst her knuckles rest underneath her chin – you see the first sign of displeasure, but not from the actions you’d previously anticipated.

“Um, no, I… I want to feel worthy. I’ve been looking… just observing far too long from a distance, I think my own rotting heart would have turned to dust from inside out if I let this fire in me continue on burning, but now I’m not sure if I should have just let it happen,” you sigh, “I’m sorry for being a bother, but I hope you won’t hold any ill will against me for it… I just needed to get this off my chest.”

Before you allow your own inferiority complex to gnaw away your senses, Sin’s response back to you is almost immediate.

“You may have misunderstood me, it wasn’t my intention at all to dismiss your confession.” she says, with the same gentle voice you’ve become so used to.  She is even smiling with sincerity now.

“Your heart isn’t rotten in any way. In fact, you’re very cute with many things to admire. I know you always speak from the most inner of your soul, and… you should know I’ve reciprocate your feelings from the very beginning, perhaps with even more so the amount of passion you do, if you would allow me to show you more thoroughly, if my words alone are not convincing you.”

You feel foolish to the point you’re only able to quake slightly, swallowing the lump in your throat to clear your voice, “B-But… what about Refi— I mean, the Devil Queen?” you remember to address her with a respectful title for she is still technically your superior, especially in presence of her lawfully-wedded wife.

“I’m sure she won’t mind me having another beloved of my own. After all, love is meant to be shared, whether that’s between two unified persons or more.”

She gestures for you to place your hands towards her, as she hands you one of the very same red carnations you just gifted her.

“I… y-you knew all this time then…?” you accept the flower, holding it within your grasp, wanting to suddenly never let go of it.

“Darling dove, never shy from what your heart desires with this burning, ardent ache. I was wondering if I would have to wait for another eternity for you to approach me again to tell me about this.” she’s jokingly exaggerating her claim, but the words are not lost on you.

“I’m very perceptive of people’s emotions and it’d be sinful of me to lie and say I haven’t had this… desire to keep you all to myself alongside all my other possessions,” she tells you, offering you her hand to take, you swear her eyes are a deeper shade of red than you’ve seen before, “So, how would you like to accept my invitation to accompany me to my garden?”

You don’t need to think over your answer for too long this time.

- : - : -: - : -

(a/n: this is also partially dedicated to Piralos, i don’t know if this was her request but since as an avid Sin worshipper lover, i hope you like this!! 🍷)

[witchcraftingboop]

Re: Jbird & RainS. (Briar) Discourse

Previously, I have spoken with the person who made very serious allegations against JBird, calling him a racist, that were then used by others to spread slander against him. They have since apologized and admitted that JBird isn't a racist, and I genuinely think there was a stark miscommunication that went on to prompt such a claim. I don't want to name them or involve them here, since I do believe they've already reflected enough on the situation at hand, and is still deeply considering the multi-faceted hornet's nest of problems they've stumbled upon.

However, in light of the blatant dismissal and refusal to submit actual proof against the two, I feel as if I should share the information I offered this person before.

If you are basing your arguments against Jbird and Briar off of the previous, separate Discord group discussions of Trio & co. - screenshots of which have been, and continue to be spread years later, by Prim - then I especially implore you to be open to what I have to say. As a third party to this continually and rapidly spiralling debacle, I feel like there's not much I can say or do to assist my friends in being heard, but I feel as if I ought to try. Prim's following is large and actively prepared to follow her "do not interact even to ask questions" policy, so I worry it may be too late already. But I am not without hope or faith.

Tumblr is, unfortunately, a place where hate spreads rapidly, and while I do love the broad community it fosters, I am also aware that, even with the best of folks, it is hard to see the side of someone you've already decided is guilty and not worth approaching for an explanation.

First and foremost, I believe in innocence until proven guilty.

Now then! Onto my offered commentary/input! (Sorry to prattle on so much.)

To start, thedesertgod, also known as Trio, did go through and look for her personal information, which is messed up. But that person has already apologized, if I'm remembering correctly, and left Tumblr. And the other main user who helped spread information about Prim being a race faker also admitted wrong and left. The others in the chat, particularly Mystic and Ronan appear to just be making jokes and stating factual informative summaries, respectively. E-muete also said "ok no" after the Dolezal comment, which is a common "no that's too far a comparison/joke/statement" substitute among their forums and chats and often means they don't actually agree with what they themselves said. Ruby also politely reminds Trio that it's impossible to tell someone's race off of their appearance alone. So what I see here is definitely problematic, but entirely on Trio's part. I'm not saying it's not screwed up to find pictures of someone's parents and debate their race, but the persons who did those things have already left the Tumblrsphere.

Unfortunately, the people you've pointed out don't have a good history with Prim even before the whole "Trio nitpicking her race" thing. Prim used to follow more than a few of them and use their posts to fuel her platform, oftentimes creating uninformed mish-mosh articles with a voice of authority that simply wasn't warranted. As I'm sure you're aware, it's hard enough dealing with people stealing your content word for word, but to attempt to steal your knowledge? Your initiations and rites of passage? And use them to sell yourself as a master of a breadth of practices? The tradcrafters of that particular circle decided to band together and block her from interacting with them directly for that very reason. And because of that, Prim started telling her followers that they are all racist and elitist and ableist and gatekeepers. These terms over the years have become almost like triggers in that once they're said, everyone seems to put on a blindfold and fall into a frenzied rage. And to be fair, Prim is far too quick, in my opinion, to bring up racism as the reason others disagree with her. Most times, I've noticed at least, that if she calls someone racist or says they're unsupportive of POC, she nearly immediately brings up BLM activism in her posts or reblogs. I'm not saying I necessarily support calling all of her activistic inclinations performative, but where the tradcradt group she calls racist is more than willing to talk of and show proof of their contribution, Prim never has and avoids it if asked. I can see both sides, really. But the fact remains that calling someone performative in their actions, does not a racist make. Neither, in my opinion, does interacting with people who are assumed (without real and concrete proof) to be racist.

I can appreciate where you're coming from; honestly, I can. People have grown accustomed to hearing the prefix trad- and preparing for the worst. Racism is a systematic and prevailing problem in the society all around us, so it makes sense to be on the lookout for it. You want to protect yourself and your community. I can understand your sentiments perfectly. But I cannot support "guilty by association" viewpoints. As a WOC who grew up in some rough areas, I have seen boys killed under that very same reasoning. Jbird is a good friend of mine, and I have never questioned his morals or ethics. I have seen no sign of my being looked down upon for the color of my skin, nor anyone else who runs in that very same circle.

What I see is what I see in a lot of faces on this hellsite: hurt. Before Trio and after Trio left, the tradcraft community has been slandered and ostracized. They have shut themselves off to outsiders for the very thing you've done to Jbird just yesterday. They hold their secrets closer than most other communities now because persecution is seemingly forever at their door. On Prim's end too, there has been struggle and pain and needless arguing and hurt. If those you approach seem prickly, it is often because the world has roughened their edges, not because they personally are against you.

I asked for a couple examples from the group and one person (I'll keep them anonymous because I didn't confirm they'd like their name here) said: she has talked about saint magic (trio), hadean pamphlet (trio), hubris (Ruby), fairies, trad craft shit (Mahigan among others), etc etc

From what I personally have seen, her most recent was the Witch Fire podcast. A few tradcraft blogs had a debate/discussion about Witch Fire and its traditional eurocentric foundations in witchcraft not that long ago, and then Prim decided to put out a podcast that was so uninformed, I'm still worried about how younger or newer witches might be hurt by it.

Unfortunately the tradcraft community is vulnerable to that kind of thing [being called names or falsely accused] and an easy target. That's why being called those kind of harsh words - like gatekeeping, elitist, racist, and ableist - are met with so much anger from them. I take it very seriously because I've seen the kind of whiplash it has, especially on such a closed off group.

[A Reply.] Yeah no, Prim "apologizes" by talking about how she's been previously given a hard time with interjections of "but please don't go around spreading hate" and never directly apologizes to the tradcrafter in such posts. Unfortunately, her "apology" did more harm than good. I was hoping she'd just ignore it but . . . This tends to happen too 🤦‍♀️

I think that if both sides were able to approach it as openmindedly as you have, there would be a lot less drama and in-fighting on this app 😩 I really did enjoy talking with you though!

That just about covers everything I'd like to say on the matter.

I do not condone spreading hate, just as I don't condone misinformation or blind allegiance to what one person says. So if you can respectfully and openmindedly address your questions/comments/concerns, I don't see why you can't interact with Briar, Jbird, or myself. I understand it's easy to get caught up in the first perspective you're given, but it is my hope that Witchblr as a whole can be more open to hearing both sides of the story. Blindly blocking and cancelling certain bloggers is something I don't support nor encourage. I understand Prim must be tired of addressing all of the drama that churns around her, so I won't speak as to what her reasoning could be for suggesting such a solution. I'm simply stating what I hope for the community as a whole.

| | Note: The statements above were written early (I think, my sense of time is off) yesterday, and as of yet, I have still seen no concrete evidence that Briar or Jbird have ever made racist comments. On Briar's part, I have seen her observation that activism on a performative platform such as Tumblr can come off as performative, but she never once said she doesn't know or see why Prim would support and promote BLM activism. Something I think was misconstrued and lumped all together to sound as if she thought Prim were faking her contributions altogether. | |

[willow-salix]

Hog-Malarkey

Just a little (I’m lying about the little) thing that @olliepig​ and I have thrown together for you all to enjoy. The Secret Santa gift exchange took care of Christmas so we’ve got New Year covered. Here’s a little snippet of the first half (we’ll post the second half tomorrow), you can read the rest on Ao3 by clicking this link. 

“Remind me again, just why are we here?” asked John with a shiver as the car made its way through the streets toward the centre of the city.

“Because Penny was invited to some fancy party at the castle and invited Gordon and Cat, which somehow ended up with all of us getting dragged along just for good measure,” Scott grumbled from the front seat, ignoring the whack on the back of the head that could have come just as easily from Cat or Selene.

“Well I think it’s going to be fun,” declared Selene firmly with a defiant look at John, daring him to disagree with her. “It’s not often we get to spend time together off the island as a family and the least you boys can do is stop complaining.”

“It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s too early and I have far too much work to catch up on after Christmas, I fail to see why I had to be included on this little trip,” John muttered under his breath, crossing his arms  in an effort to keep warm. The driver had the heating on full blast but he could still feel the damp cold sneaking into every exposed gap on his person to freeze him down to his toes. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” Virgil piped up, a happy grin firmly fixed on his face. Scott shot a look at him that clearly warned him not to elaborate on that, on pain of death.

“Honestly, you men are so grumpy it’s ridiculous. I thought I’d married the only anti social one,” Selene said, ignoring  John's huff of protest, “but clearly not. This is a chance to have a break, maybe take in the sights and relax and all you're doing is complaining. If this is how it’s going to be then Cat and I will leave you at the hotel and have some fun on our own, won’t we, Tippy Toes?”

“Absolutely. If you boys want to be miserable then that's fine, but you’re not cramping our style. I’ve not been to Edinburgh for years and I’ve been looking forward to this so I’ll be damned if I’m letting some grumpy ass Tracys spoil it,” Cat finished with a flourish.

“OK, OK,” Scott placated her. “We’ll get checked in to the hotel, get some warmer clothes on and head out to see what the city has to offer. How does that sound, everyone?”

“That’s good for me,” Virgil smiled, nudging Alan as he peered out the window at the fairground attractions that were in the gardens below the castle. “Wanna go and see those, squirt?”

“I’m not a kid any more, Virgil,” grumbled Alan, trying hard to ignore the matching grins on his brothers’ faces as they watched him trying to reconcile his love for anything that spun him upside down with his desire to be seen as one of the adults. “But I guess it might be fun…”

“I’d just like to say, here and now, that I am NOT going on anything that spins fast or does that loopy loop shit, not unless you want me throwing up on your lap. We all remember what happened last time I let Alan and Gordon drag me onto a ride and we won’t be doing it again,” Selene told them firmly. 

Alan sniggered to himself, reminded of their trip to the theme park a few years before. “I promise we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Good,” she huffed. “I need a relaxing break after the stress of dealing with you idiots the entirety of Christmas.”

“She’s just worried what she’ll blurt out this time if she goes on another ride,” Scott side whispered to Cat. “Last time she yelled for a divorce and they had only been dating four months but Grandma overheard and got all excited. They said they weren't ever getting hitched but now look, married and scowling all the time. I thought that only happened in TV shows.” He ducked and yelped when he received another smack around the head, confirming his suspicions that it had been Selene the first time too.

“I don’t think there is anything else she could yell out,” Cat whispered back. “Not unless she starts offering to sacrifice her first born to ensure her safety.”

“Don’t give Grandma more ideas,” Scott winked. “That would mean popping out a sprog first.”

“We can hear you, you know,” John hissed through chattering teeth, allowing Selene to wrap her arms around him in a bid to warm him up. Space was never like this, his suit kept him at the perfect temperature, space was quiet and calm and above all, didn't have his brothers there. This little trip was going to be a nightmare, he could feel it in his bones. 

“I know,” Scott assured him. “Doesn’t make it less true.”

“I think that's us here,” Cat called out, elbowing Scott in the ribs as they pulled up outside a grand looking old building right beside the castle, shutting down any further conversation. 

“Wow,” Selene whispered, her nose pressed against the window. “That really is a castle, an actual freaking castle. Bitch, we’re gonna be princesses!”

“Hell yeah, we are,” Cat grinned back at her as John and Scott exchanged a look of pure terror, wondering what was about to be unleashed onto the world.

“I wonder if  they have decent bathtubs here?” Selene pondered, ignoring the sniggers that echoed around the car. It wasn’t her fault that Scott had told everyone about the room cleaning bill that Penelope had discreetly passed on to him after she and John had accidentally flooded a bathroom the morning after Penelope’s charity ball.

"I meant so John could warm up!" 

"Sure you did," Scott drawled, not sounding like he believed her at all. 

“Oh look,” Virgil called loudly, pointing out of the window, clearly having never been more thankful to see his younger brother in his life before. “There’s Gordo.”

John frowned, catching sight of the strained look on the aquanauts face through the rain speckled windows of the car. “He doesn’t look happy.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Scott agreed, throwing open the door before the driver could make his way around the car to open it for them, waving his aside impatiently. “Gordon, what's wrong?” 

Selene exchanged a look with Cat, one eyebrow raised, Cat shrugged in return, a small smile forming as she watched Scott striding across the pavement. It was always interesting to watch the sudden shift that took place inside Scott whenever his bro sense tingled. He could go from teasing to serious in the blink of an eye whenever he felt like one of his family needed him.

“I know that smile,” Selene whispered to the other woman, “should we be expecting another room cleaning bill?”

“He’s just so damn sexy when he does that,” Cat sighed dreamily.

Selene cast a glance at John who had apparently forgotten that he was cold and grumpy to join Scott in his interrogation, a frown creasing his forehead as he shifted effortlessly into work mode. “Yeah, I'm with ya, girl.” 

Slipping her arm through Selene’s, Cat towed her along as they scurried to catch up with the rest of the family, Virgil and Alan having exited while they had been eyeing up their men.

“So she was sick right there and then?” they heard Alan ask, his eyes as round as saucers, as the girls joined the huddle of Tracy that had formed.

“In the ice bucket,” Gordon confirmed with a sad nod.

“She didn’t go on any of those rides, did she?” Alan asked. “Because if that’s the reaction I’m definitely not sitting next to Sel on anything ever again.”

“Hey!” Selene protested, insulted on her stomach's behalf. Alan just shrugged, unconcerned, he'd only said the truth. 

“And you still don’t know what it was that caused it?” Virgil asked, trying valiantly to drag the conversation back to its original point, the medic in him wanting all the information. 

“No! One minute we were enjoying dinner the next she was bright red and honking like a goose whenever she tried to speak.”

“Definitely an allergic reaction,” Virgil agreed. “Any other symptoms?”

“Other than re-spackling half the bathroom from both exits and not coming out all night?”

Alan made a face that registered his disgust at his brother’s vivid description, he'd never look at the Lady the same again.

“Yes, other than that."

“Itchy, blotchy, pukey,” Gordon ticked off symptoms on his fingers like he was calling a register at Disneyland. “Swollen and dizzy. Nope, I think that’s about it.”

“Is that not enough?” Selene asked, her eyes widening in horror.

“Where is she now?” Cat asked, concerned for her best friend. Penelope was not one to be caught out in such a manner, she had very few allergies but always made sure that any chef was well informed before she dined, so this one had to be previously unknown.

“Parker took her home about an hour ago, she’s got the family doctor on standby waiting to meet her back at the manor.”

“So, does that mean we can all go home?” John asked hopefully.

Gordon shook his head. “She made me promise that we would represent her in her absence. Apparently someone from the Creighton-Ward family has been in attendance for the last two hundred years and we can’t let her down.”

