#slow changes down this way there's only pockets for rn another week or so with how cold it's been at night

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at golden/blue hour the other day 🌕🍂

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Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori x Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> word count: 5.8k

-> summary: Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier. 

Maybe it’s not just them. 

He realized he never got to finish.

Maybe it could be us.

-> i'm so tired rn.

tw!: it's that scene in the changing room, so it has a feel of SA, but no actual SA happens! just be aware of yourself <3

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Beware The Physical Exam! pt. 2

“We will begin conducting physical examinations shortly. All students, please proceed to the clinic in your respectful school building.” 

You, Kyoya, and Tamaki walk together, weaving through the crowds of pale yellow dresses and blue jackets towards a large ballroom at the end of the hall. 

“Are we sure that the girls won’t know it’s me?” Tamaki asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His shoulders squirmed, and both you and the ravenet saw the concerns swirling in his violet irises. 

And you couldn’t have that, now could you? 

“Now, don’t go doubting your own plan, Tamaki. Have some faith.” Kyoya assures, his black book firmly grasped in his hands. 

Still not completely convinced, the blonde met your gaze. 

“You got this Tamaki, it’ll be seamless.” You say, following it with an awkward thumbs up.

And sure enough, Tamaki’s suspicions were vanquished by the overwhelming trust for his friends, and he walked ahead, a proud look in his eyes. You breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head as you watch your friend.

“I almost feel bad for him.” You say to the megane, laughing as the blonde walks with a new confident stride. 

Kyoya rolls his eyes, a smirk gracing his lips. “Oh, please. Tamaki has had his head in the clouds all week. He needs to be brought down a peg or two.”

“You’re just mad because he called you ‘supporting cast’.” You tease, taking the time to wave at some of your guests as they pass by.

“As were you.” He points out, gray eyes flicking to you for a moment.  

Shrugging, you brush it off. “I mean, if anyone is a supporting cast, it’s us.” 

“How so?” 

You observe Tamaki as he practices his lines under his breath. “Don’t you think it’s all kind of perfect? A vase breaks, and a month later, Tamaki is reaching epic lengths to keep this girl in our little club.”

A sentimental simper lifts the corners of your mouth as you look at your blonde friend. “Tamaki has always done the most for the people he cares about, but this time it feels different.”

“Because he loves her?” Kyoya questions, raising an eyebrow.

You nod, meeting his gaze. “Haruhi might think he’s pompous now, but you and I both know that it’s only a matter of time before she realizes how lovable Tamaki really is.” You throw a knowing look his way, and he delves his attention back into his notes. 

“And then from there, the classic sequence of fluffy moments, intertwined with jealousy and protectiveness, lead up to a dramatic event that just might tear their relationship apart.” 

Kyoya nearly gags at the dreamy look that clouds over your expression. “It will be clear then, how important they are to each other. A grand romantic gesture, probably from Tamaki, will seal it, and they’ll live happily ever after.” 

You end your fantasy and come back to earth, taken aback Kyoya giving you the most deadpan expression you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You ask, a blush threatening to show.

“Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?” He rolls his eyes. That earns him another shove.

“Shut up, it’s nice.” A teasing tone laces in your voice. Ootori huffs a breath, laughing in his own way.

“As I was saying,” You continue with your theory as you reach the arch of the grand doorway. When you walk into the physical exam room, Tamaki makes a turn behind one of the curtains. “Those two are like the perfect formula for a romantic comedy.”

Kyoya glances at you, then back at his book, casually writing as he says, “Maybe it’s not just them.”

The weight of that he just implied makes you falter slightly as your best friend continues to walk forward. 

He’s not talking about me, right? About us? 

You shake your head slightly before you can dig deeper in the meaning of those 5 words. Of course not, he’s not interested. It was just small talk.

Even as your heart sinks slightly at the thought, you catch up with the ravenet once again. Both of you make your way to Haruhi, who is staring incredulously at Mori and Honey-senpai adorning doctor outfits. Your mood is immediately lightened at the serious look on the cousin’s faces, and a giggle bursts from your chest. This was unexpected. 

“They’re so obvious.” Haruhi says once the pair of you are in earshot.

“I have these two for backup just in case something happens.” Kyoya says as he nears Haruhi’s side, a hand on his frames. 

“But why are they in doctor disguises?” You ask, an speechless smile painting your face, slightly covered by your fingers. 

“They’re just setting the mood. Disguises make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.” 

Another laugh escapes you. “This just got so much better.” 

To the left of you three, a doctor brightly commends a student for losing a couple pounds, his smile a little too big and his pitch a little too high.

“Don’t you find it weird that all of these doctors are so jovial and nice?” Haruhi says, an annoyed look on her face. 

With an agreeing tilt of your head, you fold your arms across your torso. “They are chosen by the school’s chairman. While this may be a school, it’s also a business.”

Kyoya shuts his book and adds on, “He wants to keep the students happy. After all, most of the students who attend Ouran Academy have private doctors at home, so this…this is just a formality.”

As if in sync, you and Haruhi both roll your eyes. Damn these rich people. 

The honor student walks off to explore a little more, but as you turn to Kyoya to start another conversation, you feel a sudden pressure on your shoulder. Your body twists as it struggles to catch its balance, and you topple into Kyoya’s side. He supports you from your waist and shoulder, guiding you back to your feet.

Looking up, you notice a man wearing a lab coat looking back at you in surprise, his face unshaven and dark circles tracing his under eyes. 

Kyoya’s gaze sharpens as the doctor meets your gaze, an unsettling feeling finding the pit of his stomach. His grip on you tightens as the doctor finally speaks.

“I’m terribly sorry.” The homely man’s voice is like gravel as his brown eyes flicker back down to the floor. 

“It’s no problem.” Your heart is in your throat. Neither you or Kyoya liked the way he had studied you just now.

When the doctor walks off, and you straighten your uniform, trying to get your pulse to slow down.

“Are you alright?” Kyoya asks as you roll your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You watch the doctor from over your shoulder. Kyoya follows your eye line. 

“You got a bad vibe from him too, right?” 

“I did indeed.” 

Huh.

:::

Girls and guys alike crowd around a curtain, waiting in anticipation for the Hitachiiian twins as they are called in for their chest measurements. The host club stands to the side while Haruhi looks on, confused at the determination in each of the students' eyes. 

“You can use this area behind the curtain to undress.” The nurse says, attempting to guide them back behind one of the vanilla-colored fabrics. You roll your eyes as the pair of twins refuse, unbuttoning their shirts in the unobstructed view.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Hikaru says, his shirt falling off his shoulders to reveal a chiseled chest.

“Yeah, we’re not shy.” Kaoru’s abs peek out from the cotton material as the shirt pools at the bend of his elbows.  

The fans in front of them squeal and cheer as their faces flush with overwhelming excitement. Averting your eyes, you meet Mori’s gaze as you both judge in silence. 

Kyoya pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “See, Haruhi? A rather impressive turnout today.” He brings his hand down into his pocket, a confident stance taking over his form. “Physical exam day is quite popular with the guests.” 

Taking their attention in stride, Hikaru and Kaoru put on an act, sensually holding each other while whining about the ‘doctor games’ they play at home. Gagging, you push forward with the plan, saving Haruhi from seeing anymore of this monstrosity.

“C’mon, Haruhi, this way.” You say as you push her through one of the curtains. With a surprised yelp, she stumbles out of sight, leaving you to move back to your friend’s side. 

When you see the Hitachiian’s, you blink, grumbling as you near the group. “Goddamn it, twins, put your shirts back on.” 

They each raise an eyebrow. Exchanging a look, they move towards you. 

“Or what?” Kaoru leans an elbow on your shoulder, while Hikaru comes up to your opposite side. 

“You gonna fall in love with us or something?”  

You look between each of the twins as a small patch of silence befalls the group. But Hikaru was the first to break. 

A fit of laughter rings through your trio as you grasp at each other, trying to catch a breath. 

“Oh my god!” You snicker, struggling to get the words out. “How did you say that with a serious face?” 

The twins had tears in their eyes, “We have no idea!” 

The other hosts watch you three as you’re crumpling, rolling their eyes at your antics. 

“Mr. Fujioka? Are you ready to be measured now?” You barely notice a sudden hush fall over the room, but you and the twins take that as a signal to shut up. 

Your attention is dragged back to the curtain that you pushed Haruhi through. Curtain rings screech against metal as the fabric is dramatically pushed to the side, a pale figure coming into view. 

An open button up shirt was draped over a man with brown hair and violet eyes. Those irises were serious as they looked among the crowd.

“Yes,” his distinguishable voice fills the room, “I am Haruhi Fujioka.”

Blanketed by a confused hush, the students stared at Tamaki in a brown wig with a sweatdrop on their foreheads. 

Once again, the twins were dying as you clutched your side, not able to stop yourself from laughing so hard. 

Hikaru shouts through his absolute guffaws, tears clouding his vision. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”

“I can’t breathe!” You open your eyes for a split second to catch a glimpse of Tamaki raging towards the group, only to laugh harder. “Tamaki, please, haha, I can’t breathe!”

Kaoru has been reduced to his knees, banging his fist on the ground. “They recognized him! I told you they’d see through it.”

Long legs reach Hikaru, and Tamaki’s hands wrap around his throat. “You jerks!” He turned to you and pointed while still keeping a grip on Hikaru. “You said there was no way the guests would be able to tell it was me!”

“It’s payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast!” You snicker through your retort, calming down slowly and wiping the water from your eyes. 

Tamaki takes off his wig and retreats back to the curtain, pulling it open further to reveal a defeated Haruhi on her knees, a dark aura surrounding her.

“I’m sorry, heh,” The prince says, hiding behind the fabric, “They figured it out.”

The honor student whips her head around to her senpai, a fierce stare piercing Tamaki as he screams in horror. He pales and freezes, stuck in temporary limbo. 

You watch as Kyoya walks over to Haruhi and places a hand on her shoulder. 

“Haruhi, ready?” She glances up at him, her eyebrows knitted together. “I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys clinic.” 

Haruhi seemed hesitant as you stepped up beside her. “And there is a doctor standing by that is sworn to secrecy.” You say, an assuring look in your eye. 

Kaoru and Hikaru give Kyoya a side-look. “It turns out the doctors here today are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpai’s hospitals.” They start to shrug in unison. 

“Would’ve been nice if you had said something to us earlier.” 

The third Ootori son puts on a fake host-smile, “I had to get my revenge too.” He glances at you as he says, “I just don’t think I’m supporting cast, homosexual or otherwise.” 

You adjusted your gaze elsewhere, shaking your head with a knowing simper on your face.

Haruhi grabbed your wrist gently, getting your attention.

“Would you come to the clinic with me, (Y/n)? I still don’t really know my way around this place.” 

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” You turn to Kyoya. “I’ll just get my exam done there since I haven’t seen a nurse yet.” 

He only nods, waving goodbye to you as you walk down the hallway. 

:::

You and Haruhi make it down one of the lengthy hallways and open another intricate door. A woman sits inside at her desk, dressed smartly with glasses and a ponytail. 

“Haruhi Fujioka. I’ve been made aware of your situation. If you wouldn’t mind, please disrobe over there.” The doctor points to one of the two changing stations, and you give Haruhi a thumbs up before she moves behind another curtain. 

The doctor looks over at you, a polite but confused smile on her face. 

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Ootori didn’t say anything about two cross-dressing students, so I-”

You wave your hands in front of your face, giggling. “Oh no, no, I’m just one of Haruhi’s friends. Kyoya said it might be okay if I just get my exam done right now? Since I’m already here?”

“Oh!” She perks up and pulls out another sheet of paper, attaching it to her clipboard. “Of course! Just disrobe in there, and I will be with you as soon as I’m done with your friend.”

She steps into Haruhi’s curtain as you step into yours. Your jacket pools to the floor as your tie slithers from the collar of your shirt. Button by button, the cotton fabric is shrugged off your shoulders, revealing the undergarments you had chosen for the day. 

On the other side of the room, Haruhi and her doctor were finishing up.

“Well Mr. Fujioka, everything looks normal!” The medical professional flips through some of her papers as Haruhi shrugs her button-up back on, working the plastic circles through their holes.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Haruhi bows slightly.

“No worries at all! Now, onto our next patient, Ms. (L/n)-”

The two women froze as they heard a muffled scream across the carpeted clinic.

:::

Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier. 

Maybe it’s not just them. 

He realized he never got to finish.

Maybe it could be us.

Taking a long breath to keep his heart in place, he walked past a group of girls. He didn’t even realize she was crying until she let out a whine.

“I’m telling the truth!” 

Along with the rest of the host club, Kyoya turned, confused at the sudden tension in the air. 

“One of the doctors grabbed me by the shoulder! He was trying to make a pass at me!” The young girl held her face in her hands. “I’ve never been so terrified.”

The club’s manager put a hand to his chin, an image of the strange doctor flashing across his mind. 

“Hm, I had a feeling this might happen.” He breathed a bored sigh, earning a confused look from the others. 

Honey looks up at him, Usa-chan hanging at his side. “What do you mean?” 

“Earlier today, (Y/n) and I saw a strange man wearing a white lab coat, but clearly not one of our hospital’s doctors, and we both thought it was a little odd.” 

Confused looks turn into annoyed ones as the twins look at him with deadpan faces. “Shouldn’t you have said something earlier?”

A sheepish smirk crosses Kyoya’s face as he realizes they are right. “Well, it’s no big deal. I’m sure the security guard will catch him.”

Voices spring back into their vicinity. “Tell me, Miss, did you see where the pervert doctor was headed?” 

“Yes sir, he ran off towards the special boys clinic!”

Kyoya’s heart dropped into his stomach. The twins' eyes widened as Honey and Mori’s faces hardened into something threatening. Tamaki looked scared, his jaw clenching as all six of them whip around to look down the long hallway that led to where you were. 

“(Y/n) and Haruhi!” 

:::

As you undressed, you heard the ruffle of the curtain behind you. You turned to welcome the female doctor you had met before, but as a man closed the opening behind him, trapping you inside, you began to think differently.

“Hey! What the hell?” You cried as you tried to cover yourself up, your clothes being too far away to grab as you put distance between you and the stranger.

He turned around, and you recognized him as the man from earlier. Your heart picked up speed even more, remembering how his gaze scanned you up and down earlier this afternoon. 

When he saw you, his eyes widened, and being larger than you, strode over to you in one step, placing a constricting hand over your mouth and a firm grip on your shoulder. The force presses you into the wall

“It’s not what you think! Please, just keep quiet!” 

Feeling your heartbeat in your ears now, tears prick your eyes as you’re pinned against plaster. You scream behind his palm, hoping the sound is loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear.

It was.

As he neared the room, your high-pitched scream made Kyoya run a hundred times faster than he had been, rage and fear fueling his speed when he thought of what could be going on in there. 

The muscles in his jaw clenched as his shoulder forced open the door. When it opened, he saw Haruhi and the doctor rush out of their changing room, the honor student’s alarm going off once she saw how terrified the host club looked. 

The Ootori son was the first to reach the curtain, whipping it open to find you pushed against a wall, your clothes strewn aside as you were manhandled by the stranger in question.

His chest lurched at your tear-stained cheeks as he ran to you, Tamaki springing a kick at the doctor’s head, throwing the stranger into the wall. 

And then, as fast as the man was thrown off of you, Kyoya stood in his place, wrapping your form in his jacket and cupping your face. His gray eyes safely scanned your body, searching for any sign of bruising or injury. Thank God. 

His presence was comforting, the complete opposite from his usual, cold demeanor. Had he always been this warm?

“You’re okay, (Y/n), you’re okay.” Kyoya’s face was stern, but the intense emotions that coiled behind his glasses made you wonder if he was assuring you, or himself. 

Shock still stopped your body from moving as your friends gathered around you. They saw your wet irises and slack jaw, and you were surprised that they couldn’t hear the hard thump of your heartbeat. 

A feeling of safety washed over you. Your brain finally registered that your friends were here, Kyoya was here, and you released a shuddering breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Shuffling was heard behind the club as the man dragged himself up from the wall, catching the attention of your friends. Shadows crossed over their faces as Kyoya gently passed your wobbly stature to Haruhi, who let you lean into her side. The darkest aura twisted around him as his glasses flashed, making sure to keep you behind him at all times. 

“One, good looks that attract the public eye.” The twins step forward in sync, their posture menacing. 

“Two,” Kyoya stepped forward, glaring knives at the doctor in front of him. “More wealth than you could imagine. 

Mori stands above them all, side-eyeing the unruly man in the wall. “Three, chivalry that will never be able to overlook…”

Honey rises a few feet below him, reflecting off of his cousin. “...the hideous wickedness of this world.” 

Tamaki plants himself in front of you all, ready to protect his mon ami at all costs. “That’s what makes up the Ouran High School Host Club!” 

Then, in unison, they shout together. “We’re here! Watch out!”

Even amidst all the drama, you let out a small laugh. “Do you think they practiced that?” You turn to ask Haruhi, but her brown eyes are staring at wonder at the princely blonde in front of you. 

Kyoya turns back slightly at your laugh, relieved to see you returning to normal. 

The doctor whines, scared of the men in front of him. Sweat pours from his forehead as he begs for his safety. 

“Please don’t hurt me! Spare me my life.” From his position on his knees, he frantically succumbs to the host club, becoming very pathetic in your eyes. Confused beyond measure, you step forward, gripping the borrowed jacket around your form as you walk towards him. You’re still hesitant, of course, but as the man who had you pinned up against a wall, just moments ago, desperately bows at your feet, he doesn’t seem so scary anymore. 

“What are you doing in here?” You ask him, feeling more confident by the second. 

He looks up at you, then hangs his head, and suddenly, it’s his life story.

“I’m a doctor. I have a small emergency clinic that I run in the next town over. My name is Yabu.” 

Your eyebrows raise as the twins behind you grimace. 

Hikaru appears to your right. “Did he say his name was Yabu?” 

Kaoru approaches your left. “What a terrible name for a doctor.”

They meet eyes with each other as you’re stuck between them. “Unless you’re a quack.” 

Yabu heaves a heavy sigh. “I know.” He looks around to all of you, observing the threatening glances each host displays on their face. 

“I’m here looking for my daughter. My wife left me last month and took my daughter with her, but I know that she attends school here.” 

Your mind races, trying to connect the dots as Haruhi speaks up, standing near Tamaki. 

“Not to pry or anything, but why did your wife leave you?” 

The quack sits on his heels, one hand rubbing his face as he recalls the worst day of his life.

“Well, you see,” He starts, a distant, sad look ghosting over his brown eyes. “I’ve had a problem letting patients take advantage of me, allowing them to get away with unpaid receipts and forgotten IOUs. My girls thought that I didn’t care about the welfare of our family, but that could never be true!” Yabu’s hands were brought up to cover his face. 

“But they didn’t listen,” He whined, “They left me forever.”

