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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Silver Mist - part 3/3 - ao3 or tumblr pt 1, pt 2

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Every enchantment had a weak point.

There was a reason there were more cultivators than foxes out there, why even the cleverest fox had to hide behind a human mask and pretend to some level of decency – why Nie Huaisang had been so careful with playing with his brother, his most favorite and most precious of people. There would come a time when he got weakened, or distracted, or something, and suddenly all his enchantments would slip through his fingers, breaking down, and he’d be left with nothing but what he earned fair and square.

(Nie Huaisang’s mother, the second Madame Nie, had disappeared right after he’d been born, and yet it was Nie Mingjue’s mother that everyone said went away, that everyone recalled leaving, not his – his mother was the one they all said had died.)

Nie Huaisang lived in fear of that moment.

When his brother burned his fans in a rage, he thought – this is it. He’s remembered.

He hates me now.

It was all so very frustrating, too, because he’d finally settled everything just the way he liked it: his da-ge in his life and in his bed, feeding him with his heart and body and happy to see him flourish. It was all he needed in life, just that and nothing more. Sure, Nie Huaisang loved the gifts his brother’s sworn brothers brought for him – he’d always been spoiled beyond belief, and never saw any reason to change. It was ironic, really, that it was Jin Guangyao’s gifts that his brother always found fault with, not Lan Xichen’s which were just as multitudinous, but perhaps it was because he needed to wheedle and whine and beg for gifts from Jin Guangyao.

With Lan Xichen, he just needed to smile.

(Lan Xichen was always weak to a smile. Back at the Cloud Recesses, during the war, his weak protests had died at once at the sight of a smug little curl of the lip as Nie Huaisang pressed him down and climbed on top of him –)

Lan Xichen’s ears didn’t turn red the way Lan Wangji’s did, nor did he duck his head and grin the way Wei Wuxian did, Nie Huaisang observed judiciously, but that didn’t mean he could hide his embarrassment at the very sight of Nie Huaisang, and that made it very easy indeed to talk him into buying Nie Huaisang all the gifts he could possibly want with barely any protest. Maybe a But your brother - that quickly cut off when Nie Huaisang pressed his fan to his lips, but nothing more, and then he’d go above and beyond to find an excuse to take Nie Huaisang shopping for anything that caught his eyes.

But Jin Guangyao…

Sometimes Nie Huaisang would swear that his san-ge gave him all those gifts in front of his da-ge on purpose, the sneaky little minx, even though he knew Nie Mingjue would only rage at him for it.

Nie Huaisang’s presents burned, and he shouted and screamed and fled and cried, and he waited in his da-ge’s bedroom shivering in fear but unwilling to back down. He was a Nie, after all, and being a fox didn’t make him any less that.

“Huaisang?” his brother said, coming in through the door.

He looked – tired.

Tired, not angry; his eyes were bloodshot and he appeared to be in pain – his da-ge, his brave and bold da-ge who feared nothing, in pain!

“Da-ge, what’s wrong?” Nie Huaisang said fitfully, deciding to ignore… everything, at least for the moment. “Why are you like this? What happened?”

“I don’t –” His brother rubbed at his face. “I don’t know. I – I got so angry –”

His nose was bleeding, Nie Huaisang noticed, and frowned. “Da-ge?”

Maybe this wasn’t about what he’d been doing at all.

“Da-ge, come here,” he said, and his brother came to him. “Lie down,” he said, and his brother obeyed, free and clear and of his own volition. “What’s wrong with you?”

“The saber spirit,” Nie Mingjue said dully, staring up at the ceiling. “I thought I’d have longer.”

Nie Mingjue had never explained the exact details of their family’s cultivation technique, only postponed discussing it, and so Nie Huaisang had known there was something wrong with it – his brother only ever shared good things with him, while shielding him from the bad. He’d taught him everything he could, omitting only the last few details, and thus it was in those details that the problem lay.

As if Nie Huaisang couldn’t guess, when every generation of his ancestors had died from a qi deviation.

He scowled.

“It can’t be,” he said, settling down next to his brother on the bed. “You haven’t even been cultivating it that much, recently. Not more than your usual training.”

“Maybe it’s the war?” his brother wondered aloud. “After-effects, only becoming apparent once my cultivation increased further –”

“But the recent increase in your cultivation isn’t even because of saber cultivation!” Nie Huaisang argued. “You’ve been helping me, instead; it’s completely different, a totally different approach. A problem with one method wouldn’t affect an increase in your cultivation through another.”

His brother frowned.

“Huaisang,” he said, his brow furrowing, his eyes clear and thinking – thinking and realizing. “Your new cultivation ‘technique’…”

…oops.

“It’s only because I love you so much, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said at once, immediately pulling himself up and over to straddle on Nie Mingjue’s lap. It gave him an unfortunate view into the expression of shock and no little bit of horror currently forming on his brother’s face, but he needed any advantage he could get – he wouldn’t be able to pull his brother into the trance state like this, not when he’d realized, not when he was fully sober. Nie Huaisang had gotten stronger since they’d started this, but not strong enough to beat his brother when his brother was trying. “Haven’t I been good to you? Don’t I show you how much I love you?”

“Huaisang! There are – you can’t – you’re not allowed to love me that much!”

“Why not?” Nie Huaisang said, and when his da-ge tried to sit up he put his hand on his chest and pushed him back down. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was the surprise, maybe it was just that his brother wasn’t really trying, but he managed it, and immediately a short sharp shock went straight to his cock. “Why not? Who’s it hurting?”

“Who is it – me! You’re doing it to me!”

“And sometimes you do it to me, what’s your point?” Nie Huaisang said, breezing past the fact that his brother wasn’t referring to penetration at all. “If we keep it discreet, no one will learn from our bad example, and you weren’t really looking for a spouse anyway, were you? You always wanted to leave the sect to me. Why shouldn’t I have you? I want you.”

“Huaisang –”

Nie Huaisang ground his hips down and felt the answering twitch. “It’s too late, anyway,” he said, and his brother stared up at him. “Look at you. I’ve already ruined you – you’ve got my words in your brain, in your core. You’ve had my cock up your ass and you’ve loved it, you get hard just thinking about my cock in your mouth –”

“Because you put it in my head.”

“Just because I put it there doesn’t mean it’s not still there,” Nie Huaisang said, and leaned forward to press his lips to his brother’s neck. “It’s still in there, da-ge. And if it is, then what’s the point of not letting me have you? Haven’t I been taking good care of you, all this time? And look at where it’s gotten us: you sleep better, you eat better, you have the strength to train, I’m stronger than ever before… I’m a good didi, da-ge, I’m your good didi.”

His brother was weakening. Nie Huaisang could feel it in his heartbeat.

“You didn’t take advantage of me,” he whispered, intimate as the lover he had made himself into. “I took advantage of you. There’s nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be guilty for. The act’s already been done, plenty of times – the line’s been crossed, and there’s no going back. There’s only the way forward.”

“Huaisang…”

“Don’t I have your heart?” Nie Huaisang demanded. His fingernails were like claws where they dug into his brother’s chest as if to rip it out himself, his teeth like fangs filling his mouth; he didn’t know what his face looked like right now and he didn’t care. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted – a cultivator as righteous as his brother would be a prize for any fox, any yao, any creature bent against humanity, but all Nie Huaisang wanted was what his brother had always given him freely. “You love me, you love me. Give me your heart and I’ll be happy. Da-ge, I’ll be so happy, you don’t even know, it’s everything I’ve always wanted and more. You give me anything and everything, you always have. Give me this, too.”

“I can’t,” his brother whispered, and it was only I can’t because he couldn’t make it I won’t. “Huaisang…”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Nie Huaisang coaxed him. “I know you love me, and that’s enough. You don’t have to go against everything you are, da-ge, I’d never ask that of you. All I need you to do – the only thing you need to do – you know already, don’t you? You know what you need to do for me.”

Nie Mingjue did know.

All he had to do was let go, give in, and let the words already swirling beneath his skin come to the surface, sink willingly down into the quiet world where Nie Huaisang was master absolute, and Nie Huaisang would make sure that he never felt bad about any of it. Not ever again.

“Give me your heart,” Nie Huaisang said. “Please, da-ge.”

His da-ge’s heart, whole and entire with nothing held back, was the best thing he’d ever gotten.

The art of deception was misdirection.

Change one thing in a room at a time, and in time no one would notice that they were in a different room entirely. Set water simmering slowly, and the crabs would cook without ever thinking of escape. Dress up as a god and play the demon to confuse –

Nie Huaisang knew how to play with the hearts of men, for good or for evil, and in comparison their eyes were nothing much. A talisman for illusions, a mimicry of mannerisms – it was easy enough to pretend to be his brother, who was sleeping so sweetly in his bed. A deep sleep, a healing sleep; his poor brother’s meridians were all twisted up into something like a nightmare, but it wasn’t anything that they couldn’t straight out over time, together. All he needed was some sleep and some peace, and Nie Huaisang could give him both, so he did.

His brother had stirred briefly, hearing the siren call of duty, but Nie Huisang was a better siren by far. He promised him that it would be handled, and his brother trusted him to see it done – and he would.

No one knew that the Nie listening coldly to their requests wasn’t the right one.

Not even Jin Guangyao, who came with his head bowed and his demeanor meek, setting up his guqin to play music designed to provide clarity – he expected Nie Mingjue to be there, steady as a rock and just as unshakable, and so, to all appearances, he was. There was no reason to check any further.

He played.

Nie Huaisang listened, his eyes narrowing in a smile – oh, san-ge, he sighed. Oh, Meng Yao.

I always knew we were too much the same.

He did nothing, though, nothing but wait for the song to finish and Jin Guangyao to take his leave, bowing, and then he said, “Will you spend some time with Nie Huaisang today, before you return? He’s still upset from yesterday and not speaking to me.”

Why would he be speaking to his da-ge now? His brother was asleep, just as he ought to be, and speaking to him would only wake him.

Jin Guangyao had been expecting this, too. “Of course, da-ge,” he murmured, and Nie ‘Mingjue’ scowled, Nie Huisang scowled – no one who wanted to really hurt his brother deserved to use that term.

“Dismissed,” he said, and waited until Jin Guangyao left to remove the disguise, drifting out after him, calling, “San-ge!”

Jin Guangyao turned with a smile and Nie Huaisang threw himself forward, wrapping himself around his sworn brother-by-proxy’s dominant arm – he could use both, but he had a preference if you cared to look – and immediately burst out into chatter, complaints and stuff and nonsense, wailing on and on and on about how wronged he had been.

His voice modulated itself into a melody, the cadence quickening and slowing, rising and falling, infused with his own very special cultivation, and it wasn’t that much different from what it normally was – and Jin Guangyao wasn’t really listening to him anymore, anyway, not any more than it took to respond with a few hums of sympathy and the occasional word of consolation. Why would he? The situation wasn’t anything different from normal, from the boring and mundane and uninteresting, what with there being complaining and whining and Nie Huaisang, a younger brother that he trusted, even if only to be a complete idiot. Absolutely harmless.

Jin Guangyao wasn’t the cultivation genius Nie Mingjue was, but he’d had a very long way to go to catch up; he wouldn’t have made it to where he was now if he hadn’t taught himself the habit of constantly cultivating, drawing in qi from the outside and channeling it inwards. He did so now, unconsciously, spreading the effect throughout his entire body, pulling him inch by inch into something nice and comfortable, pleasantly restful.

There was no need for schemes with Nie Huaisang, after all. He was so silly, so useless; he couldn’t even really be used, only indulged, like the little brother Meng Yao had never been able to afford to have growing up. Look at how dependent he was: scared to do anything else, wholly in the palm of his hand.

There was nothing to fear.

There was only –

Listening.

Give me your heart.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #niecest #jin guangyao #my fic #my fics #silver mist

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miss-tc-nova · 3 years ago

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The Fool Fooled - Eraqus

Pretty short and pretty goofy, but there will be more Eraqus later.

Enjoy! ;3

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The white piece tips the black, backed by confidence. Picking up his prize, the boy in white grins.

“You better watch it, Xehanort. Today might be the day I win.”

Unphased, the boy in black moves one of his pieces forward. “Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Eraqus.” Move made, he returns his comrade’s confidence. “Too bad you’re even dumber than that.”

Eraqus’s smile slips when he looks back at the board. It’s looking pretty dicey; his opponent has done well in drawing Era into a trap. It’ll be another win for Xehanort at this rate.

“Dammit!”

He leans in to focus, but he’s truly walked into the lion’s den with this one. So, rather than some meaningful stratagem or even a graceful loss, Eraqus begins to think outside the box. There’s no immediate solution; Xehanort has him. However, just as he considers flipping the board, he notices his friend scratch his nose.

Without another thought, Eraqus takes a deep breath. It all comes back out in a giant “CHU!” The boy across from him ends up sprayed in spit.

“Ah! Gross!”

In the second Xehanort takes his eyes off the board, Eraqus snatches the piece preventing escape and flings it over his shoulder. Luck is on his side; it must’ve landed somewhere soft so as not to alert the cheated victim.

“Oops. You alright?” he asks.

“Cover your mouth next time,” Xehanort snaps, wiping his jacket across his face again.

Eraqus laughs. “Sorry. It came out of nowhere.”

He finally takes his turn and sits back to watch it all unfold.

Xehanort reaches for the board, then pauses. The longer his eyes scan the game, the deeper the scowl grows.

“What the hell?! My piece is missing!”

The great part of always being the fool is that no one suspects that grin he wears. Eraqus replies, “What piece?”

Well, almost no one. Silver eyes narrow. “Where’s my piece, Eraqus?”

“I don’t have it. Honest,” the liar insists. He throws his arms out. “You can even check me.”

There’s some scrutiny before Xehanort stands. Eraqus rises to meet him. They start with the sleeves.

“Like the muscles?” Era teases as hands press against his biceps.

“Where is it, Eraqus?” Xe jams a hand into the hood, but it’s empty.

Arms fold behind his head. “I don’t have it, man.”

The whole haori comes off for the detective to shake out. It’s clean. Even the belt and boots come off at Xehanort’s demand. There’s a hint of pity knowing Xe will never find the piece in Era’s possession; it’s mostly pride in his own dumb luck though.

Xehanort steps back to take another look. Hands on his hips, Eraqus jeers, “What? You want my pants too? If you really wanted a look at my ass, all you had to do is ask.”

Lips screwed in determination, Xe goes for Eraqus. He pushes his friend down onto the bench, his knees making cushions of Era’s arms.

“Hey! Get off!”

A hand takes his chin. “Open up!”

“What?!” Eraqus struggles uselessly.

“Show me your mouth!”

“That was one time!” It was twice actually.

“Open!”

Fingers dig into his cheeks, inevitably forcing the boy in white to open his mouth. “Ow!”

“For gods’ sakes, did you swallow it?!”

“No!”

“Then where is it?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Liar!”

The jabbing turns to pinching as Xe torments Era’s face, tugging and pulling. Eraqus’s legs thrash uselessly behind Xehanort.

“Tell me where it is!”

“I don’t know!” He’s stuck and Xehanort is relentless.

“TELL ME!”

“IT WENT THAT WAY SOMEWHERE!”

Tingling fingers point in the direction he flung the game piece. Xehanort sits back.

“I knew it. You sneaky cheat.”

The perpetrator laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, you got me. Now please get off; I can’t feel my hands!”

Though Xehanort releases the captive, Eraqus simply lies there, soaking in the sun and ridiculousness of the moment. Soft laughter overcomes him, infecting his companion, until all that’s left between them is joyful bliss.

It’s only been two years since Eraqus met Xehanort. Though his classmates may say he hasn’t changed a bit, Eraqus himself knows that’s not true at all. Granted, Eraqus knew that his fool’s façade was just that while his friends did not, but Xehanort made it real. Years on the edge of drowning in darkness made the happiness forced, but with Xehanort around, he almost felt like his old self.

Eraqus could never quite put his finger on why that was so. Xehanort was initially abrasive and stand-offish, especially towards the blue-blood. But something about him kept drawing the heir to brush off the hostility and interact; it was surprisingly easy. It wasn’t long after that Xehanort began to open up and Eraqus found a light he couldn’t resist.

Then, one day, it hit him like a ton of bricks. As he laid in the dirt, feeling the sting of defeat for at least the hundredth time, Eraqus looked up at the victor and immediately lost himself to the marvel he saw. It was as if Xe wore a halo, descended to save Eraqus. That’s when the loser knew: he was in love.

Ever since then, Eraqus has gone on as normal. Perhaps there’s a bit more laughter and tom-foolery, but he hasn’t lent much thought to his feelings. Part of him is afraid what a confession would lead to and another knows that he has no right to burden another in such a way. He doesn’t even want to consider what it would do to Xehanort. So Eraqus keeps his feelings to himself, desperately trying to convince himself that he’s happy with things as they are now.

Despite having been cheated, Xehanort still manages to win the game. Eraqus’s mind was still on matters beforehand, but one more mark in the losing column isn’t a big deal. Plus, he cheated, so there’s that.

As Eraqus begins packing up, something out the window catches his eye. Against Scala’s blinding bright landscape, it sticks out like sore thumb; strolling along the streets below, heading away from the citadel, is a stranger in a black coat.

A sharp pain strikes the back of his head. Era’s hand puts pressure against the sting as he turns on Xehanort.

Smugly, Xehanort folds his arms. “Found it.”

Eraqus’s gaze drops, finding the lost piece among the rest. Despite being assaulted, his gaze flitters back to the window, but the figure is gone.

His friend joins him in watching the world. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just thought I saw something,” Era murmurs.

“What was it?”

“Dunno.”

“Huh. Well, we’d better get going. If we’re not early, they’ll run out of curry again and I’m not listening to you complain about it today.”

Eraqus perks up. “Ooo, they have curry today?”

“It’s Friday, you idiot.”

“Oh yeah.”

