#this is ollie's screen grab not mine

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Since you write for Jacek, I asked for a ff in which the reader is Oliver's sister who is studying engineering. And one day, Oliver takes the reader to the paddock to meet with the engineers so that she can talk to them about a project for school, and there she accidentally bumps into Jack and they become friends right away. Continue to write as you want, but I want it to be friends to lovers in the vibe

If you do that, I love you ❤️

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Despite a slight age gap and some differences, you and Ollie were a great duo. One’s always proud of the other. Every weekend Ollie was mentioning his genius sister whereas you were constantly bragging about your brother's achievements to your uni friends. 

So when the time came to start writing your thesis everyone could sense your slight uncertainty. Your brother being the first one to notice. And that's how you end up, following him around the track, this time not only to watch him race but also take a closer look at the car. 

"Trust me, they'll love talking about your thesis," Ollie said, walking through the paddock slightly ahead of you. The black sunglasses shielded his eyes from the unusual sun above the Silverstone track. You felt a mix of excitement as well as nervousness. The thought of showing your ideas to professionals haunted your mind, different scenarios popping up in your head as you watched your feet. 

Suddenly you bumped into something, or rather someone. "Woah!" A voice exclaimed as strong hands grabbed your arms to steady you. You blinked, looking up into a pair of striking blue eyes. A literal prince charming was standing right in front of you. "Sorry about that," you mumbled, stepping back. "Don't worry about it," Jack chuckled. "I should've been paying more attention too." His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he glanced at Oliver. "Hey, Bearman, long time no see. How are you feeling with the new car?”. 

"Yeah, good to see you, mate! The car’s good." Oliver clapped him on the back. "This is my sister, by the way. She's studying engineering, working on a pretty cool thesis. I figured I’d bring her along to meet the team”. I smiled as Jack’s eyes darted back to mine. He raised his eyebrows “So this is the sister you can’t shut up about. Engineering? That’s impressive”. 

Over the course of the next few races you and Jack became closer and closer. He was always next to you when your brother was busy. He would bring you coffee and listen to you rambling about your struggles with the thesis. He would always try to help even though he didn’t understand a word you were saying.

“I don’t think it makes sense. I feel like I have been rewriting the same thing over and over for the last two pages” you said. You put your head in your hands as you stared at the screen in front of you. Jack raised his eyes at you. “What do you mean?”. He moved his chair closer to you so he could see what you were talking about. 

Your bodies were close to each other but weren’t touching, yet. 

Jack leaned in, his shoulder just inches from yours, and scanned the screen. His brow furrowed as he took in your work, reading the lines over carefully. "Maybe you’ve been looking at it for too long - sometimes it helps to get a fresh set of eyes." he said, his voice calm and steady.

You sighed “It just doesn’t feel right”, feeling the weight of weeks of frustration bearing down on you. Your hand hit the backspace key and started deleting every word you had written in the past hour and half. “Hey, don’t do that,” he said, gently holding your wrist to stop you. “You’re so close to finishing. Don’t let this one part make you doubt the whole thing”. 

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. His hand lingered on your wrist a moment longer, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin, sending a reassuring warmth through you. “You just need a break. It’s late, you have been staring at this for long”.

“Maybe you’re right,” you whispered. He stood up, offering his hand to help you up “Let’s call it a night and go grab dinner”.

It was exactly what you needed.

The conversation was light, with Jack making you laugh over stories from the track, all the while reassuring you without even having to say it out loud. 

You were sitting next to each other at a diner near a track. There was a pause, nothing uncomfortable, just a moment for you two to think.

“Thank you, Jack… for everything, really. I think I would go insane without you” you chuckled but you meant it. Jack looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I don’t think you give yourself enough credit," he replied, his voice low, almost as if he was sharing a secret. "But I’ll admit, I’m glad to be here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”.

A silence settled between you again, but this time, it felt different. You felt his knee brush against yours under the table, a casual touch that was a sign of something shifting between you. 

He seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his cup. "You know," he started, his eyes meeting yours. “Being with you helped me a lot also. I was really stressed about joining F1 but you always make me look at the positive things. You’re different, you know? I can be myself with you”. His gaze shifted to his lap. His hair fell acting almost like a curtain covering his blushed face. 

You watched him, your heart pounding as he looked down. "Jack," you said softly, reaching out to gently lift a strand of hair from his face, letting your hand linger by his cheek. "I… I feel the same way. Somehow, being around you just makes things… make sense” you giggled nervously. 

A soft smile tugged at his lips, and he reached up to hold your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. "So we’re on the same page, then?" he asked, a hint of his usual playful tone slipping through, though his eyes held a seriousness that made your heart skip.

You nodded, smiling back, feeling the relief and excitement of finally sharing what had been unspoken for so long. "Yeah, I think we are”. 

Jack’s face lit up, and he gave a quiet laugh, almost as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. His fingers tightened around yours. "Good," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "Because I don’t think I could’ve kept this to myself much longer”. 

October 27, 2024

[r0-boat]

Baby Its cold outside 

Chrismas fic!

Sterling x Gn!Reader 

Nsfw 

You snuggled closer to Oliver, his arm wrapped around you; the weather was getting colder and colder while the two of you enjoyed a warm cozy blanket together. You drank a nice hot cup of hot chocolate while Oliver is not having school in a few days indulging in some alcohol. Your eyes were glued to the screen, invested in the movie, while Oliver's attention was more on you. Jade eyes occasionally steal glances over at you. His hand occasionally rubs your shoulder or pulls you closer, wondering if you'll pick up his hints. Only to pout slightly when you get up from your spot.

You let out a yawn stretching your smile, feeling arms wrapping around your waist, lips against the back of your neck.

"Ollie, I think it might be time for me to go."

"But, you just got here…."

He pouts.

It is not often that he makes his longing for more of you known. Tonight, however, seemed to be different. Oliver seemed more touchy and flirty. You aren't sure if that's because of the alcohol or if he hasn't seen you in a while.

"Stay with me tonight. I would hate for you to freeze out there."

True… it was getting colder, the temperature was dropping by each hour, and the snow was falling. You were trying to get home sooner before the roads got too icy.

yet here he was your normally respectful and proper straight-laced boyfriend asking you to stay the night.

A smirk appears on your face remembering the times his cheeks dusted pink When you mentioned staying the night at his house. How Oliver's heart would race when you lay your head against his chest as the two of you snuggled in bed together.

Now you can feel his hand slowly dipping into your pants. Oliver, with his fingers gently touching your chin, turns your head to him; you can smell the faint smell of alcohol on his breath as a pepper's kisses on your lips.

" I really can't stay," you murmur, turning your body to wrap your arms around him.

" but it's so nice and cozy in your arms."

He hums, tracing his fingers on your thighs. Pools of green staring into yours, sweet pecs turning into proper kisses, your lips dancing with his.

hands grabbing your hips, grinding himself against you guiding you back until you felt your back hit the wall.

" Stay with me dear, please?" he begs giving you the puppy dog eyes you couldn't possibly say no.

He moves from your lips to your neck peppering more kisses, occasionally nipping and licking.

making sure to mark your sensitive skin.

you've never seen him like this before taking control of being so demanding for all of your attention.

He had an entire night to make you his, yet he still rushed to get your clothes off.

His cock missed being inside of you and making you feel so good.

Time with you was oh so rare. Hungered for more every time you would leave his side.

Sterling hastily took his precious glasses off, throwing them forgotten onto the floor before going to your collarbone. Growing, as he became rougher with you, licking and nipping, turning into biting and sucking.

Fingernails gripping into your thighs as he lifts you up completely using his other hand to hastily unbutton his belt and slide off his pants.

"m-fuck! Mine."

He traps you between the wall and his body, his hard, leaking cock against your crotch. He rests his head in between your shoulder, breath growing rugged as he continues to grind against you.

He doesn't enter you; instead addicted to the delicious friction he is receiving from rubbing his hot cock against your sex. Tasting your sweet skin while your fingers gently run through his light brown hair.

With one thing on his mind to be as close to you as possible, wanting to feel his hot naked body against yours.

Why would you go out in the cold snow when he keeps you so warm?

Feeling your soaked underwear and your heat underneath against his twitching shaft, addicted to the way the wet cloth clings and feels against his cock.

Sterling pretty much engulfs himself in your scent, hot breaths against your neck as he rolls his hips harder against you, his bucks getting harder and harder as he tries to stay in rhythm.

He was getting close.

But Olivee wanted more. So much more.

He slid his boxers down, letting out a sigh of relief as a cock twitched free. Red and throbbing. Do you see how much he pines for you? Do you see what you do to him?