As he looked back up, he was met with sympathy from your group instead of distaste, his story keeping you and your club at the edge of their seats. Save for Kyoya, of course.

His tone softened as he begged for someone to feel for him. “I know I’m terrible with managing our money, and I can’t say no to anybody. But I want to see my daughter one more time.” He weakly gestured around the room you were standing in. “So I came here.” 

Pulling on his lab coat, the doctor continued. “I finally made it to your school, but once I entered, I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.”

Empathetic looks replaced the twins' foreboding scowls, and they both spoke at once. “Well, of course, you were wearing a lab coat.”

You crouched down in front of him, a concerned look embedded in your brow. “Anyone would mistake you.”

Yabu nodded and looked down at the floor “And then it happened.” The shaggy brunette began to cry as he recalled today’s events. “I tried to ask a student if she had seen my daughter, but she started screaming. And before I knew it, there were all kinds of people chasing me!”

Already emotional from the minutes before, Tamaki joined you as you both cried with him. “That’s so tragic!” 

Realizing that, once again, he was the only rational member of this friend group, Kyoya cleared his throat. “Doctor Yabu, I think you may have the wrong place.” He spoke plainly, not quite ready to forgive and forget. “Are you looking for Ouran Public High School?” 

Yabu quickly nods, relieved to hear something familiar. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Kyoya tsked, a headache forming at this guy’s stupidity and ignorance. “I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, a private institution. Your daughter doesn’t go to school here.”

You turn to see the doctor pale, a shocked expression on his tear-stained features. 

Hikaru shakes his head. “Wow, that’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school your daughter goes to?”

Kaoru sighs, just as disappointed. “I bet your relationship is messed up ‘cause you don’t pay attention to her. Not because of some stupid debt.” 

Standing up, you walk over to Kyoya. “Wow, I couldn’t even figure that one out.”

Kyoya notices the color has returned to your face before replying. “Well there’s no way the daughter of such a small town doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran Academy.”

This comment earns a playful glare from both you and Haruhi as Kyoya doesn’t realize the irony.

Behind you, Tamaki straightens out, and you turn around to sense a soft, determined aura around him.

“Kyoya, would you please find a map of all the public high schools in this area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.” 

There was a pause as the ravenet perked up. You noticed Haruhi’s pupils twinkle as she saw Tamaki in a different light. You smiled at her, remembering the first time Tamaki first showed you this side of him. 

Kyoya, also being touched by his friend’s fortitude, relaxed slightly with a smirk on his face. “Whatever you say.” 

He spared a last glance at you as he walked out of the room, knowing that you were okay. The megane knew you were just as resolved and kind as the prince. It was one of the things he adored about you.

:::

The eight of you watch Yabu walk off your campus as cherry blossoms flutter around him, clutching a map close to his chest.

Kaoru raises an eyebrow. “Are we sure about this?”

Hikaru nods. “After all, even if he does manage to find his daughter, there’s no guarantee she’ll wanna speak with him.”

Tamaki follows the doctor with violet pupils until he is out of sight. “Well then, that’s something he will have to find out for himself.”

Haruhi looks at him, the same amazed look from earlier. You slightly nudge Kyoya, gesturing towards the two, and whispering, “There’s the moment, where she realizes that he isn’t as pompous as he seems.” You smile up at him and he quietly hopes that you have come to the same conclusion about him. 

“Uh, not to be rude, but we need to get out now.” Haruhi says as she turns to the rest of the group.

Tamaki blanches and jumps away from the honor student. “Haruhi, are you still mad at me? You’re not thinking of quitting the host club, are you?” Horror streaks across his face. 

The brunette just laughs and gestures to you. “Don’t be stupid, senpai, (Y/n) just needs to finish her physical exam.” Your friends look at you before quickly averting their eyes somewhere else, quickly remembering that under Kyoya’s jacket, you were not very decent.

“Oh, fuck, you’re right.” You say, tightening the apparel around you. “Would it be rude if I said to get out?” 

:::

After your exam, you find Kyoya waiting for you outside of the clinic. While he is jacketless, you are able to see the outline of his arms as he leans against the wall, his swimmer body becoming more apparent to you through the fabric of his shirt. 

Your eyes travel upwards as he notices you, pushing off the wall to greet you.

“Thank you for this.” You pass his coat back to him, as you are finally fully dressed. “And thank you for everything you did for me back there.”

Kyoya simpers at you, his heart blooming at your validation. “As long as you are alright.”

“I am now. Today was kind of an emotional rollercoaster.” You two begin to walk down the corridor as Kyoya shoves on his jacket. 

Ootori hums. “I wouldn’t really know much about that.”

A giggle escapes your lips as your eyes roll. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry to break it to you, Ootori, but you have feelings.” 

The ravenet stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I don’t really care to explore that side of me, thank you.” 

Bumping your shoulder against his, you yawn, emotionally exhausted. “Well, I like you the way you are. I’ve had enough touchy-feely for one day. Being around you is grounding.”

A hint of a blush escapes Kyoya’s attempts to prevent it, but he hides it as he adjusts the frames of his glasses. 

“That’s an interesting notion, in its own way.”

BONUS DRABBLE

Crouching low, a (h/c)-haired girl hid behind stone that was erected out of a pink tile floor. 

The music room was bustling with guests, the host club in full swing. Your friends were at their peak, entertaining their visitors with such skill and elegance, you knew it would be the perfect time to catch it on tape.

Days ago, Kyoya had asked you to take photos of the club members for a special project that he was preparing, but not to let any of them see you, or else it would ruin the pictures. You had asked why, but there wasn’t a lot you could pry out of the ravenet, only getting the response of ‘I’ll tell you soon enough.” 

You had shrugged, needing something to do for the next couple days anyway. You asked him to throw in a couple new pastries on the menu that you liked, and you were in. 

Now, a camera rested in your hand as you stalked behind one of the pillars, capturing the climax of one of the Hitachiian acts. It was dramatic and framed perfectly, as Hikaru grasped his brother in a loving embrace, and you pat yourself on the back for your photography skills. 

Next, you slithered through the room, the camera’s plastic hitting against your chest as it laid around your neck. You walked quieter, stealthier, tip-toeing over to Honey-senpai’s table. Like a predator stalking its next victim, you wait behind a potted rose bush, camera set up between the stems. Your finger rests over the button as Honey picks up a piece of cake from his plate. Readying yourself, Honey takes a bite of the desert while closing his eyes, savoring the delicious taste of strawberry and vanilla mixing together. And when he opens his eyes, you click the button, the camera capturing the moment of pure bliss and happiness in Honey’s face as he licks the icing from his lips. 

From your position you turn to Mori, who is crowded with women, but barely paying attention to any of them. Instead, his gaze is turned to the window, a hint of longing in his posture. The sunlight cascades across his face as it punctures through the glass, and you follow his hand as it comes up to gently rest under his chin. Freezing the moment in your device, you regretfully turn away from the aura of calm that his pose shares with you. Flipping through the last couple shots, you shake your head in amazement.

Why are all these people so goddamn photogenic?

You lay the camera back on your chest as you bend and weave through tables and chairs, army crawling under guests without being detected. 

Tamaki was next, and he was never hard to photograph. Slowly from your hiding spot, you observed as Tamaki gently gripped the chin of one of his girls, raising her head so that she would take the delicious red rose he offered, a beautiful charm flowing from his entire being. You barely remembered to take the shot, never believing so much magic could come from one person.

You realized that you had been entranced for too long, and spun before anyone would notice you. Unfortunately, someone already had. 

“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Haruhi’s brown eyes looked back at your bewildered (e/c) ones as you were stuck in place.

She just found you hiding behind a couch with a camera, sneaking pictures of the members of the host club. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” You cower, trying to find an escape route from her questioning gaze. 

Your response only makes her more confused as her eyebrows draw closer together.��

“Okay, then,” She points the device in your hand, “what’s with the camera?”

“Oh, uh, this?” Your hand reaches around the back of your neck as you hold up the photo box, twisting and turning it in your other palm. “Uh, I’m part of the, uh, yearbook committee!” You brighten as you find a decent excuse. 

“Yeah, yeah, the yearbook committee! They needed some photos of the host club, so they asked me to sub in!” A bright smile stretched across your face that didn’t quite meet your eyes, and you hoped you were convincing enough. 

“Oh! Well then, here.” Haruhi backed up a little before throwing up a peace sign. “I’m ready for my photo.”

You pause slightly before relaxing, always up to take a picture for your good friend. The honor student smiled slightly as you took the picture. She looked happy, contentment shining through her. 

You thanked her as she walked away, and you made your way to Kyoya, ready to return the camera. 

He was working at his desk, concentrating on his computer as you walked up to him. You smirked as you thought of an idea and turned the camera around, the lens now facing the two of you. 

Stretching out your arms, you stood slightly in front of him, smiling the best smile you could.

Kyoya looked up just in time to see the flash. You jumped a little in excitement as you turned the camera back around to see the photo.

There you two were, your smile beautiful and open, as Kyoya sits to the right, his eyes caught in the moment of meeting the lens dead on. 

Lowering the camera, you showed him the photo as he barely gave it a passing glance, complaining about hating people taking photos of him without his permission. 

Little did you know, that photo now acted as his wallpaper for his personal computer at home. 

Next time, on Lavender Roses.

“Hey Senpai, I heard a rumor that there’s another girl joining the host club. Is that true?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I heard that she’s actually Kyoya’s fiancé!”

"What?!"

Attack of the Lady Manager!

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[fweasleyswhore]

Ok this might be a little long so I’m sorry but finals got me feeling some sort of way. So could you do a fic where it’s finals week and the fem!reader is stressed about what of her NEWTS that Oliver doesn’t have and it’s really late in the library, so late that the librarian isn’t even there because the reader had a key to lock up. And Oliver knows the reader has a tendency to lose track of time and work herself to the bone without really noticing. So he stops by the library to pick her up and basically has to carry her out of the library. And he takes her to his dorm instead because he knows everyone else is sneaking out to party and hogsmeade because they’ve finished whatever newts they had and he knows if he took the reader to her dorm she would keep working. And he’s like “you need some stress relief” and he’s touching her leg but she’s so tired and he’s like “you just lay there and let me do all the work” and it’s just a soft romantic smut and he keeps going until she’s exhausted (like she finishes a couple times ~3) I’m so sorry this is so long I just needed to get this out of my mind

a/n: fucking yes, and as someone who is in finals week i just, need that rn, like oliver to fuck me so good and sleep away the stress just, yes so here you go darling! sorry it took me a hot min to get to

general tags: @fredshmeasley @pandaxnienke

oliver tags: @peachyy-em @losers-club6

word count: 2.7k 

warnings: smut, 18+ themes, soft romantic smut, fingering/oral fem recieving, unprotected sex

My eyes hurt but I continued scanning my advanced potion book. My N.E.W.T. was next week and I was one of five students who decided to take this class. I was intrigued by potions, having been all my life, so being able to take the highest level class Hogwarts offered I jumped. Of course, I was not very fond of Snape, or how he treated his students but the subject matter was enough to get me through. I felt the weight of the library key in my pocket as I stood up to put some of my books back. Although my stack was getting smaller it wasn’t yet completely finished.

Adjusting the candle my eyes stung as the light flickered. Despite the pain, I set the candle down opening the chapter Chizpurfle Carapace trying to memorize its effects and uses.

“Thought I would find you here.” The voice made me jump causing the candle to turn over and spill wax all over the table. My shock faded and I was filled with anger, swiveling in my chair prepared to hex whoever caused it. My eyes softened when I saw him.

His tongue in his cheek and a worried expression cast over his face as he examined the area. Silently I watched him pull out his wand, casting a spell under his breath his eyes didn’t meet mine.

“Ollie what are you doing here?” I asked. He shifted on his feet, finally pulling his eyes up to mine.

“Looking for my beautiful girl of course.” His words were accompanied by a cheeky grin, confidence rolling off of him in waves. I felt my face heat up but I pushed my feelings aside turning back to my book.

“I need to study,” I said quietly trying to hide my face under the pages of my book.

“No. You need to rest.” He moved in front of me. Successfully capturing my book is his hands and closing it. Deciding against fighting him, knowing of his iron grip I looked up at him. He looked ethereal in the low candle light, towering over me. A soft smile spread across my face just admiring his features.

“I’m not on the Quidditch team you can’t order me around you know.”

“I damn will try.” His words came out with a half hearted laugh.

“Seriously I need to study, can I-” Right when I reached for the book he pulled it out of my reach, a glint in his eye I couldn’t quite read.

“You can try to fight me for your book back, a fight you will lose. Try to study with another book of which I will take from you and bring you back to option one, or you can come out of this dingy library with me and take a break.”

“But I don’t need a break-”

“Yes. You. Do. Now, up.” He held out his free hand for me to take. Sighing I grabbed it, like a truck I felt the days and tireless hours of study finally catch up to me. I faltered slightly as I stood feeling my body try and weigh myself down like a bag of bricks. “Easy now, I got you.”

I felt his arm slip around my waist, offering more support and I leaned into it. Putting the book down on the desk I was as he grabbed his wand, sending the books back into their proper places.

“Thank you Ollie.” He hummed pressing a light kiss to my temple and led me out of the library. I didn’t pay much attention to walking as he led me away, pushing my face into his chest. I breathed in his familiar and distinct scent. Cinnamon Gum, hints of leather and oak. It made me smile and my stomach flip, the only thing convincing me that it wasn’t a dream being I felt his ever present arms around me.

“Key?” He asked, closing the doors with the arm not around me.

“Pocket, here.” I shoved my hands into my pocket, rummaging around for a second before depositing it in his palm. Our fingers touched and the skin on skin contact made fireworks erupt in my body, the feeling of his hand became more present on my waist as I let my mind wander to the other things his hands can do.

“Cmon, why are you standing there like a statue. Let’s go.” His words snapped me out of my daze and I forced my legs to walk, hiding my face in his shoulder as we walked, trying to diminish the thoughts of him in more precarious ways.

My eyes were half closed as we walked back through the portrait hole, trusting Oliver to dispose of me back in my dorm. Finally I fell back against a bed, letting my body relax into it and blinking around trying to see where we are.

“Is this your dorm?” I asked as he pulled off my boot.

“Yeah, I don’t trust you to not go right back to your books when I leave you alone, also I never minded some company.” Pulling off the other boot, he discarded it on his floor and sat beside me. Pushing some stray hairs away from my face. “Can I help?”

I smiled weakly, leaning into his touch. “No, I’m just really stressed. It will be better after the exams pass.” He hummed. I watched his eyes wander to different points in his room, never staying in one place too long. A cheeky smirk found his face and he stopped his searching looking down at me.

“I have an idea.”

“What’s that?” I leaned up, a shiver of excitement tore through me, waking me slightly.

“Let me help you calm down darling.” His hands stopped playing with my hair, they trailed down to my neck, then my chest and finally my thigh. Where he let his hands trail lightly on the skin, moving in small meaningless patterns leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Ollie, I’m tired.” I reminded, catching his drift. The idea did sound wonderful, I just wasn’t interested in foreplay and giving tonight. The idea felt unfair.

“Let me do all the work, can you let me do that for you darling?” He began grabbing my thigh more roughly, the feeling sent shivers down my spine and my stomach flipped in anticipation. He continued, cocking his eyebrow at me.

“Please.” I gave in, the feeling of arousal winning the fight against my tired state. “I need you.”

“That's what I like to hear.” He laughed before leaning down and catching my lips in a kiss. It was slow but it was enough with his added touch to quicken my heart rate. He brought his hand up my thigh, stroking it softly until he got to my underwear, which most definitely soaked at the point. Running his finger up and down my clothed sex he chuckled lightly, pulling away. My lips tried to follow but he got too far, opening my eyes I caught onto his cocky grin.

“Tired are we?” He teased. I let out a short hiff of annoyance preparing to push back but before I could he had pushed my panties aside, thumbing my clit gently. Letting out a soft moan I relaxed pushing my head into his thigh. Everything drained from my mind at the feeling, my body went limp, twitching at the slightest touch.

“Feel good sweetheart?” I nodded in response unable to conjure up words at the given moment. His fingers sped up at my response, working quickly with my slick to make me see stars.

“So good.” I breathed out. My eyes fluttered open to see him smiling at me, the shit eating grin told me my reactions were feeding his ego but the feeling spreading through my body was enough to distract me from caring. He began to thumb with a little more pressure. I felt my hips buck into his touch on their own accord, meeting his every move with ferocity. His other hand came up to stroke my hair, running through it gently and scratching my scalp with his fingers. The feeling felt amazing paired with his work below.

“Come on baby,” He coaxed, picking up his pace below. “Cum darling, let go.” I nodded, screwing my eyes shut and shoving my face into his thigh I let out a languid moan as he worked me through my orgasm, never stopping the rhythm of his hand. I bucked into his touch until it became too much and my hips fell against the bed, he understood, slowing his hand down and going back to stroking my thigh.  

“Thank you.” I whispered, a lazy smile found its way to my mouth, batting my eyes up at him.

“I hope you don’t think I'm done with you yet.” he laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“What is the use of… Fluxweed?”

“It has healing properties but can be used in the Polyjuice potion if your sample is picked on the full moon.” I recounted my knowledge on the subject, my books flooding into my mind. “But what does this have to do with anything right now?”

“I don’t want you to be thinking about that right now, I want you to relax.”

“What did you expect? You asked.” A small giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it. Wishing I did when he glared at me.

“I mean,” He said with an eye roll. “When I am done with you I don’t want you to remember what a potion is.” I gulped at his words, his intentions sending a shiver down my spine, feeling myself growing wetter.

“Then I suggest you get to work.” I challenged. He smirked and changed his position on the bed. Hovering over my I finally got a good look at his face.

“You know I suggest you stop back talking if you want me to do this.” I smiled, leaning up I pecked his cheeks which soon took a rosy glow. “I’ll take that as an apology.” I giggled again as he started crawling down my body, peppering kisses to my abdomen that still tickled even through my clothes.

He settled himself between my thighs, pushing up my skirt, he pressed a few kisses to my hips in doing so. He was gentle as if too much pressure would cause me to shatter.

Hooking his fingers into my panties he pulled them down, I helped him by killing them off.

“So pretty,” Pressing another kiss to my folds I giggled at the contact. “My pretty baby.” He lapped a stripe up my folds, making me moan out and buck into his mouth. His hands were on my thighs, rubbing up and down and holding me in place to stop me from doing that again. He soon attached his tongue to my clit, lapping it and sucking gently every so often. The feeling was indescribable, his mouth was skilled and it made my brain foggy. I felt my orgasm quickly build, the pit in my stomach growing with every second of his teasing.