“Well, if you promised I don’t see that we have a choice,” Virgil admitted.

“Oh, come on guys,” Gordon pleaded, seeing the looks of resignation on his family’s faces. “It won’t be that different to what we would have been doing already, we just have to be on our best behavior and follow a few more traditions, that's all.”

“Why do I feel like we’re going to regret this?” Scott groaned.  

               ***

“So you’re telling me now that we’ve all got to wear kilts?” Scott exclaimed, his displeasure written all over his face as he took in the five matching outfits that hung from a rail that had been wheeled into the shared living space of their suite. 

[m0etenchandon]

Romantic Getaway (Reader x Gwil x Ben smut)

Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee x Ben Hardy Summary: The boys spend an entire week getting you sexually frustrated, and after the tennis match a couple of weeks later, they have an idea you can´t refuse.  Warnings: SMUT (18+), threesome, teasing, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!Gwilym, some sub!Ben and featuring a tiny bit of jealous!Joe Word count: 11K

Masterlist

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

The second you stepped out of the plane in France, you were hit with the warm summer air. It was almost too hot. The sun felt scorching against your skin and you scrambled to locate your sunglasses in the bottom of the bag. Of course they were at the bottom, it was just your luck. Really, you shouldn´t complain though. You had somehow managed to join Ben and Gwilym on their press trip. Cognac wasn´t really your thing per se, but it was an opportunity you weren´t going to turn down. Even though it meant the two boys had lied and told the arrangers you were their manager. You were fine living with a lie for the next week. Surely, they could teach you some acting skills so you could fool everyone.

You turned around just in time to see Ben take a selfie with Gwilym in the background. He was biting down on his bottom lip, and if it weren´t from his sunglasses, the picture would clearly show him squinting his eyes. Ben´s hair looked golden in the sunlight, and you could also definitely see some stubble on his top lip and chin. He wasn´t able to grow out a full beard like Gwilym, but a boy can dream.

Speaking of Gwilym, the man didn´t have time to react before Ben snapped the picture, yet he still managed to look effortlessly sexy. His hair was slightly messed up by the wind, his deep blue eyes concealed by his sunglasses.

The both of them were gorgeous, there was no denying that. They always looked good. It was a struggle really being friends with them. There was always a lingering sexual tension in the air accompanied by looks and touches that lasted a little bit too long. Not to mention when Joe was there too. The three of you always ganged up on the poor guy, but you knew he secretly loved it. However, maybe not the fact that he was missing this trip. That was happens when you live across the Atlantic. It was always a blast when you saw Joe. One time you even ended up almost sleeping with him before realizing what you were doing. Needless to say, there were a lot of drinks involved. Specifically, tequila. But, you still remember the way he grabbed your ass and poured all his energy into the kiss. The way his stubble rubbed against your face. You never spoke about it, but you both certainly spent your time thinking about it. A lot of time.

“Are you trying to fuck the camera, Ben? Bloody hell that lip bite oof I´m sweating”, you teased, stopping and putting your hands on your hips. The rest of the group was waiting for everyone to get off the small plane before getting into cabs.

“Aaw, are you jealous, Y/N?”, Ben asked. He winked at you and you hated the fact that your pulse immediately went up.

“You wish”, you mumbled. You definitely were. You might have been able to fool them, but not yourself. “It´s just the heat”

“Stop flirting and let me see the photo”, Gwilym said, walking up to Ben. He ducked his head to see the brightly lit screen. “Ah come on, mate! You caught me off guard, I look awful”

“Well I think you look handsome, Gwil. Besides, Ben´s the one who looks awful in this picture. He looks like he just smelled something really bad”, you said, winking at the tall man in front of you.

“I just caught a whiff of you, love”, Ben said, “but relax, I´m just sending it to Joe”

“Rude”, you said, pushing his shoulder. A smile tugged at your lips though, you knew he was only joking.

“Ah ok. Go ahead then. Show that fucker what he´s missing out on”, Gwilym said. He gave you a kind smile and a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you for your compliment. It probably didn’t mean a lot to him, but you could already feel yourself getting even hotter. Heat rose to your cheeks and you blew out a breath of air.

“Did you just get all flustered, Y/N? I didn´t mean to overstep my boundaries”, Gwilym said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nah it´s just the heat. You know I don´t mind”, you said, and thankfully the cabs arrived. You really didn´t want to continue the conversation.

The three of you took one cab for yourself. Obviously, you would eventually have to socialize with the other “influencers” on the trip, but for now you just wanted some time alone with your boys.

“What should the caption on the picture be?”, Ben asked, getting ready to send the picture to Joe. He had pushed the sunglasses up to his head so his golden curls hugged them, his green eyes meeting yours as he waited for a reply. What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his hair.

“What about wish you were here, handsome?”, you suggested with a smirk. You knew Ben and Gwilym hated the fact that you hooked up with Joe once. Or, they didn´t explicitly say it, but they got all jealous and protective whenever one of you brought it up.

“You kiss him once and now you think he is handsome?”, Gwilym said. Yup, there was definitely jealousy in the air.

“It was more than a kiss, Gwil. And besides, I told you literally a few minutes ago that you look handsome too”, you said, winking.

“What about me?”, Ben asked, forcing your attention away from Gwilym. You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Ben”

“Then why have you never kissed us?”, he asked. Oh, if only he knew how many times you´ve thought about it.

“The opportunity never struck”, you mumbled, shrugging. You definitely would have, given the chance.

“What was that, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked. Ok so they didn´t hear. That´s for the better, you guessed.

“Never mind”, you said, reaching for Ben´s phone. “Here, I´ll come up with something”

--- Joe replied just as you pulled up outside an old castle. You could hear Ben´s phone ding but you were far too preoccupied taking in the view. You had previously been briefed that you would do a sightseeing stop on your way to the hotel and this was it. The buildings in front of you were simply stunning, so beautiful you felt out of place. So romantic.

“Wow”, you said, looking around and taking it all in. Yep, you were definitely happy you agreed to come.

“Y/N! Joe said we have to try harder to get him jealous”, Ben said, following after you with his eyes glued to his phone. There was a whiny tone to his voice that went straight to your core. A shiver ran down your back.

“Can you take a picture of us?”, Gwilym asked.

“What? No, do it yourself”

“Come on, you work for us, remember?”, Ben said with a wink.

You groaned. The acting had to start now apparently. You shot him an annoyed smile before reaching your hand out in front of you, palm up. Ben placed his phone in it and went to stand next to Gwilym. They posed next to each other in a passway, backs against each other.

“You have to stand closer than that”, you said, snapping a photo. You knew Joe hated missing out, but he hated seeing Ben and Gwilym being affectionate even more. Also, you wanted to see them together too. Purely for selfish purposes.

Gwilym moved an arm around Ben and pulled him into his side. You took a photo.

“Even closer”, you said, “Just hug each other. That will drive him insane”

Yep, definitely for selfish purposes.

Ben laughed before wrapping his hands around the taller man´s waist. He rested his head against Gwilym´s cheek. Wow they really did look cute like that. What you wouldn´t give to be in between that sandwich though.

“Yes, just like that”, you said with a grin. You eagerly took several more pictures, having them make silly faces at the camera. Trying to ignore the tingle in your lower half. They just looked so good like this. You were pretty sure your legs were about to give in when Ben tilted his head slightly and Gwilym shot you one of his signature tight lipped smiles. The fact that you could see Ben´s new tattoo didn´t help either.

“Joe will be so pissed”, Ben giggled as you showed him the pictures. He chose the best one and sent it off to Joe.

---

You didn´t have anything planned for the rest of the night, but to be honest you were relived. It had been a long day of travelling and you desperately wanted some alone time to deal with the frustration that had built throughout the day watching Ben and Gwilym be all over each other. Thankfully, you had your own room.

You took a long, warm, shower. Just letting the water run down your body and the scented soap fill your nostrils. Hotel soap usually sucked, but this was a fancy hotel, so it was actually decent. There was some matching body lotion on the counter too, which you rubbed all over your body.

Wrapping a towel around your hair and the bathrobe around your body, you emerged from the bathroom to find both Ben and Gwilym lounging on your bed. Fuck. So much for alone time. They would only make your frustration worse.

They hadn´t noticed you appearing, too preoccupied with their phones. You rolled your eyes and coughed, immediately feeling two pairs of eyes raking all over your body. The robe was long, so you were pretty well covered. Well except for the low neckline. You adjusted it and raised your eyebrows.

“Guys, what are you doing here?”, you asked, walking over to your suitcase and started picking out an outfit to wear. Your plans of staying in bed naked all night had gone out the window.

“Joe still isn´t jealous. Or at least he says he isn’t”, Ben whined. God it was a beautiful noise.

“And?”, you asked, “Why should I care?”

You picked out a clean pair of underwear and added it to the pile of clothes in your hands.

“Well we thought of something else that might make him jealous and we need your uh- your help”, Gwilym said. Fucking hell how many more photos did they want?

“Ugh fine just let me get dressed and we can go out”, you said, turning and walking over to the bathroom only to be stopped by Ben.

“Wait, don´t! It uhm- we were thinking maybe you could be in this photo”, he said. There was a pink blush creeping up to his cheeks, making you squint your eyes.

“Ok? In what setting exactly?”

“Just hear us out on this one, ok?”, Gwilym said. He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand in his. Oh, that felt nice.

“O-Ok”, you said. Gwilym gave you a bright smile before leading you over to the bed, sitting you down as Ben got up. They were both staring down at you which only made you more nervous. What the hell was going on?

“So, we know that Joe is pissed he never got to sleep with you, right?”, Ben said, to which you nodded in agreement. He had told the boys several times, and they of course had told you. It´s not like you didn´t regret it yourself so it was fine.

Wait, where was this going?

“Yeah and we were thinking that if we sent a photo of us eating you out or something that would really get to him”, he followed. What now? You were pretty sure your jaw was about to hit the ground.

“We don´t have to actually do anything. It´s just pretend”, Gwilym said, trying to calm your shocked state.

Oh. You felt kind of disappointed actually.

“Please say something, love”

“I-uhm, sure”, you said after a while. At least the image would come in handy when you were finally able to be alone.

“Ok great”, Ben said, a grin spreading over his face. “Uhm, if you go put on a pair of underwear we´ll get ready out here, ok?”

Your mind was racing as you walked on shaky legs towards the bathroom. Of course, Gwil and Ben had seen you in a bikini before, but this was different. This was lacy underwear. Which by the way left very little to the imagination.

Thankfully, you had settled on a matching black set. At least it wasn´t some old, washed out granny panties.

After putting it on and fixing your hair in the mirror, you walked out into your bedroom again only to find both Ben and Gwil shirtless next to your bed. Oh my god. Your eyes raked all over their bodies. Over Ben´s hard pecks and defined abs, over Gwilym´s long and toned torso. Both of them insanely hot in their own way.

“Bloody hell, Y/N”, Ben muttered under his breath. Oh. They were checking you out too. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“So, what were you thinking?”, you asked, eager to relieve the tension in the air. One way or another.

“Uhm just grab Ben´s phone and lie down”, Gwilym instructed, gesturing towards the bed.

You took a deep breath and did like you were told. The only thing on your mind was their hungry looks and their nakedness. Even to the point you were operating on pure auto-pilot.

“Tell us to stop if you feel uncomfortable, ok, darling?”, Gwilym asked. You certainly didn´t want this to stop, so you just nodded and grabbed Ben´s phone.

The two boys knelt at the very edge of the bed. Ben reached out to place a hand on both of your thighs, slowly pulling your legs apart. You could hear them draw in a harsh breath when your heat was almost revealed to them, only the thin piece of lace leaving at least a little bit to their imagination.

“Ready?”, Ben asked, raising an eyebrow. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your naked thigh. You felt dizzy, your heat getting damper and damper by the second. You were positive they could tell.

“Mhm”, you said, not trusting your voice. Gwilym smiled at you before leaning in and pressing his lips to the very edge of your panties, millimeters from your entrance. His beard was rubbing against the inside of your thighs, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. You knew, you just knew that your wetness was seeping onto his lips but right now you were too preoccupied with not passing out. Especially when Ben gave a kiss to your inner thigh, just below your knee.

They both looked up at you with cocky looks in their eyes. Shit, right. You were supposed to take pictures.

You hastily snapped several photos of them basically eye-fucking the camera and you definitely staring at them through the screen. You could just barely see the tops of their shoulders and chest and you couldn´t help but start to breathe heavily.

“Did you get them?”, Gwilym asked. His lips were still almost pressed to your heat, the vibrations in his deep voice enough to make you shudder.

“Y-yeah”, you said, having to fight back a whine when they pulled back. Ben reached for his phone to check out the photos as Gwilym gave your knee a kiss. You closed them and threw the blanket over you. It´s not like they hadn´t already seen a lot of you, too much even, but it was nice and warm.

“Thank you for doing this, darling”, Gwilym said. As he moved his lips you could see the side of his chin glisten. Holy shit. He had your pussy juice on his face.

“Oh my god you have- uhm let me get this”, you said, quickly sitting up and swiping your thumb over the wet patch. You collected your wetness before rubbing it onto the sheet. You were absolutely mortified. “Sorry about that”

“It´s alright. I´m flattered”, he said with a wink, and turned his focus to Ben´s phone. He had apparently found a good one and showed it to you, but you couldn´t focus on it. You just nodded while staring into your room. Oh my god. Gwilym had just been flattered that you were wet for him. Was he flirting? What was happening?

“You ok, Y/N?”, Ben asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I´m just tired”, you said. You weren´t exactly lying, you definitely were tired. Tired and very horny.

“Oh, ok. Well good night then, love. See you tomorrow”

“Sleep tight, darling”

You smiled at them before settling back into the warm bed. If it weren´t for your focus on how turned on you were you would have noticed how hard both Ben and Gwilym were as they picked up their shirts and left the room. Might even have heard them jack off through the wall if you had listened hard enough.

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The following day was filled to the brim with activities so you didn´t really have time to talk to Ben and Gwilym in private about the events of last night. You even had breakfast with the other influencers, and you didn´t exactly want to ask what Joe had responded with in front of them. At least it meant that Gwilym had no opportunity to bring up the fact that you had definitely been wet when he kissed your inner thigh.

It didn´t exactly help that the two boys looked incredible in their outfits, your mind going straight back to what happened after they left your room last night. How you had gotten yourself off to the thought of fucking them. What you wouldn´t give to have that happen.

Around 5 pm you were told to go get ready for a fancy dinner at an estate. Luckily, you, Ben and Gwilym were the only three on your floor of the hotel. Or actually, it wasn´t a good thing because the second you stepped out of your room to catch up with them, your pulse rose significantly. If you thought they looked good earlier that day, they looked incredible now. Both of them had on well-fitting dress pants that accentuated their best features. Ben´s pants were a tighter fit than Gwilym´s, his thighs being hugged by the fabric. Gwilym´s pants were a bit too short but showed off his ankles. Who would have thought ankles would turn you on?

They both wore simple, but probably very expensive, white t-shirts tucked into their pants. Gwilym had put on a simple yet smart black cardigan that he had buttoned in the middle while Ben wore a grey fitted blazer. You almost couldn´t tear your eyes away, but slowly made your way up to their faces. They had obviously caught you staring, a smug look on both their lips. Fuck. Their hair was perfect too. Ben´s curls had finally started to grow out a bit after he cut it short, and they laid neatly on the top of his head. Gwilym had styled his in the usual quiff. Up and away from his face. His gorgeous face. And that beard that you had felt against your inner thigh last night.

“Earth to Y/N”, Ben said, waving his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of it and turned to face him. Feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”, you asked.

“I said you look lovely”, he said with a smile. You felt both pairs of eyes rake over your body and take in your summer dress. It was a gorgeous yellow color with flowers printed all over it. Your boobs were on show as well as your legs.

“Oh, thank you”, you said. If you weren´t so turned on by them then maybe you could have actually stuttered out a proper reply. Instead, you just said they looked handsome and pressed the button for the elevator. God, why were you so awkward?

There was so much tension in the air when you all got in the elevator that you were sure you could cut it with a knife.

“So, what did Joe think about the picture last night?”, you asked, twiddling with your key-card. The two boys started laughing, which caused you to whip your head up to look at them.

“Oh he´s so jealous, love”, Ben said, winking. “He told us to stay off his girl”

“What? I´m not his girl”, you said, grateful that the tension had lifted slightly.

“He wishes you were”, Gwilym said. Sure, Joe was hot, but you couldn´t see yourself do more than sleep with him. Despite it being the subject of many of your wet dreams.

“Well he can keep wishing”, you mumbled.

“Also, he thought the photo was staged so we might need to do another one”, Ben said just as the elevator doors opened and you were met by the other influencers. Another one? Yeah, you would be down for that. Your mind already starting to race.