Pools of green blown wide, practically drooling for you as he paws at your underwear, sliding them off you just enough for his cock to directly touch your hot sex.

Skin-to-skin contact sensitive shaft feeling the radiating heat of your core. Your juices drip down his balls as you coat him. cock throbbing against you his tightening balls rubbing against your sex.

Delicious.

Your fingernails rake his back feeling his teeth sink harshly into your neck, his eyes rolling back into his head while he paints your stomach and his head in cum.

Your bodies were drenched in sweat, still against one another; breathing heavily, the cold no longer bothered you anymore.

Sterling didn't say another word, only smiled, kissing you on the cheek.

[mslizsteele-stories]

Vodka

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"Fuck!" The woman screamed, rolling her eyes back and aching her naked body towards mine while I thrust and roll my hips against hers. 

The bed was creaking.

The smell of sex and sweat was lingering in the air.

My grunts and groans were mixed with her high-pitched moans.

She dragged her nails down my back until she gripped my ass.

I reached for her leg and threw it over my shoulder to give me more access to thrust deep inside her.

Her tight core started clenching around my hard crotch as we were nearing our climax until my phone rang, killing the mood instantly.

I cussed, letting out a breath while the woman beneath me whined when I pulled out and reached for my phone only for her to slap my hand.

"It's rude to leave a woman unsatisfied, you know?" she scolded me. "Your call can wait."

"I highly doubt that." I reached for it anyway despite her protests.

I checked the caller's ID on my screen. It was Christian again.

I wonder what kind of trouble he got himself mixed into this time. I thought with a sigh as I pick up the call. "What did you do?"

"Wow! Not even a 'Hey, Christian. How are you?' Some friend you are."

"What did you do, Yu Ba Rom?"

"Alright! Geez, you didn't have to my Korean name. And you can't be mad at me if I tell you."

"Depending on what crime you committed, I make no promises. So, spill."

"So, I had a gig. I had a couple to plenty of drinks and things went a little crazy, and now I'm at the police station."

I inhale a sharp breath, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Why didn't you call Mei?"

"She's with her parents and won't be back for another week."

"What about Chaerin?"

"Hell no! I choose life. That woman will send me to meet Jesus if she finds out!"

"She will send us both to meet Jesus now that you got me involved by telling me, you prick!"

"Come on. You gotta help me. Just go to my apartment and get my bail money. It's underneath my bed."

"Where did you get the bail money from?"

"Oh, would you look at that? My time is up. Make sure you get here with the bail money. Bye!"

"Christian - "

He hung up.

I cussed for the second time and turned to the woman underneath me. "I take it that you're not in the mood to finish where we left off."

"After awkwardly listening to your conversation, pretty much." She answered with a grimace.

"Fair enough." I rolled off of her and got out of bed.

"You're leaving?" she asked, sitting up and covering her breasts with her bed sheet.

"I have to." I gather my clothes and put them on. "My friend got himself into some trouble and I'm morally obligated to help him."

"Okay, but at least give me your number or something."

I met her pouty gaze and gave her a tight smile. "I'm afraid I can't. As much as I enjoyed our time together, I make it a policy to not get too involved with the women I sleep with. It's better that way."

"I'm not like other women."

"Sure, you're not." I grabbed my jacket and strode towards her door.

"Will I see you again?" she asks.

I look at her one last time and said, "Probably not." And left.

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"Ollie! You came for me!" Christian rushed to the bars of the prison cell with a grin on his face by the time I was escorted inside the precinct.

"Friend of yours?" the police officer asked me.

"Unfortunately," I said with a tight smile. "I'll take him off your hands, thank you."

The police officer walked over to the cell and unlocks it, allowing Christian to get out. "Be sure to grab your stuff at the reception," he tells him. "I better not see you here."

"You got it, officer." Christian gave him the finger guns before turning to me.

"Don't." I raised my hand before he could say anything that could potentially deplete my brain cells. "Let's just go."

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"I thought at the age of thirty-two and being engaged would make you'd learn to be a bit more responsible and act your age, but that's a fucking lie," I said as we got into my car. I started the engine and reversed out of the parking lot and drove into the road.

"Fuck you! You're one to talk. You recently turned thirty, yet you stick your dick in anything with a vagina." He retorted.

"It's a seasonal thing. Stop making it seem like I'm a nymphomaniac." I retorted back. "Even if that was the case, I go about it responsibly. I always wear protection to prevent catching any STDs and unwanted pregnancies, I make my intentions clear to avoid drama and misunderstandings and I make sure to avoid having sex while drunk."

He scoffed rolling his eyes. "That reminds me for whatever reason - aren't you supposed to be at The Coup d'Etat sometime today? Chaerin set up a job interview with the owner for you if I remember correctly."

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that." I replied.

I was in and out of employment while doing a couple of side hustles and freelance work to get me by for the past couple of months, but I still needed a stable job with a stable income. So, Chaerin graciously referred me to a friend of hers who runs a bar.

"You know she will kick your ass for wasting her friend's time." He reminded me.

"Nah! She loves me too much to do anything." I grinned. "But not gonna lie, she may be a sweet ray of sunshine but she's an ice queen when she's mad."

We both shuddered at the thought of it until we arrived at Christian's apartment complex.

"Thanks again for bailing me out, mate. I appreciate it." He said.

"Anytime. We both know you wouldn't last long in prison anyway." I taunted him with a smile.

"Fuck off!" he got out of my car. "And make sure you shower before heading to your interview. The smell of sweat and after sex is too strong."

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To say that I was surprised after seeing the bar Chaerin's friend owned was an understatement. The place was fucking huge! Big enough to be a fucking hotel. Even walking inside felt like I was walking into a hotel. Glass chandeliers hanging up the ceiling, expensive-looking furniture and spotless porcelain floors. Whoever owned this place must have been loaded with a lot of money.

"Hello, sir. How may I help you?" the dark-haired lady at the reception snapped me out of my state of awe.

"Hi. I'm looking for Kwon Jiyong. I have a job interview with him." I told her.

"May I have your name, please?"

"Ollie Wu."

"One moment."

I tapped my finger on the reception desk, looking around the place still not believing that I was going to work there - if I got the job that is.

"Come with me." She stood up and led the way.

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"So, is this place a hotel or something?" I asked.

"It was previously before Mr Kwon bought it and converted it into an entertainment centre." She explained.

"An entertainment centre?" I crowed arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, The Coup d'Etat has nightclubs, sports clubs and casinos combined into one."

Damn! I thought.

We finally made it to one of the clubs and went inside. It was quite busy. The staff were moving up and about rearranging the furniture and setting up the stage and equipment at the DJ booth. A few of them were carrying crates and canisters of alcohol to the bar, where we found a man standing watching everything.

"Mr Kwon." The receptionist caught his attention as we approached him. "Someone's here to see you."

"You must be Chaerin's friend." He acknowledged me.

"That's me. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand for a handshake, which he accepted.

"Likewise." He smiled, turning to the receptionist. "Thanks, Jisoo. I'll take it from here."

She bowed briefly and left.

"Have a seat." He gestured his hand towards the empty seat beside him.

"A bit unprofessional to be having a job interview here, don't you think?" I commented, taking a seat.

He waved his hand dismissively. "Professional hasn't always been my strongest suit. Besides, my office is pretty dull, and I really need to make sure everything is set before we open for the night."

"Well, if you put it like that, I guess that's pretty fair. You are the boss, after all, Mr Kwon."

"Just Jiyong is fine. Or GD. Whichever you prefer." He leaned in and whispered. "But my employees call me Iguana man because of the number of times I've died my hair." He ruffled his long shaggy blonde hair with pink highlights at the tips.

"What does GD stand for?" I asked.

"G-Dragon. G from my name Jiyong and dragon from my family name 'Kwon'."

"Ah! I see."

"Enough about that." He changed the subject. "Chaerin told me that you bartend. How long have you been bartending?"

"About ten years. I used to read a lot of cocktail recipe books when I was in the military and decided to put it to good use when I left." I answered.

"And you never worked permanently at any bar or club?"

"No. Sometimes the pay wasn't satisfying. Sometimes I didn't vibe with the management at the bars and clubs I worked at. And sometimes I was forced out of employment because of health inspection issues and bankruptcy. I got retrenched from the previously worked at a couple of months back and I've been freelancing ever since."

"I see." Jiyong rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Tell you what, how about you work a shift tonight? I wanna see you in your environment and how you handle things as a bartender. Pass this test and consider yourself hired."