Poor Xehanort shakes his head, but he and Eraqu̷̻̅s put their game away and head out for dinner.

~~~~~

Nova’s Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

#Eraqus #KH Eraqus #Xehanort #kh xehanort #liar's lament

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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A Romantic Holiday

Summary: Clementine and the others get ready to celebrate Valentine's Day with their significant others.

Word Count: 1000+

Read on AO3:

Start from the beginning:

“All I’m saying is that a movie and cuddling is a totally valid way to spend Valentine’s Day,” Brody looked back at her friends who all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it totally is,” Clementine walked up beside her auburn friend and gave a smile.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Louis jogged forward, immediately intertwining his fingers with Clementine’s. With a gentle sway their joined hands began to move back and forth. Louis’ bright smile faltered when he saw the look on Brody’s face. “Unless you don’t want that to be your Valentine’s Day evening.”

Brody’s eyes grew large for a second before she looked down at her shoes. “It’s stupid. It’s not like Mitch or I have the money to blow on a fancy Valentine’s Day,” Brody gave a sigh. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want something more romantic.”

“Then tell him,” Violet’s eyes met Brody’s when she glanced up. “Mitch is a dumbass but he also really likes you so he’d want to make you happy,”

“Violet is right,” Prisha smiled over at Brody. “If you communicate with Mitch then perhaps you can find a romantic date idea that isn’t pricey,”

“Yeah, you guys are right,” Brody gave a shaky sigh then proceeded to take a few deep breaths. “So what are your guys’ plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“A carriage ride through a park. With the snow and each other it will be magical!” Louis pressed a kiss to Clementine’s cheek then spun her around once as a surprise before the two rejoined the group who stopped to wait for them.

“Violet and I are recreating our first ever date and going stargazing with tons of blankets of course,” Prisha wrapped her arms around Violet then looked down at her with a loving smile.

“That all sounds amazing. I just wish I had an idea of what I wan-”

“Well if it isn’t Prisha!” a voice boomed from a short distance in front of them. Brody looked as well as the others, curious who had cut the conversation short. A fairly tall man with a thick, gray, full beard walked forward with a happy smile. Based on his uniform and hat it was clear that he was the sheriff. His jaw was set in such a way that it gave him an aura of sternness but based on the crinkle of joy in his eyes it was clear that he was a good man. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Sheriff Kenny! What a pleasure to see you. What are you doing on campus?” Prisha smiled over at Kenny before a realization struck here. Violet was still within her arms, a sight she wasn’t sure how Kenny would take considering that the only ones who knew of her orientation were the group of friends she had now. Kenny studied Prisha and Violet for a moment. Violet’s grip on Prisha’s arms remained as constant as always as she shot over a pointed look at the sheriff who remained quiet for a few seconds. Violet continued to look at the sheriff with a protectiveness in her eyes until he spoke up.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Good for you,” Kenny tipped up his hat and gave a casual smile.

“Thank you,” Prisha held Violet closer. Violet noticed that Prisha’s tension had lessened quite a bit before it flared up again. “My relationship with Violet, my father...” Prisha’s voice trailed for a second.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go shooting off my mouth about anything. I’m just glad to see you happy. Damn, you sure have grown. I remember the days you would run around the station and pretend to find clues with a copy of some Sherlock Holmes book tucked under your arm,” Kenny’s recounting made Prisha grow embarrassed as she listened to the sheriff share story after story. Louis, Clementine and Brody seemed to be enjoying hearing all these stories that Prisha was sure would be brought up again and she noticed that Violet was also having fun hearing stories about Prisha from before they met.

“Anyways, I’m talking your ears off and I haven’t even asked for any of your damn names.” Kenny sighed apologetically before his eyes focused on Louis for a second as if he had recognized him somehow. “My name’s Kenneth Callaway but you can just call me Sheriff Kenny.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. My name’s Louis and this lovely gal beside me is my girlfriend, Clementine!” Louis smiled over to Clementine who returned it.

“Guess I’m next, I’m Brody,” Brody had a nervous expression on her face, likely due to a mixture of it being a first meeting and that the person she was introducing herself to was the sheriff.

“Nice to meet you all. I picked up on your name already,” Kenny looked over at Violet who gave a short nod.

“Well then, I shouldn’t be taking up any more of your time,” Kenny tipped his hat then turned to leave until a voice called out to him.

“Dad! I didn’t know you’d be on campus!” A young man with short brown hair strolled forward, his pinky intertwined with a person with hazel eyes.

“Hey there, Duck! I was just here to take a look around campus since so much has been going on here lately. Then I ran into Prisha and-”

“Prisha is here!” Duck’s eyes immediately lit up and slipping his pinky free he ran forward. In an instant Prisha was wrapped into a tight hug. “I was hoping I’d see you around campus ever since I started this semester.”

“Duck, you’re hugging me a bit too tight,” Prisha wheezed out before giving an appreciative smile once Duck had let go.

“So, still being a great detective as always? Are you working towards that degree to become a superhero?” Duck smiled brightly at Prisha.

“Well, I’m just becoming a lawyer, not a hero.” Prisha looked away, slightly worried that her eyes or her friends’ would show some sort of sign that they were in fact superheroes.

“Eh, it's basically the same thing!” Duck placed his hands on his hips before a flicker of realization appeared. “Oh, that’s right! I’ve never introduced you to Oakley before!”

Duck ran back and stood beside the person that had been walking with him. They seemed to be completely lost in the simple joy of letting snowflakes fall on their tongue. A small smile was on their lips as a snowflake right on the tip of it.

“This is Oakley, my paramour!” Duck grinned brightly as his pinky wrapped around Oakley’s once more. Prisha’s eyes grew large at that word while Kenny gave a tired groan.

“Son, you could use another word,” Kenny looked over at Duck who shrugged.

“It works for us,”

“But you’re referring to Oakley as your illicit partner. Do you see the issue with that?” Prisha looked at her friend who brushed it off.

“It would be an issue if someone else used it like that but this is different. Anyways, wanna say hi, Knox?”

Oakley stopped in their task for a second then moved their eyes to look at the group. “Hi,” Without another word they soon returned their attention to the sky. Duck didn’t seem to mind though and instead began to get everyone’s names. Soon it was his turn to share old tales involving Prisha: how they would pretend to be heroes around the station and such until one day she had left for Chicago and the two hadn’t really kept in contact until now.

After a while Kenny cleared his throat. “Well, we should be getting out of your hair,” Kenny patted Duck’s back to make sure he got the message too.

“Alright. See you later, Prisha!” Duck gave one final wave then walked off, happily talking with Oakley who listened as they intertwined their fingers. The group watched them for a minute longer before continuing down the path and picking up the conversation that they were having prior to the Sheriff showing up.

Prisha glanced at her phone for a moment. She had some time to kill before she had to start on assignments. Her thumb instantly wandered over towards the Discord app logo and with a quick tap she opened it. As luck would have it the channel she had last been on had begun to pick up with a brand new conversation after Brody and Ruby had finished up their tea talk.

Sing-us-a-song: Wee woo wee woo

BREAKING NEWS

Violet just told me that im her beast friend

Best

Best friend

OrangeuGlad: Congrats!

Bro: wait

Aasim: You are already best friends

Bro: Aren’t you already best friends?

Yeah

Sing-us-a-song: Its official now

Best friends :3

Knife2meetU: Louis

Stop sharing stuff from our private convos in DMs

Sing-us-a-song: Oop

Sorry bestie <3

Knife2meetU: No heart

Sing-us-a-song: Sorry bestie!

Knife2meetU: And no bestie

You’re this close to losing your best friend rights

Sing-us-a-song: Are you sure? Smirk face

There’s no take backs

Knife2meetU: Wanna bet?

Sing-us-a-song: Vi waig

Wait

We’re Bffs!

Thats forever

Prisha watched the conversation continue with amusement when all of a sudden her attention was drawn away from the chat and towards the door. Therissa walked in with a tired groan. Her feet dragged on the floor before she fell onto the couch.

“If I committed murder, would you represent me and get me off scot-free?” Therissa looked over at her roommate with a tired smile. A few strands of her dark brown curly hair fell over her face, covering her eyes.

“Oh? What got you so heated? You’re usually fairly level-headed,” Prisha placed down her phone and walked towards the kitchen area to start some tea.

“I am, but this professor is a total ass. First he praises my writing in his Creative Writing 103 class saying that it’s great but then when the second semester starts and I take Creative Writing 205 then he basically starts telling me it's shit now. It makes no sense and he keeps acting snarky and pissy with me. So now on Valentine’s Day I have a day full of classes, work and a writing tutor because I need to pass this class,” Therissa groaned and sat up when Prisha walked over with two cups of tea.

“Would you want my help on any homework?” Prisha smiled at her friend who accepted the tea gratefully.

Therissa took a long sip before answering. “No, you’re super busy as is. You’re always studying and when you’re not in class you’re rushing around everywhere. I’m surprised you haven’t been passing out recently.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” Prisha’s expression was hidden behind the cup as she took a sip of tea.

“Wasn’t a compliment. I’m trying to point out that you push yourself too much. It’s a good thing Valentine’s Day is the day after tomorrow. Maybe you can finally relax for a day with your girlfriend. Speaking of which, you better have a nice outfit that you're wearing for the date.”

“I am!” Prisha smiled brightly. “In fact, after this tea I can show you it!”

Therissa returned the smile. “Good, then after Valentine’s Day we can return to plotting murder.”

“Sounds good to me.” Prisha took another sip and soon she got caught up in a conversation with Therissa.

“Shit, fuck, shit on the- fuck!” Violet ran over to the heart-shaped bowl that was over a simmering pot of water. The bowl was starting to slip due to the condensation from the heat and the fact that it had been placed poorly over the pot. Luckily Violet had caught it before most of the contents fell into the water. Violet gave a frustrated groan that turned into a hiss when her fingers brushed against the hot metal of the pot. Jerking her hand back, Violet ended up spilling the rest of the chocolate into the water. “Fuck, no!”

“Violet! Are you alright?” Prisha walked forward, the concern clear in her eyes when she saw Violet clutching her hand.

“I’m fine,” Violet could see that Prisha didn’t believe her. Silently Prisha guided Violet over towards the sink and started to run cold water over her fingers. Violet stared at the water for a moment then up at her girlfriend. “This was a fucking stupid injury,”

“It wasn’t. You were just trying to save the chocolate. It’s a shame that you got hurt in the process though,” Prisha noticed Violet’s face fall. “Don’t worry, I’ll help patch up your fingers and you can give the process of making chocolate one more go.”

“I don’t know. I fucking suck at it,” Violet mumbled, her eyes sad until she felt a kiss being pressed to her cheek.

“I beg to differ.” Prisha smiled lovingly at Violet who returned to look until Clementine’s voice drew both of their attention away from each other.

“Why does it look like there’s a pile of shit in the pot?”

“Oh horsefeathers! Did we lose another batch?” Ruby bustled over and huffed with annoyance as she began to clean up the mess.

“Sorry,” Violet’s quiet voice made Ruby glance over, her eyes softening.

“Aww, Sug, don’t worry about it. Luckily Brody had been as worried as ever and overbought on supplies,” Ruby nodded over to Brody who was working on preparing another batch.

“Seems like my anxiousness paid off this time,” Brody smiled at her friends then looked down at the ingredients that would soon make milk chocolate. “Do you think Mitch and the others will like this?” “Are you kidding? Of course they will! Louis is a sucker for sweets and so is Mitch,” Clementine placed a hand on Brody’s shoulder and gave a smile.

“Aasim loves all things romance and besides two of the people that are getting chocolates are with us and both of them have been all worried about making the perfect chocolate,” Ruby sent a teasing look over to Prisha and Violet.

“Well, ‘perfect’ is a strong word. I just want to make good chocolates for Violet,” Prisha messed with her braid for a moment.

“Yeah, what's wrong with not wanting to fuck up?” Violet crossed her arms and looked over at Ruby.

“I don’t think Ruby said it was bad, just sweet,” Brody gave another smile then took a deep breath. “Now let's kick this chocolates’ ass and surprise the guys!”

Clementine and Ruby cheered at that and soon all the girls were working on chocolate once more. It took a few more tries but soon the chocolate was being poured into the molds. After being placed in the fridge for twenty to thirty minutes the chocolates were done and the girls moved to the next step. Each of them worked to put the chocolates into little homemade heart boxes that Brody and Ruby had spent the night before making.

Violet swore under her breath while she worked on her box; Brody seemed to be in no better a boat. Meanwhile Ruby and Prisha had mastered putting together boxes of chocolates. Both of them were tying picture perfect bows on the boxes to seal them. Prisha hummed a happy tune to herself as she finished the final touches. But as soon as the others noticed that she was singing she quieted down. Lastly Clementine gave it her best effort and got a middle of the road result; she didn’t seem to care though. She knew that Louis would love it. Just as that thought had finished a knock came on her front door. Brushing her hands on her pants, Clementine walked forward. Her eyes grew large when she spotted Louis, Mitch and Aasim at the door. “Louis! What are you doing here?”

Clementine’s exclamation made the other girls poke their heads out of the kitchen to see the boys standing in the doorway. Each of them had a clip-on bow tie and a rose in their hands.

“Hello, my darling,” Louis leaned forward and planted a kiss on Clementine’s cheek. “We are here for our early Valentine’s Day surprise!” Louis grinned back at Mitch and Aasim. Mitch felt like his nerves were all over the place as he pulled on his shirt collar. Meanwhile Aasim seemed to be practicing something in his mind, his eyes focused elsewhere. Louis quickly snapped his friends out of their mindset and led the way inside. “We are here to serenade our lovely girlfriends with a barbershop quartet!”

“But isn’t a quartet made of four singers?” Brody walked forward, leading the way for the girls who all filed out to see what song the boys were about to sing.

“Right you are, Bro! Prisha, mind switching sides and completing our quartet?” Louis smiled over to his music confidant.

“I’d love nothing more,” Prisha smiled confidently as she walked forward and accepted a clip-on bowtie and rose.

Louis quickly gathered the three others and played a note for them all to be the same key. Soon the four of them began to sing Just in Time by Frank Sinatra. It was an older song that Violet was sure Prisha had pushed to be the choice for today.

“Just in time, I found you just in time

Before you came, my time was runnin' low

I was lost, the losing dice were tossed

My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go,”

The four of them sang, each of them using their natural singing octave. Prisha and Louis were by far the best singers while Aasim wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination. That left Mitch in last place who clearly couldn’t sing as well as the others but that didn’t stop him from powering through and singing loudly.

“Now you're here and now I know just where I'm goin'

No more doubt or fear, I found my way

For love came just in time

You found me just in time

And changed my lonely life that lovely day,”

The four walked forward towards Violet, Ruby, Brody and Clementine. Each of them looked at their girlfriends with loving smiles. Even though the song wasn’t sung the strongest, the girls could tell that Prisha and the boys were pouring their hearts into the performance despite it being obvious for some this whole thing was overwhelming.

“Now you are here and now I know just where I'm goin'

No more doubt or fear, 'cause I've found my way

For love came just in time

You found me just in time

And changed my lonely life that lovely

Lonely life that lovely

Lonely life that lovely day,”

As the four hit the final note they held out their roses to their respective girlfriends. Louis gave a playful wink Clementine’s way as she accepted the rose before all of his confidence melted away into dorky happiness when Clementine stole a quick kiss. Ruby accepted the rose, her rosy cheeks growing rosier as she got on her tiptoes and showered Aasim with quick, soft kisses. Meanwhile both Brody and Mitch were blushing messes as Brody took the rose and gave Mitch a compliment that made him even more flustered. Both of them tried to find the right words as they held each other’s hands. Soon they each decided it was better to just let their actions speak louder than their words and shared a strong kiss. Lastly, Violet took the rose and knew that her face was as red as the flower.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the quartet,” Prisha smiled at Violet who gave a short nod. The two were silent for a moment before Violet snuck a kiss. The romantic action made Prisha freeze in place for a moment.

“Oh!” Ruby’s voice made everyone look over at her. “We should give the chocolates!”

“Chocolates?” Louis’ eyes danced with excitement at those words and it only grew as Clementine disappeared and reappeared with a box of chocolates.

Soon all of the chocolates had been exchanged to which all of its recipients were extremely happy. Mitch wrapped his arms around Brody from behind and pressed a kiss to her cheek before he grew almost as overwhelmed as Brody by the action. Aasim was happily talking about how much he appreciated Ruby and all the thought she had put in this early Valentine’s Day surprise. Ruby blushed and quickly told him that he had been just as thoughtful if not more. Violet watched nervously as Prisha took a bite of the chocolate and was relieved when Prisha’s eyes sparkled with happiness. Clementine watched her friends for a moment then looked back over at Louis who was gushing about how lucky he was to have a girlfriend like Clementine, especially on Valentine’s Day. Clementine smiled softly and held onto Louis’ hands.

These Valentine celebrations were already going great and it wasn’t even the holiday yet. All of them had knocked it out of the park so far and after hearing the plans for the others Valentine Day dates Clementine was sure tomorrow would be a fantastic day for all of them.

Clementine’s eyes wandered over the map of Ericson University one last time. She had to be sure that there were no rifts opening up. If one appeared while she was busy getting lost in the joy of a date… It couldn’t happen. Luckily when she checked it for the sixteenth time it was the same as it always was. Blank and void of any shimmering blue or red dots. Clementine gave a shaky sigh of relief and tucked it away in her winter coat. Lee and Carley had already headed out, both of them looking giddy at the thought of starting their Valentine’s Day date. Soon after they had left, a babysitter showed up for AJ who was waiting to work on his second Valentine’s card that he wanted to give to Telulah as soon as he could. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for Louis so that he could say hi before him and Clementine headed out. A few minutes passed of awkward silence and of the babysitter wanting to get AJ to focus on games instead of staring at the door when a knock appeared. Jogging forward, Clementine opened the door and found her boyfriend smiling brightly at her, in his hands a dozen roses.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my darling!” Louis leaned forward and captured Clementine’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Clementine reached out and took one of Louis’ hands in hers.

“Are you ready for a magical carriage ride?” Louis smiled at Clementine who gave a short nod.

“Yep,” Clementine glanced back at AJ. “Okay, we’re going to be heading out now,”

“Wait!” AJ scampered forward and skidded to a halt in front of the pair. “You better keep her safe!”

“Will do, little dude!” Louis gave a huge thumbs up at AJ who beamed.

“Oh! And get her back by curf- curvs-”

“Curfew,” Clementine helped her little brother who nodded firmly.

“Yeah! Curfew!”

“Of course! I will make sure Clem is back and safe by curfew. You have a gentleman’s promise,” Louis noticed the happy smile on AJ’s lips at his words.

“Good!” AJ placed his hands on his hips for a second then rushed forward and tackled Clementine with a hug before running back to get started on the fun.

Clementine and Louis shared a smile and quietly laughed as they walked out the door. Clementine looked over at Louis. He was wearing a long brown coat as well as a green scarf that seemed to only add to his adorable winter vibes.“You’re looking cute today,”

Clementine’s compliment made Louis look over with a dorky smile. “Why, thank you! I picked it out myself. Well, that's not entirely true. Marlon helped me pick out this scarf,”

“Well then both of you did a good job picking out your outfit,” Clementine smiled when she saw how happy those words made Louis.

“Awww thanks, but I don’t look half as cute as you,” Louis swung their joined hands then nodded over towards Clementine's outfit. It was a dark blue sweater covered by a black winter jacket that all complemented her fuzzy blue winter hat.

Clementine blushed lightly at the compliment. “Thanks,” She quickly leaned over and pressed a kiss to Louis’ cheek. The two walked happily towards the location of the horse-drawn carriage, sharing as many kiss as they could surprise the other with until they reached the spot.

“M’lady,” Louis held out his hand with a warm smile. Clementine returned the smile and took his hand as he guided her up the steps of the carriage. Soon he was right beside her, immediately handing over the dozen roses. “Are you ready for a romantic carriage ride?” “I was born ready,” Clementine gave a playful smile that made Louis’ nose crinkle with amusement. Sharing one more kiss, Louis gave the signal and the carriage driver flicked the reins, causing the horses to snort before moving forward in a slow trot. Clementine scooted closer and wrapped her arm around Louis’ waist. Louis’ face grew warm and he gently kissed Clementine’s forehead then pulled her closer. Nuzzling his face against the top of her head, he slowly leaned his head against hers and the two took in the beauty of the snow-covered world around them. Both of them commented here and there about how lovely the park was as the carriage moved forward. After a few moments Louis began to hum a tune that Clementine couldn’t place for a moment. It took her a few seconds to pick up what he was singing.

“Are you humming Jingle Bells? After Christmas?” Clementine looked up at her boyfriend with a smile.

“Yes, I am, and there is nothing wrong with that,” Louis grinned down at Clementine and stole a kiss before continuing to hum. Soon his warm tune was joined by a softer voice. Louis glanced down to see that Clementine was joining him in humming. The two began to hum some more then quickly proceeded to sing the song out loud along with any other song that their hearts desired. Both of them looked at each other with joyful, soft smiles. This really was a magical carriage ride.

Ruby stood in front of the mirror and turned this way and that, causing her red dress to sway. Her brows furrowed for a moment before she looked back at Brody who was busy pacing.

“Brody, do you think my dress looks alright?”

Ruby’s voice snapped Brody out of her thoughts and she glanced up. “What? Are you kidding? Aasim is going to lose his mind when he sees you!” Brody stopped her pacing and gave a warm smile to her best friend.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I’m getting into my own head.” Ruby looked back at the mirror. “Just like you are about your date with Mitch,”

Those words made Brody’s eyes grow large before falling. “It’s stupid. I was so busy the last few days that I didn’t even talk to Mitch about changing our Valentine’s Day plans. It's too late to change them now and besides, he sang for me yesterday which was a really nice surprise.”

“Brody, I don’t think you need to worry your head about this. I’m sure you’ll have a grand time with Mitch,” Ruby looked back at Brody through the mirror, a playful knowingness in her eyes. The sight of that confused Brody and she wanted to ask about it when suddenly a knock on the dorm room door appeared.

“Oh, that must be him!” Ruby bustled over and opened the door, revealing Aasim who was decked out in a suit with a red tie. Tucked in his left hand there looked to be a piece of love poetry based on the seal and the red bow around it.

“Hello, my dove,” Aasim leaned down and gently kissed Ruby. Ruby instantly cupped his face and deepened the kiss before giving two more quick ones.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Pookie,” Ruby took Aasim’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you ready to go to the tea shop?”

“I sure am! I heard the tea there is divine!” Ruby smiled up at her boyfriend then glanced back at Brody. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” Brody gave a quick wave and after Aasim helped Ruby get on her coat the two disappeared down the hall.

The pair walked in serene silence for a bit, enjoying the winter wonderland that their campus had turned into. They shared small kisses here and there as they walked, placing them on each other’s wrists and hands. Ruby’s rosy red cheeks turned even brighter in the cold of winter which made Aasim’s heart pitter patter happily.

Soon the two had arrived at Sarita’s Tea Shop where the owner welcomed them with a friendly smile. A large man stood beside the owner who they learned went by the name Tripp. He gave a quick kiss to Sarita before guiding Aasim and Ruby to their table. After placing their orders, Aasim and Ruby immediately held each other’s hands.

Aasim looked at Ruby with such tender love as he placed kiss after kiss on her hands. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that I found you. In fact, I tried my best to put into words my feelings for you,” Aasim slipped one of his hands free and held out the love poetry.

“Why, Aasim,” Ruby gently took the gift and slowly began to read it. Her eyes wandered from left to right, reading the words her boyfriend had so lovingly put on paper. With each sentence her heart grew warmer and warmer until she had finished reading. Silently she placed down the paper and leaned forward across the table, kissing Aasim softly. Aasim’s eyes widened for a moment then closed as he deepened the kiss. After a moment the two pulled apart and shared a soft look.

“I’m happy I found you too,”

The two smiled at each other, holding each other’s hands until the tea was brought forward along with the pastries. Tripp silently poured the hot water over a rose blossom in a clear teapot. Slowly the rose bursted open, blossoming and flavoring the tea. Ruby and Aasim stared in awe then shared another smile. This was turning into a truly unforgettable Valentine’s Day.

Brody sat on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Ruby had left a while ago and based on the haphazard text she got from Mitch he was nearly here. It wouldn’t be bad cuddling and watching a movie together. Feeling Mitch’s arms around her, stolen kisses.. Brody covered her face with a pillow as she felt herself grow overwhelmed. Just as she was about to go on another spiral of thoughts, a knock showed up on the door.

Peeking out from behind the pillow Brody got up, quickly readjusting her t-shirt before walking over to answer the door. When she opened the door her eyes grew wide with surprise. There, standing in the doorway, was Mitch in an honest to goodness tux. The dark blue tie was sloppily placed and the suit was a bit too big on him.

Mitch pulled at the collar for a second before he noticed Brody. “Brodes! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Mitch’s voice boomed a bit too loudly as he thrusted out his arm which held a metal trident. Brody blinked in awe of the trident then took it. Slowly her eyes began to examine it. “I thought that a stronger weapon is never a bad thing so I made you one,” Mitch’s eyes were focused on the floor. “It’ll protect you way better than that prop one you had,”

“I love it,” Brody smiled up at Mitch who looked at her with shock then proceeded to pump his fist.

“Yes! Fuckin’ A! I actually didn’t fuck up on Valentine’s Day! Because look!” Mitch leaned over and picked up a soft yellow dress then held it out for Brody. “Ruby helped me pick it out because I’m shit at this sorta thing but you gotta dress up for our plans.”

“Plans?” Brody accepted the dress and held it close to her chest with a soft smile.

“Yeah, it took me fucking forever but I saved up enough money to take you to one of those fancy restaurants, one of those places where you have to dress fancy and shit,”

Mitch’s words made Brody’s mouth open slightly in surprise. She definitely wasn’t expecting this. Silently she placed down the items then got on her tiptoes and pulled Mitch into a kiss. Mitch instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Once they pulled apart the two stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’m gonna go get changed,”

“Okay, I’ll wait out in the hall,” Mitch whispered. Both of their faces were super red as they squeezed each other’s hands and let them slip free. Mitch waited out in the hall, kicking his foot impatiently as he leaned against the wall. After a few minutes Brody emerged from the room in the short, soft yellow dress. Mitch’s mouth hung open for a second.

“Well, do I look okay?” Brody did a small spin.

“You look fucking amazing!” Mitch walked forward and stole another kiss from Brody. Brody hummed at the touch of the kiss then pulled back, her face a bright red.

“Thanks, you look pretty amazing yourself,” Brody’s hands wandered forward and held onto Mitch’s tux for a second.

Mitch had a confident smile on his face. “I borrowed this tux from my dad and he helped me pick out this tie,” Mitch’s confidence radiated off of him as he displayed his outfit before it faltered when he noticed his tie’s placement looked like shit. Silently Brody helped fix his tie then intertwined her fingers with his. The two shared a quick smile then after locking the door headed out towards the restaurant.

Both of them felt extremely out of place at this fancy restaurant. It was way out of their normal price range.

“Why the fuck do they have two forks?” Mitch looked at the table placement with confusion as he and Brody waited for their steak dinners.

“I don’t know. Maybe it's in case you drop one?” Brody shrugged, unsure of her own answer. Mitch stared at the forks for a moment longer before a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Mitch, what are you thinking?”

Mitch was silent as he looked up at Brody before his elbow knocked off a fork. After a moment a waiter came forward and replaced his fork. Brody sighed which only made Mitch’s smile grow.

“Come on, Brodes, y’know you love me,” Mitch’s smug smile faded in an instant when he realized what he had just said. The two shared a look, both extremely red once more before looking away.

Brody was silent for a minute then answered. “Yeah, I do.”

Her answer made Mitch drop his glass of water directly on his crotch. “Fuck!”

“Mitch! Are you okay?” Brody pushed back her chair to check on her boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It just looks like I pissed my pants,” Mitch was silent for a moment, wondering if he should go for it. “I love you too,”

His answer shocked Brody who in her surprise knocked over a plate which slammed onto Mitch’s toe. This date was absolute chaos but both of them seemed focused on the positives of the moment, chaos and all.

Violet hopped up onto the back of her old, beat up, blue pickup truck, parked in the same spot that Violet had taken Prisha all those months ago on their first date together. Her hands worked to place the last few pillows in place before double checking that all the fake candles were on. After frantically checking once more Violet got off the truck and walked towards the door. Opening it, she saw that Prisha still had her eyes closed.

“Okay, it's ready. Here, take my hand,” Violet instructed and Prisha immediately held out her hand which Violet grasped. Silently she led the way towards the back of the pickup truck. After getting Prisha in the right spot, Violet took a few steps back beside the truck.”Okay, open your eyes.”

Prisha’s eyes slowly fluttered open before growing large in awe. The back of the pickup truck was covered in blankets and pillows. Along the edges of the truck were fake candles as well as two vases filled with violets, baby’s breath and forget me nots.

“I did my best to make it like our first date but, y’know, better,” Violet awkwardly scratched the back of her neck then hid her hands away in her front hoodie pocket.

“It's absolutely beautiful! Violet,” Prisha’s voice hitched in her throat and she ran forward, cupping Violet’s face and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Violet’s eyes grew large at the romantic gesture for a moment then she deepened the kiss. Prisha pulled back and looked lovingly into Violet’s eyes. “I love it.” “I’m glad,” Violet smiled at her girlfriend then intertwined her fingers with Prisha’s. “So, ready to stargaze?”

