#thinking of a concept and seeing if you can squeeze it into 100 words *exactly*

[adhd-merlin]

Masquerade

Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt: 'Masquerade', Merlin/Gwaine, Gen, 100 words masquerade: a disguise, false show, or pretense.

Very little fazes Gwaine since Merlin’s become Court Sorcerer. Arcane tongues, foul potions, strange disguises – he’s taken it all in his stride.

The breasts, however, are new.

“The most stunning woman you’ve seen.”

Gwaine looks up – at Merlin's pretty face, framed by dark curls. “What?”

“It’s what you called that woman at the tavern.”

“Ah.” Gwaine’s memories of the previous night are hazy. “Jealous?”

Merlin shakes his head. “Fairly confident.”

“About?”

“That by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what she looked like.”

Merlin steps closer and kisses him. Gwaine doesn’t tell him he’s already forgotten.

[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

Hey, I was hoping to get an emergency request? I’ve been depressed and had my heartbroken a bit, so I’m kinda staying up at night just having bursts of crying fits, and so I was wondering if I could have some hcs of how Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi would treat their s/o if they spent the night with them when they were crying on and off through the night. Thanks, and feel free to delete this if it’s not something you wanna do x

hey there anon!

im so sorry to hear that love, remember that it is 100% okay to cry and that every single thing you’re feeling is valid <3

my messages are always open (and ask box is too if you prefer to stay anonymous) xoxo

I hope you enjoy our bbys showing you some much deserved love :)

•Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi Comforting Their Crying S/O•

warnings: mentions of mental health issues

genre: comfort + fluff

characters: tsukishima, aone, ushijima, daichi

•Tsukishima•

tsukishima was usually very snarky and playful when it came to your relationship

back and forth bantering was how you two showed your affection for one another

but when tsukishima heard your soft cries from beside him he knew that this was a time where he had to be more cautious with his words,

“Hey, what's the matter with you?”

you turned to look at him, eyes puffy and red, with hot tears streaming down your cheeks

you swiped at your face and offered him a forced smile,

“I’m fine Kei, sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.”

he didn’t miss the slight shake in your voice with your attempts to lighten the mood

he tsked and flicked your forehead,

“I’m not an idiot Y/N, why are you crying?”

you casted your eyes downward, too embarrassed to face your boyfriend

it’s not as if you didn’t think he’d care or you were too nervous to open up to him but you didn’t want him to view you as weak or troublesome,

“I guess I just haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’ve been getting sad more often than usual without a reason and I don't really know what to do.”

tsukishima looked at you as you tried to stop your lip from quivering

seeing you like this made his heart hurt

he always hated seeing you so upset but he wasn't always the best at reassuring you during your time of need

he sighed, more towards himself then you, and pulled you into him

“Kei wha-”

“Quiet,”

“But what are you-”

“Y/N, save me the embarrassment and just cuddle with me, will you?”

your eyes widened at his statement, it was very rare for tsukishima to initiate something like this 

but you didn’t complain, curling up next to him and wrapping your arms around his figure

soon after, the feeling of sadness washed over you once more as you tried to hold back your tears

you didn’t want to seem ungrateful by continuing your pity party

after all tsukishima practically leaped out of his comfort zone to help you 

however, as you shook lightly in tsukki’s hold you felt his arms that were encasing you give a soft squeeze,

“you can let it out, it’s just us Y/N.”

once those words met your ears tears began flowing down your cheeks all over again

tsukishima held you, running his slender fingers through your hair until you fell limp in his hold, slipping out of consciousness

once he knew you had fully drifted off to sleep he placed a kiss on your tear stained cheek,

“I love you.”

•Aone•

aone was a very light sleeper, so he didn’t miss the light whimpers that escaped your lips as you lied next to him

at first he didn’t really know what to think, maybe you were having a nightmare or something of the sort?

but when he heard a sob rack your body he knew that wasn’t the case

aone wasn’t one to freak out over things, he was very composed and calm even in difficult situations

so, as soon as he sensed something was wrong he didn’t hesitate to take initiative

sitting up and gently shaking your shoulder, he spoke in a soft voice,

“Y/N.”

you turned to face him and immediately he could make out the tears staining your cheeks

he was never one to use his words, choosing to stay quiet for a vast majority of the time, but you didn’t ever mind

his actions had always spoken so much louder then his words ever could

you knew how much he loved you, it was displayed with every single thing he did

and when he silently tugged at your hand, lifting you away from the covers and into his warm embrace, you felt his love all over again

he lightly rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest, your arms lazily returning the hug 

a part of you felt embarrassed being caught in such a vulnerable state but the way your boyfriend was caring for you washed away any feeling of unease

after a while, the soothing rhythm of aone’s large hand moving up and down your back brought you to a state of peace

however before the two of you drifted back off to sleep, aone tugged on your hand once more, pulling you out of the room

“Aone, where are we going?”

he didn’t answer you, just pointed in the direction of the front door

you were confused but figured it would just be simpler to comply with his unknown idea then to ask questions 

aone pushed open the door and the cool air met the exposed areas of your body

you shivered a bit as you watched your boyfriend sit down in front of you, staring up at the night sky

he looked back and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him

as you sat down, aone wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, letting his body heat warm you up

the two of you sat there watching the stars in each other’s company

it was nights like these where you were truly grateful to have someone like aone in your life

•Ushijima•

ushijima was never exactly good at understand emotions or comforting others

so when he woke up to hear you softly sobbing beside him, he didn’t know how to react

his first instinct was to ask your upfront what was wrong but he had been told many times before that he was too blunt and he didn’t want to make things worse for you

so, he lied there trying to figure the best way to approach the situation

that was until he heard you get quieter and quieter, and soon enough your whimpers grew silent

he was confused at first but he figured you just had a nightmare and decided to approach you about it in the morning

after squirming around a bit, trying to get comfortable, he finally settled by your side with his large arm draped around your mid section

he always loved these nights with you, it gave him the opportunity to be in your company without the constant worry of conversation

he knew you didn’t mind his silence but the nagging from his teammates had made him a bit insecure about his quiet nature

so, being able to just lay down and enjoy your presence was definitely a favorite moment for him

he began to drift off into sleep until he heard your quiet cries once more, the sound leaving a pang in his chest

although he was not the best when it came to feelings, he did not want you to go through your issues alone, so he sat up and turned to you,

“Y/N, what is wrong?”

you flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, not realizing you had woke him up,

“Oh, sorry Toshi. I just had a bad dream, that’s all. Don’t worry you can go back to sleep.”

“You had been crying earlier as well. Is there something bothering you?”

you had tried to hid your emotions from your boyfriend for so long, but iit wasn't as if you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to confide in him

you just didn’t want to worry him or make him feel awkward about the whole situation, which is why you had been trying your best to muffle your sobs

but seeming as the whole plan back fired, you had no other choice but to come clean,

“It’s just, I’ve been feeling kind of off lately. I don’t know exactly why but I just feel sad,” 

you peered up at ushijima through damp lashes and watch as his brows furrowed at your words

quickly you cut the conversation short, already feeling as if you were bothering him,

“I’ll be okay though so don’t worry, lets lay back down, okay?”

you leaned back to snuggle into the covers when you felt ushijima grab your wrist

“Come with me.”

“Huh?”

he didn’t give you an answer as he hauled you out of bed and towards the bathroom

you sat yourself down on the floor as he kneeled in front of the tub, turning on the water and grabbing some bubble bath from under the counter

you watched as he prepared a bath, humming your favorite song subconsciously as he did so

soon enough he had finished, wiping his hands on his pants and turning towards you,

“Undress please.”

your cheeks flushed at how straight forward he was with his words but you complied none the less

once you had stripped yourself bare, he lightly grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub

he spent his time kneading your body, earning groans of satisfaction from you as he released the tension in your sore muscles

as he massaged some shampoo into your scalp he spoke up,

“I am not good with my words, you know this. But when I am feeling unpleasant, I enjoy relaxing like this. I hope you do as well.”

your heart melted at his statement

he always tried his best in your relationship, even though he was unfamiliar with the concept

“It feels really nice Toshi, I’m definitely feeling a lot better.”

“I’m glad Y/N.”

he paused his actions for a moment as he peered directly into your eyes,

“I love you very much.”

you smiled up at him as you brushed your fingers across his cheek,

“I love you too Toshi.”

•Daichi•

daichi had noticed something was a bit off with you this past week

you seemed quieter and less cheerful then normal

so it wasn’t a huge surprise to him when he woke up to you crying into your pillow

despite his anticipation, it still broke his heart to hear your soft whimpers as you clutched the fabric beneath you

daichi wasn’t one to hesitate when it came to comforting you

whenever you had been down he was always right there, ready to pull you into a tight embrace or place gentle kisses on your forehead

and tonight wasn't any different as he grabbed your shoulder and turned you so he could see your face

his fingers gently swiped across your cheek, collecting the tears that you had shed,

“Y/N, what's the matter?”

when it came to your boyfriend you had always felt this sense of comfort, even when you’d try to hide your emotions or go through things by yourself, he was always right there with you

so when he asked you that question you felt compelled to let him know the truth

“I-I don’t know. I just feel so empty and broken, I don't know what to do. I’m sorry Daichi.”

“Hey, there’s no need to be sorry babe. Life can get the best of us sometimes and I understand that. But remember Y/N, you aren't alone in all this. I'll be right by your side, always.”

you looked up at him and smiled at his words, letting out a soft hiccup as he cupped your face in his hands

“Do you wanna talk about it some more?”

you shook your head slowly

daichi brushed his thumb across your cheek and pulled you close, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead,

“Alright, do you wanna watch a movie?”

that suggestion received your immediate approval

you two always watched a movie at the end of your rough days, it was the perfect way to spend time with one another and get your minds off anything that had been bothering either one of you

you snugged up to daichi as the light from the laptop illuminated your faces

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to the top of your head,

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Daichi.”

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[me1ancho1y-b1iss]

Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 6

As soon as Jason’s exclamation was let out. Tikki zipped out of Marinette’s bag and flew up to Damian. “Hello Tikki” Damian nodded

“Hello little Cat!” Tikki said “what’s your name this time around?” 

“Damian.”  

“Ok, ok, ok. We get it. Big ‘ol happy family reunion. Big whoop. Can someone tell us what just happened!” Jason yelled exasperated

“Jason!” Dick exclaimed hitting Jason on the back of the head 

Tikki floated up in front of the Batfamily saying, “Hi! I’m Tikki, kwamii of Creation.” Tikki turned back around to face Marinette and Damian. “I’m going to go get Plagg, he should be able to help explain what's happening.” Tikki soon left with Kalkii through a portal 

“Ok. what the fuck. Demon spawn you got some explaining to do.” Jason said 

“Tt. Just wait until Plagg and Tikki get back.” Damian said leveling his family with a glare that silenced all of them. 

After a few minutes a baby blue portal opened and Tikki, Plagg and Kalkii all popped out. 

When Damian saw Plagg he got tears in his eyes for the second time that day. 

“Plagg!” He yelled 

“KIT!” Plagg yelled back and rushed to Damians cheek to hug him. Damian responded positively and hugged the little Kwamii back. 

After the happy reunion all the people present in the back batcave were ushered to the table. Everyone was seated with the three Kwamiis hovering above it. 

Bruce, still dressed as Batman spoke first addressing the Kwamii and the two youngest, “Let’s start at the beginning.” 

“Well father, this is Tikki and Plagg, the God and Goddess of creation and destruction, essentially” Damian stated 

Bruce hummed, he’d seen wieder things but his youngest hugging a stranger was definitely among weirdest and he needed to know the reason behind it. 

“In the very beginning just me and Plagg were created, out of what we don't know,” Tikki started. “We created the heavens and eventually other kwamis were created, at the time the kwamis didn’t have a physical shape. All the kwamis represent a concept, for example me and Plagg represent Creation, order and good luck and destruction, chaos and bad luck, respectively. There are other Kwamis that represent other concepts such as protection and transformation, to name a few. Over time my creation powers overflowed and created a multitude of universes, to counteract this Plagg’s power created what you humans have named as black holes, they are just essentially just small pockets of Plagg’s power. Plagg also destroyed planets and stars and whole galaxies. All of this was done for balance, everything requires balance, without creation you have destruction and without destruction, creation runs rampant.” 

“When Earth was created, along with the humans, all the Kwamis were interested. It wasn't till a human mage reached us that we were able to interact with humans. The original 19 kwami decided to go down to earth and interact with more humans thus the miraculous were born.” Tikki continued. “Plagg and I created two souls that are 100% in tune with us. While any person could wield the ladybug and cat miraculous, Damian’s and Marinette’s souls will be more in tune. Some people who have wielded my miraculous and was still a good fit are a few people you might recognize such as Fa Mulan, Hippolyta and Joan of Arc.”  

“Each soul is reborn when the universe is in a great time of need and they are never reborn without each other.” Tikki said  

The room was quiet for a moment then absolute chaos. 

When the brothers finally realized that their questions, ahem demands, weren’t being answered they started to quiet down, though they were still somewhat tense. Hey, it wasn’t everyday that one discovered that their hellspawn of a little brother had a magical girlfriend that he apparently had throughout time. Yeah, maybe that was still processing a little. 

“Quiet, you imbeciles. If you want your questions answered I suggest that you be silent.” Damian said a little exasperated. “I apologise for my idotic brothers, priya. They are still learning their manners and have yet to know how to behave in front of a guest.” Damian continued, glaring at the annoyances of his life that he sometimes considers his brothers to drive his point home. They just shrugged in response. 

Marinette beckoned Tikki over while Damian was staring down his siblings into silence. “Hey Tikki,” she whispered. “Is there any way to get rid of the Lazarus Pits effects? I noticed hood had some remnants on him? And I want to help, Damian has definitely been dipped into the pit, but we both know that the pits don’t affect him much.” Marinette finished. She really hoped that they could red hood could be helped in some way. 

“Oh Marinette,” Tikki sighed sadly. Her bug was always trying to help people. “I think I might be able to cut back on some of the effects, but we both know that he will never be truly healed.” Marinette only nodded sadly. 

At that point Damian looked back over at Marinette and decided to broach the topic of what was bothering her, none of the conversation topics had been too heavy, so Damian had no clue on what could've been bothering her. “What is it?” he asked 

“I think I might be able to help your brother out.” Marinette responded 

Damian raised an eyebrow at this, his brothers needed a lot of help. “With what exactly?” Damian questioned. 

Marinette took a deep breath before looking up straight at Red Hood saying,

“The Lazarus Pits”

At her words Damians eyes went comically wide as he was hit with a load of repressed memories. Jason promptly started choking while the rest of the family was looking at Marinette with a new found wariness. 

“W-what?” Jason choked out. 

Marinette sighed looking at Damian for a confirmation. Once he nodded she continued. “The reason Hawkmoth is even active is because when you combine the miraculous of the ladybug and the miraculous of the black cat the wielder is able to make a wish. The wish is able to bend reality, it’s life altering. Hawkmoth wants the miraculi to fulfill his wish, however no matter the wish, it would cause severe unbalance. As Tikki stated earlier everything requires balance, for example if he wished to bring someone back to life, someone else would have to die in their place.” 

All the bats took this in becoming very aware of what could possibly happen if Hawkmoth were to win. 

Damian sighed heavily before continuing where Marinette left off. “During one of our former lives, we were in an intense battle. At the end I noticed E- well now Marinette lying unconscious. I ran to her hoping she would heal herself, but I was there too late.” Damian let out a shuddering breath. “She was gone and I was desperate to get her back. I knew I would eventually see her again, but the fact that she was gone was still fresh in my mind. So I combined the ladybug miraculous and the black cat miraculous. I knew the consequences, but at the moment I just needed her back in my arms. Alive. So I made a wish. The wish formed what are now known as The Lazarus Pits. However, as life requires balance, the pit would cause madness for anyone who descends into its waters while still giving a person new life. There were no such consequences on Marinette due to the fact that she wielded the ladybug miraculous, but I know it was still the wrong decision to make.” As Damian finished speaking, Marinette gently squeezed his hand offering her silent support, while Damian’s father and brothers stared at him; they’ve never seen him express so much emotion before. 

“I was asking Tikki if there was a way to somewhat reverse the effects of the pits.” Marinette spoke staring directly at Red Hood for a second time that day. “It won't reverse everything but it will hopefully take the edge off so to speak, if it does work.” 

“So what do you say, Red Hood?” Marinette smirked 

A/N: I finally posted chapter 6. we also finally get more background. Hopefully my explanations make sense, every fic I’ve read where they explain the miraculous origin is different so I hope mine is understandable. There will definitely be more past life stories in later chapters but the lazarus story leads us into the next chapter and I couldn’t get the idea that damian saved marinette by combining the miraculous out of my head so... you have this 

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[un-beel-lievable]

I saw you were taking requests! Could I request mammon confessing and some emotional intimate nsfw if you want to do that?? Thatd be cool :)) thank you

So I kinda took this and ran with it. I love this concept of Mammon being horny but sweet at the same time. It kinda went from a scenario ask to a fanfic which is why this took so long! Plus I’m working on a whole bunch of stories at once and also I’m a perfectionist by nature and thus I’m usually never 100% confident in my work and I spend so much time doing rewrites. I apologize for the delay, I just wanted it to be perfect. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Mammon glanced up at the clock. He began to grow more and more restless in his seat. He fidgeted with his pen in his sweaty palms as his last class of the day drew nearer and nearer to an end.

‘Only 8 minutes left,’ he thought to himself. ‘8 more agonizing minutes. You can do this Mammon. It’s just four minutes two times! It’s just two minutes four times!’

Of course this would be the one period he doesn’t have with you. And clearly you knew that. But you said what you said anyway, letting him stew in his overactive thoughts until the final bell at the end of the day. 

“Mammon...hypothetically speaking, what would you think if I told you I had a crush on you? And like, I wanted to start dating you...hypothetically? Cause I mean like, if you think about it that doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea. We have a lot of fun together and get along really well. If you and I were dating I- oh! That’s the bell! We can talk about it after school, okay?”

And that was it. You scampered off to class, leaving Mammon standing in the middle of the hallway, a sputtering mess in a sea of students shoving past him.

What was he supposed to make of all this? Was it really hypothetical after all or were you serious? You must have been if you asked what he thought about it. Did you ACTUALLY like him back? 

It was no secret that Mammon was absolutely in love with you. He was so obvious. Saying he thought you were just some dumb human, but ravenous for the slightest bit of attention you showed him. He would often become frustrated at himself for not being able to admit his own feelings.

“Mammon you’re completely ridiculous,” he remembered hearing Satan say. “That’s something seven-year-olds do. It’s playground romance. Tell them they have cooties, but miss them as soon as they’re gone.”

That’s not true...he never said you had cooties. But he DID miss you when you were gone. Hell, he missed you right now and you’re down the hall! He wanted to confess to you, and there were a few times when he almost did! But the timing was just never right. He was always being interrupted by someone or something and then the moment was gone as soon as it came. Who knew when he’d get another chance? Unless he just went for it. Should he do it today after school? What would he say? What would YOU say? How could he play it cool?

“Roflolol Mammon’s tsundere attitude is just proving that he’s soooo desperate. I’m embarrassed FOR him lololol.” Levi’s voice rang. He became more and more frustrated with each ill-timed memory that popped into his head.

‘Screw that little otaku creep.’ He thought. ‘What does he know? Kid hasn’t gotten laid in centuries! The GREAT MAMMON is NOT desperate.’

Except he was. 

He WAS desperate. The more he thought about dating you the more he saw himself playing with your hair, and taking you on cute dates, and holding you by the waist, and kissing you softly, and unbuttonin-

“Mammon?” Solomon asked, snapping in front of Mammon’s face, bringing him back to reality.

“Whattaya want Solomon? Can’t you see I’m busy thinking?”

“Oh, so you ARE capable of thought!” He said with a wry smile.

“Dick…” Mammon muttered under his breath.

“Well, I just saw you staring into space and I figured I should let you know that the bell rang like almost two minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!” Mammon bolted out the door and down the hall. 

“You’re welcome!” He called after him. Solomon looked at the pen he lent Mammon (of course he was unprepared) left abandoned on the desk.

“School supplies. The one thing he DOESN’T steal.” He chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh, there you are!” You said smiling as an out-of-breath Mammon caught up to you walking back home from school.