I leaned back a little, feeling a small twinge of pride take over me. I'm not one to brag but I consider myself the best at what I do as a bartender, and I pride myself on that. And one thing about me is that I never back down from a challenge.

"Sounds easy enough," I said.

"Don't get cocky. I may be laid back and chill, but I can be strict if I have to. I don't just hire anyone." He told me. "Come on. I'll escort you to the locker room and give you your uniform."

Next->

[paulkariyas]

romance novel cover? hallmark? both??? is this real life or is it just fantasy??? it’s real??

[pxperplxnets]

you’re amazing

could you do some more Paul Aron? love ya

summary: angelina exposes y/n and paul, leading to a very succesfull hang out.

pairing: paul aron x driver! reader

word count: 671

warnings: make outs/??

lowercase intended!

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playing truth or dare with the boys was absolutely hilarious. a bunch of funny things had happened already when ollie asked her the next truth “if you had to kiss anyone in the team, who would you kiss and why?” he looked at her with raised eyebrows as he already knew the answer “paul, because have you seen paul?” she laughed, her cheeks going slightly red as she had just exposed herself to the whole internet “i mean, facts” ollie said, trying to diffuse the tension.

what y/n didn’t know is that later that day, paul would be asked the same question. “y/n, 100%” he answered immediately, making robert laugh loudly “you have to say why!” robert exclaimed “easy, I'm straight and she's hot” the estonian winked at the camera, as if he hadn't just admitted his crush on his teammate.

“she actually said you as well” angelina said behind the cameras “actually?” paul asked with raised eyebrows, smirking when the woman nodded “well, i guess we know what i doing after filming” robert choked on the water he was drinking as he started laughing.

later that day, paul went up to y/n as she walked next to ollie, grabbing her arm to turn her his way. “oh, hi” she smiled at him, sneaking a wide eyed glance towards ollie who laughed faintly at how obvious she was “hi, so, i was wondering if you want to hang out later? maybe at mine?” y/n could have sworn that her heart stopped “yeah, for sure…umh what time?” paul smiled, somehow relieved she said yes “is four good? i'll send you the address” “i'll be there” he gave her a smile before walking away, trying to hide his red face. she turned back to ollie -who had been there the entire time- before letting out a low squeal of happiness.

y/n stood in front of paul's door, taking a deep breath before knocking. the door opened immediately, as if he was standing in front of it waiting for her knock. “hey” he couldn't contain the smile that formed in his lips, not that he even tried to. “hey” she answered, shy smile on her lips.

approximately an hour later, they both sat on paul’s bed playing mario kart in silence. not an awkward silence, y/n was just insanely concentrated on winning the game -which wasn't necessarily hard as paul was too busy looking at her.

“y/n?” the boy asked, putting his control down and moving his body to face her “hm?” the girl hummed in response, not tearing her eyes away from the screen. “angelina told me what you said” he looked at her, slightly amused by how focused she was on winning “and what was that?” she was about to win, she couldn't stop now. “that you want to kiss me”

she stopped. “she told you?” he nodded “oh that traitor” she muttered to herself “sorry, i thought i had more time before the video came out” she didn't exactly know what she was apologising for “that's alright, i'm glad she told me” he had a small smile on his lips “really? and why is that?” the girl raised her eyebrow. “because i said you too” the amount of confidence he had was immense, and it bothered her. so she faked confidence too “is that why you invited me then?” her confident voice made him weak, but he wasn't going to give in. “maybe..” fuck. his voice made her go even closer to him “so what are you waiting for?” she whispered against his lips.

he didn't wait any second. he closed the gap in between them with a long awaited kiss. his hands went to the sides of her face, bringing her closer as they kissed. it wasn't soft and tender, it was sloppy and desperate. the amount of waiting they had both done was way past softness. they stayed like that for a while, kissing, playing mario kart, and then kissing some more.

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authors note:

i wrote this a while ago and i thought why not post it.

its kinda shit

im really sorry for being so absent, im going to try to upload at least once a week now<3

[milirii]

Okay, what can you do out of 32&4 with Niko/Olli? 🥰

Uuugh this took long. And I feel so bad to inform you all that the pace is probably not going to get much faster 😅​ Hopefully you like this! ❤️​

Niko/Olli, 32) Date night gone wrong 4) A cup of coffee would be nice.

Words: 2022, bit angst, bit fluff, meantion of panic attack, pre-relationship

Niko was romantic in heart and storyteller in mind. Two combined made him a daydreamer who built up his cloud castles and got lost in the hallways and towers. 

Niko was also realistic. Or so he liked to call himself. Joonas demanded that the correct term was pessimist. But how could anyone keep up the faithful spirit when one cloud tower after another got crumbling down. No, Niko had learned that daydreams were just that, daydreams. Stories that kept him going and gave him a place to go and recharge once in a while. Nothing to copy into real life.  

Once in a while he tried to rebuild some of the towers and this time Joonas had even helped him with building by promising to set him up with “a great guy! He is a friend of mine who is also looking for a relationship and I am sure you'd get along well! Please even try Niko! It doesn't even have to lead anywhere, just go and meet him. For me.” Niko had agreed, even though blind date had never been on his list of preferred first meetings, he would have loved to meet his special human in surprising and sponeus way. To accidentally grab the same book at a library with him or to literally bumb in to someone and then either help them up or let them help him up. Not like this blindly setted up date where the atmosphere was already filled with anticipations and pressure probably in both sides and the guy hasn't even showed up yet.

Niko sighed when he looked at the clock, his date was 15 minutes late already and Niko had gotten second thoughts. The waiting was horrible and made him regret agreeing in the first place. He should have known he would just get his heart broken a little more by the whole thing. 

Nervously Niko fixed his hair and contemplated if he should tie it up instead of letting it fall down his back. At least he should have curled it a bit. He tried to reflect himself through a phone screen and brushed his hand through the long strands, trying to see what part of his appearance had possibly driven away his date before he had even gotten properly in at the restaurant. Maybe the eyeliner had been too much? Maybe black button down was too plain a choice? Should he have styled it with some jewelleries? Why hadn’t he asked Joonas what to wear?

20 minutes had passed. 

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It was already 45 minutes past the time Joonas had told him. He watched people coming in and dropped his gaze to his water glass when the last one sitting alone (alongside Niko) got their company and they started to softly speak to each other while examining the menus. The soft smiles and brief and gentle touches hurt Niko’s heart and he focused even more intently on just his water. 

Niko gulped the water down. He should make decisions soon. Either to leave and look like a loser who waited almost an hour for the date who didn't arrive or to order something and while still looking like a loser, at least he would eat well. 

He bit his lip and lifted his eyes to look at the clock on the other side of the room. 50 minutes had gone by and he was hungry. He would have to buy food for himself anyway so could as well eat here and spent the rest of the night miserable and feeling sorry for himself. At least his belly would be full and he could finally order something with promilles.

Maybe he had been lucky that the guy didn't show up. Maybe he would have been creepy and possessive and strange in a bad way.

Niko signed at the waiter and was only slightly disappointed when he didn't even get the hot curly headed one to his table to ease his suffering. Nothing was going as he would liked them to...

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Poosu: Hey, can you see a pretty, long haired man sitting alone in the restaurant? 

Olli: Yep I saw him. Why? Is he a friend of yours? 

Olli had observed the guy the whole evening, while serving dishes to others. He was absolutely beautiful. Olli wanted to expand his observation to a physical examination and run his fingers through the melted milk chocolate coloured hair and look straight at sad eyes and see the exact color of them. He would have liked to roll the man's shirt sleeves more up to get a good look at the tattoos showing underneath and trace his fingers along the lines drawn with ink. He wanted to cup the man's soft cheeks and stroke the warm skin with his thumbs before testing if the man's lips were really made for kissing. They certainly looked like it. 

If he would have been brave enough, he would have sat down opposite of him and asked why he was sitting alone. 

Poosu: HA! I told Joel you’d know who I am referring to just by describing him as pretty! Yes he is a friend of mine! I set him up for a blind date, but the date just informed me that he is not coming… Can you tell me how miserable he looks already so I can decide the best way to tell him that? 

Olli snorted and blushed a little. Joonas knew his type well enough to know that the guy had attracted his attention the moment he had stepped in. And after reading the rest of the message, he was not sure how he should feel. He was happy, oh so happy that the dreamy man was apparently single and looking for a relationship. And he was happy that whoever Joonas had planned for him was “him” and also a little happy that he was not going to show up. And at the same time he felt so sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, just sitting there and eating alone, that Olli wanted to hug him. And somewhere deep he felt a little betrayed by Joonas that he had not thought about Olli when setting his friend up with someone. 