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“Will you take a photo of just us, darling?”, Gwilym asked after they had done the group photo. Thankfully, you didn´t have to be in that because you were their manager. Or at least for the week.

“This is a step down from last night if you´re trying to get Joe jealous, you know”, you said, a smile tugging at your lips. You wanted to move on to more risqué ones.

“This is for Instagram”, Gwilym said, “And to give Joe some fomo. But, we´ll send a different one to him later. A more private one”

Gwilym whispered that last part into your ear, his breath so close to your skin that a shiver ran down your back. You almost dropped his phone at the sensation. Fuck. Wetness started to gather in your panties.

You took a deep breath and quickly snapped some photos of them leaning on each other and doing different poses. The best one was definitely one where Ben was stood two steps above Gwilym and had his arm resting on his shoulder. Gwilym looked up at Ben, his hands in his pockets. They looked ridiculously hot, but the thing that made your heart race was the fact that Ben was staring at you, his lips slightly parted.

“Did you get a good one?”, Ben asked, pulling you from your trance.

“Yeah! I´d certainly get jealous if I missed out on the two of you looking as handsome as this. 10/10 would bang”, you said.

“Really?”, Gwilym teased.

Both boys walked towards you while laughing, and you couldn´t help but take a few candid shots of them smiling.

“It´s the setting. Everyone would look good here”, you lied. You didn´t want them to know just how much you wanted to fuck them. Or maybe you did?

“I´m not so sure, love. Gwilym told me you got really excited when we had our little photoshoot yesterday”, Ben said. He locked his green eyes on yours, making you swallow. Hard.

“I-uhm. I- you interrupted my alone time”, you said in panic. It wasn´t necessarily a lie. You were about to play with yourself after all. “That´s why”

“So you didn´t like it?”, Gwilym asked. Both of them stepped closer and you were pretty sure you were about to pass out. Where was that confident girl who was here just seconds ago?

“Didn’t say that”, you mumbled. “Who wouldn´t like two gorgeous guys between their legs?”

“Are you down for another one then? One where you pretend to suck Ben off?”, Gwilym asked. There it was again. That pretend part. The part that stung.

“Sure”, you said with a shrug. At least it would give you something else to get off to.

The two boys smirked and started walking off towards where the dinner would be held. Neither of them mentioned their abrupt proposal through five courses. Of course, with matching cognac. That was why you were here after all. You just chatted away about normal, mundane, stuff while slowly getting more and more buzzed. It was probably out of order to get drunk at such a fancy restaurant, but they kept pouring you more whenever you finished your drink so really you had no choice.

You were pulled from a conversation with one of the other girls there by a strong hand on your thigh. The warmth from their palm spread up to your heat, causing you to excuse yourself and turn around. You were met by those beautiful deep blue eyes you knew so well.

“Come to the bathroom in two minutes, darling”, Gwilym whispered into your ear before leaving the table.

As he stood up, you noticed Ben was gone too. Right, he was the one you were going to suck off after all. Or, pretend to suck off that was. You couldn´t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over you. Why couldn´t you just tell them you wanted to do it for real? And why could they not just take your hints? Urgh boys. Stupid, gorgeous and so god damn sexy boys.

You counted to 30 two times before excusing yourself. It hadn´t been two minutes yet, but you were getting bored. And certainly impatient. You quickly crossed the bar and knocked on the door to the bathroom.

“It´s me”, you said before knocking again.

The door swung open just as you had raised your hand to knock a third time. Gwilym appeared behind it, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Eager?”, he snickered, gesturing for you to come in. He locked the door behind you.

“Can´t wait to pretend to have Ben´s cock in my mouth”, you said, turning to Ben just in time to see his eyes widen before he cleared his throat and composed himself. It felt really empowering to have him get all flustered.

“So how are we doing this then?”, you asked. You noticed Ben was still fully clothed.

“Just kneel in front of Ben and I´ll take a photo from behind”, Gwilym said, moving his hand as he spoke to show you how he wanted it to look.

You nodded and sank to your knees in front of Ben. You gulped when you were met by his clad crotch, desperately wanting to reach out and touch him. Instead, you looked up at Ben and gave him a smile.

You could hear Gwilym snap a few photos behind Ben before cursing.

“It doesn´t look right”, he mumbled, apparently studying the photo on his phone.

“Maybe if Ben´s pants are pushed down?”, you suggested. You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction. You could see him take in a deep breath, his cheeks flush, before nodding to let you know it was ok.

“Yeah, try that”, Gwilym said.

You pulled Ben´s t-shirt out of his trousers, feeling his hot skin against your fingertips as you moved. You could see a strip of his toned stomach accompanied by a trail of hair as you lifted it, probably higher than strictly necessary, before moving down to work on his button. You popped it open before sliding the zipper down. Your fingers brushed against his boxers, and you swore you could feel his cock stir slightly beneath your touch. Warmth rose to your cheeks.

You reached around and pulled his pants down just slightly, doing the same at the front. The thin material of his boxers was all that was covering his cock. His cock that was definitely semi-hard.

“Hmm, doesn´t look right. Can you pull his boxers down just a little, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked from behind Ben.

Ben nodded when you looked up at him for consent, causing you to relax a little bit. Just a little though, because as you pulled his white Calvin Klein’s down you could see the neatly trimmed patch of hair that was centering around the base of his cock. Even though you could only see the first inch of it, you could tell he was well equipped.

“Yeah that´s it. Lean in a little closer and we´re good, darling”

You took a deep breath and leaned in, closing your eyes in the process. You were so close. You could just poke your tongue out, pull his boxers further down, do literally anything you wanted. But you couldn’t. You wanted to, but that would be taking advantage of the situation.

“Got it”, Gwilym said, excitement evident in his voice.

You opened your eyes and pulled away just as Ben placed his boxers back in place. They were definitely tighter than what they were a minute ago, causing you to smirk. So you had the same effect on him as they did. Good to know.

The photo did turn out great. It was totally believable. You wanted to ask Gwilym if he could send it to you but figured that would seem to desperate. It didn´t really matter though, you still had the clear image of Ben´s crotch mere centimeters from your face. It was a mental image you used several times over the next couple of days, and even weeks, when you were alone with your toys.

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The three of you had left France a couple of days later. It was a good trip, it really was. You got to see some beautiful views. Both in public and in private. The image of Gwilym so close to your heat and Ben´s cock so close to your face left you flustered at the most inappropriate times. Especially the fact that you knew Ben got hard from having you pretend to suck him off. It definitely made you more confident. And arguably flirtier.

You were mostly able to keep your filthy thoughts at bay, but when you opened the door to the waiting cab and saw Ben and Gwilym once again dressed smart, you immediately felt a rush of excitement rush to rest between your legs. Your panties definitely already damp. This would be a long tennis match.

“Hi, boys”, you greeted and slid into the seat beside Gwilym. Ben had once again gone for the white t-shirt tucked into dress pants look, but this time the suit was pink. He kept his blazer open. His trousers cut a bit short to show off his black boots. He looked good. Really good. You hadn´t really seen him in pink before, but he could definitely pull it off.

Gwilym had put on a subtler outfit. His trousers were a deep navy color, of course a little too short this time too. His ankles on show. Oh god you had to take a deep breath. His white button down was slightly open, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his tanned chest and the hair covering it. Gwilym had trimmed his beard, rocking a stubble rather than a full-blown beard this time. You could see the hair had begun to transition into grey, but somehow it just made him even hotter. You definitely had a thing for older guys.

Their hair was of course styled to perfection again, although you were pretty sure they could have rocked up with bed hair and every girl in a mile´s distance would swoon.

“Looking good, love. 10/10 would bang”, Ben said with a wink. You rolled your eyes. The phrase had become an inside joke between the three of you.

“You wish, Jonesy”, you mumbled, putting on your seatbelt.

“Oh he does”, Gwilym said, nudging Ben´s side.

“Like you don´t”, Ben said. He raised his eyebrow at the brunette.

You laughed it off, knowing they were just joking. Or at least they probably were. Right? You were suddenly way too aware of how close you were. Your thighs were pressed up against Gwilym´s, his body heat radiating to yours.

The rest of the ride to Wimbledon was spent catching up on each other´s lives. You were definitely part of the conversation, but your eyes kept drifting down to Gwilym´s thigh. Over to Ben´s. Your panties completely ruined by this point.

“Can you take a photo of us, Y/N?”, Ben asked before the match started. He wanted another one for his grid probably. They had uploaded some of the pictures from your France trip, which reminded you of the nights spent alone each time you opened Insta.

“No, take it yourself. I´m not pretending to work for you anymore”, you said, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping back into your seat. You were so frustrated you couldn´t help but act a little bit rude.

“Geez what´s gotten into you today?”, he said, nudging your side with his elbow. You shot him a glare.

“Just take a selfie mate, Y/N´s probably on her period”, Gwilym said.

“I am not”, you mumbled, watching as Ben flipped the camera on his phone. He did this weird thing with his mouth and gave the camera his finger. You knew he intended it for you, but it didn´t get you mad. In fact, it had the exact opposite effect. You couldn’t help but imagine that thick finger somewhere else. Ok so maybe you did get a little bit mad, but only because it made you even hornier.

Honestly, you couldn´t care less about the actual tennis match, you were here for the free booze. And maybe to gauge at men in suits. However, there was only two men that caught your eye. Which was why you kept looking over at them throughout the match, your sunglasses thankfully keeping them from knowing.

Each time one of them would lean in to whisper something in your ear you would tense up and feel goosebumps form on your skin. You were so horny, your period due in a couple of days. Why were tennis matches this long? All you wanted to do was go home and get into bed with your vibrator. But, no such luck.

You were almost asleep by the time both Ben and Gwilym stood up to cheer the winner on. You stumbled to your feet and politely clapped your hands, mentally thanking the gods that you were finally able to go home.

“Want to come with us back to mine, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked as you made your way through the crowd and towards the waiting cab. You groaned.

“I´m really tired”, you lied. You weren´t tired, you were horny. You needed a release soon or you were sure you were going to drown in a puddle of your own excitement.

“Come on, we´re going to facetime Joe and order a pizza”, Ben said, nudging your side. “You know you want to”

“I don’t know”, you said, giving the driver a smile for opening the door for you.

“We promise it will be worth it”, Gwilym said with a look that could only be described as mischievous. There was something about it that swayed you. Something so mysterious, you eventually agreed.

What you didn´t expect however, was the suggestion they made after you had finished eating. You stood in front of the two boys in Gwilym´s bedroom, your eyes drifting back and forth between them.

“You want us all to have sex? And film it all and send it to Joe?”, you asked, not really believing the words that had come out of Ben´s mouth. You hoped he meant it though. God you wanted to.

“Well yeah, that pretty much sums it up”, Gwilym said, shrugging. Ben had spent a good few minutes trying to tell you what they wanted to do, stuttering his way through. It was kind of cute really.

“Uh, sure”, you said. This was definitely something you wanted. It wasn´t just a spur of the moment kind of thing. The week away with Ben and Gwilym had reminded you just how hot you found both of them and besides, you were all consenting adults so there was really nothing wrong with it. Well maybe except for the part that you would basically be live-streaming the entire thing.

“We need you to be sure, Y/N”, Ben said, apparently having composed himself. His cheeks were still blotchy though.

“I guess”

“Come on. Yes or no, darling”, Gwilym said. He took a step towards you, boring his blue eyes into yours. There was something so different about this time. It would be for real. There would be no pretending. You would have them both in the bed. Naked.

“Yes”, you said, no doubt in your mind.

“Good, maybe we should reenact the photos but this time”, Ben said, stepping closer so he could lean down to whisper in your ear, “You´ll actually have your lips around my cock”

A shiver ran down your shine at his words, and if it weren´t for Gwilym reaching out to grab your waist you were pretty sure you would have collapsed right then and there.

“You would like that, wouldn´t you, darling?”, Gwilym asked. His voice was low and raspy, the vibrations going straight to your heat. They hadn´t even touched you and you were completely putty at their feet.

“Need you to use your words for us, love”, Ben said. He leant down to press his lips to the spot just below your ear lobe, the spot that always drove you crazy. You could even feel him smirk against your skin, clearly happy with having found it right away. His tiny stubble felt rough against your skin as he nibbled and sucked small bites onto your neck. A moan fell from your lips at the tingling sensation. The same tingling you felt in your panties.

“Oh, she likes that, Ben. Better keep it up”, Gwilym said. “Come on, talk to us, Y/N”

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Ben”, you whined, arching into his touch. Feeling Gwilym´s warm hand on the small of your back.

“Mhm, and?”, Gwilym asked.

“God, I want you so bad”, you said, “Please”

“Hmm, that´s it, darling”, he cooed, pulling you away from Ben. You whined at the loss of contact, but the whine was quickly replaced by a moan as Gwilym pressed his lips to yours. His hands snaked up your waist, pulling you close to his body. The kiss was intense, his tongue immediately pressing into your mouth. Your teeth were clashing, his grip on your waist tightening.

You reached out to wrap your hands around his neck. You were desperate to have him even closer. Yet, the only thing that was separating the two of you were your clothes. You pulled back and started unbuttoning Gwilym´s shirt.

“Someone´s eager”, Ben chuckled, watching from the bed. You hadn´t even noticed that he had moved, too preoccupied with the kiss.

“Wait”, Gwilym said, putting his hands over yours. They were hot. And big. Holy shit. “If we´re recreating the photos, then I think you need to lie down”

Oh. You liked where this was going. A lot. The mere memory of Gwilym´s beard against your inner thighs enough to have you clench your thighs together for some sort of friction.

“Would you like that, love? Do you want Gwil to make you cum with his mouth? Maybe his long fingers too?”, Ben asked, grinning when you turned around and let out the most desperate whimper you´ve ever made. They really had you wrapped around their finger.

“I thought so, come on. Let´s get you undressed”, he continued. Ben twirled his finger so you would turn around before rising to his feet. Your eyes locked on Gwilym´s as you felt Ben´s warm fingers slowly glide the zipper of your dress down your back. His curls tickled your skin as he placed kisses along the newly exposed skin. Nibbling slightly as the zipper reached its end just above your ass.

Gwilym stepped closer and tugged the material down over your hips and legs, exposing your rather unflattering underwear. You cursed yourself for having opted for those no visible panty line ones, and a washed-out bra, but by the hungry look in Gwilym´s eyes you figured they couldn´t really care less.

You felt Ben´s fingers on your back again, lingering just beside the clasp of your bra. His breath hot on your neck.

“Can I take this off, love?”, Ben asked, tugging at the material. You leant into his touch, just needing to have him close. To have them both close.

“Please”, you said, the word almost came out as a whimper at this point. You could hear Ben chuckle behind you, obviously aware of the effect they had on you. And loving every second of it.

Ben snapped your bra open before reaching out and sliding the straps down your arms. You could see Gwilym´s eyes darken in front of you as he took in your naked torso.

“Mmm, I´ve thought about these for so long, darling”, he half growled. Gwilym reached out to cup your tits in his warm hands, skillful fingers tweaking your nipples. Ben wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, his lips finding your neck again. You could feel his erection pressing into your backside. It was almost too much. They were everywhere. Your pussy was aching to be touched, ever pull and squeeze of your breasts sending waves of pleasure straight down to your soaked panties.

Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the soft curve of your breasts, sucking and nibbling lightly on the skin before making his way to your hard nipple. He wrapped his lips around the nub and flicked his tongue over it. Humming against your skin as he heard your moans. You pulled at Ben´s hair behind you with one hand, the other clawing and Gwilym´s back.

You were just about to tell Gwilym that you needed more when you felt Ben´s hand slide down to your panties. He dipped his fingers into the fabric and pressed them against your aching clit. You moaned in pleasure, leaning all your body weight onto him.

“Bloody hell, love. You´re completely soaked”, Ben said, pulling his fingers out. You wanted to scream in frustration at the loss of contact. You just needed to cum.

Ben brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. A small groan escaped his lips.

“Does she taste good?”, Gwilym asked, pulling away from your nipple. Now none of them were touching you where you wanted them. You tried to shoot them an angry look, but it just turned out desperate.

“Tnaaw, do you want us to keep touching you, darling?”, Gwilym cooed. He placed a finger under your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. They flickered with lust, almost making your knees give out.

“You have to be patient, love”, Ben said. He dipped his fingers back into your panties for a brief second, making you cry out in frustration, before bringing them up to Gwilym´s lips. The taller man sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“Please”, you whined, desperately trying to get their attention off of each other and onto you. “I just need to cum”

“Do you now?”, Gwilym teased, finally looking down at you. He raised his eyebrow in amusement. Not that you found the situation funny. At all.

“Yes”, you said. You reached down to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“I thought we were going to reenact the photo, darling? I need you to lie on the bed for that”, he said, watching your fingers move.