“Jeez would it kill ya to wait for a guy?” He panted. 

“Sorry,” you giggled, “I waited for a bit but I thought you weren’t coming. I thought what I said before scared you off…”

“Pft! ME? Scared? I- uh...” However, it dawned on him that now you were with him again… alone. And now was the time! He was finally gonna confess his feelings! 

‘Just do it now Mammon,’ he thought. ‘Get it over with you pussy! Rip the bandaid of love off!’ 

But how the hell can he say it? He hadn’t gotten to that yet in his daydream… he kinda just skipped to the part where you guys like...touch butts and stuff? Solomon snapped him out of it before he could come up with something super suave and clever to say to you instead of stuttering like an idiot.

But here he was.

Stuttering like an idiot.

“Uh, I… uh.”

“Relax, I was just joking! It’s kinda cute that you're nervous though.” You admitted with a little sway in your step, fiddling with your backpack straps as they dangled tantalizingly by your hands.

“Yeah well-” 

Wait...CUTE? YOU THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE? Damn it, now he’s blushing. Oh god could you see? Of course you could see! He looks like a baboon’s ass! 

‘SAY SOMETHING YOU MORON!’

“At least now you have company in cute-ville. Ha hah, Cute-ville, population: us.”

Fuckin SMOOTH.

Did he have to add the finger guns at the end? He mentally kicked himself for saying the dumbest thing possible. And shortly following his self-loathing came the state of panic he found himself in as you began to laugh. Were you laughing with him? Or at him? 

Shit.

“Oh so you think I’m cute too then? Thank you.” You said, a teasing edge to your words.

Mammon hadn’t meant to call you cute. Well...he HAD but not by saying you lived with him in cute-ville, whatever the fuck THAT meant. He stared down at his feet kicking the dirt around. His mind raced as he tried to think of something to say to reverse the damage he had done already but he came up blank. And then the worst thing that could have possibly happened at that moment, happened.

It got silent.

You said nothing. He said nothing. For like, thirty whole seconds. Why weren’t you saying anything? Did he screw it up? He turned to see if he could get your attention by saying something, ANYTHING, only to find you already looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes. He audibly choked on his breath. You let a small giggle out at his strained sound.

‘Mammon you fucking nerd.’ 

His eyes returned to the road in front of him as you both came up on The House of Lamentation. 

With all the courage he could muster, and all the pride he could swallow, he stopped as soon as the two of you reached the door.

‘It’s now or never.’ He thought. 

You could see that Mammon was visibly tense and blushing a deep crimson. You knew what was coming, you had set it up so perfectly for him. You knew exactly what you were doing when you brought up him hypothetically dating you. You planted the seed of confessing to you in his head right before your last class, knowing you wouldn’t be together. That way he could sit there and think about it without you there. All you had to do was give him that last little nudge.

“Mammon? Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?” You said with fake concern, knowing precisely why he was so uncomfortable. 

“MC… listen up will ya?” He said, voice shaking. “I gotta tell ya something…” he trailed off. You hung on his every word. “MC, I’m only gonna say this once, got it? So ya better be payin’ attention. I...I love you, okay? I love ya, I’m crazy about ya. I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya and it’s drivin’ me nuts! And when you started talking about dating me, I almost lost it right in the hallway. That’s all I’ve wanted, since I met ya. I’m greedy, ya know? I want you to be mine and ONLY mine...”

Woah.

You weren’t expecting THAT. Sure maybe an ‘I like you’ or an ‘I really like you’ or even the coveted ‘I really REALLY like you’. But for him to fully confess his undying affections to you, right here on the doorstep? 

Unprecedented. It shook you, if you were being honest. Of course you loved this moron back but this situation had escalated from 0-60 in 2.2 heartbeats and now it was your turn to be a blushing, speechless, mess. 

“M-Mammon… I…”

This was it. He was about to be humiliated even more wasn’t he? This was the part where you say that you were only joking about dating him and how you never want to speak to him again because he creeped you out. Mammon wanted the ground to swallow him up right there. Why did he just spill his guts out like that? It was diarrhea of the mouth. Absolute word vomit. He couldn’t stop himself! But at the same time he wanted to keep going. To let you know how beautiful he thinks you are, how much he adores you, how he wants to take a bath together and wash your body for you, how he wants to smell the lovely scent of your hair in his face after a night spent in each other’s embrace, or how you’re the only thing that matters more than money and Goldie, how he wants to be a better person for you so you could be proud to call him your boyfriend. But he had to clamp his lips shut before he admitted to more than just wanting a cuddle with you...

“Mammon... I love you too…” You croaked out softly.

Mammon could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. What? Did he hear that right? You loved him back? Was this a prank? Was it a dream? 

“And… I’d like nothing more than to be yours.” You added. 

Mammon’s heart soared and there was no way to hide the big goofy grin or the tinge of red on his face. He moved instinctively and pulled you toward him, squeezing you against his body.

Your synapses momentarily pulled a cease-fire at his sudden action but after regaining the ability to think for yourself, you quickly returned his affection and wrapped your arms around his waist. You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his natural scent mixed with his high-end cologne. 

“O-of course you do! Who wouldn’t want The Great Mammon to be their boyfriend? Y-you should be honored.” He said into the crown of your head with a soft fondness and a hint of relief. 

You tilted your head up to capture his lips in a soft, yet needy kiss. Taken slightly aback at your brash actions, he leaned into the kiss, snaking one of his hands up behind your head to steady you and the other down to the curve of your hips to draw you even closer. Now that you had admitted your feelings to him, he had received a boost of confidence. Hearing you say you loved him was an ego stroke and we all know what happens when his ego is stroked...

You gasped at his touch and let out a sigh as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting him take over without much of a fight. He licked into your mouth and gently tugged on your bottom lip to elicit tiny squeaks from you. Months of pent-up sexual tension and frustration between the two of you finally coming to a head. Gazes from across the room, touches that lingered just a moment too long, flirty words and claims of being your first man all lead to this at last. 

Somehow in that moment you had enough consciousness to realize that the two of you still stood outside the door of the house where anyone could see the show you were putting on.

“Mammon...why don’t we take this back to my room?” The question came out far more seductively than you intended but you were breathless from the kiss and your voice presented itself as more of a moan. Mammon shuddered slightly at the way you spoke and couldn’t help but think of the sexual implications behind the innocuous question.

“Babygirl,” he spoke, with a warning tone. “Ya shouldn’t start something you can’t finish…”

Your eyes intuitively dropped just below his belt to get an eyeful of Mammon’s prominent “concern”. The cocky air in your response was unmissable.

“Who said I wasn’t gonna finish it?” 

And that’s how you ended up on your bed in only your underwear, underneath Mammon who was kissing and nibbling at the sweet spot on your neck. You intertwined your fingers through his, your other hand free to travel the vast expanse of his exposed torso. Your skin flushed deeper with each nip he gave to your collarbones.

“Ah~!” Your small hiccupy moans and breathless whines filled what little space was left between you. Mammon sat up and pulled you up to him so he could unlatch your bra, throwing it to the side. He kissed in between your breasts as his hands came up to massage them. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and started suckling while rolling the other one tenderly between his thumb and forefinger. He continued kissing down your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. He glanced up into your eyes asking for silent permission to take them off. You nodded rather curtly, signaling your wish for him to continue. He hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties and you lifted your hips up ever so slightly so he could slide them off of you. His eyes trailed every inch of your fully naked form.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” Mammon said between kisses at your hip bones. “I can’t believe I have you here like this, all to myself.” 

“Mammon, please…” You nearly whispered.

“Please what, doll?” He asked coyly.

“Touch me, kiss me, eat me out, fuck me, anything! I need to feel you…” You admitted, shying away from the hunger in his eyes.

“You got it babe.” Mammon spread your legs open and placed a kiss right to your core followed by a few strained licks to your sensitive clit. You gasped at the sensation and your hands flew down into his soft, fluffy hair. You unconsciously pushed his head down, forcing him to lick into you deeper. He groaned softly at your taste on his tongue which only caused him to become more ravenous. He was eating your pussy with fervor now, softly nipping at your clit and drawing circles with his tongue. 

“Ah, fuck!” You cursed out, feeling yourself beginning to let go. At this compliment, he sped up the pace of his ministrations. You noticed how he wrapped his arms around your thighs, drawing you closer so he could fuck you deeper with his skilled tongue. Your praise sparked something primal in him and you wanted to push him a little further.

“Fuck, you’re eating me out so well Mammon! I feel like I’m gonna cum!” You praised. 

At this point Mammon was practically GROWLING into your cunt, eating you out like a man depraved, slurping and sucking and licking.

“Yeah? Then cum for me baby. Hump my face if ya have to. Cum on my tongue. Your pussy is fuckin’ delicious, let me taste how sweet your cum is.” He said between licks and kisses, nibbling gently at your labia. 

You felt the tell-tale pit feeling in your abdomen tightening as he spoke his obscenities. All it took to get you over the edge was Mammon shoving two of his fingers into you and pumping them in and out in time with the flicks of his tongue and you were gone. Your eyes fluttered as you came with a loud sigh. Mammon gave you a couple of pumps while you rode out your orgasm, careful of not overstimulating your pulsing clit.

He barely let you get a few good breaths in before crashing his lips into your own. You could taste yourself on him, not that you minded, really. Something so lewd only helped in refueling your arousal. 

“Fuck baby, that was amazing.” You moaned into his mouth, as he continued kissing you through your words.

“Yeah? Well I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. Ya taste real fuckin’ good.” He said as he climbed off the bed to take his pants off. He was about to unbuckle his belt when you stopped him. 

“Wait…”

“Somethin’ wrong, babe?” He asked with a look of concern. Now he was starting to panic again. Did you not want him to fuck you? 

“Allow me.” You said, quelling his fears as you sauntered over. You stood in front of him and he placed his forehead against yours as you began to work on his belt, the clanging sound and your combined heavy breathing the only noise in the room. You then undid the button of his jeans and slid them down to his ankles, while dropping to your knees. His erection was trapped still behind his boxers. You grabbed his clothed member and Mammon squeaked at the solid grip you now held. You gazed lazily up to his glassy, hooded eyes and began to mouth over his cock gently, leaving wet patches on his boxers wherever your sinful tongue lay. He inhaled sharply, head already reeling from that hot, wet, little mouth of yours. You had your fill of teasing and finally freed him from his boxers, feeling the weight of his rather large cock in your hands. You gripped him with one hand around the base the other on the shaft, the soft skin juxtaposed by it’s hardness. You kissed the tip lightly and lapped at it with kittenish licks. Mammon suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you off. You looked at him with confusion.

“Sorry babe, as much as I’d love to fuck that pretty mouth a’ yours, I just can’t wait any longer. I wanna fuck that pretty pussy of yours instead.” He walked back towards the edge of the bed and sat with his legs spread, palming and slowly stroking his stiff cock as he took in the sight of you. 

“C’mere hun, why don’t ya have a seat?” A chill ran through you and straight to your exposed nipples, stiffening the little buds and this did not go unnoticed by Mammon. “So turned on you can’t even answer babygirl?”

All you could get out was a dry little  “Mhm~” Mammon chuckled at how cute you were.

You straddled him as you lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock feeling every inch pushing deeper inside your quivering little hole, feeling the delectable stretch as he entered.

“Fuck,” Mammon cursed, “you’re so tight…” You let out a small huff as the back of your thighs met the top of his and he fully seated himself inside you. Now with you connected, he laid on his back, leaving his hips off the edge, giving him enough leverage to begin slowly thrusting into you.

“Ohhh fuck.” You cursed out in bliss. His hands gripped your waist as he rocked into you creating a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re so big Mammon.” Upon hearing this compliment he began to push into your tight, wet heat faster, making your tits bounce with each thrust. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to keep this up, not only because of the challenging position, but because he felt like he could burst with every passing second. 

“How ‘bout we try another position, hm? Whattaya say babe? Missionary? Kinda boring, I know, but-” He paused. His expression shifted slightly. Gone was the lust from before as he looked into your eyes and in its place was something more endearing.

“But what?” You inquired. 

“I-I want to look into your eyes when you cum… I want to see how beautiful you look when I make you cum...I wanna see that look of ecstasy on your face...all cause a’ me...” He began to blush which seemed odd to you because he was literally fucking you seconds ago and yet still had the ability to be embarrassed while telling you something sweet. 

‘He’s too adorable.’ You thought as you laid your head on the pillows. Mammon followed suit, climbing on top of you and kissing you tenderly. He guided himself to your entrance while gripping your hips. Once fully sheathed in you he leaned down for another kiss. 

This kiss was different from the last few. It was certainly passionate, but it was almost desperate. He didn’t just want you, he NEEDED you. 

He loved you.

You grasped for his hand amid his thrusts interlacing your fingers and he squeezed your palm earnestly. No words had to be spoken for you to both understand this intimate declaration of devotion.

Mammon began to pound into you harder, the sound of your lovemaking most likely audible from down the hall. Wanton moans and pants and skin slapping echoing through the room.

“Fuck you feel so good Mammon! Fuck, I love you! Ah~! I’m-I’m cumming!” You cried. Your walls clenched and pulsed around his cock with the intense wave of your orgasm.  Mammon looked directly into your eyes with such adoration as you came, you could almost cry. 

“Babe… fuck...I’m g-gonna cum-”

“Come inside me Mammon, I want to feel your love inside me.” You said not breaking away from your eye contact with his blue orbs, hazy from sex. He screwed his eyes shut with a shout of your name as he came into you, resting his head on your as his hips stuttered into you, releasing his load. You kissed the back of the hand you were holding as he came down from his high, slipping out of you and plopping down next to you. The two of you laid in silence, regaining your composure. You curled up into Mammon’s side, resting your head in the dip of his shoulder.

“I love ya so much MC...and I’m so happy I could die.” He said with a laugh and a sigh, wrapping his arms around his girl.

“I know Mammon...I love you too.”

He tilted your chin up to kiss you once more before drifting off into sleep. He awoke the next morning with the sweet smell of your hair tickling his nose, just like he always imagined it would after a night spent in each other’s embrace.

[hockey-prose]

Bitty Breaks the Internet

Summary: The AC in Jack and Bitty’s apartment is broken. So what better way to beat the heat than go out on the water? Bitty wears a new swimsuit, Jack takes his picture, and the picture ends up online. (Cross posted to AO3.)

It all started with that blasted weather. Simply put, it was stifling. Bitty was used to dry Southern summers and slight humidity. But he wasn’t prepared for this years incredibly humid Eastern summer. It made it worse that the AC in his and Jack’s apartment was broken and wouldn’t be fixed until next week.

So, while the two of them were boiling in their apartment, Bitty got a text from his mama.

Mama: Dicky, why don’t y’all just rent a boat and stay near the water for a few days?

That’s a great idea! Thanks Mama!

“Jack, honey,” Bitty said, adopting his extra thick accent. He knew it meant Jack would give him anything he wanted because he was sweet on his Southern side.

“Yeah, bud? What’s up?”

Bitty sat up, allowing the washcloth soaked in ice water to fall to his lap. He looked to his fiancé across the couch from him. It was so hot that the only parts of them that had been touching were their feet and ankles. There were at least 10 fans angled towards them.

“How about we rent a boat for the weekend? It’s the off season for you, and my deadline isn’t until next week.”

Jack lowered his phone, revealing the hair plastered to his forehead. Bitty’s heart squeezed with love for his man.

“I don’t know how to drive a boat.”

Bitty smacked Jack gently on the thigh.

“I do, honey! I spent I don’t know how many hours on boats in Georgia. Good Lord, the sunburns I’ve gotten. The point is that I know how to drive and I could teach you.”

“Do we want to invite other people or just have it be us?”

Bitty thought. As much as he loved every one of their shared friends, it would be nice to be just the two of them. Quiet.

“I think just us for this first time would be nice. Just the two of us?”

Bitty heaved himself forward to slide between Jack’s open legs. Jack’s eyes widened, but he covered Bitty’s hands where he’d placed them on his chest. Jack hummed.

“I like the sound of that. Want me to see if I can find any boat rental places?”

“How about we look together, huh handsome?”

The week came and went, and on Friday afternoon, Jack and Bitty took to the water at Providence Marina. Turns out, Marty had a boat docked there and gave Jack the keys to use it. The cooler that was clutched in each of their hands contained beer, soda, chips, sandwich fixings, fruit, and lemon blueberry mini pies.

After everything had been situated on the boat, and they’d had an awkward conversation with one of Marty’s dock neighbors, Bitty pulled them out to sea. They didn’t go very far, just out of view of the docks, and dropped the anchor.

Bitty turned on his portable speaker to some soft pop music, stripped off his clothes, and began making house on the boat. He could hear Jack snapping pictures with his camera. A quick look revealed that the subject was him.

“Well, now, Mr. Zimmermann. Who said you could take pictures of me just before I was about to fix you a sandwich,” Bitty sassed, planting his hands on his hips.

Jack took the camera away from his face, a love struck smile on his lips. He was also shirtless, and had laid himself on the deck of the boat to get a good angle.

“Sorry, Bits, you’re just so gorgeous I couldn’t help it. That swim suit is definitely doing you a favor.”

Bitty felt his cheeks warm, and a smile cross his own mouth. He’d bought the suit as soon as the boat was secured. It was almost a Speedo with just a bit more length. The print on them was white with light and dark blue sail boats.

“Oh hush now.”

A click.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann!”

The afternoon passed with Bitty alternating between sunning himself on the deck and taking dips in the water. Jack kept mostly on the boat, occasionally dipping his legs in when Bitty swam. By the time they pulled into the dock, his shoulders were bright pink and he winced when he lifted the cooler.

“I told you to put on some more sunscreen, honey. There’s some aloe at home, but it’s gonna take more than that.”

“Bits, bud, don’t feel too bad. I’ll wear sunscreen tomorrow and bring a shirt too.”

“You still want to go out tomorrow?”

The couple buckled themselves into Jack’s car.

“Of course, Bits. You looked like you were loving it out there. As long as it makes you happy.”

Bitty leaned across the center console and planted a kiss on the underside of Jack’s jaw.

“You’re so sweet, honey. As long as you’re up for it.”

By the end of the weekend, Jack had taken over 100 pictures. At least 50 of them were Bitty. There was a handful of scenery, other boats and the ocean. And then a few were of the two of them. One for each day. They had gotten progressively pinker as the days went on.

Sunday night, the couple went to a nice seafood just off the water before heading home to fall into bed for a restful night sleep.

Wednesday rolled around quietly, and Bitty woke to about a thousand notifications on his phone. Some were texts. Some were notifications on Twitter. By far the most notifications came from Instagram. Even though he’d made an account, Bitty barely posted to Instagram except to promote his cookbook.

Deciding to look at the texts first, he was greeted with no context chirps from his Samwell friends. All of them were about him in a swimsuit?

What?

Bitty continued to flick through his messages. There were individual messages from everyone on his former team, but also in the big “Haus 4.0” group chat.

Holster (Adam Birkholtz): dUDE BITTY MY GOD HOW HAVE YOU STAYED SO HOT????

Ransom (Justin Oluransi): Jack’s lucky that nobody saw your ass or the internet would be broken brah

Lardo (Larissa Duan): bro, bitty DID break the internet have you seen his insta and twitter??

Shitty (BS Knight): I swear on the gods above if Bitty was not single and I was not straight, I would sweep him off his feet

Nursey (Derek Nurse): chill. was truly a kim k moment for Bitty

Dex (Will Pointdexter): Love the confidence my dude. Was really a monumental picture tbh

Honey 💞: Can we not talk about Bitty like a piece of meat?

ERB: What on earth are y’all talking about?

Lardo (Larissa Duan): bits, you gotta check jacks insta first before you come in here and ask questions

So that’s exactly what Bitty did. Goodness knows where Jack was because he was not currently in bed with him. The last text he sent was at 8:45 am and it was now 9.

Instagram proved to be a tough navigator. Not because Bitty was media illiterate, but because the sheer amount of new followers he got prevented the app from running properly. After three app crashes, Bitty grew frustrated. He logged out of his public account and into his private one.

Once on his smaller scale Instagram, he searched Jack’s name. The most recent post was of their weekend relaxation trip. It was one of those collections of images. The first three were of the ocean, some seagulls, and the view from the front of Marty’s ship. The next six were of Bitty and Jack in various stages of couple poses. Somehow Jack had even managed to capture Bitty feeding him some grapes. But the last image was what set a fire under Bitty.