Olli: I am so close to going to him and apologising on behalf of the idiot who didn't show up. He looks crushed. :( 

Poosu: … :( Poor Niko. I wanted for him to have something good in his life for change, but this is only adding to his bad luck… 

Olli considered the situation. His shift had ended and he needed to only change and then he could go to talk with Niko. If he dared to. And since Niko already made his heart ache in so many different ways, the decision was not that hard to make. He wanted, no, actually he needed to see that pretty face lit up with a smile. Not clouded with that broken expression. 

Olli: What kind of person is he? 

Olli: Niko I mean. Not the jackass who made him sit alone in here for nothing. 

Joonas did quick work writing an answer. 

Poosu: He is sweet, fun, creative, nerdy and romantic. Pretty smart, pain in the ass sometimes and dreamer in main. Musical cat dad with a big heart who raps made up lyrics while playing classical piano pieces. Actually he is dumbass, but I love him still <3 

Olli's heart made a little jolt. Niko sounded like he wasn't even real. Just a whole man knitted out of his sweetest hopes and daydreams.

Poosu: Aaw I hate that I have to tell him the bad news :'( he doesn't deserve them! 

Olli thought everything out last time. 

Olli: Would I maybe have a chance with him? 

****

Olli spent so long staring at himself from the mirror, trying to make himself look less tired and more attractive, that when he finally left the changing room, he was worried that Niko had already left the restaurant. Part of him almost hoped that he would have. Then he could just tell Joonas that he couldn't talk with Niko because he was not there anymore and not because he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. 

Luckily (or maybe unluckily, Olli guessed he was about to find out), Niko was still there, nursing the remnants of his wine. Olli gulped and almost escaped back down the stairs he had just climbed up. His phone binged and it gave Olli an excuse to hold back a little while longer. 

Poosu: Just go for it! Niko is seriously so nice and not half as gloomy as he probably looks like. You come along with Joel, you can definitely handle Niko. 

The nerves squeezed Olli’s lungs and he was sure he was about to make a fool of himself by fainting in front of Niko because of too shallow breathing. 

Poosu: Lycka till!! <33

He forced himself to take a deep breath and then switched his brain off and made a figurative jump. He grabbed the strap of his backpack and walked towards Niko’s table. He swallowed, licked his dry lips and then managed to breathe out a simple: “Hi!” 

Niko lifted his face from his wine glass. His confused face, slight frown and questioning eyes were so cute that Olli wanted to just turn around and go back to the changing room to process in peace. And then Niko talked, although it was only the mirrored “Hi”, and Olli wanted to hear more of his voice. 

“I am a friend of Joonas’ and he told me you are not probably having the best night, so I thought I could maybe try to change that.” He started to blabber, like always when he got too nervous to handle it.

Niko’s eyes got a tad more sour look when he asked: “Are you the one I should have had a date with?” 

“No! Although I wouldn’t mind being your date…” Olli realised what his brain to mouth filter had just let through and felt how his cheeks flamed. He heard his heart pounding in his ears and it almost covered his own voice when he tried to save the situation. “...I… I mean that you are very pretty and… and Joonas had told me about you and you seem cool and maybe you’d like to get coffee with me sometimes…” 

Olli’s voice got quieter at the end. He felt seriously like suffocating now, he didn’t dare to look even in the direction of Niko and the blood was still rushing in his ears, making everything sound muffled. When he was sure he was about to pass out, he felt a light touch through the fabric of his hoodie. Warm hand guided him to sit down and grounded Olli from his panic enough for him to realise that Niko was trying to talk to him. “Hey, everything is okay, just sit down and breathe. It’s alright!” 

Niko’s eyes were warm and friendly when Olli finally looked at him. 

“Are you okay?” Niko asked, his hand not leaving Olli’s upper arm and Olli gave him a little nod. 

“So who of Joonas’ friends are you?” 

“My name is Olli.” 

“Oh! Joonas has talked about you!” Niko’s eyes got a little wide and Olli wondered later that night when he was already in bed if he had seen correctly that Niko’s cheeks had gotten a faint shade of red. 

Niko’s arm had dropped to rest on top of the table and the hand had left Olli’s arm. He missed the light pressure of the touch and decided to be brave enough to ask again. In case Niko had not either catched the question earlier or not taken it seriously. “So… would you be up for maybe a cup of coffee? With me?”

Niko’s smile was careful and it made butterflies in Olli’s stomach go wild. “A cup of coffee would be nice.” 

****

“How is it going in your little puppet show?” Joel asked and tried to peek at Joonas' phone screen. Joonas leaned his head at Joel's shoulder and grinned. “Oh Niko’s “spontaneous and romantic first meeting” is going just like I planned it.” Then he showed the latest message from Olli to Joel. 

Olli: I HAVE A DATE TOMORROW, HELP?!!

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Winged Knight

(Gif not Mine and pretend the Red matches the armor color!)

Pairing: Izzy Garcia x (FemKnight!)Reader

Summary: It follows a girl: Y/N Y/L/N, who currently owns the "Pteradon Champion Zord", along with its DinoSoul Key, who is currently a Professional Box Fighter. The youngest ever to be a pro. What she doesn't know is that she is a direct descendant of the supposed Mythical "DinoSoul" Tribe. [Equivalent to the Ryusoul Tribe]. Her partner, she calls him, "buddy" as she doesn't have a proper name for him. The two of them embark on a journey to figure out who she is, finding an old flame and developing a new crush in the process.

Warnings: Near-Death

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As you wait outside for Izzy once more, helping her with her morning training session, you go on your phone to check on the ranger hotline news and news in general. You've been helping Izzy the last several mornings to prep her for her upcoming competition she talked about with you and for the two of you to get to know each other more.

"Arctic Knight Ranger," a sudden voice calls to you from your phone, "I know you would sacrifice a lot for your partner. But, what will you sacrifice for your little girlfriend?" 

Your phone's screen then cuts to Izzy.. 

"Bring me the Pteradon Champion zord and she'll live," the Sporix villain demanded, "We're at the 23rd floor of buzzblast.”

"That's where the editing and broadcasting room is," you say to yourself

"Don't do it," Zayto says, offscreen, "Wake the Pteradon Champion zord!" 

That's the thing, you haven't been able to awaken his form in weeks. Years even.

"I can't... You can't." he says, "I'm scared..." 

"It's okay bud," you say, petting him, "We'll figure something out." 

You place him in your backpack and begin heading over to BuzzBlast, "MY lord, it's too early for this kind of thing to happen..."

"You're not giving him to me are you?!" He freaks out 

"Of course not bud!" You say, "You're important!"

As the rangers watch their Dino Keys be taken, they all squirm in their ropes further, but getting tighter each time they nearly get free of the ropes. You see, those 'ropes', are actually made from Vinepault; a sporix beast.

"The Arctic Ranger's gonna come!" Izzy says, trying to reassuring her teammates

"As if," the Sporix monster laughs, "They're probably wallowing in their own fear right now!"

As you hold onto your egg for life, watching the Dino Fury Rangers' Dino keys get taken, your egg begins moving. 

"What's your plan Y/N?" He whispers 

"Can't help but to use this," you whisper, holding the HieHie Ryusoul, "You get out of here." 

He does but you didn't realize he had stayed behind. 

"HieHie Soul," you whisper, turning your ryusoul into its knight mode, inserting it into your Ryusoul Ken 

"HieHie Soul," you sword announces 

You open the hilt and open and close it consecutively, twice.

"Kyo!", "Ryu, Sou, Sou!", "Kono Kanjii!!", "HieHie." 

You stab your sword into the ground and freeze it, along with the Sporix beasts standing on it. Stopping right at the base of the rangers' captivity; flying over to the rangers and slashing the constricting vines they were enveloped in.

"Arctic Knight oh thank god!" Amelia sighs 

You put your sword into your holster and walk over to the frozen sporix beast and take the Dino keys back. 

"Thanks man," you smile, kicking him as the ice breaks; causing him to fall back 

You run back over to the rangers and hand them their keys back. 

"Arctic Knight Ranger," Zayto smiles, "Where's your champion zord?" 

"He's somewhere safe," you say 

Before you could say anything more, you could easily hear his cries. 

"Watch out!" Amelia says, everyone ducking but you

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your midsection as you begin falling down, hearing an explosion in front of you; realizing the sporix beast made a hole in the wall. A decently sized one at the least. You look down and notice it was Izzy that grabbed onto you to move you out of harms way. You stand up, helping Izzy in the process and turn to him and the sporix beast has him in his hand. Izzy immediately charges at the sporix beast and back-hand slashes its hand; freeing your partner. But in exchange, she's the one in your partners' place.