“Just like that,” I breathed out. My hands travelled up under my shirt, squeezing my breasts with instinct. The added feeling added to the fever growing in my stomach. I picked up my head, I tried to meet his eyes. They were staring intently into mine, pupils dark, almost swallowing his iris, a physical indication of his lust. When our eyes met his pace quickened, his lips surrounded my clit, sucking on it while lapping on it with his tongue. “Ollie!” I screamed his name as I came for the second time, arching my back and screwing my eyes shut in the process. He hummed against my clit, working me through my orgasm. His grip on my thighs tightened as they spasmed and tried to close around him.

Pulling back he rested his head on my thigh, placing chaste pecks to my skin. “You did great baby, can you do another one?”

My eyes widened in shock that he wanted to continue but my core ached for more. “Please?” I asked.

“How about another one on my fingers and then you can have my cock?” He purred.

I nodded feverishly. Excitement growing in my stomach, fueling my arousal.

“Spread your legs baby.” He ordered pushing on my thighs. I pulled them up and to the side of my torso. “So pretty, spread out and wet for me.”

“Only for you.” I whispered back.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He plunged a finger into my dripping heat. I clenched around him from the sudden intrusion, moaning as he curved his finger to hit deep inside me just right.

“You like that?” He sped up his finger as he asked, moving it in and against my walls.

“Yes m-more please.” He chuckled darkly, adding another finger and thrusting them to hit the spot inside of me. I moaned at the contact, he made the connection and began thrusting against the spot with more fever. Intermittently scissoring them to open me up.

I felt my muscles twitch as his speed picked up, my stomach twisted with pleasure. He wrapped his lips around my clit and began sucking while continuing his ministrations below.

“Ollie, ‘m gonna cum.” I breathed out, my hips bucked into his touch. Throwing my head back I came hard onto his fingers, my release making obscene noises against his thrusts.

“So good princess.” He cooed. Pulling his fingers out he picked himself up, situated himself between my thighs. He picked up my shaky legs, wrapping them around his hips. I watched him through heavy eyes, he released his cock from his trousers, pulling it free I noted the precum leaking from his pink tip. The sight making me want to drool.

“You want to keep going baby? We can stop if you want to.” He ran his hands up and down my quivering thighs.

“Want you, inside me.” I whimpered, my brain was cloudy and I felt tired but not completely satisfied and I needed more.

With that he pushed completely inside of me in one thrust. He paused, his hips flush with mine, his pelvis rocked against my clit causing me to clench around his length eliciting a groan from him. “Move.” He did as I asked and began to thrust into me at a slow and sensual pace. He brought his head down attaching his lips to mine, one holding himself up the other gripping my hip as he steadily pumped into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Seemingly understanding my message he dropped to his forearm, his chest pressing against mine. The feeling was erotic, it made the romantic feeling multiply and his thrusts feel all the more deep I loved it truly.

He attached his mouth to my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses against it. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling on it each time he hit the spot inside of me. “You're such a beautiful princess.” He whispered against the shell of my ear. I moaned in response, unable to talk back in my brain fog.

He thrusted into me again rocking his hips against me as he bottomed out, rubbing against my clit. The feeling made the coil snap within me. My walls clenched around him as I let out a languid moan. He grunted into my neck, continuing his pace until he stuttered, bottoming out and spilling his seed inside of me. He rocked slowly, fucking his cum inside of me before gingerly pulling out with hiss. I was shaking as he did so, letting out a whine and throwing my head back against his pillows.

I tried to slow my ragged breaths as he laid down next to me.

“Better now?” He asked, running a few fingers through my hair. I nodded breathlessly, swallowing hard. “What is the use of a Fairy Wing?” A faint smile on his mouth as he asked.

“Ollie you know honestly, right now, I don’t care.” I laughed. Eying him from the corner of my vision I couldn’t miss the cocky smile that broke out on his face. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You didn’t have to!”

“Ugh, come here.” He wrapped me in his strong arms, burying my face in his chest I breathed in his scent, his heartbeat was a constant drum that lulled me to sleep, feeling satisfied and safe in his arms.

[skiesofthesketchy]

Body Language - Part 2

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female reader

Note: Hi!! Y’all I can’t even believe how many people liked this story, like for real thank you all so much for the love and support! I hope you enjoy the second part just as much :) Again, writing smut is pretty new for me, so I hope this leaves you all hot and bothered (because GOD was I uncomfortable writing this) and I’d love to hear any feedback y’all have. Thanks SO MUCH love you. Thanks to @bricksatanakinswindow​ for helping me when I was STUCK.

Sorry if I tagged you if you didn’t wanna be... haha my taglist is a disaster rn. Really hoping I tagged everyone that wanted to be ! 

Warnings: fluffff, flirting, swearing, dirty dancing, SMUT, alcohol, 18+++

Word count: 5.3k... this long as hell, i did this for you lovelies

 Part 1 (highly recommend you read part 1 first)

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It was finally dark, and the only light came from several small bonfires littered across the boneyard. You swayed happily as you watched people equally as drunk as you dance on the designated dance floor. The music surged through your body as you closed your eyes to feel every sensation. The breeze blowing your hair away from your face, the bass from the music vibrating in your abdomen, the laughter and chatter of the party mixing in with the waves crashing on the shore. 

“Whatcha thinkin ‘bout, pretty girl?” Your moment of bliss ended when your eyes snapped open, finding JJ next to you. His smile was sweet, but his eyes displayed amusement. 

“Nothing in particular,” you replied. You took a sip of your beer and returned your gaze back to the dance floor. “You having a good night?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Then there was silence, JJ standing next to you with hands stuffed in his pockets, and you sighed.

It’s been two weeks since you had slept together. You wish you could say it wasn’t awkward, but it sort of was. Since then, you two haven’t had a single moment alone. Besides work and family stuff, you were usually with the other pogues, and you couldn’t really talk about what happened with them around. 

Even if you guys didn’t talk about what happened that day, you just wanted to hang out with him. At least then, you’d be reassured that your friendship was still the same, that the night you got carried away with each other didn’t change a thing. You were scared though, that maybe things had changed.

For one, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You had seen JJ in a totally different light. That night, he wasn’t just your reckless, womanizing best friend. He was the man kissing up and down your body, making every inch of you feel safe and loved. He was the man bringing you to your high over and over again as he thrusted his hips into yours. The man that caressed your skin and left sweet kisses on your neck and shoulder as you finally drifted to sleep in his arms. He was everything, but you pushed your feelings away, deciding it was just amazing sex and that was the only reason you missed him so much. 

One thing was clear to you, though. Sex with JJ was a one time thing. It always was when it came to him. It was only ever going to be a casual night of fun, and you were okay with that. At least you hoped you would be. Either way, you just wanted to know you still had your best friend. 

The two of you basked in the painful silence, each of you not knowing what to say to the other. You didn’t let it show on your face, but it felt like your heart was breaking. This wasn’t what you wanted. If you knew things were going to be weird, you wouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. 

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked you. You looked up at him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He hated the awkwardness just as much, and decided it was bullshit. You guys were best friends, so he was going to break the ice, even if it meant talking it out and finding out that you regretted that night he thought about so often. 

You smiled, taking his hand that he offered to you. He spun you around, making you giggle as you fell into his chest after the spontaneous twirl. “There’s that laugh,” he smiled. You beamed as he led you to the dance floor, thinking maybe things aren’t so bad between you two after all. 

The speakers played some obscure slow song, which encouraged JJ to wrap his arms around your waist and start to sway. You laughed while placing your arms around his neck. “I heard you’ve been dodging dudes all night,” he said as you two found a steady rhythm together. 

“I don’t really feel like socializing with tourons tonight,” you shrugged. The corners of his mouth turned up. “What about you? Why aren’t you trying to get with any of the tourons swooning over you?” You quirked your brow, humor laced in your tone. 

“No need. I’m already the luckiest guy here.”

“Why’s that?” you asked. 

“Cause I’m dancing with you, stupid.” He laughed as realization lit up your face, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks, the butterflies waking up in your stomach. He looked down at you with a dopey smile on his face, loving the sight of you.

While you hadn’t been able to get JJ off your mind, he was struggling just the same. He had already decided that asking you what girls like in bed was most likely the best decision he’s ever made in his whole damn life. The feelings that he’d always had for you only grew tenfold. Before, he kept them so hidden, simmering in the depths of his heart without giving them any of his focus or energy, knowing that you’d never be interested in being more than friends. After that night though, he wondered if he might actually have a chance. 

The way you initiated everything with confidence had him completely wrapped around your finger. The way you tugged on his hair while moaning out his name had him lying awake at night with an image of you swimming in his mind. The way you kissed him so passionately had him wondering if he’d ever feel such desire for another girl again. He thought, just maybe, you felt the same things he did. 

“You look gorgeous,” he said, pulling you closer so your head was resting in the crook of his neck. 

“Why thank you, good sir. You look handsome as well.” JJ chuckled softly into your hair, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. You two swayed like that for a moment, just holding each other and relaxing into one another’s touch. You both were relieved that the tension seemed to be gone. Everything was perfect, and you didn’t know why you were so worried in the first place.

There was a thought floating around in the back of your mind though. The tiniest whisper of the turmoil you’ve been going through for the past two weeks. Could you possibly like JJ as more than just a friend?

You pulled away from his embrace when the song changed. The people around you jumped and swayed drunkenly to the more upbeat music as you grabbed JJ’s hands to dance with him. He watched you with a grin on his face as you danced wildly, making his arms flail around with your hands clasped in his. “Come on, J. Get into it,” you laughed.

You grabbed his hips to help him start moving, and he chuckled at your attempts to get him to actually dance. “How ‘bout you just dance around me and make me look good, babe.” You glared teasingly at his smug expression, but decided you could do him one better. 

“Fine.” You suddenly spun around and placed his hands on your hips. He took this opportunity to pull you against him, your back flush against his chest. You caught him completely by surprise as you ground your hips back into his, oh so subtly, smirking once you heard the tiniest grunt escape his lips. 

You swayed your hips side to side, JJ following your every move with his body attached to yours. Your hands fell over his as you guided them to drag down to your thighs, then back up again to your hips. JJ’s insides seemed to ignite from the way you moved against him. Your confidence bubbling to the surface gave him flashbacks from the night you kissed him, the night you two became closer than you ever were. 

You continued to grind against your friend, your hands reaching up behind you to grasp at his long blonde locks. You don’t know where this confidence came from, but you guessed it was the alcohol. JJ definitely didn’t seem to mind your flirty dancing though, and that helped ease your mind. Your eyes widened when you felt his growing erection press into your ass.

Your first instinct was to stop your movements, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that swelled inside of you. He was enjoying this as much as you were, so you let your doubts slip to the back of your mind and ground into him once again.

JJ grunted again, which gave you immense satisfaction until he held you still by his aggressive hold on your hips. “What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You would have been disheartened by his question if his voice wasn’t so raspy. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. You slowly dipped down into a squat before coming back up, your ass making contact with his groin once more, and JJ fought to hold in a moan. 

He abruptly turned you around so you were face to face, bodies just as close as before. “You know exactly what I mean.” This time, he was the one to grind his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard-on pressing into your front. His eyes were glazed over in desire, and just the sight made your heart rate pick up. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You smiled at his confession, and you felt a familiar tingle start in your abdomen. You laced your arms around his neck and pushed your chest into his. He stayed perfectly still as he watched your face inch closer to his, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. He prepared for your lips to meet his, but you kissed his jaw instead.

You pressed soft kisses down his jawline and on his throat, the boy not being able to do anything besides experience every single sensation you thrust upon him. Your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled away from him, not being able to hide your satisfaction. He was so turned on, and you loved that you were able to make him this way. 

“Hey, where are you going?” he growled, grabbing you again by your waist and pulling you against him. 

You laughed. “I thought I was driving you crazy?” Your eyebrow lifted teasingly, and he groaned. 

“Which is exactly why I’m gonna drag you out of this fucking party and have my way with you.” One of his hands came up to your neck, thumb caressing your jaw, his tenderness leaving you breathless. 

Despite your resolve unraveling by the second, you wanted to keep up your teasing. “Me? Don’t you have some hot touron to get back to?”

He pulled you closer and rested his forehead on yours, obviously not amused by your comment. “Y/N...” he rasped, eyes boring into yours.

You smirked, batting your eyelashes. “Yes, Maybank?”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He closed the small distance between you and crashed his lips onto yours. Your arms naturally circled around his neck once again as you matched his eagerness and gave in to him. 

Kissing him, all of your doubts and confusion about your relationship with JJ seemed to vanish as you allowed your body to melt into him. It was obvious now that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The crowded party full of drunk people dancing became an afterthought as you let yourself be completely engulfed in the alluring man that is your best friend. The kiss was fueled by passion and the heat of the moment was quickly becoming too much to bear.

You pulled away abruptly, and he let out a sound of annoyance. “Let’s get out of here,” you said, eyes gleaming. 

He smiled before pecking your lips again. “Yes ma’am.” You kept your body close to cover him as he reached into his pants to tuck his erection into the waistband of his shorts so that others wouldn’t be able to see the noticeable tent. He grabbed your hand and quickly started leading you away from the dance floor and across the beach.

Unbeknownst to you, the other pogues had watched the entire scene unfold.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” John B. asked, jaw resuming its previous position on the floor.

Kiara and Pope didn’t have an answer as they watched you two practically run off hand in hand. “I think they’re gonna go fuck,” Pope said, voice distant as if he couldn’t believe the words himself.

“When the hell did this happen?” Kie asked, looking to the two boys. But they only shrugged. All of them were completely in the dark about your previous hook up, and seeing you and JJ so intimate had them all more than shocked. 

“Good for them, I guess?” Pope offered. John B. laughed, taking another swig of his beer. Kiara laughed too with a shake of her head.

“Can’t wait to confront them about this tomorrow.” The boys nodded in agreement, the group suddenly finding it hilarious that two of their best friends were hooking up. 

You and JJ had made it into the van and he drove back to the Chateau like a mad man. You told him the pogues would be pissed that you guys left them without a ride, but he didn’t care in the slightest. All he could think about was you lying underneath him, begging for him to make you cum. 

It wasn’t long before you were stumbling into the small house, JJ’s lips trying to capture yours while guiding you to the bedroom he slept in. You giggled when he tripped over the coffee table and fell into you. It was so chaotic, but you didn’t mind. It felt as if you were giddy teenagers in love, too excited to get to the bedroom to care about anything else. 

“Fucking finally,” he huffed when you two were in his room, and he slammed the door shut. You sat on the bed, looking at him with the biggest smile on your face. The thing you wanted more than anything for the last two weeks was standing right in front of you, gawking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

He crawled over you, and you promptly laid on your back, staring up at your long-time best friend. “So did those little tricks I taught you help you in the bedroom?” you asked playfully, even though you didn’t really want to think about JJ sleeping with other girls. 

He scoffed, putting more of his weight on you as his face inched closer. “I haven’t been with anyone since.” This caused confusion to cross your features. JJ was the biggest manslut you knew. It was uncommon for him to go more than a week without hooking up with someone. 

“Really?” The question fell from your lips involuntarily. 

JJ laughed while brushing your hair away from your face. “How could I when the only girl I think about is you?” His eyes pierced into yours, and you could tell he was being sincere. What shocked you more than his words was the way he looked at you. If you weren’t mistaken, it kinda looked like he was in love.

You were glowing. You didn’t know how badly you wanted to hear the words until he spoke them. With arms wrapping behind his neck, you pulled him down to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and warm, making your stomach erupt in butterflies. It suddenly felt like there was no rush now that you two were alone in each other’s arms, which was sweet and had you grinning like a child at the carnival. But the truth is that you couldn’t wait to get the boy undressed.

With considerable strength, you pushed JJ off of you and he fell to your side. He looked at you confused, but chuckled when you situated yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. You swiftly peeled off your shirt before leaning over him and kissing him again. “Someone’s eager,” he smirked against your lips. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You sat up and pulled him up with you by tugging on the collar of his shirt. You didn’t waste any time pulling the material up over his head, and he laughed again. “Damn, baby. If I knew you wanted me this bad, I would’ve gotten you alone sooner.” He was teasing you, and you weren’t amused.

“I said shut up, Maybank.” He was going to laugh again, loving how impatient you were, but you surely shut him up by crashing your lips to his once again. Warm hands caressed your sides with thumbs skimming your ribcage as the kiss quickly turned into a hungry battle between tongues. You ground into his lap to find his erection growing again, and the excitement only fueled your movements. 

You got off of him and started unbuttoning his shorts. He lifted his hips to help you slide the shorts and boxers down his legs, and they fell to the floor along with his shoes. Entranced by the sight of his cock, you were about to get on your knees, but he grabbed your hands to stop you. “Hey, hey, easy baby. Let’s get you out of these clothes first.” You didn’t miss the smug expression on his face. 

 You were standing in front of him from where he sat on the edge of the bed, and he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulled you closer by your waist so that he could attach his mouth to one of your nipples. You raked your fingers through his hair as he started leaving trails of open mouth kisses on your chest, hands unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them down your legs along with your panties. 

You felt your arousal grow with each hot kiss he pressed onto your skin. He moved slowly, as if he was savoring the taste of every inch of your body, all for him. The attention he was giving your breasts with each swipe of his tongue and twist of his rough fingertips made you dizzy. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized that this was far more intimate than just sex.  

You softly tugged his hair to pull his face away from your skin, and he looked up at you with a grin. With hands on his flushed cheeks, you kissed him fiercely and he could feel the burning hunger from within you. As much as you enjoyed soft and loving JJ, you needed him right now.

Your lips moved to his jaw and you kissed down his throat while your hands traveled down his sculpted torso. Your kisses trailed down his abs to underneath his belly button as you slowly got onto your knees, and JJ was holding his breath in anticipation, fingers weaving through your hair to collect it in a loose ponytail. 

When you two hooked up, the way he pleasured you with his mouth had you thinking about it constantly ever since. You hadn’t returned the favor though, so you were excited to finally have your hands on him. You didn’t think you’d ever get the chance again, so who could blame you for being a little eager? You wanted to see the man unravel in front of you as you took control with your lips wrapped around him.

You took his stiff length in your hand and pumped a few times as you glanced up at JJ through your lashes. His cheeks were already turning red from arousal. The sight of you on your knees was enough for him to throw you on the bed and finally bury himself into you, but he held back. He’d be an idiot to stop you now.

He gasped when you took him in your mouth, his tip hitting your soft palate. With a swipe of your tongue underneath the head, he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your face. You had just begun, and he was already finding it hard to control himself. 

You held his hips down firmly as you started to slowly bob your head. You would switch between taking as much of him as you could without gagging and only focusing on his swollen head. His grip on your hair tightened when you harshly grazed the tip of his cock with your tongue, his head falling back with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard. “You are so sexy,” he choked out.

You smiled as more moans fell from his lips, and you could tell he was close. “Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he panted. You loved that you could make him feel this good even more than you enjoyed blowing him. You released your hold on his hips so that your right hand could wrap around him and pump while you sucked harder, head bobbing faster. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck.” ‘He’s so close. Only a little longer,’ you thought, heart racing as exhaustion started to creep up on you, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to explode with your lips still around him, knowing you had done a job well done.