“You had your shirt off in the photo”, you mumbled, sighing when you got them all unbuttoned. You could hear both boys laugh as you slid the material off Gwilym´s shoulders, your eyes raking over his torso.

“Ah that´s true, darling”, Gwilym said, winking, “Speaking off, will you set up your phone, Ben? I´ll take care of Y/N in the meantime”

The look Gwilym sent you sent shivers down your back. He pulled you closer to his body, his hands finding your waist and his lips yours. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking you to open up for him. But you didn´t have to do anything, his hands slid down to your ass and you couldn´t help but moan into Gwilym´s mouth, which he took as an opportunity to press his tongue through.

You could faintly hear Ben setting up things in the corner, but you were far too focused on the way Gwilym´s fingers almost dug into your ass as he squeezed your cheeks, how his bulge pressed into your front through his pants. How his lips felt against yours. His beard on your skin.

Gwilym´s fingers hooked into the material of your panties, playing with it for a few seconds before sliding them down your legs. You stepped out and looked up at the man in front of you. Completely naked. Exposed.

Gwilym was smirking.

“What a view, darling”, he said, voice low. “Lie down”

You walked backwards until the back of your knees his bed before sitting down and scooting up the bed. Your hands brushed against something, and you turned around to find Ben sitting at the headboard. Oh. You hadn´t noticed him moving. And certainly not that he was shirtless too.

“What about Joe?”, you asked, not seeing his phone. Ben grinned and nodded towards the dresser. You could just about see the outline of your bodies on the bed on the screen of his phone. This was actually happening. Joe was going to see you get fucked by Ben and Gwil. You felt a rush of excitement at the thought.

“Come on, lean against me”, Ben said, opening his legs. You positioned your body between then and leant back into his chest. You could hear his heart-beat against your skin, his erection poking into your lower back.

The feeling of Gwilym´s hands on your knees pulled your attention away from Ben.

“Hmm, this view is even better”, he mumbled as he slowly pulled your knees apart. Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the inside of your knee, making his way downwards at an agonizingly slow speed. His hair tickled your skin, his beard scratching it. Your senses were in overdrive, your mouth dry from being open.

You whined and leant further into Ben´s chest, closing your eyes in a mixture of frustration and pleasure. What made it even worse was that you could feel Gwilym smirking against your skin. That smug fucker.

“Stop teasing Gwil”, you whined, bucking your hips in an attempt to meet his face. However, he pulled back.

“I seem to remember me kissing you right here”, he said, leaning in and pressing his lips just outside your folds. Exactly the spot where his lips had been the last time.

“That looks about right”, Ben spoke above you. The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck off”, you mumbled. Pissed.

Gwilym shot you a wink before pressing a kiss just beside your clit. Finally, he let his lips graze the sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucked it gently into his mouth before pulling back, enjoying the moans and whimpers that left your mouth, the pleasure he brought you.

Ben slid his hands around your waist before moving them up to cup your breasts, his lips finding your neck again.

You bucked into Gwilym, reaching down to tug at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and sucked harder. He alternated between flattening his tongue against your clit and taking it into his mouth.

“You´re so wet for us, darling”, Gwilym cooed. His lips left your clit to drag his tongue through your folds, collecting your excitement. His tongue nudging the sensitive bud with each lick. The sensation mixed with his beard constantly rubbing your skin raw and Ben´s skilled finger on your nipples, was almost enough to bring you to an orgasm. But you needed more.

“I need your fingers, Gwil”, you whined, tugging harder at his hair. Gwilym looked up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Need? That´s a bit of a harsh word, Y/N”, he teased. He licked your clit with the very tip of his tongue, sending bolt after bolt of electricity throughout your body. You groaned in frustration.

“Fucking hell, Gwil. Can you please just finger me?”, you asked.

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely, darling”

Gwilym moved on of his hands from your thighs to run two fingers through your folds. He made sure they were completely covered in your wetness before he pressed them against your entrance. His blue eyes met yousr again as he looked up at you, seeking consent. You eagerly nodded your head, feeling his fingers already stretching you. It was nothing compared to when he actually slid them inside though. His fingers were so long, so thick, it almost made you see stars.

He curled them expertly against your g-spot and started rubbing it. God that man knew what he was doing. You arched into his touch, the top of your back digging into Ben´s chest while his fingers played with your nipples.

It was too much, the pleasure in the pit of your stomach building at a rapid pace. You could feel the familiar tightening, the tingle threatening to boil over. Exactly what you had craved all day.

What really pushed you up to the edge however, was when Gwilym leant down again and wrapped his lips around your clit. His tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves, his fingers nudging your g-spot.

“Are you going to cum, love?”, Ben asked against your neck. He had probably made several hickeys on your skin by this point but you couldn´t care less. You were far too focused on your incoming high.

“Y-yes”, you whined, “Fuck I´m gon-I´m gonna-“

You didn´t even get to finish your sentence before absolute euphoria took over your body. Wave after wave crashed over you, the tight tingles caressing every inch, every nerve of your being.

Gwilym guided you through it while Ben held you still, trying to stop your shaking thighs.

“That´s so much better than what I´ve imagined”, Gwilym said after you had come down. He retracted his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. You watched him with dopey eyes, trying to regain your breath from the intense orgasm.

“Y-You´ve imagined it?”, you asked.

“Of course, darling. What do you think I did after we took that photo in France?”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Got me so hard”

“Me too”, Ben chimed in, giggling against your neck. You suddenly felt way too hot all over. You pushed off of Ben´s chest and sat between the two men.

“You guys actually jerked off after that?”, you asked. They both looked at each other before nodding. “Then why the hell did we wait until now to do this? I was so horny”

“Oh I know you were”, Gwilym said with a wink. Right, he had gotten your wetness all over his chin when he kissed your inner-thigh. You squirmed at the thought.

“To be honest, I didn´t believe Gwil when he told me you had gotten wet from us. But when you were on your knees in front of me I couldn´t think of anything else”, Ben said.

“So that´s why you got hard?”, you asked.

“Yeah”, Ben half-laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Couldn´t help it, you looked so hot”

“Want to see me actually giving you head?”, you asked, taking your chance.

Ben´s eyes went wide at your abrupt question. You could see blood rush to his cheeks as he stuttered for a reply.

“G-God yes”, he said. Ben reached for his trousers, immediately undoing them and pulling them his legs. You were once again met with the view of his boxers, but this time they were significantly more tented.

“Someone´s eager”, Gwilym chuckled, from behind you. He went to sit down on the bed, watching you lean over in front of Ben.

You let your fingers graze over his bulge while you pressed kisses to his lower stomach. Ben´s breathing had already increased, his hops bucking into your touch. Man was he impatient.

“Relax, Ben”, you said, moving your lips to the waistband of his boxers. You pulled them down slightly, just like you had in the picture. The base of his cock was even thicker now, his cock stretching the fabric of his boxers. Your mouth watered.

You pressed a kiss to the very base of his cock, letting your tongue dart out and wet the area. The whimper that left Ben´s mouth was all the encouragement you needed to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang out and stood at full attention in front of you. There were a few thick veins going from the base all the way to his head. A steady stream of small pre-cum drops oozing from the slit. You smiled and licked your lips.

You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You could feel the blood pump through it. The skin soft despite him being rock hard.

Ben´s eyes were trained on your every move, his bottom lip between his teeth. His cheeks all blotchy with arousal. Just beside him was Gwilym, sitting and watching you hover over Ben´s cock. You sent him a wink before turning your attention back to the blonde in front of you.

You leant down to swipe your tongue over the slit, feeling the salty taste of his clear pre-cum coat your mouth. You could tell Ben was getting impatient, but you wanted to take your time. This was something you had imagined doing for so long.

“Please, Y/N. Do something”, Ben whined, reaching down to grab your head.

You hummed in amusement, slowly letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head. You coated it in your spit, gently pressing kisses here and there. Ben yelped when you kissed the string just below your head, making you grin. You had him completely at your mercy.

Deciding you had teased him enough, you wrapped your lips around the head and slowly started bobbing. Your lips created a delicious friction against the tip, your hand slowly starting to work his shaft. Ben kept trying to push you further down, but you shot him a warning look.

You sped up your movement slightly, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. Your tongue was resting against the bottom of his cock, dragging against the string with every bob of your head.

You could tell Ben was getting close by the way his hips thrusted up into your mouth slightly, the moans and whimpers leaving his mouth at a higher frequency.

“Are you going to cum, Ben?”, you asked, pulling off of his head with a bop. He let out a long whine at the loss of contact, left with only your hand working his shaft at a slow speed.

“I was so c-close”, he whined, “Please, love. Just let me cum”

“Not yet”, you said. You let his cock fall against his stomach as you sat back on your knees.

“Can I fuck you then?”, he asked.

“I think you need a few minutes to calm down, mate. Don´t want to bust in a few seconds, do you?”, Gwilym asked. He stood from the bed and started to unbutton his pants. His fingers were quick to get them open, and you watched in awe as he pulled them down his long legs along with his boxers. His cock was a little bit bigger than Ben´s. The head red and angry from being neglected.

“Sit and watch me fuck her. You´ll get your turn”, Gwilym said, kneeling on the bed. He waved you over with his fingers, and your body moved on pure instinct. Driven by lust. Your eyes trained on his cock. Your mind racing with what you were about to do, another wave of wetness pooling at your entrance.

“I´m going to take you from behind, darling. Let me know if it´s too much or if you want me to stop, ok?”, Gwilym asked. His eyes were dark and laced with lust.

“Y-yes”, you said, turning around so your ass was right in front of him. Gwilym groaned at the sight as you leant your weight onto your elbows, wiggling your ass in front of him. His hands found your cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh. Just like he did earlier, only this time he held you even harder.

One of his hands left your cheek before a sharp sting from a slap shot up your body. You yelped in surprise.

“Is this ok?”, Gwilym asked, massaging the spot where he just slapped you.

“Fuck yes”, you moaned. The slight sting went straight to your heat, making you clench around thin air. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Gwil can you please ju- Oh my god”

Gwilym had grabbed his cock and slowly pressed it into your heat. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag against your walls as he came to a halt inside. Your wetness made an excellent lube, making you feel nothing but absolute bliss of being full. He stretched you just right, your walls clamping down on his cock. A grunt leaving Gwilym´s lips with every squeeze.

“Fucking hell your cunt is so perfect, darling. I feel you hugging me just right. Is it alright if I move?”, he asked.

“God yes”, you whined, already feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten.

Gwilym pulled back slowly before slamming back in, almost making you lose your balance. His balls slapped against your clit with every trust, creating the little friction needed. He somehow had gotten the perfect angle, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot with his every move. Bringing you closer and closer.

“I can see my cock slide into your wet cunt”, Gwilym mumbled, mostly to himself as his eyes were trained on the spot where you were connected.

You looked up to see Ben had grabbed his phone, apparently getting a few close-up shots of you being fucked. His hand slowly working his cock. You tried to make a sultry look at the camera, but it turned into a grimace of pleasure as Gwilym´s hand came down on your ass. Hard. You were sure there was going to be bruises there the next day, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You clenched around Gwilym, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Are you going to cum again, darling? I feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck it feels so fucking good”, Gwilym growled, picking up his speed. His hips stuttering slightly as he felt his own high build.

You responded with a whine, burying your head into the mattress. A hard slap across your ass-cheek made you scream.

“Use your fucking words, Y/N”, Gwilym commanded, giving your ass another slap.

“Shit I´m sorry. Y-yes, I´m so fu-fucking close, Gwil”, you moaned. “Ca-can you, fuck, I need your fingers too”

Gwilym hummed, perching himself on his feet to drive into your harder. He almost pushed you into the mattress with how hard he was fucking you. The knot in your stomach started unraveling the second his fingers pressed against your clit. He didn´t even have to rub, the pressure enough to push you over the edge.

You screamed his name in pleasure as you orgasm hit you like a freight train. Bolts after bolts of absolute euphoria took over your entire body, your legs shaking and your mouth falling open as you rode out your high. Your walls clamping down on Gwilym´s cock.

“Bloody hell, darling, I´m so close. Can I cum inside you?”, Gwilym asked once you came down, his voice strained from holding back his own orgasm.

“Please”, was all you managed to get out, your whole body spent and ready for him. You squeezed your walls around Gwilym´s cock one final time before you felt the familiar warm feeling of cum coating your insides. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock as Gwilym buried himself balls deep. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there were going to be prints permanently embedded into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot”, Ben mumbled, eyes wide as he watched Gwilym empty himself inside you. His own cock twitching in his hand.

“Fuck that was amazing”, Gwilym groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum pool at your entrance. He leant down to press a kiss to the raw mark on your cheek, soothing the burn just a little bit. “You did so good for me, darling”

“Do you think you can take another one, love?”, Ben asked, handing his phone off to Gwilym. “We don´t have to”

There was a concerned look on Ben´s face as he took in your exhausted form. You had faceplanted onto the mattress, desperately trying to catch your breath. You tilted your head to look at him. His cock was positively aching in front of you, the head leaking. The sight made your clit twitch. Your eyes travelled up his body, over his muscular stomach and up to his bright eyes.

“I want to, Ben”, you said with a smile. And it wasn´t a lie. You were craving another orgasm. Especially when you saw the way his face lit up. You rolled over and spread your legs, shuddering slightly as the cold air hit your wet pussy. “But you´re going to have to put in the work”

“That I can do, love”, he said with a grin, quickly moving over to position himself between your thighs. You could hear Gwilym move to sit at the headboard, but all your attention was on the blonde man in front of you.

Ben grabbed his cock and dragged it through your folds, apologizing when the head grazed your clit and you yelped from over-sensitivity. His entire upper body was red and blotchy, a vein in his forehead popping out as he positioned himself at your entrance. Ben placed his hands on either side of your body, drew in a harsh breath and slowly pushed in. You gasped at the sensation of being filled again, being stretched.

You grabbed onto Ben´s forearms as he pushed all the way in, digging your nails into his skin. Sure to leave small pink marks. God you wanted this so bad.

“J-just fuck me, Ben. Please”, you whined, hooking your legs around his waist. Ben chuckled and started moving his hips, pulling out before thrusting back in. His cock dragged against your walls, making you whimper and cling onto him for dear life.

Ben leant over and pressed his lips to your neck, putting his entire body weight into his thrusts, pinning you underneath him as he drove into you.

The knot in your lower stomach had already started to tighten, the sensitivity from your other orgasms bringing you close in a matter of minutes. By the way Ben was breathing heavily through his nose as he nibbled at your neck you were sure he was close to.

You looked down to see his cock slide into your heat, making you groan in pleasure. The sounds of wet skin against skin filling the air.

“Please tell me you´re close, love. I don´t think I´m going to last”, Ben whined, pulling back from your neck to look into your eyes. A wave of tingles shot up your back, making you clench around his cock. Ben groaned in pleasure from the tightness. God, he looked so pretty like this, his pink lip between his teeth. You reached out to pull it out before pulling his face to yours, pressing your lips against his.

Ben moaned into the kiss, speeding up his movements as he felt his balls draw up. It was all too much. Ben´s lips against yours, his cock nudging your g-spot, his heavy weight on top of you. How hot he was.

“I-I´m going to, shit I´m going to cum, Ben”, you whined against his lips. You moved one hand up to his hair to tug at his curls, completely burying your fingers in his golden locks.

You came. Hard. Your mouth fell open against his as pleasure shot up your spine and out to your fingertips. The delicious tight tingle spread across your stomach, your pussy clamping down on Ben´s cock. Milking him for all he was worth.

It took all Ben´s strength to hold out until you were done, but the second you came down he pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock. He jerked himself off, moaning when the first spurt of hot cum shot out to coat your chest. The white liquid painted your breasts, making a right mess. Not that you cared, Ben looked ridiculously hot with his hand wrapped around himself, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

“You better clean up this mess, Jonesy”, you teased once he came down.

Ben let out an exhausted chuckle, falling back on his knees.

“Just give me two seconds, love”, he said, trying to steady his breath.

“One, two”, you said, giggling. You felt almost high from the post orgasm bliss.

“Fuck off”, Ben mumbled.

You could hear the tell-tale sound of a video ending, causing you to look over to Gwilym. He fiddled with Ben´s phone for a few seconds before meeting your eyes.

“The video is currently on its way to Joe´s phone. Pretty sure he´ll believe us this time”, he said, tossing the phone to the side. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and handed it over to you with a kind smile. A harsh contrast to the way he was slapping and pounding into you earlier. You could definitely said slaps on your bottom as you wiped Ben´s cum off your chest, your ass stinging as you moved.

Deciding the tissue wasn´t doing much for the sticky mess, you stood up and walked on shaky legs over to the bathroom. You got out a washcloth and wet it before running it over your skin. You wiped away Gwilym´s and yours cum from your heat too, hissing when your fingers brushed your sensitive clit.