"Buddy I told you to hide somewhere safe!" You sigh, looking down at him in anger

"But I'm not leaving you to do this alone," he says 

You smile slightly. But still wanting to scold him for staying behind.

"Hand me your Dino key and she won't get hurt." The beat demands, gesturing to your partner

"Don't do it!" Izzy yells

Her teammates agree with her. However, you wanted to get Izzy out of there without handing over your partner over to the sporix beast.

"Quiet, Green Ranger" he growls 

"Hand her over first," you demand, 

"You give me your Dino Key first!" He demands, holding up one of his arms toward Amelia's neck area

You sigh, realizing the sporix monster won't come to reason. Reaching for your sword, opening the hilt and taking out its Ryusoul.

"Y/N?!" Amelia and Izzy ask at the same time

"Hey," you smile slightly, "Been awhile Ameils."

Izzy couldn't believe it either. You've kept this 'being a ranger' a secret from her and you've known her for a couple of weeks; being her trainer the two of you pretty much getting to know one another over training. Truth is, you didn't want Izzy finding out so you wouldn't get into a situation like this one. The other thing Izzy knew was that you know Amelia; the two of you were best friends in high school.

"But-but how?!" Amelia asks

"What are you doing?!?!," your partner asks 

"Don't worry, I got a plan," you whisper, "Now get over there." 

Your partner does so. 

"Now, hand her over," you demand 

The sporix beast doesn't say anything but immediately runs over to you and punches you, sending you out a gaping hole into her wall. 

"NO!" The team yells, Izzy letting out a scream

You let out a blood-curdling scream as you begin falling toward the ground way below the floor you were on. Your champion zord screams and chokes on a cry as he manages to pry himself out of the sporixs' grip and jump out after you. 

"No!!" He screams 

With all of his might, he grew and he grew into a giant Pteradon. He catches you in the nick of time before you made contact with the ground. 

"Y/N, are you okay?!" He pants, nearly gasping for air 

"Buddy?" You smile, "Oh my gosh you did it!! Celebrations aside I gotta get back in there and defeat that sporix beast!" 

"How?!" He asks, "You don't have your Ryusoul!!" 

"あいぼう, 私たちのソウルを一つに." You say [Translation: "Partner, our Souls are One."] 

"Alright!" He says, flying up toward the gaping hole 

You hop off of your partner's back and once more stab your sword into the ground, freezing the ground; immediately freezing nearly the entire ground, looking up at the sporix beast slightly, whose legs are frozen. 

"Not again!" He screams 

You inhale deeply then let out an exhale; your breath being visible due to the now cold temperature.

"翼の騎士, リュソウル シアン!!" You announce for the first time [Translation: "The Winged Knight, Ryusoul Cyan!"] 

The rangers watch you take your sword out of the ground. Although your Ryusoul was with the sporix beast, a bright, vibrant Cyan aura forms around you, enabling your Ranger form and acquiring your Dino-Freeze armor. 

"��れの騎士を見せてある!!" You announced again as you pull Izzy out of his grip and into yours, slashing at the monster  [Translation: "I'll show you my Chivalry!"] 

You push her towards her teammates, hinting to her to free them. Keeping the sporix beast at a distance from the rest of the team, you engage a battle with him. 

"あいぼう!!" You scream holding your hand up into the air [Translation: "Partner!"] 

You hear him battle cry as he shrinks, taking the ryusoul back and throwing it to you. You catch it and activate your final move. 

"Blizzard, Dino Slash!" You scream, slashing the air, creating a freezing vortex towards the sporix beast 

He gets caught up in the vortex and explodes, a slime-looking ball is formed. You watch Zayto catch it before Void knight could get to it. 

"Y/N. Right?.." Ollie asks 

"That's me" you answer, turning back into your civilian form

"Since when did you have a Dino key?" Zayto asks

"Family heirloom, and he's been around all my life," you say, looking behind you

You notice he's sitting on Izzy's back. You immediately run over to her and try to shake her awake.

"Hey, hey! Izzy!" You try to wake her, but to no avail

You place two of your fingers up to her neck.

"Still got a pulse, but she's unconscious," you say, picking her up into your arms

You walk past the other rangers as you teleport, using Izzy's communicator and disappear.

"Who are you?!" A dinosaur asks, walking over to you 

"I'm a friend, but, Izzy's hurt bad and I didn't know where to take her, " you sigh, placing her down into a bed, "So I decided to come here."

"Good choice coming here," she says,  "Thank you."

You nod to her as the dinosaur-humanoid begins observing her, figuring out a way to tend to Izzy's injuries.

After a couple of hours you see the rangers teleporting into base. You stand up to formally greet them.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you finally introduce, shaking Zayto's hand, "What you guys call me, the 'Arctic Knight' Ranger."

"We have more people on our team?" Ollie smiles, "The sporix beast won't stand a chance now!"

"Didn't know the Arctic Knight Ranger was cute," Javi tries to flirt with you

"Whoa whoa whoa there champ," you back up," I like girls... 100%."

Ollie laughs as Javi becomes embarrassed at your remark and the fact he tried to flirt with you. You smile and chuckle as you play it off as a joke from him. 

"Guys will you keep it quiet?" Izzy groans as she sits up

Javi immediately goes to her bedside and comforts her.

"Hey Izzy," he smiles, "How are you feeling?"

"Considering I almost became a ragdoll, I'm fine, " Izzy jokes, "W-wait how did I get here?" 

"This woman carried you back," the Humanoid-Dinosaur says, gesturing to you

"Hey, thanks," she says, stretching out her arm

"Don't mention it," you smile slightly

"Now, with introductions aside," Zayto states, "We have to train."

"No worries, on it," you state

"Ryusoul Change!" You said, inserting your ryusoul into Izzy's morpher

You were figuring out if you could change into your ranger form without the use of your sword. Once you spun the silver 'helmet' on the morpher, nothing happens. You sigh in disappointment and take out your ryusoul.

"Guess it only works with your keys," You sigh, "No worries though! I wanted to see if it worked anyway!"

You hand the morpher back to Izzy.

After the training session, you were about to make your leave for the night however, get a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey Izzy," You smile

"Hey, I just want to thank you," She says, "For the last couple of mornings and carrying me here."

"Don't mention it Izzy," You say, slinging your backpack onto your shoulder, "Thank me when you win that competition tomorrow Izzy!"

"One more thing," Zayto says, coming over, "Now you can teleport yourself to base and join us in future battles with the sporix beasts and take down Void Knight."

You put on your communicator/teleportation device on your left wrist.

"Thank you Zayto," You smile, beginning to walk out of the forest to reach your apartment

Part 3

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 20

Series Masterlist

Chapter 20

A/N: I went and made some small changes and didn’t hit the spell check button, so sorry! Italics are your thoughts

Summary: The season has ended and you both have some friends visit before you head to Denmark for a few weeks.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral (male and female) masturbation

Word Count: 4500

June 12, 2023

You stand in the laundry room folding clothes when you hear voices in the living room. You walk out to greet them.

“Hey (Y/N)” you hear Mitch and Auston say as you walk over to hug them.

The playoffs have ended for both teams, and Fred invited his old teammates down for a few days before summer kicks off.

“Wow you’re so big" Auston says as Oliver comes running over to greet them.

“Yeah well look at his dad, I had no doubt he would be tall" you joke. After hanging out for a few minutes you wander to finish the laundry you started leaving the boys to catch up. As you fold and put away the laundry you hear parts of the conversation, but you’re trying not to eavesdrop.

“Yeah, I don’t really know when we got together. Some time around new years, maybe a little later." a smile comes across your face as you can hear Fred’s excitement.

“We had a bump or two. But everything is really good now”

“She moved back in a few weeks ago"

“Where do you see things going?

You keep working away at the laundry when hear the boys laughing and talking to Oliver. Thinking it’s safe and you won’t interrupt any conversations about you, you join the boys in the living room. You see all boys on their hands and knees, playing mini sticks.

“Now that an adult is here I’m going to get changed” Fred says kissing your head.

“Dude I’m an adult!” Mitch exclaims, Fred throws his head back laughing as he leaves the room. “So how are you (Y/N/N)?”

“Things are good, sometimes a little crazy with an 18 month old but good.”

“How has it been since coming back here?” Auston asks.