Without warning, he pulled you away from him by his grip on your hair. He hadn’t cum, and you were confused. You didn’t have time to ask him why as he was already picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow as you bounced onto it.

“As much as I love that pretty little mouth of yours, it’s my turn,” he rasped, holding himself over you with arms on either side of your head. 

He looked so damn good, messy blonde locks falling over his dark blue eyes, lips pouted and cheeks tinged pink. He kissed you hard as he thrusted his hips into you, his stiff member brushing against your clit. You hadn’t realized how aroused you already were just from sucking him off, and you gasped at the contact. 

His lips left yours and hungrily attached to the pocket between your neck and collarbone as his fingers traveled down your body to prod at your clit. He was sucking on your skin harshly and it was clear he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, even though you two hadn’t talked about your relationship yet. He didn’t know how you felt, but he was certain that he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“JJ,” you panted. You tried to push the man away, but he wouldn’t let up. Two long fingers had dipped easily into your wet entrance, teasing you by not going in too far. His thumb rubbed slow circles onto your clit, and as good as it felt, it wasn’t enough for you. 

You wound your hand into his hair and tugged, making his gaze meet yours. God, how he loved you pulling his hair. “Stop teasing,” you said. He smirked before pecking your lips, his hand resuming the painfully slow action. He basked in the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold in your moans. “Seriously, J,” you grumbled. “If you’re not going to do something, then get the hell off of me and I’ll take control.” 

You thought he might’ve complied, but of course he didn’t. Your impatience was much too amusing for him, and his dopey grin made you want to punch him. “Not a chance, princess.” You huffed, getting annoyed as you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, much too slow for your liking. “I like you like this, begging for me to make you feel good.”

“JJ...” you warned.

“I think you could do a bit more begging, don’t you think, Y/N?” You hated his cocky smirk. You had no idea he was such a fucking tease.

“J, please,” you sighed, almost a whisper. If he didn’t do something soon, you swore you’d shove him off of you and take care of it yourself.

Suddenly, his two fingers rammed into your core, connecting harshly with your g-spot. “Fuck!” you screamed. He smiled, bringing his face down to leave more kisses on your neck as his hand picked up speed and rammed into you over and over. Moans were escaping your mouth and getting louder, your control lessening with each thrust of his hand. 

It was only moments later than you were shaking from your climax, JJ grinning over you as you cried his name. You were kind of surprised that you hadn’t lasted long, but peering up at the man hovering over you, you figured out why. Just looking at him turned you on. The feelings you had been ignoring resurfaced and you knew that you’d never be able to look at your best friend in the same way again.

It wasn’t just how skillful he was in bed, it was everything else on top of it. You had been friends for years and had always clicked so well, so you’re not sure why possibly loving JJ never crossed your mind until now. “What are you thinkin ‘bout, pretty girl?” he broke you out of your thoughts. You laughed at his repeated words from earlier in the night.

“You,” you beamed. You reached your hand up to brush his hair away from his face, his blue eyes gleaming bright. 

“Oh yeah? What about me?” You shook your head, trying to find the words, but you were at a loss with how good he looked, his perfect lips so close to yours. “About how amazing I am at sex?” He was only joking, and tickled your sides, eliciting uncontrollable laughter from you.

“About how good I make you feel? Huh? How I can make you cum in a matter of minutes?” he continued to guess as he relentlessly tickled you. You were laughing and trying your hardest to push him away from you and stop his attack, but your efforts were useless. “Tell me, baby,” he chuckled, knowing you couldn’t get a word out.

“JJ, jesus christ, stop!” He laughed again, then stopped touching you all together, slumping into the spot next to you on the bed.

“I hate you,” you gasped, trying your hardest to catch your breath while turning on your side to look at him.

“No way. You love me,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose.

“I think I do.” You didn’t know why you said it, it just felt right. You’d never been scared to tell him anything before, so why should this be any different. His eyes never left yours, but confusion and doubt swam in them and he didn’t say anything. “I think I love you.”

Then he was grinning. He pulled you into his chest and kissed you more passionately than previously tonight. You laughed into the kiss, taking it as a good sign. “I think I love you too,” he said after pulling away. Now you were the one smiling. 

Who knew you’d be confessing your love to your best friend, cuddling naked in his bed? You certainly couldn’t have pictured this moment a few weeks ago. You kissed him again and let yourself enjoy his warmth. You both felt like you were on top of the world, in the comfort of each other’s embrace. It was all so new but felt so familiar at the same time.

You crawled on top of him and was reminded of his erection, something you still hadn’t taken care of yet. With one more peck to his lips, you reached over him to the bedside table where you knew he kept the condoms. 

He watched you intensely, hands running up and down your thighs as you opened up the wrapper with your teeth. You took the liberty of sliding the rubber over his cock, and you both were more than ready for what was coming next.

You slid his length into your entrance and lowered yourself until all of him was in you, unable to hold in your gasp. He rubbed comforting circles into your hips as you adjusted to his size. Once you did, you were bouncing fast, not willing to waste any more time. He loved the sight of you, your tits bouncing and your lips parted, sounds of pleasure spilling out of them. 

Both of his hands grabbed at your boobs roughly, making you whimper in pleasure as you tried to speed up your movements. The grunts that escaped from his mouth were cheering you on, and you ignored your sore muscles as you chased your high, but you were more concerned that he reached his.

“This okay, J?” you asked breathlessly. 

“Baby,” he moaned. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulled you down by the back of your neck to crash your lips together. You both hummed and moaned into each other’s mouths as you continued to ride him, both of you getting closer and closer. 

He could tell you were slowing down and getting tired, so he swiftly flipped you over so that he was on top. He was between your legs and firmly held your thighs apart as he picked up where you left off. He kissed you one last time before sitting up on his knees and ramming into you roughly. 

Your second orgasm of the night was quickly approaching, the knot in your stomach winding tightly. Your hands grasped at the sheets as he pounded into you, over and over. His name was lost in your series of moans, his getting louder by the second. You both were only moments from release.

He switched his position from kneeling in front of you to placing his forearms on either side of your head, the new angle making you cry out. “Look at me, Y/N,” he rasped, begging you to open your eyes. His were glazed over in lust just like yours, and you held his gaze as he thrusted into you, his movements becoming desperate. 

“I love you, baby,” he said, and you repeated his words back to him, both of you lost in the pleasure, thoughts getting fuzzy. “Are you close?” All you could do was nod as you bit your bottom lip to hold in your noises. “Cum for me, Y/N.” And you did.

It was only three more thrusts until he was cumming with you, hips bucking sporadically to ride out both your highs. No words were exchanged as he laid on top of you, exhaustion and complete euphoria clouding the room. His head rested in the crook of your neck as you both fought to catch your breaths, and you could still feel him twitch inside of you.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “I love you. I mean it.”

You grinned. As confused as you were only hours ago, you knew now that you loved him too. You caressed his soft cheek with your thumb, gazing at the man that just offered himself completely to you. 

“I love you too,” you smiled softly, kissing him again. It was warm and sweet, your bodies molded together. It was like nothing mattered except for this moment right here. 

“What the fuck are we gonna tell the pogues?” he asked. You just laughed with a shrug. 

“We’ll think about that later.” You rolled over so that you were on top of him now, admiring his happy face underneath you before you kissed him again.

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Masterlist 

[joon-ipersgirl]

"dance with me" - jhs twoshot

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, tiny bit of angst

pairing: hobi x reader (f)

summary: this is the first part of hobi’s birthday twoshot where he meets a girl on a night out on the town but loses her (a better summary will come later)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol, not a happy ending rn

a/n: whew it's been a minute. as per, school and work are kicking my ass but i wanted to write something for hobi's birthday. i actually finished this first half on time but was stuck on the second half before i decided i should make this into a twoshot. i'm going to finish it though, hopefully soon. i’ll edit everything later. either way, enjoy :)

full masterlist // part two

“Guys, I really shouldn’t,” Hoseok laments.

“Why not?” Jimin whines from his sprawled out position on Hoseok’s aging leather sofa. “It’s been weeks since you’ve come out with us.”

Hoseok shrugs. “I’ve just been… busy,” he finishes lamely.

“Doing what?” Jungkook challenges from the kitchen, his voice barely carrying over the low hum of the open refrigerator.

“Okay, I guess I haven’t been doing too much. I just haven’t been in the mood? Life is just a lot right now,” Hoseok says as he picks at the fraying carpet on the floor. He really should get a new one.

“So, let us help you feel better!” Jimin rolls off the sofa, narrowly missing Hoseok’s head with his legs and keeping his leather pants intact. “A night out dancing with your best friends. Maybe a few drinks. You don’t even have to bring anyone home if you don’t want to.”

Hoseok is still iffy on Jimin’s proposal. Usually, he’d be the one encouraging his friends to enjoy a night out on the town but starting his new job at the architectural firm downtown a few weeks ago had really taken its toll. He knew that he’d have a lot to learn when he started but he didn’t think it’d be this much, the new programming and drawing systems much more sophisticated than what he’d remembered during his undergraduate matriculation. Hoseok spent much of his free time practicing his skills, exhausting himself late into the night. All he wanted to do was rest but it was proving to be challenging after his friends showed up on his doorstep tonight, demanding he join them.

“I don’t know, Jimin.”

“You don’t have to know anything. Look, if you aren’t having a good time by midnight, I’ll call you a cab home myself,” Jimin offers. “And Jungkook will buy you your first three drinks,” he tacks on after seeing Hoseok’s unwavering expression.

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaims from the entryway.

“It’s the least you could do, Jungkook. You’re literally eating him out of house and home right now,” Jimin says, pointing to the roll of kimbap Jungkook has in his hands.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach,” the younger one counters.

“You ate an hour ago.”

“Fair enough,” Jungkook concedes. “Get dressed, Hobi. Drinks are on me,” he finishes around a mouthful of food. Jimin beams, turning to Hoseok.

Sighing, Hoseok reluctantly drags himself to his feet. “Fine. But you’re buying me drinks and dinner. Nope. I don’t want to hear it,” he says, holding up a finger. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Yes!” Jimin cheers as Hoseok heads to his room.

Twenty five minutes later, the three young men arrive at Antarri’s. Known for its strong drinks and booming bass, Antarri’s had become their regular stomping ground. It was safe to say a few other patrons recognized them in the dark; the trio’s dance reputation preceded them. On any given weekend the establishment would be flooded with young people ready to let loose their frustrations. The proximity of the city’s two major universities being just over a stone’s throw away may also help.

“Okay! Shots first!” Jimin yells over the incessant chatter. Hoseok shakes his head but follows his friend deeper into the club.

“What should we get?”

“Nothing too crazy -” Hoseok starts.

“Tequila!” Jungkook interrupts, waving his arm frantically for the bartender’s attention. Both Jimin and Hoseok blanch at the suggestion. “What? I’m buying. I should get to choose.”

Jimin shrugs. “He is buying.”

Hoseok rubs his forehead, already feeling the splitting migraine he’d have tomorrow morning. Alcohol never seemed to agree with him and he’d learned many times what pushing his limit did to him. Still, he doesn’t protest when Jungkook orders, “Your finest shots of tequila, my good sir.”

Maybe the night would pass by faster this way.

“Okay guys. What’s the game plan?” Jungkook asks around a mouthful of lime.

“Just have fun. If you’re leaving, send a text will you? I don’t want another repeat of last time,” Jimin huffs and sets his shot glass down on the counter.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long!”

“You came back the following evening missing your shirt and a shoe, Jungkook,” Jimin frowns.

“Okay but -“

“Guys,” Hoseok interjects. “Not the time.”

“Right. This is about you, Hobi. We’re going to have a great time. And you -“ Jimin points his finger at Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll text the chat that I’m alive. Let’s go!” Jungkook says, pushing off the stool and heading into the crowd.

Hoseok shakes his head at his younger friend. He worried about his safety sometimes.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Jimin checks in.

“Yeah, yeah. Go have fun. I’ll see you in there,” Hoseok responds. Nodding, Jimin pats him on the arm before setting off.

“Remember, I’ll call you a cab if you aren’t having fun,” he calls over his shoulder and then disappears.

Moving over to a less crowded part of the bar, Hoseok leans against the wall. Already his shirt is starting to stick to his skin. The music blares at an obscene level he feels in his bones and he welcomes the feeling.

Though an architect by trade, Hoseok knew his way around a dance floor. He wasn’t captain of the university’s dance team for no reason. Music was a language Hoseok translated with his body, each syllable corresponding to a particular movement as he listened to each rhythm and rhyme. Closing his eyes, he lets it speak it to him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get lost in the feeling. Limbs moving freely, Hoseok glides across the floor easily. He’s not concerned with the curious onlookers as he grooves to one of Billboard’s latest bangers. A small crowd has started to form around him but Hoseok ignores them as he spins through a move. Then, he sees you.

His body sputters through the movement until he slows to a gentle rock, eyes trying to focus on you through the pockets between people’s heads. You aren’t looking at him. Too engrossed in your own movement as you vibe with the music. Hoseok almost feels as though he’s watching himself dance. Intrigued, he moves closer.

He’s pretty sure he’s never seen you here before. Granted he doesn’t remember every face he sees but Hoseok is positive he would remember you because of the way you move. Blinking, he feels like he’s in a trance as he watches you turn, your hips swaying in time with the beat. Hoseok realizes he’s not the only one watching you. A few other guys have gathered but you ignore their presence, favoring to dance alone. Hoseok chews his lip. Did he even have a chance?

The music changes and Hoseok watches you change your movement to match the tempo seamlessly. He smiles. He would do exactly the same. Smooth RnB filters out over the sound system and Hoseok calms his beating heart, finding his own rhythm again as he slips back into his translation. When he turns, he makes eye contact with you, a small smile on your lips as you regard him. He’s pretty sure it’s the alcohol that makes him bold enough to take a step towards you.

Though you don’t move closer, your eyes don’t leave Hoseok’s. A silent exchange happens between you as you continue dancing and Hoseok matches your movements while maintaining his distance. Hoseok nearly holds his breath as you tentatively step closer. If he were to reach out, he’d surely be able to touch you. He doesn’t though. The two of you continue to dance in front of one another, though not with each other as the song changes.

When you turn - back towards him and continue dancing - Hoseok isn’t too sure of what to do. He doesn’t want to impose and ruin your night but he sure as hell would love to dance with you. He takes another tentative step forward, the space between you what chaperones at prom would call encroaching on dangerous territory. Still, he doesn’t touch you though he’s sure you can feel his breath dance across your skin.

It’s you who makes the final move.

He feels your fingertips brush against the outside of his thigh until your fingers wrap around his and place them on your hip. Jeans slung low on your waist, Hoseok’s thumb rests against your bare skin. He lets his other hand settle on the outside of your thigh, his touch light so not to scare you.

Chest against your back, Hoseok matches his hips with yours, the swell of your ass pressed tightly to his crotch. When you curl your arm around the back of his neck, fingers splayed in the hairs at his nape, Hoseok squeezes you in reflex. The heat of Antarri’s only grows worse as you continue to dance and another small crowd gathers to watch you.

Hoseok has never felt so at ease dancing with another human being. He feels like you’ve been partners since you were three and took classical ballroom together for eighteen years. You read his movements and he reads yours as you trade the role of leader and follower back and forth. In all honesty, Hoseok doesn’t want the night to end, especially when you hit a particularly dangerous move - bending at the waist with your hands on your knees, the push back firm as his hand ghosts your back. He has to stifle a groan at the sight, more than a few ungentlemanly thoughts surfacing in response.

Spinning you around, Hoseok gazes down at you as he slots one of his legs between yours. A gentle smile crosses your face and you rest your hands loosely around his neck. Hoseok gently brushes your damp hair from your forehead. You don’t look away as his hand comes to rest under your jaw. He watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip as he wraps his arm around -

“Y/N!”

The moment is broken at the scream of what Hoseok assumes is your name.

“Y/N, come on! We have to go! Code Blue!” Hoseok loosens his hold on you as you step away. Before either of you can utter a word, your friend is pulling you through the crowd and away from him. Over the din of the music, he faintly hears you call a “Sorry!” as you disappear.

Stunned, Hoseok stands in the middle of the crowd as your figure slowly becomes lost in the sea of swaying bodies. He feels like he’s just stepped out of a sauna, the trance you placed him in lifting as people start to fill in the space around him now that the show is over. Hoseok rubs his face in frustration. How could he have let you leave like that? How was he supposed to find you?

“Hobi! Hey Hobi!” Hoseok turns at the sound of his name to see Jimin elbowing his way through the crowd. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sighing, Hoseok nods.

“Okay,” Jimin says wearily. “Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s okay. Jungkook still owes me two more shots. I gotta collect.”

Jimin grins. “That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s go.”

Tossing one last longing look to what was supposed to be a promising night, Hoseok follows his friend to the bar to forget what could have happened.

full masterlist // part two

joon-ipersgirl, 2021

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OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER THREE: A GOOD SCARY STORY

SUMMARY: With teases and friendly banter, Lynn can’t help but fall under Mr. Hiddleston’s charming spell. WORD COUNT: 2.1k NOTES: Thank you to everyone reading! Dark!fics get a lot of criticism and though the story has not turned into one ((yet)), I’m very humbled by all the likes and reblogs :) WARNINGS:  dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston

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"I'M NOT ONE FOR COMPLAINING," I pant– while simultaneously lying with a straight face– dragging my feet up another flight. "But can I ask which floor your room is on?"

Only a step ahead of my slow pace, the male teacher smirks. "Not fond of stairs?"

I shrug. "Not really fond of anything involving exercise."

"I would agree," he glances back, a grin marking his face. He makes a huff, more than likely on my same page, but perhaps better off. He appears to be fit so I'm doubting three flights of stairs is killing him like it's slaughtering me. "But, a morning run isn't the worst way to start the day."

My nose wrinkles. "So you're one of those guys? Gotta make those gains, hm?" I'm not sure where my overly confident attitude is coming from. It's not like me to make comments like these to my teachers, Mrs. Gibbons being the exception but even then I am reserved. Something about being close to Mr. Hiddleston has completely altered my professionalism around people of a higher authority. Hopefully it doesn't last long and I don't run into the principle any time soon.

Finally, after what seemed like climbing Mount Doom, we reach the last step. Pausing, Mr. Hiddleston looks down to me. "You've got quite the nerve talking to your superior like a classmate."

It's obvious he's teasing, so I go along. "My superior? What, because you're a hundred thousand dollars in debt thanks to a fancy piece of paper and you've got a couple more decades on your shoulders?"

"'A couple decades?'" He repeats, quite amused.

I shrug with sass coating my entire being. "Give or take. What are you, forty? Nearing fifty?"