“Of course!” Prisha returned the smile, kissing Violet’s nose quickly before getting up on the back of the pickup truck with her. The two worked together to get under the blankets and snuggled close. Both of them soon became lost in the beauty of the sky when all of a sudden Prisha reached out and held onto Violet’s hand once more. Violet gave a soft laugh at that which confused Prisha as she looked over at her girlfriend. “What?”

“Nothing. It's just on our first date neither of us was even sure if it was one and we both kept accidentally dodging each other’s hands,” Violet’s eyes traveled over to Prisha’s. “I’m really glad that you held my hand that night,”

“I am too. I can't even express how much you’ve grown to mean to me, Violet. How deeply I care about you, how much I love you,” Prisha turned her body so that she was closer to Violet. Her eyes soon became lost in Violet’s.

“Me neither. To think I’d find someone like you,” Violet whispered and moved closer. “I’m really fucking lucky. So, thanks for choosing me,”

Prisha’s smile grew and she gave Violet a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t choose anyone else. I love you,”

“I love you too,” Violet snuggled up closer to Prisha and soon the two repositioned themselves. Violet’s head gently rested on Prisha’s shoulder as Prisha’s arms wrapped around Violet. The couple’s gaze slowly returned up to the starry sky. Violet snuck a quick glance at Prisha then looked up at the sky once more. Being here with her and the stars that shone brightly in the sky, in that moment Violet needed nothing more.

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The Sweetest Taste

AU Ice Cream Shop Featuring Cake for the 5sos fic event sponsored by @maluminspace and @h0tsos

Word Count: 5,979 (I’m a long winded bitch, oops)

CW: this is smut so 18+, NSFW etc. M/M and M/F oral as well as sexual situations and strong language from the outset and throughout.

Special thanks to @adoring-lrh for helping me edit this monstrosity.

Event Masterlist

"I'm so bored," Calum complained, leaning back against the counter.

"Me too, but I have to train you how to close so you're not leaving early," you told him but you were just as bored as him.

Your parents had recently expanded the family business by opening up a second Cali-Cone Dream location in the touristy "historic district" downtown. Your dad's grandparents started the ice cream shop after moving to California from Missouri after World War 2. They'd invested their life savings in the shop and helped build the boardwalk. You’d grown up in this shop, and since it was early in the season and still slow, it was up to you to train the new hires. It was a pain in the ass, but at least your parents weren't breathing down your neck.

"If you keep complaining I'll make you clean the freezer. You'll have shrinkage for a week," you teased him.

"Like you wouldn't find a way to fix that," he shot back, wiggling his dark eyebrows at you.

Calum was the only new hire you liked. Jeremy was a kiss ass to your parents, Rico was boring, and Amanda was dumber than a bag of hammers. The smartest thing to come out of that girl's mouth was her boyfriend's dick. You'd already told your Mom it wasn't going to work out when you'd asked her to cut lemons for tea and she came back with oranges. Calum, however, was funny, a quick learner, and great with customers, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

"How is it only 3 o clock? Can we play cards or something? If I stand here much longer I'm gonna keep eating ice cream, and this is supposed to be my hot girl summer," he pouted before giving you a saucy wink. He was a total flirt and you weren't complaining. Three weeks ago he'd barely said a word, but you two had become fast friends and he'd really come out of his shell.

"I don't think you have to worry about that," you laughed.

The dark blue, slightly too tight, uniform t-shirt accentuated his bulging biceps, broad chest, and golden brown tan. The Cali-Cone slogan, "The Thrill of the Taste" scrawled across his back in bright red letters kept giving you dirty thoughts.

"We could close early, maybe show me another of your secret spots." Calum leaned towards you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

A week ago you'd gotten tired of him whining that there was nothing to do now that the college bars were dead since most students went home for the summer. You'd taken him out with you after you closed up shop. You'd avoided the popular rowdy country bar, and the dark thumping underground hip hop club, choosing instead to head for the beach. You took him to a spot under the boardwalk past the large boulders known as "The Breakers" where the local police patrols usually stopped.

You brought your beach bag and a popup tent you could both lounge in so bugs wouldn't eat you alive. He'd managed to sweet talk a bottle of wine out of his landlady, who knew he was only 20. It wasn't very strong, but it made you giggly and warm. Perhaps Calum lounging next to you on the blanket had something to do with that. After a few rosé flavored kisses his hands began to wander, and you had to put an end to it. Calum started to apologize, but you told him that the only reason you stopped was that your cycle hadn’t ended yet.

After that, Calum laid back on the blanket and began to talk.

He told you he was in his second year studying music composition and theory at the Strozzi Conservatory. He'd recently broken up with his high school sweetheart, and it had been painful. As a result Cal decided to not go home for the summer, deciding instead to take a workshop on-campus teaching local teens. He was a bit lonely but looking forward to the tourist season.

"This is the first time I've had time to myself where I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks about me or what I do," he told you, taking a gulp before handing you the wine to finish off. You were sitting up and he was laying across your outstretched legs looking up at you.

"Ooh the wild college years," you laughed. You had seen many sheltered middle-class suburban kids get the first taste of freedom away from their helicopter parents and lose their minds. "If you're trying to get fucked up don't buy anything on the boardwalk. I've got a friend so at least you know it's clean."

"Nah not like that, but good to know." Calum took a deep breath, looked up at you, and then away. The shadows from the small camp lantern made him look mysterious and brooding. "Can I tell you something? I feel like I can trust you." His voice was soft and he rolled on his side concentrating on tracing lines along the skin on your legs.

"You can tell me anything," you assured him.

"I want to--uh I guess experiment with different sorts of types of experiences with something new. I mean, obviously new. What I mean is, not what you'd expect maybe. Shit!" Calum rubbed his eyes and you held back a smile. "What I'm trying to say is that," he paused again.

"Calum, are you into guys?" You ask, not wanting to rush, but you were running out of time. You only had about half an hour before the tide would start coming in and you had to leave.

"Is it obvious?" He asked, his eyes wide.

"Nope, I wouldn't have guessed at all, but I've had this conversation with a friend before. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, but we have to leave here in a bit." You checked your phone.

“So that’s it?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s not that serious. Tell me who you’re scoping out and I’ll let you know what’s up. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun as well,” you told him.

He looked so relieved, and you could only imagine what it took for him to tell you that.

Calum sat up and you started rolling up the blanket. You packed up your beach bag and Calum held the lantern as you twisted and folded the tent in three quick fluid motions before sliding it into its bag.

"How did you do that so quickly in the dark?" Calum looked impressed.

"Practice, now come on, follow me, watch your step. It's slippery," you cautioned him.

It had gotten chilly and you were both shivering as you ran back to your car.

"You won't tell anyone at work will you? I know it's not a big deal but I don't want everyone in my business." Calum bit his lip and you could tell he was questioning his decision.

"Dude you're fine, but what made you decide to tell me?" The question slipped out before you realized it.

He looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was hoping maybe you could help me out. I don't know how to read people and I don't want to make an idiot out of myself."

"Of course," you replied, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Did you have anyone in mind?”

“Well there’s this lifeguard. He’s blonde and has a bird tattoo on his arm,” Calum told you.

You cringed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “Sorry sweetie,” you replied, “ that’s Cody and he’s not only straight, he’s a complete jackass.”

Calum slumped and looked defeated. “Don’t worry sweetie,” you reassured him. “The summer is just getting started”

A clap of thunder pulled you from your daydream. If it was going to rain there was no chance business would pick up. You glanced over at Calum perched on the stool behind the cash register playing on his phone. His dark curls were falling across his forehead and your fingers itched to play with his hair. Being bored and horny was never fun and you were willing to bet Calum could take care of both. As if he could read your mind Cal looked up and caught your eye. The smirk that spread across his face let you know you were being too obvious, but you didn't care.

"If you keep looking at me like that I might forget I'm on the clock," Calum licked his lips and looked you over. "You're lucky there are cameras."

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind? It just so happens I know all the spots the cameras can't see," you raise your eyebrows at him, challenging him to take it further.

The loud jingle of the bells hanging from the door startled both of you. You look up to see a familiar figure ducking through the door just before the sky opened up and began pouring rain.

"What's up Luke? Since when are you afraid to get wet," you teased the tall blonde walking towards the counter. You'd known Luke Hemmings for years, his dad was on the city council with yours and his mom taught sixth grade. He'd been a year ahead of you in school, and you'd both played varsity basketball in high school. He'd dated several of your friends, and before that, your older sister had a tumultuous relationship with his brother Ben several years back.

"Maybe I'm sick of the pool and want my old job back," Luke shot back. He'd worked three summers scooping ice cream next to you until he turned 18 and could work as a lifeguard on the beach.

"Sorry, dollface, I've managed to replace you, I even found someone better looking," you replied.

The Hemmings brothers were gorgeous and always had girls falling at their feet, but you'd never been that impressed. Not that it stopped y'all from hooking up on occasion, including once in the walk-in cooler after closing the summer before your senior year. It was a small town and you'd dated, hated, or hooked up with most of the guys your age. Luke's history was more extensive than yours. He'd not only hooked up with you and many of your female friends, but you'd kissed many of the same boys.

He looked from you to Calum who was standing to your right suddenly engrossed in the patterns on the tile floor. You could see the flush on his cheeks and his leg was jiggling nervously. Luke looked Calum up and down, his blue eyes lingering on the younger man before shooting you an approving grin.

"I see you found a college boy. Can't say I blame you, much better looking than that ginger from last year," Luke snickered.

"I'm gonna go check the cooler," Calum told you, barely audibly before ducking in the back.

You looked at Luke who was as confused as you were before excusing yourself to follow Calum.

You barely made it around the corner before Calum popped out at you nearly scaring you to death.

"What the hell," you squealed as he pulled you into the freezer.

"That's the guy I was telling you about," he hissed as the door shut behind you.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember when you drove me home the other night? You asked if I had anyone in mind so you could find out which team they played for," his voice was a panicked whisper, and his dark eyes were wide as saucers.

Then it clicked. "You were talking about Luke?" I asked, my voice louder than I meant for it to be.

"Why are you yelling? Yes, obviously that's him, except you told me his name was Dylan."

"You said tall, curly hair, with a bird tattooed on his arm. Luke doesn't have any tattoos, his mom

hates them," I replied, but doubted myself now. I hadn't seen Luke in ages, he'd always been a spoiled Mama's boy and maybe Liz finally caved.

"That tall drink of water has a hummingbird tattooed on his arm, but that's not important right now. Have y'all hooked up?" You nodded and Calum scowled. "Figures he would be straight," he sighed.

Your brain finally caught up to the situation at hand, and you had an idea.

"Listen to me Calum, you're gonna wait on him. Offer him a strawberry waffle cone, it's his favorite," you pushed him out of the cooler and back towards the front.

You popped your head around the corner and whistled making Luke look up from his phone. "I'll be out in a second. I keep telling Dad this freezer needs replaced, have one on the house, but try not to scare off my new employee please," you shoot him a stern look as Calum came around the corner behind you.

"I'll try not to bite, but I make no promises," Luke laughed before turning his attention to Calum.

You moved just out of their sight, but still within earshot to see if your little plan worked.

"So uh, yeah, the boss said you could have a free waffle cone. She said you like strawberry ice cream," Calum started out a squeak but he cleared his throat and continued, in a deep rough tone that gave you the shivers.

"Did she now?" Luke's voice dripped honey and you could hear him smiling. "I'm surprised she remembered, but she's good like that."

"That's why she's the boss," Calum was cautious, and you stifled a laugh. "Have y'all known each other long? Are you close?"

"Oh we know each other very well, and we've been close, very close sometimes. She's easy to talk to, I'm sure you know how it is," Luke answered and you had to put your hand over your mouth to hold back a laugh. You'd recognize that syrupy flirtatious tone anywhere, it was obvious Luke was seducing your new employee. You peeked around the counter to see Calum handing Luke his ice cream cone. A double scoop, perfectly dipped, pink and creamy, just barely starting to drip around the edge you watched Luke begin to lap it up while keeping his eyes on Calum.

The power flickered as Luke leaned back against one of the tables in the dining area, half sitting half standing, his long legs crossed at the ankle. He was wearing the black swim trunks trimmed in bright red every lifeguard wore on duty and a thin white reflective windbreaker unzipped almost all the way to his waist revealing his broad bare chest. You could see Calum fidgeting nervously with the ice cream scoop while trying not to stare. Luke was not making that easy, his lips and tongue working obscenely in a way that was starting to make you horny, and you knew what he was doing and why. Poor Calum didn't stand a chance. It didn't help that he'd worn basketball shorts to work and the clingy fabric made his arousal obvious even where you were standing.

You stepped back trying to figure out your next step. Your intention had been to introduce Luke and Calum but watching them together made your thoughts wander places they shouldn't. The rain was really coming down, sheeting the windows and sounding like pebbles being hurled against the roof. Daylight had turned dark as the storm really kicked up. You could hear the guys talking as you checked the weather on your phone. You were stuck here at least another 30 minutes as a big blob of red on the radar moved through your area.

"She said I dare you to kiss the person on either side of you, and I didn't know if I wanted to kill her or kiss her." You heard Luke's voice and realized you'd zoned out and you headed back towards the front.

You stepped through the swinging doors just in time to hear Calum ask, "why was that?"

"Because the girl to his left was my friend who was absolutely gagging for Luke's cock," you answered as Calum jumped and Luke laughed.

"What was her name? Crystal? Kristen?" Luke bit the tip of the waffle cone off and sucked the remainder of the ice cream out of the bottom, glancing at you before his eyes returned to Calum.

"Kirsten, you did end up sleeping with her, " you reminded him. "Tell him who was on the other side."

Luke licked his lips and grinned. "Keeeerstin, that's right, and that 4th of July we all did crazy things if I remember correctly. To my right however was the hottest soccer player in school who I'd had a crush on for ages."

Calum nodded and Luke's gaze flickered your way once again, his blue eyes bright and mischievous, before he continued, "I was freaking out when we kissed but then he ended up taking me back to his house and we fooled around on his sister's swing set."

You laughed along with Luke as you watched Calum realize what Luke said. His head snapped up, blinking rapidly and his mouth opened and closed refusing to find words before you saw him look at you, then Luke, and then back to you as everything clicked into place.

"Is that what strawberry ice cream meant? Were you setting me up?" Calum asked.

"Not a setup, but wanted to see if Luke remembered the code. Turns out there's not as dumb as he looks," you walked up to Calum stopping just inches from his chest looking up at him. "And you did say you were bored."

"What did you have in mind?" He raised his eyebrows at you, still unable to look at Luke.

“I mean, Luke likes strawberry ice cream, and so do you. I doubt we’re going to have many customers with this rain,” you told him.

“They closed down the beach because of lightning so no one is coming out,” Luke chimed in.

“That’s what I was thinking, so it sounds to me like the three of us have some time on our hands,” you replied. You looked at Calum and he nodded but his eyes burned into you.

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” he asked apparently reading your thoughts.

“I can handle anything,” you puffed your chest out and heard Luke snicker, but you didn’t dare take your eyes off Calum.

“I’m down if y’all are,” he challenged, finally looking at Luke.

Am I really going to do this? Your thoughts were racing and your heart was pounding as hard as the rain. CAMERAS you thought before remembering you'd been the one who updated the security system and there was a workaround.

Thunder crashed so loudly you felt it shake your bones. No one would come around today, and it made no sense to stay open or send Luke home in this storm.

"Calum, go make sure the back door is locked, Luke if you could flip the bolt and get the blinds," you told them before you ran back into the office where money was counted. Behind the desk was the breaker box and you flipped the switch that shut off the security cameras and half the lights.

You poked your head out at Luke and motioned for him to follow you towards the back. You bumped into Calum as he came back towards the front.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"Break room, even with this storm I'm worried about someone peeking in," you reply.

"Really?" Calum was skeptical.

"Around here you never know," Luke told him.

You flipped the light switch, but only two bulbs lit up casting the room in soft blue light with long shadows.

"So I hear you got a tattoo, Hemmings," you said, trying to break the ice. Calum looked even more nervous than you felt, and you silently asked Luke to take charge.

He winked at you unzipping his jacket and shrugging it off his shoulders. You noticed he was still lean and lanky but he'd definitely filled out, added some muscle definition. Sure enough, there on his right bicep was a small hummingbird.

"I can't believe Liz finally caved," you teased.

"Honestly I just went and did it, and then dealt with the consequences. She's still mad, but nothing I can't handle," he replied. Luke looked over towards Calum. "You have way more than I ever will, can I see them?"

Calum nodded and came up beside you. He started off nervous, but as he explained his tattoos starting with his parents’ initials on his hands, working up past his wrists, to the lovely bird with his sister's name, he explained when and where he'd gotten them. Some, like the thistle on his left bicep, had special meaning relating to friends and family. While others, like the spade and the horseshoe, were aesthetic choices.

"Is that it?" Luke raised his eyebrows and bit his lip.

"Nope," Calum smirked, warming to the other's man's attention. He reached behind his neck and in one swift motion pulled his shirt off over his head. You felt your pulse quicken and heard Luke suck in his breath next to you. Calum was brawnier, broad-chested with black ink on brown skin. Without realizing it you reached out to touch him, trailing a fingertip along what looked like a feather etched underneath his collarbone.

"What's this?" You asked, feeling your insides quiver when he turned his brown eyes towards you.

"It's a silver fern, my mom's Maori from New Zealand," Calum's voice was a sultry whisper.

"And this?" Your fingers slide down to the "Choose Life" on his chest.

"It's from Trainspotting and- OH," Calum moaned as you absentmindedly tugged his nipple.

"Do that again," Luke told you, his hand sliding down over his dick now a bulge in his black and red lifeguard trunks.

You tugged, harder this time, and were rewarded with a sound somewhere between a moan and a hiss. Calum licked his lips before his mouth hung slightly open as your fingers traveled to the other one, repeating the motion. Both men moaned in response and Calum noticed Luke palming himself through his shorts.

"Enjoying the show?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Oh my God yes," Luke responded, squeezing his cock slightly. "All I can think about is the two of you sucking me off."

"I'm down for that," you reply. "What do you say Cal."

Uncertainty crept into his expression and he paused, "I want to but I've never done that before."

"If you want I can show you," you offered, the idea had you excited like never before.

"Is that ok?" Calum asked.

Luke's blue eyes went wide. "Fuck yes, please," he whispered.

You untied the drawstring on Luke's shorts and tugged them down past his hips letting his long cock spring free. Rock hard and leaking as you wrapped your hand around the shaft, you could feel his body react to your touch. You stood on your tiptoes and playfully kissed his lips before you sank to your knees in front of him.

You looked up at Calum who was watching your intently, lips pursed in concentration.

"You know what you like so start there. Personally I like to tease a bit to start off," you tell him, flicking your tongue around the tip. "You wanna keep it wet and keep it moving. I think spitting is gross but if you gag a little it gets everything nice and sloppy." You took Luke's cock in your mouth getting it slick and shiny as you bobbed your head, taking him further down your throat each time until your nose was almost touching his belly.

"Oh shit," you heard Luke's growl above you as you came back up for air. You continued pumping him with your hand as you looked up at Calum.

"Come on, you try," you beckoned to him.

Calum was eager now, as he kneeled next to you, looked up at Luke, and wrapped his hand around your much smaller one as you stroked Luke's cock together.

"Oh God," Luke moaned, the sight almost sending him over the edge.

Calum leaned forward and brushed his lips against the taut skin before his tongue darted out to get his first taste. Luke's knees started to buckle and he leaned back against the break table which was inches behind his thighs. Calum hesitated, eyeing the table before glancing at you, but both you and Luke knew the table could easily hold his weight.

"It's fine, keep going," you pulled back and gave his arm a nudge.

"Are you sure? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do,” he replied.

"You're sucking a dick not disarming a bomb, just don't bite and you'll be fine," you told him with a giggle.

Calum swirled his tongue around the tip and you saw Luke grip the table's edge, his knuckles white. Calum began sucking, softly, and slowly before gaining confidence he built up a rhythm. Luke grunted, his eyes screwed shut and his chest heaved.

"Stop," he pleaded, "you're gonna make me cum too fast."

Calum pulled back with a pop. "I thought that was the point," he smirked up at the older man.

"God what I wouldn't give to let you both take turns riding me," Luke moaned, grasping his cock tightly, fighting for control.

"What's wrong Luke?" You reached up and ran your thumb along Calum's plump bottom lip. "His pretty mouth got you all excited. Thinking about how you're the first guy he's ever sucked off? About how lucky you are?

"You keep talking like that and you're gonna make me cum in my pants," Calum warned you.

"Not yet, I wanna help with that," Luke growled.

"We gotta finish you first," Calum grinned and got back to work. Luke cursed loudly as his cock disappeared down the other man's throat. Calum stopped and almost pulled back but kept going.

You looked up at Luke, he was staring down at the two of you with half-open eyes. You reached up and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle tug. That sent him over the edge.

"Oh shit I'm gonna come," Luke yelled, bucking his hips. Calum tried to swallow but he started coughing so he leaned back, cum dripping from his chin and splattering on his chest. You watched Luke fight to keep his eyes on Calum before they rolled back in his head as his knees shook and his breath escaped him in ragged gasps.

He sank to the floor next to the two of you watching as you pulled Calum in for a kiss tasting Luke on his lips. When you broke away, Luke was there kissing you first and then Calum.

"That was so good, let us take care of you now. I bet you're ready to burst. Let's see what we're working with here," he said as he reached into Calum's shorts. You both smiled as Luke pulled out a cock that was a bit shorter but thicker than Luke's.

"Damn Cal, you've been holding out on me," you purred in his ear as you moved behind him.

"I would've fucked you that night on the beach if you'd let me," he admitted.

"I was indisposed, but we'll have to make up for that," you tell him before you kissed your way up his neck.

"Raise up a bit," Luke told him as he pulled his shorts up before laying on the carpet. He positioned his head just under Calum's balls blowing on them as you reached around and massaged Calum's cock. "This is gonna be all I think about tomorrow at work. I'm gonna be rock hard sitting up in that chair just thinking about what I wanna do to the two of you."

A huge thunderclap seems to shake the building and the lights flickered as your lips found Calum's neck as you nipped at his skin. You'd been fantasizing about marking up his throat and couldn't resist leaving a mark. He whined in response and pushed back into you before moaning as Luke's mouth went to work getting Calum's cock nice and wet before sucking and humming on his balls. You continued to suck tiny bruises on Calum's flesh as Luke's mouth stayed busy alternating between working over Calum and talking dirty.

"I'd love to watch you fuck her before I come up behind you and take that ass. Imagine being between us, having your cock buried in her pussy while you're stretched and full," Luke told him and the idea gave you the most delicious thrill. The idea of Luke fucking Calum into you had you aching for your own release, but right now you wanted to make Calum feel good. You twisted your hand slightly as you stroked his cock. Calum's head rolled back resting on your shoulder, moaning over and over as you kept one hand on his dick and the other tugged his nipples. You couldn't see what Luke was doing but you heard sucking noises between Calum's moans.

"I'm getting close," Calum warned you. "Oh God keep doing that," he gasped and you could hear Luke humming as he sucked.

You jerked him faster, concentrating on the tip, tugging his nipples harder as your teeth grazed along his shoulder.

He erupted onto Luke's chest with an "Oh God" that was both a prayer and an exultation. Luke quickly moved so he was sucking the tip and the two of you worked together to drain every drop.

Calum slumped back against you and you peppered his skin with kisses as you felt him shudder as he came down from his high.

"That was incredible, I don't think I can feel my legs," Calum said as he shifted so he was no longer kneeling.

"I bet," Luke laughed as he got up. He walked over to the sink in the corner by the refrigerator and grabbed some paper towels. He got himself cleaned up before bringing some back for you and Calum.

"Are you ok?" Luke asked when he noticed you were breathing heavily. "Do you need your inhaler?"

You reached out your hand so he could help you up. "I'm fine, that was just intense and I got excited," you winked at him as you stood up. He pulled on your arm and caused you to stumble and fall into his chest. He wrapped you in a cuddle and bent his lips closer to your ear.

"I haven't forgotten about you princess," Luke's words made you shiver with the anticipation. You could tell your panties were soaked and your core throbbed as Luke gripped your hips and lifted you on to the break table. He stepped between your legs and put this hand under your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. Calum was still on his tongue as it tangled with yours and you tasted his essence which was sweeter than Luke's. His hands tugged at your shirt and you broke away to let him lift it over your head. He kissed you again as you fumbled with your bra, unhooking it before you tossed it across the room. Luke's mouth moved to your breasts and you saw Calum still seated on the floor as he watched you with Luke, his eyes glazed over with lust.

When your eyes met Calum jolted out of his gaze and scrambled to his feet. You almost laughed as he tripped over his own feet as he readjusted his shorts, but at that moment Luke's mouth closed over your stiff nipple and the laugh became a moan.

Luke's fingers were clawing at your waistband and you lifted your hips as he pulled your shorts and panties down at the same time.

The rain was beating against the roof in sheets now, but you could barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat.

Luke spread your legs and stepped back to show Calum. "She how pretty and wet she is for us. We gotta give her something special as a thank you. Want me to show you how to make her squirm," Luke teased, running a finger in between your soaked folds, and you pushed your hips up with a frustrated grunt.

"Nah," Calum looked you dead in the eye with the cockiest smirk you'd ever seen in your life.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I've been fantasizing about this for weeks," he was talking to Luke but his eyes were on you. "Tell me princess, do you taste as good as you look. I bet you're as sweet and juicy as a pink Starburst."

You don't even recognize the sound that escaped your lips when Calum's mouth moved between your thighs. His tongue danced and moved in ways you'd never experienced, curling inside you before swooping up between your lips and lapping up your nectar. His pillowy lips sucked on your clit alternating with soft cool puffs of air over your fevered skin.

Luke buried you in a flurry of kisses and you didn't know where each one was going to land, your mouth, breasts, neck, belly, shoulders, along your hairline or on your fingertips.

Calum was relentless, barely coming up for air as he buried his face in your pleasure. You felt like a live wire as your nerves danced under your skin while Calum's tongue found every pleasure spot. Your heels beat the table in time with the storm raging outside as your orgasm started to build. You wanted to praise him or cry out but Luke covered your mouth with his.

You arched your back almost slamming your head back on the table as Calum furiously worked on achieving your high. He wasn't going to let up until you were screaming for him, and you gladly obliged. Your climax hit you hard enough to see stars and your whole body let go.

"Damn baby," Luke's voice was in your ear but sounded very far away.

You tried to close your legs but Calum wouldn't let you. He held them open still sucking your clit his fingers buried inside you as he coaxed another orgasm out of you. He moaned into your skin as you drenched his face, your thighs, and the table as you came undone. He didn't stop until you were whimpering from being overstimulated, and only then did he finally pro back.

He stood up and grabbed Luke for a kiss leaving the tall blonde as breathless as you were. The storm was still raging but your heartbeat was returning to normal. You sat up, a bit embarrassed by the mess.

"Sorry about that, can one of y'all get some towels?" You ask even though you hated to interrupt them.

"Don't apologize," Luke stroked your thigh, and Calum did as you asked. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He looked over at Calum, "will you teach me how to make her squirt like that."

"Hell yeah," Calum answered as he gently cleaned you up. He landed a tiny kiss on your nose. "Thank you," he whispered, almost too softly to be heard. You reached down and squeezed his hand as you shared a smile.

"How about I help y'all close up and we head back to my apartment?" Luke asked.

"Great idea, we'll order pizza and see where the night goes." You slid off the table, wobbled a bit but Calum wouldn't let you fall.

"Sounds like a plan, boss," Calum grinned. "Can we get ice cream too?"

"Sure, what flavor?" You asked as you pulled your shorts up and Luke tossed your bra to you.

"Strawberry," they answered in unison before you all cracked up.

"Oh this is gonna be a great summer," you called over your shoulder as you walked out of the room.

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My Backstory (IRL)

Before I begin, if you want nothing to do with hearing about abusive relationships, possible eating disorder, anxiety disorders/depression/suicide, sexual assualt, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harassment, etc, SKIP THIS POST.

So, I would like to start off by saying the NSFW content I *try* to write always falls stale, 1. being because I get embarrassed or ashamed by my writing my own thoughts, and 2. because of the rest of this post. So the Albedo NSFW may not happen, but I asked just in case (i have some of it written out, but it is very stale). And also because I may or may not have accidentally triggered a trauma response as I was writing the Albedo post (oops...)