The picture was of that first day. Bitty was wearing his, now scandalous in his eyes, swim suit. His sunglasses were perched on the edge of his nose. You could see the heat he held in his eyes for Jack, who had been behind the camera. Admittedly, Bitty had not been thinking of his body image at the time of wearing that swimsuit. But now that he had attracted so much attention to himself due to his body, he figured a once over couldn’t hurt.

The Bitty in the picture had a firm stomach, no defined abs to speak of. What was the need for them? He was perfectly healthy. The cut of the swimsuit allowed the camera to see the faint lines that traveled down from Bitty’s hips past the line of his swimsuit. His hair was shining in the sun. The skin of the Bitty in the picture looked a little pale, but he had no qualms otherwise.

He looked good.

Putting the praise of his body aside, Bitty knew he needed to find Jack.

ERB: Thank y’all for your kind words. It means the world to me. Now I have to find Jack and have a word with him

Shitty (BS Knight): AAH SHIT JACKS IN TROUBLE WITH BITTY AHAHAHAHA

Lardo (Larissa Duan): pls don’t kill jack

Bitty locked his phone and went out into the living room. No Jack. The entire open concept apartment was empty. Bitty knew the bathrooms and home office were empty. The doors always stayed open unless there was someone in there.

As Bitty pondered how to find his fiancé, the door unlocked with a small click. Jack emerged with several bags of groceries in hand. Bitty assumed position with his fists on his hips, but this time around, it was not nearly as tempting.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann.”

“Bits! Uh, hey.”

Bitty tapped a foot on the floor.

“Euh, I didn’t know that post would go viral. I tried to soften the blow by bringing home everything you’d need to stress bake.”

Bitty came forward, taking the bags from Jack and going to the kitchen.

“Crisse,” Jack muttered before following Bitty.

“Bittle? I’m really sorry.”

“I know,” Bitty replied, his tone light. “I’m not mad, Jack. I only wish you’d told me you were going to post that where my mother could see it.”

Jack made a groan of displeasure as he approached Bitty from behind. Firm, warm hands pressed themselves into Bitty’s hips.

“Sorry, Bits.”

“Stop apologizing, honey! I’m just gonna have to field a call from my mama. I don’t think this’ll be worse than the cup, but I guarantee my family will chirp her for the rest of time.”

Jack buried his nose in the crook between Bitty’s neck and shoulder.

“George said the PR was good. We didn’t really need any more positive additions, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Well I certainly hope not,” Bitty said with a scoff. “You didn’t post a picture of me nearly naked on the Internet for nothing!”

Jack laughed, and Bitty followed not long after. Together the couple baked breakfast pastries and Bitty got his own revenge.

Jack’s picture was also shirtless, but he was wearing his sweatpants reserved for lounging at home. His arms and stomach were so much more than Bitty’s. He had a workout routine to keep up with.

Once again, the Internet broke because of Eric Richard Bittle.

[joshuas]

christmas spirit

♫ pairing: park jinyoung x reader

♫ genre: slice-of-life, crack,  fluff

♫ word count: 2.9k

♫ warnings: Nil of note!

♫ summary: After a disastrous Secret Santa event two years ago, Park Jinyoung and you had carried an intense rivalry throughout the years. Will the christmas spirit be enough to mend your fractured relationship?

♫ a/n: I’m excited to finally post my first Christmas drabble of the month, with none other than Park Jinyoung as my muse. A little forewarning - a lot of these oneshots have at least some crack concept behind it (at my friends’ requests). Enjoy!

“You’re such a Scrooge, Y/N. Purposely working on Christmas? What have you gotten against “unnecessary gathering of extended family to awkwardly talk about what’s happened in your life, and being constantly hounded to get married by family members that you barely know, and exchange presents with people that have probably gotten you the same thing every year”? You barely show any Christmas spirit.” Your friend, Mina, scoffed, watching you get ready for work. “Okay, first of all, that was a direct quote so everything is wrong with what you just said, since it was literally my argument as to why family Christmas gatherings with extended family is dumb, and yes I do! Look at my scarf! It’s red.” You defended. “Christmas colours are red and green.” She rolled her eyes. “What kind of Christmas spirit are you talking about then?” You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands on your hips. “Oh you know. That hallmark Christmas movie magic - random acts of kindness to strangers, carolling, making dinner for someone who doesn’t have anyone to celebrate the holidays with.” She said dreamily. “Yeah, no. That sounds like a lot of effort and requires talking to randoms.” You said disgustedly. “Well then, I dare you to be kind to the first person that enters your workplace, if you’re so deadset against helping out ‘randoms’.” She smirked. “...fine. But joke’s on you. I doubt anyone will be working on Christmas.” You waved your hand dismissively, grabbing your car keys. “We’ll see.” She smiled mischievously.

Work was extremely quiet, as expected. No one had come in, all opting to spend time with their families over actually getting stuff done. With deadlines in place straight after Christmas, you felt it was your duty, as assistant manager, to support your fellow colleagues in actually being able to meet that deadline. Another, more motivating aspect for you, was wiping the smirk off the other assistant manager, Park Jinyoung’s smug face. You hummed, typing away, “That sentence makes no sense.” A voice taunted over your shoulder. You turned, coming face to face with... speak of the devil... Park. Jinyoung. Even saying his name made your nose crinkle in disgust. Being probably one of the most irritating, hopelessly obnoxious perfectionists this world has ever seen, he was constantly getting on your nerves. You opened your mouth, then shut it instantly, remembering what Mina had dared you to do. Biting back a snarky remark, you fixed your face into a placated, polite smile, “Oh. Jinyoung. Are you the only one in today?” Please don’t be. Please don’t be. Tell me at least one person walked through the doors before you. He scoffed, “What? No comeback? I think you’re going soft on me, Y/N. And of course no one’s coming in today. No one’s as much as a workaholic as you.” You raised your eyebrows, “Speak for yourself. I’ve never seen you come in on a holiday. Don’t you usually hang out with your girlfriend or something?” Something flashed in his eyes, before returning to a blank, guarded expression, “I- You know how much I love to one-up you, Y/N. I’m not here for you. I’m here to beat you.” He sat down in his cubicle beside yours, turning on his desktop. “So... how did you know I was here?” You raised your eyebrows questioningly. “Mina told me.” He said without glancing from his computer screen. “I don’t understand how she’s friends with someone like you.” You muttered, typing away at your report. “What?” Jinyoung screwed his face up in annoyance. “I said—“ be nice, Y/N, “I said would you like a coffee? I was going to make some for myself. Tell me how you want yours made.” You internally groaned as he actually considered what you were saying. “I’ve literally never seen you use the coffee machine. Who’s to say that you won’t poison me?” He said dubiously. “I’ve used a coffee machine before. It shouldn’t be too different.” You said defensively. “...Alright, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and say yes — just black coffee for me.” He leaned back against his chair. You reluctantly got up, forcing a nod and a small smile as you entered the break room.

Turns out the machine was a lot more different than the simple maker you had at home. Wasting half an hour on trying to figure out how to turn on the machine itself, you were seconds away from tossing it in the bin as Jinyoung sauntered up to you, reaching from behind you to flick the power switch on. Swallowing back an irritated remark, you gritted your teeth, painfully expressing your gratitude, “Thanks.” “Now, a thank you? What has the world come to? Are you okay?” He placed his hand against your forehead, “Are you sure you should have come into work today?” You delicately plucked his hand away, “As much as I appreciate your concern for my well-being, I’m perfectly fine and should probably be getting back to work.” “But what about the coffee?” He said, puzzled. “You’re obviously more qualified than me to work the coffee machine, so you can make your own!” You flashed him a grin, patting him on the back as you exited the room.

A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you, “I figured you probably still wanted a coffee. You like mochas, right?” You looked at him in surprise, slightly touched by the kind gesture, “Oh! Um. Thank you.” You sipped at the coffee, the warm liquid heating your insides. “It’s okay... wow that was weird to say to you... no comment on how bad it was? Whether I poisoned you?” He looked at you quizzically. “Well— it’s not too bad.” You swallowed your pride back down, allowing him just this one compliment.

The two of you had this rivalry as soon as you entered the firm. Being the ones pitted against each other since being interviewed for a position, as you went up the ranks, Jinyoung was always there. You were almost certain that your work colleagues had helped maintain this rivalry, purely for entertainment purposes. At first, the two of you were pretty civil... until your first annual Secret Santa event, where you both had each other.

[2 years ago] ‘...and now I’ve just been rambling. Basically, what I’m trying to ask is... will you go out with me? Who am I kidding, you probably won’t even read this...’ You crossed out the last sentence, adding the finishing touches to your note in Jinyoung’s present. You wrapped it carefully before heading to work, nerves eating away at you as you went over 100 different ways that Jinyoung would react to your confession. Get a grip, Y/N.

“Who do you have for Secret Santa, Jinyoung?” A gaggle of girls (who had an office pool going for who he had) surrounded the guy, hounding him for an answer on who it may be, and what he bought. “You know, asking him who he has basically defeats the purpose of Secret Santa.” You raised your eyebrows at them as they approached you and your colleagues in the courtyard. Jinyoung flashed you a grateful smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as the group of girls dissipated in annoyance. Your stomach fluttered. He was kinda adorable when he smiled. As the gift giving pursued, it soon came your turn. Smoothing down your clothes, you picked up your carefully parcelled gift, placing it carefully in Jinyoung’s arms. Slightly in shock of this revelation, he opened his present, eyes lightening up in excitement as he saw your gift. “Y/N! This— wow. How did you get this?” He gazed at you in wonderment. “Well, a couple of weeks ago you were a little bit upset about missing out on grabbing tickets for a certain author’s book signing. To be honest, it was purely coincidental... I actually really love that series too, and managed to grab tickets. So, I decided to buy you a signed copy of the latest edition.” You explained, blood rushing to your cheeks as everyone gathered around to see his present. He stood up, giving you a quick hug, “Thank you. This is probably the best Christmas gift I’ve gotten.” He whispered in your ear before returning to his seat. “So... Jinyoung, who did you have?” One of your coworkers questioned, looking curiously at the circular shaped present beside him. “Well... I actually had Y/N.” He placed the gift in your hands, his tone slightly laced with nervousness. Curious, you unwrapped the gift to reveal... a stress ball? Not gonna lie, that’s a pretty disappointing gift, considering what you gave him. Your coworkers teased and taunted, “Ooh Jinyoung, are you trying to say something to Y/N?” “What? That they’re a stress head? We all know that. Heck, they should know that.” “Haha... yeah. That’s exactly what I was going for.” Jinyoung said resignedly, trying to scope out your reaction and grab your attention. Dragging your gaze to his, you squeezed the ball, ignoring the unusual hardness within it (great, not only was it a cheap present, it was also faulty?), forcing a small but bitter smile, “Thanks, Jinyoung.” Of course he wasn’t any different to the rest of your toxic colleagues. You ignored the bitterness blossoming in your heart, tears burning in your eyes, as you excused yourself from the courtyard. Mentally cursing yourself as you thought back to what you had written at the end of the book, you prayed he’d never read it. After all, something like that could never happen now. Any feelings you had for Park Jinyoung had been replaced with resentment.

You weren’t one to get too upset over materialistic things like that, but after analysing every other gift he had gotten your fellow coworkers, regardless of the occasion, you felt as though he had been to stingy, perhaps because he disliked you. Perhaps, it also showed how fickle you feelings were for him, but you didn’t care too much about that. And so, the slightly unhealthy rivalry began.

After working solidly for a couple of hours, your stomach grumbled. Jinyoung glanced at you,

“Hungry already?”

Really? He was judging you over your bodily functions? “Of course not.” You turned back to your computer, ignoring further pleas from your stomach. “Y/N. I wasn’t saying that to judge you. I’m hungry too. How about we both head out to the courtyard to take a breather?” He rolled his eyes, and grabbed his lunch, heading for the door, glancing at you expectantly.

The two of you sat in silence on the bench, quietly munching at your food. “Do you remember when we used to do Secret Santa out here?” He asked, glancing at you. “Mhm...” You clenched your jaw. “Your gift still triumphs as the best Christmas I’ve ever gotten. I’ve re-read that book more than any one I own.” He smiled softly, recalling the memory. You almost choked on your sandwich, “You read the book?” “Well... that’s generally what you do when you get a book.” “The whole book?” You pleaded silently for him to answer in the negative. “From cover to cover.” He nodded. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Sensing the silence, he spoke tentatively, “I read your note, as well.” You covered your face with your hands, refusing to interact with him. “...and—“ “And nothing! What you read was just— just an illusion!” You blurted out, about to bolt. “Wait, Y/N. That day. That day was so confusing.” He grabbed your hand lightly, imploring you to sit down again. “Confusing how? As far as I’m concerned, you got me a stress ball for Christmas because I was too much of a stress-head.” Your tone defensive as you crossed your arms. “Wait— so you never found it?” His eyes widened in realisation. “Found what?” You said, annoyed at his cryptic tone. “Do you still have the stress ball?” He asked, impatient. “Yeah, I think it’s in one my desk drawers.” You said uneasily. “Wait here, I’ll grab it.” “But I don’t want you to go through my... okay never mind...” A couple of minutes later, he came back, stress ball... and a knife. You glanced concerningly between the two objects as he cut a square of the stress ball off, taking out a small box. “You seriously couldn’t feel this within it?” He asked incredulously. “Well to be honest, I was more upset at the fact that you got me a stress ball when you got other people better gifts... like how you got Mina the tea set she was vying to get for a while... Also, how? How did you even think of putting a box in there? That’s— I don’t even know. The fact that you think someone would think of getting a knife to cut open a present someone has gifted them astounds me. To me, it just felt like a faulty gift.” You retorted defensively. “Obviously my creativity and quirkiness was lost on you, seeing how you thought I was cheap-skating your present. And, I got you a stress ball because you’re almost always clenching your hands! Yes, you stress, probably a lot more than half the people in this workplace, but I didn’t get you that to make fun of you. Clenching your fists a lot can cause stiffness in your fingers which could lead to rheumatoid arthritis [I’m no medical student but I did some research. Please don’t @ me if I’m wrong!] in the future. I don’t think you want to be paying off medical bills worth ten times the amount of that tea set for physical therapy. Besides, the actual gift is within this box.” He sighed exasperatedly, handing you the box. You opened the lid, revealing the most exquisite looking earrings, the gemstones glimmering under the sunlight. Written underneath the lid was a note, Y/N, I don’t really know where to start with this... but I really like you. Your work ethic constantly astounds me, the way you’re able to complete any task you set your mind to is a quality I wish I had. Not to mention your selflessness and kindness - the way you look out for our team and always go above and beyond what is expected is one of your most admirable qualities. So I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but I’d love to take you out for a date sometime. In fact, meet me at Glow Café at 9am tomorrow morning. I look forward to seeing you there. Whether you see me as a friend or share the same sentiments as me, I’d love your company. — Jinyoung P.S. I hope you like the earrings! I heard that they were your favourite colour :) You looked up at Jinyoung in shock, your heart warmed at the sincerity and kindness of his gift. “I—“ He broke you off, “It looks like we both had the same thing to confess back then. Perhaps if things had turned out differently, we’d be in a different situation to what we’re in now. But hey, we can’t fix the past, but we can change the future. And as much as I adore our banter, I’ve missed talking to you normally without sarcasm.” He held out his hand in a truce. You raised your eyebrows, impressed at his sudden maturity, “Look at you. I guess you’re actually starting to act like an assistant manager for our team. Is the Christmas spirit getting to you or something?” You shook his hand dubiously. “Ha ha. If we’re being completely honest, your sudden kindness did help bring things into perspective for me.” He pointed out. “Really? Wow, the Christmas spirit did get to you.” You laughed. “To be honest, I haven’t really been feeling the Christmas spirit since Yuna broke up with me.” He laughed bitterly. “She broke up with you? Why?” You asked incredulously. “She thinks I’m too much of a a workaholic.” “Welcome to my world...” you sighed. A silence fell over the two of you, as you contemplated in your head. “...So, you’re not spending Christmas with anyone?” He shook his head, looking dejectedly at the ground. Oh whatever. Do it, Y/N. Embrace the Christmas spirit. “Do you want to spend it with me?” You asked tentatively, “as friends. Obviously.” You added quickly. “Are you sure?” He asked, eyes wide. “Dead serious. I’m trying the no sarcasm thing, as you can see.” He laughed, “Okay. I’ll come. As a friend... Do I need to make anything beforehand? Do you need help with cooking? Do you know how to cook? I mean seeing how well you did with the coffee machine, I’m kind of concerned.” He questioned. “Slow down, Gordon Ramsey. Of course I know how to cook. I’m an adult, for God’s sake. And no, you don’t need to bring anything but yourself.” You smiled, standing up. “You speak so much about the Christmas spirit. But this. This is peak hallmark Christmas movie cliche.” He noted, lightly elbowing you. “I guess it is.” You shrugged your shoulders as the two of you went back to work, laughing and chatting away, as friends that had not seen each other in a while. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit that had brought the two of you closer together. After all, the two of you spent many more Christmas’s together... not just as friends.

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[eyesfixedonthesun22]

Ruin Me

Summary: How do you get your Captain’s attention? Act up..like the little brat that you are. Pairing: Steve x Female Reader Warning(s): 100% pure, grade A smut with minimal plot, 18+, mild degradation, dom!Steve, butt stuff ;) Word Count: 2,259 Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: This is my entry to @moonbeambucky’s 5K writing challenge. My prompt was “ruin me” and it’s bolded. Thank you so much for hosting this, Tara!

The two of you had danced around these emotions and lust filled looks long enough to annoy nearly everyone on the team. Now that you’re a whining needy mess, taken apart underneeth the heft of his body, you could kill yourself for waiting so long. Who would have thought it was an offhand comment and a spilled bit of water that broke the camel's back?

Steve had flung you over his shoulder in near rage and stalked away from the party. He hadn’t gone down to the residential floors in the tower, instead choosing the small pool shed. It was only a handful of paces away, but by far the most private thing on the rooftop deck. You’d begged him to reconsider. You knew damn well the walls were thin and everyone could hear. All worries flew out the window sometime after the second pulsing orgasm Steve pulled from your core; his lips buried deep in your dampness.

He flips you over, back arched against his unyielding chest. The warmth of his skin against your back adds to the heated fire dancing across your skin. Your chest is pressed against the door of the shed. If you crane your neck, you can see the rest of your teammates gathered around the pool.

Steve presses and kneads the flesh of your ass with each grind of his hips. You’re livid he’s got you soaked and doe-legged and he hasn’t taken off a scrap of clothing. You’re well past coherent sentences. You attempt to turn to undo his swim shorts but he presses you roughly back against the door, caging you in with his arms around you. The slap he delivers to the exposed skin stings. You’re certain the mark will last well into tomorrow.

“You have been such a goddamn brat for weeks now,” he huffed before spanking the other cheek so they both burn equally.

You truly had.

Sitting in Steve's lap during movie nights while squirming just the right amount until you felt his cock twitch and grow below you; then you went off to your room chipper as can be. The last mission you’d been on, you had squeezed yourself into the same broom closet as your Captain. Your hand wandered south, tracing the lines of his stealth suit while he tried to do his reconnaissance. Two days ago in the gym, you’d accidentally gotten cleaned up in the men's locker room. Steve walked out of the shower to you slathering yourself in lotion with your legs spread obscenely wide.

He’d tried to hold out; knowing full well he, as your Captain and you the subordinate, shouldn’t consider a tenth of the filth which was a constant scroll line in his head. You couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck. Worst case scenario you got to see Steve blushing and flustered. Best case- he’d crack and show you the side he’d only shown glimpses of.

You knew he was rough and dominant in bed. A couple drinking games with Asgardian mead had Natasha and you pressing him for answers. That night he let slip he’s not interested in anyone from the team for professional reasons. But he was struggling to find someone who could handle his unorthodox needs in bed.

“Being dominant is fun when you know all you’ll leave is bruises instead of broken arms”. he’d said.

With your arms pinned in an uncomfortable angle behind your back you now understood why. If it wasn’t for your similarly reinforced anatomy and superstrength, Steve would have already split you in half. It was thrilling to know he probably still could despite your enhanced abilities.