His gives a chuckle. "Try thirty-three."

"Really?" I ask doing a small run down while he looks away. I don't find myself in the company of thirty-somethings all that often but I can't lie; he's looking really good, especially from the backside. Mr. Hiddleston hums, and I'm not sure if that was a positive or negative sound. "You sure? Because I could have sworn I saw some grays up there."

"Oh, ha ha, you're so clever," he mocks, voice suddenly raising just a couple octaves. It causes me to jump but I giggle, feeling a strange girly feeling arise from my stomach. All I can do is tell myself not to throw up from nerves, over and over in my head.

Feeling just as confident, I reply with a whisper. "Shh! There are classes in session! You're going to get detention!"

He shakes his head. Mr. Hiddleston attempts to be serious but there's humor and teases filled between each word. "Funny you mention that: I happen to be the teacher in change of detention this week. And don't think I won't put you there because you're helping me: any other teacher would have landed you a weeks worth just from your comment on my age."

My eyes roll. "As if. You're too nice."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive," I reply, a smirk hanging on my lips.

He looks down, given my lack of height, and I move my face towards him comically. There's a smirk playing on his thin lips, the corners desperately trying to form a smile. Eye contact remains steady, but I see it more as a funny, friendly game of domination. A moment passes before he looks away, a small sigh parting his lips. "We'll see about that," Mr. Hiddleston retorts, causing me to chuckle.

From his belt, he wears one of those mini extendable cables that can hold all sorts of keys and chains. I'm honestly not quite sure what they're called. Fumbling with the keys, Mr. Hiddleston flips through several before find the the right one and pulling it towards the door, a thin wire keeping a hold on the instrument. When I was much younger, my mother would wear one clipped to the pocket of her scrubs, but hers was smaller, only allowing another clip for her RN tag. Each night consisted of me as a toddler pulling on the name tag and watching the cord return to the circular piece of plastic, unable to see the thin cable coil within. The small piece of nostalgia sets a comforting warmth in my chest.

Despite the insignificant memory, I snicker at his device. The sight of such a young and handsome man keeping his keys together with such an instrument is dorky, and definitely cute.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he sighs, flipping the fluorescent lights on. I follow him in while getting a look around his classroom.

It's relatively simple and mundane, surprisingly enough. Not like I was expecting red velvet walls or a jacuzzi, but maybe something with a bit more personality. The walls are neatly littered with the typical English teacher posters, from "Best Shakespeare Quotes" to the differences between "to," "too," and "two." There's a blank white board in front of rows of desks and a projection screen pulled down over it. Across the room are a few book shelves consisting of dictionaries, thesauruses, and books worth reading. From the distance I can easily spot several of my own favorite books, instantly earring couple brownie points from me.

I follow Mr. Hiddleston who takes a left, as a wall with a pencil sharpener blocks the right. We walk parallel to a wall which is entirely ceiling high cabinets, all closed to the curious eye. His desk sits catty corner and is much like his classroom: mess free and boring. I consider making a comment but stop myself when I notice a few photos on the filing cabinet. One is him with a graduation cap and gown, his hands bearing a diploma. The next looks like a guys night out with Mr. Hiddleston wearing a (distractingly tight) black shirt and two other men accompanying him. And last, and the one that is set before the others, is a picture of the teacher with an older woman. I can only assume it's his mother. This causes a heart warmed smile to etch across my face. It's always lovely and precious to see older men respecting and appreciating their mothers. My own tells me "mama's boys" are the worst type of man to date because in her mind, they are still children who cling to their mothers for support, emotion and financially. I have to remind her that it's not the case for every man, just for the guy she chose to marry.

"Please, set the books wherever you like." My random tangent gets interrupted by a voice, causing me to jump six feet. Mr. Hiddleston places his stack of books on his desk. I would follow suit but looking at the small space, I decide to give his personal bubble some room and I move to the nearest student desk.

Brushing my hands over my black jeans, I turn around. While the teacher shuffled through stacks of papers, I awkwardly and silently stand close to his desk. Only a few second pass do I actually realize my situation: me with the hottest teacher, all alone. I can only imagine all the jealous teenagers clawing at this chance. However, I have a job downstairs waiting for me. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Hiddleston?"

His eyes quickly shoot up. "Oh, uh no. No, thank you." Mr. Hiddleston pauses a moment to set his papers down. "I'm sorry for keeping you. I was looking to see what hour of the day I have you, but it appears there isn't one."

My eyebrows knit together at his comment. "Well, you'd have to look for a "Carolyn" if that were the case." I pause for a moment, confusion riddling my face. "Wait, whaddya mean?" Almost instantly, I'm repulsed by my southern slang, despite myself not having any drawl to my words. My voice is basically that of an incoherent cave woman compared to his smooth, charming accent. Aside from this, I feel myself floating; he's looking for a time to see me again. I have to contain a girlish squeal just as reality sets in. He's probably just curious if he actually has me or is considering making a "see you at this time" comment. Nonetheless, my heart skips a beat or two.

"Most seniors take my course as their final English requirement. Are you not a senior?"

I feel myself dimming at his comment. Unfortunately, it would appear reality strikes again. But it was honestly quite ridiculous for me to even consider the reason why he was looking for my name was for something other than educational. However, I simultaneously feel my body lighting up. "Oh, no, I definitely am a senior. I chose the writing class for my English elective. I, uh, want to be a writer so I figured it would help in the long run."

Mr. Hiddleston seems interested in what I have to say. Most tell me writing isn't a career or I have a one in a million chance in making it big. Well, if George Lucas can write the three prequels all alone and still make bank, I think I've got a pretty good shot. "Fascinating! What is your preferred genre?"

With some hesitation, I blurt out, "Fantasy, but also some horror and thrillers. I've tried sci-fi once; didn't work out too well."

"I love a good scary story," he comments, giving me a wink. I take this as a small gesture, but my insides are literally screaming. Never has a friendly wink turned me into a flustering mess. Part of me say he knows what he can do, and if that's the case, he's quite the cocky bastard.

Playing along, I give my shoulder a shrug and coolly reply, "Perhaps I can run a rough or final draft by you."

"I wouldn't mind that at all."

How does such a small statement cause all my organs and two hundred and six bones to turn into jelly?

Brushing my long hair from my face, I peek over at the clock. It's been a bit longer than I expected, the hands informing me I have five minutes left of my first class period. "Well, I ought to get going if there isn't anything else I can do for you?" I make sure to say this in the form of a question. I wouldn't mind being late to my next class just to see a gorgeous face a while longer.

Mr. Hiddleston's lips part for a moment just before clamming shut. The look in his blue eyes tell me he wants to say something, but doesn't. I'm not sure what would constitute such a hesitation; initially, I thought he would have asked me to help shelve the twenty-or-so books. The look is intense, or appears to be, just for a flash, less than a second. My own anxieties begin to shake just as a kind smile grows along his lips. "No, but I do appreciate the offer. Thank you, Carolyn."

I visibly cringe at my legal name, this look not going by the teacher so easily. He bursts a small laugh. "Not a fan or your name, are we?"

Shaking my head, I say, "No particularly. It's a bit vintage. Well, not terribly so, but I'm not over the moon about it." I pause awkwardly, my flustered nerves getting the better of me. I croak out some sounds before finishing my tangent. "I go by Lynn, though."

"Lynn it is then," Mr. Hiddleston announces. "I'll let you get going then. The bell will ring soon and I don't want you to be late on your first day back because of me."

I smirk while crossing over to the door. "Nah, I don't mind." Instantly I want to smack the back of my head. To anyone listening it would sound like I had been flirting with a teacher. Well, to be fair it would have sounded like it not matter what time someone were to jump in at. Even so, this comment I naturally came up with put me in a case of "oh fuck." With reddened cheeks, I take a look over my shoulder so see Mr. Hiddleston unfazed by my comment, thank the holy lord, except a ever growing smile. He takes his eyes off the paper in front of him, meeting me with his pretty blues.

"I'll see you around, Lynn."

"Likewise." And with that, I part down the hall, this time invested in taking the elevator.

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friends of friends. | pt. 1

A/N: Sooo guess who’s back with a new fic?! Please let me know what you guys think, and if you want me to continue this - I have lots of ideas for it! If you enjoyed it, please give it a like so I know people are interested in reading more :) The band does exist in this fic, but it’s more of a casual thing and none of the boys are famous. In this fic I tried to really focus on the characterization and in improving my writing, so yeah this is my little passion project rn while I’m in quarantine. [Also a little shoutout to @cakesunflower​, I don’t know her at all but her fics (wglylm, quiet hours, etc.) and her writing is honestly incredible and she was one of the many awesome writers on here who inspired me to start this. :)]

Word Count: 2,100+

Rating: PG-13 (mentions of alcohol, swearing)

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"Who's Calum?" Audrey was perched over a tall wooden stool, hands around a mug of steaming hot coffee. Her short brown hair landed just above her shoulders, cascading perilously towards her coffee as she stared down her friend, a sly smile on her face.

"Just a friend of a friend," Rose replied with a shrug.

Audrey's eyebrows arched in response, unsatisfied with Rose's answer.

"No seriously. I barely know him, I met him the other day at some get together Nina dragged me to."

At mention of the other girl, a smile crept onto Audrey's face. "Damn, Nina. How's she doing?" The three were close friends back in university, sharing a dorm for two years. But after school, they'd all started to go their separate ways. Nina was in public relations. A true socialite, she loved meeting new people, and could keep up conversation for hours. Since landing her new job as an assistant for some small music company, she'd managed to drag Rose along to various parties and social gatherings with increasing frequency. The two lived on opposite sides of town in Boston, but remained decently close despite this. On the other hand, Audrey had moved back home to Michigan after school, and the two didn't see her very often at all.

"She's good. Still a true extrovert." Rose said with a gentle shake of her head.

"Gotta love that girl. She was always a go-getter." Audrey laughed, taking a sip of the creamy drink.

In contrast to Nina, Rose would describe herself as a simple person. She had her little apartment, her work, a well-stocked supply of coffee, and her dog, Olive - who she'd somehow managed to sneak under her apartment's 60lb weight limit. Everything else was extra, but as long as she had those few essentials, she was perfectly content. Though as a recent university grad who was still working part-time at a coffee shop, and taking whatever freelance work she could on the side, she didn't have a lot of room for extravagances anyway. In contrast, Audrey found a job as a radio broadcaster back home right out of school, and could now afford to make the flight down to see her girls.

"Anyways don’t try and change the subject, you haven't had a man in your life in ages!" Audrey exclaimed, teasingly poking a finger against the arm of Rose's blue sweater.

Rose gave her head a faint shake, smiling gently. She had no doubt Nina had already recounted the entire work gathering to Audrey over one of her long-winded FaceTime calls. Nina had a way of getting carried away with the stories she told, which likely meant their distant observation of Calum had morphed into a much closer brush than it actually was.

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She vaguely remembered him from that last work event. He was easily recognizable by his dark curly hair, tanned skin, and youthful appearance, especially since the vast majority of others mingling looked to be in their late 30s. Rose caught drifts of conversations about sales and pitches and various public relations-related stuff. She had caught him looking over at her during one of the speeches. When she met his gaze he'd turned away.

"Who's that?" she asked, tugging lightly on Nina's arm. Nina was in the middle of rambling about some publication technique to boost online views.

"Oh, him? That's Calum. He's a member of one of the newer bands the company's signed. Seems decent, haven't really had a chance to chat with him yet."

Calum.

She never got the guts to go over and talk to him that night, even though he looked like one of the only people who was actually having a decent time, chatting animatedly with an equally tall guy around his age, drink in hand. Instead, she stayed by Nina's side, letting her talkative friend fill the silence and introduce her to many people whose names she would inevitably forget.

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It was two weeks later, and Nina had caught Rose off guard yet again, getting her to agree to another one of her work parties before Rose even really knew what she was saying yes to. The term ‘party’ was an exaggeration, to say the least. Only the watered-down drinks and the 70s hits playing at a whisper in the background gave the faintest suggestion that this was a party. Rather, it was a way for people at Nina’s company to schmooze with those from other nearby labels and PR companies, collaborating on techniques, getting insider information on new signings and album releases. And Nina was so thrilled at the prospect of sharing her knowledge and making new friends, that Rose felt obligated to say yes. However, not knowing a thing about the music industry or public relations made it difficult to relate to any of the conversations, so she often found herself glued to Nina’s side, maintaining an appropriate amount of nods and smiles to the people Nina talked to, waiting for the agonizingly slow clock to tick down. She sharply reminded herself to not give in to Nina’s pleas again, that this would be the last time she would let her Friday nights turn out like this.

Letting her thoughts wander, she remembered catching a vague glimpse of the dark-haired man earlier on in the night, but she hadn't seen him at all in the past half-hour, and figured he'd gone home. She wished she could leave too, but sadly Nina was her ride, which meant she'd be here for a while longer. By this time Rose was frankly sick of Nina's incessant chatter, and with feigning enjoyment in meeting random people she truly had no interest in.

She politely excused herself from the conversation, and made her way towards the kitchen, in the hopes she could scrounge up another drink to get her through the night. Taking a look around the kitchen, she let out a small sigh when she didn't see any alcohol. However, her eyes landed on the same curly-haired man from earlier. So this was where he'd been hiding out. His cheeks flushed a vague tinge of pink at seeing he'd been discovered, but he let out a relieved breath when he saw that it was her. One of the only other people here around his age, who didn't seem like she'd want to chatter endlessly about the management side of music.

"Hey, I remember you." He stood facing her, a gentle smile on his face. "Calum," he introduced, taking a hand out of his pocket and extending it towards her.

"Rose," she replied, lips curving into a smile as she shook his hand, his larger one temporarily enveloping hers.

"Nice to meet you," he nodded. "Do you work here?" He was sure if he'd seen her before that he would have remembered.

"No, I'm actually a struggling arts major," she confessed with a small chuckle. "My friend dragged me here. Nina."

"Oh," Calum nodded, eyes flashing lightly in recognition of a name he couldn't quite place. "The really… social one?" He asked hesitantly towards the end, unsure exactly how to phrase it.

"Yeah, you can’t miss her,” Rose said, giving her head a small shake in amusement. She felt a sense of relief as Calum's light chuckle flooded her ears.

"So I'm kind of hiding out here right now," he began, looking past her for a second to the crowd of people mingling past the doorway, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he confirmed none of the guests were interested in pulling him into another conversation.

She chuckled lightly, moving to place her empty glass near the sink. "Do you come to these kinds of things often?"

"Not really," he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "But the label wanted me to make an appearance. Somehow I keep drawing the short end of the stick this month for that kind of stuff."

She laughed, glad she didn't have to pretend this was an enjoyable party.

"It's kinda.. stuffy?" he added, nose scrunching at the word.

She nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah. A lot of middle-aged record and publication people. Not exactly my crowd either."

"Tell me about it," Calum sighed, taking a long sip of his fruity drink. "And this was all I could find," he added half-heartedly, raising the glass.

She chuckled, trying to muffle her amusement at the strange drink that didn't seem to quite fit with his look. The vividly coloured mini umbrella and bright purple liquid contrasted sharply with the metal rings that adorned his tanned fingers and the tattoos peeking out from his shirt collar.

Noting her amusement with his drink of choice, his eyes began to light up, and he chuckled along with her.

"I figured," she said, fighting to contain her smile. This only served to make him more amused, a full-blown laugh bubbling out from his full, pink lips. His laugh seemed too pure, too alive for this subdued party.

They stood in silence for a couple beats, letting the low buzz from the various people in the room flood their ears again, before Calum drained the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Did you wanna get out of here?" He asked, setting his empty glass down on the counter beside hers, gesturing vaguely to the direction of the front door.

"Oh!" She wasn't able to mask her surprise, eyebrows rising and a faintly amused but apologetic look on her face. "Wow, um… I think you're great, I really do, but that's just not quite something that I'm-"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her response. He tilted his head slightly to one side, lips parted, as he tried to figure her out. Eventually his lips curved into a smile and a gentle laugh erupted from his mouth as he realized where she was going with this. "Shit, I meant food. My bad."

And then she was blushing profusely, wanting to melt into the floor in embarrassment because how could she fuck that up? She sighed, letting out a small whine of contempt, and when she finally got the courage to look back up at him, he was watching her, eyes sparkling. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, trying half-heartedly to contain the smile that still graced his face at her expense.

"Yeah, ok." She nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "I can do food."

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She didn't quite know how she ended up at the fast-food place at 10pm, seated in a tiny booth across from Calum, watching the curly-haired man munching happily away on fries, their knees occasionally knocking against each other.

When he looked at her it was as if he was looking into her. His dark curls cascaded over his forehead, a hint of stubble on his jaw. His eyes were soft and dark brown. They crinkled around the edges when he laughed and they felt like home. It was weird for her, to feel that way with a stranger. But in many ways Calum felt more like an old friend. Like someone she'd known all her life and was just reconnecting with. At this point in the night he was beginning to look tired and sleepy, but just when she thought he was losing interest, his eyes would light up at a funny comment, and it would bring her in closer, creating the most comfortable, at ease feeling deep in her stomach. That night she learned Calum had a wicked dry sense of humour, and that his warm laugh sounded like honey.

They were there for over an hour, long after the remnants of their burgers had gone cold. Only the buzzing of the neon sign in the front window, and the quiet shuffling of the lone staff member were background noise to their conversation.

Eventually they decided to part ways, both tired and content from the night. They put their empty trays in the garbage, and left. Outside they stood only a few steps apart, trying to use each other's bodies to evade the cold wind blowing through the empty parking lot. It was already April in Boston, but some nights still felt like winter.

"Alright," he said, tugging the hood of his jacket over his head so only a few curls poked out. "Get home safe, ok?"

"I will. You too, Calum."

She turned to leave, but his fingertips brushed across the fabric of her jacket. She looked up, the movement garnering her attention. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, brown eyes searching her own.

"We're doing a little show at The Reign next Saturday night. You should come, if you want."

"Yeah I'd love to. I'll be there."

And then he was smiling, hands buried in his pockets. She took a step back and gave him a wave, which he returned, watching her for a few moments before turning in the direction of his own apartment.

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bad influence dave part 2 (d.d)

A/N: i’m sorry this is so short ): i think it’s a vibe tho. enjoy. talk to me while you read & let me know what you think. love u. thank u for reading. grateful for y’allllllll

WC: 5.1k

You see David again a week after you give him your first handjob, and it’s almost embarrassing how much you’ve begun texting each other – about anything and everything. He texts you on his lunch breaks, when he gets off of work, when he’s going into work, when he’s bored, before he goes to sleep – you name it. You text him when work is slow, in the middle of church, during the weekly family dinner at your parents’, anytime — constantly attempting to see each other. 

 At noon, David texts you while you’re about to go on lunch break, usually an uneventful hour:

 It’s so slow rn. Come see me whenever you go on break. Pls. I’m losing my mind. This old woman won’t stop hitting on me. All she wants are mimosas.