To begin, freshman year of high school, 14 yrs old, (I’m 20 and in college now), I started dating this guy that was in my grade. I have an anxiety disorder, so when we started going out, I immediately stopped eating because I constantly felt sick to my stomach. It wasn’t because I thought I was fat or anything, I just felt sick. Think butterflies in your stomach times 10 and ALL the time. We dated for a month before he broke up with me. During that time, he had suddenly brought up the idea of me sending nude or bra/undie pics to him. Him and his friend (who was in the call with us) tag-teamed and said that it was normal and asked when I would be ready to send pictures. Both of them asked that. Red flag number one. I said 3 months just to please them, not that I was actually going to do it.

Once he broke up with me, I was DEVASTATED. I feel A LOT, and it was my first ‘relationship.’ Exactly a month later, he texted me, saying he wanted to be friends. I said okay. He never acknowledged my presence at school, often avoiding my eyes. Sometime into that he had asked me what I would do if he had asked me out again, and when I said I’d say yes, he immediately texted back and said “i am so sorry, my friend [insert name] was texting you on my phone and I didn’t know until now.” Red flag number two.

Then, after we had stopped being friends, a month passes. He texts me again, this time saying “It’s been 3 months.” Yeah. Did you read the part where I said I’d consider sending pictures at 3 months? That only applied if we were dating for that long (and I still wouldnt do that), so where is his logic? Now, I don’t know why I even got back together with him, but I did. For a week. And just like the first time, I felt sick to my stomach. I always look back on this as a warning from God. And this time, he wasn’t hiding his intentions. He was CONSTANTLY making sexual jokes, sending inappropriate emoji ‘jokes,’ and asking for nudes. He did not stop asking even when I told him to, and even when I told him it made my stomachache worsen. I did not trust him, but I stayed for a full week of hell. Eventually I slightly caved, showing him on facetime me in my bra and underwear (My thinking: he couldn’t save pictures that way). He covered his camera. Did he take screenshots or something? I don’t know. It was awful. I kicked him to the curb the next day, still feeling like *I* should be the one apologizing. He eventually “tried” to apologize thru text, but was too much of a coward to apologize in person when i requested that. He says he had cancer or something, I honestly don’t care. His actions were inexcusable and it was pathetic that he used it as an excuse.

I hated him so strongly for the next 3-4 years, but the story doesn’t end there. A new guy, senior, 17 yrs old. End of my freshman year. We get together. He didn’t properly ask me out, just assumed we were dating after we confessed our feelings EVEN THOUGH I told him my dad said to wait 3 months. Red flag number three. So, by the bf’s standards, 6 months into the relationship, I stay over at his place for New year’s. I will admit that we did stuff over the phone prior to then, but I consider to be fine with that timeline. At some point while we were planning to do stuff (if ya know what I mean but NOT full on hoo-ha stuff okay) for New year’s, he said “Who knows, maybe we’ll get carried away ;)” Red flag number four. This immediately made me uncomfortable, and I was not fully comfortable when the day came either.

We were making out (consensual, but I feel like i was forcing myself a bit), I let him touch me down *there* (which he sucked at lemme tell ya) (also it was fine when he touched me before this day), and then he asked to touch my chest. *Previously, he had stated if i wasnt sure, hed touch over my bra first and go slow. He did not do either, instead immediately slipping his hand under my bra.* That is when something inside me snapped, and I felt number than I already was. Red flag number five.

I didn’t stop him because I wanted to feel something, anything. I got nothing. And then came the time when he decided to say “Now its your turn,” grabbed my hand, and put it down his pants, ignoring me, who was saying “I don’t know how to, I’m not sure I want to.”

I felt nothing for a few days, and then depression set in. It didn’t feel connected to that incident, and i didn’t connect the dots until later. It got so bad I had almost decided to kill myself three months later. My anxiety was through the roof, and every day my trauma manifested itself in the question “Do I actually love him?” It was a living hell to be inside my head all the time. He at one point asked me “Are you sure you were okay with what happened on new year’s? You’re acting like you’ve been raped.” When I said I wasn’t, he said “oh.” and we never talked about it again.

The relationship continued for another year despite my obvious depression and anxiety that revolved around him. He lied to me on several occasions, disregarded my boundaries (i.e. continued to make sexual jokes even though they clearly bugged me after the assault), and refused to get a job so he could smoke weed all day. My parents urged him to prove himself (he was out of high school by this time), and when I eventually took their side and gently nudged him along, he said “You are in a relationship with me, not your parents. Its either me or them.” Red flags six through ten right there.

When I managed to break it off with him, a ‘friend’ apparently took his side. This is the girlfriend in the “His Reaction to Your Ex(es)” post(s). This friend was actually an adopted cousin of mine, and we were not on speaking terms at this point because she had taken my first bf’s side, saying that *I* had to forgive him and that I was in the wrong for not wanting to talk to him or accept his half-assed apologies. (She was not at our school during the time me and that guy dated so she literally knew nothing). I cut her off because of that. Turns out she had a massive crush on the dude and he was already taken by someone else.

So, this same chick sides with the second bf, telling people that I’m the one who hurt him and whatnot. I come to find out that him and her are now dating and honestly, it is hilarious. Even I think she deserves better. He has no future, and I came to realize that, knowing that if i stayed with him longer I would have 100% actually killed myself, or died spiritually.

So yeah, that’s my story, hopelessly in love with fictional characters now because I am too traumatized by what they have done. I cannot be touched sexually without reverting to a depression or an anxious mess. Even if I did manage to be in a relationship after that, I don’t think I’d ever be able to have sex with someone. And finally I cannot have a healthy relationship, because what is that, really? I’m just gonna live alone with some goats LOL.

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silver-wield · 5 years ago

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I wanna hear your thoughts on the scene where Cloud, Tifa and Barret just finished fighting that big machine when the were scaling the wall to go save Aerith. (Sorry I totally forgot the name of the boss) Where the platform they’re on totally gives way and they all start falling.

Just finished the fight, or pre and post fight? Imma do the latter anyway cause I love being validated when I saw something and had people tell me I was seeing things.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be reasonably long.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Cloti body language chapter 3

Cloti healthy disagreement

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time! So our trio have made it almost to the top of the collapsed plate in Sector 7 and they stop to take in the view. After that there's some banter and a boss fight and more action touching. I just wanna say before I start that a lot of this is at a distance, so it's not gonna be much of an analysis since there's so few close ups and all the body language is geared towards protective/rescue type movements, which is pretty obvious.

Gonna start with the pre battle image here of Cloud smiling after making a joke because certain people like to get it in their heads that he's being serious here because it’s a callback to the whole “merc/money” thing. The fact both Tifa and Barret chuckle and Cloud literally smiles – DO YOU SEE HIM SMILING HERE?! – has a pretty simple meaning that he's grown close to them. He's no longer that cold af mercenary who only goes on about money in a serious way. This is his version of camaraderie which suits his dry af sense of humour.

Ok, so our heroes are triumphant and pretty pleased about it. Just throwing this one in for context since what comes next is pretty fast paced.

While Barrett's crowing, Cloud's already noticed something's wrong. That's just how quick his reflexes are. Frowning, looking at the mech. He can tell something's about to go sideways.

KABOOM! Platform starts collapsing, taking Tifa with it. Cloud's speed off the mark here is almost too quick to capture. He goes after her before she even realises she's falling. He wasn't even facing her when she slipped. She made a noise and he turned. That's how attentive he is towards her. Like, fucking hell, man, I'm blown away more and more with every in-depth look at their interactions.

We know Cloud's graceful af from watching him fight (not to mention that dance scene), but honestly, this looks next level even for him! I think this is the only time he goes this far with his body language. He's got his arms wide for balance, legs bent, I mean, he is literally using the tilting platform to increase his speed. This takes so much skill I'm super impressed! And he did this without even stopping to consider what he needed to do. He just did it.

Tifa's reaching for the ground, not Cloud, btw. I don't think she's noticed him yet – he's not quite in her field of vision – so she's attempting to save herself because she's not some damsel.

And if you think this screen was easy to get, you're wrong. I've literally never seen this bit of this scene before, it happens that quick! Cloud leaps without even being able to see if he's lined up with Tifa. This looks like an instinctive action from him. This isn't something he's been taught, this is all him wanting to protect Tifa and going above and beyond to do it.

To further reiterate the last screen, he's just leapt at her and hoped for the best. I mean, he could've knocked into her and sent her flying, but he got his arm around her, swung them both around and then shot a grappling hook all in one smooth action. This is definitely SOLDIER!Cloud in the driver's seat if anyone was wondering. There's no way our poor flawed real!Cloud could do this without second guessing himself. That's why he's got the false persona, so it'll give him confidence in situations like this to protect the woman he loves.

Cloud's totally focused in the moment and relying on Tifa to hang onto him now he's got her. For her part, I think she's a bit “wtaf where am I?” because everything happened so quickly. She's got her eyes squeezed shut, so she was clearly scared she was about to die.

Well, I was trying to grab a different shot that proved my point Tifa had her eyes closed and opened them when she heard the grappling gun fire, but this one's better. Yet another part of this fast paced scene that I didn't quite catch because it all goes by so quickly.

Cloud's got his arm around her waist, while she's clinging to his shoulder. To be fair, this isn't a very secure hold by either of them, but highlights the urgency of the moment. He's not been able to get her in a secure hold so he needs to get her to safety quickly.

Tifa's not even gripping him, which validates how quickly everything happened and how she's not caught up to what's going on. Not surprising, really. This all went by in milliseconds.

I honestly wasn't going to screen this either. It's the part where Barrett's line breaks, but I caught sight of Cloud and Tifa in the corner and thought why not? You'll see the hold still isn't that secure and Tifa's legs are all over the place. I will say it looks like she's got a tighter grip on his shoulder from this angle, so that's something. And...is Cloud’s hand splayed on her butt? I don’t wanna say yes, but the angle of his arm is suspicious.

And this is why Cloud's so damn good at what he does! Barrett's line snapped and he saw him falling from his peripheral vision! How on the ball is this guy?!?! Damn, with everything he does throughout Midgar and – we can assume -- beyond I honestly don't know how he can think he's not a hero. He is definitely a hero. Not a perfect one, but damn, he absolutely brings 110% to everything he does!

Omg Tifa's hold is worse than I thought! She's got her hand flat against his chest. I mean, at least grab hold of his shirt or something! She's barely holding onto him, so this is all him with his arm around her waist making sure she doesn't slip. I've gotta forgive her, I mean, it was quick action and I sure af wouldn't move anything in case I fell whatever the distance is between them and the ground lol

Even though Tifa's position is precarious af, Cloud's still relying on her to be his partner in this situation. He can't save Barrett, so she has to.

This is just a nice shot of how graceful they both are. Reminds me of when they're in the drum separately and Tifa and Aerith fall off the pipe – Tifa lands on her feet, Aerith lands on her face – and then Barrett and Cloud fall off a platform and Cloud lands on his feet and Barrett lands on his ass lol

It's telling that these two have similar balance and grace in a fight – probably why they combo so well.

And if I said the above screens were hard to get it's nothing on this one! This happened between one second and the next! I replayed it a million times to get that shot of Cloud going to put his hand on Tifa's back because I knew that's where he had one of them, but damn, if that wasn't boss level rewinding to get!

Okay, obviously the focus is saving Barrett here, and with that in mind the second Cloud's feet hit the ground he tosses the grappling gun to one side and goes to help Tifa haul him up. He puts one hand on her back and grabs her forearm with the other, lending her his strength and support.

And there's the proof in case anyone doubted my eye. That is Cloud's hand on Tifa's lower back. His other hand is gripping her forearm out of frame. I mean, does he need to have his hand there? Is that supportive in the context of the situation? Wouldn't it make more sense that he has his arm fully round her to stop her slipping? I know some of yall would be like “yes, that's better” from a ship pov, but from an action pov it does make more sense that he's got her in a firmer grip. It's almost like part of him doesn't want to make that closer contact because it's too intimate and he's trying to be professional. It's SOLDIER!Cloud basically. Mr “I keep my distance”. The guy who got them through that whole mess. Which does go to show that Cloud relies on that SOLDIER persona to save everyone's asses, but it also makes him more detatched. However, when there's no danger, he's more himself again.

I'd like to point out that if he'd actually had a better hold on Tifa, like I pointed out, she wouldn't have fallen over because Cloud would've been bracing her more. As it is she's on her ass and after checking Barrett's in one piece – quick look – Cloud's offering his hand to Tifa. We can't see his face in this moment, but we could guess there's an element of oops about him since it was kinda his fault she fell over.

Some quick banter and it's onto the Shinra building.

Conclusion:

Ofc this is an amazing action sequence! Everything happens so quickly that you definitely have to back and watch it again, pause it and examine everyone's faces and body language to really break down the sequence of events and motivations – besides rescue.

Cloud is definitely living up to the SOLDIER hype, even though he's never been one. I wonder how he got so skilled. Is this CC stuff? Or is he just going for broke and getting lucky? It says a lot that he'll just dive into whatever danger is around when Tifa's life is on the line. But, he also trusts her to come through in a pinch too. He just had to say her name and she got his meaning. That's some beautiful synchronisation from them. They're showing how much of a unit they are. Battle couples are one of my favourite tropes and that whole mind reader part of it is just perfection to me.

Even though this is a scene of SOLDIER!Cloud at his best, that side of him also knows he can trust Tifa to support him, and even while he's being all business there's part of him that still yearns to be close to Tifa and has to resist.

#cloti #final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #battle couple at their best

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nanabrainrot · 5 years ago

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Hello can I request for a Joker x reader wherein the reader is in a really playful and teasing mood and he’s just really *REALLY* horny and desperate and he keeps on trying to pin her down but all she does is giggle and play around with him a a aa he eventually gets so frustrated he just gets her to shut up with *ehem*.. yeah

sorry this took FOREVER and a half. I got backed up my classwork and I misread this prompt, entirely wrote a different prompt, reread your request and entirely rewrote it ... oops! I hope you can forgive my delay please enjoy this work u lovely anon! I don’t get many requests if any so I make the few I get special :) thank u ❤️!

The Tease

Summary: Playfulness is your best and worst trait (but only sometimes).

Warnings: sexual content

Pairing: Arthur Fleck/F!Reader

This would be so much easier if you weren’t naked right now.

You stood, one knee on the bed diagonal to him at the end and your other leg’s foot flat on the floor, body barren save for the clear glaze of a fresh layer of lavender moisturizer, and applying some lip balm with your right pinky finger absentmindedly, the left hand fiddling with the salve’s packaging. “Like, seriously! I just switched to lavender cause my magazine said lavender is super good for sleep and we sleep next to each other so maybe it’ll help with insomnia! Wait, or do you put it on...?”

It’s bed time and at bed time, you chatter with him, though his comments rare, for about an hour as you go about your night routine. An important note about your night routine is you could only get shut eye if you were completely naked. You climb towards him on the bed, eyes set past him on nightstand behind him, where you always had your lip salve on. “‘scuse moi,” you mumble, climbing across him, bare breasts grazing his bare chest as you reach to put the salve on the stand. The next moment you straddle him, grinning innocently, “This salve makes my lips so soft! I finally got one that worked I’ve been through like 3 lip salves that just don’t friggin’ work, if anything they made my lips dry! Dry! You’re a lip salve, do your job! Like see —“ You crash your lips against his, lips soft and plump against his own, torso fully trapped against his. His cock hardens in his plaid pajama pants and you notice his grip on your hips tighten. “Woah!” you pull back from the deep kiss with a big smile, “what’re you doing there Arthur?”

“You look so pretty today,” he murmurs, pressing kisses against your breasts before licking at your exposed nipple. “Ah!” you yelp, surprised, as his hips thrust upward and your bare pussy is grazed by his cotton clad cock. His arms tighten around you in a vice hug as he pulls you in tight, sucking at your tit, as he rolls you onto your back. “Let me put it inside —“

In a second, you climb off the bed, wriggling from his grip like it was nothing but a loose hug, prancing off to the bathroom. “Not until I floss, brush my teeth, and mouthwash, Casanova!” you declare, opening the mirror cabinet to months old medications Arthur no longer felt the desire to take beside a half-empty mouthwash bottle and some loose floss. “Are you coming in here to floss with me or what?!” you cry out, loud so he’s sure to hear. The floss glides through your first three teeth until Arthur shuffles into the restroom, stopping behind you to palm at your nude body.

“Hands off, I have to do my night routine.” A glob of toothpaste on a blue and green plastic toothbrush finds your front teeth when you feel Arthur’s bare cock prod against your ass. “Still doing my night routine —“ His calloused hand finds your upper back and shoves you down so your back arches in a way that puts your pussy on display. His cock is prodding the hole as you swish mouthwash about your mouth some seconds later. By the time you spit it out, his tip is at your entrance and Arthur’s hand jacking his base so the precum meets your hole. “Brush your teeth!” you remark, rolling your eyes. straightening yourself up and playfully, pushing him back gently. He scrunched up his nose at you as he pulled up his pants past his cock, hiding the hard flesh from you as you waltzed back to the bedroom.

He stood alone in the bathroom, silent palming his cock through the fabric as he watched your hips move, only more sultry knowing you wouldn’t let him have you. You did this some nights, playing with your food, acting like a cat toying with a mouse. You’d get your way and he too, but only after you drove him crazy.

“So I found this moisturizer again, and this superb neck cream! Tightens it all up! You gotta apply at night though, if you do in the morning the sun steals your youth,” you state, another claim from your beauty magazine subscriptions. “Arthur, come in here and pick your socks up off the floor and put ‘em in the hamper please!”

You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed, the one on top bouncing with all the pent up energy you had in you. He watched you from the doorway as you applied the cream, hands smoothing the silky cream across your skin, dipping low almost to your breasts, tantalizing and enticing. He draws in closer, shuffling slowly as your eyes close to massage the flesh of your neck. “— and today at work Jamie definitely look lunch that wasn’t hers! She can’t even make a sandwich right, you expect me to believe that you made that gnocchi from home?! Mmf -“

Your back presses again the quilt, eyes shot wide with the bewilderment that Arthur was holding you down, his eyes darting to take in all your features at once. Yet again, it’s throbbing and pressed against your bare hole through the tented fabric. “Still not finished, mister. I just gotta do one or two more things,” you squint testily, a smirk playing at your lips. He knew you wanted it but your night routine came first. Routine, routine, routine with you.

You went in for a kiss, watching his eyes glaze over with desire, but closing in anticipation. Almost touching lips... almost there... “See my hairtie’s over here.” You always wriggled away from him, playing at him when he let his guard down. He groans at he realizes he’s pinning cold air down as you move to the nightstand to put your hair in a high ponytail. You watch him gawk at your breasts as you raise your arms to fiddle with the hairtie and grin. He never lost the magic in seeing you naked.

“Turn on the new episode of Happy Days?” you say sweetly. He nods his head with enthusiasm, grabbing the remote to turn it on. Anytime you asked him to change to a show at night, he knew you were drawing close to the end of your routine. “Just let me do one more thing!” you cried out, already feeling his wandering hands after you heard the signature voice of Fonzie in the back. His excitement was so raw sometimes, he only felt such tender attraction toward you.

His wandering hands encaptured you as you reached for your perfume, an expensive indulgence you only allowed yourself when the bottle was emptier than empty, and playfully toosed you on the bed, climbing over you with a shit-eating grin. “Ack! I’m not done, I’m not done!” You swatted him off you as he closed in on your neck, desperate to start on the nightly activities, huffing and puffing as you sat up at reached for the perfume, some Miss Dior on its last leg. Arthur was laying on his back, pajama pants tenting with his erect member, almost twitching with desire as he stared at the ceiling, like a child sulking when they got a toy taken away.

“Sit by the headboard, love. Let me draw the blinds.”

Bingo. His ears practically perked up as he scrambled to sit with his back pressed taut to the linen headboard (“Watch your posture!” you’d say all day) as his wandering eyes watch you almost saunter to the close the blinds and curtains. It was always the end of the routine, closing the blinds and retreating to the solitude, the pure bliss of pretending that all there was to this world was you and Joker, that there was nothing beyond Fonzie on the television and the green-haired man that loved you with all there was. The blinds are closed. You stand at the window, looking at the blinds for a moment, thoughtless.

You didn’t need to think of work or that you needed new shampoo or if you should lay your clothes out for tomorrow. The only thing that mattered was behind you. “Come to bed?” he says softly, never too pressing with you. You look over your shoulder and smile, a sort of shy smile. Sometimes, he felt like your crush, back when you were just a schoolgirl. “Yeah.”

The quilt is a bit cold as you lift and climb into it to sit beside him, where he’s watching you, not the screen. He lifts his right arm for you to climb into, nuzzle into his shoulder like always. “Pardon...” you murmur slinking into his side as the quilt falls onto your lap, the two of you sitting up against the headboard as Richie and Fonzie argue. You lean your head against his shoulder, only to notice him draw his head to yours, going to kiss you, lips parted and looking —

“Arthur, did you brush your teeth?!” you asked suddenly, eyes looking up at him with sudden realization. Did you miss him brushing them? You probably did seeing you were so busy and —

“In a second,” he whispers, lips suddenly on yours. It’s brief. You want another. “Another...” you say softly, cheeks getting rosy. He got a blush out of you everyday. “Okay.” He pecks you again. And again. And again. “In a second?” you repeat.

“In a second.” He rolls over on top of you, pecking deep kisses on your lips, tongue slipping through your lips. Finally, he thinks, his right hand settling on fondling your breast and the left gliding to your slick pussy. “Ah,” you pull back and gasp with a grin, “your hands are cold, Arthur.” He smiles, before his lips move to your neck. “Warm them up for me then,” he says, a digit sliding into your hole. The way your back arches when he starts moving it is delicious. “This is longer than a second...” you mumble, weakly, twitching as he adds a second finger. “Give me a few minutes.”

He’s sucking your tit when you tug down his pants, his big dick spring from the fabric. It looks like it’s visibly throbbing. Were you going about your routine that long? Your hand settled at the base, satisfied with the noise he makes, mouth still on your nipple. You stroke the shaft, up and down, pausing only when his fingers’ pace startle you a bit. You writhe a bit, trying to get him to detach from your breast to look at you. “Artie...” you whine, pouting. He surfaces with a grin, his hair in his eyes, fingers suddenly curling in your dripping cunt. “Ah! Can you - oh gosh - put it in m - oh my gosh, Arthur!” His fingers are long and spindly, curling them always startles you, makes you choke up a bit.

“Can I what?” he reiterated, putting his face close to yours. You scrunch up your nose a bit at him, before the expression in your face changes to one of bliss, back arching as his fingers speed up. “Can you put it in me?” you ask, looking up at him, your hands moving to hold his sides (he loved it when you touched him like that). “Put what in you?” he pretends, head tilting as his fingers curl.

“Oh my God put your cock in me!” you cry out, impatient. He chuckles before taking out his fingers, eying the way your juice collects at his fingers. “Now look whose impatient,” he remarks, pulling off the pants and discarding them off the bed as you squint at him. You look away as he spread your legs, adjusting the two of you under the quilt, suddenly a lot shyer knowing you two were going to... y’know. “This is a bit longer than a few min — fuck!”

“Oops,” he breathes, his cock in to the hilt, your warmth encircling his entire member. Both your eyes are widd and simply looking at each other, breathing hard, until you whimper as he withdraws it, only to fully put it back in. “Ah... you said... God... in a second...” you breathe, your hands clutching his biceps as his thrusts deepen, grow faster, until you’re moaning and squirming as you grip at him. In a few strokes, he was fully fucking you raw, the television drowned out by the sound of your dripping hole being filled by him over and over.

Your tongues wrestle, groaning into each others’ mouths as the bed creaks under you, squealing under the pressure of him now relentlessly fucking you. He parts lips with you, eyes wide. You grin. You know. “I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna cum in you,” he chokes, his pace brutal as you moan loudly with a smile on your face, staring at his face knowing he’s going to fill you up.

“Cum for me, Arthur, cum in me.” The squeal of the bed halts, replaces by Arthur’s grunts, one hand gripping the headboard for some support and the other holding onto you with a firm grip. It’s warm and filling when he cums in you, you pant as his cock twitches in you. He pulls out slowly and you already feel it sliding fron your pussy on the sheets. You need to do laundry anyway. The closing credits of the episode roll as he moves to sit beside you, breathing a little hard. Your eyes widen.

“Arthur you made me miss the episode!”

#joker #joker x reader #joker x you #arthur fleck scenario #arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck x reader #joker scenario #joker imagine #nana writes

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snarkwrites · 5 years ago

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spring sprung | faster baby | pietro maximoff {m}

Notes:

Okay, so... I have seriously been lacking in the writing department lately, and I think I just needed a little break. I won’t even get into everything here, but... I’m back and I bring you bathroom counter sex with Pietro Maximoff... An attempt to knock off the rust that comes when I don’t write for a bit. I really hope this is good, or at least halfway decent.

This is one of my OG marvel characters, Nicola Barton. I did a few things with her and Pietro or Peter Quill in private and on one or two of my older blogs, so this is a hinted at pre-established connection. I’m toying with actually writing fanfiction (chaptered ones) with some of my OC’s for the marvel cinematic universe, i do not know yet.. we shall see.

Also... I used Slovak in here. The term is kvietok and presumably it means flower.

Prompts used:

Heavy‌ ‌kissing‌ ‌/‌ ‌heavy‌ ‌makeout‌ ‌ ‌+‌ ‌masturbation,caught‌ ‌masturbating‌ ‌+‌ ‌animalistic‌ ‌desires‌

Character:

Pietro Maximoff

Warnings:

unprotected shower smut & that’s honestly about it. Apparently Pietro also has a bit of a biting kink too, oops rip.

TAGGING:

@micolegg @chasingeverybreakingwave @rampagewriting @heelsamizayn @missjenniferb @xladyxfatex -- if anyone else wants to be tagged in my multifandom writing, please go here and add yourself. Otherwise, I’ll go back to tagging no one, because that’s who is currently on this particular list.

P I E T R O & N I C O L A in

Faster baby,

All she wanted was a nice cold shower. A few minutes to herself to kind of attempt to unstick the mental image of a shirtless Pietro sparring out in the barn with her father so that it didn’t keep popping up and taunting her. Grabbing her favorite bath bomb, a pair of comfy sweats and a cropped tee shirt left over from cheer camp 3 years before, she stepped through the door that joined her bedroom to the bathroom.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear the water running… Or Pietro Maximoff, practically growling her name from inside the shower as his hand circled his thick length, his breathing heavy, his eyes clouded with lust as he imagined himself pressing her against the shower wall and pounding her until she couldn’t stand. Pietro was so caught up in his own fantasies that he didn’t hear the door opening. He could only feel the rush as his orgasm began to build.

The second Nicola realized that she’d burst in on Pietro completely naked, she spun around, eyes covered and her cheeks burning hot. The image of water racing over the well defined muscular body was seared into her brain now and for a second or two, all she could do was surrender to the awe of it as it lingered there, dancing lazily in front of her eyes. Again, taunting her. Teasing her with what she wanted but knew she didn’t dare have.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you lock doors, Maximoff?” Nicola snapped, feeling herself tense up all over again. If the tension built within her just a little more, she was going to explode. If she didn’t get some form of release soon, this living situation was going to drive her absolutely batshit insane.

“You are the one who just barged in, Barton.” Pietro snipped, trying to calm down. His heart was thudding lazily against his chest and he tried not to show it, but right now was possibly the most flustered he’d ever been.

And that was saying something when one took into consideration the amount of times he’d had a close encounter with her since she’d shown up at home the week before. One particular time, when he’d found her sunning down by the pond just at the edge of the woods came rushing right back to his mind and his jaw clenched as he tried to will himself not to think about it.

Because thinking about it… Or watching her help her father fix a fence earlier, the way she’d discarded her shirt in favor of the bikini top beneath when the sun above got too hot for her… Those were the very reasons he was even in the bathroom in the first place. Now he was worried that she might have heard him groaning and growling her name a few minutes before...Just the thought had him tensing up and preparing for some remark or something of that nature from her. He found himself surprised when he met her gaze and not only did she seem tense all over, but she was still turned away… And he saw her steal a quick peek through her fingertips as they hovered over her eyes. It had him curious because normally, all the two did was argue back and forth for the most part. Or have awkward encounters like this particular one was shaping to be.

If he made her as tense as she kept him…. Pietro shoved the intrusive thought out of his head because there was no way in hell she possibly wanted him like that… Was there?

“Because I didn’t think anyone was in here.” Nicola turned to find Pietro still standing there, a towel slung dangerously low around his hips now. She took a shaky breath and bit her lip, trying to force herself to look at literally anything around her but him.

Pietro tensed under her dancing gaze and he found himself wondering again if she’d heard him groaning her name just now. If she had one tenth of a clue what he’d been doing in the shower, he found himself wondering as a smirk filled his face, just how would she react to it?