Tonight had gone similar to so many other team get togethers. Joking, teasing, food and drinks. Things had taken a turn when Sam had mentioned he had seen on the news there was an Avengers themed wet t-shirt contest to be held this weekend.

“Yeah, legal asked me if I had any interest in shutting it down. But I figured it’s a public service...in its own way.” Tony chimed in, pairing his words with his signature eyebrow waggle.

“You’re disgusting.” Natasha joked.

“Thoughts, Cap?” Sam prompted. “The girl who’s wearing your t-shirt looks like she could easily take home the prize. If you know what I mean.”

“What’s a wet t-shirt contest?”

Sam and Tony quickly explained the concept. Steve had still looked moderately perplexed. “I still don't get the objective.”

“Here Stevie. It’s like this” You grabbed a pitcher of ice water from the picnic table. “Pretend I’m a contestant.”

You dump the ice cold water across your white shirt in slow, chilling rivulets. You can feel your nipples pebbling from how brazen you were being. The lack of a bra certainly didn’t help the matter. The entire pitcher of water had reduced your top to a thin, transparent, gauze-like  imitation of the garment. Each swell and curve of your skin below was on display to your Captain and teammates.

“Would you vote for me?” You brave a glance up to his face, eyelids fluttering. His eyes are hard and cold. His jaw is set and ticks with each passing second. You lay on another thick layer of sweetness. “Does this turn you on enough for me to win?”

Someone in the background whistles low. Steve’s chest heaves with a calculated deep breath.

“Maybe I’ll ask Sam and Bucky what they think.”

Before you can act, Steve had thrown you over his shoulder. He set you down on the floor of the pool shed roughly.

“What the hell was that?”

You contemplate the truth but decide to keep up the game. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain. Just a bit of fun.”

The sound that erupts from his chest would be closer to an animalistic growl than any human sound. He backs you up against the small sink in the shed. His large hand cups you between your legs.

“Just a bit of fun?” He mocks. “So if I check right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

It’s as much of an exciting promise as it is him asking for your consent.

“Why don’t you get down there and see for yourself.”

He’d pulled the first orgasm from you with his thick fingers and the other two with his mouth latched onto your core. Had anyone walked in, they would have seen your legs spread wide and Steve’s golden locks nestled in the middle, lapping you up like a man possessed.

You’d thought that would be the end of it. Steve had clearly proven his point. You’d been a teasing brat and he’d thoroughly punished you with each shuttering release gushing against his mouth. But he was far from done with you. Pressed against the door, your muscles strain. If he hadn’t been holding you up and bracing your arms you’re certain you’d fall to the floor.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?

Words fail you. All you can manage are pathetic whimpers while he ghosts his lips along your neck. He nudges your legs apart roughly with a kick from his feet.

“Or should I help the message sink in? That is, if you can handle it?”

Something jogs in your brain. His question was one to which an answer was mandatory if this is to proceed further. Even when he’s taking you apart in such a rough, sensual way he finds a way to be a gentleman and check in with you.

“Ruin me, Captain.”

You’re surprised at the clarity in your words but it's nevertheless exactly what Steve needed to hear. He rips his bottoms off and runs his length against your wetness. Your bodies are nestled like spoons; curves meeting curves while he slides and ruts against your sensitive slick.

The buildup of months of teasing and foreplay has you drenched. You hear the sounds of your wet skin against his. It should be embarrassing. What little dignity you had has been thrown out the window. You never wanted this feeling to stop.

Steve’s drenched his cock in your wetness and stops. A pathetic whimper bubbles up from your throat but is choked off by a press of his cockhead against your opening. It’s not where you expect it to be. He stills.

“You thought your wet tits were what pushed me over the edge, huh? Little did you know, your Captain has always been more of an ass man.”

Your core clenches at the thought. It feels left out knowing what he’s asking. Instead answering him directly, you push your hips back against his ever so slightly. The soft head of his cock slips into your tight ring.

“You stretch me so good, Captain.” You attempt to push back further but his strong hands prevent you.

“You like feeling my cock in your tight asshole; knowing our friends are just outside this door?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“I thought so. You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much for someone who was being a little brat.” You mentally slap yourself. “I’m not so sure you deserve this.”

Without warning, his fingers are on your core again. He draws slow lazy circles around your clit never touching you exactly where you need. The overstimulation from his previous actions have you ringing like a tuning fork. Every so often, the circles stop and he swipes up the center of your lips; giving your your clit the friction it needs. Your core flutters and clenches and his cock slips a tiny bit further into you.

That’s how he tortures you. You aren’t sure how long it’s been since your wet t-shirt ploy. Minutes or hours. It doesn’t matter. The only thing you can think about is the pulsing need coming from your cunt and the dizzyingly slow stretch of Steve’s cock in your ass.

Bit by bit he enters your. His level of control is impressive and infuriating. One hand plays in your wetness with expertise and the other doing it’s job of locking your hips into place. You’re his. Completely.

“Steve,” you pant. It’s the only word that’s broken through the chorus of curses and pleads. “Steve!”

The second one has more urgency. He’s edged you so painfully close to your release only to move his hands off your sensitive clit and back to your surrounding wetness. This time though, his fingers press heavier pressure against the nub.

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes Steve!”

You gulp air but the moaning has your throat parched.

“I’m sorry! I need to cum.”

“Sorry for what?”

He growls the words into the shell of your ear. If it wasn’t shameful enough that you’re putty in his hands simply with his fingers and his stiff cock only halfway in your ass, the fact he’s forcing you to speak now was too much.

“You know why.” The pads of his fingers press harder against you.

“Say it.”

You’ve never heard his voice this low. A fresh gush of wetness floods his fingers.

“Say it now. Or I’ll walk out of here; leaving you gaping and needy.”

“I’m sorry for being a tease.”

“You must have forgotten who you’re talking to, little one,” he tutts.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. You can feel the smirk of his lips against your skin.

He’s pushing your resolve further than you thought possible.

“I’m sorry for being a tease, Captain.”

“There you go, little one.” With a kiss far to gentle for the mood, he praises you. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

You whimper and twitch as his hand still works it’s unyielding rhythm against you. His cock stands in stark contrast as it’s never made a full thrust inside you.

“Let’s get you to cum, little one.”

He kisses your neck once and presses two of his thick digits into your cunt. The hand on your hips pulls you flush to him and seats the full length of him inside you. The jump from being teased to long to being fully filled nearly has your legs give out.

“How does it feel to be so full, little one? You like my cock inside you?”

They’re questions he can’t possibly expect you to answer unless it’s with moans. His fingers massage steady pressure against the spot you need him most inside you. He’s still unmoving inside your ass. His voice is strained and his breathing seems to quicken. Both of your holes flutter and clench around him.

“Cum, sweetheart. I wanna feel you.”

A damn breaks inside you and tingles erupt across your skin. Warmth radiates from your core outwards as your orgams rocks through you with an intensity you couldn’t have expected. When the first wave calms, you feel Steve’s warmth flood you from behind. The aftershocks of your release have you twitch and clench around him. He’s filled you so deeply there’s nowhere for it to go. It drips like honey down your thighs.

It’s a long while before either of you move. When you’re disentangled, he turns you to face him. You’re ready for him to brush this away. After all, you know he’s your superior officer. He places a palm on each side of your face. The gentle press of his lips on your forehead first, then your nose, and finally your lips has you surprised.

“For the record, I love it when you’re a brat.” You smile and meet his lips once more, savoring the taste of him.

“Maybe I’ll act up again sometime.”

“I’d like that, sweetheart.”

[tr4shmouth-tozi3r]

‘listen, I know I’m a drunk, jealous asshole, but I love you.’ - richie tozier x reader

requested: yes & i luuuuv these jealous richie requests, so with that being said after this if anyone wants to send in a jealous richie request get specific for me cause this is my second one already, so the more specific they get the easier it will be for me to keep writing this kind of request. also decided that combining it with the second request would be super easy and i like the concepts together lol. you guys are 16 here. 

also, @lavender-zone thank you so much queen🥺 I really appreciate knowing you enjoy my writing so much!

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: swearing, angst, drug use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendos, fluff.

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October 4th, 1992—

“Hey, uh look, I don’t know how much longer you’re gonna be a sour puss and ignore my calls, but call me back, doll.”

“Listen, you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy. We’re best friends, y/n and we barely go two hours without talking. It’s been like almost three whole days, please just call me, sweets.”

“Hey, I know you’re giving me the silent treatment, but mom’s booze cabinet was unlocked and I’ve got a whole fuckin’ bottle of tequila with our names on it. Cut the shit and call me.”

“I’ve been sittin’ on this bottle for about three hours now and you still haven’t called me! If you don’t call me soon I might have to drink it by myself and I don’t think anybody fuckin’ wants that. Call me, this shit is getting old, y/n/n.”

“Alright, well I’ve already had about six shots and I’m buzzed as all hell. You can ignore my calls and voicemails all you want, toots. Won’t be able to ignore me—hiccup—when I show up outside your window.”

“Fucking great.” You sighed heavily as you forcefully shoved the antenna of your cellphone down and threw the big hunk of buttons toward the end of your bed. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying and you were certain you’d cried every tear you had. 

Your window was open and almost as if it was on cue, you heard a burp and an ‘oh shit’ from outside. It was moments like this one, when you were pissed at Richie, that you hated how close his house was to yours.

You rolled your eyes and rose from your bed, reluctantly dragging your feet to your window.

“What do you want?” Your ass landed ontop of the raidiator below your windowsill. One leg rested above the other leg as you peered down at him.

“Look,” he ran one hand through his dark curls and licked his lips, tequila in the other, “I’m sorry, c’mon doll. Let me in? Let’s talk and hangout? I have gifts!” He wiggled his eyebrows with a goofy (and slightly buzzed) look in his eyes and grinned as he reached into his jacket pocket. His hands raised and he waved the bottle in one and a joint in the other.

Your eyes scanned over him momentarily, the street lamp above him shining down on his face and the black eye he’d gotten a few days prior was hard to make out behind the crack in the lense of his glasses. You thought hard before speaking, “Fine. You’ve got five minutes, but...,” you spoke sharply and crossed your arms, “that’s it.”

October 1st, 1992—

“No way, bro. There’s no fuckin’ way Darren’s doing that to y/n.” Richie Tozier’s head shot up from his lunch tray at the familiar name. His eyes squinted from behind his thick-rimmed spectacles and landed on two boys in his grade. They wore red letterman jackets and sported big numbers on their backs along with their last names. It was a couple of Darren’s football buddies. 

Darren was some guy from school that y/n had recently started seeing and Richie hated his guts. He was a complete douchebag and was nowhere close to the type of guy he ever would have expected to see y/n with. If he was being honest, he saw himself with her more than anyone, but that was definitely never going to happen. He’d been best friends with the girl since they were in 3rd grade, along with the rest of their group, not including Ben, Bev, and Mike (they came around a lot later on).

“Yeah he is, I swear dude. He made a bet with Bowers that he could get into her pants by homecoming.” Richie felt his ears heat up instantly and he clenched his fists and his jaw simultaneously. If it was possible to blow steam out of your head when angry, Richie would have been smoking up the entire cafeteria in seconds. 

Richie may have never liked any of the guys that stole y/n’s heart, but he knew there was something way off about this one and he was right. He stood up quickly, his chair flying back and he threw on his leather jacket before grabbing his bag and storming out of the cafeteria. He knew exactly where he was headed.

-

“Hey, Darren!” Richie’s voice rang out across the football field as he hastily made his way across, cracking his knuckles and his black painted nails glistened against the sun. He ignored the way y/n’s eyes landed on him from the bleachers and realization dawned on her face that he was, in fact, about to do something very stupid. She could see it written across his face; the redness in his cheeks prominent and the way he clenched his jaw made her stand up suddenly.

“Tozier, we’re in the middle of a practice, get the fuck off the field!” Richie tuned out the coach’s voice.

“Tozier? Uh... what are you doing?” Darren set his water bottle down and raised an eyebrow at Richie, who dropped his bag as he got even closer. Suddenly, he was walking right up to Darren and his fist was flying right into his nose. 

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, dumbass!?” The football coach was running toward the boys, his clipboard waving in the air.

“You sick fuck, making bets on how long it’s gonna take you to bang my best friend!?” Richie’s words came out in a hiss as he shook his hand from the sudden impact, wincing. Darren stumbled backwards and tripped, falling to the ground. Richie got on top of him and punched him again, this time breaking his nose and blood gushed from the boy’s face.

“You little shit, you broke my nose! What the fuck!?” Darren reached for his nose with one hand while his other hand clung to Richie’s shirt collar as he tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, “And you have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!”

Richie swung down at him again and his fist connected with Darren’s bottom lip and blood trickled down his chin, “Oh yeah right, fuckface! Maybe tell your little butt slappin’ buddies to stop whispering about your douchebag escapades at lunch!” Darren quickly mustered the strength to pull Richie down and roll his way over and on top of him. He threw a punch at Richie’s face, the boy’s glasses cracking against the sensitive flesh around his eye and suddenly, his coach was behind him and trying to pry him up and off of Richie.

“Stop!” Darren’s arm was cocked back as he struggled against the strong hold his coach had on him, ready to punch Richie again, but the sound of your voice stopped him. Richie’s head snapped in your direction, his glasses crooked and broken on his face and a black eye forming already. His knuckles that were squeezed tightly against the fabric of Darren’s tee were covered in Darren’s blood and bruised. Darren looked at you, blood running from his broken nose and over his mouth, dripping from his chin. 

You hurried toward them, screaming at them the whole way, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rich!? And Darren, get off of him!” They separated, Darren being picked up by his coach and Richie scrambled to his feet, taking his glasses off and stuffing them angrily into his backpack on the ground. 

“What’s wrong with me? More like what’s wrong with him!” Richie pointed his finger at Darren in blame, “He’s using you, y/n, for a quick fuck and some dickwad bragging rights,” Richie spit at the ground in front of Darren, who was consistently denying the curly haired boy’s claim, before he continued, “because he made a bet with Bowers, that he could fuck you by hom-”

Richie found himself being cut off as you shouted, “Enough! God, Rich... you’re my best friend, but every single guy I try to be with, you always have to wedge your way between us! Now, this!? This is way too far.” You shook your head in disgust and walked toward Darren, slipping your arms around his waist and asking him if he was alright. 

Richie went to speak, “But-”

“No, Richie, no buts. I’m not buying this shit for a second, now please... just go.” You scowled at him and he pursed his lips and smiled rather sourly as he threw his hands up in surrender.

He let out a bitter laugh before he spoke, “Fine, but when he hurts you like I said, which he will, don’t come crying to me, doll. I’ll be the one to tell you I told you so and you wouldn’t like that.” He glared at Darren and then looked at you, trying to see passed the anger written across your face, but he couldn’t. 

“Fuck you, Tozier.” Darren flipped him off, blood spewing outward as he spat the hateful words in Richie’s direction.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Coach yelled, pointing his finger in the direction of each them. 

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” You spoke quietly to your boyfriend, your eyes never leaving Richie as you did. His face fell at your expression, because he knew that one all too well. Growing up together, he managed to elicit that look from you quite a few times. It was a look of hurt. He fucked up and you didn’t believe him.

“Tozier, get your ass to the principle’s office, now!” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” Richie grumbled and waved off the coach as he rushed off the field and right into the parking lot ahead. No way in hell was he going to the principle’s office. He got in his car, slammed the old creaky door shut and sped off in the direction of the quarry, his engine roaring and his speed increasing the whole way. 

“FUCK!” His hands slammed against the steering wheel and he tore a pack of Marlboro's out of his leather jacket pocket, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He scolded himself and lit a cigarette as he pulled up to the quarry parking lot.

He sat in silence at this point, thinking about how no matter what he would do, he’d never have you.

Present day—

You sat and watched your best friend ramble on and on with his apology, which sounded 100% rehearsed and you expected nothing less from Richie Tozier. You wanted to be so mad at him and to take it to your grave and never look at him again, but that was only so you didn’t have to remind yourself of how much you loved the insufferable little shithead. 

“I swear to god, I wasn’t lying. I heard his twatty football buddies talking about it at lunch and I-,” he took a deep breath, before puffing on his cigarette he had lit moments before this, “I just got so mad. I know I could have handled it better, but you need to believe me, y/n, I’m not lying.” His words came out quickly and nervously and he was puffing away at his cigarette as if his life depended on it. He was definitely a bit tipsy, having already made a small dent in the bottle of tequila.

“I know...”

“Listen, I know it seemed like a-”

“Rich, I said I know.” He looked at you as you spoke quietly, confusion written across his face and he put the cigarette out, “I know you were telling the truth. I heard Greta while I was in the girls bathroom yesterday talking to her friends about it, saying how funny it was and how he was boning her behind my back and the only reason he made the bet was so Bowers would be on his good side and he could use him as like a body guard... or some shit...?” You and Richie both found yourselves with confused looks on your faces by the end of your statement. 

Then there was silence, but the laughs that followed made Richie feel warm inside and he thanked god that you were laughing with him and smiling at him and talking to him and you were just here with him. 

“Anyway, after that I confronted him about what I heard Greta saying and he cracked. He admitted it to me and then,” your eyes filled with tears you didn’t think you even had after all the crying you’d done before Richie arrived, “he had the nerve, to ask if I would lie and tell everyone we fucked so he could get whatever it was that he wanted from Bowers.” 

“That nasty fuckin’ pig, I should go punch his teeth out this time, for treating my best friend like that.” You smiled sadly at Richie’s words and the way he leaned forward to wipe away your tears. You didn’t say anything else as you grabbed the bottle of tequila from his hand.

“I just... fuck, I was so mad that you were right, okay? That’s why I haven’t talked to you first.” You sniffled and brought the bottle to your lips.

“God, you’re so stubborn. So petty. You drive me nuts, doll..” He teased you and you scoffed at him before taking a swig from the bottle.

“Oh, light that joint, will ya?” You asked him bitterly, the harsh liquid coating your throat and burning your chest as you spoke.

“So.. does this mean I have my best friend back or what?” He raised an eyebrow as he put the joint over the flame of his lighter.

“Fuck, Richie, you know...” you sighed and took another shot, “I wouldn’t want anybody else to be my number one best friend, but could you stop getting into my love life and let me figure this shit out myself, then?” His eyes lingered over the joint and he didn’t speak for a moment.

“Yeah.. yeah, no problem, sweets.” His words were soft and you were a bit confused by his reaction and the way he had hesitated before answering you.

Richie was a stubborn bastard and he knew he had missed the perfect moment to just tell you how he felt, but he didn’t like to be vulnerable and everyone knew that. He was afraid of rejection, and also, of breaking the strong bond between the two of you. And it was funny, because the same thoughts ran through your head about him. So, in conclusion, you were both absolute oblivious knuckleheads. 

Bev had always tried to explain to you how Richie was jealous whenever you would end up with a new guy. He was always cold toward them and very protective of you. Anyone with eyes could tell, but you refused to believe it. Richie was your best friend, there was no way he felt that way about you and if he did, he would have said something by now, right? You also wondered if it would ever even work between the two of you. The thought that it might not, always lingered in your head and you couldn’t stand the idea of losing him.

To you, having him as a best friend was more than good enough, if it meant keeping him forever.

“Let’s smoke this on the roof.” You grinned at Richie’s statement and took the joint from him as you both stood up.

-

You picked up your conversation from where it had left off and you looked at him, curiosity gleaming in your eyes, “Why are you always so over the top whenever I get a boyfriend?” 

You passed the joint back to him, intently waiting for an answer. He looked nervous, like he didn’t know what to say, “I.. I mean, you’re my best friend, we grew up together. I don’t want anyone to hurt you.” His eyes darted over yours and your face softened.

“Rich, you’ve gotta give them a chance first! Every guy, you instantly hate. I don’t get it. Like that boy when I was thirteen, Jared, he held my hand in front of you and you shoved him into a bush. How was he hurting me?” You raised an eyebrow and then giggled at the memory replaying in your head. 

“Hey, I’ll have you know Jerkoff Jared was a pervy little shit, practically eye-fucking you all the time, I mean we were thirteen for crying out loud. Oh, and let’s not forget Tony Tiny Balls, was he before or after Garrett the Gagger?” The seriousness etched across his face was priceless and you looked at him with wide eyes, your hair swaying in the wind and the stars shining off your face and damn, he couldn’t stop looking at you as he slowly hit the joint.