 Of course, you tell him you will. Why sit in the break room and waste your own time when you can go see him? 

 He had mentioned to you in passing where he bartends; a few streets up and over, but not too far – speed walking distance if you wanted to see him for longer than thirty minutes. 

 You make it as quickly as you can, composing yourself before opening the door. As soon as David gains sight of you, the look on his face indicates you saved him from a bartender’s Hell. He fakes an excuse to the woman, the only other person in the bar, to come speak with you. He leans against it when he’s in front of you, eyes on yours.

 “Hi, baby. Do I need to card you?” he asks, watching the familiar blush spread across your cheeks, “It’s so good to see you. What are you drinking?”

 “I’m still working!” you excuse, bitching him out playfully, “Nothing!” 

 “That’s no fun,” he rolls his eyes, “It’s on me. What do you want? Actually, don’t answer that. I’ll pick.” 

 “By the way, that’s what you wear to work?” David questions, looking you up and down approvingly as he pours a shot for you, “Sexy.” 

 “If I take a shot, you have to take a shot, too,” you bargain with him, ignoring his comment as you blush even more, “We’re both working!”

 “The only way I can drink on the job is if you buy it for me,” he explains, looking around the room and the older woman, “buuuut...is anyone looking? And I’m not the lightweight here, remember?” he chuckles, “Miss Two Drinks and I’m Drunk.”

 You flush as he places your glass on the bar, “It’s tequila. Salt on the back of your hand, honey.” 

 “I know how to do a shot of tequila,” you gripe, eyes rolling as you lick the back of your hand, “Just ‘cause I’m a virgin doesn't mean-”

 “Okay,” he shrugs rudely, not caring about your defense, “Just do the shot, baby. Cheers.”

 “Cheers.”

 You clink your glasses and David’s eyes follow your tongue when you dump some salt on top of the wet skin. You lick at it, meeting his eyes and downing it. You reach for the lime and suck on it as he finishes his, taking your glass from you.

 “When can I see you again?” you ask, gazing at him as he leans against the counter, “I’m off at five.” 

 “I’m off at six. You wanna go dealing with me tonight? I need some company, and we can go back to my place afterwards,” he questions, eyes on yours, “You can weigh everybody’s shit for me and split it up.” 

 “Okay,” you agree, slightly excited at the prospect, “Do you want me to come back here when I get off?” 

 “Yes,” David replies, “I’m getting you high afterwards, though. Don’t say no. I’ll give you, like, the whole experience. Are you working tomorrow?”

 You shake your head, blushing, before he responds, “Great. Me either, so you’re spending the night.” 

 You gape at him, “I don’t have my stuff-”

 “I’ll take you by your place beforehand,” David offers, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Stop stressing, baby.”

 You sigh, hating how many hearts are filling your eyes as you gaze at him and hating that you have to leave, “Okay. I have to go. I’ll see you in a few.”

 He tells you to wait, slipping out from behind the bar and leaning his head down, kissing you. “Okay. You can go now. I’ll see you later. Wish me luck with that one over there.” 

 ++

 Five-thirty seems to be around the time the bar is getting busier due to everyone getting off of work, and the stress on David’s face is evident. He hasn't even noticed your arrival yet, attempting to keep polite conversation with his customers. 

 Six rolls around and he’s immediately clocking out, gruffly wishing his coworker good luck and making his way over to you, “Sorry, sweetheart. Fucking busy tonight. Let’s get out of here.” 

 You do, and David’s immediately lighting a cigarette and unbuttoning his black dress shirt as soon as you step outside. He had rolled the sleeves up since you last saw him, and he slips the garment off while his cigarettes and lighter are still in his hands and out of his breast pocket. 

 His black t-shirt remains, tucked into his slacks which are secured with a belt. He’s guiding you to his car silently for a few minutes, tossing out his cigarette before unlocking the vehicle and climbing in. 

 “I gotta shower before I do anything else,” David tells you, starting the car and pulling out of his spot, “It’s been like that in there since three. I’ve been sweating like a bitch; I feel disgusting.” He casually rests his free hand on the inside of your thigh as he drives, leading the small talk – as he always does. 

 David doesn’t mind being the talkative one; he likes bringing up subjects that are taboo to you, watching you refuse to meet his eyes and blush as he presses the topic, becoming more detailed as he speaks. 

 He usually goes until you tell him to stop, reacting with an affectionate rub at the skin of your thighs, “Sorry, baby, you know I like seeing you get all worked up and not know what to do about it.”

 Once at his place, he quickly showers and changes while you patiently wait on him. It takes him ten minutes, tops, before he’s ready to go. 

 “Alright,” David says casually, grabbing his keys and motioning to his bedroom door, “Come here, follow me. My roommates and I all deal at least a little bit — I’m the best one of all of us — so this is where we keep our shit.” He takes you into another bedroom, turning the lights on and pulling out his phone.

 “Okay, baby,” he sighs, “This is the part that sucks. We gotta go through what everyone wants and weigh this shit. I don’t like weighing as we go. It’s time consuming. It’s gonna take some time. Let me explain how this works. Hand me that bag.” 

 You do, grabbing it and passing it to him, “So, I’ve got a pretty big amount of this shit – for Chicago, at least. I buy from a guy who grows in Iowa, so I can get his bud for cheap and sell it for good cash here. Weed’s legal now, so it’s kind of fucking me up, but kids eighteen to twenty-one can’t buy, so they’re who I sell to the most. I don’t sell to minors — obviously.” 

 He continues, “This is a pound, and it’s the best weed I’ve had in a while. Here, in Chicago, this is worth two thousand.” 

 “Dollars?”

 “Yeah,” he laughs slightly, “I buy it for half that, but the most people usually buy at a time from me is an ounce. I go see him like, once a month? It depends on how much people are buying. It’s a long fucking trip and I always have to do it in one day because of work – maybe you can come with me next time I have to go.”

 “Anyway,” he sighs as you try to not think about how much money he must be making under the table, “We gotta do this, baby. Here’s the list of people and how much they want.” 

 Admittedly, he does all of the work, but talks you through the process and answers your questions. He weighs the weed and puts them in plastic bags according to size, writing their name and amount in Sharpie on the front.

 You get to a certain guy named Luke, and David reacts, “Oh, fuck Luke. He doesn't get the good shit and never will – I hate his stupid ass. I have a whole stash of shitty weed for him in the cabinet right there.”

 David weighs Luke’s weed and describes why it’s shitty and how you can tell, bitching about the kid, “He’s a fucking idiot, though. I overcharge him for terrible weed, and I get texts from him saying how good it is. It takes, like, an entire eighth to feel anything. He’s a rich white nineteen-year-old, so I don’t really feel bad about it.”’

 “So, how much will you make tonight?” you ask as he puts it all in one bag, sighing and doing the math in his head.

 “Fuck, I don’t know – six hundred? Six fifty? Maybe seven at the most? We can count it when we’re done,” he shrugs, “Let’s get going; it’s getting late. This is my favorite part.” 

 David goes down the list in his notes and calls them on speaker phone as he drives, script usually sounding the same for every person: “Hey, man. Do you want me to pull up or meet you somewhere? I can do either one.”

 Before he meets his first guy, David reaches over and gently tucks your crucifix into your shirt, slightly rubbing at it over your blouse affectionately, “Druggies are atheist shitheads. They’ll talk about it if they notice it. Keep it there until we’re done. I’m sorry.” 

 It’s too hot seeing him get out of his car, weed in the palm of his hand as he daps his customer up and sneakily slides the cash into his pocket before bidding them a polite farewell, keeping the conversation short. 

He has to make about fifteen stops before he’s completely done for the night; some of them ask about you, wondering your name and age, before David defends you, “Alright, bruh, just pay me. Stop hitting on my girl.” 

 After every time he says it, he feels the need to immediately apologize once you’re alone again: “Sorry again. I know you’re not my girl, but I know you don't want them trying to talk to you. It’s just easier to say you are. They’re not going to fuck with their dealer’s girlfriend – especially since you go to the parties, too.” 

 David’s parked outside of your apartment building as he quickly begins counting how much money he made, murmuring under his breath as his thumbs do all of the movement. He counts it in under ten seconds, passing the stack of cash to you, “Seven thirty-five. I was close – sold a little more. We didn't even sell that much, honestly.” 

 “Count it again,” you tell him, “I want to see that again.” 

 He chuckles, eyes glancing between you and the cash, biting at his lips as he quickly counts it again, “Seven thirty-five, baby.” 

 “Hot.”

 David laughs at you and stuffs the cash into the pocket of his shorts, “Let’s get your shit and go home, honey.” 

 It's his first time visiting your place, and he expects it to be littered with misplaced Bible references and at least semi-unorganized, but it's not: you’re as organized as he is and oddly, there’s no clear evidence of your beliefs – something which surprises the shit out of him for someone who wears a cross around their neck every single day. 

 He keeps his eyes mostly to himself as you rifle through your belongings in your room, glancing at your walls and around your living room.

 “Jesus, sweetheart, how long are you planning on staying?” He motions towards your bag once you come out, watching your eyes widen.

 “I mean...you’re saying could stay longer than tonight?” you suggest, bargaining, “Two nights. I’m off the next two days.”

 “Fine,” he gives in, eyes rolling and giggling at you slightly, “I work the day after next, but you can stay as long as you want to, baby. You’re always welcome.”  David takes a step towards you, kissing you quickly, “Put your clothes back. You’re gonna be wearing mine.”

 “No,” you resist, his hands coming to your waist, “Those are yours.” 

 “Put them back,” he repeats, kissing you, “Don’t make me tell you again.” 

 “Ugh,” you groan, listening to him and doing as you’re told – you love when he tells you what to do, and he knows it. It’s his favorite button to push. 

 You return to him, and his fingers gently tug the chain of your necklace out of your shirt, fixing it so the clasp sits at the nape of your neck. “Better. It feels wrong to see you without it.”

 ++

 David’s two roommates are home, now, and he briefly speaks with them with you standing at his side, his arm shamelessly thrown around your shoulders. 

 “Dave,” one of them calls out, “Come here. Dude. Ester called the house. Call her back.” 

 “What?” he replies, “Why the house? She has my number. Fuck, okay.” 

 You don't know who Ester is, and David sits on the couch, tugging you into his lap in front of them as he pulls his phone out. His roommates don’t seem to be paying you any mind as they watch TV and smoke, and you wonder how many other girls he’s brought home. 

 “Bro, she didn't even call my phone,” he states, rolling his eyes, “I didn't think she did. Me and Y/N were just out delivering for, like, two hours.” 

 “Oh, shit!” the other one exclaims, “You’re Y/N? Sick. Nice to meet you.”

 “Sorry, baby,” David apologizes quickly, dialing Ester and introducing you, “Dima. Ilya. Both are idiots and shitty dealers–”

 “Heeeey, Ester!” David’s tone changes immediately, “What’s up? Why’d you call the house and not me? Is something wrong?”

 You hear a voice on the other line, his arm draped around your waist as he listens, eyes rolling back, “No, Ester, I can't help you with your Precalc homework. I’m sorry, kid. You know that I took idiot classes in high school. You’ve always been smarter than me. Ask Dad! Or, better yet, why don't you just look it up?” 

 David shuffles slightly with you in his lap and lights a cig, letting you rest your head in his neck, “I’m sorry I can’t help you, honey. You know that I miss you. I want to come up next Friday...I’ll be off. Will everyone be home?” 

 It’s now obvious that he’s speaking to his sister as he listens to her chatter, absentmindedly rubbing at your back, his leg bouncing up and down, “Okay. I’ll be there. I promise. Tell Ma that I’m coming. I love you, Es. You know you can call me whenever. You’re my best friend.”

 He hangs up shortly afterwards, taking a drag from his cigarette and sighing, “Christ. Vernon Hills next week, you guys. It’s official. You fuckers are coming with me, so make sure you’re off,” David demands, motioning towards Dima and Ilya. 

 “Whatever,” he continues, standing and putting his cigarette out, pulling you with him, “We’ll be upstairs. Leave us alone – she’s staying the night and I’m off tomorrow.” 

 David daps both of them up, before Ilya speaks, “Sick. Have fun. Goodnight, bro.” 

 David quickly tells you to ignore him and leads you up to his room, shutting the door behind you. The first thing he does is rifle through his drawers, tossing clothes at you. He’s surprised at how quickly you react, requesting that he unzip the back of your dress.

 He does, slowly, pushing your hair away from your neck and patting your waist politely before removing his touch. You pull on his smallest pair of sweats, still having to tighten the draw string around your hips and slipping on one of his t-shirts. 

 You’re not sure why it feels so easy to be intimate with him in ways you never could with anyone else while only knowing of him for a few weeks; maybe it's how nonchalant he is, or how unabashed he is. Nothing is too embarrassing or unbearable for him, and it rubs off on you. 

 David’s polite, and doesn't judge you over things you’re ignorant about; he’s happy to explain and guide you if you want to know about what he does, and he fucks heavily with your eagerness to please him and learn. 

 He doesn't know if this will turn into casual hook ups or something more, he’s going to leave that up to you, but he enjoys your company and bashfulness. It makes his dick hard. 

 David casually makes out with you on his bed, hands to himself and not grabby, before pulling away and asking, “You wanna smoke?” 

 “Sure,” you reply, sitting up with him. He digs through his bedside table, muttering, “I’m gonna teach you how to roll. It takes a little bit of practice, I guess. I don’t know – I’ve been doing it for so long, I don't even pay attention anymore. Hand me that tray.” 

 You lie down on your stomach, facing him as he sits cross legged on his still-made bed. He breaks open a pack of Berry Dutch cigarillos with his teeth, "So, the first step is to split it. Some people can crack a blunt with just their hands. I can't. I need a blade for it." He grabs a razor blade from the tray before sliding the edge of the blade down the middle of the blunt precisely.

 "You want it to be a spliff or a blunt? You pick, I don't care," he asks you, watching your clueless features, clarifying, "A spliff has tobacco still mixed in with the weed, and a blunt is straight weed.”

 “Um,” you shrug, meeting his eyes, “Blunt, I guess.”

 "Okay," he replies, dumping tobacco onto the tray, "Scrape out the tobacco. I’ll clean it up later."

 David grabs his weed and his grinder, "Grind your weed down into shake – it takes, like, a gram or a gram and a half to fill up a blunt." He stuffs the grinder and closes it, twisting it and tapping the top.

 “I don't smoke what I sell,” he explains, “My personal stuff is from one of my buddies in Vernon Hills.”

 “Oh,” you reply confusedly, “Why not?”

 “‘Cause Biggie said not to,” David shrugs, quoting, “‘Rule Number Four: I know you heard this before, ‘Never get high on your own supply.’ You know, like, Scarface?” 

 “...What are the other rules?” You ask, not getting it.

 He chuckles, scoffing slightly, “Later, babe.”

 “Anyway,” he says, getting back to the subject, “Some people put in a filter at the front, but...I don't have time for that. I’m too impatient for it," he explains, "Hold the blunt wrap and dump it, but make it even."

 He spreads out the shake into the blunt while flattening it against the tray, folding the seams over each other, "Roll."

 "You lick," he demands, leaning down and holding up the edge for you to lick, "Along the line. Not too much, though. Just enough."

 You obey and he watches your tongue, making a soft noise at the sight, "Goooood. Now, we stick it."

 David sticks the seams together, folding and pressing them together, "Okay, now you bake it, baby."

 He fumbles for his lighter, a fancy refillable Zippo, flipping it open and running it over the sides to ensure they stay conjoined. He puts it between his lips, lighting it and blowing out the flame at the end.

 David hits it, placing the tray on the floor by his bed, passing it to you, “Done. It’s pretty easy, just remember: split, empty, grind, stuff, roll, lick, stick, and bake.” 

 You get better at hitting it by yourself every time you smoke with him, exhaling easily as you scoot over to him. You pass it back to David as he lies against his headboard, tugging you into his chest and placing his hand on your waist. 

 “David,” you say after a few minutes of passing it back and forth, him grunting out a Hmm? a response, “Um. You asked me last week what I like. I don't know, but what do you like?” 

 “I’m not telling you yet,” he stifles a laugh, moving to put the roach out in an ashtray on his nightstand, “‘Cause I don't want you to like something just ‘cause I do. You wanna find out what you like?” 

 “Yeah,” you nod, blushing, “For you.” 

 “Okay,” he gives in, shrugging, “Can I touch you?” 

 You nod as he sits up and stands from the bed, “Whatever you wanna do. Go ahead.” 

 David tells you to stay where you are, rubbing at his eyes and grabbing his laptop, tossing it on his bed in front of you, “We’re gonna watch porn. Take the sweats off.” 

 “Wait-,” you say nervously, chewing at your lips, “Nevermind. Okay.” You obey him, untying the string and pushing the garment past your hips, already nervous. 

 “Don’t get anxious, baby,” David reassures as he climbs into bed with you again, “I’ve got you – this is just the easiest way to find out. Sit between my legs.” 

 He leans his head over your shoulder and logs into PornHub, wrapping one of his arms around your torso comfortingly as he feels you already blush against him. You’re visibly mortified as he clicks a video in his recommended tab, his free hand coming to palm you over your underwear. 

 You make a slight noise before he hushes you quietly, “Watch. Don’t touch yourself.” 

 David doesn't move his hand as he reads your body language, not watching the video at all as you buck up into his touch. “You like that or you like me touching you?” 

 “You,” you reply, clearing your throat and repeating yourself, “You.”

 “Stop thinking about me being here,” he advises, voice gruff behind you, “Think about me doing the things to you that they’re doing. Think how you would if I wasn't here. Got it?”

 You nod against him, eyes on the screen as he holds you close to him, your back pressed against his torso. Your breath becomes heavy as you watch the man eat the woman out and finger her, wanting it to be you and David. Your pussy must be thinking the same thing you are as you involuntarily twitch and clench against his touch.

 David murmurs in approval, “Good. Just like that, baby.” 

 He switches to another video, a deep throatfuck, and watches your face as the woman gags around her partner – lips parted and breathing heavily. Again, you want it to be you and David, but you tell him this time, cheeks red: “I wanna be able to do that for you.” 

 “We can work up to that,” he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “I like that too.” 

 “That’s enough of that for now,” David says, reaching forward and shutting the computer, “We can do it again tomorrow. We’re not done – I want to touch you.” 

 He breathes over your shoulder, muttering and tugging at the waistband of your underwear, “But can you take these off for me?” 

 You do, slipping them down your thighs and legs before he moves from behind you. David props you against the pillows, where he was, and lies on his stomach between your legs, scooting himself closer.

 “Jesus fucking Christ,” he comments as his eyes land on your pussy, gasping softly and glancing back up at you, “Can I touch you?” 

 You say a quiet yeah before his fingers are spreading your pussy apart delicately with one hand, the other arm wrapping around one of your thighs. He places his free hand on top of your stomach affectionately, eyes flitting between you and your pussy. 