Parts of him wanted to tease her with it a little, just the way she seemed to enjoy teasing and baiting him almost ninety five percent of the time.

He stepped closer and so did she and their bodies bumped together softly.

“You’re in my way…” Nicola blurted it out even though the way he felt pressed against her was almost sheer heaven and the last thing she wanted was for Pietro to move. In fact, as the words left her mouth, she was shuffling closer.

A water droplet dripped from damp and darkened hair, falling to his nose and rolling down the sharp slope, then down his lips. Nicola swallowed hard as her eyes fixed on the water droplet’s journey down full and very kissable lips. Then down lower, rolling down his neck.

She didn’t even realize just how distracted she truly was until she was snapped back into the moment by Pietro clearing his throat as he stared her down intently. “And yet, you are moving closer.”

That amused look in his eye had her bristling at the comment and she bit her lip, clearing her throat. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came so she closed it again. Before she realized what she was doing, she was raising her hand and trailing a fingertip right down the center of his damp chest, the feel of his heart racing beneath her fingertip enough to make her smirk also as she raised her gaze. “You’re not moving either.”

And he moved alright. Closer. A hand clenched into a fist becoming unclenched and lowering, lightly gripping her side. He stared down at pouty lips intently, found himself wondering what exactly she’d do if he just went in for the kill and kissed her until neither of them could breathe.

Nicola could feel him getting hard through the towel and she barely managed to stop herself from whimpering. His hand squeezed her hip tighter and she swallowed harder. Her heart was absolutely pounding now but she managed to make herself look up at him and meet his gaze intently, a pout forming because he’d yet to respond to her.

Pietro chuckled quietly, speaking up again. “Maybe it is because I don’t want to move. And maybe, you don’t want me to either. Am I right, kvietok?”

Nicola let out a ragged breath and her mouth opened and closed. She glared, but about a second into glaring up at him, that glare softened… Jade colored eyes seemed to both darken and brighten and if the heat rising to her cheeks was anything to go by, Nicola knew she had a snowball in hell’s chance of getting herself out of this.

And honestly? She didn’t want to.

She was too tired of fighting temptation. And now he was offering it up on a silver platter. Or it certainly felt that way.

Any remaining willpower that Nicola Barton had left within snapped with the rough hands and their gentle squeeze on her hips when he pulled her closer, boldly rubbing her right up against him as he chuckled against her hair. His finger slipped beneath her chin, tilting it so that she had no choice but to look him directly in the eyes.

“I asked you a question, kvietok. You will answer.” Pietro did his best at a calm outward appearance but half of him honestly half expected Nicola to slap him or something, parts of him were afraid of crossing one line too many, that he was being entirely too forward here when acting on his hunch about this lingering tension between the two.

He leaned down a little, his nose bumping lightly against the tip of hers. Her breath caught in her throat and the whimper came quietly. He felt the shiver as it passed through her body. “Don’t like it when someone else is doing the teasing…Do you, kvietok?”

“I wasn’t…” Nicola tried to say she hadn’t been teasing him, but she knew she’d be lying if she said it, so she went quiet. The warmth from his body enveloped her and she found herself leaning against him just a little, almost cautious. “Okay, fine. I want you. I want you so much and it’s driving me insane! Is that what you wanted to hear, Pietro?”

Nicola braced herself for the laughter and the teasing that she was at least ninety nine percent certain were coming her way, but instead, Pietro seemed to snap.

It took longer than she would’ve liked but finally, he had her back against the door to the small upstairs bathroom and the lock clicked shut softly. He towered over her, staring down intently. His towel was slipping even lower and Nicola’s gaze fixed on it, an almost needy whine escaping when she realized just how much she wanted the towel out of her way.

And her clothes. Those had to go too.

“Raise your leg,kvietok.” the muttered command came against the side of her neck and Nicola raised her leg to his hip. HIs hands immediately wandered down to her thigh and her ass, squeezing and rubbing as he let their bodies rub against each other, building the friction between them to a point where he felt her tensing and shivering at his every touch, each breath taken against her skin as his mouth moved over it.

He’d done everything but actually kiss her yet and he could tell it was driving her crazy. She kept trying to grab his cheeks and guide his mouth up to her own but he’d merely shake his head and then drop it again, letting his mouth roam over her neck… Or her throat and outward, dancing almost suggestively over each of her collarbones, grazing his teeth against soft flesh.

Nicola’s thighs clenched. Practically dripping, she tried again to drive his mouth back to her own, dying to kiss him at last, a frustrated moan coming quietly when again, he managed to dissuade her attempt. For as fast as the Sokovian male moved normally, when in seductive mode, he seemed to move almost painfully slow. Rough hands wandered beneath the hem of her tee shirt, her back tapping against the door softly with each little press he made into her body. Her hand raised as she rose to tiptoe, coming to rest against his cheek, those velvety lips brushing faintly against his mouth which fell open all too eagerly.

He’d been wanting this, dreaming of this, since earlier in the month when she came back to the farm. Her tongue darted out, slipping over the outline of his mouth and he bucked into her, giving a quiet growl as lust blown blue eyes roamed hungrily, darkening to almost navy. His hand slipped idly beneath the band at the bottom of her bra and he palmed at her breasts, a pleased smirk playing at his lips as she shivered at the touch and when he pulled away, she pouted.

“That is all you had to say, kvietok.” huskily mumbled words against her throat, the lust in his voice making it almost the perfect lazy drawl. His hips thrust against her suggestively and when she rubbed against him urgently, clinging to his body, his teeth caught on her throat, tugging carefully at skin.

She lowered her hand, letting it linger at the loose tied knot in the front of the towel around his hips. One little touch and the towel fell free. She gave a soft whimper filled giggle at it happening, a hand raised to her mouth as if to silently say Oops. Pietro pressed himself into her harder, his hand slipping from beneath her bra to tear her shirt off and throw it onto the floor where his towel had only just been discarded, he managed to do this all while peppering in light and heavy kisses and as much groping as he could manage with his free hand. After working the clasps of her bra free, it wound up tossed behind Pietro, settling on the edge of the hamper in the corner behind the door before slipping down, settling onto the floor. His hands wandered down between them, fingers tugging in the waistband of the black running shorts she’d been wearing, tugging them down. Fingertips snagged in the thin straps holding a pair of neon pink panties in place and soon those joined the rest of the clothing on the floor and his palm rested against her bare cunt, squeezing as his mouth worked it’s way back up her neck.

By the time his mouth finally latched onto her lips, crashing against them as her mouth fell open easily, beyond ready for that first kiss, he could feel her juices dripping against his palm and this only made him press against her harder, rubbing himself against her as his palm squeezed her cunt even more. When she rubbed against him in response, he growled into the kiss, deepening it, his tongue clashing with her tongue almost desperately as her fingers dragged over his scalp, tangling in thick light brown locks and tugging as if she wanted to deepen the kiss even more. He was starting to feel dizzy, lacking oxygen and broke the kiss, letting them both catch their breath as he lifted her and sat her on the counter nearby, pressing into her again almost immediately and mumbling huskily against her mouth in a mixture of Sokovian and English.

Nicola whimpered and clung to him as she danced her mouth down his neck, leaving a string of purpling bite marks and hickies against pale skin. Pietro continued to mumble, telling her in detail exactly what he’d been doing before she burst into the bathroom on her, smirking as every word he muttered against her lips,neck and throat seemed to have her squirming, rubbing against him, her legs circling his waist with her heels digging into his backside for leverage. The way she went from wet to dripping and he could feel it each time the tip of his cock just barely grazed against her opening.

She gripped his jaw, making him stop to look up at her. “Now...please?”

Pietro swallowed hard, a teasing gleam in his eye as his mouth brushed against hers enough that he could tease his tongue over the outline of kiss swollen lips. She rubbed herself against him with more urgency than he expected out of her and even though the idea of continuing to tease her like she’d been unknowingly doing to him for weeks now was a tempting one, his remaining shred of resolve to do so melted away and all he could do was nod as he slid her forward on the counter so that she was closer to him. Her hand dipped down, circling his cock and he groaned, bucking into her hand, a shiver passing through him as she guided it along dripping folds. “Now you are teasing me, kvietok.”

“A little, yeah.” came her breathy reply against his neck. He sank the tip into her core, stopping to pull her into another deep and heavy kiss as he continued to slip his cock into her throbbing sex slowly, inch for inch. When she tensed, he stilled, capturing her mouth in another kiss. Nicola felt herself being stretched and filled - nearly overfilled, and gasping as the pain began to subside, she lifted her face to his, her mouth crashing against his lips, her teeth latching onto his lower one to tug as she rocked her hips against him a little, trying to get him to move again, a needy whine filling the air and almost shattering the silence that had gathered in the room around them.

Remembering that pretty much everyone was still very much awake and around the farmhouse, Pietro pressed the side of his finger against her lips, a breathy whisper against the shell of her ear, “You have to be quiet, kvietok.”

“Why do I have the feeling you’re gonna make that a challenge?” Nicola muttered softly against his neck as he started to fuck into her slower and harder, going deeper with each drive he made into her throbbing core. All he did was smirk at her and she pouted again, trying to rock her hips against him to meet his drives in the hopes of speeding them up even if only just a little.

Oh, he intended to make it a challenge, alright. And given the way she was already shaking, her hips were already trying to collide with his on every deep thrust he made, it was a challenge he felt fairly confident he’d win. She might not scream or be loud, but… She’d be a shaking and whimpering wet mess when he was done with her.

But his bets were on her getting loud. He wanted her loud, his name echoing off the bathroom tiles as he pounded into her hard, slow and deep.

“Feels good, kvietok?” he muttered against her ear with a dark chuckle as she writhed around, her hips meeting his eagerly, her heels digging into his backside more and more with each deep drive into her cunt. “I asked you if this feels good.” his tone had her whimpering, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she gasped against his mouth when it conquered her own yet again just as she prepared to answer, “So good… C’mon, Pietro… can’t you go a little faster? Please?”

Rather than faster, he slammed into her deeper, long and slow drives. His hands drifted up and down her sides, gripping her hips as he kept her from trying to speed them up. She moaned louder, the sound echoed off of the bathroom wall loudly. In her desperate attempt to get some kind of leverage, she reached out to grip the counter and sent a bottle of shampoo clattering to the floor with a heavy thud instead. Footsteps outside the door had them both going quiet as possible, Pietro going still, his thick cock buried deep in her heat as he pulled her into a kiss just to keep her from whimpering or anything and giving away what was going on in the bathroom at the moment.

She nipped at his lip and when he started to fuck into her at a slow and steady pace all over again, it was all she could do to keep from screaming his name and drawing the attention of whoever happened to be passing by the bathroom outside all over again.

The footsteps got further down the hall and Nicola begged against his ear, “C’mon. Need to feel you now.” and it was enough to spur Pietro into movement again, chuckling against her mouth and then her neck, sucking in a sharp breath as the slightest tilt of her hips had him hitting a new spot and it felt entirely too good to stop.

It definitely felt better than his hand had earlier.

“You do,hmm?”

“Yes. I… -oh fuck.” Nicola’s head fell back, almost hitting the edge of the mirror behind her, but Pietro’s quick reflexes had him putting his hand behind her head so she didn’t and he buried his mouth against her neck, latching on, leaving a mark. His hips snapped against her erratically and when his cock bottomed out buried deep inside her, he growled against her skin, teeth sinking into the purpling circle of flesh and drawing a moan out of her. A moan that was quickly swallowed by the kiss when Pietro thought he heard footsteps approaching the door again. Again he went still, kissing her, leaning into her heavily as she glared at the door and he chuckled quietly, a brow raised.

“Every single time I get close.” Nicola pouted, turning her attention back to Pietro, rocking herself over his length, moving herself even more into his arms so that his cock sank in to the hilt, drawing out a moan that was only barely covered by her crashing her mouth against Pietro’s mouth, his tongue tracing her teeth and then slipping between them to tangle with her tongue, distracting her from getting any louder. If they had the house all to themselves, he’d be relishing every single whimper and moan, each time she cried out his name. He’d be moaning and growling, especially when she rocked those hips to meet his thrusts the way she was and as a result, had him bottoming out all over again.

“So you’re close, hmm… Can’t wait to feel you, kvietok.” Pietro urged as his own orgasm grew to an intensity that had his hips stammering and had him going still, doing anything he possibly could to stop himself and hold off for her. Teeth grazed against skin all over again, almost animalistic was the desire to leave his mark behind all over her. Just the thought of seeing those marks again after this and knowing he was the reason they were there… that she was his… His heart raced and he muttered in a low and lust filled whisper, “Are you mine?”

“All yours.” Nicola promised without any hesitation, her orgasm building to an almost dizzying height. Her head fell back again, hitting Pietro’s hand and she moaned, the sound swallowed whole by his mouth as he rushed to catch her in another kiss.

When he attempted to slow them down again, she whimpered and begged him not to stop, her legs squeezing his body tight as her walls clenched his length. Pietro growled quietly, hips snapping frantically now, driving into her harder and deeper, faster like she wanted at last as her juices covered his cock, making him groan and growl and sending him racing over the edge himself.

Nicola nipped at his neck and dug her fingertips into his shoulder as she rocked her hips against him, meeting his erratic thrusts with her own. “Pietro. Oh.. Oh fuck.. That’s it.. Mmm.” chorused, echoing off the walls as she tried not to get so loud that anyone who might be lingering out in the hall caught wind of what was happening. The feeling of his cock throbbing, buried deep inside her, filling her so that the excess slowly leaked down her thighs had her nipping at his neck even more, giving a soft laugh as he tilted her chin, drawing her into a deeper and slower kiss as they came down from the high of their orgasm.

“And now, an actual shower.” Nicola mumbled lazily as her lips danced over his collar bones and sent a shiver racing down his spine. Pietro nodded in agreement, reaching out to start the water in the shower all over again...

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honestsycrets · 7 years ago

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Irreplaceable III: An Equal Partnership

See my masterlist for the rest of the series.

A/N: Gif belongs to the proper owner. <3 Irreplaceable IX will drop later tonight. Um, I’m not sure what happened here. I thought she would be shy. NSFW at the bottom!

No backing out of this. With the handsal made, you were getting married. Kitta kept an iron fist over the arrangements and now she was tightening the binds of your dress as you stand perfumed in rich spices in front of her. Your hands come to her hands as she pulls the thin strings tight, squeaking out a protest.

“It’s tight.” You whine. Kitta slides around in front of you, looking over the golden embroidery in triangles and swirls traveling vertically down your waist. She hushes you to the sound of the roaring cry of Faksi and Ivar sacrificing a goat, sow and horse to Thor, Freyja and Freyr respectively.

“Today, more than any, they’re going to be judging you. Everything must be perfect.” Kitta hisses, her face framed by bobbing blonde hair.

“I don’t know about this.” You shake your hands out near your face. Kitta arranges a crown of sunshine bright flowers that had slender petals on your head. Against the yellow, buds of white are woven into your hair as a contrast along wispy strands. You peep outside of the tent of blanched fabric. Ivar gathers rich furs in one hand, dipping them into large wooden bowl of thick, red blood. As the colours of white dyed to red, you know time was ticking down. Your stomach curdles like storming clouds despite the clear skies and fat, fluffy clouds.

“It is the nerves. You’re faring better than I did. I threw up on my wedding day.” Kitta reminisces.

“You did?” You ask.

She nods. “During the sex talk, anyway. Mother had to redress me then after the ceremony, Ivar’s sword was stuck in the beams in the Great Hall and then I spilled his mead.” Kitta remarks, looking both a bit amused and perturbed all in one. That occurrence was a bad, bad omen. Even so, you suppose that the gods have smiled upon Kitta as they were still married.

“Your wedding day was eventful.” You put it lightly. “Mine will be awkward.”

Less because of Ivar, more because of you. You fiddle with your painted nails against the hem of the curtains as Kitta fixed gold earrings and a jeweled necklace Faksi supplied. These were your mothers! Faksi had said, to remember the woman you never knew.

Suddenly, you let out a sharp squeal, darting away from the curtains and back towards the middle of the room despite Kitta fastening a sheer, thin wrap to accentuate your thick hips. She is forced to follow after you.

“He’s coming!” You squeak with hands at the sides of your face. Kitta smacks your hands, warning you not to ruin the kohl on the top of your eyes or rouge powdering your cheeks. But you couldn’t help it! Your nerves are strung so tight you thought you might choke on puffs of air that you are forcing out of your body.

“(Y/N), look at me. He’ll take care of you if you let him. Breathe, princess.” Kitta says grasping your hands on the sides of your face.

“Breathe?” You hiccup. Breathe, she said. She holds you in place taking a breath in and out, in and out. At long last, you release a breath and nod to her just as the flaps of the tent wisp with the outside wind.

“Take your wedding woes away, Kitta. You’re scaring her.” Ivar teases as he approached Kitta. She snuffs his words with a pouty display of her slender lips, accentuating her aquiline nose.

“Why would you say that?” Kitta huffs.

“Because I can hear you prattling on about old stories from outside.” He mutters, peeling away Kitta’s shoulder to move her aside. She gives you one last glance: longing, jealous and unabashed as she steps out of the tent. Ivar hums, giving you his hand to turn you around in a flurry of your skirts. You spin back to face him just as he curls you into his arms. His breath tickles the side of your face.

“Mmm.” He says. “If you aren’t the perfect bride.”

And that was when you were supposed to say something back-- like how his overtunic was tailored perfectly to his tanned chest or how the charm of Mjolnir fit him just so. You could have even remarked on how his hair curled around to frame his face... but no. You just gawk at him, bowing your head and a crown of flowers shyly tilting with.

“Ah… I…” You stutter.

“Are you ready?” He interrupts, a hand around your back now. He lead you out of the tent-- and if you weren’t ready, you had better be now. The crowds that gather about the scene aren’t just the Kings you knew or your father and husband to be. You recognize other kings and jarls that cluster about, all eager to watch the sprinkling of blood and trade of rings atop of two glistening swords.

“Ivar, do you swear onto the gods, that you want to marry this woman?” The volva says, hands on either sides of his face. You hold your hands tightly against the grip of your father’s blade as Ivar stares blankly at her. Then he begets a nod. “I swear by the gods.”

Then she comes to you, sliding her hands against your cheeks. “(Y/N), do you swear by the gods, that you want to marry this man?” She asks. Your eyes stare into her bright eyes, debating a yes or a no, when you nod.

“By all the gods, especially Freyja, I want to marry Ivar.” You say, looking into Ivar’s eyes. They seem to leap in excitement by the undeniable smile that pulls his cheeks in a rare smile. The volva screeches that you are married-- and you glance up to the heavens before sliding the point of your sword down to take the ring.

“Let me do it.” Ivar interrupts you.

“I’ve entrusted her to you King Ivar! You had better spoil her!” Faksi warns. Ivar gives a slight smirk, easing the ring along the third finger of your left hand. He threads a necklace with his own ring around his neck.

Then before you can honestly get an edge in otherwise, Ivar yanks you forward. Your hands clumsily set on his chest, lips enveloped by Ivar’s eager ones. He takes the shocked breath from your lips, sliding his lips against your pillowy ones. You tentatively kiss him back, the irony scent of blood on your faces a healthy distraction. Then as you pull away, Ivar holds you around your waist for a few sweet moments longer.

“I’ll do more than that Faksi.” Ivar thows back over his shoulder. “Look at my wife!” He gleams with pride. But from the very depths of the crowd you saw Kitta’s forced and hard smile, attempting to let go of what was her only husband. She had to share. You were a married to a Ragnarsson now: just as she was.

The rest of the night proceeded smoothly. You didn’t stumble when breaching the Great Hall’s doors after the bridal race and Ivar certainly didn’t get his sword stuck in the supporting beams. But, after a while, your drunken fingers did spill a little bit of mead down his hand.

“Oops.” You giggle, taking up Ivar’s sticky fingers for a suckle and a giggle. His thick fingers slip from your lips with a wet pop and Ivar would drift his thumb back to your lower lip to caress your lip.

“You’re going to be trouble, I can tell.” Ivar leans in, his nose tipping up the tassels of your earrings. He quickly slides you out from your chair into his. The kisses became easier with every drink, and by now, your lips eagerly caress his.

“How could you tell that?” You mumble, hands drifting lower and lower until they hit the waist of his trousers. He glances around; Faksi is prattling along with some foreign kings. Much of the wedding goers are drinking or dead drunk. It… wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks. If he didn’t know Kitta’s eyes were watching him-- and that he’d get in so much trouble for slathering the Great Hall in his spunk. Somehow, he doesn’t care.

Your swift fingers slide his cock into the cool air between your stomachs, fisting him easily into hardness. He sputters with his drink, sliding his hands underneath your dress to hike it back up over your knees while you slicken Ivar’s cock with saliva that was once on your palm and lean up, your hips hovering above him for only seconds before he feels himself being swallowed by your tight walls.

“Fuucck…. You’re so impatient.” Ivar’s fingers tighten along his horn harshly as you rock him inside, pushing him deeply in until you hilt.

“I haven’t had sex in years.” You mutter against his ear.

“I can feel that.” Ivar brings the horn to your lips, spilling the mead as you squeeze his dick inside. Your hips begin to shift, sliding him out as inconspicuously as possible before sliding back down. Ivar’s hips shift up as you slide down, taking up your lips in another kiss. Ivar sets down the horn and his hands drop to your ass, keeping you in place on his dick while you rock your hips.

“They’re going to see you.” Ivar chides against his lips. “Something tells me you like that.”

Maybe you did-- you didn’t like to be a little secret. Here and now, you could take Ivar for all his cock was worth. Ivar carefully lifts you on his dick, grunting as he moved inside of you. The sound of drums thumping and men talking came closer and closer-- Faksi speaking with Kitta.

“He really likes her.” Kitta says, glancing back to find Ivar’s hands forcing you up his cock before right back down. At the least, the thralls knew what was happening. She knew too. As soon they shifted for some covering. Your pleasant kisses became mean, bruise inducing bites down his neck. Ivar hisses in response, knowing that it was an attempt to claim him. Claim him knowing that he had Kitta right there watching your body trying to milk the seed right out of him. He wasn’t one to fight your electric body, rolling your hips as you hilt over and over again.

“I’d say!” Faksi threw out a laugh. “It seems I won’t have to show them to her room! I am going to bed. Before I see something I regret.” He gave her an encouraging to pat on her shoulder, strolling off in another direction whistling with his horn of mead. Ivar’s hands clench tightly, willing his orgasm off as you take him deep. Thrust after thrust, your body seems to try to devour him, rolling your hips onto his.

“Let it happen.” You came back to his lips, devouring him in a hungry kiss. For only seconds you pull away, hot breath tickling his when he lets go. He shoves your hips down every inch of his cock, arching his hips into yours to cum. His seed paints your pussy, his thick spunk coating your walls. With a few forced breaths, he comes down from his orgasm with a shaking groan.

“Get up. We’re going back to your room.” Ivar commands, pulling your skirts down as you slide off of him. “I was pathetic. Let me fuck you properly.”

And so, Kitta watched her husband leave to breed his new wife.

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bannerswife · 7 years ago

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Mornings - Bruce x Natasha

Title: Mornings

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: none, except fluff. but if there is let me know!

Word Count: 2707

Summary: just a series of short stories of Bruce and Natasha’s mornings together.

Authors Note: okay kinda happy with this tbh ALSO there is a part where Russian is spoken and idk if its correct cause I don't know Russian at all oops. so I'm so sorry if its incorrect I only had google as my resource. but anyway, enjoyyy :))

Morning one:

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” Natasha heard the faint whisper of her significant other from behind.

She then felt his strong arms wrapping around her stomach, pulling her closer into him. The warmth spreading between each other, as he closed the gap between them.

“Mm,” She mumbled, hugging Bruce’s hands that were at her abdomen, pulling him as close in as possible. Knowing she was safe in his arms no matter what happened.

Bruce smiled softly, feeling her pull him in tighter as well as hearing her tired voice. Gosh she had such a beautiful morning voice, actually no- she had an amazing voice no matter what. He will never be able to get over the woman he currently had enveloped in his arms. It all was so surreal. He didn’t deserve a woman like her. He didn't deserve anyone. And yet here she was, currently head over heels in love with him.

Natasha rolled over to face Bruce, the faint morning light seeping through the blinds touching his face. Brightening his beautiful chocolate eyes and long curly brown hair. She noticed the soft smile playing upon her boyfriends lips and couldn't help but smile back.

“What?” She asked, her smile not leaving her face.

“Just thinking how I ended up with such a beautiful woman,” He replied, bringing his hand up to her face.

She couldn't help but lean into his touch, not wanting to be any further away from him then now. If only they could spend forever like this.

Bruce gingerly leaned in giving her a soft kiss on the lips, tasting the chapstick that she applied nightly on her lips.

“Come on, we should get up before Tony comes bursting in here blasting AC/DC,” Bruce chuckled at the thought, Natasha grimacing.

“If he tries i'll shoot him in the kneecaps,” She said, making the two lovers laugh at the idea.

“I would love to see that,” He stated, running his hands through her short red silky hair.

Bruce finally pushed himself up, hanging his legs over the side of the bed before letting out a massive yawn.

“Just lie with me for a little while longer, please?”

Bruce looked back into Nat’s needy eyes, feeling his heart melt at the sight.

“Don’t make me do it,” She threatened, pulling her hands up before twinkling them at him.

“You wouldn’t,” he dared, his eyes widening as a smile grew.

Before he knew it natasha lunged at him with incredible speed tickling at his sides. Bruce kicked and thrashed trying his best to evade the deathly tickles that Natasha was currently giving.

“O-kay, o-ookay, stoooop!” bruce couldn’t stop giggling as Natasha attacked every part of his body with playful tickles.

“I yield- i yield! We can have five more minutes,” He huffed, trying to compose himself after the fit of laughter.

Natasha smirked as Bruce layed back down next to her, feeling a rise of victory. She placed her head over his bare chest listening to his fastened heart rate slowing down, and couldn't help but humm in bliss as she then wrapped her arms his body. Him too humming back in response, as he hugged her back.

Those five minutes turned out to be half an hour.

Morning two:

Bruce awoke to the sound of the shower going in the room next to him, tiredly he looked over to the glowing clock on the bedside only for it to read 3:00am. He sighed, squinting at the direction of the shower, the door that was slightly ajar leaked a bit of light into the room that only just reached his eyes.

“‘Tasha?” He groggirly asked, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up.

He didn't get a response back and couldn’t help but get nervous. Was she okay? Did something happen? Did she always do this without him realising? Was something wrong? Was she planning on leaving without letting Bruce know? Before he knew it the door suddenly opened revealing Natasha in a oversized tee (that had actually belonged to Bruce but she loved it that much she stole it).

“Oh, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you,” Natasha asked and bruce could immediately tell something was wrong simply by her voice as well as the red puffy eyes she now had.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly getting himself up out of bed.

Nat shook her head, quickly wiping tears that fell from her eyes. God she felt pathetic. She hoped she didn't wake him up to deal with the humiliation.

“It’s nothing, don't worry about it. Just go back to sleep,” she softly smiled, turning the light off in the bathroom and hopped into bed.

“I love you,” Bruce said, breaking the silence that had filled the air after tucking himself back into bed.

Though Bruce couldn't see it in the darkness of the room, Natasha smiled.

“I love you too, big guy,”

And Bruce smiled back as well.

“Can you- can you hold me, Bruce?” Bruce couldn't help but break upon hearing her voice, she sounded so fragile.

“Of course, come here,”

Bruce held his arms out for Natasha to crawl in and held her close to him, making her feel protected like she always did every night.

And the two of them fell back into a beautiful abiss of deep sleep in each others loving arms.

Morning three:

“Natasha, honey?” Natasha awoke to the beautiful voice of her boyfriend as he currently stood above her, clearly dressed and fully awake.

“I’ve made breakfast for you,” He said, smiling upon her tired form as she wrapped her arms around her pillow.

Natasha smiled, opening her eyes to look up at Bruce’s soft features. She pulled herself slowly up, and raised her arms high over her head reaching out to Bruce like a toddler wanting their mother to carry them.

“You want me to carry you?” Bruce laughed, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side.

“‘m tired, pleaseee,” Natasha muttered, giving Bruce her best puppy dog eyes.

It obviously worked because Bruce couldn’t help but cave in to picking her up. So, with strong arms he slipped his hands up from underneath her and pulled her into a bridal style position. With much ease (as she was extremely light) he carefully carried her out of the darkly lit room into the kitchen, Nat couldn’t help but moan in pleasure upon smelling the delicious meal.

“My god, what have you been cooking?” she asked, Bruce smiling with proudness at his work.

“Just a little something, for a special someone,” he replied, kissing her upon the forehead before settling down on a stool at the marble island bench.

Natasha smirked and looked at the beautifully prepared dish in front of her, the smell of it completely putting her in a happy state of mind.

What currently laid in front of the spy was an amazingly prepared stack of red velvet pancakes, shaped into hearts, it honestly was beautiful.

Natasha basically scoffed all five of the pancakes that her loving boyfriend had placed on her plate, not able to stop. Just as she was about to grab another she was carefully grabbed around her waist and pulled up only to be held by Bruce.

“я люблю тебя” He whispered into her ears as he held her close, nibbling softly on her earlobes.

Natasha couldn't help but giggle softly, looking up into his brown chocolate eyes.

“I never knew you could speak russian, doc.” She acknowledged, impressed that her boyfriend could speak her native language.