After using the toilet and washing your hands, you walked back into Gwilym´s bedroom to find both boys fast asleep on the bed. Completely naked. You couldn´t help the smile that crept onto your face. They sure were cute. And amazing in bed too.

You were just about to slide into bed yourself when you saw your phone light up with a notification. Turning it on, you saw a single text from Joe. Your heart raced as you unlocked it, your mouth falling open as you read the four words. You´re mine. Just mine, it said.

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Hey darling, can I request a SKZ reaction to their crush protecting them from another member (scolding/teasing/etc.). And I loved the other reaction you made 😘 (and beezus, I just send crush requests, I'm so "creative" 👌)

Hey! Thank you for requesting 😁 sorry this has taken so long, I’ve been ill so haven’t been writing much. I really hope you enjoy these scenarios, and also, I always enjoy writing crush requests so don’t worry! I appreciate any request 😁

Chan

You rushed into the kitchen with fear evident on your face as Minho stalks into the room behind you looking very angry. Chan’s focus diverts from his phone onto the scene in front of him. As confusion takes over his face, you run around him and attempt to hide. You could have run anywhere, but your first instinct was to find Chan, after all, you have a crush on him and like it when he sticks up for you against the others.

“Stop runing away! Seriously, can you not act like a child for one minute.” Minho practically growls at you, his eyes narrowed onto your small frame attempting to shield yourself from being scolded.

“What’s going on?” Chan asks Minho with his brows furrowed.

“(Y/N) has taken my phone charger.” Minho rolls his eyes, huffing as you begin to laugh at how amusing his reaction is, although he is a little scary.

“Why did you take Minho’s charger?” Chan sighs as he turns to face you.

“Because I asked to borrow it and he said no. My phone has no battery.” You defend yourself.

“Minho, let (Y/N) charge her phone will you? Stop being so stubborn.” Chan laughs as Minho grumbles and walks away in a mood.

“There, he won’t be bothering you now.” Chan smirks, finding the situation entertaining.

“Thank you.” You softly speak as you look down to try and hid your blush.

Woojin

“Stop!” You whine as you bury your face into Woojin’s chest in embarrassment.

The guys had been teasing you relentlessly because you are clumsy and tripped over your own feet, grazing your knee.

“Hey guys- ahhhh!” Hyunjin mimicks you as he overdramatically re-enacts your clumsy enterance from earlier. Everyone laughs in hysterics which only heightens your embarrassment more.

You were especially affected because it happened right in front of Woojin. You have had a huge crush on him for a while and the fact that you tripped up in front of him was bad enough. Now that your friends were teasing you for it in front of him was even worse.

“Hey, it’s getting old now. I think you’ve teased (Y/N) enough now.” Woojin suddenly cuts in, Hyunjin instantly stopping his actions and everyone becoming silent as you feels Woojin’s hand soothingly rub your back.

You feel heat race to your face at him sticking up for you and you peer up to look at him. When you meet his eyes he gives you a subtle smile and nod you let you know it’s ok. The small gesture making butterflies erupt in your stomach as you return the warm smile.

Minho

Seungmin has been trying his best to annoy you all day, he was just in one of those moods where he wouldn’t stop until you gave him the reaction he was looking for.

You had resorted to joining Minho on the sofa, both watching the random film that was on tv, too lazy to change the channel, when Seungmin decided to grace you with his presence once again.

“Go get a room.” Seungmin retorts with a snicker, a smirk on his face as he sits beside you. You chose to ignore him, your eyes not moving from the tv. It’s not like his comment was actually pointing out anything, you weren’t even cuddling Minho. Seungmin just knew about your crush on him and really enjoys getting you flustered.

“You should just admit your feelings and go out already. It’s so obvious you like each other.” Seungmin continues to poke when he gets no responce. At this Minho huffs, clearly becoming agitated by being interrupted.

“Seungmin, remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither.” Minho turns his attention from the tv to narrow his eyes at the younger, a challenging glint to them, as he moves to place his arm over your shoulder and pull you into his side.

You sneakily peer up at Minho, as Seungmin leaves the room, to find him already watching you. His previously pissed expression melting into a soft one as a small smile appears on his face.

Changbin

Changbin was annoyed because you had come to him after Jisung had been teasing you. Now, Changbin wasn’t only annoyed at Jisung for teasing you, it’s also because you refused to tell Changbin what you were being teased about.

“How can I help you if you won’t tell me?” Changbin irritatedly asks you. You look away from him becoming flushed at the situation. You knew he would find out in one way or another so you might as well give in and tell him yourself.

“It’s because I like you, Jisung finds it funny when I become all flustered.” You mumble, your head hanging low. You don’t want to see Changbins reaction, you have been embarrassed enough as it is, you don’t need rejection on top of that too.

Before you realise what is happening, you are being led into the kitchen (where everyone is happily talking together) by Changbin, your eyes widening in shock when you hear Changbin speak.

“Ok, let’s make this clear now. I like (Y/N) and (Y/N) likes me. Now it’s out in the air, no more teasing.” Changbin states in front of everyone, sending Jisung a look so he knows it’s mainly directed at him. All you can do is stare at Changbin in surprise as a wide smile overtakes your face.

Hyunjin

“You owe me.” Woojin flatly states as he stands in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was that important.” You softly apologise, you’re voice weak as you try not to show how upset you are.

It’s not like you meant to tell Hyunjin about Woojin’s secret. He’s your best friend and you tell him everything. You might have also told him because you have a crush on him. You just love to see him smile and the puppy expression he begged you with was too cute to say no to.

“Woojin, it’s my fault. I was the one who begged (Y/N) to tell me cause I thought she was hiding something from me. Be mad at me instead.” Hyunjin confesses, getting Woojin to turn his attention away from glaring at you.

“Hyunjin it’s-”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to cover for me.” Hyunjin cuts you off, sending you a look to tell you to keep quiet.

You feel your heart swell from Hyunjin saving you like that. The fact he would take the blame and have to face an angry Woojin only makes you like him more. In that moment he became your knight in shining armour.

Jisung

“Would you just be quiet for one second!” Jisung shouts suddenly, making the room fall into a thick and slightly awkward silence.

You can’t help but grin widely when Jisung stands up for you. The guys were teasing you because they overheard you telling your friend about some crush you have. You were thankful they didn’t also overhear the name of said crush. But that didn’t stop the relentless teasing and constant pestering for you to tell them. Until Jisung shut them up anyway.

“Thank you.” He cheers after a moment, lightening the mood once again, earning a few laughs as everyone’s attention moves into a different topic of conversation.

You send a warm smile to Jisung next to you, which he reciprocates. The irony is he has no idea that the mysterious crush is actually him.

Felix

“That’s not fair!” Jeongin shouts, pouting like a child. He has been pestering you for hours because you wouldn’t share any of the chocolate you had with him. And although you normally find his whining and general behaviour endearing, it was starting to drive you insane.

“Ugh, (Y/N) isn’t going to give you any so just give up and go.” Felix suddenly states. The way he is sprawled out on the sofa makes him look as though he is indifferent to the current situation, but his tone was letting you know he was getting irritated.

Jeongin grudgingly gets up off the sofa and leaves the room mumbling how unfair it is under his breath, the adorable pout still on his face.

“Now hopefully he’ll leave you in peace.” Felix laughs lightly, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks at you on the opposite sofa

Seungmin

You fall dramatically onto the bed, your face flat against the soft pillow which gets Seungmin’s attention immediately. He turns around from his desk, his eyes falling onto you with an amused expression.

“Why are you being so dramatic?” Seungmin questions you with a laugh.

“Changbin decided to tell everyone about the reason why I have a fear of clowns.” You whine as you roll onto your back, a pout on your face as you stare at the ceiling.

“And then Hyunjin and Jisung started to mock me and say that they are gonna get clown masks and jump scare me.” You continue after taking a deep breath, a loud sigh escaping your lips.

You had rushed to get away from their teasing, and headed to the only person you wanted to be around: Seungmin. The reason being that he understood your fear of clowns because he had comforted you when you had a panic attack over seeing one in the street and also because you have a crush on him.

“Where are you going?” You shout after Seungmin as he suddenly stands up and walks out of the room. You continue to lay across his bed, too lazy to get up and follow him.

He re-enters the room a minute later with Changbin, Hyunjin and Jisung following behind him.

“We’re sorry we teased you.” Changbin mumbles, looking as though he had been forced to apologise.

“Yeah, we won’t actually get clown masks and scare you.” Jisung apologetically states as Hyunjin just meekly smiles at you. You nod your head in responce, not knowing what to say as you are too confused by the situation. How did Seungmin get them to say sorry?

“How did you get them to apologise?” You ask, voicing your question as the guys leave, still taken aback by the situation.

“Let’s just say I’m very good at persuading people ... and I may know a few things that they don’t want anyone to know about.” Seungmin cheekily reply’s. You laugh at the fact he blackmailed them for you, feeling overwhelmingly happy that he would stick up for you like that.

Jeongin

Your crush on Jeongin was fairly obvious, to the point where you were teased about it in front of Jeongin by the guys frequently. But you never admit it or argue back, you just blush and become very shy. Jeongin never said anything about the guys teasing, being easily flustered himself. But really it’s because he didn’t know if it was the truth or if the guys were just messing around.

“(Y/N)’s daydreaming about Jeongin again.” Seungmin snickers, bringing you back into reality, taking in your surroundings. You were just minding your own business and must have gotten caught up in your own thoughts.

“Will you stop with that.” You sass back, finally getting tired enough of the constant comments to say something about it.

“Only when it stops being funny, which it never will.” Seungmin retorts, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Aw you’re blushing!” Chan joins in, pointing out your embarrassment as you look down at your lap to try and hide your face.

“Hey, (Y/N) asked you to stop. So stop.” Jeongin speaks up, visibly adgitated by the fact you had been ignored.

“Ok, calm down. It’s just a bit of fun.” Minho sasses. You glance around the room to see all the guys smirking at you both, all with mischievous faces.

“Ugh, let’s go somewhere else.” Jeongin rolls his eyes before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room. You couldn’t contain your elated expression with the outcome of this scenario. Your crush had just defended you, you had to still be dreaming.

[textilebuying]

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Therefore, something came into my head, the gorgeous Mexican flooring I'd seen a lot of occasions and I adored a lot.  It had been so straightforward.  I will provide you a few hints you might develop in accordance with your floor dimensions.  To start with, start looking for tiles in colours you prefer and a fantastic 2ND option that satisfies your budget.  Three colours may be OK.

Subsequently:

Purchase enough cement adhesive, asked the man at the store for amounts per square feet Step well the intense sides of your patio and divide it by the duration of the tiles you've purchased Organize a pathway of tiles (mixing colours if you want ) across the extremes of the flooring (it will resemble a frame boundary ) As soon as you have all of the floor intense sides coated with all the tiles, then start to assess the space between every intense edge to observe how much distance you've got at the middle Until all know, you're making only an "informative article " of this floor sidewalk without adhering the Tile t the previous ones.

Within the space between the boundaries, start to place the tiles at a circle dividing them such as 20 centimeters one in another

Mix their colours and simply rotate them somewhat so that they follow the ring ring

Nowadays you have the magnitude of this Mexican ring completed using bricks, swinging to the ring

Place some tilesof all colours,within towel.  Have a hammer and then provide a hard stroke onto the towel

Open the towel and then take the bits out, then dividing them by dimensions and projecting those who missing some bits in their boundaries because of the stroke.  Set them apart

At this time, you'll have the ability to love doing the Mexican ground.

First start in the ring.

Be Sure the circle is located in the Ideal middle of All of the distance left between the boundaries of tiles onto the intense of the floor area Place some glue below the tile and then use it nicely to the sidewalk.

Do this with every single tile of this ring till you find yourself with a round shape.

Calculate well distance left between the ring and the intense tiles to check if it may be possible to perform another "framework " (square foot ) around the ring.  It will be a tiles straightforward between the ring and the boundaries.

Do the square foot, altering colours and implementing glue beneath the tiles.  Remember it's going to take a while for it to wash.

It's time now to create the boundaries, except the base side of this ground, that intense on which you'll be walking back and forth.  Make as previously across the sides of the sidewalk.  It'll be a rectangle or square as for the sidewalk 's dimension.  Bear in mind the tiles we'd broken? It gets fun!

You'll be filling all areas left with these small bits of the very same colours of these tiles.  And as soon as you've covered all of the sidewalk, today it's the time for projecting the plaster.

1 evening of glowing temperature of 2 weeks of cloudy or windy time is likely to make it!  It'll become your pride when inviting friends!  We'll meet for creating the table which resembles the flooring!  It merely depends on if you enjoyed this thought!

Great luck!  Have fun!

We had no cash for calling employees to perform this a Terrace sidewalk, they'd have requested for a whole lot of cash, so?  I opted to take action myself!  Plus it was real pleasure!

Floors: Selecting Tile Color

There are facets of floors which could be hard for even the most skilled craftsman to comprehend.  Then you will find little decisions like picking what colour tile to set in your toilet.  However, although not every choice is always something which needs spending three times on a mountaintop with a professional, it's not uncommon to get stuck while attempting to make the ideal option.

After all, you're likely to need to stay with your choice for quite a while.  You have to select something which not only matches you today, but won't put on your nerves in a couple years.  Below are a few items to think of when picking between colours.

If you don't 're actually attached to these, don't make the mistake of attempting to fit your floors to the present decorations.  If you would like to fit it into the wall, then that's nice.  This is logical, even though a wall could also be painted or covered with background too.  But decorations are completely removable.

In case you've got an idea for the best motif and this notion is based around a painting, then , you have to attempt to find some stability between your own tile along with the painting.  Otherwise, cure tile buying as the opportunity to try out something new.  Fit your decoration round the ground, rather than attempting to get it done in the opposing side.

Along with deciding upon the real colours, then you 'll soon realize you have numerous choices to make concerning the fashion of the floors.  We're speaking about tile , so that choice has been made.  However, it's not like you merely need to select a rip-off the colour wheel and be finished with that.  It's true that you may ensure it is easy on your own, however you'll be depriving yourself of a universe of alternatives and customizations.   All these options are available and you will need to make a decision as to what's best for youpersonally.

Among the best things that you can do to make a choice would be to attract samples of this tile to the area you're redecorating.  No additional light will perfectly fit that light in your house, meaning a colour may seem 1 way in a shop and a different way when it's in your toilet.  If you buy a sample and then bring it in the area, it is possible to find a lot better sense for how it should look as it's all placed in and ended.

[wildwoods1]

Making the Climb 

In front there was a  sheer ragged wall. Clips and gadgets she had no intention of knowing well enough to call by name littered the ground…  People were shouting  right behind her and she assumed that they were speaking a foreign language until she turned to look at them, she heard the words she understood all too well. “C’mon you lazy ingrate, climb!

”Might as well be Sisyphus! Push, climb, what’s the difference. Maybe climb was the Roman version. Homerian humor not withstanding, it was still a grim task for someone afraid of heights. But why she was there, what her fate was to be if she failed… or succeeded for that matter, none of it was plain. She was just suddenly there out of no where, apparently  expected to draw on inner resources she did not know  she had. There was a certain irony, given the train of thought, in her name, Helena. In Montana. The yelling was louder now since she had been ignoring it. Still no explanations. She had nothing… Hm. Not exactly true. There was a feeling, something like inner movement trying to trip the pawl of her psyche. Difficult to tell what was going on, just that something was. Helena was grateful she could at least be aware of that. A small stone hit her side. Another and another. Someone yelled into the crowd for patience and it stemmed the tide of intolerance, but not with much comfort. “She’s goin’ up, you know that. That’s why we’re here, to make sure! Calm down now, she ain’t needin’ stonnin’ yet.” There was an ominous weight hung on the “yet”. Obviously she wasn’t leaving here without an effort. But what she did finally get was that it was important that she try. No idea why. "Just do it. It’s time," was all she got. 

With a deep breath she looked at the ground not knowing anything about the equipment she saw scattered around her. Turning to the crowd, she asked “Can anyone tell me how to use this stuff?” 

They replied with some degree of disgust “That’s your problem”. “We ain’t nursemaids, ya know.” “Lookin’ for the easy way, like always!” 

The feeling within persisted with vigor. No getting around it, apparently. She started deep breathing to build oxygen. Knowing she was not very strong didn’t help. It had to be by her wits, holy Jees! 