“See what I mean? You gave them all inappropriate nicknames, too!?” You both busted out laughing, the alcohol and weed starting to really affect the both of you and it was affecting Richie in the weirdest way. For some reason, words were just coming out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop them.

“I was jealous.” He slurred and you froze up. What was he doing?

“What, uh, wh-what do you mean?” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your eyes falling on the suddenly pretty pattern of your roofing. You wanted to believe the alcohol had you hearing things, but you knew that wasn’t true.

He sighed and looked down at you before putting the joint out, your face looking the other way, “I mean, exactly what I said.. I was jealous. I was always jealous.” His eyes were back on you again.

You turned your head at the feeling of his eyes burning holes into the side of your skull, “Why?” You swallowed the lump in your throat that you didn’t even know was there and felt your heart beating like crazy in your chest.

“Oh, for fuck sake, don’t beat around the bush, y/n.” He hiccupped before he continued, “You know why.” His voice went low and his stare intensified. He leaned forward slightly as he took his broken glasses off, his tequila breath hitting your face and you swore you almost blacked out and that he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t.

The same thought ran through your head as you stared back at him, your eyes searching his. You’re my best friend and I can’t lose you, what if I take this chance and it blows up in my face?

“Richie, I-”

“Listen, I know I’m a drunk, jealous asshole, but...” He whispered so lowly, you didn’t think you heard it right, but oh yes you did, “I love you...”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say or do, because yes, you’ve said I love you to each other, but this one was different. He said it in a way that made your heart flutter and your stomach twist and turn. You had wanted this for as long as you could remember, yet you were always so afraid of it. The thought of losing Richie because of a stupid relationship that didn’t workout scared you, but knowing he felt this way made you wonder if you would regret not taking the chance. 

You were torn...

“Hey, no rush here or anything, but uh,” he coughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, “are you gonna respond?” He smiled sheepishly at you and your mouth opened then closed and his face fell.

“God... fucking damnit, Rich!” You dropped your head into your hands.

“Shit, all you have to say is you don’t feel the same way.” He was smiling awkwardly at you before another hiccup escaped his lips and you looked up and shook your head.

“No, Rich..,” you sighed, “that’s the problem, I love you so much it drives me fuckin’ crazy, but I just don’t think we should do that to ourselves. Everything would change, and don’t get me wrong, being with you sounds amazing...” you gazed into his eyes, “I would just rather have you forever and if the only way that works is if we stay best friends, then that’s how it has to be.”

He involuntarily laughed and let out a small snort with an expression on his face that said ‘you’re joking, right?’.

“Doll, you’ll never know unless you try.” He spoke softly as he reached for a fallen strand of hair in your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Rich, I just can’t... I’m sorry.” Your eyes glossed over and you tried not to cry as you looked away from him. He sighed and wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s okay, but I love you and you love me, so we’ll be together eventually, babycakes. I don’t care how long it takes, whether it’s now or in ten years, I’ll wait. Don’t think I’m not gonna constantly ask you out, though, cause I am. I mean shit, we can set a schedule, like every first of the month I’ll ask you out in the most mushy gushy romantic way I can possibly come the fuck up with and whenever you’re finally ready, just say yes.” He stated simply and grinned down at you as you rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face, too.

“God, Tozier, when did you turn into such a sap?” You feigned genuine curiosity, but also let the amusement drip from your words, “But seriously, I just think it’s better this way.”

“Whatever you say, pretty girl. I’m serious, too, I’m not giving up. I’ve loved you since we were little kids. I’m not gonna give in that easy.”

-

So, Richie wasn’t playing around when he said he wasn’t going to give in that easy and he also decided to change it from once a month to once every two weeks. You expected something like this from Richie, so it didn't surprise you even a little bit, but at this rate you weren’t sure how long you’d last. 

Richie being romantic was rare; sure, he could flirt. Flirting was something different, but being romantic? Richie Tozier?

You were practically swooning as you thought about it. Fuck, keep it together, girl...

Pep talks usually worked for you, even coming from your own head, but in a situation like this your brain was absolute mush. It had been a month and a half since Richie had confessed his feelings for you and made his promise to win you over and help you shine through your insecurities. So that meant, you’d been asked out three times already and he wasn’t kidding when he said ‘the most mushy gushy romantic way I can possibly come the fuck up with’. 

October 18th, 1992—

The first time he asked you, he forced you to go on a picnic with him at the quarry. He had the small spot set up with lights and a fire and a spot for you to sit together cozily.

You sat wrapped up in a blanket together, poking sticks with marshmallows on them against the fire. That’s when he asked you, “So was this picnic good enough to make you mine yet?” He looked down at you with his big round brown eyes, maginified by his thick glasses (he finally got a new pair a few days prior, so for the passed couple weeks basically, he was blind in one eye).

You swallowed the lump in your throat and you smirked suddenly, “Hey, y’know isn’t this more like a campfire than a picnic?” You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips at him, trying not to smile.

He groaned and threw his head back, “Fuck, you’re impossible, sweets.” He looked back down at you shaking his head in amusement and you brought your half burnt marshmallow to your lips with a sly smile on your face as if to rub it in.

“Gotcha.”

November 1st, 1992—

The second time he asked you, he told you he had a surprise planned for you and that it was so urgent you had to skip school for it, which you honestly didn’t mind too much. So, you didn’t protest, instead giving in right away this time.

Fuck, he had you closer to where he wanted you without even really trying. You were so screwed.

You remember leaving your house that morning and getting in the passenger seat of his bright red, beat up 1983 maserati. The car was only nine years old, but with an owner like Richie, the car was practically a pile of junk already. You loved it.

It was freezing that morning and he told you, “It’s about to get a bit colder, toots. Don’t worry I brought you an extra scarf.” He smiled from ear to ear as he glanced over at you for just a second.

God, he made it so fucking hard for you...

And before you knew it, you were at an ice skating rink a town or two over (you weren’t too sure, you were too busy throwing glances at Richie the whole ride there).

“Rich, I don’t even know how to ice skate!” You squeaked and your face turned pink. The tip of your nose went bright red from the instant cold that hit when you stepped out of the car, gaze locked on Richie.

“It’s okay, me neither.” He shrugged at you with a goofy smile and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he held his other hand out to you.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that? How is this romantic if neither of us know how to ice skate?” You asked him expectantly.

“We’re gonna learn together, teach other. Balance one another out.” Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, no trace of slyness behind his words. He spoke rather sweetly and your heart dropped into your belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

You put your shaky hand in his and followed him as he carried a bag over his opposite shoulder, “So, I got us ice skates since I know your shoe size, because you can’t rent any here. You have to bring your own here. They had these really pretty pink ones so I grabbed those for you. I asked Bev to look at them, too. I wanted to make sure you’d like them.”

What the fuck. Stop it, y/n. Relax, it’s sweet, yeah, but do not give in. DO NOT GIVE IN.

“Th-thanks, Rich.” You coughed awkwardly and he smirked down at you as he handed you the skates.

You noticed there was practically no one there and you looked at him questioningly, “There’s no one here, are you sure they’re open?”

“Yeah, I made sure. That’s why I picked this place, they don’t get much business, so more alone time with my pretty lady.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you could feel yourself absolutely screaming on the inside.

Damn, this one was good. So good you wanted to give in, juuust a little bit. You were strong, though and you held out. Even when he was slipping and sliding on the ice with you in his arms, your hands locked firmly on his biceps to keep as much of your own balance as you could. You both laughed and foreheads knocked together and noses brushed and you might have felt his breath in your mouth for a split second, his lips just grazing yours accidently.

Your chest exploded and you wondered if it felt even better to actually press your lips to his and if he tasted good; he sure looked like he did...

“So, babe whaddaya say? Be with me, c’mon this sappy shit is starting to make me feel all ooey gooey inside, bleh.” He scrunched his nose up and peered down at you in amusement over his glasses.

“You have no idea how much willpower I’m using to say this right now, but no can do, trashmouth.” You laughed at his expression. His glasses slid down his nose and his cheeks were flaming and his mouth was slightly open. He was absolutely shocked it hadn’t worked.

“You’re one tough fuckin’ cookie, y/n y/l/n.” He laughed before placing a kiss on your head trying not to fall backwards onto the ice as he pulled away.

November 15th, 1992—

Alright, so the third time he asked you he might have been very, very tipsy. And when Richie gets tipsy enough, he turns into a complete hornball.

We’ll keep this short and sweet, but he ended up slurring along to the words of Good Enough by Bobby Brown, singing into one of your hair brushes in your room.

Even weirder; some of your friends were over and having some drinks with you, as well. Their reactions were priceless, but you on the other hand, weren’t sure whether you should laugh or blush.

“So? Be my—hiccup—girlfriend, sexy?” He swayed from side to side, his hands spread out above his head and his mouth curled into a big dopey smile.

“Oh god, Rich... this one was terrible, but also memorable. I swear to god I’m never gonna forget this.”

“Well, fuck—hiccup—me.”

“Oh, you wish, loverboy.”

November 29th, 1992—

You had to admit, you were in love with Richie for years and you never thought you could fall even more in love with him, but you were wrong. The passed two months were honestly the happiest you’d been in a long time and he wasn’t even your boyfriend. Your insecurities began to fade away and all you could think about was being Richie’s and him being yours.

Homecoming was around the corner and today was your two week mark, so you knew what that meant. Lucky number four.

Weirdly enough, you anticipated it all day long and to no avail. He hadn’t even asked you anything at all, nor to Homecoming and you felt somewhat disappointed.

At the end of the day, he told you he had some things to take care of and he’d see you at your place later. This didn’t help your mood, but you let it go. Maybe, he forgot today was another two weeks. Maybe, he thought it was tomorrow...

-

You trailed up your driveway and through your front door, confusion spread across your face at the pair of pastel pink heels sat neatly on your doormat just inside. You looked up and Eddie was sitting in your living room.

“Holy shit, Eds, how the fuck did you get in here!?” You stumbled back and he laughed at you and shrugged.

“I can’t tell you that, but here, this is for you. You might wanna grab those heels too, and head into the kitchen.”

This had Richie written all over it and you cursed yourself for thinking he had forgotten his own plan. Of course he didn’t...

You peered down at the pink rose hair clip, it was beautiful. You let Eddie place it in your hand and you grabbed the heels, turning the corner to kitchen.

Bev and Bill sat at your kitchen table and in front of them was a shoe box that looked brand new, “Oh hey, sweetie,” Bev smirked up at you, “we’ve got something for you.” She handed you the shoebox and inside was a pair of dark men’s dress shoes.

Of course Richie would make you carry his shit, the little bastard.

Bill looked at you and nodded towards your staircase. You slowly walked to and up the stairs and Stan, Mike, and Ben all stood at the top of the stairs. Stan held onto a nice looking suit, that happened to match your shoes perfectly. Mike held onto a bouquet of pink roses and Ben held out a beautiful pastel pink dress in his hands.

You reached the top of the stairs and they piled everything onto you, “There’s one more thing in your room, go see what it is.” Mike smiled mischievously and you shook your head at the cheesiness of it all.

Richie really had outdone himself here. You had no idea he was capable of such sappy shit, but boy did it make your heart melt.

You walked into your room and Richie stood in front of you with a cute little sign that read, ‘be a smartie and let this dum dum take you to homecoming?’

You dropped everything on your bed and hunched over laughing and trying to catch your breath, “I’m so–I’m so sorry, it’s just–” you looked down at the poster and giggled.

He blushed and said, “Hey, this part was all Bev, I was gonna wing it. You were gonna come in and I was gonna say ‘hey, dollface, I already got both the tickets and our outfits, now you gotta go or you’re paying me back cause this shit took every dime I saved since I was twelve, see ya at 8 on Saturday’. I told her what I was gonna say and she laughed in my face and forced me to draw this, which I suck at by the way, but she picked this clever one herself. Would have been helpful if she drew it, too. Oh well.”

He shrugged and you had stopped laughing and now you were just staring at him as you inched closer to him, “Fuck, I love you, you cornball.” You threw your hands around his neck and whispered to him, “Of course I’ll go to homecoming with you, dum dum.” You giggled into the nape of his neck as he muttered a small ‘hey!’ and you continued, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

You pulled away so your face was in front of his now and his eyes locked with yours, his face reddening by the second, “Really?” He barely spoke above a whisper and you nodded at him with a grin, “God, finally. I don’t know what else I could have done to top this shit! Plus, I’m broke now.” He shrugged with a joking smile. Or maybe he wasn’t joking, you weren’t actually sure...

Suddenly, his lips were on yours and it felt like everything was falling ontop of you. Your ears rang and your arms tingled, your legs going weak. His tongue slid against your bottom lip and you hummed into the kiss, revelling in the taste of strawberry candies and Marlboro’s enveloping your mouth and for some reason nothing could have tasted sweeter to you. Your tongues clashed and your heart fluttered and you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

“I love you, sweets. I told you I’d make you mine, didn’t I?” He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath and his glasses fogged up for a moment.

“I love you too, but I think I’ve been yours for a while now.” You murmured against his lips as you reached up and took his glasses off for him.

“Just wait till I get my hands on you after homecoming, I can’t wait to take that dress off of you.” Smirk.

“Richie!” Blush.

-

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Chapter 6

It has been brought to my attention that I never named my Hosie fic. So 6 chapters in and I’m naming it “Knowing You is for the Better” 

The room was silent for a moment as Hope and Marcel both took their seats across from each other just an arm’s length away. Despite the seemingly deep and serious conversation Marcel wanted to have, Hope couldn’t stop herself from grinning. She’d missed her family so much, just the thought that most of them were in the same building with her, filled her with joy, more joy than she’d felt in a very long time. That was probably the heightened emotions that come along with her new vampirism. 

“God it’s good to see you kid,” Marcel grinned,” but I wish it were under better circumstances.” 

“I’m fine Marcel I promise,” Hope didn’t want to have this conversation with every person she saw, it was getting tiring and this was only her first day as a vampire. Marcel studied her face trying to tell if she was telling the truth. However, Hope was always good at putting on a mask, she was a powerful witch, a noble wolf, or a proud Mikaelson the lines have blurred over the years but she’d never gotten any better at letting people in, or at least that what she told herself. Cracks in her armor had formed, in the shapes of her friends and no matter what she did or how hard she fought it the cracks grew bigger. 

Marcel’s voice snapped her back into focus,” sure, you are now, but what about in 100 years or 300 when everything has changed and you stay the same.” Immortality wasn’t a new concept for Hope, she knew it was her fate, but it was a fate she’d been dutifully ignoring for a long time now. 

Her smile faded as Marcel continued,” look I’m not trying to make this harder kid, but I think you should be prepared for what’s coming,” he reached and gripped Hope’s hand in his. Whatever he wanted to tell her was obviously hard for him,” Rebekah has the cure lined up for her, Freya, Keelin, Davina, and Nik all only have a witch’s life span, and honestly I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen to Kol when Davina passes away.” 

These were all things that Hope knew, but that didn’t stop her hands from shaking. “Marcel, I know all that already, why are you bringing it up now?” 

Marcel sighed and pulled away rubbing his hands over his face,” because somebody has to. Look, we are the two most powerful beings in existence and I don’t know if there is anything on this earth that could kill me and I have the same feeling about you too. Me and you kid we are in this for the long hall no matter what and I need you to understand that.” 

Marcel’s voice was shaky but his presence was strong as ever, it was familiar and comforting despite everything that had happened,” There’s no one I’d rather face down eternity with Marcellous.” Hope’s strength wasn’t for show this time. Marcel’s phone dinged in his pocket. 

He pulled it out and read the message on the screen,” It’s D. She says she’s in the kitchen with breakfast.” 

“Let’s go then,” Hope answered and stood up to leave, but before she could he caught her elbow and stopped her. 

“One more thing,” Hope knew this question was coming before he asked and squeezed her eyes shut preparing to lie.” What happened last night Hope? Who hurt you?” 

Hope’s answer rolled, practiced, off her tongue,” Monster attack, it’s been taken care of already, I promise.” He didn’t believe her, that was clear by the way he cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow at her. 

“If I don’t believe that, what makes you think they will?” he asked. 

“Whether you all believe or not isn’t my problem because that is the only answer you will be getting.” With that she slid her arm through his and led him to the kitchen where at least a 5 dozen doughnuts were waiting for them with a very excited Davina who had definitely had multiple cups of coffee. She met Davina with a hug and a squeeze before digging into the doughnuts. 

“First, why are we having doughnuts at 12:30? It’s way past breakfast time-? Hope started but then was cut off by Davina.

“It’s always breakfast time.” 

“And second there’s no way we can eat all these doughnuts,” she took a particularly large bite,” I’m calling in reinforcements.” with a quick text she told all of the super squad to come to the kitchen for food and they slowly all trickled in. Soon they were all piled in, sitting on stools, counters and window seals stuffing their faces with fried goodness, joking and laughing. It was nice, Hope was happy. She might be leaving but at least she would still have her friends when she came back. Slowly Hope pulled back from the conversation, content to just watch her friends goof off. Hope barely realized she was doing it until Josie bumped her shoulder to get her attention. She met eyes with a small grin, which grew into a large smile when Josie grabbed her hand under the table. 

Hope opened her mouth to speak, still unsure of what she would say, but before she could Rebekah and Kol burst through the doors. Hope moved without thinking, running to her family, she wasn’t sure who exactly she was running to but her uncle Kol reached her first. He scooped her up in his arms and lifted her off the ground laughing as he spun her in a circle like he used to do when she was a kid. When her feet found the ground again he spoke,” there you are little witch, what adventures you’ve had.” 

“I’ll tell you everything later,” Hope said as she turned toward her aunt Rebekah. 

She moved slower like she was afraid Hope might disappear, she brought on hand to Hope’s cheek and the other went to her hair. She was quiet for a moment just looking at Hope then she pulled her into a tight hug and Hope figured if there were fewer people in this room her auntie Bex might be crying. “Are you okay, my darling?” she whispered into Hope’s ear. 

Of course, I’m ok,” 

“Who did this Hope, tell me.” her aunt demanded, eyes filled with vengeance and a fierce protectiveness, that Hope knew all too well. 

It was harder to lie this time,” it was a monster attack,” she repeated,” I guess I just wasn’t quick enough.” The room was tense as they waited for Hope’s answer to take hold. 

Surprisingly Rebekah didn’t answer, Kol did,” a monster kill my favorite niece I don’t think so.” he wasn’t wrong, that’s the annoying thing about her family they were rarely wrong. 

“The truth, Hope Andrea,” Rebekah cut in, grabbing her hands. 

“It was a monster,” Hope answered 

She didn’t want them to push this, but she knew they would. When it came to her safety they always went to the extremes. 

“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that Hope,” Kol said taking a serious tone, that Hope didn’t like one bit. 

She needed to put an end to this conversation before it got out of hand,” well if you don’t believe me then I guess you have eternity to figure it out.” That seemed to do the trick,” can we please go home now.” 

An hour later they had all of Hope’s things packed and loaded in the cars bound for New Orleans. Hope’s family was muttering quietly with Alaric and Caroline, leaving Hope to say goodbye to her friends. It was strange saying goodbye, every other time she’d left she didn’t have anything to come back to, but now it was different, she had friends and an ex-boyfriend who she hoped she could still call a friend and Josie. She had Josie, despite everything that had happened, Malivore and prison worlds, she still had Josie. 

Mg gave her an awkward hug that turned genuine as he muttered his goodbye. Kaleb clapped her back and shook her hand, they weren’t huggers and Hope was fine with that. Landon and Raphael stood a respectable distance away and met her with warm smiles that made her feel like everything could go back to normal eventually. 

Lizzie stood on her left,” so do I get a hug goodbye,” Hope asked,” or have we moved 3 steps back in our friendship again?” Lizzie fought against a smile as she wrapped her arms around Hope. 

“You take your time to heal,” Lizzie told her,” everyone here will be fine, we just need you to be too.” her words washed over Hope and for the first time in a long time Hope felt like crying. The fact that Lizzie, the girl who she hated more than anyone as a child was now one of her dearest friends and cared for her just as much was as overwhelming. 

“Don’t let anyone do anything stupid while I’m gone ok,” Hope told her as she pulled away and turned to Josie. 

Josie looked like she was barely holding it together, Hope knew that her leaving was hard for the siphoner, the guilt was like a knot in her stomach, but she knew that this was for the best. Hope was unstable and until she was comfortable with her new power and had it under control no one at this school would be safe with her around. 