 “Oh, God,” David says to himself, fingertips running over your folds and collecting your slick. You’re so wet he can hear every move his fingers take, and David takes it upon himself to press kisses up along the inside of your thigh, meeting your eyes and watching your face as he slips his middle finger inside of you.

 There's so much resistance that, even with your wetness, he can barely get it inside of you. He watches your mouth drop open silently in response, before he speaks, “Holy fuck. I don't know what I was expecting, but you’re so tight.”

 “If it hurts at any point, tell me,” he advises, moving his arm from around you to spread you apart again, still in disbelief at the sight, “Fuck me.”

 You’re embarrassed as he spits on you for more lube, spreading it around and rubbing it in before trying to move his finger again. You gasp as he hits the knuckle and he glances up at you quickly, not saying anything – he knows the difference between a good and a bad gasp.

 “Jesus,” David advises, pulling his finger out slowly and spreading you apart, “I can literally see your…”

 He cuts himself off and trails, not wanting to finish his sentence, moving from between your legs and into his nightstand. You make a noise before he hushes you, “Shh. Give me a sec. I’m not done. This’ll make it easier.” 

 He grabs lube and settles between your thighs once more, putting some on his fingers and beginning to touch you, “It doesn't even look like you touch yourself.” 

 “I don’t,” you admit, embarrassed as he gapes at you slightly.

 “Oh, my God,” he says simply, slipping his middle finger in easier this time, “So you’ve never cum?” 

 You shake your head and he exhales sharply, beginning to move it in and out, “I’ve got you, baby. Don’t be nervous.” 

 “Relax, babygirl. You’re too tense right now – even with the weed,” he comments, still working, “Stop thinking so much.” 

 You sigh and nod, trying to relax yourself, but it doesn't work, and David pulls away entirely, “Now’s not a good time.” 

 “What? Yes-” you attempt to reply before he cuts you off, shaking his head.

 “No. It’s not,” he moves to lie next to you as you slip the sweats back on, kissing your forehead, “It’s okay. It’s not a bad thing, I promise. You’re just super in your head right now. We can try again later.” 

 “Ugh, I just want to be able to-”

 “I know,” he replies, moving to light a cigarette, “I know, honey. We’re both high, though – maybe when we’re sober.” 

 You move to rest your head in his neck as he gazes at the ceiling, “Your pussy is so nice, no cap.” 

 “It is?”

 “Hell yes,” he says confidently, “Ugh. Wow. I’m gonna have dreams about that one tonight.” 

 “David...” you trail nervously, anxious to ask your question, “Can I ask you something? How many girls have you been with?”

 “Honestly, sweetheart,” he replies with ease, still nonchalant about something so personal, “I don't know anymore. I don’t keep track. Maybe thirty? I don't even remember most of their names. If you’re asking because of, like, STDs - you don’t gotta worry about anything. I’m clean.” 

 “That’s not why I was asking,” you clarify, getting the guts to take his cigarette from him and taking a drag, easily now, “I wasn’t worrying about that, but literally, like...how?” 

 He shrugs as you pass the Camel back to him, “You’re a nice girl, baby. I’m not nice. That’s how.”

 Your eyebrows scrunch together as you move to look at him, “You are nice, though.” 

 David scoffs, “Honey, I’m a drug dealer. Just because I’m a good man doesn’t mean I’m nice.”

 “Yeah, but...you’re nice to me? You don’t even have to be. You could be mean and I’d still want to have sex with you and stuff.” You’re still confused as he takes a final drag and puts out his cigarette, tugging you closer.

 “You saying that is exactly why I’m not a nice guy,” he promises, “Because you don’t even have to tell me that. I know you would.” 

 You don’t understand at all and you sigh against him, David continuing, “I know that I’m nice to you, baby, but that’s because I like you. Why are you even picking me to do this with?”

 You roll to settle on top of him, looking up at him, “I don’t really know. I just trust you. Don’t deflect...You like me? I thought you just wanted to fuck me once and leave.”

 “Ew, it’s so weird hearing you curse,” David reacts, nose scrunching up, “Yeah, I like you. No shame in it.”

 He pushes your hair out of your face and licks his lips as he watches you blush at his words, replying, “I like you, too.”

 “Yeah?” he says, “Your parents definitely wouldn’t.”

 You roll your eyes, “My parents can - Ugh. I’m twenty-two. I can date who I want. I don’t want my father knowing what goes on in bed, and honestly? It’s kind of weird that he feels the need to know.” 

 “Jeez,” David’s eyebrows fly up, “I thought you were, like, devout.” 

 “I am,” you shrug, “But just because he took a celibacy vow doesn’t mean I can’t get laid. He’s not even a priest, ‘cause he has kids. The Church won’t let him be. Ever.”

 “So, what is he, then? My parents are Catholic, but they don’t go to church here. They said they liked Slovakia’s better,” David asks, eyes on yours, “‘Cause, you know, they speak Slovak.” 

 “I don’t even know what he is,” you admit, “He won’t tell us. My mom knows. He’s just not a priest. I think he resents me and my brothers for it.” 

 “Bruh,” David says informally, rolling his eyes, “I’m sorry, but, like...fuck your dad.” 

 “No, I agree. It’s okay,” you shake your head, “Fuck my dad.”

 “Ew,” he reacts the same way, “Stop it. It sounds so dirty coming out of your mouth.” 

 You giggle and move up to kiss him slowly, arms wrapped around each other, before David breaks, “After we fuck, lemme meet your parents.” 

 You laugh slightly, surprised, “Okay. Why? You’re gonna have...to not be you.”

 “Because,” he kisses you again, “I just want the satisfaction of knowing I railed the fuck out of their daughter when it’s something they fear so much.”

 “You’re such a bad influence,” you press, rolling your eyes, “You’re gonna ruin me.” 

 “You want it,” he rolls both of you over, now hovering over you, “That’s the goal.”

 “I guess so.”

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 66)

*me rn:

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

“Where have you been, Darling?” I asked when I noticed Wendy walk back into camp.

“I went to see Tigerlily and Tinkerbell.”

“How was that?”

“Good. They’re interesting women. Tinkerbell is a little rough around the edges and prefers to keep to herself but she’s nice. She’s only been here a couple days and she’s already working on plans for a treehouse.”

“Really? I’ll have to go see her later. See if she’d like some help.” I still felt indebted to her for saving my life. There wasn’t a whole lot to do on the island anyways. Spending my day building something didn’t sound too bad.

I looked around the camp and sighed. Peter had disappeared after I sent him away at training. I checked all the usual places but he had simply vanished. I was starting to get worried. He didn’t look too well when I left him. What if the idiot had collapsed somewhere?

“Looking for someone?” Wendy snapped me back to attention.

“Have you seen Peter? He’s been missing for a while.”

She shrugged. “Don’t know where he could be.”

“Neither do I.” I tried to focus on the book in my lap but all the words kept scanning past my vision without retaining anything.

“Why’d you come back?” Wendy said quietly.

“Hm?”

“Why’d you come back to Neverland after you were so set to leave it behind?”

“I was gonna die where I was. We needed a quick escape and I thought of Neverland first. It seemed the safest option.”

“It wasn’t convenience that brought you back here. Not entirely.” she grabbed my hand to reassure me, “Why’d you really come back?”

~~~

The second star to the right…

I craned my neck further up to see through the bars of the window in my cell. The pain made my vision blur and it was hard to focus. Tiny white specks of light against the dark sky. Please let this work.

“I...I believe…” I whispered to the stars, “I believe…”

The pain became too much and I dropped my dead weight into my shackles. Please let it work. Let the shadow come. Please. Please...help me...

I heard the sound of footsteps enter into my cell. The Dark One was back. An ugly and pathetic sob passed my lips. He was saying something but I couldn’t hear it over my own cries. The shackles around my wrists unclamped and I dropped to the ground.

What’s happening? What’s he doing?

I squinted my eyes open and saw that it wasn’t the Dark One at all. It was a woman. “Wha…”

“Shh,” she silenced me as she pulled me up and slung my dead weight onto her shoulders. “We’re getting out of here.”

She pulled a magic bean out of her pocket and threw it on the ground.

Peter! My mind screamed as we fell through the portal. Not Neverland. Not safety. Peter. My Peter. My home.

My love.

~~~

“I came back because…because I missed everyone.” Not a complete lie, “Devin, Nick, Ben, Felix, Tigerlily, and even Peter. I wanted to come home. It just took a couple weeks of torture for me to realize that.”

Wendy stayed by my side the rest of the day quietly reading over my shoulder. I couldn’t focus on the story but for the sake of Wendy I continued to flip the pages for her to read.

That night I was in Peter’s tent half asleep when I felt someone lay down next to me. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know it was Peter. I let out a small breath of relief when I felt his arms encircle me and draw me close to him.

In the morning Peter didn’t talk about where he had disappeared to and I didn’t ask. What he did though was steal me away from the camp and the boys with the promise we were doing something fun. We climbed higher and higher through the jungle until I noticed exactly where he was taking us.

“You ready to do this?” Peter asked.

“I’m not so sure anymore,” I creeped closer to the edge of the cliff. It was the same cliff that overlooked Skull Rock. How appropriate that my flying lesson would take place at the spot Peter had threatened to toss me from and where I had shoved him over once upon a time.

“Is my Lost Girl still scared of heights.”

“The height isn’t the problem. The falling to my death upon a bunch of sharp rocks against a cliffside is.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here to catch you.” he assured me giving my shoulders a tight squeeze. In his other hand he held up the vial of pixie dust.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I took a deep breath as Peter uncorked the vial.

“Flying is simple, it’s just a matter of faith, trust and little bit of pixie dust.”

“Isn’t faith and trust the same thing?”

“Have faith that you can fly and trust that the pixie dust will work.” he corrected me.

“But what if I do fall?” I edged closer to the edge of the cliff my heart hammering in my chest.

“Oh but, pet,” he sprinkled the pixie dust over my head, “What if you fly?”

“Peter…” I know that I had wanted to do it but every instinct in my head was screaming to get away from the ledge.

“You can do this. Remember, faith...trust...and a little push.” he said the last word so softly I barely heard it before I felt his hand push on my back and I fell over the edge.

A loud scream escaped my throat as I started free-falling towards the water.

“PETER! YOU DICKBAG!” I screamed as the waves came closer and closer.

“Trust, Y/N, trust the dust. Think of something pleasant.” I hadn’t noticed until then that Peter was falling right alongside me with a huge grin plastered against his face.

“PETER!”

“You can do this.” he looked way too calm for someone who was hurtling toward their doom. “Ride the wind,”

Ride the wind. Ride the wind! I closed my eyes and focused on the air around me. I imagined the pixie dust settled in my hair. I thought of Peter and I riding on horseback across a glade. When I opened my eyes I wasn’t falling anymore but shooting straight out across the ocean mere feet above the water.

“Oh my god…” the terrified beating of my heart started to slow as I took in the fact I was actually flying. “I’m doing it! Peter, I’m doing it!”

“I know you could,” he was right next to me relaxed as could be. He reached out a hand when I started to wobble to even out my flying as we turned around back to the island.

Now that my life wasn’t in mortal peril my anger had returned. I gripped the hand he was holding tighter and reached over smacking him repeatedly. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You pushed me off a cliff!” I shouted at him as I continued to try and hit him. By now he had let go of me and put some distance between us.

“Consider it payback for when you did it to me,” he smirked.

“That was decades ago! You’re still mad about that?”

“No, but did it feel good to see your face.” he started laughing maniacally.

“That’s it!” I shot at him. He dodged easily having had hundreds of years of practice. “Get over here so I can hit you!”

“Only if you can catch me!” he took off and I sped after him. We zoomed all across Neverland as I tried to catch up to him. I knew it was useless. He was a natural born flyer and I was still shaky by myself. There was no way I was going to be able to catch the little imp but hell if I wasn’t going to try.

I watched as he started to speed around a mountain. I knew this mountain. There were caves all throughout it that could bring me to the otherside faster than going around. Maybe I could capture him! I ducked down into the nearest opening. It was then that I realized I had picked the wrong entrance. It was a dead end. I tried to turn to avoid the walls but was going too fast and collided with the hard stone instead.

All around me was a deep abyss. I was still in some control and used it to crash myself onto some solid land.

“Y/N!” Peter ran into the caves. “Oh bloody hell woman.”

“Yeah, not a very graceful landing.” I dusted myself off, “And I think I twisted my ankle.”

“Not that, do you even realize where you landed.”

“In a...oh…” I took in exactly where I was. Echo Caves. I didn’t come here often but I could tell the severity of my dumb luck. Instead of going for the large patch of land that lead out of the caves I was now stranded on the column of stone with no way out. “Got any more pixie dust?”

“No. I used up the last bit on you. I’d have to go scavenge for some more.” he ran his hands through his wind-tangled hair.

“So I’m going to be stuck here for hours while you go climb some trees?”

“Not necessarily.” he eyed the gorge between us, “You know these caves. You know there’s another way to get out.”

“No.” I plopped myself down, “No. I’ll just stay here.”

“Y/N--”

“Nope! Just leave me be.”

“I can’t just let you stay over there either.”

“Then you go better threaten some of the boys into spilling their secrets because I’ve got nothing.”

“Really? Nothing at all to voice?”

“No. Not to you at least.” It wasn’t a secret but it was strange to admit, “You know all my secrets. There are no more dark shadowy parts of me that need be revealed. Not to you.”

The space between us seemed to grow larger through our silence. I turned around so he couldn’t see my reddening face, “Just go find some pixie dust.”

“You may not have any more secrets,” Peter said, “But I do.”

“Please,” I look back over my shoulder, “I know everything about you. What else could there possibly be that you’re willing to share?”

“More than I care to admit.” he stepped to the edge of the abyss.

What deep dark secrets could he have? I already knew about his childhood, his relation to the Black Fairy, how he was cursed, what he had to do to save his life, what more could there possibly be?

“Okay, if you wanna try then by all means. Be my guest.” I could not wait to hear this.

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I um…” he took in a deep breath, “Sure you have nothing to say?”

“Not that I can think of. Is what you have to say really that personal?”

“A person’s deepest secrets are hard to admit. I would think you of all people knew that.”

This was hard on him. He’s told me a lot, confided so much in me, what was so bad or so personal he had trouble telling me? “Peter, Peter look at me.” I pleaded. He brought his eyes back up to me. “Whatever it is will not change anything between us. You know that right?”

“You’re wrong.” he shook his head, “It’ll change everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that for so long you have been my friend. Someone I can confide in, someone I trust more than anyone else. I’ve gone out of my way for you, let myself become attracted to you, let myself become attached to you in a way I know I should have never let happen. I know I should have walked away from you but I didn’t and looking back at all the carnage that being around you has wrought I don’t regret any of it. I can’t cause despite every bloodsoaked, annoying, infuriating moment that has transpired since I met you it gave me you, it gave me my best friend.”

The ground underneath us shook and the stone of the cave jutted out some toward my pillar. I couldn’t make a sound. What he had just said was more than I ever expected from him. I have seen him open up but that was more than just a hard to admit truth, it was weakness. Fragile, shaking weakness he was sharing...and it scared me.

He kept staring at the ground unwilling or unable to meet my gaze again. I stood to my feet, careful to mind my tender ankle.

“You want to know what I experience when I’m with you? I get...nervous.” he whispered and the slow thuds that made up my heartbeats began to quicken, “I feel more important yet less significant when you’re around. Like I could take on an entire army or fall to a single person.”

More of the walkway appeared.

“Why are you telling me this?” I stepped towards the growing bridge carefully.

“Because I need you to know. I’ve never done this before. I will admit that this stuff has me baffled but if I’m certain of one thing it’s that I don’t feel this way for anyone but you.”

The stone walkway grew once more but only a little. One of us would have to voice a huge secret to get across now.

“You’re my Lost Girl and mine alone. Yes, I am possessive. Yes, I can be too protective and needlessly jealous. And of course I’m going to be lustful. But why does that have to be the only things I am capable of feeling?”

“Because you’re you.”

He stepped out onto the walkway till he was at its very edge. The large space was too much to even think about jumping across. “You want to know my deepest, darkest secret? The one I tried to keep from even myself? I need you. I need you like I need air to breathe. If I lost you then I don’t know what I would do. That is my biggest secret. I need you, Y/N, and I am never going to let you go.” The rest of the stone surged forward completing the bridge. I couldn’t help it and ran across the walkway and straight into his waiting arms despite my injured ankle.

He hugged me back tightly. “It’s alright now. Everything is okay.” Peter whispered bringing a hand up to cradle my face. He brought me closer until his lips connected with mine. He kissed me slowly, attentively, and so tenderly it left me on another world.

“You know you didn’t have to do any of that. I would have been fine here for a couple hours while you found some pixie dust.”

“I know. But now, there are no more secrets between us.” he smiled at me, “Now let’s see what we can do about that ankle, huh?”

He waved a hand and the pain subsided. “Better?”

“Much.” I grabbed hold of him again, “Now you had better take us somewhere a little more cozy.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause sometimes I get tired of doing it on the ground.” I smiled back at him. His eyes widened a fraction in realization before he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. The tenderness from before had flitted away replaced with the rough hungry kiss I was used to. A whirl of wind surrounded us and the next moment we were standing in the middle of his underground hideaway.

Despite the initial hunger Peter exerted he made love slowly this time. It was tender and calming as well as arousing to the point I believed it was love making instead of just sex like before. I liked it.

After we made sure each other were completely satisfied we laid back in bed staring up at the ceiling. Peter kept one arm securely locked around my torso holding me close while the other played with my hair. My head was resting on his chest right over his hearts so I could hear the slow paced thumps. “So what do we do now?” I spoke up, “We’ve made the disastrous mistake of admitting we have feelings.”

“Actually I admitted to have feelings, you have said nothing.”

“My turn huh?” After all he had said to me you would think I would find this easier. All of my stupid complicated feelings fighting to be said first. “Well if I need somewhere to start then I might as well start with how you make me feel. I’m happy. That’s all I can think of. When I am around you I go through the usual cycle of irritation you always manage to cause.”

“Look who’s talking!”

“Shut up, I’m trying to be sincere.” I smacked his chest, “To every sarcastic comment and mean spirited name I am always happy to see you. My heart misses a beat when I hear your voice, I catch myself smiling when I think of you. You make me happy. I...I care about you.”

“Yeah?” he smoothed my hair out in a gentle caress.

“Yeah. I can remember little to none about my life and who I was before Neverland. But I do know that at one time when I was young I had a father. A father that loved me and I loved him more than anything in this fucked up world. Then he died. He left me all alone and it was like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and dropped it down some dark cold hole. I never thought I’d find someone who could make me care ever again. But I did. I found you. I found you and you wormed your way under my skin and into my blood.”