“It’s been really good. I think it’s been really good for him too” you say nodding to Oliver. “He would get super upset when he would have to leave one of us, when he would come back to my place he wouldn’t leave my side for almost an entire day. I was actually getting worried about how he would be as he got older. But now we are both around all the time he is better, not such a momma's boy" you joke.

“That’s good; don’t want all the other babies making fun of you for being a momma’s boy” Auston says tickling Oliver.

“Says the biggest momma’s boy ever" Fred says returning to the living room causing everyone to laugh. “Ready guys?”

Fred kisses Oliver goodbye before turning to you to place a kiss on your lips. The boys head out for a round of golf leaving you and Oliver alone. You head to the park, and enjoy the summer weather that is beginning in Pittsburgh.

A few nights later you are sitting on the balcony enjoying some drinks. Oliver is asleep in his crib, and Mitch left earlier in the day leaving you two and Auston who is planning to leave the following morning. Auston leaves to get another drink; Fred pulls you onto his lap you can smell the whiskey on his breath. 

Fred places a sloppy kiss on your lips, you pull back and smile at him.

“What” he asks placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing” you respond kissing his nose, noticing the redness in his cheeks. “You’re a little drunk eh?” you tease.

Fred leans in and kisses you, ignoring your comment “I can’t wait to show you how much you mean to me tonight” he says stroking your hair. It sends shivers down your spine as wetness pools in your core. With the boys here you haven’t had much time alone, and you haven’t done anything with your time for fear of being heard.

“Babe Auston is here" you respond. 

“Pretty sure he knows we have sex dear.” Just as you’re about to respond you hear laughing behind you, as the screen door closes. “Yeah kind of figured that out when you got pregnant (Y/N/N).” 

“See nothing to worry about" Freddie chuckles in your ear. 

“Yeah he knows but he doesn’t need to hear us" you laugh. 

“Yeah I’d rather not, I -" 

“How else am I supposed to put another baby in you if we don’t have sex babe?” Your eyes go wide at his words. You haven’t had any discussions of a second baby, you just moved back in.

“Are you guys trying for a second baby?” Auston asks sitting down, handing Fred another drink.

“No we are not!” you quickly exclaim. “I guess you could say we are practicing, all the fun but still using protection.”

“Yeah but we could stop, you know pull the goalie and see what happens” he chuckles at his own pun.

You roll your eyes. “I know what will happen Fred, it happened once before. He is 19 months, looks identical to you, has your gorgeous brown eyes and red hair" you say running your hands through his hair.

“Yeah and the next one will be a little girl with your (Y/H/C) hair, and your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, your smile just a mini version of you. Only thing she’ll take from me is my last name” he says kissing your neck. 

“You sure you want a daughter that looks like me around? There are boys who grow up to be like Auston?” you tease. 

“Hey!” 

You and Fred laugh. “She’d be fine, if she is anything like you she’ll put boys like him in their place no problem.” 

“I’m literally right here guys” Auston scoffs. You laugh again as you lean into Fred’s chest. 

“Just get really drunk, worked last time” Auston jokes.

Fred laughs “I do get her drunk, she changed her birth control. Now it doesn’t matter what happens she is always protected.”

“Well the last time I screwed up a baby came. I don’t want another one until I’m ready. Always imagined I’d be married, have the same last name as my kids.” “I can go get ordained right now if you’d like” Auston quickly jokes.

“I’ll put a ring on your finger one day babe don’t you worry. I just think Ollie should be a big brother, he’d be the best big brother” Fred starts. “There is such as gap with me and my siblings I don’t want that for mine. And I’m going to be 34, you’ll be 33. Seems like we should get cracking if we want more babies.” 

You scoff “did you just use my biological clock against me?”  

The three of you sit outside and continue laughing and drinking. A little while later you all head in for the night, you walk into the bathroom and begin your night routine. You notice Fred is leaning in the doorway watching you wash your face.

You stick your ass out a little farther as you bend over to rinse water on your face. You head Fred grumble some swear words and quickly feel his hand on your hips. You stand up ignoring Fred and reach for the towel to dry your face, Fred leans down to your ear “I know what you’re doing” we growls.

You make eye contact with him in the mirror “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you respond hanging up the towel. He spins you around into his chest and smirks down at you. Without breaking eye contact he pulls his t-shirt off revealing his toned chest. You take a deep breath and swallow, trying to act unfazed by his actions.

Fred see’s through you though and knows he has you practically falling over him. “I’m gonna shower” he says dropping his shorts and boxers “wanna join me?” 

You giggle as you peel your shirt over your head following him in. When he closes the door he pulls you in for a deep kiss as your hand slides down to his hardening member and you begin stroking it. He moans into the kiss as his hand strokes over your folds. 

You know that the shower will likely cover some of the sounds, but you only came inside 5 minutes ago. You don’t know Auston that much, and would rather he not hear you having sex right now. You also know that Fred has been hard for the past couple days, and has been trying to find a moment to sneak away with you, but you have rejected his attempts. Not without some teasing first though.

Because of your teasing you know he is painfully hard, and if you let him he will fuck you hard into the tile wall. Before he has the opportunity to slide his large fingers in, and make you forget all logic to not doing that you drop to your knees.

You hear him mumble as you stare at his hard member. Thick and throbbing; white pre-cum leaking out the top.  You bring your tongue to his tip licking it off. You stare up at him through your lashes as you see him brace himself on the shower wall. 

You lick a stripe up the underside of him, his head falls back. You pull your mouth off and suck on his pubic bone. You pepper kisses all around his cock before you finally return to him. You place a light kiss to the tip, before sliding him fully inside your mouth.

You begin to bob on his hard cock as he moans out. He grabs your hair and pulls it back from your face so he can better watch as you continue still looking up at him. His eyes close as Danish swear words fall from his mouth. You feel your arousal pooling in your core so you slide two fingers down to your folds. You slide them across your heat gathering up your juices before slipping them in as you moan around his cock. You start thrusting inside yourself as you swirl around his dick, him hitting the back of your throat. 

You reach around to his ass giving it a light squeeze as he chuckles, then you lightly push him forward. He takes the hint and begins to slowly fuck into your mouth, hitting your tonsils.

You increase the speed of your fingers, but you know it will be a while before you reach your orgasm. Your two fingers pale in comparison to Fred’s. His large hands have actually made it difficult for you to masturbate as you just can’t get the same stretch of the walls.

You decide to slide a third finger in. As you slide it in, Fred snaps his hips forward causing you to gag slightly. Spit is dribbling down your chin as you continue pumping your fingers in and out.

The third finger was just what you needed; you feel your orgasm slowly approaching as Fred grips tightly on your hair, indicating he is almost done. You bring your thumb up to rub your clit, moaning loudly around him. 

Your moan causes Freddie to look down  past your face “babe…are you -" he can barely form words. 

“Hmm” you hum around his dick as he continues to fuck into your mouth.

“Fuck hell babe, you close?” “Mhm” you hum in response as you take your hand from his ass and bring it to massage his balls. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat as your orgasm washes over you. You moan loudly around his dick as you keep your fingers inside you.  

You pump your fingers, drawing out your high as Fred’s hips slow. You lick the remaining cum from him  and pull your fingers out of you.

“Fuck your something else” he says pulling you to your feet to wash your hair.  

When you crawl into bed you should be tired from the drinking and your shower activities. But you can’t turn your brain off. 

Another kid? 

Was he just drunk? He doesn’t normally drink that much whiskey, and the last time you saw him, it lead to Oliver. So many his judgment was clouded.

But it seemed like he had given it some thought before tonight.

You hadn’t really thought much of it, yeah you had known each other for over two years, had a kid together. But really you only had been together for 5 months or so, maybe even less. If you went from the time you gave him a key then it was only 4 months.

It’s hard to pinpoint the day. Crazy to think of kids after that short of a time. In any other relationship you would run if someone mentioned having kids that soon. But this wasn’t any normal relationship, you already had a kid together.

You lie awake for a few hours, you listen to Fred’s soft snores as they fill the room. Normally listening to his breathing will calm your anxiety, but right now nothing will. You think a run could help, but at this time of night you know it’s a bad idea.

You stare at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. You don’t know when, but eventually you manage to doze off.

June 22, 2023

You are waiting at the airport when you hear “(Y/N/N)!”  You look up to see Allie and Carlee running towards you.

“You didn’t bring Oliver?” Allie questions wrapping you in a hug first.

“No he is at home napping, figured it would be easier without him to get lunch.”

The women protest slightly because they want to see Oliver first but eventually agree. You help them load their bags before pulling out of the parking garage. You pull up to a restaurant overlooking the beach, you are currently in Los Angeles.