She walked up to the rock face and for the first time noticed that she was dressed for the climb right down to her fingerless gloves with leather palms and belt with steel re-enforced loops, which, by the way, were anything but encouraging at this moment. Surveying the area directly in front of her she saw some hand holds. Straight up marched a series of over lapping rock layers seeming to slide over each other and then at the right moment, stick where they were; it was horizontal layers stacked vertically. It wasn’t stairs but a welcome navigation. A little to the right beyond the last of the layers was a cave-like hole about the size of a hawk’s nest. Directly to either side there were outcroppings good for holding, plenty of room for feet, and so on it went. Hesitant to step back into the crowd, she leaned back so far she almost fell on them. It seemed to be a climb and a half but maybe do-able .Helena walked up to the rock and for what seemed at first an ironic belligerent act, bowed to the rock like a worthy opponent. Before she could straighten up she felt it. It was a response from the stone; an acknowledgement so precise and formal that she almost laughed out loud as a nervous reaction. With that little surprise she reached out to touch the rock and felt it reaching out to her hand. Something told her to move her hand a little and as soon as she did, the energy subsided. She made sweeping passes over the rock fairly slowly and found that when she was over a good handhold, the energy was present, when she passed it, the energy collapsed. Well, that was good to know. Imagine the only help coming from the rock! 

Feeling a little more confident, she clapped her hands together rubbing her gloves against each other and reached for her first holds. For being completely without experience, she felt she was doing fairly well, so far. About ten feet over and above the small cave, she started seeing small Chameleons popping out of crevices and coming toward her, one after the other, about six in all. They would run toward her from either side and when they reached her they tuned and scampered straight up. Oh. No. They were all going on a straight line until they suddenly veered left around some invisible barrier and then resumed upward movement. That was very odd. What peculiar behavior was this? Something repelling them at that point? A smell, perhaps?

After that last step, she realized she had no more foot holds. Gone! Hand holds, yes. But the feet, they had to have something. Oh god, she was done for. A good thirty feet down now. Too high to jump down, no where to go. She was on the verge of letting her panic have full reign when she felt the rock. It felt like a wavy projection, making her a little dizzy. But it continued to repeat itself in this fashion. Suddenly the pattern was familiar. Her eyes glazed over and she was thrown into a memory. It was her counselor, Caroline; “When you cannot find a way, use the structures that are already in place. The structures already in place. In place…” Well… the rock was in place… how… No! This is not the time to think, this is the time to sense. OK. Chameleons… that was the familiar pattern… but also they went left and… Oh, they didn’t go back and forth looking for hand and foot holds, they swayed their weight in the stream of moving upward… and .. She felt her body ever so slightly swaying, opening up to the guidance as to where to go next. As she gave in to this silent slight rhythm, a whole scene materialized. She was in the midst of a Carlos Castaneda scenario with the luminous body-egg of energy  clearly evident as the person’s field around him. She could see it gleam with bits of snags and energized areas. Parts of it were completely clear, others seemed dense, some areas filled with light. The scene was percolating in her like a beaker in the chem-lab ready for potent discovery. Remembering only parts of the description, she scanned it until she recognized the image as coming from a time of particular clarity in her life. For now, she needed the sense of that time, a sense of the rock, and its structure. She envisioned her own energy egg around her body. Scanning that she felt the area of rock pressing on her. Ah! The unmistakable surge of guiding energy, she looked at her energy field in her mind’s eye to see if anything in her field matched with the rock. There! A few inches to the right and then over to the left and up. She opened her eyes to be sure she put things in the right places. A little to the right, OK. Now… But… There was nothing there. A bulge in the rock to the left showed no sign of relief for her feet. But it had to be. “I felt it! I saw it!” she said out loud to absolutely no one.

The bulge in the rock didn’t allow her to lean back and see anything. It was big enough to be useful if she could get up there but she could see no way for a hand hold. Her arms were getting quite tired and her thighs were way past burning. There was little left for pauses. No ropes, no clips, no nothing.

Something tickled her nose so she opened her eyes. It was the tail of a Chameleon stopping long enough to turn around and look back at her… sort of “Are ya getting’ it honey, cause I ain’t got all day”. He then scrambled directly left, made a little jump into nothing she could see and disappeared behind the bulge of rock. He showed up on the top side of it, stopped to look at her for a heartbeat and scampered straight up over the edge into to a crevice. She swallowed hard at the implication. She’d have to just grab at whatever was on the other side of the bulge and hope something would be able to hold her. It required reaching past her arms length; this was a real risk, not a little bit of wishful thinking. Taking one last look around to be sure this was the only way, she took some very deep breaths and threw herself toward and past the edge of the bulge.. Yes! It was not only a hand hold, it as like a handle, firm and true for fingers to wrap around… and wet! Oh god what was that? Pulling herself over around the bulge she could see that it was the tiniest of springs in the rock. A hole about the size of her garnet beads, which would be approximately four millimeters, allowed water to pour in dribbles onto the rock. It looked as if there was hematite-laced tiger iron through the layer now being flooded. Previously some of the sandstone above it had given way to the onslaught of incessant excavation. The water carved a trough in the rock until it reached the tiger iron making what looked for all the world like a car door handle. The angle of it gave her the leverage to pull herself over with no problem. Foot holds were a comfortable height and depth; beyond the vertical ridge, the slanted rock face allowed her to lean forward and rest her full weight on it. Rest. Oh god.  It never dawned on her that there were no chameleons of this type in all of Montana.

A drink! Sheer heaven. Wiggling out of the glove she collected the water in her hand and found some real relief.

Too soon she knew she had to get moving or her muscles would seize up. Deep breath, look up for the path and…She was standing outside of a butcher shop looking eyeball to eyeball with a long since dead fish. “This has got to stop!” she thought in desperation.  She was afraid she was still on the side of the mountain hanging precariously by fingertips in the “door handle” of the rock. One foolish move and she may not have any thoughts at all after that! 

She asked anything that would answer what to do next. Of course it was the fish who answered.  Fog covered his eyes as dead as could be but he was speaking none the less.  “You made it up the rockface, sweetie. The people down below never knew how easy the last little stretch was. They would have cried “foul!” if they had. But as you have realized, you were not there to please them.  You made it! That’s all you have to know. A good soul left the rope “seat” for you and you got in to be hauled to safety.  You are safe now. You are NOT on the rock. You are on the street. Talking with a dead fish. By that reckoning, you could say your troubles weren’t over yet! Turn right. Go to the next door on your left, come in and press the button over the 3rd mailbox. You’re safe now. Truly, you are.”  The fish, was once again dead, cold, immobile. What choice did she have? No money, alone on some unknown street, god knows where.  Right, door on left, third mailbox.

“Helena? You are expected. Please come up to the third floor, door on the right.”

As she opened the door she saw a middle aged man in an orange robe, shaved head, beads at his waist. He bowed to her and motioned that she sit in one of two chairs in the room.

 “I am Yonten Palsang and if you are willing, I offer you guidance. You have come a long way….in mind and heart, not just body. Please accept my humble offering of tea.” Helena found herself fascinated by his eyes, it was only one more second before the pinpoint of light flashed in his left eye as he began to pour the tea without looking.  Something in the faint flash of light…. something very friendly and chameleon-like.

[buckysbest]

CHAPTER SIX: WILDFLOWER Paring: ex!Bucky barnes x reader Warnings: swearing, cheating, almost smutty near the end if you squint Series Summary: Bucky realizes one can only run from their problems for so long before they must returns home but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to be there when he did. Word Count: 2.6k A/N: this series is based off the album “calm” by 5sos. if you want to follow along in the album, listen to Wildflower while reading this! thanks for supporting the series! i really love you guys! let me know what you think of the series!

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The blush that sat on your face sank deep into your skin as you lost your color. Bucky took note of your sudden change and concern captained his face. “Y/N… you ok?”

“Bucky...Y-you lied to me?”

“Y/N, what are yo-”

“You lied to me about last night Buck,” you sighed, hiding your face into your nervous hands. His head grew heavy with responsibility as it dropped with an exhale before he placed his hand on your knee and gathered your attention.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have said something. I just figured since you didn't remember it, well”, his hand momentarily left your leg as he ran it across the back of his neck. “I just figured that you didn't want to…”

 Before you could start, he quickly continued. “Look at me,” Following his queue, your silent eyes lifted to meet his. “I don’t know what you remember, but I was absolutely sober. I meant every word that left my lips even if you didn’t. That being said, we just fell into a little bit of normalcy and I really don't want to lose that Y/N.” He searched your face anxiously for a response.

You looked down at your newly tied sneakers with a small grin. “I forgive you bucky, but I need you t-” 

Fury’s sharp voice interrupted yours as it rang over the PA system on the course, “All recruits and essential personnel need to hurry their asses up into this building, we have reports of a storm coming our way and it does not look pretty.”

Other agents holding clipboards began walking faster as they made their way inside, encouraging you and Bucky to do the same. As you got into the building, even more agents filtered through you.

 “Hey, Steve’s on his way over... look, why don’t I meet you after we all get settled and have dinner?  Like 7ish?” he smiled.

You smiled back as you tried to control the butterflies that took over your stomach. “Y-yeah, sounds good.” He was quickly swept away by the blonde super soldier who was walking towards the conference room at a timely pace. You headed toward Tony’s office, taking a minute to process the events of the last hour or so. You had managed to lose yourself, replaying the dream-like encounter in your mind on loop, before reaching your destination. You shook the feeling off and allowed your knuckles to rap gently on the door's glass surface as Tony opened the door at the same time, almost trampling you in the process.

“Yea- wait no. just hold that till i get there. I’ll be- oh hey Y/N! Greg, give me a second, I’m on my way to the conference room now” he said before flipping his earpiece off. “Here to accompany me to the training briefing?” he laughed.

“Actually, I just wanted to hand off my paperwork. I need to help Pepper with the schedule for tomorrow,” you smiled warmly before grabbing the top few pages from your clipboard and extending them toward him.

“Oh right! Have fun and tell Mrs. Potts, she looks fabulous for me,” he smirked, taking the clipboard from your hands. You let a chuckle fall from your mouth as you passed him, heading towards Pepper’s office, only a few strides away. 

Again, you found your knuckles knocking on a glass door as Pepper invited you in. “Y/N! It’s great to see you! Whatcha got for me?”

You handed her your clipboard and the remaining papers on it, “I made a list of possible sparring partners with the assistance of Sergeant Barnes during the evaluation which include estimated time based on skill level. It’s a rough outline and doesn’t include instruction time but it's a start” you smiled.

“God, you are the best!” she groaned in relief, flipping through the pages of your detailed work. “Way smarter than any of the other meatheads conducting evaluation,” she laughed before placing the clipboard on the desk and grabbing another. “I managed to get a lot done during the course training so I really don’t need much else. Could you just put this on Tony’s desk when you pass his office?”

You nodded, grabbing the new paper work before pausing, “Oh! Also Tony told me to let you know how fabulous you look,” you giggled, exiting the room and dropping the papers on Tony’s desk next door. After leaving a note that it was from Pepper, you glanced down at your watch and smiled at the timely end to your day.

You found yourself leisurely wandering to your room, dropping your work of the day at the door then closing it behind you when you finally arrived. Your hands found the wooden knobs of your dresser, pulling it open then sorting through your neatly folded pajamas in an attempt to finally get comfortable. Landing on the black t-shirt that your hands now rested on, you slid off your tight leggings and revealing sweatshirt, throwing on the oversized garment in their place. You asked Friday to play some background music as you grabbed a book off the shelf that sat next to your bed before finding a seat on the long gray couch that adorned your back wall. 

Lost in the annotated pages of your favorite novel, the rain that thumped on your window added to the wonderful soundtrack your room emitted as you began to sink back into the familiar life you held here before you left. The time had escaped your mind until a soft knock thumped at your door. Your heart picked up drastically as you glanced at your watch again, this time denoting 7:00. He was punctual if nothing else.

You opened the door gently and welcomed the tall brunette in with a small nod, “Sergeant..” you giggled. 

“Ma’m” he laughed back with a small bow before making his way into your room and  reclining across your previously occupied couch. His eyes glanced over your bare legs drawing a light blush to your cheeks as you sat next to him, curling up into the corner of the gray loveseat. The comfort you had earlier in the day decreased at the lack of people around you as he started, “So you were saying something earlier.. You wanted something?”

The smile on his face infected your heart with warmth causing your body to shiver. “Y-yeah… I just wanted to know what happened last night… I mean I know what happened but I also, uh, well don’t and I know you would have never done a-anything like that but uhm..” you chuckled nervously, letting the hands that were on your knees fall down your smooth legs in an attempt to find any comfort hidden in this situation. 

His hand met yours as he assured, “Nothing happened, I promise. There were some heated words exchanged and, uhm” he cleared his throat before you cut him off with a chuckle. 

“No Buck, I-I know... “ you pointed to the now poorly covered hickey, letting your eyes fall to the ground with a small smile on your face. “I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't missing anything crucial.”

“Of course…” he said with a smile, standing up and offering you a hand. You grabbed his hand and he gently pulled you up from your seat, bringing your faces a little too close for your comfort.

“Nothing more happened than a mistake. I-I’m sure it won’t happen again” you mumbled, quickly becoming consumed in his eyes.

A cheeky grin danced onto his face as the gap between you seemed to be closing at an alarming rate. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

As you held the distance, centimeters from his face, you quickly cracked under the heavy blush that sat on your cheeks and stepped back in a sheepish manor, quickly dropping his hand and opening the door.

“Sargent,” you nodded, this time your eyes not leaving the floor.

“Ma’m.” A blush found itself on his smiling cheeks before he finally exited the room.

As you closed the door, you sank to the floor, holding your hands to your wildly beating heart.

You were made.

                                                               •••

The night passed quickly and it wasn't long before you found yourself in the gymnasium of the training hall, present for the next phase of recruitment week. The groups were divided by skill level and prospects were matched by Pepper using your scouting report. 

Director Fury led the mornings commencements, taking his rightful place upon the platform at the front of the room. “Ok listen up. We are going to start dividing into groups, pay attention and follow orders or consider yourself cut. Howell, Barker, Morton, Hale, Preston. You have been assigned to Agents Romanoff and Barton, please follow your evaluator, Agent Rooney to the training room. Cole, Duran, Gonzales, Sims, Fields. You have been assigned to Agents Rogers and Barnes, please follow your evaluator Miss. Y/L”

As continued to give instructions, you raised your arm with a smile and waved, gathering the attention of the prospects who swiftly found their spots in front of you. Turning around, you began reading off the script while leading them out of the main gym. 

“All right recruits, if you would follow me this way I will be taking you to an offshoot of the training facility. These rooms will be occupied by you and your instructors while I observe your progress and take notes on your performance. You will each battle in hand to hand combat and receive basic corrections from your instructors. This test is about strength and coordination just as much as your ability to receive criticism and be coached,” you paused, stopping in front of a black door. “This is where you will enter momentarily. In the event of an emergency, we will make a right here to return to the hallway we just came from, then another right to return to the main gym. When we enter, you will find a seat against the back wall and your instructors will be in to meet you briefly. Does anybody have any questions?” The small group all shook their heads in response. “Great, good luck!” you smiled, opening the door and letting them inside. Black walls encased the small room and the only illumination was found hanging above the giant white circle that laid upon the center of the black mats. You peeled off through the other door lining the walls and were greeted by two smiling faces upon entering.

“Did you scare ‘em?” Steve laughed as he and Bucky passed you.

You winked before giggling,“Only a little.” 

The boys entered the room, giving a very similar speech to you before calling up the first match. You watched through the one way mirror as Daniel Cole, a tall brunette built like a steam roller and Alexa Gonzales, a small brunette with an athletic build, took their places on the edge of the circle. They quickly entangled themselves, Alexa mercilessly placing hits on him with her unbelievable agility until she found herself suddenly pinned under the much bigger Daniel. 

“That was a really great job Alexa. You had him on the ropes but he managed to grab your arm. Can anybody tell me what shifted the momentum here?” Steve paused. Met with silence he continued, “With you being so much smaller than him, you can't do the normal reversal here which leaves you open to the arm bar he caught you in. Uh, let me- Y/N? Can you come here for a second?” Steve called through the glass. You tried to call back, quickly remembering the room was he couldn't hear you through the soundproof walls. You got up quickly and peaked your head through the door. 

“How can I help?” you offered with a smile.

“Can you demo an arm bar reversal on Bucky for them step by step I can walk them through it?” 

You nodded as you laid down on the mat, allowing Bucky to lock you in the arm bar and Steve to begin. “So with his legs significantly longer than her arms, she can't reconnect her hands to pull herself up,” he paused prompting you to move into your next  position. “Instead, she bridges her shoulders off the ground and rotates, pulling herself under his leg then up and over as opposed to..” his words quickly faded away as you laid on top of Bucky. You could feel his heavy breath on your neck as you held the position, desperate for Steve to say break. As if he could read your mind he speech quickly stopped causing you to jump to your feet and offer a hand to Bucky, eventually pulling him up.