Carefully Hope grabbed Josie’s hands and took a step closer,” I so sorry Jo,” she mumbled just loud enough for her to hear.” I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.” Josie pulled her into a tight hug and buried her face into Hope’s neck. Hope brought her hand to the back of Josie’s head and just held her. 

“Promise you’ll call,” she whispered her voice shaky. Hope froze for a moment unsure of what to say. “Just don’t shut me out again Hope please.” 

“I won't, I promise,” Hope told her, making the promise more to herself than to Josie. She had let Josie in, and now it was up to her to fight and keep her walls down. 

She pulled away and pulled herself together, putting her good foot forward she looked at her friends,” I’m serious when I say don’t do anything stupid while I’m cause I won’t be here to save your asses,” they all chuckled slightly,” but if you ever need me, call please.” with that she turned from them and walked to where her family was waiting by the car. They climbed in together and the driver started the engine, taking them away from the school. Hope slagged against her seat and rested her head on her aunt Bex’s shoulder where she was met with a light kiss on the forehead. She closed her eyes letting herself feel peace for a moment. By the time they hit the interstate headed south to New Orleans Hope was fast asleep, surrounded by her loving, crazy and only slightly worried family, but none of that matter because for the first time in over a year Hope Mikaelson was going home.

[ruelmp4]

party part 1

Concept: It’s all fun and games at a party with Coco until things go down hill and the last person you would expect is there to save you.

Enjoy ((:

*Just a warning at the beginning. There IS a near-rape experience in this, so if that bothers you, feel free to skip this story. This one is a little longer than normal but I got really into this one and wrote a lot. I hope you guys like it!*

You stood in front of the mirror, spinning on your toes, watching the sequins sparkle on your mini dress, as "Somebody Else" by The 1975 played in the background through Coco's speaker. The sun was setting through the huge window of her room and hit the dress perfectly. You couldn't wait to see them in the light of the crazy party haze. Tonight you and your best friend Coco were going to the first party of the summer together and you couldn't wait.

You had just flown in from (wherever you're from) to see her for the first half of summer since you hadn't seen her in almost a year. Her family had been nice enough to let you stay at their house so you didn't have to stay in a hotel. This also meant you would be staying with her brother Ruel. You have had a small crush on him since you first met Coco on the beach a couple of years ago when you were visiting with your family. He was the kindest boy you had ever met and you fell. But as you became closer with Coco, the weirder it got for you to like him so slowly you began to leave that crush under the surface and never told anyone. You instantly became friends with her and her whole family and visited them every time you flew over. Ever since then, you guys have been together every summer in Australia.

"Daaaammnn girl! You lookin' good!" Coco exclaims as she walks in from her bathroom. "All the boys there tonight won't be able to keep their eyes off of you!" She wiggles her eyebrows as you laugh along with her, slightly blushing at her words. You had never been one to be boy crazy and go to parties to hook up with a ton of guys, you were just crazy about one boy that didn't even like you back.

"But hey look at you!! You popped off too girl!" You smile looking down at her short, matte red dress that fits her perfectly.

"And where do you guys think you're going dressed like that?" You hear an angry voice grit out from the doorway of the room. You look up to see Ruel, his eyebrows drawn together in anger, looking down at your dress.

"We're going to a party and we're gonna look great, get drunk, and hook up with boys." Coco states before grabbing your wrist and dragging you into her bathroom. "If you have a problem with that, I guess you're just gonna have to deal with it. Now if you will excuse us, we are gonna finish getting ready." And with that she slammed the bathroom door, leaving Ruel by himself to stomp away angrily.

She then looks down at you rolling her eyes at her brother's idiotic behavior and asks, "What are we going to do with him?" You laugh and shrug your shoulders. You honestly don't know why he got so mad at you for wanting to go out to a party. What was it to him? Of anything he should be happy for you going out and hanging out with new people to be friends with.

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The clock read 8:40 pm as you and Coco finally finished up getting ready and decided to head over to the party now. It was being held at a huge beach house about 20 minutes away so you guys needed to leave soon. As you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, her parents and sister Sylvie, were nowhere to be seen, except for Ruel. And a girl?

"Hey, Coco! Y/N." He greets smiling and standing up from the couch, pulling the girl up with him. "This is Charlotte, my date for the party tonight and we were wondering if we could catch a ride with you guys?" His date? A small flare of jealously sparked in you as you looked at their intertwined hands and the way she looked up at him so lovingly. Since when did Ruel have a girlfriend? No. Y/N! Snap out of it! He's not yours and never will be. The best thing you can do is be happy for them.

"Y/N?" Coco asks again, looking over at you. Your head snaps up. "Yeah, yeah! Of course!"

Coco gives you a weird look but soon shakes it off. "You bitches ready to go? It's time to parrttaaayyy!!"

The whole ride there you can't help but sit there quietly, pondering what is going on and why you were feeling this way. You were over him. But why were you so effected by this 'Charlotte girl'.

You guys finally arrived at the huge house, colorful lights were dancing through the house and through the windows and the music could be heard halfway down the street. You could feel the boom of the bass on the car as you went to grab the handle but Coco locked it before you could get out. "You guys go ahead, I need to talk to Y/N real quick." They nod getting out of the car and heading inside.

"Y/N I need you to look me dead in the eye and tell me what's wrong. I know you are not one to sit so quietly in the car and not turn up to the music I play. We wouldn't be friends if you didn't." You chuckle knowing she was 100 percent right. You always screamed the lyrics to songs in the car no matter who was there or what song it was.

"Coco I- I can't. It's nothing," Your fingers twiddle nervously together as you mess with the rings on your fingers. It's a bad habit that you picked up whenever you're anxious about something and Coco looked down noticing your fiddling.

"It's obviously nothing if you seem so upset right before we are about to go have the night of our lives! I can't party without my partner in crime!" She sighs reclining her seat into a laying position before saying, "We are not leaving this car until you tell me what's wrong. Even if it takes all night for you to tell me."

We sat there in silence for a while before Coco spoke up in a comforting voice, "You love him don't you?"

You go to protest and deny what she said but she stops you. She grabs your hands and gives them a little squeeze. "Y/N I know. I've known since the day the two of you met. I can tell that the two of you are meant to be. I can see it in your faces whenever you are around each other. And honestly, I've shipped it since the beginning," She winks at me, smiling softly.

"It's so hard Coco. It's so hard loving someone who will never love you back. To love someone who only sees you as a friend of his sisters. To love someone that is already taken. Ever since I saw him on the beach that day, that tall lanky boy with tacky blue and yellow swim shorts on that was so nice to me; I've loved him. I try to tell myself that I don't but I think deep down there is that love for him that I've had since the beginning." I rant on and on to her, pouring out what I had kept put off at the bottom of my heart for the past couple of years. You sigh, messing with the ring on your middle finger. "But I guess he really wasn't even interested at all now that he has Charlotte."

Coco rolls her eyes. "My brother is a dick for not seeing you as the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my best friend and I will always be there for you in every decision that you make whether it's my brother or someone else; I will always support you.  Always."

You smile and reach over to give her a hug. She rubs your back as tears silently roll down your cheeks from all the emotions you are feeling at this moment.

"Now. Wipe those tears. And you know what? Fuck that. We are going to go in there and forget all about Ruel. We are gonna all night and do exactly what we told him earlier. We're gonna look great, get drunk, and hook up with boys." She exclaims as the two of you get out of the car and head into the party.

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When you guys arrive inside, everything is 10 times louder and all you could smell was alcohol and sweat, as people drank and danced together. More like grinding on each other. Coco grabbed your hand and drug you through the crowd as she tried to find some of her friends. You finally reached a group who had just bought shots and was begging us to join in on the fun. You downed them with a sour look on our faces but almost instantly relaxing me. This is exactly what you need right now.

You were about 3 drinks in, noo maybe 4. Yeah, 4. No, wait scratch that. No 8!! Ehh who knows. All you know is that you can make decisions for yourself still. You felt so free as your body moved to the beat of the music, dancing the night away next to some of the most fun people in the world. Who cares about Ruel! Fuck him you are doing fine without him!!

"I'm gonna go get another drink. Do any of you want another?" You asked the girls, who you guess were too busy dancing to listen to me. Oh well. Their loss. You turn away to go and find the kitchen, squeezing past people before you finally find it. Bending down to find another cup in the cupboard, you feel someone come up behind you and put their hands on your waist. Thinking it was Coco you shouted, "Heyyyy I still have to find a guy tonightttt! What about you?"  

"I'm down if you're down baby girl," a rough, manly voice said against your neck, his breath tickling your ear as his hands began to run up and down your torso. That is definitely not Coco. You spin around to come face to face with a guy around the same age as Coco, maybe a little older, and definitely not your type. He had the basic 'frat boy look' with flowy blonde hair and blue eyes. His eyed filled with lust and breath that smelled of too many Bud Lights. You tried to push past him after telling him that you were sorry and thought he was someone else. You could guess that he didn't like that answer because before you knew it, he was grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into his grip.

"Don't be such a tease babyyy. I know you want to. Look you're hot, I'm hot. Let's fuck." His hands were now holding your wrists to the edge of the counter and began to push his hips into yours.

No no no. You were supposed to drink the night away and party with your friends. Not actually hook up with random guys no matter how mad you were about the Ruel and Charlotte situation. "First of all, that was an awful pick-up line and secondly I'm sorry but I'm not comfortable doing that kind of stuff with anyone tonight."

He just shook his head and chuckled. "Come on sweet thing! You were just saying you wanted to get laid tonight and I'm the perfect option here. Quite frankly the best." He stated cockily and started to kiss your neck. His lips were wet and slobbery against your neck, and as you tried to struggle it seemed that his grip only got tighter on you.

And before you knew it, his hand began to grab at the bottom of your dress, trying to pull it up. There was nothing you could do. You were completely defenseless against this guy and there was no one around to save you. It wasn't until they hit your lips, that you realized you were crying. Quiet sobs left your body as he gripped the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. No this was not happening. You are not going to let this frat boy fuckboy take your virginity and especially not like this. So you did what any girl should do when in this situation. You screamed. You screamed out for help. You screamed out for Coco. You screamed out for my friends. And you screamed out for the person I hated most that night. You screamed out for Ruel.

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[cherry-holland]

Baila Conmigo - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Warnings: def some heavy steaminess in this, 100% smut with a hint of fluff

A/n: hello friends!!! It’s currently nearly 2am, and bc I have not yet written Dmitri Island yet, I figured this spicy one shot will do the trick in its place 🤗 this concept came about thanks to @hazshauntedbelle (who also was so damn kind enough to make this moodboard 🥺) and I discussing about how hot it would be to see Haz with a Latina reader! Don’t worry though - y’all can still imagine it to be yourself! I tried to make it easy to fit so that way all can enjoy! Song is “Baila Conmigo” by Jennifer Lopez, bc I love her so damn much 🤗

“Baby, there’s this club that’s in town, ya wanna see it?” You shout to your boyfriend, scrolling through your phone.

You and your boyfriend, Harrison, were on vacation in Puerto Rico for the week, and boy, did you both need it. With Harrison’s new show and your own demanding job, everything was starting to take a toll on the both of you. You were both itching to get out of rainy, gloomy London, and run to the sun and sand. Having family in Puerto Rico helped make the decision easier for you two, and within a week’s time you found yourselves on a flight to the island. You were posted up in your family’s guesthouse, far away from your family as they knew you and Harrison wanted your privacy.

“Sure, mi amor, where is it? What kind of club is it?” Harrison asked, peeking his head out of the master bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower, so his sandy blonde curls were now darkened and matted on his forehead, water dripping down at a rapid pace.

“Um, it’s just down the street actually, and it’s...” you trailed off to scroll through the website, brows furrowed, “oh, mi vida, it’s a salsa club!”

Harrison’s eyes lit up as he stepped out of the bathroom, his bottom half covered by a white towel, his torso glistening post-shower. “Ooo, darling, let’s go for it! You know how I love salsa dancing.”

You saw Harrison’s eyebrows wiggle up as he sauntered his way over to you, arms wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help the blush slowly trickle in on your tanned cheeks at his overall cheekiness. “Oh, papi, I know you do,” you replied as you snaked your arms around his neck, your red manicured finger slowly moving up and down.

Harrison groaned at the contact. “Babe, you know what that name does to me.”

“Hmm, don’t think I know, papi,” you joked, your eyebrows raising in feigned curiosity.

“Mami, you will learn now,” Harrison growled, pulling you in for a passionate, steamy kiss.

The kiss grew more needy after Harrison circled his tongue around your mouth, a moan escaping your lips. Your tongues wrestled for a bit until you both found a rhythm, hands knotting in hair and soft moans filling the room.

You pulled away after some time, desperate to get some air into your lungs. “Alright, mi vida, let’s get our asses to this club!” You shout, smacking his perky ass on your way to the closet.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Harrison smirked, returning the favor as he smacked your full ass as he stood right besides you.

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You and Harrison arrived at the club, and needless to say, it was hot. From the music that was playing loudly on the speakers, to the dancers swaying close together sultrily on the dance floor, to the thick air of sex that engulfed you two as you walked in... it was like a little slice of paradise.

You shifted the red bodycon dress as you entered in the club, being careful of the high slit that dared to show more than what you were willing to in that moment. You turned to Harrison, who was wearing a light blue button-up with black tailored dress pants, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat start to form in your core. He left the first several buttons unbuttoned, leaving a sliver of his chest on display, and his curls were disheveled and extra sandy thanks to the weather. His skin was beautifully sun-kissed, and it made his icy blue eyes shine even brighter. You couldn’t wait to get him home, but first...

“You ready to show them how to salsa, mi vida?” You asked, tugging at his arm that you were clutching on.

“Oh yes, mi amor, let’s go,” Harrison purred as he led you two to the dance floor.

He turned you to face him as the next song played, taking hold of your hands as you started to sway your hips to the beat.

Imagínate

Tú y yo en la playa

La arena, el mar

El sonido de las olas

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Bésame, Tócame

Y baila conmigo

You felt Harrison pull you closer, causing giggles to erupt from your chest as the music played, chests touching ever so softly as you both rolled your hips.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

You pulled away, turning so your back was pressing into Harrison’s front, carefully grinding him as you kept on beat. You heard Harrison groan from behind you as he firmly placed his hands on your hips, and you definitely knew it was going to leave marks in the morning.

Imagínate conmigo en la arena

Yo besándote

Bajo la luna llena

Imagínate toda la locura

Que vamo' a sentir

Debajo de la cintura

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con la ola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Tú estás solo, yo estoy sola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con el viento

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Pero que rico lo siento

“Mami, you are absolutely killing me tonight,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he guided your hips to grind against his groin.

You moaned in response. “Oh, papi, that’s exactly what I was going for.”

You turned to face him, eyes wild with lust and desire, and brought your lips to his in a searing kiss, you tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

Harrison pulled you even closer, your nose touching his, and you felt his breath on your face as he groaned out, “Oh you’re gonna get it, mi amor.”

Pero que rico lo siento

Es como un fuego por dentro

La cabeza la estamos perdiendo

A las nubes ya estamos subiendo

Dale, dale, dale

Dale que dale más duro

Que la música rompa los muros

Que sola bailando me curo

Dale, Dale

You stumbled into the door of the guesthouse while you and Harrison were in the middle of an intense makeout, hands running all over each other’s bodies. Harrison slammed the door shut with his foot, and grabbed a hold of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a whimper in response as Harrison’s hands trailed to your thighs, quite literally lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Harrison led you to the bedroom as his wet mouth left bites and marks all over your tanned shoulder, moans filling the air.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

Baila conmigo

“Oh, shit, Haz,” you moaned as he gently placed you on the bed, his kisses never stopping.

He slid off your dress with ease, and only stopped kissing your body to admire the lingerie you decided on today. It was a lacy, red strapless bra with matching panties, and he felt his already-right pants grow tighter in his crotch area. “Jesus, mami, is this all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, papi, it’s all for you baby,” you huffed out in response, biting your red-painted lips as he drunk in your appearance.

“Oh, the things you do to me, mi amor,” Harrison spoke as his hands made their way to unclasp your bra, morning at the sight of your breasts, hardened in arousal.

He immediately went and started leaving open mouthed kisses on top of your breasts, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He then trailed down to your stomach, and you felt your body dip down at the soft touch. He stopped when he reached your underwear, slowly slipping them down off your legs. You lifted your hips up, and you felt his mouth go right back to your hipbone, his love bites becoming less soft and more rough.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him. “Harrison,” you whimpered, “please fuck me already, damn.”

Harrison looked up at you with a devilish smirk painted on his face. “Mi amor, before I do that I have to get you prepped and ready.”

He dipped back down to be in line with your core as he lifted your legs to be resting on his shoulders. You felt his hot breath ghost over your folds right before he started licking up and down. You moaned loudly at the contact, finally feeling some relief that you had been holding in for so long. You didn’t even care how loud you were or who heard you - at that point Harrison’s tongue lapping your core up like it was his last meal was all that mattered.

You felt Harrison’s mouth attach to your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans and the sound of your slickness colliding with his fingers filling the air. It wasn’t long before you felt that tightness in your stomach unravel, causing you to come all over Harrison’s fingers.

“Mmm, Mami, you look so good when I make you come,” Harrison said in between him licking each individual finger free of your juices, “let’s make you come again.”

“Yes, papi. Fuck me, please,” you moaned, “fuck me with your cock.”

Harrison smiled at you as he went and grabbed a condom from his toiletries bag. “Oh yes, mi amor, don’t you worry. You’re gonna get fucked so good.”

Before you knew it, Harrison had rolled the condom on his hard cock, and was pushing through your folds, a very loud moan escaping both of your mouths. He let you get used to him before you nodded to continue. You immediately threw your head back, gasping and moaning at how hard and fast he was thrusting into you. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as you heard the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness making sloshing noises against his dick.

“Look at you, mi princesa, taking my dick like a good girl,” Harrison grunted as he kept relentlessly pounding into you, “always look good taking my cock, mi amor.”

You clenched around his dick at his words, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, causing you to see stars. “Oh, shit, Haz, I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead, mami, come for me,” Harrison groaned, and you felt his dick twitch inside of you before his groans turned into booming moans and panting.

As soon as you heard his words, you felt that familiar band snap again as you reached your second climax that night, this one hitting harder than the first. You panted as your came down from your high, and you felt Harrison go soft inside of you. He pulled out, and a whimper escaped from both of your mouths at the loss of contact.

Harrison took a second to admire you before he walked away to dispose of the filled condom and wet a washcloth to help clean you up. He walked over to you and carefully ran the cool rag down your folds, another whimper leaving your mouth at the touch. “Shh, it’s okay, mi amor, I’ve got you,” he whispered, his free hand gently caressing your face.

You nodded slowly in response as he finished cleaning you up. He threw away the washcloth in the dirty hamper, and made his way over to you. He sauntered over to the bed and slid in, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You snuggled up close to him, your bare body nestling right beside him. “Oh, Harrison, mi vida, te amo,” you sighed into his neck, placing a light kiss on the nape.

“Y/n, te amo siempre,” Harrison responded softly, kissing the top of your head as you two drifted off into a blissful sleep. You both falling asleep thankful for finding one another, and never wanting to forget moments like this. Moments that are so full of love and passion, and how you both will spend the rest of your lives giving and receiving all of it.

Imagínate

Ay bendito

Tú, yo

Imagínate

El sonido de las olas

Imagínate

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Imagínate

Baila conmigo

Ay bendito

Tagging some mutuals bc who doesn’t love haz smut? 🤗 @hazmyheart @farfromhaz @osterfield-holland-andcompany @beautifullydisconnected @angelhaz11 @delicatetom

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Completely Harmless Ch. 21

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Twenty-One Did Someone Say Ice Cream?

The email Lily received from Aaron Silverglade was next to incoherent. Oh, there were legible words, but they didn’t string together to make any sense. He sounded quite upset, as much as written words could sound upset.

Lily hopped a bus to Jorvik City and met him at Leonardo’s.

“Sir Aaron, whatever is the matter,” she asked as soon as she was certain that he had a fortifying sundae and stiff coffee in front of him. They sat under one of the umbrella tables outside of Leonardo’s.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m going to fail miserably and make my mother more disappointed in me. I don’t know why I ever thought this was a good idea. Anastasia is doing so much better at this than I am and I can feel mother’s icy disapproval from here. Why can’t I be more like mother?”