“There are alot of things you don't know about me Miss Romanoff,” he smirked, kissing her forehead once again.

“Happy valentines day, sweetheart,”

“С Днем святого Валентина, девушка,” Bruce’s eyes slightly widened in panic a small awkward smile playing upon his lips and Natasha couldn't help but laugh.

“And here i was thinking you actually knew russian, you just google translated that didnt you?”

“Uh yeah- i was hoping that was good enough,” He grinned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was perfect,” She replied, giving him a peck on the cheek before stuffing the rest of the pancakes in her face.

Morning four:

Natasha couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as she combed her beautiful silky red hair, barely even able to keep her eyes open any longer. yesterday the team had been on an extremely long mission and natasha couldn’t help but feel worn out and drained. She couldn't even imagine what was Bruce was going though, she knew how tired he was after being the Other Guy and normally needed a couple of days to find himself again.

Bruce stiffly walked behind Natasha and wrapped his strong arms around her abdomen, before resting his head in the crook of neck.

“Morning,” she announced, tugging at a few knots.

Bruce let out a deep ‘mm’ before nestling his head deeper into the crook. natasha smiled softly before taking bruce’s head and holding his head in her hands, looking into his tired eyes.

“You should be in bed, getting some rest.” Nat said, squishing his face together so Bruce looked like a fish. it made her giggle.

“Not without you,” he said through his squished cheeks.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” She replied before letting go of Bruce and smacking his behind as he groggily walked off, Bruce couldn't help but huff a laugh.

Morning five:

“Wakey, wakey, big guy you promised me you’d train with me this morning,” Bruce awoke to the hushed sounds of Natashas voice, waking him from his shallow sleeping state.

“C’mon, I'm not letting you off that easy. Your promised me, babe,” She continued softly shaking bruce trying not to scare him awake.

Bruce hummed in response, rubbing his tired eyes to try and awaken himself to conscious.

“I’ll meet you down there, give me 5,” He grumbled pulling himself up from bed, hanging his legs over the side.

“Alright but if you’re not there in 6-”

“You’ll kick my ass, i know dont worry,” Bruce stood slowly up and kissed Natasha on the cheek before hauling himself into a quick hot shower.

Natasha smirked happily to finally have won Bruce over to get him training with her. She was aware it was nerve racking for the doctor to do something that even remoted in using physical violence, but she knew he needed to do something other then locking himself up in his lab all day and night. And maybe with her help it could improve his control of the Other Guy.

Thankfully the training centre had been designed (courtesy of Tony) to be able to withdraw the strength of the Hulk, but still Bruce was still unsure.

In exactly 5 minutes Bruce anxiously walked into where Natasha was currently warming up, his hands nervously fidgeting with whatever he could to help ease the stress. He never liked doing things that may result in him changing but he knew the spy only wanted to help.

“Just on time,” Natasha called out, before standing up straight from lunging.

“I wouldn't risk getting my ass kicked by the Black Widow, i'm sure you’d even scare the other guy too,” He replied a small smile settling on his face as he looked his girlfriend up and down.

Seeing her in those gym clothes that accentuated her curves and hugged her figure beautifully made training not seem that bad after all.

Natasha chuckled, walking towards her tense boyfriend, her hips swaying with each passing footstep.

“Relax, you’ll be fine,” she told him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” He eyed the spy, trying to catch any piece of emotion that could remotely suggest that she was afraid or scared of what he was. but he saw nothing, just a soft loving smile that never failed to leave her damn beautiful face.

“Don’t worry about me Bruce, we’ll just do a quick warm up, come over here,” Natasha walked Bruce over to a boxing bag that hung from the roof.

“Punch it,” She told him, and so bruce struck the bag with such little force it hardly even moved in impact.

“You’re gonna have to punch harder than that big guy,” she chuckled, reaching bruce the correct stance and technique to properly punch it.

Bruce of course listened intently and followed his new training teacher.

As he began to punch the bag with the correct amount of force, he could feel the Other Guy swirl in interest around in his head.

he could feel the negative emotions he was currently pouring into the bag and the walls that he always kept up in his mind come crumbling down. he wasn’t focused and bruce couldn’t help for once feel free of not having to hold in such emotion.

The punch’s got heavier and heavier, bruce breathing quickening, turning into throaty grunts. natasha could see the glint of green glistening in his eyes.

“Okayyy, i think that’s enough of that.” Softly but quickly Natasha walked him away from the bag, rubbing her hands up and down his back. She didn't want him losing control just yet, she’d keep that for the part she gets to kick his ass.

Bruce’s quick shallow breaths slowly but surely calmed down after a few minutes of composing himself. He gave a serious look at Natasha, one that she easily read as the ‘i nearly changed and killed you’ look. She got that a lot.

When Natasha had asked Bruce to hit her, Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He could barely even form a straight sentences without stuttering.

“You want me to-,”

“Hit me, yes,” Bruce shook his head and put his hands up in defence.

“I am not going to hit you-” Before Bruce knew it he was striked in the nose with brutal force, caught completely off guard.

The Other guy roared to life once again but this time way more vital. Before it was easy to maintain him, he wasn't in any kind of distress or bad mood, but now. The hulk sensed a spike of hurt and panic wash over Banner and knew he had to take the wheel.

Bruce put his hands on his knees sucking in deep breaths trying to lock the beast back in the back of his mind, he knew Nat was only trying to help but he couldn't help but feel angry at her for putting herself at so much risk.

“Y-you need to get out of he-here,” Bruce struggled to say, he grunted and twitched and felt his body trying- begging to change.

“No, you can fight this Bruce, you need to learn to control it. Stop letting it control you,”

Stop letting it control you.

Bruce would have scoffed at that if he could. It had been controlling him is whole life, it wasn't ever going to stop doing that.

“Hey, look at me,” Bruce felt the soft hand of his girlfriend touch his back and instantly flinched. He looked into her soft but strong eyes as sweat begun to bead at his forehead at the amount of effort he used to control the beast that was just seconds away from exploding from him.

Natasha looked deeply into Bruce’s bright worried green eyes, she felt horrible for punching him but she knew she had to help bruce control the Other Guy. And she knew even if he did change, that the Hulk would never hurt her.

“The sun’s getting real low, big guy, there's no trouble today,” Natasha crooned, looking beyond Bruce’s eyes to the Hulk.

In a very Hulk like way, that he’d do every single transformation back into Banner, Bruce flinched his head back and closed his eyes. Thankfully his rugged breathing soon turned normal and Bruce was back to his normal tense self.

“Nat- that was... way too close,” He huffed, stretching back up to face her.

“But it was progress, you did great,” she softly smiled.

“Now,” Natasha stood firmly and held her fists up.

“I want you to hit me,”

Thankfully that morning didn't end with Bruce changing into the Hulk.

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stilinski-stydia-obrien · 7 years ago

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Roommate AU II Stiles Stilinski Smut

Author's Note: So this is my fic for @fillthevoid-stilinski reading challenge sorry it has taken so long and apologies if it is a big heap of trash. It does have smut and I couldn't have done it without @one-shot-central He is just incredible and you never would have gotten this without him so big thank you <3 and also @thelittlestkitsune thank you so much for proofreading this and for telling me to keep going. So I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think x

WARNING: Swearing (lots of it oops :/) sex, oral female receiving, unprotected sex (please remember to be safe) I think that's all sorry if I've missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 5,860

STILES X READER FIC

You had been Roommates with Scott McCall for almost 3 years now. The pair of you had hit it off freshman year and when it came to the time of getting rented accommodation with other flatmates, It was a no-brainer for the pair of you. Scott was your wingman, your confidante, your best friend and you were his. The only difference, he had two best friends and his other one was a complete asshole. You had nothing nice to say about him, and apparently, he had nothing nice to say about you. Scott would often invite him round for gaming nights or for drinks and a laugh. It wasn't the fact he was taking away your best friend from you. No, it was more to do with how much he bad mouthed you for what you would wear. The first night you met you couldn't take your eyes off him. He made you laugh and Scott demanded you play 20 questions with him to get to know him better. He wanted his two best friends to get along.

“so do we start with full names or do you want to jump straight into the interesting stuff" he smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Hmm… hit me with the interesting ones you can find out my full name later” you winked.

“Oh, we've got a wild one here Scott. Normally people are so vanilla” he laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“Okay so first question…. Are you? Okay now, this is where I decide if you are worth becoming friends with or not. What's your favorite baseball team?”

You laughed at his question rolling your head back and pretending to think about it.

“Stiles… I don't know if Scott told you or not or if you could tell by the accent, but I'm not American. I didn't really give much thought to the game until last year….but I guess if I was to choose one it would be the ehm Mets?” you answered more like a question, looking to Scott as he gave you a wink and a thumbs up. Scott had decided to prepare you beforehand because Stiles wouldn't have taken that excuse for an answer. You had been in America for 3 years you had plenty of time to get acquainted with baseball.

“Okay good” he laughed “You're worthy. Right, so next question who would win in a fight Batman or Superman?” you giggled at the silliness of his questions thinking maybe you would be good friends with him.

“Okay, so easiest question all day. And Batman you tell me any different and I'll punch you!” You mock threatened as he feigned offense. He clutched at his chest. “I would never disrespect Bat man like that. He is the greatest superhero of them all" he exclaimed in a deep voice-over voice.

After a few more rounds of silly questions, you get like you had really hit it off with Stiles. You had a lot of things in common. He was very attractive and you couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull that flowed between you both. You felt like maybe there was something there between the two of you because amidst the questions the pair of you had flirted like mad. You thought the night had gone really well and had lingered on the stairway as Stiles had gotten up to leave. You watched Scott and Stiles bro hug and say how much they enjoyed their night. Scott actually hugged him again praising him for taking the time to get to know you.

“Thanks for this Stiles, I really appreciate you getting to know (Y/N). She's the greatest thing that's happened to me since moving back. The pair of you seemed to hit it off though” he beamed at his best friend.

“Yeah God Scott she's great!” He laughed. Your heart beat grew faster and you couldn't help the smile that graced your face. Maybe you should go say goodbye tell him how much you enjoyed tonight and how you'd love to do it again.

“She's really great Scott. I'm glad you've found a friend in her. But does she realize what's she's wearing is super inappropriate?” he questioned. You couldn't help the sting in your heart. You stood there until you couldn't take anymore slowly ascending the stairs with tears in your eyes. From then it was like his constant routine to bring you down about what you wore. There was one night in particular that Stiles had pissed you off big time. He and Scott were in the living room drinking and chatting completely unaware you were standing in the kitchen behind them able to hear everything that was being said. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but the second he mentioned your name your blood began to boil and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Jesus Scott did you see how (Y/N) was dressed tonight?” exclaimed his husky voice. You glanced down at yourself extremely self-conscious taking in what you were wearing. You didn't think you looked bad, you were actually quite impressed with your outfit. You completely missed Scott’s reply as you were too focused on your clothes but as soon as Stiles spoke again your attention was fully on him.

“It’s inappropriate man. That skirt is way too short, you can almost see her ass.” he shot again. Every word that came out of his mouth hit you like a bullet and you had no idea why. You didn’t care about his opinion. He didn't matter to you. At least you never thought he did. It wouldn’t have mattered coming out of anyone else’s mouth so why did it bother you so much coming out of his. You had decided you had had enough of being slandered and made to leave the kitchen but as you reached the kitchen door you heard the last words utter out of his mouth.

“ She dresses so slutty everyday how could you not notice this.”

From that day you had never hated him more and you were damned if you were going to let him get to you.

STILES POV.

When Scott first told you he was moving into rented accommodation with a girl, you were so proud of him. He hadn’t even thought of a girl since everything happened with Kira and now he was moving in with one. That was, of course, until you met her. She was breathtaking, and you prayed to god that Scott didn’t like her in that way. The first night you had met it was like she had stepped off a billboard. She had on a beige low cut sweater with navy blue booty shorts on. She looked bloody hot. Even her voice was sexy and you thanked your lucky stars when Scott demanded you played 20 questions. You'd get to know her better and you could listen to her voice for a little while longer.

“Okay, so it's my turn to ask a question seeing as you've asked me 4 and have answered none yourself.” She giggled as she shimmied a little closer to you. “Do you get nervous?” she asked slyly as she placed her hand on your thigh ever so slowly creeping it further up your leg. Your breath hitched in your throat the higher she got before she abruptly pulled away giggles falling from her lips. “I'm sorry that was cruel that wasn't really my question I just wanted to test you.” She laughed again resting her head on your shoulder. “So Stiles what is your favorite thing to do?” You looked down at her thinking over your answer carefully. You didn't want to come across as a total nerd if you told her it was watching Star Wars over and over again.

“Probably spending time with my dad. Since I started college I never really got to see him so now that I'm back for a while we get to spend more time together. Of course that and spending time with my bro here.” You settled slinging your arm over Scott's shoulder to give him a bro hug. That night had gone so well and you were glad to have gotten to know (Y/N) Scott clearly cared for her as a friend and you were more than willing to make an effort for her. However, there was one thing that bothered you. How she dressed. You mentioned to Scott about how inappropriate it was because all during the night you couldn't help but stare at her. She turned you on so much and the way she sat in her small shorts, the hemline slipping up further up her leg. Every bit more showing off more leg than previously, had your heart beating fast and desperately willing the tent in your pants to go away. Every time you saw her your attraction for her grew and grew. It was becoming very hard to be around her at all because she constantly wore short skirts or tops that would just frame her breasts nicely. Every time she would leave you with a semi: totally taken aback at how gorgeous she really was. That’s when you had to confront Scott. Ask him if he had any feelings towards her other than friendly ones and if he noticed the way she dressed. You asked him if he could maybe hint to her to stop wearing such revealing clothes because all it was doing was making you hard. Scott laughed at you and told you to just ask her out and to stop being such a pussy. So you traipsed up to her room about to do just that when you heard quiet sobs coming from her room. You tiptoed towards the door pressing your ear up against it making sure it was definitely coming from her room. You knocked quietly opening the door just to check she was ok. As you popped your head around the door a pillow came flying towards your face.

“ I didn’t say you could come in asshole. Leave me the fuck alone.” she sobbed.

Your heart ached for her, you wanted to know why she was sad. You wanted to make her feel better. But she didn’t want you there. It seemed like she didn't want you anywhere.

3 days Later

You hadn’t been over to Scott’s apartment in a couple of days as your own college course had been giving you some grief. But you trudged up all your things the second Scott asked you if you wanted to come over to study. He also sent a sly second text letting you know that (Y/N) seemed in a happier mood. You couldn't help but smile at your best friend trying to play matchmaker. It was (Y/N) that opened the door to you a smile resting on her mouth and you couldn't help but be taken aback by her beauty. Her smile quickly faded and she turned and walked away leaving the door open for you to walk in. You and Scott had been sat studying for what seemed like days when you decided you needed to stop for a bathroom break. As you climbed the stairs you could hear the slight sing-song tune of her voice coming from the landing above. Before you knew it her voice had carried you to her door listening in to the conversation she was having with someone on the phone.

“ I get it Becks he’s a boy but does he really have to leave the place a shit hole all the time. I mean I come home from a lecture and he’s done nothing but smoke weed the entire day.” she sighed listening to the voice on the other end.

She was slagging off your best friend and you didn’t like it one bit. You had seen her be so nice to Scott’s face and not once bring up that he should tidy up more. She was being so two-faced and even though you thought she was absolutely stunning ripping into your best friend just didn’t sit well with you. You walked away solemnly from her door upset that she could be that kind of person that was nice to someone’s face but a total bitch behind their back. You were done, your attraction for her put on the back burner, never to be spoken about again.

READERS POV.

You had been on the phone to your sister for about an hour complaining about the mess of your apartment. How Scott would never tidy up and how you couldn’t say very much because you were just as bad. You both needed someone to come in and kick your asses into shape because the apartment wasn’t going to clean itself. You also sat and discussed the details of your sister's bachelorette party as she was getting married in 2 months so the plans had to be almost perfect by now. You were so excited and nothing was going to ruin your mood. As soon as you hung up the phone you heard all the commotion down the stairs and ran out onto the landing.

“Scotty is everything okay??” you shouted. Getting no response you ran further down the stairs shouting Scotts name.

You caught him as he was hurriedly trying to put on his shoes at the front door. Stiles panicking just behind him.

“Hey, can I borrow your car? Somethings happened to Stiles’ dad we need to get to the hospital.”

You could see the fear in both of their eyes the tears beginning to pool in Stiles’. You knew neither one of them were in the right mind to drive so you grabbed your keys and ushered them into the car.

There had been an accident at Stiles house. The electrics shorted and caused a fire with Noah inside. He inhaled a lot of smoke but the firefighters and paramedics got him out in time. He had a broken leg as part of the staircase had come crumbling down as he was trying to get out of the house. The hospital required he stay there for a few weeks so they could keep an eye on his breathing and the injuries he had sustained. Meaning Stiles would have to come and stay with us. You felt sorry for him for what had happened with his dad but that didn't take away the hate you had boiling in you from what he had said about you. The next two weeks were going to be a nightmare and you couldn't wait for it to be over.

You guys had been arguing non-stop about the pettiest of things. You nagging at him for using the last of the milk for his cereal and him nagging at you for taking so long in the shower. It was getting beyond a joke but you both hated each other and wouldn't let up until the other person got so pissed off they stormed away. And this went on for the first full week. Neither of you could ever say anything nice to each other and Scott was getting sick of it. You could tell that tensions were running high the full week but you reminded yourself you only had one more to endure and he'd be out of here.

It wasn't all bad. Out of all the arguments, you both had, you had to admit there was a nice caring side to Stiles. Not that he'd ever show it in front of you but you saw it shine through sometimes. Like in the way he and Scott would have such a laugh and they'd both be hysterical on the sofas. His laughter was a song you'd love to play on repeat. But every time you'd feel yourself starting to like him and consider forgiving him he'd make another snide comment and you'd be back to square one.

It got to a point where he was making comments way more frequently that you started to dress worse on purpose. You wore lower cut tops and higher cut skirts. And you would make inappropriate gestures in front of him. You knew it pissed him off and that made you feel good. You weren't going to let his comments put you down anymore.

It was the night of your sister's bachelorette party and you were all going to go clubbing. It was girls only and since you were all single, apart from Beck’s of course, you had a bride to be scavenger hunt and a slutty bridesmaid scavenger hunt for everyone to take part in. You were so excited and couldn't wait to wear your maid of honor sash. You were going to make this the best night of your sister's life. You had dressed up in a gorgeous green sequined dress that came down to just above your knees. Very modest yes. But the slit up the side. Not so much. Your hair flowed in long curls down your back with minimal makeup to suit your dress. For once you felt amazing and you couldn't wait for the night to begin. You slipped on you black heels and placed you sash across your shoulder.

“perfect" you smiled.

STILES’ POV.

You knew it was her sister's bachelorette so you should have stayed at home. You didn't want to see her because you knew she would look absolutely stunning. And you didn't quite know if you could control yourself. You knew she would be down soon to leave so you made a lame excuse to Scott and tried to leave before you saw her. You were in the clear you had made it outside and into the elevator before she had left. That was until you saw a small hand reach into the elevator just before the doors were about to close pushing on the edge so the doors would reopen. Shit, you mentally cursed. The moment you laid eyes on her your breath hitched in your throat. Just as you thought she would be, she was stunning. A beautiful green dress that hugged her figure perfectly, slit up the side revealing the perfect amount of leg. You groaned moving slightly to adjust the small problem that had just occurred in your pants, hoping that she wouldn't have noticed. You heard a small scoff release from her mouth a blush creeping up your cheeks at the thought of being caught. You dared a quick glance at her expecting to see a look of disgust on her face. However, to your surprise, she just looked irritated at being stuck in the same place as you.

READER POV.

All of a sudden the elevator halted to a stop, the lights cutting out and the backup generator flickering to release some light back into the confined space.

“Oh for fuck's sake" you sighed. You were desperate to get to your sister’s bachelorette and out of the small space, you were stuck in with Stiles. Now you were definitely going nowhere. You pressed the help button repeatedly hoping that someone would free you as soon as possible. However you got no response, you were stuck.

You must have been sat there at least 25 minutes when the cold started to get to you. You really should have grabbed a coat but you were already running late so you forgot to lift it. You knew stiles would make a dig if he knew you were cold so you tried to play it off. After another 20 minutes of waiting you couldn't help when you teeth involuntary started to chatter. You looked to your left a small smirk plastered on his smug face.

“if you wore more appropriate clothes you wouldn't be so cold” he jeered at you.

All you wanted to do was smack him in the face and call him a bloody asshole. However, you plastered on a fake smile and jeered back.

“It’s my sister's bachelorette. What else am I supposed to wear? I’m not a fucking nun"

He clearly wasn't impressed as a scowl now rested on his features. You'd clearly pissed him off and he was having none of it. The words that rolled off his tongue next were rude and unnecessary and you could feel yourself having to hold back your tears.

“ Of course you're not a nun. You constantly dress like a hooker!”

Your blood was boiling and you'd had enough of his shit. This was the last comment he was ever going to make about the way you dressed and you were going to make god damn sure of it.

“ Are you fucking shitting me, Stiles!” You yelled. You'd reached beyond boiling point and his face proved he had said the worst thing possible.

“ I am not a slut and fuck you for making me feel like shit. I heard what you had to say to Scott about me being inappropriate and making comments on how I dress. I never wear anything too revealing because sometimes I fucking hate my body Stiles okay! I find it hard to look in the mirror and actually like things about myself so when I do feel good about it I should be able to flaunt it.” by this point tears had begun to stream down your face. You were angry and disgusted at the fact he hated you so much.

“(Y/N) …. I…” he tried but you cut him off not ready to be done with your argument.

“No Stiles. For weeks you have made me feel awful about myself and the way I look to the point I've cried myself to sleep. But god knows you're not worth my tears. You made me hate myself and for that…. God for that I hate you so damn much.” You were done. Exhausted from finally lifting this heavy weight of your chest. You looked to stiles and what looked like tears pooled in his eyes.

“God (Y/N) I am so so sorry. I never once wanted to make you feel like that. To me, you are literally breathtaking and I can't tear my eyes away from you. I have never seen someone so perfect it my entire life. I hate myself so much for even making you think I thought any of that about you. And the conversation with Scott, I called it inappropriate because every goddamn time I see you you turn me on so much. You are so attractive and sometimes I physically have to restrain myself from pushing you up against the wall and kissing the shit outta you.”

The tears had stopped falling and you realized you had totally misread the situation.

“I never even realized” you started reaching for his arm to express how sorry you were. “I'm really sorry Stiles I didn't even think. God I'm so sorry” you pleaded for forgiveness even though you could see in his eyes he wasn't ready to forgive and forget. That look didn't stop you from moving closer to him. As much as he made you feel so bad about yourself you hadn't heard the part of the conversation where he had confessed his feelings for you. Which begged the question why didn't he tell you? Why didn't he act on It? You pulled up all the courage you had.

“If you liked me so much Stiles then why didn't you act on it.”

He looked at you and sighed “ You were so horrible about my best friend (Y/N). I heard you bitching about him to your sister and then you're so nice to his face. If you hated him being so messy you could have just said rather than hating on him behind his back.” He said glaring at you clearly still pissed about the whole situation. You sighed a small smile on your face.

“I guess we're both good at missing the end of the conversation” you laughed.

Stiles cleared his throat looking confused to what you were getting at.

“You only heard part of the conversation Stiles. Yes, I said Scott constantly leaves a mess but I was telling my sister about how I was just as bad. That I leave a mess at my arse all the time and that we both need to be kicked into shape. I wasn't trying to hate on him, Stiles. I love Scott to bits I wouldn't ever want Scott to think I hated him.”

You saw a smirk grace Stiles’ lips. You both came to the realization that the pair of you had completely misheard and misread the entire situation. You both began to giggle the very sound of his laughter giving you butterflies. All you could do was step forward and give him a hug.

“I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding Stiles. I never meant to make you hate me.”

“god (Y/N) I could never hate you. For the last 3 years, I haven't stopped thinking about you. Thinking about hugging you, being with you, k-kissing you” he stumbled out bringing his gaze down to meet yours.

“I know what was stopping you before. But what's stopping you now” you smirked licking your lips.

Before anything else could be said you crashed your lips up against his in a desperate passionate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, his hands roaming all over your body. Yours instinctively doing the same….only your hands were removing articles of clothing off of him exposing his toned chest and shoulders. This is the first you had seen him without his shirt, you knew he worked out but …. His stomach was like an ironing board. You couldn’t help but run your hands over his stomach and chest tracing the outlines of the muscles in his skin. He continued to kiss down from your mouth to your neck and shoulders. You hadn’t even noticed that he had removed your dress as you were so mesmerized by his chest, but the kisses along your neck and shoulders brought you back to him and how you had been longing for this. Granted the dark disabled elevator wasn’t part of the original daydream but this would do. You returned his kisses and felt his hands going to undo the buttons of his pants but he stopped and pulled away from you and the kiss. You opened your eyes a little bit of hurt lacing them until you realized why the power had returned and the elevator was moving again. He helped you put your dress back on and he pulled his shirt back over his shoulders. As the doors to the elevator opened he put his arm around you and walked you out to your car. He smiled at you and asked when you would be back from the party. You thought about it and replied “I might be knocking at your door around midnight” with a sly smile on your face. And with that, you continued on your way to the bachelorette keeping in mind you still wanted to be sober enough to give consent if anything more did go on when you got back to Stiles apartment.

You were the last one to the party, but after you explained to your sister about the elevator incident in your building, while leaving some more personal details out, she was glad you were able to make it. You spent some time with your sister and her friends laughing as the night went on, a certain someone constantly on your mind. You took part in the slutty scavenger hunt opting to leave the more risque tasks to be completed by the other girls, you couldn't do that to Stiles. The thought of him, being near him had your stomach doing flips. You couldn't wait to get away and to finish what you had started. You had glanced at your watched realizing you hadn't been out for long. You would feel guilty for ditching your sister so early so you swallowed your eagerness to leave and tried to enjoy yourself as much as you could. As you slowly sipped on your third drink you noticed a slim built guy with obvious toned muscles approaching your table and your sister. Shit! Your sister's bridesmaids had gotten her a stripper. You continued to nurse your drink you ears filled with laughter and whooping as the stripper took off his clothes. Looking at his toned chest all you could think of was Stiles and the way your hand slipped down his effortlessly. The way the stripper moved made you think of Stiles and how he would hold you and keep you close to his body, his toned chest pressing against yours. You could feel the growing ache between your legs as you tried to create some friction. You quickly took a glance at your watch, you had to get out of here you needed to see Stiles.