 You disappeared back into the eval room more breathless and red in the face then you’d like to admit. As they continued their instruction, you found it harder and harder to maintain your composure with Bucky demonstrating throw after throw. It drove you mad watching him do what he does best and your close contact didn't help your growing want for him. As Steve handed out correction after correction, Bucky became quieter, eventually pulling Steve in and mumbling something in his ear. Steve nodded with a smile before Bucky began walking towards your door.

He slipped into the room and gently closed the door behind him. 

“Hey, do you need any help with eval?” Walking behind you, he peeked over your shoulder to read your notes and his closeness burned through your hold body. 

Without thinking, you turned your head and connected your lips to his. He quickly broke the kiss, shock written on his face through his raised eyebrows and slightly agape mouth. 

You braced yourself for the cold rejection you knew too well but much to your surprise, he pulled you up, connecting your lips again. His hands slammed roughly into your hips as he lifted you up prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you towards the door, flipping the lock before practically slamming your back into the dark wall behind you. Your teeth caught his bottom lip, drawing a groan from his slightly swollen lips, before breaking quickly to pull off your shirts. He released a quiet needy whine at the absence of your lips but was muted by them smashing into his again. Your hands ran down his chest as he put your feet on the ground and trapped your body against the wall with his large arms, opting to continue his kisses down the side of your neck. His hands ran the sides of your body feverishly, reacquainting him with the details that he had desperately tried to forget over the past year and a half. Your lips then connected with his neck, reliving memories of your own as you gently began to gently suck and nibble at his sweet spot, being careful not to leave a hickey.  

“God, you are the only one who fucking does that right,” he groaned before your lips met again. His hands slid down your waist and on to your ass as he squeezed hard enough for you to know there would be a bruise in the morning. He then moved his kiss down to your collarbone and gently bit down. Your hand found his shoulder as you lightly pushed him back, leaning for a last kiss before breaking all contact between you.

“You don’t get to leave marks if I can’t Buck....” you said softly, scooting under his arm and throwing your t-shirt back on. You tossed him his shirt next and as he slid it on over his confused face you unlocked the door, propping it open slightly. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door before, your hand found his now clothed chest. 

You pressed up onto your tippy toes to reach his ear, “I can't be a side piece Sarge and you know that. If you decide to end it with the girlfriend, then you can mark me up. Any way you want,” you whispered before fixing his disheveled hair and fully opening the door.

[larkiwrites]

“Redemption” Chapter 12

AU: Supernatural Title: Redemption Chapter: Twelve Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Word Count:  2,293 Pairing: Getting There…. Warnings: Mentions of being restrained, being drugged, and being undressed/re-clothed while unconscious.  A/N: This chapter flips between (Y/N)’s POV and more of Dean’s POV. Feel free to provide feedback / comments / suggestions / etc. Thanks for sticking around. 

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You awoke groggily, your eyes struggling to open. The only time you could ever recall feeling this way was after having your tonsils removed. The drugs the doctors had given you to knock you out for the surgery had also made everything, your eyelids included, heavy and slow to respond. Fear flitted through you as you recalled the burning of your lungs as you ran past cornstalk after cornstalk and the fierce grip of strangers’ hands upon your wrists, just before everything went black. Had they drugged you? They must have, you couldn’t recall much of anything after the black fabric was pulled over your head. Shit.

You tried to steady your breathing and take in your environment the best you could, even without vision. Your thoughts felt hazy, too, you noted as you tried to focus on your other senses. You were cold, your wrists were bound behind your back by something metal, and all you could hear was the quiet dripping of nearby water… by the sounds of it there wasn’t a lot of water, either. It almost sounded like a sink faucet had been all but turned off, allowing only the slightest dribble of liquid to flow through and pool until it formed a droplet heavy enough to fall. You inhaled deeply through your nose and scrunched up your face at the familiar scent of mildew mingled with dirt.

You wiggled your toes and realized they were no longer covered by the socks and shoes you previously wore. You could feel the gritty texture of damp earth beneath your bare feet, bringing the realization upon you that you were no longer in any of your clothing. Whatever you wore now felt more like a skimpy silk nightgown or lingerie than actual clothing. You shuddered at the thought of someone unknown undressing you while you were unconscious.

With a strain, your eyelids managed to part. There was little to no light but you tried nonetheless to strain your eyes and take in your environment. You were underground or in a cave of some kind and you couldn’t tell if the darkness came from your location alone or if it was still night.

“Ah, she awakens…” a feminine voice whispered through the dark.

----- *Dean’s perspective

“I don’t think she took the road, Dean,” Sam tried to keep his tone neutral. They had decided to check the home they had found her at last, where she had worked to earn some extra cash for them. When they found no one in the house or on the property they had taken the car back the other direction, hoping against hope to see her walking somewhere along the side of the road.

“I’m starting to think you’re right, Sammy. Son of a bitch,” Dean hit the steering wheel with his palm out of frustration.

The elder Winchester pulled the Impala back into its place at the motel. Within minutes the brothers had gathered several precautionary items from the trunk of the car and headed out on foot. (Y/N) had a considerable head-start on the two of them but they weren’t about to give up and leave her to fend for herself.

At Sam’s suggestion the they rounded the building, instead of heading to the front of it and the road. They searched for signs that (Y/N) had been anywhere near here, their eyes straining through the dark of the night. Dean had never noticed before now, but there was a dirt road, just wide enough for a four-wheeler, leading away from the paved lot of the motel. He headed toward it, beckoning his brother to follow.

----- *(Y/N)’s perspective

Your gaze snapped upward at the sound of the voice. You could vaguely make out a silhouette standing about a yard in front of where you sat against a stone wall. You bit your tongue, refusing to answer them.

“They will want to see you soon,” the hushed voice continued, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Your thoughts flew back to Sam and Dean. They had tried to tell you it wasn’t safe where you were, hadn’t they? But then the foggy memories had come to light, revealing them to be dangerous. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you fought back tears. You were alone, really and truly alone, and there was no way out of this.

A cold hand made painful contact with your cheek, causing your head to snap to the side and bringing you from your reverie, “I am speaking to you, oblation.”

“Fuck off,” you spat toward the woman. What had she called you? Your mind began to race over every English word you could recall. Oblation did not appear to be one of them.

The woman hissed at you, actually hissed, before retreating to the spot she had previously occupied. Psychotic woman, check. Shackles, check. What may as well be a dungeon? Check. You had to find a way out of here.

----- *Dean’s perspective

“Dean,” Sam nudged his brother as he aimed his light toward a cornfield up ahead.

They had followed the dirt road as quickly as they could while still looking for signs of (Y/N) everywhere. One of the cornstalks at the edge of the road was bent and leaning over. The brothers’ eyes met and Dean rushed into the field, this being their only lead.

“Dean!” Sam followed his brother into the crop, “This could be nothing, Dean.”

“Yeah, well it could be something, Sammy, and I don’t have anything else to go on. Do you?”

Sam sighed and followed his brother into the vegetation. It was still dark and they had no way of knowing which way she could possibly have gone, he worried they would end up lost in the middle of the corn in the middle of the night and lose any hope of finding her.

“Sam, I’ve got more broken stalks up here, I think we’re heading the right way,” Dean hollered over his shoulder. Sam’s lips pressed into a thin line but he followed regardless.

----- *(Y/N)’s perspective

You had no idea how much time had passed since you had opened your eyes. There was no shift in the lighting and your only indication that time had indeed moved forward was the growing stiffness in your joints. As quietly as you could you stretched your legs out, taking stock of the fact that your feet and legs were not bound. You tried to stretch your arms out behind you, feeling along the stone for any kind of chain or bracket that may hold you to the wall itself, but could find nothing. Your mouth was not gagged, either. This didn’t fit the pattern of any kidnapping you had ever heard of before, that you could remember. Don’t the movies usually show legs and arms tied, eyes covered, tape over the lips, and chained to a wall or post? All you had were the metal links holding your wrists together behind you. Oh, and crazy-ass hissing lady standing guard. Well, that and the fact that you could barely see anything and had no idea where you were.

“What are the chances of getting some water?” You spoke up, hoping you might be able to get some information out of your supposed-guard.

You could hear her muffled footsteps as she approached you. Her shadow loomed near you and suddenly you felt warm spit hit you in the face. You jerked your head back in shock at the contact as she snickered.

“Fuck off,” she sneered as she walked away from you once more.

How the hell did she see in the dark? She obviously could, at least a hell of a lot better than you could. Getting the drop on her would be hard. This is her territory; she knows it better than you, even if she couldn’t see better than you could. Maybe that was the reason for the low security. You had been drugged and thrown into a pit you couldn’t make heads or tails of, you had no lighting, no weapons, no shoes for hells sake.

Ok, steady breaths, (Y/N). You thought to yourself. You weren’t going to escape if you were busy panicking, and you sure as hell weren’t going to just sit here and wait around for whatever that bitch had in mind for you.

----- *Dean’s perspective

“Sammy, I think we’re almost to the end…”

“Dean… uh, is the forest?” Sam’s eyes widened as they approached the looming darkness ahead of them.

“Shit,” Dean breathed.

The two men slowed their pace as they broke through the last of the corn stalks and into the thicket of trees. She could have gone any direction from here, and if these were the woods on the western outskirts of town then they were screwed.

“Dean, this isn’t looking good…”

“Shut it, Sammy. We move forward, we’re not giving up on her.”

Sam lifted his arms in surrender, “I didn’t say we should, Dean, but maybe it would be better to wait for the sun—”

“No,” Dean’s voice was stern, “She already has too far of a head-start and at this rate they might already have her, Sammy. We can’t wait.”

“What is that?” Sam’s light shone on a small bundle of color that stood out against the darkness surrounding them. The older brother approached it while Sam kept his eyes peeled about them for any sign of danger.

“Fuck,” Dean swore under his breath as he picked up the material. He recognized the shirt in his hands as one he had seen (Y/N) wear quite often. The soft fabric still smelled like her shampoo but it was cold, no traces of body heat left. “It’s hers, Sammy.”

Sam’s eyes came back to his brother and focused on what he had in his grasp. He stepped forward quickly, taking the clothing from his brother’s grasp. “Shit, Dean. We gotta find them before it’s too late.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Right, well, it was to the left of the tree, so let’s head that way,” Sam directed his light to their left.

“And if it’s misdirection?”

“I don’t know, Dean, it’s not like we can go everywhere at once.”

Dean swore again before taking the shirt from his brother’s grasp and pocketing it in the inside of his jacket. He marched away, to their left, just as his kid brother had suggested. He knew Sam’s mind was thinking more clearly than his, his was far too clouded by emotion, and hell- they wouldn’t have made it this far if he hadn’t listened to the nerd back at the motel to begin with. He just wasn’t going to tell Sam, that. No need to let his already-inflated head get any bigger.

----- *(Y/N)’s perspective

Pushing down the trepidation you felt, you slowly shifted in your spot, trying to quietly get to your feet. You couldn’t crawl with your hands behind your back and there was no use trying to walk on your knees when your feet weren’t bound. Besides, you had an idea to bring your arms to your front. The woman standing guard didn’t move, that you could tell, and she definitely didn’t address you. Maybe you could get away with this, after all. You grasped the metal restraints to try to prevent any unnecessary noise as you tried to move your arms up, manipulating your joints into odd angles and pulling your wrists over your head, bringing your hands in front of you. It hurt like hell to stretch your joints in ways they weren’t used to going, but this gave you options.

Your mind raced over your only plan as you began to tip-toe toward the figure of your only guard. You had no weapons, and you knew you lacked the strength to hit the woman hard enough to do anything but aggravate her. You didn’t know if you had the strength to overcome her at all, but you had to try. You couldn’t hold out hope that the Winchesters would find you, and frankly, you weren’t positive you wanted them to.

As quickly as you could you threw your arms over the woman’s head and jerked her backward, using the chain between the cuffs on your wrists as a garrote. She gasped, her hands clutched at the chain desperately as you cut off her air supply, dragging her back into the dark until your back hit the cold stone you had previously sat against. The woman struggled against you, trying desperately to hit you. Her elbow came back into your gut, earning a breathy grunt from you. You ground your teeth together, refusing to allow yourself to bend over as pain blossomed in your abdomen. Instead, you forced yourself to pull harder, forcing her body into yours as you put more pressure on her neck. Her unwashed stench filled your nostrils and you swallowed bile as it rose in your throat, burning as it made its way up. What felt like an eternity passed before her body finally fell limp, the unexpected pull of the dead weight dragging you down with her. Releasing your hold on her you rolled away, gasping for air. Before you went further you checked her pulse, ensuring you hadn’t killed her. She was simply unconscious. She would wake up with a migraine from hell, but she would wake up. Despite how evil she seemed; you couldn’t bring yourself to actually kill her.

You allowed yourself to lie on your back for a moment, quietly bringing your breathing back to normal. Fear crept back into your mind as you thought over what you had just done. Where the hell had you learned to do that? Who were you?

----

-Next Chapter-

[rogermeddowsx]

office parties suck - part 4

word count : 4.4k (wow) (it’s not even that much but it’s the most i’ve done)

warnings : swearing, drinking, alludes to sexy times haha  

author’s note : heyyyyyyyyyy. sorry it’s been a while. this part is the longest so far :) my respect for people who write like 17k fics has skyrocketed like fucking crazy!!! i think this fic will have 1 more proper part and then i’m planning on doing little parts about ben and readers relationship. then shit’s gonna hit the fan...but we’ll come back to that ;) i hope you like this part. 

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It was hot. Very, very hot. Your body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Ben’s arms tightened around your waist as you tried to wiggle out of his grip. Your face was flush against his bare chest, and as he gripped onto you, you began to feel hotter and hotter. His name escaped your lips in a mumble. 

He loosened his hold around you and you took the opportunity to move away slightly and shrug the covers off yourself, quickly realising it was Ben who was acting as a human radiator. You exhaled at the loss of contact and a shiver ran down your spine. You watched Ben

contently. Looking down at yourself, you noticed you were wearing Ben’s shirt from the night before and a pair of pants.

Ben let out a large sigh in his sleep, his blonde hair fluttering upwards as he did so. You reached out your hand, and brushed the hair out of his face. He flung out his arm, hitting the empty space between you, and felt around. Assuming he was reaching out for you, you scooched closer, letting his arm fall loosely around you. You fell asleep again, breathing in the feeling of being in Ben’s arms, and for the first time in months, feeling safe. 

 ***

When you woke up again, you were cold. You subconsciously moved closer to Ben, only to find out he was no longer lying next to you. Your eyes opened groggily, squinting as they adjusted to the harsh December sun, streaming through the curtains. 

From downstairs, you could hear the muffled sound of Miles’s voice. You dragged yourself out of bed, and downstairs. You shuffled your sock clad feet down your wooden stairs, to find Miles and Ben sitting up at the kitchen counter having breakfast. They didn’t even notice you enter the room. The light streamed through the window above the sink, warming up the room.  

“Morning.” 

Miles and Ben turned at the sound of your voice. Miles gestured towards a brown paper bag on the marble counter, you looked through the contents; small plastic boxes of salad, a container of granola with yoghurt and a loaf of freshly made bread. You almost dribbled as the smell hit you square in the face. 

As you took out the bread, you looked up at Miles, “Only you would order salad for breakfast.” 

He stared at you in mock shock, bringing his hands up to his chest, 

“It’s avocado for your toast.” 

You took a knife out of the drawer and began cutting off a slice. Beside you, Ben took a spoonful of the granola you’d taken out of the bag.

As you turned to look at him, he held his hands up in defense, “Hey, it was really  good and I’ve already finished mine.” He said pouting. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed the pot of granola closer to him before continuing to cut a slice of bread. He flashed you a pearly smile in gratitude. 

“Oh, Miles offered me a spare toothbrush. I hope you don’t mind.” Ben said, squeezing some honey over his breakfast. 

“A new one though right?” 

“Yeah,” Miles took the slice from your hand and starting lathering it with butter, “It was in a packet.” 

You told Ben it was fine and prised open the avocado container to spread on your toast. As you bit into it, you pulled out the stool next to Ben, and took a seat. He pulled the chair closer to him, making you laugh and as he put his arm around your waist, his fingers rubbing against the bare skin on your thigh where your shirt - which was actually Ben’s - had risen up. Your body electrified in response to his touch and you leant your head on his shoulder. 

The three of you continued to have breakfast, chatting about everything and nothing. Since finishing your toast, your hand had found its way to Ben’s thigh, your fingers playing with the hem of the shorts he’d borrowed off Miles. 

“It was a pretty cool experience-” The sound of a phone ringing cut Ben off. His phone started dancing around the counter as it vibrated. He picked it up and you missed the way his face drained of colour. His arm left your waist as he stood.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

After Ben had taken his phone call, he returned quiet and didn't contribute much to yours and Miles' silly conversations despite your countless efforts to try and include him. 

Your head was pounding. How much did you drink last night? You remembered Ben taking you back inside the club for a drink and drinking… a lot. Then coming home and drinking some more. You don't, however, remember much about what happened next. But you're sure it wasn't PG. 