Lily’s eyes widened. “Slow down! Your mother loves you. You just helped her achieve a huge victory against G.E.D. by getting rid of those oil rigs. Not that you need to do things like that for her to love you. She loves you no matter what. Now, exactly what is the problem?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“What, what?” Lily waved her spoon. “The oil rigs are gone. We’re revitalizing the paddock. The race track can now move forward.”

“With the ice cream bar,” Aaron waved his hands and then slumped.

Lily blinked rapidly. “You know everything about ice cream.”

“But, what to call it? How to decorate it? I don’t know anything about that!”

Lily reached out and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “You don’t have to.”

“But, but,” Aaron sputtered.

“That is what professionals are for. There are professional decorators. And professional marketers.” Lily sniffed. “Really, Dame Anastasia copped out by naming the restaurant the Silver Glade. That’s an easy go to stand by.”

Aaron bit his lip hard. He dug into his ice cream and took a few bites.

“Now,” Lily took out her phone and did a search for the decorator. She found the phone number and slid her phone over to Aaron. “Here is the decorator your sister hired for the restaurant.”

Aaron stared at it.

“Call him,” Lily urged.

Aaron reached for his phone and slowly dialed the number. He explained who he was and what he was trying to do. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at it with a frown on his face, brow furrowed. “He’s on his way. Since, we’re having ice cream.”

“We must have been photographed on social media.”

“Oh dear. I hope they aren’t saying anything salacious.”

Lily did a quick search. “Not really? They don’t know who I am and I’m wearing Silverglade Clan colors.”

“Hmm,” Aaron said.

“Random employee pep talk,” Lily shrugged and put it away.

“We should be more careful,” Aaron mumbled.

“That could make things worse,” Lily told him. She ate her ice cream. “I confess I don’t know a lot about wine or ice cream. Other than it is tasty and I like eating it.”

Aaron fidgeted. “Well, the winery is a very lucrative business and it could be more so. You see, the price of wine really depends on its scarcity. A good bottle of wine can sell for at least 500 Jorvik shillings.”

Lily got out her phone and did a currency conversion. “So, 20 American dollars?” It appeared that 1 dollar equaled 25 Jorvik Shillings. And 100 Jorvik shillings equaled 1 star coin. (Lily made a note to never use star coins on the transport.) So, 100 Jorvik shillings was roughly 4 American dollars in market value.

“I suppose,” Aaron blinked. He stirred his ice cream. “Of course, the price of an individual bottle goes down as you order more volume. But depending on the amount of wine made and sold in a year, a winery as big as mothers can make 50 billion shillings a year.”

Lily did the conversion on her phone. “2 billion dollars a year?”

“Not every year and, between you and I, we aren’t currently making nearly that much as we don’t have the proper marketing or demand.” Aaron flushed. “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“Probably not,” Lily said. “But that is really interesting!”

“Wine output is determined by how many hectares of grapes you have planted. And of course, everything depends on soil salinity and the weather. We have cooler weather here in Jorvik. That all effects the taste of the wine. And if your wine doesn’t taste good and pass certain standards, you can’t price it higher. We aren’t as fussy as France,” Aaron sniffed. “But we still have standards.”

Lily grinned around a spoonful of ice cream.

The decorator literally flounced up to the table. “I hope you haven’t started talking about anything juicy without me!” He struck a pose.

“Just about wine profits,” Lily said.

“Well, say no more until I have ice cream,” the decorator sat and ordered from one of the servers. She returned quickly with his bowl of ice cream and left them.

“All right, darlings, explain everything about this wine and ice cream bar?”

Lily raised a brow at Aaron.

He floundered.

Lily decided it was probably better if she took over. “The wine cave has a room that is meant to be a tasting room,” she said. “I haven’t been in it.” Her brow furrowed and she picked up the phone and sent a text. She set the phone down. “Sir Silverglade knows a lot about ice cream and the concept is to pair ice cream dishes with wine to attract tourists with something a little different? Sir Silverglade was telling me about how our cooler weather makes the wine taste different than if we had warmer weather.”

The decorator tilted his head. “Is it even possible to pair wine and ice cream without it ending badly?”

“Small cups! Small!” Lily widened her eyes.

The decorator grinned. “The whole point of a wine tour is to get gloriously drunk and buy lots of wine you don’t need.”

Lily sighed.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up, checked the messages and passed it to the decorator. “The tasting room.”

“Another very empty box,” the decorator sniffed. “How distressing.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “If you remember, the outside of the wine cave looks like the Parthenon or another long rectangular greek temple.”

“It’s based on the Valley of the Temples in Sicily,” Aaron said stiffly.

Lily gestured. See?

“Romantic get away for a Silverglade ancestor, I’m assuming. Sounds like a story,” the decorator smirked.

Aaron mumbled something and fiddled with his shirt sleeves.

“Continue please, a big empty room is a blank canvas, I want to hear more about your ideas.” The decorator passed the phone back to Lily.

Aaron cleared his throat. “Outside of France, many wineries maximize their profits by having different types of grapes and they grow these grapes in different areas of their property called cotes that has the best weather suited for them and we have to be very particular about soil salinity. Our Pinot Noir grapes are in the area of the winery that has the best weather due to their rather finicky and delicate nature. All of the vines at the Silverglade winery are different types of red grapes, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, Melbec, Merlot, Zinfandel, and Syrah.”

“Is there a reason for that?” The decorator asked. “I know that Riesling is a very popular wine to have with local foods. That is if anyone ever recommends a wine at all. But Riesling is a German white grape.”

Aaron shrugged. “I don’t know. Those are the varietals we have. We also have a Rose blended wine and a Red blend fortified wine in the style of Port for sale. We use the skin contact method to make the wine pink and take the skins out before the wine becomes deep red. It’s traditional.”

Lily bit the inside of her cheek. The Silverglades could be so stuffy.

“But the good thing about red wine is that it pairs well with our local fruits such as strawberries, blueberries, and lingonberries. You can even pair it with apples and cheese,” Aaron brightened. “For white wine, you pair it with things like peaches, orange, and melons. We don’t have those around Silverglade so, it’s all fortuitous you see.”

“Or Fruituitous,” Lily wrinkled her nose.

Aaron grimaced at the pun.

The decorator laughed. “I like you, darling,” he waved a spoon at her.

“So my ideas for ice cream feature the local produce and of course we want to use local cream products and import chocolate, everyone loves chocolate.” Aaron fiddled with his utensils. “I have a list of items. I just can’t narrow it down.”

“Why bother narrowing it down?” Lily furrowed her brow. “I think it is more important that they taste good and pair well with the wines at the winery.”

“Yes, you must have a taste test,” the decorator nodded emphatically.

“I think they go well.”

“We trust your judgement,” Lily said quickly. “Having a tasting will provide publicity for the ice cream bar and let you gauge feedback on what the people will like.”

The decorator nodded. “She’s right. Publicity is, well, queen, in this case.”

“I mean, as long as you aren’t doing anything to outre like rose or violet or lavender ice cream,” Lily said.

“We could,” Aaron murmured. “Rose and cardamom go together and you know how much mother loves cardamom. And cardamom and lingonberries go well with red wine. In some recipes you can substitute rose water for red wine.”

Lily felt the need to point out. “You denude Agnetha’s rose bushes she’ll come after you with her chainsaw no matter if you’re the son of the Baroness or not.”

The decorator burst into laughter.

Aaron pursed his lips. “Agnetha is scary. They’re old friends you know, her and my mother. Went to university together.”

“Oh good grief,” Lily groaned. “That explains so much.”

“And Lavender goes with rose wine,” Aaron added.

Lily sighed. “Yes, but they also scream snobby.”

The decorator snorted.

“Wine making is snobby,” Aaron retorted.

“Okay, make them a special at some point.” Lily waved her hand.

Aaron tried to retain what very little dignity he had. “Most of my ideas are things that people will like, vanilla and berries, chocolate and nuts, strawberry cheesecake, sea salt caramel, that sort of thing.”

“Those all sound delicious,” Lily said.

“And something with cardamom for my mother,” Aaron continued stiffly. He slumped again. “I don’t know what to call it or what I want things to look like.”

“This tasting room at least isn’t in a drafty old cellar, even if the walls look like it,” the decorator sniffed.

“Aren’t wine cellars rooms nobles actually have?” Lily tilted her head. “I mean, does the manor have one.”

“Yes, the manor has a wine cellar,” Aaron nodded. “Mother keeps all the special bottles there.”

“Then, why not call it the Wine Cellar and keep it simple, like the restaurant was simple. I mean, no one is going to care that it’s not really in a cellar. Or they shouldn’t.”

“Since the cellar of the wine cave is filled with kegs and kegs of aging wine,” Aaron murmured.

“If we call it the Wine Cellar people are going to expect grapes as décor,” the decorator sniffed.

“I don’t see why we can’t do a bit of that.”

“And too keep the walls rough.”

“Also doable,” Lily said. She raised a finger. “Wait, why not face them with marble slabs. That way they can look “rough” and be fancy at the same time.”

“We don’t want it to have the same exact look at the Silver Glade, but the two should say they belong in the same place, did you just say marble slabs,” the decorator raised a brow.

Lily shrugged. “It’s an idea.”

“It’s going to be cold.”

“It’s summer,” Lily reminded him.

Aaron ducked his head and smiled.

“Let me see what other ice cream parlors are doing,” the decorator picked up his phone. “You never know what you can use for ideas.”

He scrolled. “All right, modern and elegant but with old world flair. I’m seeing two that have ideas that could work. This ice cream parlor in Prague that turns into a bar during the evening, and this other one in Palma, Spain. I’m thinking more the floor and the fact they have the greenery on the ceiling.” He turned the phone around so Aaron could look at the pictures.

“I like the lamps in Prague, they remind me of the lamps Agnetha is putting in,” Aaron said.

Lily craned her head forward trying to see.

Aaron turned the phone around.

“Oh, the one in Prague is very clean. Both have the exposed lighting. But the walls in Prague remind me more of the walls in the restaurant, like they’re clean despite not having the French Paneling.”

“An ice cream parlor and wine bar doesn’t really need French Paneling.” The decorator sniffed. “And the humidity would ruin it.”

“Could we make chairs out of old barrels?” Lily asked.

“Why do you even need me?” The Decorator asked.

“Because you can tell us if our ideas are good or bad,” Lily smirked at him.

The decorator sighed. “That is the sort of old world kitsch that it probably does need. We can use the same type of lamps or similar as to the restaurant and the rest of the winery.”

“We have hanging flower baskets already and urns of flowers,” Lily pointed out.

The decorator looked at the pictures again. “I know this building looks two and a half stories high with the pitch of the roof. All the lighting will have to be brought in it looks like. Let’s give the walls a good polishing. I know a contractor. We’ll install a marble floor with several coats of protection. Everything will have to be hand built. Maybe we can use barrel staves on the front of the bar.”

“We may not be able to use ivy or roses, aren’t those sunny plants. Agnetha talks and talks,” Lily bit her lip. She set her spoon down, ice cream done. “I can’t remember all of it.”

“I was thinking that we could take a nod from Prague and do the logo in lights, whatever it ends up being.”

“We’ll get a marketing team on it,” Aaron said. “I know Anastasia has one for the restaurant. I’ll tack my requests onto hers.”

“Excellent plan,” the decorator smirked. “I’ll get some drawings for these barrel chairs and use the same roman style idea we’ve been using and that should take care of the ‘wine cellar’ vibe we’re going for.”

Lily nodded rapidly.

Aaron looked faint with relief. He sipped his coffee.

“And use Agnetha’s artist for lights,” the decorator sighed. “She has to be charging through the nose to get it done as quickly as she is.”

“Would you say no to Agnetha or Baroness Silverglade?” Lily said.

Aaron smiled again behind his mug.

“No, not at all,” the decorator admitted. “Hmm, doesn’t she have that arch thing near the Riding Arena.”

“Yep,” Lily said. She produced a picture.

“Yes, exactly, we’ll create something to set off the bar area from the lounging area with that type of theme, though you know, one story instead of whatever that is,” he rolled his eyes. “I know, because I’ve been to France, that the top of that arch has square tile motifs. We can use grapes there, probably in a circle with roses in the corners. Then horses on each side of the arch on the walls.”

Lily nodded rapidly.

“That way we won’t have to change the base of the lamps that she already has a mold for and we won’t get bitched at.”

Lily giggled.

“And we can wrap them in something that likes to climb and is shade loving to help bring in more greenery. There, I think I have a plan. Hanging globe lights from the ceiling with more hanging plants. Put shade loving plants in the urns.” The decorator clapped their hands together. They finished their ice cream. “I’ll go get on making a picture for you to approve.” He stood up. “Excellent meeting you again, Ms. Lily. I’ll be in touch, Sir Silverglade.” He smiled and sauntered off shoes clicking on the tiles.

Lily stared at Aaron.

Aaron sipped his coffee. “He seems very good at his job.”

Lily bit her lip.

“Thank you, for, for all this, you do know just what to say.”

“Sir Aaron, we want this to succeed just as much as you do and, well, ice cream.” Lily widened her eyes. “Now, don’t forget to put up a JarlList to get some employees.”

“Of course, and I am going to call Anastasia and tell her I liked that outfit Franzeska came up with that had the blouse with the contrasting collar and cuffs. It was very professional looking.”

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it,” Lily breathed. She got up. She wanted no part of the fight over what place was going to have what outfit. She retreated across the street and grabbed the trolley as it headed by to take her to the bus station.

At least, the crisis seemed to be averted.

Lily debated on the way back to Fort Pinta if she should pop her head in and tell Baroness Silverglade to remind her children she loved them a bit more often.

Lily shuddered.

No, probably not a good idea.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

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Market Sizing. All you need to know.

Some might argue that market size has to be the first thing that you should get your arms around. The rationale behind this statement is that it’s fairly easy to dig up this information as it is almost always available for public access and all you need is google it or use databases. If the market seems too small, do not linger to drop an idea outright especially if you are after VC’s money as market will definitely be one of the most critical points they might be drilling you on.

There are multiple viewpoints on how to think about the market. YC (Y Combinator) in its lectures determined that for the idea to be venture fundable the market should grow at least 10-20% annually and have at least 1 mil potential users. It might not be the case though if you are sweating on B2B (business to business) idea. Alex Jarvis (expert in a startup world) in turn articulated in his blog:

 “For grand plans, the market needs to be a billion minimum.” 

Indeed, they are pretty much aligned in their thoughts. They just put it in a different way.Assume you are going to operate on $10 mil market and capture even 50% of it, you’ll still get very low and probably not enticing number for VCs to bother. In Alex’s words:

“Your market size sets a ceiling for your business idea.”

VC’s PERSPECTIVE

However, none of this is helpful unless you understand the perspective of the venture funds. Hands down the best explanation I've seen so far was in Alex's blog. I’ll summarize it briefly here for the story to roll out smoothly but if you are interested in the subject, I strongly encourage you to hit the link and read the whole thing.

VC usually get excited when it sees that the value which it can return is somewhat commensurate to the total size of the fund (i.e. 1Bn fund will be looking for the companies that might potentially grow up to 1Bn in value). Considering they usually secure 20% equity for their investment and return 10x invested capital, you should expect that they would want your startup to grow 50 (10x / 0.2) times the capital raised.

I’ll throw in a simple example to help you get your arms around the seemingly intricate logic. Let’s say the fund’s size is $100 mil (average) and fund's investment totalled $10 mil after several rounds. VC will be looking to return $100 mil and expect your company to grow up to at least $500 mil in value (10 mil x 50). If you are in SaaS business, it will be an equivalent of around $50 mil in ARR (annual recurring revenue) as value of such company will approximate 10 revenues. Make up some numbers and take a crack at it yourself.

MARKET DYNAMICS

You might argue that the market that you are seems small as of now, but what if it has a positive TREND? Does it matter how the market might look like in 5 years or so? Or how is it changing? More so, one might say, what if the market is big (more than $1Bn), but it does not demonstrate any growth in the day and age; that could be for unsurmountable barriers or lack of interest to enter (low margins per se). Does it still look good for a potential investor?

Ripple Ventures suggests that founders think of the trends as the only ally to help investors to get over the seemingly small market. And trend might mean either the market will sky-rocket in the upcoming 5 years or your startup will capture most of it. For instance, take ride-hailing services. Before this innovative solution paved its way to the market, demand for taxis was much lower due to both higher prices and the tedious process of arranging one. After Uber, Lyft and other companies started the ball rolling and disrupted the market, brought demand to a different level. You might be curious how did those companies helped investors to envision these coming? This appears to be a big challenge. At an early stage, investors are predominantly gravitating towards the projects that are demonstrating, how YC would call it, “founder’s magic” meaning that theirs is something special around the people on a team.

However, when it comes to trends another thing blows up at our faces and this thing is TIMING. One might ask, how timing is different from the trend? The answer is that timing should be deemed as a specific spot on the trend line. You want to get to the market at the right time when it will yield you the best slope so that not everyone yet realized that the curve is getting steeper and at the same time you won’t have to educate your customers in case you’ll start raiding the wave too early.When pitching the market make sure that besides the magnitude, trends and timing you demonstrate and understanding of:

o  Your customers / users and who are they;o  The status quo and how much it costs for the current users;o  How much the problem costs to your potential customers and if it’s a vitamin or painkiller problem type;o  Your customer’s budget and indicate if it’s going to change;o  The buying process.

This all factors are illustrative of how good are the conditions of the market to enter right now and what edge you might potentially have on it.

MAKE SURE YOU ARE ESTIMATING YOUR MARKET

Compelling pitch deck starts with a market. Bad one with the wrong market. The most frequent mistake founders make is estimating any other market but the one they will actually be part of. It is crucial to have a thorough understanding of YOUR market. Many startups have a delusional idea about what market they will be playing at and thus demonstrate to investors their incompetence, enticing them to say “No” without hesitation. One silly example of estimating a wrong market. Assume you’re planning on opening a grocery store and in a pitch deck you indicated whole grocery retail market. Although it might look compelling at a first glance, 70% of it is being occupied by national retail chains and to claim another 30% you’ll most likely have to build another chain. Building a retail chain is however a different exercise and has nothing to do with opening a small grocery store in your neighbourhood and will demand other competence and skills. Another example. Imagine you decided to open a small farm to grow produce in your barn and one small nearby store decided to buy a small amount to test if their customers would like it. They located it beside other produce on the shelf and put a sticker “Super Eco Produce” You were so excited with first sales so that you rushed to your laptop and updated the market slide with the chart of wholesale produce market in Canada. Hold on for moment… Did you start to squeeze out current players on this market? Are you actually competing with all other suppliers of produce? I don’t think so.Remember! The size of the market that you target is in fact the size of the largest competitor who you want to force out of it. In this case be open minded, don’t deem of your competitors as only direct who produce adjacent product or render similar services. Every new product (iPhone) will gratify all the same demand (smartphones) squeezing out feature phones from the market. You may also think of your competitor as a “status quo” in case you are the pioneer. Think how people are currently solving the problem and you might run into your market eventually. Always remember, if you do not force anyone out, you most likely don’t have a target market. Non-existent target market has no size to it. In fact, you can talk about the target market only after your first sales. However, NOT any sales! But the ones that would trespass the territory of some other player that is already operating on this market. All the rest are your fantasies and imagination!Another thing to figure out is if you’ll be part of already established market or you are planning on creating a new one. The former is fairly easy to define, and you only have to research online for some yet available reports. The latter in turn is not that obvious and you better try to figure out the best alternative for your solution – what is the status quo (current way of doing things) and how much people are paying for it?