I buried my face in his chest, “But even here on this island of magic and dreams and impossibility there are still nightmares. Because while I try to be fearless I am terrified for you. I’m scared everyday because everyday I see you, the one person that tore down my defenses, and I know that I can lose you. There is a timer on your life and I can’t help but worry that we may not find the boy in time and save you. I’m scared that we’re going to fail and I’m going to lose you and I’ll have to go through all that pain all over again.”

“Oh precious,” he rubbed my back tenderly. He tilted my head up so I was looking straight into those emerald green eyes I came to find refuge in. “Don’t you know by now? Peter Pan never fails.”

I closed the distance between us kissing him slowly. “Not all the time at least. I say I would have caught you during our flight if I hadn’t taken that wrong turn.”

“Sure you would have.” He chuckled softly pulling one of the pelts further around us. “I’m glad I have you. Life was not nearly as interesting before you dropped into it.”

“I’m glad you saved me all those years ago back in the Enchanted Forest. I would have died if you hadn’t taken me back to Neverland.”

“You wouldn’t have died.” he scoffed, “You’re far too stubborn for that.”

I settled back into my spot against him. Entwining my fingers with his. Neither of us spoke but then again there was no need.

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[yumenosakiacademy]

metr0con 2019 thursday diary

Cosplayed: tsuka-sa suou, summer uniform, w my burger king crown n my leo sign. Breakfast: ramen. Snack: none, but i did bring a package of poptarts.

This is for future me, so i’d prefer if ya didnt read but i mean. w/e.

Okay so.. I had a crappy morning and I only slept for 2 hours BUT! Con tiiiime! I got there and arrived at the hetalia panel a few minutes late but that's okay, it wasn't by many. I remembered I asked sealand during truth or dare n he said dare n I asked him to reenact his favorite fortunate dance n he was like "oh I've been waiting for this" or smth and later, I asked him how his gamer youtube channel was doing n america was like “oh dude i was ur 5th subscriber!!” n sealand was like “subscribe to me plss” n america was like “dont forget to like n subscribe. n receive notifications.” n someone dared canada to b as loud as america n she yelled when they said “be as loud as you were when u lost to russia in hockey”. at another part, someone asked america if she would rather never eat fast food again or save sealand from falling into a volcano n she hugged sealand n said “my lil bro!”. someone dared america to speak in proper english and she was all “oh pip pip cheerio” and mocking england haha

at the end of the panel, a girl came up to me n she said she liked my costume n i was like “!! r u into ES??” and they said “almost” or like. kinda or smth but they took my picture n i felt so happy gjhns

OKAY then i tried to go to the adventure t!me sing-along n q+a panel but they only did truth or dare for a few minutes n im not big into AT anyway so i wasnt rly having fun then they decided to start the singalong when they got the wifi working via someone turning on their hotspot but i had a bad throat so i just left the panel and then had abt 4 hrs to walk around! aw jeez, right?

while on my walk i saw a riku n got their pic n i was like “male idols unite hell yea” n we talked for a bit n they were talkin abt a boy idol series they had heard abt called dank!ra n i mentioned i had also heard abt that! i also came across someone who said they liked my costume or knew who i was (someone in a red beret) n we were talking abt ES n i was like “best boys go” n they said shu and i think keito n i was like “chiaki n mika.. theyre baby” n they were like “ryuse!ta! n rabitz r the most baby in ES” n i was like “oh dude those r my fav units.....” at some point, i saw kuro again!! i saw them but was too shy then later they spotted me as i walked past them n went “tsukasa!!” n i turned around n i was like “erin!!!” n i hugged them n the beret person was there too bc they were their friend apparently and kuro said they were just gonna b kuro for thursday (they were cosplaying summer uniform!kuro like they did in a previous yr) n they just wore it cuz they were hot n went “summer uniform solidarity” (bc i was summer uniform!tsukasa) n we fist bumped and i was digging around my shirt pocket to show them my souma keychain n they were like “oh dude u reaching into ur pocket reminded me i need to get smth from my pocket. i hav Fangs” n they put on costume fangs! eventually they started looking at jojo figures at the stall we were next to n we eventually parted.

at some point, the person running the itabag booth (theyre an ES fan, i kno. their site has ens-tars itabags in the examples gallery n they cosplayed ES last yr) saw me n went “ousama!” bc of my sign n i went over n they were like “guess what ia ctually got to meet arashis va last week” n i was like “RLY??” n they were showing me their arashi itabag n they were like “yea i got to shake his hand n everything aaa. n during his talk/panel (?) i kept showing off my arashi stuff as if to say “I LOVE ARASHI” n i was like “arashi is best knights member.. ara-nee............”

at some point my crown fell off while i was on the escalator? i tried to go back for it but it was gone in the Minute it took me to ride te up escalator? i assumed someone took it to wear but kenyan said someone mightve thrown it away..

i went to metro night live n it wasnt all that funny?? idk what to talk abt from it. they did a “luigi being a gamer” video series n one of them was him playing hotl!ne miami (not knowing it was violent) n he was like “ive never been to florida but i guess this is a game to simulate it!” n it said “proloogue: the metro” n he was like “oh like the convention!” n when the mask selection came up he was like “oh look we can even cosplay!” n he went thru the door n saw one of the mafia members n went “look! a congoer! hello- oh” n accidentaly shoved one of the guys down n he was like “can i help you up-” but then the character (jacket) smashed the guys head in w the button press n luigi went “....o-oh. uh-” and some of the other games were fortnite n he played a violent game n he was like “THERE IS NO GOD HERE NOW” or w/e. they also had an “Edgelords anonymous” skit in which reaper was a new member of the group but it ended w ruby r0se describing brutal ways to kill people (while listing em cheerily) n the others being disturbed n alucard ending the session.

at 7 i had nothing so i walked around. then when 8 hit, i was gonna go to Whose Line Is It Anime but apparently its time had been changed to 7 pm?? the 8 in “8:00-9:00 pm” was scribbled out in sharpie on the schedule board in front of the room n it said 7 pm but now that i think abt it.. i think they meant 7-9 pm. ....shit. oh god damn it. anyway i got sad n left then since it was kinda empty/slow bc it was nighttime, i sat down on a wall thing to open up my sougo plush keychain n some guy next to me started talking to me abt my nails and we got ot talking n apparently he had wanted to go to the dealers room but didnt kno they closed @ 8 n he was here w friend n only had a single day pass bc he had work the other days (his name was spencer) so he was just lounging and i suggested he tell his friends what he wanted n they get it for him if they hav weekend passes n asked if he knew abt the game room n he said no so i invited him to go play smash w me so we went but couldnt figure out how things worked bc there were many consoles n screens w games, but mosst had no controllers but it turns out u borrow the contollers w ur con pass! kenyan was there running the controller borrower table. he said “psst” bc he saw me n i ws like “kenyan!!!” n hugged him n he was like “hows ur weekend going dear” n i said not that great but only bc it was thursday! also my throat hurt” n he was like “did u drink?” n i was like “well.. i have water but..” n he was like “drink juice. it’ll help. that’s what ur dad wwould say” (he woukdnt) anyway we got our controllrs and started playg smash n i went, in order: joker, robin, chrom, bayonetta, greninja n he was teaching me how to play w the gamecube controller (im used to a wiimote) n he beat me every time but i had fun!

after that i was GONNA go to the v-ld panel but i looked inside while walking by n there werent many ppl so i said “okay lets go to the BB panel then. take a look” so i went in there n there were a TON of ppl anyway it was kind of boring bc im not big on murder mysteries n stuff but apparently someone solved it by saying ciel slipped n fell, no one murdered him. then they did the raffle n i didnt win but thats okay! most ppl left after the raffle ended n q+a started n i couldnt hear many ppls’ questions anyway so i was bored n thought of goint to the vl-d panel but ended up not but w/e! oh! also everyone received candy at the beginning of the panel n i ahd a mystery lollipop n it turned out to b birthday cake flavor! id never had that before. it was Good.

after that i was just wandering around n i called dad to startdriving there but the ciel i asked for a picture of, them n their friends were gawking at my nails ns tuff n one of the teens’ dads was like “how do ya pick ur nose w it??” but after that, as i was wandering around, the gundam id sen earlier that day saw me n waved n i said oh hi n went over n they (it was them n an izuru) were like “wanna hang out w us for a while?” so i was like “oh. shoot. id luv too but im waiting for my dad to pick me up” n theyw ere like “it’s okay we can just hang out til then, then, if ya’d like” so i hung out w them n the gundam was talking abt how earlier, a mukuro complimented them on their outfit n they returned the compliment n went to leave n the mukuro was like “uumm arent u gonna hang out w me? we’re from the same series n all” n they were like “not w that f***in attitude” n i was like “did ya rly say that?” n they were like “yea. ppl dont expect me ta hav attitude” n we also talked abt piercings n how i said they seemed cool n goth (the gundam had a nose ring n the izuru had a piercing near their mouth) but how it must hurt n they said it just feels like a pinch. at some point i roled over my bag so my sougo wouldnt get dirty n the izuru saw my rei button n mentioned smth abt only findin one rei button at the idol table n i was like “UR INTO ES???” n they were like “i just kno undead n a few other characters. like [points @ my leo sign] i kno him” n i went “he’s dumbass supreme” n the gundam was talking abt getting the rythm game n i was like “jut read the stories on the wiki the game is boring imo” n the izuru backed me up by saying it wasnt a rhythm game n a lil while later, i showed them the 2 cool rei cgs n i was like “big sexe” n they agreed but the izuru had said theyd seen the croassroads one i showed em (the first of the 2) n the gundam said they wnted to cosplay bloody banquet rei (the other cg i showed em) n the izuru said they wanted to cosplay them All gjhnsm i showed them ryu-seitai too n showed them undead n gundam showed an interest in adonis! we also talked abt k!n stuff n all that! im not gonna go into detail on that (esp bc it’s so late rn as im typing!) but gundam was like “i dont trust junko k!n. like, evreyone else, yea, but junko? no. or like, any other character that’s just so irredeemably shitty”. oh they also talked abt this one messy, ugly, tangly junko wig they found for $300 which shouldnt have been that much n it was just a mess of tangles. anyway t’s getting late oh gosh. anyway they said they’d b on the lookout for me tomorrow so we can say hi again! 

random fun fact: SO many ppl complimented my nails today gjhnsm

[captainamerica77]

Rant about Work

Apologies if things are spelled wrong I’m upset and could care less about spelling or wording rn. If you read all this thanks. 

So I got a new coworker this week, well technically last week but I wasn’t there. At first I thought he was just helping temporarily since we’re super short staffed(we have 3 people who can work even when its not a pandemic). But I worked with him Saturday and find out he’s now one of our new employees and he is a douche. I cannot stand him. 

So backstory I’ve been at this job for 4 years, same store the whole time. I am the oldest employee at that store(time spent there not age wise). So I know how the store works, where everything goes, best practices, etc. So I get there Saturday and I’m already not a fan when he says “you know you dont have to wear a mask inside right?”. Well yes we actually do according to the state guidelines but I wasn’t arguing that since what am I going to do about it(I wore my mask except when taking a drink of my water). But then I start up the computer since he had stuff open on the other 2 and I knew it was stuff we sort of needed out. And he immediately is like “Oh there was a reason I had that closed.”.  I said sorry and asked why, its just more work to close it later(its not its literally hitting like 3 buttons and waiting for it to close but go off i guess). I explain why I did it and said that one of the 2 he had open is the slowest one and he says “no its not, its faster than that one. This one is new” I explain that the day before(friday) i was there with our manager and it was still super slow and we both still preferred the other 2. Whatever he already seems like he’s a pain but I chalk it up to me opening the register. 

But then I work on sending out some orders and normally our shipping stuff is in the back away from the computers. So I like to sort all the items once gathered by order so I can make as few trips to the back as possible. Well I start doing that and I say, more to myself, “Okay so let me sort these by orders first.”. “why?” he says like I’m doing something wrong. I say what and he says “well just go and do each order as you open the packing list since you’re already on the screen”. I explain that this is how i do it and it’s just easier for me like this(it helps with not accidentally packing the wrong things because I now have 2 chances to verify everything is right and since I have memory issues now i need that extra chance). Then he has the nerve to say “Well {insert manager name} and I both do it this way.” Whatever I do it his way because I didn’t want to fight. So now I’m packing the first box and instead of using the one tape holder(you know those packing ones) I use these other ones we have that have always worked better for me. My manager knows this and he doesnt really care that I prefer those since I don’t ruin anything because of them. Well then New-at-my-store asks why im using those. I once again explain to this random guy who has been nothing but condescending  to me the whole time that the normal packing ones dont work too well and i prefer these. I should note both have the same position (he came from another store so that’s why we have the same position) so there is no need to be fucking trying to micromanage me. HE is all like “no i fixed that one, even {insert manager name} doesn’t like those red ones either.” Okay and? Like my manager doesn’t hate having them where none of us can use them and he doesn’t honestly care that I use them. Well the one I’m using runs out of tape so I start taking off the new roll and he says, all annoyed as if I’m inconveniencing him by just using the one he didn’t so graciously fix,”Just, ugh, just don’t take the one off the packing one.” I said I wasn’t going to, I’m grabbing one from the back(why would I even grab it from the other roll, that’s a dick move and just not necessary to do that?? Like excuse me?) Anyways I have some issues with packing the orders where I messed up putting one wrong thing and the packing slip in the wrong box, huh maybe letting me do it my way that doesn’t take anymore time than your way is good?? 

Okay so once that is done we don’t have anything else to do(we aren’t open to the public rn). So we’re just chilling and he’s going on about ‘oh I stream, and have to edit videos, and have this new computer I built’. okay I guess that’s cool but like everyone and their cousin streams so it’s not like a niche thing that is super impressive to me at this point( I should note I work at a certain g*ming oriented store but we won’t name it so I don’t get in trouble). Anyways he mentions he spent $1500 on the PC which isn’t cheap but its not like super expensive for building your own custom PC. I mention wow that’s a lot because even though its reasonable for the stuff it’s still a lot of money, like that isn’t pocket money for most people. I then say “Well to be fair I did spend that much on a new statue”. He asks what it is I guess to be fake polite since he’s only talked about himself by this point. Its probably 45 minutes into my 4 hours shift and like he literallly hadn’t asked me anything unless it was to low key criticize me. I say “Oh it’s a 3 foot tall Evangelion Statue, I’m really excited about it”. TO which he says “Oh only 3 ft?” I say yes, the 2 meter tall human sized one is $15,000 and i do’t have that kind of money. “I have a human sized one” I say oh that’s really cool but then he says its out in CA because he lives in a 1 bedroom with his fiancee. Lets say he does there is no need to put down my excitement about buying my largest and most expensive statue to date. Like my one friend who I met at that job also collects large statues(like Prime1, F4F, etc) and when I would talk about getting a new statue even though its cheaper and smaller than the ones he has he was always excited for me. And I was always excited for him because its exciting. 

So we’re talking later,fun fact this guy did like barely anything once I was there but bragged about how amazing he was and how he did such an awesome job at his other store(he’s splitting his time between 2 stores for some fucking reason). He says he has the actual sword Elijah Wood used in Lord of the Rings. That’s right this guy “has” the real prop of Sting from the movies. But I did research today because there is no way he has that when splurging is $1500 because it’s not like you paid $40 for Sting itself. So the real prop is owned by someone out there but because they bought in an auction in 2013 for $161,000. Now lets say he could buy it then but his money situation changed. Here is the problem he said his friend who works at Universal in one of the mueseums there gave him the prop when they were done with it at the mueseum. That doesn’t happen! Why would Universal Studios just throw out a real prop used in one of the biggest movie triologies? That’s like just throwing out Luke Skywalker’s Lightsaber or Captain America’s shield. Like why would Universal say to their employees at their parks hey you can have sting just because we’re done with it???? Note: he also said he has the only flux capacitor from the Back to the Future movies and some Batman props. Like real props from the movie. The flux capacitors from the the movies were all destroyed but then they made onyl one to put in a mueseum, remember the one his friend works at, and now he has that one. The only one in existence because you know why wouldn’t he have that and Sting for free. Like all that is such horseshit. I can deal wit the lying though because I had a coworker earlier this year just like him who lied all the time even if we could tell it was fake. 

Flash forward to talking about my store and how it’s got issues but I’m proud of what I did. I see him like do that silent trying to hide it scoff but I don’t say anything. Now he goes back to talking about how he is the best at his store and how amazing every thing he does it. He is going to be at our store to help us get it where our new district leader wants it. I’m like okay, I mean we’ve been closed most of the time we’ve had this new dm so we haven’t had anytime to work on this but okay fine he is that makes sense. Our DM is a dick and would totally do this. But then he starts insulting my work, not in the sense of outright saying it sucks but by trying to veil it by complimenting only his work. Back story we have to make little displays at work and I do that for my store because I’m good at these things. My customers love it and so do my coworkers. Well this guy talks about how amazing his shrines are  and that he is going to be doing them here apparently my manager already said that was fine. I talk about how I do the shrines and have liked the past few I’ve done save for one because we had nothing. Well when cleaning my store he had to take one down and said “it was a pain”. I know why he said that stuff was taped down but only so people didn’t steal the marketing stuff. Then he points out stuff that could have been hung(little things maybe 8 inches tall) and weren’t rather we stuck them by the registers, I even made one a little animal crossing bag(which everyone loved btw, even my DM). The guy was insulting all my work the rest of my shift. I actually got out my DS and was playing it for the last hours because I just couldn’t keep talking to him. 

The worst part is that rn he’s getting double the hours during this. Like I know I chose not to work for 2 weeks(one at the start of my state’s state of emergency and  one right as they started lifting restrictions). But am I being punished? I’m going to talk to my manager when I work with him Friday and just be like these are my concerns and how I feel and see what he says. What also bothers me is this new fucker is acting like him and my manager(who is one of my boys, the term i had for my 3 coworkers since they are my boys). are buddy buddy. Like fuck you, you’re not. You know how I know because he’s sitting there saying he knows all this stuff about my manager and doesn’t even know anything about him. I really hope they don’t consider him for assistant manager since ours will probably be leaving soon. I don’t want the position but if he becomes assistant manager then I will definitely be quitting sooner rather than later. Like I’m trying to find  a new job but not a ton of places are hiring where I can work( i don’t drive so I have to rely on uber and family and don’t want to make my family drive super far). 

Last thing though, this guy being a dick the whole time said something that didn’t make sense to me. Apparently they wanted me as a store manager at another location but since I don’t drive they passed on me. This is weird because the highest anyone ever said they were considering me was assistant manager which is one step above my current one. Seems weird they would tell him they were considering me but not even mention it to me or even ask if i wanted to look into it. Like most places would offer it if they were that interested in someone for the position? Idk I think he’s lying about a ton of stuff and is going to be a pain to work with. 

Fingers crossed he is only helping until we can get more staff at our location because I can’t deal with him.