"We should go watch a movie." Miles suggested, while scrolling through his phone. You nudged him under the table to get his attention subtly. He realised what you meant as you gestured to Ben, used to the score. 

"Actually, I need to go to the gym." He said, taking all your plates and retreating back upstairs, not forgetting to leave a quick kiss on your cheek. 

"Merci." You whispered to him as he hopped up the stairs. Once he was gone, you turned towards Ben, who was fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. He looked fixedly down at his hands. 

“Ben..” 

His gaze flickered up towards you. 

“You ok, Hun?” The pet name ran effortlessly off your tongue. 

His eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the forest green, with a golden hint, blues creeping in around the edges of his iris as if trying to take over. He blinked and the beauty was momentarily covered by hid eyelashes, naturally long and soft - feminine compared to the rest of his well structured features. By the time he had re-opened his eyes, you’d realised how lost you were in them and shook yourself free from the trance. Ben took your hands in his and started to play with the ring on your middle finger, given to you by Miles from your trip to Ireland together. It was a silver band, with two hands holding a heart with a crown. Each element represented something - the hands represent friendship, the heart love and the crown represents loyalty. Miles had bought you the Claddagh ring - it was traditional - to remind you that he was always there for you, as your best friend. You moved both your hands to the back of Ben’s neck, rolling the short blonde hair between your fingers. Ben tucked his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his cold hands making you shiver as they touched the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. You sat there for a moment. It felt nice to be held by someone after so long of wanting someone you couldn’t have, someone who didn’t feel the same. You felt Ben’s warm breath on your neck, sending electric shocks down your spine. His lips met the skin underneath your ear, barely applying pressure. You exhaled, leaning away from him, keeping your hands grasped in his hair. Pulling him closer by the back of his head, you kissed him and -oh God- it felt better sober. His lips brushed yours, innocently. Your name escaped him in a whisper, and you swore you’d never thought it that wonderful but when he said it, you never wanted him to say anything else. As his lips pressed against yours, the world fell away. Unlike last night - the rushing and demand from the both of you - this was slow and soft. His hand, previously on your waist, now rested below your ear, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. You shrivelled back in your bar stool, giggling breathlessly. 

“Sorry,” He laughed, removing his hand from your neck. “Should’ve remembered you didn’t like being touched there.” 

You brushed it off, smiling as you pulled him back towards you until there was no space left between you, and you could feel his heart beating erratically against your chest. His hands returned to their spot on your waist, gathering the soft fabric of your t-shirt between his large fingers. 

You almost forgot you were sitting at your breakfast bar, losing yourself completely in Ben, until Miles walked in, coughing exaggeratedly as he entered the room. Yourself and Ben separated as if you were teenagers caught in your parents house, doing something you shouldn’t. 

But you weren’t. You were adults and in your own home, interrupted by your annoying roommate.

“Milllllesssssss..” You whinged.

He held his hands up in surrender. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, thought you’d gone out or something.” He muttered, grabbing an apple from the porcelain fruit bowl. He retreated back upstairs, leaving you and Ben alone again. 

Ben’s cheeks were a bright red, embarrassed that you’d both been caught. You giggled, readjusting Ben’s shirt which was oversized on you. Ben rose from his chair and moved to stand between your legs. He took your face in his hands and kissed you again. 

“Wanna take this elsewhere?” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away slightly. 

“It’s like you read my mind.”             

 ***

"So Miles, huh, what's the deal there?" 

You and Ben were tangled in your sheets, staring at the glow in the dark star stickers on your ceiling. 

"You're really choosing to talk about him now? Good timing, Ben."

As your head lay on his chest, you felt it shake with laughter. 

"I just want to know more about you." He teased, kissing the top of your head and although you couldn't see, you knew his nose was scrunched up at the tickling feeling of your hair. 

You traced the outline of his lion nose tattoo on the inside of his arm, the once dark ink starting to fade and now a beginning to tint a dark green. 

"What do you want to know?" You said, hesitantly. Anyone who was close to you knew it was hard for you to let new people in, which explained why you had such a small group of friends. 

"Where did you grow up?" He mused.

You wriggled out of his hold, turning to lie on your side and face him, propping your head up by leaning on your elbow. 

"Just outside of London. You?" 

He smiled, licking his lips as he answered.

"Dorset, born and raised." 

You laughed, "Bloody hell. Moving here must've been an adjustment." 

“Yeah, it was different,” he chuckled nervously. “Go on then, how’d you meet Miles?” 

When you didn’t answer straight away, his hands snaked towards your hips, where he pressed his fingers just above your hip bone, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles. His eyes lit up at the new information; you were ticklish. Extremely ticklish. You gasped for air, pushing his hands away playfully. 

“Okay, okay,” you managed between breaths, “we met at Uni.” 

His hands stopped their playful assault. 

“Uni, huh? So you’re a smart cookie.” He teased, brushing his finger gently across your cheek. 

“‘Suppose you could say that,” you smiled at him, “did you go to Uni?” 

He sat up in your bed and ruffled his hair, the covers falling to expose his defined abdomen. You brought your eyes from his stomach to his face. His emerald eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling hot under his gaze. 

“Yeah, Bournemouth. That’s how I met Joe.” He smiled fondly at the mention of his best friend and you thought back to your time at university, and how you met Miles. 

Man, you were so much happier then.

Three years ago, you moved to Brighton, away from your family, to go to university. It was a daunting experience, you didn’t know anyone and you certainly didn’t know anyone on your course. That all changed on the day of your first Music Lecture, when you collided with a curly haired, tan boy who was walking round a corner. You’d dropped all your shiny new textbooks and he’d helped you pick them up. You became best friends after finding out you were both doing the music course, and sat next to each other for the next two years. Then you moved to London together and the rest was history. 

“Right,” Ben said, interrupting your train of thought, “I’d better go.” 

He pulled you into him, so that your head was against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you securly. You snuggled closer into him and whined dramatically, holding onto him tighter. 

“Nooo,” you dragged out, “don’t go.” 

He kissed the top of your head then climbed out of bed, pulling on his jeans that were strewn across the floor. You stuck your bottom lip out at him but instead of convincing him to stay, it caused him to kiss you gently. 

“You’re adorable, but I really do need to go.” He kissed you again, this time hurriedly and then left your bedroom. You sat back against your pillows, and fully embraced the lingering smell of Ben; a mixture of expensive cologne and cigarettes. Ben’s head popped back around the door. 

“I’ll call you later.” He said, before finally leaving. You sunk into your duvet, and your eyes flickered shut as you heard the thud of the front door, indicating Ben’s departure. 

*** 

The palm of your hand smacked the empty bedside table, in an attempt to locate your ringing phone. You ran your hand across the surface until you hit your phone, and brought it up to your ear. 

“Hello?” You answered groggily.

“You met Ben! Not only did you meet him, you slept with him. Twice! And didn’t tell me.” 

Grace.

“Hi G, nice to hear your voice too.” You grumbled sarcastically. Grace shuffled over the phone and you could also hear Joe’s deep voice in the background. 

“What? You thought I wouldn’t find out? Boys talk too you know.” She said, after a minute of moving around. 

“Grace, he literally just left and I couldn’t call you and tell you while he was here.” 

“Well….” She hinted. “How was he?” 

“Grace!” Your cheeks flushed a bright crimson. You put your phone on speaker and rolled out of bed, starting to rummage around your room for some clothes. “I know Joe is there and I’m not discussing it with him around.” 

“That hasn’t stopped you before! I know way more than I should about your hookups. Now spill.” Joe shouted over the phone. 

“Yeah but they weren’t your best friend.” You said as you tugged on a pair of jeans. 

Joe made a gagging sound which made you and Grace laugh. You heard Grace telling him to go away and him acting offended. 

“I didn’t want to know anyway.” He said, leaving Grace alone. Once she knew he was definitely out of ear-shot, Grace resumed the conversation. 

“So, how was it?” 

You could practically hear the wiggle of her eyebrows of her eyebrows and her suggestive smirk. 

“It was good. Really good. I don’t want it to become anything though.” 

“Are you kidding?” She squealed. “I met him the other night, he’s like a fucking God.” 

You burst into laughter, “Alright G, don’t hold back or anything!” 

He was like a God though. He looked as if he’d been sculpted by them, and not only was he the most gorgeous human to grace the Earth, but he was the nicest person you had ever met. There had to be something wrong with him. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Grace said, composing herself from the giggles that had overcome her, “he’s literally perfect for you though.” 

You and Grace continued talking, and you gave her all the details about your night with Ben, just like you always did with hookups. 

“Right babe, I’ve got to go. Joe and I are going cake tasting. Catch ya later?” Grace said after at least five minutes of her fiance practically tugging at her, telling her they were going to be late - he just wanted cake though. 

After assuring her you would catch up soon, you went downstairs in search of Miles. 

"Milo?" You called out. 

No response. Weird. 

You looked up to check the clock in the kitchen. 

3pm.

Was it too early for a glass of wine? Your hand hovered over the burgundy coloured bottle. Inside, the deep crimson liquid shimmered, looking inviting. You shook your head, your hand retreating back to your side. 

No, it's definitely too early. 

Instead, you opted for a glass of water. As you drank, your mind drifted back to Ben. It had been a few hours since he had left and you had spend most of that time sleeping and talking to Grace. You hated being left alone, especially with nothing to occupy yourself with. As it was Christmas, you had no projects from work so not even a boring contract could save you. Now, you were alone with your thoughts, although this time they were all about Ben, so they weren’t as bad as usual. Over the past few months you had previously told yourself that you didn’t need that special someone in your life, convincing yourself that you were happy in your solitude. However, since meeting Ben a couple of days ago, your longing for someone had heightened again. You’d been reminded of what it felt like to be held by someone and you found yourself never wanting to be without that feeling. And now here you were, sitting at the desk in your home office, relishing in the lingering feeling of Ben’s arms around you. 

A knock on the door brought you back into reality. You slowly shuffled your way to the door, opening it to reveal Ben’s beaming face, red from the cold. Ushering him inside, you took his hat and coat from him. He adorned himself in a thick turtleneck sweater and you almost drooled at the sight of him. 

“Hey, I brought pizza.” He smiled warmly, holding up two square boxes. 

Okay, now you really were drooling. 

You led him into the kitchen after he gave you a welcoming kiss. 

“How was your day?” You asked, hoisting yourself up onto the counter, before greedily taking a slice of pizza from the box he had placed next to you. 

“It was alright, couple’a meetings.” Ben said, grabbing two plates from the draining board next to the sink and taking a seat beside you. 

“New movie?” 

He laughed, “Something like that.” 

The two of you continued to make comfortable small talk for a while, devouring the first box of pizza. You didn’t mind that the conversation was about nothing in particular; you were just basking in having him around. 

“Hey, so I was thinking..” Ben started. 

You had both moved to the couch with the last box of pizza following closely behind. Reruns of Friends was playing in the background but you weren’t very interested; Ben had you completely entranced. You were currently sat opposite each other, legs entangled. 

“You were thinking? Dangerous.” You teased.

He threw a pizza crust at you, which, despite your efforts to block, hit your square in the forehead. You both erupted in giggles before Ben resumed his serious tone. 

“Tell me if this is too soon,” he said, causing you to straighten up, “but I really like you.” 

You broke into an uncontrollable smile, “I like you too.” 

He hadn’t finished though, “Would you like to go on a date?” 

Ben’s cheeks were suddenly kissed pink, the blooming colour so damn cute against his pale skin. He looked away trying to find a distraction. You let him compose himself, letting his question linger slightly - you’d be lying if you said prolonging your answer to make him sweat slightly didn’t amuse you. You took his hands in yours from across the sofa. 

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

***

It had been a week since Ben had popped the question. And it was official, he was taking you on a date. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. But nervous as you were, you were fucking excited. Every time you so much as thought about Ben, you got butterflies. And to think of going on a date with him…

Ben was due to pick you up in about five minutes and you were running around the house trying to get ready. 

“Milo, have you seen my black heels?” You shouted from where you were sat in the hall, surrounded by yours and Miles’ haphazardly scattered shoes. 

“Oi, shut up I’m on the phone.” He shouted back. 

You slumped defeatedly against the shoe cabinet. Miles had been in a mood with you all week. He even turned down your weekly tradition of ‘Pizza Party Friday Night,’ claiming he ‘didn’t feel well’ and you resulted to call Ben over and help you finish all the pizza you had ordered. 

You continued to rummage around the cabinet, finally locating your shoes at the back, and tugging them on. Just as you were doing the last strap up, Miles came down the stairs, meeting you at the bottom. 

“Thought you’d gone.” He mumbled. 

You stood and grabbed his arm, stopping him before he turned to go back upstairs. You opened your mouth to ask him why he’d been so hostile towards you, when, who you assumed was Ben, knocked at the door. You looked down the hallway where Ben’s shadow through the stained glass on the door, confirming your assumption. You looked back at Miles, who didn’t meet your gaze. Your grip on his wrist loosened, causing his hand to fall back to his side. You straightened your top, and grabbed your coat, before plastering on a smile and opening the door to Ben. Your smile was quickly replaced by a genuine one as Ben kissed you on the cheek. 

“Let me just grab my bag.” You said, as Ben pulled away. You turned to where your bag sat on top of the cabinet, quickly noticing that Miles was no longer standing there. You let your smile falter slightly before smiling again properly and facing back to Ben. 

“Ready to go babe?” Ben said, taking your hand. You nodded and followed him out the door, closing it behind you. 

The taxi journey took longer than it should have due to December traffic. It didn’t phase yourself and Ben though, you played a childish game of ‘I Spy’ and he had you in giggles the whole way to the restaurant. He’d joked that it was nice to finally see you dressed appropriately for the cold weather as you snuggled into your teddy bear coat. 

As you pulled up to the front of the restaurant - Ben’s choice - you felt a surge of insecurity watching well dressed people enter and exit the building. Ben thanked the driver and walked towards where you were standing on the pavement. You grabbed onto his arm, your hand resting just by his bicep. 

“You didn’t tell me it was fancy?” You said, causing Ben to look down at you. 

“You look gorgeous. Always do.” He replied, brushing off your concerns. You brushed them off too, if it didn’t bother Ben, you wouldn’t waste your time worrying. 

Easier said than done, you thought as you walked towards the large glass doors. The entire restaurant was full of snobby, well dressed men and women. The men were dressed in suits, and the women were dripping in expensive jewels. You wrapped your coat around yourself tightly, as you grew more self conscious in your jeans. Chandeliers littered the ceiling and gold Christmas decorations filled the room - they weren't tacky plastic ones like the ones your neighbours had hung up in their front window though. In the middle of the room, sat a 12ft real Christmas tree. In astonishment, you took in the decor, Ben watching as your eyes darted around the room like a child in a sweet shop. 

“Okay, so it’s a little fancy.” He admitted sheepishly. And yet it was so unfair because even in some black, slim fitting dress pants and a sweater, Ben still look so achingly smart. You on the other hand, well, you looked back down at your outfit. You were wearing a square-necked, green satin top, paired with some blue skinny jeans and black suede heels. You looked nice - after all it was your first date with Ben - but not nice enough for the rich alternate universe you had stepped into. 

Ben gave his name to the host, who proceeded to take the two of you towards the back of the restaurant. Your hand gripped Ben’s tightly as you weaved your way through tables and waiters. Before long you were presented with a small table, with a red tablecloth that had sparkling gold details. In the middle of the table was a small flaring candle, surrounded by beautifully set out cutlery and plates. Your hand flew up to your mouth in shock. You looked up at Ben, who already has his eyes on you. You hugged him tightly. As you pulled away, the waiter turned to you, 

“Can I take your coat, Miss?” 

You shrugged it off and passed it to him, sitting down as Ben did the same. 

Once the waiter was gone with your coats, your attention was all on Ben, all thoughts of Miles’ mood gone from your mind. 

“Ben, this is so nice…” You said, willing your tears to not spill. 

“It is quite isn’t it? I was here before I came to get you, just to make sure everything was perfect.” He blushed, which caused you to blush. No one had ever done anything like this for you, and your heart was swelling at the gesture. You took his hand from across the table and as they rested on the silk tablecloth, you could’ve sworn Ben’s thumb rubbing against the back of your hand still would’ve felt better, even if the silk was threaded with fur. 

“Thank you for this.” 

He smiled at your appreciation and leant across the table, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood, to kiss you. You met his lips gently and smirked into the kiss. As you were sitting back down, Ben said your name. 

“I think I’m falling for you. Like, a lot,” He inhaled deeply. You’d only known Ben for a matter of weeks but you could tell right now that he was nervous.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” 

The answer was pretty obvious - You’d love to. 

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author’s note : here she is guys, hope you enjoy. as always like and reblog it’s always appreciated :) Xx