“Yeah we got here a little under a week ago. We came for the US open which was on Father’s day weekend. We decided to stay a little bit before we head to Denmark next week.”

“So how is the little guy doing?”

“Oh he is great, excited to see you guys. He runs full speed all the time, tries to climb everything, he is talking pretty good now too. Pretty smart boy” you say smiling.

“That’s crazy, how has Freddie been?” Allie asks.

“Oh he is amazing, but he always has been a terrific dad. He is always playing with him, he can’t wait to get him in some hockey skates soon” you chuckle.

“But how are things with him?” Like with you two?” Carlee questions.

“They are great. We’ve been together a few months now and it’s been amazing. We have a great relationship; it doesn’t feel like we’ve been together for like four months.”

“Well yeah that’s because it’s been more than 4 months, you had almost 2 years before that” Carlee replies.

“No we haven’t been. We weren’t like together that whole time” you respond.

“You weren’t dating then, but you hooked up all the time. And I know that you didn’t sleep with anyone else for that entire time” Carlee responds.

“Or for a bit before that, it’s been almost 3 years since you slept with someone else” Allie adds.

“Exactly. It’s not a 4 month relationship; it’s so much more than that. You just need to realize that.”

You take a sip from your drink staring at them.

“What aren’t you saying?” Carlee asks. “I’ve known you for 29 years; I know when you are keeping something from me.”

You sigh and sit up straight in your chair. “Last week before we came here we had Auston and Mitch down to visit in Pittsburgh. Well the last night we were all hanging around drinking and Fred mentioned wanting another kid.”

The girls stare at each other before Allie speaks up. “I know you think it’s only been 4 months, but it has been so much more (Y/N/N/). When you were pregnant and told us you were going to Denmark to meet his family I knew then, that you would end up with him. I thought it would happen sooner, but you just needed to get out of your head. Whether you want to admit it or not you have basically been together 2 years. At 2 years it wouldn’t be crazy to be thinking about marriage and babies.”

“But we already have a baby” you reply. “I don’t want to have one just because it’s been 2 years, or so that Oliver can be close in age to his siblings.”

“You honestly think that’s why he wants to have a baby with you?” Carlee asks. “He wants another baby with you because he is ridiculously in love with you. He loves seeing you as a mother, and he wants your love and family to grow.”

“We’re not trying to convince you have another baby” Allie says lightly. “We just want to help you understand his logic and reasoning.” “We also don’t want you to run away again” Carlee jokes causing you to laugh.

“Well I’m not going anywhere, I want this and I want him. But there is still so much to figure out. His family doesn’t really know me, and I don’t think they like me all that much. His mom added me on Instagram, but I think that was just to see Oliver since Fred doesn’t post a lot. And my grandparents are less than understanding about the situation.”

“John and Debbie can fuck off” Carlee replies causing you to chuckle. “They need to recognize its 2023, and families aren’t traditional anymore. You worried about going to Denmark?”

“Yeah. Fred repaired his relationship with his family. I haven’t had much of an opportunity to do that. He also invited my grandparents for a couple days which will be great” you mumble. “His parents came down for some of the playoff games, but it was when I was dealing with the movers so I didn’t get to spend much time with them. Fred didn’t want the distraction either so he put them in a hotel. Now that we are actually together I hope his dad accepts me.”

The next 3 days with your girlfriends goes by well. Fred was always the DD so you could enjoy time with your friends. But also so he could get them drunk so they would tell him stories from nights you’ll never outlive.

“Can’t believe you got arrested" Fred says kissing your collarbone while you brush your teeth one night.

“They released me an hour later and never charged me so it didn’t really count” you say staring at him in the mirror.

“Still, it’s hot” he mumbles “You in the back of a cop car. Handcuffs…”he says trailing his finger down your spine. You lean forward to spit out your toothpaste when your ass grinds against his very hard dick.

He groans, slipping a hand in your shorts sliding his fingers toward your core. You’re eyes go wide “Fred they will hear" you whisper. When planning the trip you thought it would be better to get a house rental because you would be there for over 2 weeks. Since your friends are down the hall, one of them sharing a wall with your bed you haven’t had sex, making you regret that choice.

“You just have to be quiet" he whispers, his hand dancing around your clit.

“I’ve had too many drinks for that” you giggle. “I’m going to shower before bed.” You say walking away to turn on the water.

“Sounds like a good idea” Fred smirks. He pulls his shirt and pants off, leaving him completely naked. He attaches his mouth to your spot below your ear.

“We can’t Fred” you whisper.

He smirks at you before peels your clothes from you and pushes you into the shower.

When he closes the door he pulls you in for a deep kiss as his fingers slide down to your folds. They gently play with your entrance and you immediately forget all reasons to not do this. Your hand slides down his chest to his hardened member, you begin stroking it.

He slips two fingers inside you and begins pumping them, your rock your hips setting a pace.

“Yeah use my hand babe. Fuck my fingers skat” he whispers in your ear. His mouth slides down to your sweet spot and begins to lightly suck on you as you continue rocking into him.

“Fred” you groan, your head falling back.

“Hmm” he says still sucking on your neck. His slips a third finger inside you “this what you want?” he asks gently nips your shoulder.

“Fuck” you mumble. His fingers pull out of you and you bring your eyes to his, a devlish smirk is on his face as he falls to his knees. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth clamps on your clit, his lips warm and hot. His tongue parts your folds, he slides his tongue inside you. He begins to lick up your walls as your back is pressed against the cool tile wall.

His tongue swirls around inside of you, painting swirls on your clit as you gently grab his hair. He pushes his tongue fully inside you, beard scraping your legs and his nose is pressed hard into your clit. His tongue continues to do work on you as you moan. His ridged tongue continues to nudge your clit over and over again as you softly pant his name.

You feel the orgasm slowly building inside you, your hand tightens its grip on his hair causing Fred’s tongue to pick up its pace. He is licking up inside you, curling his tongue hitting your sweet spot. He brings his arm over your leg and begins pressing his thumb into your clit.

Your orgasm come crashing over you and Fred’s tongue doesn’t stop until you do. Your gripping his hair so tightly you think you might pull some out. Your eyes roll back into your head as Fred continues working you through your high. Eventually he pulls his face back and looks up to you, you losen your grip on his hair and he lets your leg down.

Your legs are weak as you place a hand on the wall to steady yourself, Fred chuckles standing up to support you. His face is now in the stream of the shower and has washed the remaining juices from his beard. Your head falls onto his chest as he runs a hand through your wet hair.

You stand there for a moment, catching your breath and allowing your legs times to stabilize. Just as you have regained strength he picks you up and pushes you against the cool tile wall before sliding into you. He kisses you to muffle your sounds as you wrap your legs around him moving in unison before climaxing together.

Today is your girlfriends last day with flights leaving around 6pm that night. You wake up at 6:30 that morning and realize Fred’s side is cold and empty, you wander into the kitchen and the lights are off, Fred’s car is still parked in the driveway. You make coffee and check your phone and don’t see a message from him. You are sitting on the couch when you hear the door open and Freddie enters in his workout gear, sweat dripping down him.

“I thought I’d be back before you woke up” he explains. “I wanted to get a run in before everyone woke up” he explains bending down to kiss you.

“You need to shower babe” you joke pulling away from him. He leans forward wrapping his arms around you pinning you to the couch as he kisses you. “Babe you’re gross” you joke as you feel his sweaty arms tightly wrap around you. He picks you up “I think you need a shower too” he says.

“I believe I had one last night” you grin at him as you wrap your legs around him as he leads you to the room.

He pulls you tight to his chest “weird you have sweat on you  now” he says smirking.

After your shower Fred gets dressed as you stay behind to blow dry your hair. You look at the clock it’s almost 8am now and Oliver is likely awake. You head to the living room and see him on Allie’s lap as she reads to him. Ollie see’s you and his face lights up “Oh, is mommy done having fun with daddy?” she quips as your cheeks go red.

“We were thinking heading to the beach for lunch” Fred says saving you from your friend’s embarrassment.

“Sounds like a great idea” you respond as your friends exchange glances on the couch.

You pack everything and dress Oliver in his bathing suit with a t-shirt and a bucket hat. You settle down on the blankets and set up the umbrella and chairs before pulling your dress over your head leaving you standing in your red bikini. It is a string bikini that hugs your curves and hangs low on your hips. The fabric covering your chest is tight, showing off your breasts.

“Jesus” Fred says lightly with a huge smile on his face. Your friends hear and look up.

“How do you look that good? You don’t look like you had a baby, ever” Carlee scoffs.

“I think dating an athlete helps” you respond.