After some quick lies about needing to take care of some minor details for a class, you were able to slip away from the party a little tipsy but determined. You were going to sleep with Stiles tonight. What happened in the elevator kept playing on your mind at the party only increasing your desire for what may be hidden under his tight khaki pants. As you got to his building you realized this was actually happening and you had no second thought about it as you hit the button for his floor and watched doors close hoping that this elevator wouldn’t cut out on you. Luckily it didn’t, you stepped out and walked down the hall to his door and knocked. No response. Knocking again you still received no response. “Okay one last time” you sighed as you brought your knuckles down against the door. This time he answered sleep in his eyes, wearing nothing but some tight boxers revealing his sizeable package which made you blush. “ What do you want,” he said in a half grumble half whisper. “ I told you midnight didn’t I ?” at the sound of your voice he snapped out of his half slumber and immediately closed the door enough so that just his head was peeking through the door.color had rushed to his cheeks as he realized that you had kept your promise. “Let me put some shorts on,” he said trying to close the door. “No” you purred pressing your hand against the door keeping him from closing it “ all I could think about tonight was that damn elevator and what we did. We are doing this now” you pushed your way in showing a little dominance, only for him to close the door behind you and shove you up against it immediately planting his lips against yours and reaching behind you for the zipper of your dress. Before you could even catch a second breath he had your dress off. Your hands wandered his body finding their way to the front of his boxers. You could feel him growing stiff as you grabbed what you could through the material and gave him a little tease. You were suddenly being lifted in the air and carried across the room all while continuing to kiss him. Your back crashed against the soft crumpled sheet on his bed. It felt like he was worshipping your body kissing your neck down to your breast and continuing on down to your stomach and hips. Then moving back up to kiss you. You had been aching all night for this and you could feel the heat coming from his body only making the desire grow stronger. He moved back down your body tracing patterns with his fingers and lips before moving to the hem of your panties and slowly pulling them down your legs. His hands moved to your inner thighs as he kissed up your legs and thighs slowly moving closer and closer. You let out a small moan as the heat of his breath drew closer. “Please…..Stop…..Teasing” you managed between heavy breaths as he kissed closer and closer. He forced your hand you grabbed his hair and steered him to your clit you could feel his smile between your legs as he went to kiss your clit you let out a small moan. Then he really began to work on you tracing patterns and repeating the ones that you reacted to the most. You kept a tuft of his hair in your hand and had the other in a fistful of sheets. He really knew his way around. And he was displaying it now. “More… Give ...Me ….More” Stiles was more than happy to oblige. He stopped his assault on your clit and slipped his body back up to meet yours. You could feel him align his hard cock against your soaked cunt, sliding in with minimal effort. He started rocking his hips against yours, needy moans escaping both your lips. As he thrust into you he slipped his tongue to the crook of your neck licking and biting purple marks onto your skin. The overstimulation was starting to get to you and you could feel the fire in your stomach beginning to blaze. You were close the almost screams releasing from your throat a clear indication of that. You could feel Stiles’ smirk against your neck as he knew you were seconds away from losing all control. He started to speed up his thrusts, his finger reconnecting with your clit to push you over the edge. He gave a fast sharp thrust that threw you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you. He could feel your muscles constrict against his cock milking out his orgasm shortly after yours. The sound of your names rolling of your tongues and heavy breathing was all that could be heard as you came down from the mind shattering orgasms.

“Holy shit… that was… wow,” he whispered out breathily. A small giggle erupted from your chest as you pulled yourself into his side, hand resting on his chest.

“That was… wow” you giggled as you placed a quick kiss to they spatter of hair across his chest. He pulled you in closer to him a huge smile on his face.

“I'm glad I told you how I feel (Y/N). All this hating each other was really getting exhausting.” He laughed.

“Yeah, I'm glad too Stiles. Really glad.” You smiled back. A look of fear suddenly washed over Stiles' face as he turned on his side to face you.

“How the bloody hell are we gonna tell Scott” he questioned.

You once again smiled up to him placing a kiss on his forehead as you snuggled in even further.

“we'll worry about that later babe. Just now all I want is to cuddle you and forget about everything else.” you smiled your eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“babe… I like that” he whispered leaving a kiss on your forehead as his eyes began to slowly close too.

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ts-hvv4 · 5 years ago

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EPISODE ELEVEN: “MAYBE IM PARANOID OR MAYBE IM ABOUT TO GET CLAPPED” - LUKAS

This game is genuinely getting to me. With all the world going mad and panic’d, my schedule and thoughts has been all over the place. I’ve come to realize that a lot of the people in the game require actual effort to talk to because in games, you kind of have to be ON all the time in order to get your point across, be nice, or to avoid slipping up. But it’s getting overrated for me. I’m an introvert and at the moment, talking to these people requires too much of my energy when all I really want to do is cuddle with my boyfriend or hang out with friends I may never see again because they might leave my college campus at any moment. Since my college is completely virtual for the rest of the semester, I may graduate before saying goodbye to some people I truly care about. It’s all very surreal and depressing. I no longer really care to hear about what Sharifa’s doing when I know she’s just plotting stuff with other people while I’m talking to her. Why waste my breath? I could just sit and do nothing and not worry about this considering I’m not getting anything real out of it. I’ve had fun for a bit but now it’s overwhelming. One of my biggest outlets just left the game because there’s some people who are too content with just allowing a CLEAR trio of people with 2 idols stay in the game unchallenged. Yet, I can’t even do anything about it myself. I don’t have the numbers and I already fucked up by trying to make amends with Jake in the first place. Which is what gave that trio another idol. Oops. The worst part about it is that I’ve genuinely tried to be a good ally to those who I’ve felt have been good allies to me. I was fully on board to take out Sharifa and fucked my own game to tell Lukas the truth. Now, any time I talk to him, I feel like I’m talking to someone completely different. Like talking to a person who could go crazy at any point. The week after, I tried SHEEPING an alliance that I knew had too much power but wasn’t going to do anything about because I figured I needed their safety. But while I was doing that, they decided to fuck me over last second and try to completely vote me out. Why? Cause they were paranoid because I was being loyal. This week, I considered taking out Kurt but realized it wouldn’t happen. Yet, since the damage has been done by everyone already, why wouldn’t they take out my closest ally? Why give a fuck about me when they can just do whatever they want anyways? No reason to. They can just do and say whatever and have fun doing it. Now, I get to decide if this challenge is worth me trying to win or not. If I win, they can target someone else. Someone they all just talked about votes with. If I lose, they can vote me and I don’t have to deal with their bs anymore. It’s kind of a win-win not gonna lie. But if I win the challenge and STILL nothing happens, I’m just gonna be straight up annoyed. I’ll be frustrated and care even less about what happens which is wild considering all that I just wrote. But realistically, the vote would probably just go to Sarah or Ned anyways. Take out an inac or someone who might have an idol/power. Compared to the wild card Lukas who is following them or the overly nice person they shit on all the time (in Malik). So meh. We’ll see how much time I want to waste tomorrow but rn I’m not feeling it that much.

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I won immunity holy FUCK. 940583 people tied, again, but I won the tie breaker, again. Lukas is going around calling me a comp threat sldkfjs SIS I WON A STAY UP ALL NIGHT CHALLENGE, A “HEY WHAT’S YOUR COLOR” CHALLENGE, A GUESS A NUMBER BETWEEN 1 AND 4 CHALLENGE, AND A FILM A VIDEO OF YOU EATING WHILE YOU TALK CHALLENGE LKAJDSFLKSJDLFKJ ITS NOT THAT DEEP!!! Stephanie voice: You want to call me a threat? I’ll show you how threatening I am. I’ve been cooking up a lil plan for tribal and the best part about it, no one knows I’m at the center of it. Operation backstab Jake is commencing in 5, 4, 3, 2…. Everyone is scared about Jake, Kurt and I being a trio and they want to split us up. Why is everyone scared you ask? Because Jake fucked us over by spilling our tea to Nicklas and not disclosing that relationship to us. It’s just funny because I remember how mad Jake got at me, when I let him know I was pissed. Jake spilling the alliance to Nicklas and telling him I was going after Sarah, is the whole ENTIRE reason why I almost went home at top 11. It’s the whole ass reason why Nicklas had enough information to expose me. It has been a wrench in my plans since the merge. What Nicklas wasn’t prepared for is the fact that I can adapt to whatever situation that is thrown at me, and I’ve been able to shift gears, adjust, and keep on driving down the highway. Part of that adjusting though is getting rid of the target on my back from this trio. Winning this immunity was high key crucial. By me being immune, and Kurt having the social game he has, the only member of the Gross Sisters that people can get the votes on is Jake. The smartest thing for the The Butterflies to do was to plant the seeds and reap the harvest. Just nudge nudge Malik/Lukas/Sarah to something they already want to do, just don’t realize they would have the votes for. Oh just in case if I haven’t updated, The Butterflies consists of Ned, Kurt and myself, named because when I told Ned to be smooth with his game play, he responded “I’ll be as smooth as a butterfly” FLSKDJ got to love the straights <3. Ned and Kurt have a tendency to overthink, they’re really nervous about the execution of the move, and I am to. Because Jake has an idol, and he has enough info to blow up all our games. Voting him out is like trying to deactivate a bomb. One cut of the wrong wire and BOOOOOOOM, we’re dead. Because of that we have to make sure that this doesn't get back to Nicklas. To help stall, I’m telling literally everyone I can get my hands on that I want to vote Nicklas out. That bridge is already burned so might as well keep lighting it on fire hehe. If the destraction vote is Nicklas, than that can hopefully justify my shady behavior to Nicklas and Jake. Hell, maybe Jake would play the idol on Nicklas, which would be beautiful. The thing I’m most worried about is Malik or Lukas approaching Nicklas with the plan to vote out Jake. If they do it’s imperative I organize a split vote. 4 votes on Jake, 2 votes on Nicklas, and 2 votes on Sarah. It will suck because Jake will be left in the game with ample time to expose Ned, Kurt and I, but at least Nicklas will be gone and Jake will have lost some power. Malik and Lukas are already plotting, thinking this is their idea, and Sarah approached me acting like she talked about it with Malik and not Lukas. IM TELLING YALL SARAH AND LUKAS ARE TIGHT AKLSDJF THEY CAN TRY TO HIDE IT FROM ME BUT IM THE QUEEN OF SECRET ALLIANCES. So Sarah brought up voting out Jake and I acted all morally conflicted, said I needed the night to think about it. Sarah can be really flighty so I need her to think she’s in the driver seat. I feel awful. I'm promising an end game and everything, I even made a final 3 with her and Ned, but I need to do what I need to do, to get The Butterflies to the end. Plus I think she’s high key playing me because her and Lukas are def something. I made a deal if we did Jake this time, she HAS to use her vote steal to get out Nicklas right after. I’m pretty sure this is going to be a double tribal, and that’s when I’ve been planning to take Jake and Nicklas out in one fell swoop. This plan is so fragile, and can literally blow up at any second, but if I don’t make this move, I know Jake will not let me touch final 3. My game has always been taking people out, before they could take me out, and that’s just what I have to try to do. If this move does work, final 7 is going to be tricky tricky, if Ned, Kurt and I can make it past it, we’re almost home free, but everyone is going to want to take a shot at me if I lose immunity. Kurt and I have talked about him being the one to pull the trigger. He’s going to go around saying it’s time to take a shot at me, and we’ll see who goes with it, and who won’t. The idea is forcing Sarah into using her steal a vote to help me get out Nicklas. If it is a double tribal, everything is going to happen fast, I just need to make sure I keep myself grounded and calm. I know this jury is bitter as fuck at me right now. And as my body count gets higher and higher, so does the salt level. But even though it seems impossible, I am WINNING this game I swear to God. I have fought tooth and nail, I’ve run this season, and I will take my rightful place on the throne, with my third crown.

So this vote will go one of two ways: 1) Jake or Sarah go home, which are both fine by me. I would die for Jake to be taken out since he’s so distant towards me, but if Sarah goes due to some shifty shit I’m fine with it. Kurt and I have been working soooo hard on getting the votes on Jake, and we think we have Malik and Ned and maybe even Sarah. But Sharifa is still on her warpath towards Nicklas and Jake wants Sarah, so who knows. 2) Either Kurt or I go home. People have been eerily quiet around me and I know that in this season, that’s a bad omen (as Matt and Dennis have proven). So maybe I’m paranoid, or maybe I’m about to get clapped. All I know is that if I survive this round and a potential live round tonight, this game will be more in my hands than it ever has been.

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kpop4dummies · 8 years ago

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Track and Field

This is something that came from my mind because summer homework sucks and I’m secretly trash for Kim Mingyu. This is actually my first scenario/imagine/drabble/ect so go easy. Nevertheless, enjoy! - Fay <3

(Photo not mine, credits to @seventeen.boys)

Genre: Fluff, HighSchool!AU

Word Count: 2,028

POV: Third Person

You were one of the best athletes at school. A top-notch, promised track runner among the girls’ track and field team. Although school work and extra curricular activities can pile you up, running was always your outlet to relaxation. It was always an exciting time whenever the season came up, when the flowers were blooming, the weather getting warmer and warmer as the days go by. It was even more exciting when it came to co-ed track and field meets where it’s the classic boys versus girls meet. When the coaches told the boys jokingly to take it easy on the girls, oh man did you kick ass on those days. It was kind of cute to see the result of having butt hurt boys having their pride hurt because they lost to a girl on the long distance run. Nothing could be more perfect in your eyes.

And the one meet that was co-ed was always the last meet of the season. When it came up, you couldn’t be anymore excited. Shot-put and discus had already finished their events and it was almost time for the relay event. This was one of your favorite events since the three who were competing with you were the only friends you had, and they could win this race without a doubt. But before the event came up, you four had the opportunity to be girls. You know, gawk at guys and maybe snack on something you shouldn’t. You didn’t particularly like to look at boys since there was always something better to talk about.

“Ooh, what about him?”

“No way, Jiah. Remember what happened when I went after guys like him? Just talks about his cologne and how nice he looks. Never again.”

Your group giggled before they went to look at the other boys’ track and field teams. It was normal among your group of friends, they were interested in guys that they possibly could have a chance with because of a similar interest to track. However, you’re more focused on the chips in your hand than looking for a romantic partner. Dating never appealed to you and honestly, the boys who came to the track meets weren’t your type. That was until the boys’ track and field team from a different school had someone who was able to level with your skills.

He was the one and only, Kim Mingyu.

You’ve heard of him before, most high schools know about him. Although he was a high school athlete, he practically had his own fanbase. He had the girls already falling for him, making posters, and stalking him whenever they got the chance. He lived the life of the star athlete. And how did you know? He was your childhood friend and your first love.

Until you were seven, he was your older brother figure. A best friend that lived next door and would tease you and protect you from bullies. He liked to tease you with the, “but I’m older than you!” line. And you would fire back with your, “by like three months!” line. But looking back on those days made your heart clench and throb. Why? Because it reminded you that you had a big fat crush on him. Like, the biggest crush that you had to hide it. The day he moved away was the day your little childhood heart was shooken up and broken. You even forced yourself not to cry.

After several years later, you thought you gotten over your silly little crush on him. But it turns out that even years later, you still like him. And you realize that he’s gotten so handsome over time. His old silly haircut became gorgeous brown locks, those eyes gotten more dreamy than before, and that cute awkward grin turned into a beautiful crooked smile. You were so enraptured in his features that your friends had to literally shake you out of your dreamy state.

“Yah, (Y/N)~ She’s looking at that handsome boy over there~”

“Leave her alone, Jiyoung. This is the first time we’ve seen her gawk over anybody.”

You didn’t notice anything until you finally snapped out of your state, turning so fast to your friends you could’ve given yourself whiplash. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that you realized that you were actually back to reality. Wide eyed and shaking your head frantically, you reassured your friends that you were fine.

“No, I’m fine you guys. I swear, I’m just distracted.”

“Distracted by hottie over there, c’mon! (Y/N), you realize that is Mingyu. This may be your only chance before a fangirl steals him away from you!”

“I seriously doubt he’s gonna be after a fangirl, Minah. After all, I’m just another track runner. I’m no different than him,” you said while getting up from your spot on the grass, dusting off your shorts. You immediately went to look for a trashcan to throw out your chip bag, but not before bumping into someone on the way there.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

The voice from above you rumbled with soft laughter, looking down at you.

“Oops, didn’t see you there, bumblebutt.”

You perked up at the nickname, backing up a bit before you met with Mingyu’s eyes.

“(Y/N), do you not remember me? How is my bumblebutt doing?~” he teased you, chuckling softly and patting your head a bit. If he got any closer, he would feel how hard your heart was beating.

“How can I ever forget about my butterbun?” That nickname alone made you both giggle, playful punches on the arm being given to you both. You both exhanged little glances and even did your old handshake. You were even surprised that you remembered it from years ago.

After a couple minutes of talking, you discovered that he took an interest to track and field after moving to his new neighborhood. His high school was described to be huge, prestigious and somewhat high class. Or at least a little better than the high school you currently attended. Awkward and cute Mingyu became handsome and pretty popular among the crowd. It surprised you and him both. You even told him about what’s been going on in your life, the usual track and field practices and how piled up on school work you were. He was even proud at the fact that you can deal with the bullies now.

During the middle of your conversation, the event for the relay called over the different schools. It turns out that your school and his were in the relay together. Little jokes were thrown around between you two before taking your positions on the track. And this was the time were you were teased by your friends again, poking fun at you and playing around for a bit.

“Yah, get on in your positions you three. It’s time to get serious,” you said in the middle of your fits of giggles.

As the countdown time was decreasing, you turned back so that you’re able to see Jiyoung about 500 feet away. You were the one closest behind the finish line, so you had to be quick. The starting pistol went off, and the relay began. Soon, your heart was pounding out of your chest after a few laps. Your legs were beginning to ache and your throat craved for hydration. The last few drops of moisture began to slip from your pores, which added to the sheen of sweat covering your body.

Luckily, this last lap was all on you. The make or break of the season. Once handed the baton, you dashed off as quick as you can. Everything almost became a blur, the cheering from the crowd, the blinding sunlight, and the chants of your fellow track mates. You can no longer feel the ache in your legs, the gentle heat radiating from your body, and it was blissful. Until you stopped in your tracks.

Once again, the girls’ track team have won the relay. Your team made it and got to the top of it all. That was your highlight of the last meet of the year.

Despite that, you went to try and look for Mingyu, only to be surrounded by his fanbase along with the rest of his relay competitors. Something in your heart discouraged you to approach him, your hopes of finally being able to talk to him letting you down in the dumps. Instead of waiting up for him, you decided to just go home, grabbing your overloaded duffel bag and calling your mom to pick you up. After all, it’s not like you’re even gonna see him again after that meet.

After coming come, you went to your room and crashed on your bed. The plush, cool sheets pressing against your skin. A soft exhale left your lips as your arms waved around your bed to make a little bed angel. Your mind was still caught up with Mingyu, how basically nothing changed between you two except for the fact that you both grew up a little. And that he got even more attractive than when you were both in elementary school. Those were the days that’ll be missed. And you won’t even get to see him again.

And at that moment, your phone went off in your bag. You quickly got up from your position on the bed and reached over for it, an unknown number with a text message lighting up your phone.

[5:49] Hey bumblebutt! It’s me, Mingyu :D

You felt your heart skip a couple of beats. You actually had to pinch your self and punch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. And it was a dream come true. You're finally talking to your crush after all these years.

[5:50] is this really Mingyu?

[5:50] Who else calls you bumblebutt?? Of course it’s me.

[5:50] I will honestly be so mad if you were pranking me right now XD

[5:51] You know I’ll only do that to you physically. Over the phone is not as fun, haha :3

A little smile appeared on your face, rolling onto your stomach on your bed as you read his messages.

[5:51] Oh, btw (Y/N), congratulations on the relay! I wanted to see you after the meet to say that. Where were you?

[5:52] I went home! And I would’ve come up and talk with you. if only a couple of fangirls weren’t in the way >>

[5:52] Uh oh, Bumblebutt sounds jealous that her ButterBun has fangirls~

[5:52] c’mon, don’t do that to me ButterBun~

[5:53] I’m teasing you, haha. But I swear, I really was looking for you after the whole meet. I missed talking to my best friend :(

A little blush began to color your cheeks, covering your face even though no one was around. You began to lose your color after he didn’t reply after a couple of minutes. The cloud that showed that he was typing was on there for awhile, even exiting the app and opening it again made no change. Panic set in until he finally sent his message.

[5:56] Listen (Y/N), we haven’t talked in awhile and well, I would like to meet up one day? Maybe get food or something with the guys?

[5:57] three minutes to say that?

[5:57] …

[5:57] yes.

[5:57] lol you dork. Of course I’ll meet you. Just give me the time and place, and we’re all set. That and some dresscode, hehe

[5:58] Oh! How about tomorrow at that one cafe down the street? The one we always went to after school with my mom?

[5:58] I haven’t been there in awhile. Sounds good to me, ButterBun.

[5:58] Oh, and dress casually Bumblebutt. I’ll let the guys now! :D

You set your phone down and shut it off. You lay there for a couple seconds before you rolled on to your side. A little squeal escaped your lips as you squirmed around in your bed. Nothing can be more perfect than this.

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piesforjack · 8 years ago

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3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks” I forgot to add, Zimbits please

oooh this one is so flippin cute!! y’know how some fics just…get away from you? me, with this fic. it’s SO MUCH LONGER than i intended it to be oops!!

okay here we go…this is an AU where jack never went into the NHL and never wanted to, they both still go to samwell etc., just no NHL. warnings for wildly inaccurate barista knowledge and teeth rotting fluff ahead!!

The first day Bitty noticed the stool was a groggy Tuesday morning that had him out of bed far earlier than he would’ve liked. Bitty was southern as all get out, so he knew passive aggressive like no one else, but this didn’t scream passive aggressive, oh no, this shouted chirp chirp CHIRP. He knew he was being chirped, but for the love of all that is holy is that a label with MY name?!

Sure enough, placed right beside the tall cabinet where they stored all their syrups and toppings and spare cups and straws, was a little two-step stool emblazoned with a white label with big black font reading “ERIC”. Bitty grumbled to himself. Everyone he worked with had made the short jokes before at one time or another, but there was only one person who worked at Mon Petit Choux that still–annoyingly, stubbornly–called Bitty “Eric”. This joke had Jack Zimmermann written all the fuck over it. Jack Fucking Zimmermann, big ass, bigger biceps, blue as the sea swim-worthy eyes, shoulders broader than they had any right to be, thick thighs worthy of a worship, and a sense of humour drier than plain toast. Basically, a nightmare disguised as Bitty’s Godforsaken dreams.

“Technically, it has your name written all over it but…” Chowder snickered, Bitty hadn’t realized he’d said any of that out loud. Electing to ignore Chowder’s sass, Bitty went to the break room to plop his stuff down, grab his apron, and check the to-do list for the day. He didn’t have time for this pedestrian humour, Bitty had a job to do.

“Oh, would you look at that! Jack’s on the schedule today, says he’ll be here from one ‘til close!” Chowder flashed the work schedule towards Bitty as he spoke, a smirk becoming clearer and clearer on his face. Jack typically worked evenings, that wasn’t too much of a shock, as Bitty was usually right there alongside him, using and abusing Jack’s height and musculature to his advantage (not in all the ways Bitty had imagined, mind you…) But as the world would have it, with the change in season, the cafe owner had hired a new kid, someone who went by “Tango”, and he’d swapped Bitty to the morning shifts while Tango got settled in. Tango’s first shift was today, he remembered only because Jack had brought it up two days ago when they were closing up.

“I noticed we won’t be working together anymore,” Jack started slowly. “At least, for a while. For the new guy, I guess.”

“No, I purposely switched so I don’t have to put up with your chirps about my stature anymore, Mister Zimmermann.” Bitty smiled softly as he propped up the chairs onto the table tops.

“But who will reach all the syrups when the ones we have are empty? Who will haul the box of cocoa powder up and down at your every beck and call?” Jack challenged with an even softer smile, the kind that gave him soft lines around his eyes. Bitty rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp, honestly, I should’ve asked to switch sooner!” Bitty rolled the mopping bucket towards himself. Jack’s face took a slightly sour turn, his smile flagging a little, his laugh lines retreating. Bitty wanted to say something, needed to say something, but Jack had become engrossed in sorting the receipts instead of looking at him. Bitty felt his heart twinge. There was a brief lapse of silence, the only sounds being crinkling paper and the slosh of the mop. Jack broke the silence, suddenly but softly.

“Could always sit on Lardo’s shoulders, the two of you are probably about normal height when stacked on top of each other.” Bitty could see Jack’s smirk as he kept his eyes trained on the pieces of paper he was shuffling.

Bitty huffed out a laugh, his stomach swooping as Jack looked up to double check that his joke had landed, locking his eyes with Bitty’s.

“Well I never,” Bitty daintily placed his hand to his chest, his other hand coming up to fan himself dramatically. “I do declare, you Monsieur Zimmermann, are…are…deplorable!”

“Oh no, not deplorable.” Jack teased as he started to count change in the till.

“I do declare! Deplorable, incorrigible, unfathomably rude! Wait ‘til I tell the bridge ladies about this, they’ll be in such a shock! Good heavens, Mary-Lou might just faint!” Bitty continued his dramatic southern-belle facade, if only to keep Jack’s eyes on him and to keep the grin on his lips. “How very dare you tease me in such a way! Do you converse with your mama in such a manner? Simply uncouth!”

“Sprout a few inches taller and I’ll lay down my armour at your feet, ma’am.” Jack teased back. Bitty couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a full on snort, laughing harder than he had in a while, his southern-belle facade crumbling with each hearty chuckle. He would miss this, the lighthearted chirping, even if it was just a temporary change.

“Would that I could, Jack, would that I could,” Bitty wiped at the few tears that had escaped from his laughing fit. “Maybe I’ll invest in those platform shoes, or maybe a nice pair of heels, that might do the trick.” Bitty joked as he finished mopping up the floor. Jack’s face shifted slightly, quicker than Bitty could catch, before it returned to its smirking exterior.

“I’d love to see you try to work a whole shift in heels.” Jack’s cheeks tinged a little pinker, hands fumbling with some bills. Bitty felt his breath catch before covering it up with another rambunctious laugh, Jack joined in this time. Yeah, Bitty was gonna miss this.

Jack still working the closing shifts and noting Bitty’s shift change definitely explained how the stool appeared here just in time for Bitty’s first string of morning shifts.

“Great, I can give him his fuddy duddy stool back and tell him where to shove it.” Bitty smiled all too brightly. Chowder only laughed, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh as if, you and I both know that stool is a Godsend. You can finally stop using Jack as a personal butler. Oh Jack, darlin’, can you fetch me some more straws! Oh Jack, sweetheart, can you put this box of napkins back in the cabinet? Jack? Honey, can you please fetch that pesky box of lids? Gosh darn Jack you’re so big and strong!” Chowder teased with an over-zealous and over enunciated attempt at a southern accent. “Not like you really want to stop, but.” Chowder waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh you shush your mouth, Jack is my friend and just like any good friend he helps me out, and doesn’t chirp me to death before 7AM!” Bitty huffed, he knew his cheeks were tinging pink but he couldn’t help it. Having a woefully unrequited crush on a straight co-worker was very much not the kind of thing Bitty ever wanted for himself, and yet, here he was, flushed up to his ears at some light chirping from Chowder of all people. Chowder was the one co-worker and friend of Bitty’s who routinely apologized after making jokes. Apparently, sweet and kind Chowder didn’t make an appearance until after the cafe was open.

Attempting to stave off further teasing, Bitty went ahead and started popping the pastries that Jack and Lardo had prepped into the oven. Jack’s lattices on the mini pies were coming along nicely, although he could still tell which ones were Jack’s and which ones weren’t, which said a lot for how much farther he had left to go in terms of improvement. Bitty was proud nonetheless.

“Dear Lord, mister Zimmermann, it’s like you’ve never used your hands for anything other than carryin’ history books and typin’ history papers!” Bitty huffed, a little chortle as he watched Jack clumsily fumble with the delicate strips of pastry.

Jack’s cheeks tinged a soft pink, the kind that made Bitty think of carnations and candy floss, but his lips curved into a gentle smirk.

“I could tell you a lot about what my hands can do, but I think it’d be better to show you,” Bitty’s heart stopped beating for a moment, he felt like he could fall over at any second. “Things you can’t even imagine, Eric.”

Jack was already standing so close, rather, Bitty was already standing so close to Jack. Jack turned his body to face Bitty more fully, he leaned closer and rested his hands on the counter Bitty was leaning on, effectively boxing him in between his arms. Bitty licked his bottom lip before biting down on it. He could feel Jack’s breathe ghost across his face and his eyes fluttered in anticip–

Jack reached up and grabbed a jar of preserves off the top shelf, bringing it down to Bitty’s eye level. Bitty choked on air before huffing out a surprised and somewhat manic laugh. Another short joke, he should’ve known.

Jack’s eyes crinkled as he took a step back. His cheeks were still a pleasant rosy shade, maybe even a bit more crimson. He was chuckling along with Bitty, a twinkle in his eye.

Bitty’s daydreaming was interrupted by Chowder calling up for his help.

“Bits, can you do me a favour and grab some new cups? The delivery guy is here,” Chowder only looked a little bit smug. “Unless, of course, you’d rather haul four 25 kilogram sacs of flour up the stairs and into the stock room?” Bitty was going to file for workplace harassment the moment his shift ended.

“Be gone with you, child.” Bitty shooed him off as he dusted his hands off on his apron. Chowder chortled as he slipped into the back to greet the delivery man.

Stepping into the front of house, Bitty turned to face The Cabinet™. With his hands on his hips, Bitty tilted his head back to find the shelf so kindly and artfully labelled “CUPS” in a swirly chalk print, courtesy of Lardo, the fellow Short. He sighed inwardly, trying to determine how much of a running start he could get to try and jump to snag the box. It was a stupid idea, he knew that, but he would not use the stool, no sir, no ma’am. Bitty stared challengingly at the cabinet, willing it to shrink a foot or four.