HOW TO ESTIMATE

When it comes to estimating the market, I oftentimes run into the following buzz words: TAM (total addressable market), SAM (serviceable addressable market), SOM (serviceable obtainable market).

o  TAM - total market demand for a product or service

o  SAM - the segment of the TAM targeted by your products and services which is within your geographical reach

o  SOM - the portion of SAM that you can capture

At a first glance it’s a fairly simple but at the same time convoluted approach, as no one knows for sure how to define TAM and SAM. And believe me, the last thing investors want is for you to bog down in confusing explanations and make them strain their brains. Especially if you could have avoided this. Try to not annoy crap out of them with such minor things.I’d recommend that you provide straight forward names for whatever you estimated instead and not get into the weeds of the concept. Leave all these notions to academic world. However, to help you familiarize yourself with a concept and wrap your head around the idea I’ll bring a fairly dumb and simple example. Imagine you’re launching new smartphone in Canada with a plan to expand to US. You can easily google global market. That will be your TAM. Then, you’d want to look up for North American market to account for geography and hence estimate SAM. The last step will be to estimate the chunk of the pie that you can potentially eat away from your competitors. The tricky part I alluded to before is what should be defined as SAM here. Is it a Canadian market or North American? From where I stand you can throw in whatever one you deem is more relevant and compelling. The bottom line here is as following. Do not let your audience strain their brains to much over this irrelevant jargon.For what it’s worth, investors tend to take these calculations with a grain of salt as most of the founders are unable to explain how exactly they arrived to the market share number (SOM) that they threw on the slide. As you may imagine from founder’s perspective it should be taken for granted and thus is very rarely well-thought through. However, with clear go-to-market strategy and well-articulated thesis as to why founder thinks he or she can capture a particular portion of the market, investor’s concerns might dissipate. I’ve never ever encounter one in my life though. If you have, would be grateful for sharing one with me.Unfortunately, there is no way to escape throwing in a bunch of assumptions when going throw the calculations and everyone is well aware of this in startup world. However, you’ll be held accountable for most of them, so be prepared with your rationale.In fact, there are only two approaches (that I’m aware of) to get a grasp of your market:o  Top-downo  Bottoms-upLet’s go over each of them in more details.

Top down

Your initial steps here will be to:1)  Figure out you TAM by looking up the number in yet available researches2)  Dissect it to what’s relevant for your projectI’ll steal an example from Ripple X Fellowship materials, since I believe it is both simple and illustrative and hence why would I bust my ass…Let’s say you’re building a tomato delivery business in the United States.

The Bureau of Labor Statistics publishes an annual Consumer Expenditure Survey (CES) which tells us that the average household spends $751 on fruits and vegetables every year, for a total of $94.4B spend every year in the US.

About 30% of the population (according to the CES) lives in large cities so we’ll assume only 30% of those sales can be served. That reduces our estimate to $28.3B.

Also, not all of the fruits and vegetables that are purchased are tomatoes! According to the USDA, only 5% are tomatoes (which are legally classified as a vegetable in the US). That reduces our estimate to $1.4B.

Of course, not everyone will order their tomatoes on demand! Supermarkets will always have some market share, so we will assume that 20% of households would order their tomatoes on demand if offered. This brings us to $140M.

Finally, our business model assumes consumers will buy more tomatoes when they are delivered straight to your door! Our expectation is to grow tomato consumption by 10%. This increases our estimate to $154M.

Bottoms-up

This approach is different as you have to pid down potential number of users and only after to work your way up.

Start with the number of end-users that will want your product.

Figure out how often they will want your product (monthly SaaS fee, or they will buy something from you two times a week).

Take your pricing structure and find the product of all the variables above.

I’ll steal yet another example from Ripple X Fellowship program materials, which are by the way publicly accessible, to illustrate how this approach would look like in already familiar aforementioned context.

How many consumers can we reach? Based on the effectiveness of commercials, billboards and other channels our head of marketing thinks we can reach about 35,000 households in our hometown of Oakland, CA.

Let’s say the price of tomatoes which are around $1 for a large tomato in the area. Local customer survey tells us that consumers buy 3 tomatoes when they go to the market once a week. That means the average consumer would buy $150 of tomatoes per year. That brings our estimate to $5.3M.

Finally, we will assume that we can expand into the top 30 cities based on our operating plan and available capital. That gives us an audience of 1.1M households or a total of $156M.

Remember one thing, you can either eat at already established market or solve for some inefficiencies of and challenge the status quo solution. To estimate the former, you can feel free to use both top-down and bottoms-up approach. However, to illustrate the latter, you can use only bottoms-up as there is no established market as we got used to think of it. Your market will rather represent the amount of costs that all your potential customers/users are incurring as of now sticking to the status quo solution.

CONCLUSION

Sure thing, you need to know your market but do not linger! Look up yet available researchers and databases (Statista, IBIS, etc.). It should be fairly simple, though sometimes tedious. I bet somebody have already done all heavy lifting for you. You just have to figure out where to find it. After you found it, start with bottoms-up analysis. Think of it along the following lines. There’s probably 100K people that might buy this. At $10 a month that’s $1.2 mil in ARR at 10% market share. That will leave you with max exit value of $12 mil (10x revenue). To figure if it’s a good or bad number, scroll up to look at it from investor’s perspective. Most certainly if you hope to trigger investors interest towards your idea, you’d probably want to demonstrate that there is a certain trend working its way up that will make the market grow 20-fold in five years or so and how you’re tapping into it. Don’t forget to locate a spot on a trend’s curve (where the industry is right now) to illustrate that the timing is the best to start working on this idea at this very moment. Remember!!! You want to show that you’re in a perfect storm (Ripple Venture’s term). When using top-down approach try to be as specific as possible with the numbers you pick. At the same time don’t think just 1% of the market. As big VCs would say, um, why not 30%? It’s ok to think expansively when evaluating your idea, you just need to have a thesis as to why you think you can own the market.

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Two Ghosts Ch. 6 | Brittana

 So things will start to pick up from here, brace yourselves. Enjoy!

Coaching a high school cheerleading team ends up being way harder than Santana thought. Most of the squad is pretty disciplined, as disciplined as a bunch of teenagers can be, but there is one that sticks out from the crowd. In fact, she kind of feels sorry for all the teachers and coaches that had to deal with her when she was younger but Santana would’ve been a breeze compared to Alexandra Carpenter.

At their first encounter on the day of the first practice, Santana nearly put Alexandra, or Alex as she not-so-politely corrected her, in a head lock but Quinn and Brittany were too quick to hold her back. The attitude, the sass, the snark all remind Santana of her younger, more rebellious self. What makes it even worse is that Alex is probably the most talented gymnast she’s ever seen. Everything she does is effortless and executed with precision and Santana kind of hates her for it because Alex really does have the talent to back up that huge ego of hers.

In addition to dealing with Satan’s spawn, there’s also Brittany. Santana’s struggling so hard to be normal around her which worked for a week but being civil is a hard concept for her to grasp when she finds Sam waiting around for Brittany after practices. She doesn’t want to call it jealousy, but rather a combination of annoyance and aggravation because seriously? Sam Evans?

Her thoughts go on a joyride and she can’t fight the hurt that creeps back just knowing that she could be so easily replaced. She never thought of herself as the greatest girlfriend in the world, that title was Brittany’s, but she didn’t think she sucked so much that Sam was a better option. Sometimes she’s able to remind herself about the money though and how she only has to get through the school year and that eases her mind just a little, but sometimes her thoughts get the better of her. Each day the balance tips a little more to either side and it gets increasingly harder for her to control her emotions.

However, no matter how well she tries to keep her cool, Santana is only human and she has limits. So when Alex calls her a tired old hag on their fifth practice, which caused Snixx to make an appearance, Santana inevitably, lands herself in the Principal’s office.

           “I am very disappointed to have to call you into my office like this, Ms. Lopez.” Principal Figgins says with his arms crossed over his chest as he frowns at Santana with Quinn and Brittany flanking her, “You cannot threaten a student; I shouldn’t have to be having this conversation with you. Do you know how upset the Carpenters are?”

           “Whatever, that little demon started it.” Santana tries but Figgins shakes his head.

           “I don’t care! You are a coach, you’re meant to uplift the children.” Figgins argues, “Set the example! Be a role model. Not threaten them with-“ He looks to his secretary, “What were the words?”

           “Razorblades hidden in her hair.” She answers with a scowl in Santana’s direction and Figgins snaps his fingers and slams his hand on the desk.

           “Yes, that! Do we need to call TSA in here to inspect?” He asks, waving his hand at Santana’s pony tail.

           “She’s not boarding a plane.” Quinn cuts in, “That’s not necessary. There’s nothing even in there. Besides, Alex was way out of line disrespecting a coach like she did.”

           Santana tries to maintain her composure even though she feels so small as they begin to argue around her. It weirdly takes her back to when her parents would fight when they thought she was asleep and it makes her chest ache. She tries to bite her tongue to prevent herself from digging a deeper hole, but it really isn’t fair. The kid is the antichrist!

           “A threat is a threat and it will be treated as such.” Figgins replies and turns his glare back on Santana, “I take my students’ wellbeing very seriously. You know the Carpenters are requesting that I suspend you? This puts me in a very difficult position, Ms. Lopez-”

           “I swear if you tell me your hands are tied-“ Santana grumbles but Quinn elbows her and gives her the shut up look. Santana swallows the rest of that sentence and starts again, “I’m sorry but saying you care about your students’ wellbeing is a load of bull! If you cared so much about these kids, you wouldn’t have been letting Alex breeze by undisciplined all this time just because she’s kind of smart and can do some cartwheels or whatever.”

“She is a national champion!” Figgins clarifies but Santana just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, so am I. All three of us are but what does that matter?” Santana argues, “What do you think will happen when she gets out in the real world and finds out people don’t turn a blind eye in real life? That will fall back on you and this place. You’re meant to be preparing her for the real world and you’re not so excuse me for trying to pick up your slack.”

           Figgins sighs at a loss for words.

           “I am not an educator, I’m just here because Sue is, was, apparently loaded and you didn’t bother hiring anyone else and she must have some dirt on you because how is this even legal for us to be here? I don’t have any experience in teaching and I don’t know how to deal with these brats, so yes, I will slip up sometimes. I agree with you that I may have handled some things wrong, but cut me some damn slack. I’m trying my hardest here.” Santana says and quickly stands, “If that’s not good enough then I’m out.”

           She’s just about to turn and leave when Brittany reaches out and grabs her wrist. Santana looks down at pale fingers wrapped around her, the touch burning her skin, and then looks at Brittany in confusion.

           “What are you doing?” Santana questions quietly but Brittany just gives her this pleading look before letting go to face Figgins.

“Santana doesn’t mean that.” Brittany says and that surprises Santana because what does she know? Santana looks at her with furrowed brows but Brittany only stands as she continues, “The kids like her. She’s good for them. I can tell she cares about them because giving tough love is how she shows that and these kids need someone to care about them.”

All Santana can do is blink as Brittany speaks to Figgins.

“You call threats tough love?” Figgins questions but Brittany just shrugs.

“Sue used to say way worse things than Santana and she had been teaching for like 100 years without any repercussions so it’s a bit hypocritical for you to come down this hard on someone who has literally been winging it this whole time.”

Santana’s shocked but she can’t understand why Brittany would stand up for her, she barely says a word to her unless it pertains to the squad but now all of a sudden she’s willing to defend her?

“You don’t need to do this.” Santana says to Brittany but it goes unnoticed.

“Brittany’s right.” Quinn adds and stands as well, her hands moving to rest at her hips, “You need us and if one goes, we all do. Good luck finding a replacement at this time of year.”

Figgins lets out a deep sign, “Fine, stay. But if I hear one more complaint, that’s it! I don’t care if Sue’s spirit haunts me until the end of my days, the deal is off and your services won’t be required any longer.”

“This won’t happen again,” Quinn nods, “I assure you.”

With that, the three leave the office. Santana’s fuming still and a little confused as to why Brittany of all people came to her defense. Quinn and Brittany decide to let her cool off on her own and head back to the field to clean up.

Santana makes her way to her car for a little privacy and protection from all of Brittany’s stares. She racks her brain for a reason why she’d stick up for her when they’re not exactly friends. Things aren’t how they used to be and she doesn’t need her fighting her battles.

A little while later, Santana spots Quinn and Brittany coming off the field with their duffle bags. She feels a little bad that she didn’t help clean up, but then she sees Sam exit his car and wave to Brittany and suddenly the balance she’s been trying to keep steady finally tips. Santana watches as he jogs up to her and offers to take her bag and Santana feels the need to gag. She quickly looks away and goes to start her car, in hopes she can speed off and not have to suffer seeing anymore, but of course the engine doesn’t turn over.

She slams her palms on the steering wheel and yells, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Now she really feels like she’s about to burst into tears at any minute and she squeezes her eyes shut tight thinking it’ll make the feeling go away as she twists the keys one more time.

But the car refuses to start again.

“That is it! I’m done with you,” Santana beats her fist against the wheel, “I’m gonna sell you so fast. You just wait!”

In a fury, she gets out of the car and slams the door behind her before lifting the hood. Again, she has no idea what she’s doing and she thinks how she’s reached a new low and her day couldn’t get any worse.

But again, she’s spoke too soon as she hears footsteps near.

She peeks over the edge of the hood hoping it’s Quinn or Figgins or even Alex. Just anyone else other than who she’s pretty sure it is walking over.

Sadly, she’s right and as her eyes land on Brittany looking concerned as ever with Sam closely behind she knows she’s finally hit rock bottom.

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Glimpsing Happiness

Co-written with @hufflepuffmarlenemckinnon

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Chapter 14

Some people might have found it hard to believe that Sirius Black had ever been personally acquainted with the concept of human emotion. It was by design, really. He'd protected himself by a front of carelessness and rebellion. It worked. He was safe behind his mask. But that didn't mean it was who he really wanted to be.

The gift of clarity about who he really wanted to be came packaged in a frankly atrocious giftwrap of war and blindness. But he knew, he wanted to be the person who everyone important seemed to believe he already was. It was a strangely freeing realization to have as Marlene clung to him sobbing after committing an act of valor that Sirius would probably still be in awe of if he lived to be 100. If he could be the man Marlene went to for comfort, the brother who James had come back to alive, and the cousin who Andromeda burst into a quarantine ward for, but for another 76 years or so, he would have succeeded in everything he ever really wanted.

He turned his head slightly towards the little spitfire in his arms. He'd never thought he'd kiss the top of a war hero's head, but he lucked into the opportunity. He felt an errant curl that must have escaped from her veil, tickle his nose. He hadn't known that he was capable of loving someone so completely. He must've lucked into that as well. The smile that took hold on his face felt poorly timed but he couldn't stop thinking about how damned lucky he was. He didn't even care if he never regained his sight. He'd still be lucky to be the blind wanker who got to love Marlene McKinnon.

"Marlene… I've never seen anything like what you did. I mean… I still haven't, but…" He smirked at his own joke.

"Really? A blindness pun? Now?" He could hear the beginnings of a smile. How was it possible to know someone is radiantly beautiful without the benefit of sight? He didn't even understand it himself but he knew.

"You know me well enough by now to know there is no bad time for a blindness pun. And I know you well enough to know that you're bloody incredible. I don't think I have the words for this…" He pulled her closer, that seemed to be all he could do. He wanted desperately to put his lips to hers. To show her how impressed he really was, how he really felt about her, but he knew she wouldn't thank him for making more of a spectacle than they already were as he held her on his cot.

"So, you're so impressed that you just had to make a pun?" Ah, she was laughing now. That was good; she needed more laughter, specifically laughter caused by his awfully good puns.

"I guess that's one way to interpret that. Yes. I hope you like puns because I'm never going to stop being impressed with you."

It occurred to Sirius, that not since the Napoleonic Wars had there been a Frenchman on British soil as unwelcome as the five present in the room at that moment. He sighed in resignation. Someday he'd get the opportunity to kiss the skin on her neck and run his hands over her soft curves and…

"It's not their fault, Sirius." She sighed and pulled her head from his shoulder. "Besides, it's time for me to go back to work."

"Was I thinking that loudly?"

"Yes." She ran a hand along his very scruffy face. He hoped she wasn't terribly fond of his beard; they'd make him shave it off once he could see. "Subtlety is not your strong suit, Captain Black."

She was right. He was very conspicuously arse over elbow in love. But there were worse things to be. It was nearly painful to feel her pull away from him.

"I'll miss you." tumbled out of his mouth before he could think the comment through. But it was true, and she may as well hear him say it.

"Not like I'll miss you." There was a sadness to her voice. He wasn't sure what it meant or if she was just exhausted to the bone. She squeezed his hand one last time and then she was gone.

The day still felt like half a dream. He hadn't been paying close mind to who came and went since Marlene had left. So he was somewhat taken aback when a small childish voice called out for his attention.

"Cousin Sirius! Mummy says you look like a vagrant. But I think you look rather happier than a vagrant."

"Thank you for that, Cousin Dora." Sirius laughed as the little girl threw herself across him in a rather dramatic hug. "Did you bring your mummy with you or wander up here by yourself?"

"Well I must say it's easier getting in now. They may have tried to offer me a job? I couldn't quite make out what the man was saying. He was excessively Northern, you know. He may have been asking for gardening advice? It's hard to say. Anyhow, he seemed glad that I was here." He heard Andromeda take a seat in the chair near his cot. He wondered if that chair was more comfortable than the one in the last room he was in. Not that Marlene bothered to sit in this new chair when she came to see him.

"I'm glad you're here too, Dromsy. But who on earth would look at you and ask for gardening advice?"

"I could garden if I wanted." Sirius could perfectly picture Droms pulling herself erect and her looking down his nose at him. He loved making her do that. "I've walked in many a garden in my day. The gardens here are lovely, actually. Do you fancy a walk in them?"

"If you lead me round like a seeing eye dog that sounds brilliant." He envied the patients that could walk about the gardens. The night nurse had had a moment to walk him around the hospital once because most of the patients were asleep, but Marlene was still running faster than a road runner, and it wasn't really worth walking around without her.

"I can be a seeing eye dog Cousin Sirius!" Dora's chirpy little voice, and her enthusiasm about a rather unglamorous sounding task, amused Sirius greatly. She was a good kid. When he stood up he felt her tiny hand take hold of his and start pulling. He followed his seeing-eye cousin happily, and heard the click of Andromeda's beside him.

He was immediately struck by the change in air quality when they made their way out of the doors. Five weeks had been enough for him to become almost used to the smell. The French certainly didn't help matters in that department.

The area where his cousin lead him smelled intensely refreshing. It was also very bright out here and he could… see that? Huh. He could see that.

He'd been able to tell light from dark for a decent stretch of time but this seemed different. It wasn't really like seeing, but there were different colors? Holy shite he could see colors!

"Droms! I can see colors!" He spun to where he thought she was, pulling poor Dora with him.

"What's that now?"

"Colors! I can see that there's grass! And sky! And you're a lovely brownish amorphous blob."

He was practically jumping out of his skin with excitement. He was still unable to see the shape of his own hand in front of his face but this was a massive improvement.

"What color am I Cousin Sirius?" Dora pulled on his hand.

"A beautiful little blob of brown!"

He ruffled little Dora's hair and then threw his arms around Dromsy's shoulders. She wasn't much of a hugger. The family's enforcement of stoicism had stuck to her more than it managed with him. But he liked to think she was at least smiling while she stood rigidly and let herself be hugged.

"I'm glad for you Coz, and I love you, but you just called me an amorphous blob and now you're squeezing me. Please stop?"

He let her loose from his embrace and chuckled. She was exactly what happened when someone is exactly the person they were taught to be, except that they're kind and loving on top of that. She was a proper lady through and through but it hadn't stopped her from marrying Dora's commoner father. He wondered what Ted thought of Dromsy's investment in the importance of fork placement.

That made him think of another matter.

"Droms do you have Grandmother Irma's jewelry? Uncle Alfie kept it. I hadn't thought of it until now, but I do hope my mother didn't get her hands on it."

"You have sudden interest in wearing our late gran's brooches, Baby Coz?"

He could hear her eyebrows rising. It was there in her voice. She had a suspicion, and it wasn't that he'd taken to wearing ladies jewelry. Sirius answered back without missing a beat.

"No, I was thinking of the tiara."

Dora's giggle came exactly on cue. "You'll be positively lovely Cousin Sirius."

"Thank you, Dora. You're such a kind seeing eye dog."

"To answer your question," she cleared her throat, "I don't have it myself but I can make some inquiries if you'd like."

"Thank you Dromsy. You're a gem."

"Yes yes, I know. I'm like the big one in the center of grandmother's tiara."

Was it possible to hear an eye roll? Andromeda Tonks either had a very loud face, or her face was the easiest to hear because he'd grown up with her eyerolls and her smiles that she thought she was hiding.

"You're the one at the center of the queen mums. Honking huge diamond that you can pry from her cold dead hands. That's you to me." He inflicted his cousin with another tight hug and knew that the sigh he heard was hiding a smile.