Just as Bitty was about start jumping for it (as if that idea was any better) he felt his phone buzz in his apron pocket.

Jack: Good morning, Eric. How are things? :-)

Bitty grumbled at how endearing Jack’s stupid smiley face was. He tapped out a quick reply, huffing as if he was truly annoyed.

Bitty: It’s not even 7AM, shouldn’t you be asleep, unconscious, unable to chirp?

Just as Bitty was about to slip his phone away another text came through.

Jack: Did you get my gift? Custom label, just for you :-)

Bitty softly sighed, no matter how infuriating (read as: nauseatingly adorable) the relentless chirping may have been, he had to admit Jack was darn cute when he thought he was being clever.

Bitty: What gift? The step stool? Oh I threw it out. Into the dumpster. Gone forever. Rude and unnecessary, Mister Zimmermann. The bridge ladies will be appalled.

Bitty slipped his phone away, sighing heavily as he silently admitted defeat. Reaching out, Bitty snagged the step stool and placed it in front of himself. Bitty ran his thumb along the label, it was an embossed label, clearly not one of the cafes kind. Bitty idly wondered where Jack might’ve gotten it from.

Bitty didn’t hesitate too long, afraid he might get caught by Chowder at any second. Ascending to the steps, Bitty grabbed one of the boxes before descending and placing it on the front counter, he repeated it with each cup size until he had them all lined up to be unboxed and tucked away.

Eric went to check his phone to see if Jack had replied, with no such luck he tucked it away and turned to the counter to start unpacking the cups.

Just as he finished up the first box, Chowder came back and looked between Bitty and the step stool, a cheesy smirk taking over his face.

“So. You actually did it,” Chowder began to unpack another box of cups. “I was half expecting to come back to find Jack himself reaching for it.” Chowder chuckled lightly, nudging Bitty’s arm with his elbow.

Why didn’t I think of that!? Bitty thought. Would serve him right, bringin’ this godforsaken stool around here…

“Oh please, he doesn’t work mornings and you know that.” Bitty refrained from mentioning that he knew Jack was awake, even though he definitely didn’t need to be. Bitty pieced together that maybe (probably, most likely) Jack was only awake right now for the exclusive purpose of chirping Bitty. The thought of that alone made Bitty feel flustered in a way only Jack Zimmermann could make him feel.

“Can you finish this up? I’ve gotta get the rest of the breakfast pastries in the oven.” Bitty excused himself, slyly checking for a new text from Jack before he slipped into the back room. With nothing to be found, Bitty accepted that maybe Jack was genuinely awake this early for a real reason, maybe he was busy with whatever that was right now. Bitty didn’t let himself dwell on it, these pastries aren’t gonna heat themselves.

_X_

The morning rush was in full swing, today even busier than usual. The sun had decided to make an appearance for the first time in what felt like forever, so more people than usual were popping in for a morning brew and a fresh pastry to kick off the day. You could tell it was well and truly busy because neither Chowder nor Dex, the second morning helper, said a word when Bitty plunked the stool around to grab various refills for syrups and straws and napkins.

With the constant movement and persistent case of morning scatterbrain, Bitty didn’t even notice Jack stroll in and wait in line until it was too late. They locked eyes: Jack, smug as he could be. Bitty, perched on his tiptoes on the stool reaching for the spare cinnamon, caught red handed.

Jack’s smile brightened somehow. Bitty felt himself turn pinker than raspberry coulis.

“I’m glad you didn’t throw it out,” Jack started, stepping out of line to lean right up against the counter. “I was getting worried that you were being serious.” Jack’s lips were particularly pink, as if he’d been chewing on them all morning. The cafe chatter and bustle carried on around them, but Bitty couldn’t pay anything else any mind with this Adonis of a man standing before him; His hair was slightly flopped, still damp, as if he’d just taken a shower before coming here, his t-shirt clung pleasantly to his chest and arms and waist, by God those silly work polos don’t do his waist a damn justice, the kind of fitted tee that made Bitty’s mouth drool on a bad day, but on a good day? Oh Lord save him. Bitty was at a loss, trying to tear his eyes away from Jack, Jack’s puffy, supple, spit-slick lips, his sharp, clean-shaven jawline, his high cheekbones…it was…a lot.

“I–I…” Bitty didn’t know where his sentence was going, he was momentarily stunned. Working with Jack in the evenings had never afforded him the privilege of seeing morning Jack with his tousled hair and his casual attire–as if seeing Jack in the standard work polo wasn’t also a struggle in its own right. Bitty was stunned.

“Do you…do you really hate it?” There’s an edge of worry in Jack’s tone as he leaned closer to the counter to lower his voice. Brows furrowed, Jack began to fidget with his fingers, a nervous tick Bitty could spot a mile away. “I mean, it was…it’s a silly joke I’m–I’m sorry if it really upset you, I thought it might help? If you…I guess if you need it? I just. Crisse. I–I didn’t mean to–” Bitty was quick to cut him off, not allowing himself to linger on the way Jack smelled. Absolutely ridiculously unfair.

“Where’d you get the label?” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed further still.

“Where’d I–what?” Jack was a little thrown off by the question.

“The label, it’s not one of ours, the cafes. Where’d you get it?” Bitty didn’t know where he was going with this either, but Lord have mercy he was not about to admit he found the stool gesture unfathomably endearing but he also couldn’t settle for Jack apologizing and feeling terrible when he really really didn’t have to.

“I–Lardo. Well, actually, Lardo’s boyfriend, euh, Shitty? He has one for…God knows what, but, he, euh, lent it to me. Just for this.” Jack swallowed self-consciously, fingers picking at the napkin display, fiddling with the cup sleeves.

“Well, thank you, I guess,” Bitty started, his own hands feeling clumsy and unsure. “I guess now I don’t need to bother you all the time for things,” Bitty let out a fake, humourless laugh that sounded dead even to his own ears. “That’ll be a nice change for you I guess.�� Bitty had never really thought about it like that before, maybe it was a little childish to flirt with Jack when he knew he had no chance, no less by using him for his height. As if Bitty constantly needed to count and recount and double-triple-quadruple check their powders and spare straws. Maybe it was a little too…obvious.

Jack’s eyes sought out Bitty’s almost frantically.

“T-that’s not what I meant, at all, Eric I–”

“Bitty! Can you–oh heeeeey Jack,” Chowder drawled, his whole posture screaming I TOLD YOU SO, even though Bitty wasn’t sure what Chowder had told him so about. “What brings you in so early? You don’t start until one, big guy!” Chowder was in the middle of restocking the pastry case. Bitty hadn’t noticed but the line had died down significantly, Dex was idly wiping down the front counter, whistling all nonchalant-like. Bitty felt himself swallow a lump in his throat.

“Uh, hey Chow. Yeah, I know, I just…uhm,” Jack trailed off, scratching the back of his head in such a way that put his beefy bicep on display in the best possible way. Bitty had not been prepared to be attacked in such a way.

“I saw your gift for Bits, it’s really great of you to do us all a favour like that. Hey! Now you don’t have to be his personal tall slave!” Chowder was teasing, Bitty could tell, Jack on the other hand seemed to stiffen up, his shoulders hunching in such a way that made Bitty want to reach out and squeeze the tight muscles in his neck and shoulders to get them back where they should be.

“I don’t mind doing those things for him, for you, Eric. I–” Jack stopped his eyes flicking to Chowder then Dex and back to Bitty again, almost like he was calculating the risk of his next words. “I like doing it for you. I just. I don’t know, I thought it would be a fun joke. I…to be honest, I didn’t really expect you to use it.” Jack shook his head, looking away as he spoke his next words. “Chirping you and getting things down for you a hundred times a day, no matter how unnecessary I know it is, it’s–it’s my favourite part of this job. The best part.” Jack’s eyes uncertainly looked up for Bitty’s. Bitty felt his mouth go dry at such a blatant and honest confession, in broad daylight in the middle of a very crowded cafe. This was nothing like how he’d imagined this going, not like he’d imagined it extensively, of course. No, no not at all. “I wouldn’t keep doing it if I didn’t want to, Eric, if I didn’t like doing it. Like…you, I–I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like you.” Bitty felt his jaw drop a little, his mouth slightly gaping.

“Oh Bitty look at that, it’s time for your break! Shoo, get out, carry this conversation on far away from here. Might I suggest the kitchen? The break room? The storage closet? Somewhere private and not here.” Chowder pushed on Bitty’s shoulders guiding him out and away from the front of house. Bitty went along without any resistance, even full well knowing he didn’t have a break for at least another hour and a half, his mind was still reeling from Jack’s words, a big ball of mush completely incapable of coming up with anything clever or intelligible to say.

It wasn’t until they were both in the kitchen, the door swung shut, that Bitty truly felt the weight of Jack’s words sink in and register.

“Eric, I–” Jack started.

“W-when you say,” Bitty started, his voice coming out cracked and hesitant. Bitty leaned on the counter for a little support. “When you say you like me, do you mean…like? H-how…what does that mean to you?” Bitty tried to force himself to make eye contact with Jack, but both him and Jack were having a hard time locking eyes with how nervous they both were.

“I–I meant it…exactly how I think you think I meant it.” Jack scratched at the back of his head again. Bitty took the opportunity to bravely test the boundaries of this new, tentative confession; reaching out, Bitty placed his fingers along the bulging muscle of Jack’s upper arm. Bitty gave a gentle squeeze before running his hand across the length of Jack’s arm to grab at his hand and bring it down for him to hold between them.

“Can you…tell me more?” Bitty started, slowly tangling his fingers with Jack’s, meeting no resistance or hesitance to indicate that Bitty was reading this wrong, oh no, Bitty was right on the money.

“I…think it might be easier if I–” Jack paused reaching his hand out to brush his fingertips across Bitty’s lips, his jaw, before settling on the crook of Bitty’s neck. “If I…show you.” Bitty only gave a slow nod, his eyes wide and sure.

Before Bitty could build it up too much in his head, Jack’s lips were softly pressed against his, just a press, but Jack was holding his jaw, and Bitty’s hand was still tangled in Jack’s and it felt wonderful. With a bout of bravery, Bitty pushed up onto his tiptoes, pressing into the kiss a bit more and allowing Jack to shift and adjust to the new angle, their lips sliding together in a seamless, effortless, simple, perfect way.

The kiss went on, lips gliding and shifting to make room for tongues and soft sighs. Bitty teetered on his toes ever-so-slightly and before he knew it Jack was picking him up by the hips, resting Bitty on the counter that he’d had been leaning against. Bitty fervently tried to ignore how good it felt to have Jack’s far larger hands clinging to his hips and waist in such a way that felt equal parts reassuring and possessive. Bitty’s mind drifted to other places he’d like Jack’s hands to go, but he didn’t linger on that thought for too long, this is our place of work for goodness sakes. Bitty reached out to tangle his fingers in the curly wisps of hair at the back of Jack’s neck, shivering at the low groan that escaped Jack’s mouth at the initial tug.

“Hey–oop!” Bitty and Jack sprung apart at the sound of the kitchen door swinging open and suddenly shut again, Jack still kept a hold of Bitty’s hips, Bitty still keeping a grip on Jack’s shoulders.

“Uh, hey bros, sorry to like…interrupt? But uh? I need to get into the break room so…?” It was Ransom’s voice, tentative and smug all at once. Right, Ransom, he’s our third for the mid-morning. Bitty felt silly for forgetting, maybe the storage room would’ve been a better option for this…

Jack pressed his forehead to Bitty’s for just a moment, dashing a quick kiss to his nose before backing up and letting Bitty hop down off the counter.

“I–I should probably go, anyway. I have a paper to do for Atley still.” Jack reached out for Bitty’s hands, tangling their fingers together briefly, squeezing lightly. This boy.

“I should be, like, doing my job or something, I guess.” Bitty chuckled lightly, his eyes downcast as he felt himself blush yet again.

Jack’s eyes softened around the edges, his smile glowing, his lower lip getting chewed on as he hesitated moving away just yet.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? You’ve got me for an hour before your shift ends,” Jack reminded him. Bitty grinned something soft and radiant.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” Bitty leaned up, requesting another kiss, this one much shorter but equally as sweet. “But not for any canoodling in the kitchen, and don’t you dare think I’ve forgotten about that fuddy duddy stool of yours.” Bitty poked at Jack’s chest lightly, only slightly unhinged by the muscle he prodded at. Jack laughed, quiet and low, before pressing a gentle kiss to Bitty’s cheek.

“I’m forever in your debt for the stool prank, how can I possibly repay you?” Jack smiled into another sweeping peck, this one to Bitty’s forehead.

“You can start by getting rid of that ridiculous stool…once my rotation of morning shifts ends, that is,” Bitty smiled again, booping Jack on the nose and watching the way Jack’s face went from confused to pleased to glowing in a short span of seconds. “And then you can be my personal tall slave, as Chowder put it, until the end of time.”

“Sounds like a fair trade to me,” Jack slowly released Bitty’s hands, taking a few steps back towards the door. “I’ll even throw in some kisses, for interest, of course.”

“Mmm, yes, of course. I’ll have to let the bridge ladies know to call off the wanted posters and smear campaigns.” Bitty teased, winking at Jack as he retreated.

“I’ll see you later, Bits.” Bitty was taken aback, Jack had never called him anything but Eric since…well, since always. Jack was out the door and gone before Bitty could respond, a little too stunned to act quick enough.

Bitty could hear Ransom high-fiving Jack on the way out, along with Chowder and Dex making kissy noises and singing hum drum children’s rhymes. Bitty blushed, smiling coyly to himself. God bless that stupid stool.

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#QuirkyQuip

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." from Tale of Two Cities. The #QuirkyQuip for today's opening line is...ZEBRA. The gauntlet is thrown down, folks. Dazzle us with your creativity and general full-of-shitness.

June 27

I have traveled long and far, through sandstorms, survived a Bandersnatch attack and dodged a Sarlacc.

PS: I'm typing this with my arm hanging by a thread. Does anyone have a health potion for me?

June 28

I plummeted to the dirt floor clutching three tickets in my bloodied fist. The tickets, one for each prompt were...

Getting them from the roaring ogre almost cost me my leg. My ascended armor wasn't a waste of time and gold.

June 29

I am one arm down due to the Bandersnatch and an injured leg from the roaring ogre.

But today, I was blessed; Hedwig the owl delivered the messages...

Now he wants a finger in payment! Does Harry have to pay?

June 30

She crawls from the murky water, covered in debris and smelling like decayed organic matter. The prompt receptacle is clutched tightly to her chest.

"Damn hybrid! It took my eye!"

July 1

The obsidian sludge bubbled and glooped; heat simmered with a burnt-toast stench. Venturing in to retrieve the prompts would consume her hair, her skin. She turned away; she'd make up the words for today. No one would know.

July 2

My grip slipped as finality pooled in the tips of my boots dangling inches from a hellhound's maw.

Another arm would've been 'handy'. I giggled hysterically despising the prompt gods who knew Hades would fight for these:

July 3

Immortality didn't exempt me from pain. I wasn't on duty thanks to Hades. But it shouldn't have surprised me when @synikalangel stumbled across my threshold—bloodied and panting—with prompts clutched in her gloveless hand.

July 4

I nudged @synikalangel with my toe.

"No prompts," she mumbled from her sherry-induced paralysis.

"I can't go, Syn! My missing hand itches and my glass eye keeps falling out."

"F#$%@k it, Sev. I ain't going."

Enough said.

July 5

I was a pathetic sobbing mess as I one-arm crawled with the Holy Prompt in-pocket. I'd survived the Grotto of Death, having incorrectly answered a riddle.

How was I supposed to know the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

July 6

"Please," I begged, as the dragon's fetid breath swathed my face. "I just need the prompts. Not your gold."

INTRUDER, the voice rumbled in my head as fear pooled in my innards.

July 7

The blaze roared voraciously. Beads on leather strips slapped my naked thighs, spirals of dust rose with each stamping foot.

This Wakandan tribal ritual was survivable.

July 8

I grimaced as I spotted the canister hanging from a chain around the turtle's neck.

When I said turtle, I meant Kraken-turtle! I couldn't hold my breath for longer than 2 minutes...

This prompt mission just might kill me.

July 9

Hades smirked, his chest an inch away from mine. His 'devilish' handsomeness made my insides flutter.

"For tart's sake, just give me the damn prompts."

"Make me," he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

July 10

A hot hand gripped my hip, rousing me from slumber.

"Do you need today's prompts?" Hades asked, pressing a heated kiss to a taut nipple. I groaned. "Then the collar stays on." And he tugged me to my knees.

July 11

Two days of servicing Hades had all my bits and pieces aching.

I'd rather face Medusa; unfortunately, she'd accidentally seen her reflection in her rearview mirror.

"Ready?" He tugged me closer.

July 12

I gagged as I swallowed the slimy gillyweed. Of all the cursed places to hide the prompts, with Poseidon was the worst.

I'd be lucky to escape with just a trident up my ass.

July 13

I choked on the dust, then sneezed. Sweat dripped from my brow onto the freshly swept floor.

"You'll have to wipe that, y'know," the troll said, cleaning his dirty fingernails with a screwdriver.

July 14

The massive bear shifted into a gorgeous, naked man. I ogled, unashamedly. "If you stay, you'll be claimed," He reeked of arrogance. And bear. If it wasn't for Hades I might've let him claim me, vigorously.

July 15

"Die, you stupid beast!" I bellowed, swinging my sword with my one arm, missing the Jabberwocky by a mile. I dodged his purple flames, feeling the heat licking my ass.

"Go, Sev!" Alice cheered from the sidelines; the lazy git.

July 16 - @Synikalangel

"You've got nothing," he chuckled, flashing his fangs as he waved the paper.

"Wrong again," I growl, cleaving him in half with a blast of my magic. He collapsed and I grabbed the slip. It was MY week to deliver the list.

July 17 - @Synikalangel

Crimson drips steadily from my split lip, but I reach down, pulling up my rapidly dwindling magic, flames appearing along my fingers. A smirk plays along my mouth. "Easy way or hard way?" I hope for the latter. #authorlife

July 18 - @Synikalangel

The dagger twisted in my hip, and my lips parted in pain. Isaac gripped my swollen jaw, forcing my eyes up to look at him. "You're out of magic, so let us see if your mouth can pay for those prompts." #authorlife

July 19 - @Synikalangel

The broken chain trailed behind me, a solitary shackle around my ankle as I trudged over the broken bodies of the fallen. I pant, dropping to my knees, clutching my treasure to my chest.

July 20 - @Synikalangel

*Feels @sevannah_storm heated stare across oceans and yelps* I have the LIST!

July 21 - @Synikalangel

Abigail thrust her hand towards me, and our fingers touched. Her emerald fire spiraled up my arm, scorching my flesh on a metaphysical level. Her magic became mine and we faced the demons. "Round two," she muttered.

July 22 - @Synikalangel

"That was the most disgusting thing we've ever done," I complain, cringing as I flex my rounded butt cheeks.

"Yeah, well, we had to hide the list somewhere," @sevannah_storm commented.

"Still," I mutter, annoyed.

July 23

July 24

"If I get this mark, I'll have unlimited access to the prompts?" I peered at a smirking Hades. "And the tatt is..?"

Property of Hades was now stamped on my left butt cheek. It's true what they say, the left side is evil.

July 25

Hades leaned closer, brushing the tip of his nose down the column of my neck. I clutched the prompts to my heaving chest, like a lifeline.

"Will you keep your word?" He jerked at my words. "Or will you be a dick about this?"

July 26

I awoke to find my limbs pinned to the bed. Hades loomed over me; his face inches from mine.

"I'm off duty! Go share your aspirations of grandeur with @synikalangel!"

"Her turn will come."

"Horny goat," I moaned, huskily.

July 27

I twirled my hips, hoping I didn't look like a spastic marionette.

If I wanted the prompts, I'd have to dance for Jabba or feel the wrath of his Sarlacc. As I saw it, my life depended on my seductive-shimmy.

I was so screwed.

July 28

I flipped the bird, testing out my cybernetic limb's neural connections. It was a reward, or bribe, from the Guardian Council for my sacrifice.

"Awesome." Tony grinned, pressing a kiss to the Stark logo on my metal wrist.

July 29

"So, you're an immortal, doomed to repeat your plummet every time your wings melt?"

Icarus grimaced as he carved the wax into feathers. "Yes; the gods can be cruel."

"Why don't you just fly at night?" His head shot up.

July 30

"You want me to get these prompts for you?" The man before me oozed competency.

"Yes. If anyone can navigate the collectors AND the reapers, it'd be you. For credits, of course."

"And a little something else?"

I sighed.

July 31

"So, 50% chance I die?" I dubiously eyed the vat of glowing green goo.

"Or 50% chance of superpowers." @synikalangel shrugged.

"Who's that?"

"From organ donors; someone wants your heart."

"Igor? Hades?"

"The Lazarus project."

August 1

I blinked in disbelief at the Martian before me.

Take me to your leader...hissed through my mind.

"Which one?" I asked. He shuddered, puffed out then exploded.

Bloody hell! I think I've started an intergalactic war. Oops.

August 2

"Shave Chewy? He'll kill me, Daisy." I chewed on my lip nervously. "He's got no eyebrows!" I peeked at Chewy then back at her. "I could sneak hair remover into his conditioner?"

"Do it! He put tauntaun sperm in my moisturizer!"

August 3

I drew in a deep shuddering breath. My inner girl shrieked deafening my thoughts. Large licorice-shaped leeches snaked between my legs, slimy and hungry.

Hades-bastard had thrown the prompts into the Styx's murky depths.

August 4

I awoke with a start. A winged man peered down at me Tall, muscled and glowing.

"You're mine, bought and paid for." His deep voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"What?" I squeaked as Hades' tatt on my butt cheek tingled.

August 5

I admired the sunset, cocooned in Marcus's arms and wings.

"You have Hades's mark," he rumbled in my ear. "If he hasn't kept his word, it will throb warning you of this. I can feel it through my sarong."

"Skirt," I teased.

August 6

On a glowing pedestal, the statue of a golden monkey called to me. It had the prompts gripped in its eternal grasp. Strange clicking noises ricocheted off the cave walls. Shrouded in darkness, for now, I crept forward.

August 7

"A golden monkey, you say?" @synikalangel asked.

"Yip. Dealing with a clicking, invisible predator was bad enough; I had to then give the monkey an emerald."

"Let me guess, it wanted El Corazón? AND you had it on you?"

"Yip."

August 8 - @Synikalangel

I sit on the floor, sobbing, empty chocolate wrappers around me. "Keep going, we need to find it," @sevannah_storm urges. I shake my head, fresh tears gushing. "I can't take it. What if I get another coconut one?"

August 9

Dragging my harpoon gun behind me, I dry-heaved. Again.

"Sev!" @synikalangel complained. Sewerage water soaked our jeans up to our knees. She turned and pointed her gun at a ripple. At that moment, I was glad she was with me.

August 10

"Dammit, Sev! How can you trust this man-whore?"

"@Synikalangel! Language! Tony Stark built my arm. He can build you a leg. Besides, I owe you for letting that sewerage-croc eat it." She grimaced at my reminder.

August 11

"You're back early," @synikalangel greeted as I strolled in.

"It was an easy quest today. Apparently, yesterday's misspelling debacle reached the council's ears. I had to do a spelling bee. A 5th grader almost kicked my ass."

August 12

My cybernetic arm hung limply so I swung my other fist. It connected, enough to vibrate up my arm, numbing it. The centaur stared at me, unperturbed. Bloody horse.

With a snort, he grabbed and pinned me to his furry chest.

August 13

"Here a Cretan bull's horn skewered me," @Synikalangel flashed a scar on her hip.

"Nothing beats losing my arm to a Bandersnatch."

"You two do this every time you get drunk," Geralt of Rivia muttered. "I win, happy now?"

August 14

"Honestly, Sev! You're overreacting!" @synikalangel drew my trembling form into a hug. "You've survived a Bandersnatch, an ogre, a turtle-Kraken, a hybrid and various rogerings with Hades! How hard could your mother be?"

August 15

The pouch landed on the table with a soft thud.

"Dust of the broken heart," I said before @synikalangel could open her mouth.

"You were Gallaghered by Brownies?"

"Yip, and to get to the prompts inside you have to fall in love."

August 16

"Holy spitballs!" I gasped as I eyed the hissing viper tails. A Typhon! Of all the monsters in all the world...

I palmed my Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.

"Come on, baby. Don't let mama down." I pulled the pin and counted.

August 17

I #stared at the black fish, in a black pond, under the dark shadow of a black apple tree.

"I Retrieved The Prompts To Avoid Yet Another Near-Sevannah Experience," Death said. I nodded my thanks as I sipped at my black tea.

August 18

I limped through the door, crimson smudges trailing me

"What happened?" @KikiAlexandraS1 squeaked.

"R.O.U.S" I moaned as I dropped into a chair.

"You went into the Fire Swamp? Are you insane?"

August 19

"You're a prompt guardian; you can find anyone." Toombs pressed a gat to my temple. "Where's he? Where's Riddick?"

"Right behind you," I said.

"I'm not an idiot," Toombs spat.

"You made three mistakes...," Riddick rumbled.

August 20

"So all I need to do is sneak onto a destroyer in mid-space? And then once on board the star, make my way to the main reactor, deactivate it and remove the prompt vessel?"

"Yes, all without triggering the force."

"Right."

August 21

"Don't you dare throw that rock at me, you...you hairball!" I yelled at the tiny tittering creature. I hated to admit if only to myself, he was adorable. It tittered again. "A rebel cruiser, you say? They have the prompts?"

August 22

As first dates went it wasn't bad until he chained my wrists to the dock...

"The Great Dragon thanks you." I gasped as his eyes glowed red.

"I'm not a virgin, you idiot!" A roar thundered from a speck on the horizon.

Oh, shit.

August 23

"Come on, Sev! You're being a baby."

"I. Am. Not."

"It's just one little injection. You've taken on worse things than this."

"The dentist can take his injection and his drill and shove it up his..."

"Sev!"

August 24

Holding a Château Cheval Blanc, I tugged the cork off with my teeth, spit it out and drank from the bottle. The prompts were etched in the glass, but I couldn't resist tormenting Dionysus who gurgled beside me in horror.

August 25

I hung from the rafter, binocs in hand. At precisely 14:19, the sun would shine through the multi-colored rose window, onto the gold cross above the altar. It would reflect the rays, revealing the location of the prompts.

August 26

"You're just going to 'beam' me up and I'll materialize with all my bits and pieces? Then what?"

"Then we travel to the Vega system."

"How long will that take?"

"Days."

"What? A trip to Mars is 2 years! One way!"

August 27

The screech from the hull, followed by a skittering sound had me ducking...What the hell?

"Get to the evac pods...!" Olson yelled then gurgled. Blood spluttered out of his mouth and something alien burst from his chest.

August 28

As I pried it open the door squealed, loud in the deafening silence. Once the gap was large enough, my hands regripped the laser-cutter I'd found in Security. It sliced through these critters like a fork through cheesecake.

August 29

My boots squelched as I moved down the passage. The flickering lights told me to find the last evac pod. I snorted. What? Like the mutilated body parts smearing the floors and walls weren't a sign?

August 30

"Worthy," it hissed. The large critter swayed, non-threateningly, as goo dripped off its multi-fangs.

I hefted my laser-cutter, prepared for an attack.

"Dance off?" it challenged and would've arched a brow if it had one.

August 31

The wailing piercing my eardrums stained my fingers scarlet.

"Stop!" I begged the alien mother. If that was their music...Lord help me. "You win. What do you want?"

"Someone to listen to our poetry," it hissed in my mind.

September 1

Alone. Sole survivor. The gutted, lifeless ship shrunk as the shuttle traveled deeper into space.

"A.N.I..." I squeaked, spinning to find Hades. "Chart a course for Earth..."

"What...how?"

"Time and space cannot contain me."

September 2

"ANI, can I jettison someone without compromising the shuttle?"

"There is one person on board, traveler." I glance at Hades and scowled.

"What do you want, Hades?"

"Question unknown," ANI intoned.

"I am...fond of you, Sev."

September 3 - @Synikalangel

The static over the radio makes it hard for me to discern what @sevannah_storm is saying, but it sounds like her return has prompted an admission of fondness from Hades. I cringe, shaking my head. What was she up to now?

September 4

I removed my finger from the radio hoping @synikalangel got my message.

"Fond of me? What does that mean?" I ask Hades.

"I want to...date you."

This was a shitstorm of epic proportions, worse than the Kraken-turtle.

September 5

Granny's nips! What do I say to that?

Hi mom, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend...Hades?

"To what end?" I ask him. "You date to get married...or have sex regularly."

Probably the latter...but damn! I wasn't THAT good.

September 6

"Um, what about Persephone?" His tattoo on my butt cheek throbbed.

"What about her?" Hades asked as he sidled closer.

"Legend says she's your wife."

"Perse's my wife? Argh...and Demeter's my mother-in-law? Your mom's nicer."

September 7

"Hades! You can't judge a girlfriend by her mom."

"Are you or are you not interested?" he asked, sliding his hands over my hips. Oh, holy mother of mint balls! This could be the best of times or the worst...

"Yes," I breathed.

September 8

"Strip," Hades commanded. I huffed, liking his expression but not his tone.

"I'm not your slave." I pressed my hand against his chest.

"Strip or I'll tear your clothes off you, Sev." He smirked. "You can disembark naked."

September 9

Oomph. Please move your knee.

Ohhh. Grunt.

"Are you protected?"

"Your swimmers are fertile?" I gasped.

"Nevermind..." Throaty moan.

September 10

"Is @Synikalangel getting the prompts for you?"

"I get them 'for free' when I'm with you. Apparently, the universe deems you dangerous enough...Or did you organize this?"

"Interfere? I would never!"

"Yeah, right," I snorted.

September 11

"I don't like you in danger." Hades tugged me into his arms.

"What? Like no more prompt guardianship?"

"I command it," he boomed, using his hell voice.

"Oh no, you didn't!"

September 12

"I love it when you get angry; it arouses me..."

"I don't want to hear it," I scolded Hades. "You've had me twice already."

"But as my girlfriend..."

"You get it when I say so."

"How about now?"

"Ok."

September 13

The shuttle shuddered beneath me and it wasn't from Hades' sexual prowess.

"ANI?" I squeaked.

"It is the Borg," the robotic voice said.

"Oh, shit!"

"Relax, Sev." Hades pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. "I created them."

September 14

"Just because you created the Borg doesn't mean they'll obey you!" I stomped my foot. "Honestly, your arrogance is..."

"Phenomenal, godly...panty-dropping?" Hades chuckled. With a flick of a hand, the approaching cube halted.

September 15

Not even an hour after the Borg had receded...

"Holy tamale! Is that Great A'tuin? I thought she was just a story."

"Most stories are based on some level of truth," Hades mumbled, his lips feathering along my thigh.

September 16

"Can we take a break? I'm starting to get friction burns. I'd like to disembark without walking like John Wayne."

"I could heal you?" Hades offered.

"Let's just talk, you know...like a couple."

He grimaced. "Talk?"

September 17

"30 Minutes," ANI's voice mingled with our ragged breathing. Wings beat on the outside of the shuttle, increasing with deafening intensity.

"My demons welcoming me home," Hades said as he rode me all the way down to Earth.

September 18

Seconds before the shuttle docks, Hades turns to me.

"Sev, will you live with me? These 3 days have been the best. I don't want to lose that, lose you."

"Can I leave Tartarus when I want to?"

"With guards...I need you safe."

September 19

"I can't be running around with demons on my ass, Hades! And I can take care of myself." I tried not to pout. It was a struggle.

"Sev, how much of you is non-organic?"

"It's on my bucket list to be 100% cyborg," I quipped.

September 20

"I'm off to see the Guardian Council."

"You're not resuming your duties." Hade's stubborn chin rose.

"I've ass-demon bodyguards. And by now everyone knows we're bonking. I'll be fine. I ain't your kryptonite, babe."

September 21

"I know Superman."

"You do not!" I gasped.

"All stories based on fact, remember."

"Do you know all of them? Kirk, George, David, Christopher, John, Gerard, Dean, Tom, Henry, and Tyler?"

"I know Kal-El."

"Shut the eff up!"

September 22

"Do zombies exist?"

"Don't be an idiot."

"Shifters do. I've...," I hesitated.

"You've what?" Hades arched a brow.

"I...I met one, up close."

"You slept with a wolf?" His face darkened.

"A bear, and we didn't...y'know."

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