Fred shakes his head “No, this is all you.” His eyes still haven’t left you.

“Well chasing this guy helps" you say kissing Oliver before rubbing sunscreen on him.

You sit on the beach making sandcastles and playing with Oliver throughout the day. Oliver is sitting in the sand, “I think he is bringing half the beach back with him” you joke resting your head on Fred’s shoulder. He looks over to see your friends have wandered to the bathroom, leaving you alone. He uses a finger to tilt your head up to his and he places a soft kiss on your lips you move to deepen it when you hear Oliver laughing to himself.

“I’m going to take him to the water, try and rinse some of the sand off before putting him in the car” Fred says kissing your forehead. You sit up, removing your head from his shoulder as he grabs Oliver and runs with him to the water.

When they get to the water Fred sets him down, and walks in with him. He is a little scared of the waves at first but quickly gets over his fear. Fred continues to play with him, splashing him, and pretending to fall over when Oliver tackles him in the water.

You sit on the beach watching the interaction unfold as Fred keeps playing with him in the shallow water. A huge smile is on Fred’s face, while Oliver’s laughter fills the air.

“Oh my god that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. How do you not want another kid with him?” Allie questions sitting down beside you.

“If you don’t want to I’ll do it” Carlee jokes.

Sitting there you can’t stop smiling, seeing Fred as a dad is the greatest thing you’ve ever experienced. And you do want more kids with him, just a bit more in the future. You snap a few pictures of them, capturing the large smiles on both their faces before posting them on Instagram with the caption My boys <3.

Next Chapter

[leniiva]

Salami

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Crack fic - From the archetype au!

Summary: The real reason why Lucas never drinks any of the court's god alcohol.

@interactive-watchers @welcometo-theinfintelibrary

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Their head was pounding and Lucas could faintly taste something overwhelmingly sweet on their lips. Cracking their eyes open, they hissed as the light hit their eyes and sat up. They were in the library’s reading area, the cloud-like couch was a dead giveaway.

“Good-fucking-ender what the hell happened?” Lucas muttered. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes before a loud cough filled the room. Lucas yelped, almost falling off the couch.

Lucas’ eyes flicked around before it caught the sight of light blond hair. They visually relaxed once they just realized it was just Fagel. “Ugh, Fagel what in the world happened last night?” They asked.

Fagel snorted and tossed them something. Lucas caught it with ease and squinted down at the camera, looking at their friend with suspicion Lucas opened up the gallery.

“I guess I found why you don’t ever drink that god crap.” Was all they got in response.

Oh no.

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The video opened to a bottle. It was a dark green bottle with a large base that tapered into a narrow bottle lip. It had a cream-colored label written in a language that was more curvy than it was readable.

The video swerved to the side to reveal Lucas staring at it with a look of pure conviction. They stared at it once before grabbing it. Turning the bottle around their hands a few times before they turned back to the camera.

“I’m only trying this shit once okay? Ollie sent it and Aster isn’t here-”

The video bobbed up and down as if the person behind it was saying ‘yes yes get on with it.’ Lucas squinted back and stuck out their tongue at the camera before they uncorked the bottle.

The footage cut out the moment the first drop hit their lips.

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“Oh ender no,” Lucas whispered. They selected the next video with clenched fingers.

Fagel only crackled in the background.

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The video cut into view. A loud giggly laugh filled the air and the camera bobbed up and down as a drunk looking Lucas came into view. They were on the floor, their back leaning against the back of a couch with the bottle empty and carelessly tossed to the side. A blue screen sat right in front of them, Lucas was holding something down and they turned to the camera.

“Wh-why is XD? Xeno-? Di-Dick? Xenoblade-Dickface!” Lucas asked with a bright, yet loopy, smile, “Wh? WHy iS he SUCK A DICK?”

The camera shook for a moment as if the person behind it was trying to stifle their laughter. Lucas pouted up the camera, “FaaAAGGIE? CHUrrrrO????” They whined and the screen in front of them shook, a loud groan erupting from the screen. Lucas let their hand fall and the screen flickered to a gray.

“WhY dOES Mr. XeeeenoBlade-Duckface Suck? HE’S SO MEAN TO MR. MINE-CcRAFT’S AnD MrS. KRiSTIN’S KIDS!” Lucas whined, “THESEUS? TUBS OF BEES? UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WILBUR SOMETHING SOMETHING, THE ONE WHO FUCKED A SALMON AND BILL THE SEXY PIG MAN-!”

Lucas fell to the ground, their hands on their face as tears fell down their face, “tHosE MOTHERFUCKERS DoN’T DEserVE THE SHIT! MR. XENOBLADE DICKFACE PUTS THEM THROUGH! I-”

The camera fell to the ground and you could see a person with wisps of blond hair double down, shoulders shaking in laughter that overwhelmed the loud sobbing of the crying knight on the ground.

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“Fagel. Oh my ender, Fagel- what the fuck did I do?”

“Your best-”

“MY WHAT?”

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The video started with the camera being set on a desk. There was a blur of brown as someone ran across the screen. They were too fast for the camera to really pick up who it was. The video only really caught something, a blur of blue being thrown across the room to where the other person ran to.

A loud voice, drunk on god wine, exclaiming, “IMMA GONNA BEAT HIS ASS, FAAAAAGILY CHURRO!”

“Oh fuck yeah, go for it.”

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Lucas felt a shiver of dread run up their spine. Lucas looked at Fagel and they smirked before tossing a familiar gray screen.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” Lucas muttered as they caught XD’s chat and stream. Lucas dropped the camera to the side, “What the fuck did I do, oh no no no.”

They tapped the screen and cringed. There was a new stream that was barely ten minutes long called ‘The cryptid’.

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The stream started from XD’s perspective. It was sunset and everything appeared to be normal until he looked up. The world flashed a bright white before quickly turning into a pitch black. It quickly reverted back but the stream cut to XD was holding his head. A familiar bottle was next to him, it’s thick glass leaving a dent in the roof of the house he was sitting on.

The stream cut out before cutting back into XD holding a sword. He was walking down L’manburg. That was until something sounded behind him and he quickly turned to where it was. A mount of glitchy bedrock flickered into being right in front of him with a crooked sign mounted onto it.

As XD wandered closer, he could see that It had the sloppy writing of someone drunk as hell, ‘mR. XeeenoBlade DuiCkface sUCks, wITH HATRED LuLuNotLuKU!’ XD stared at the sign and whispered a quiet ‘oh no.’

This was the last part and it cuts to XD sleeping. He was in an elegant bed, with pages and books surrounding him. He looked peaceful until a loud sound shocked him awake. A sword materialized in his hands and he turned to his door. There in the doorway, the light only showing their silhouette, was a drunk as fuck Lucas.

They started at each other for a silent moment before Lucas turned to the sky and screamed out a single word that shook the DSMP to its very core.

“SALAMI”

That single word reverbaded in his head, hurting it with the echo and he could hear the loud crackling of someone in his chat. Lucas turned back and started running towards him. XD screeched as a fist slammed into his face before a blinding flash of red and green filled his vision.

Looking around, he found no one there. The stream ended with XD confusingly rubbing his bruising face.

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“Oh fuck oh fuck…. How??” Lucas whispered. They closed the window with wide eyes and turned back to Fagel. They had a wide smirk on their face and simply handed Lucas a tray of sliced bread.

“I hear that bread helps with a hangover!” Fagel snarked and laughed when Lucas threw the tray right back at them. It clattered uselessly against the carpet.

“You can’t tell anyone!”

“Too late!” They said, “Librarian, Aster and Salem already know!”

“FAGEL, WHY!”

[lunnanunna]

Mistakes Happen

STRAY KIDS Extra Member AU

Summary: Ollie does a solo live and chaos ensues.

Warnings: none

Taglist: @hyunmijung​ @galacticstxrdust​ @giant-puppy-yunho​ @kimonmars​ @soobinssmile​

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while, so here you go. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Ollie sat on her swivel chair hugging her knees to her chest. She had music playing in the background as she talked to Stays. Ollie had planned to do a Vlive today in one of the practice rooms at the company seeing as it had been a while since she’d done a solo one, plus she wanted to update Stays on how she was doing.

After the whole stalker thing went public, Stays had been flooding the groups DM’s and fancafe with sweet messages. They sent her little inspirational quotes, song recommendations to help boost her mood, and many, many, memes. (They knew exactly what would make her feel better.)

“‘Favorite song at the moment?’” Ollie read a comment. She leaned her head back going over her current favorites mentally. “Give me a second,” the dancer said as she pulled up her week’s playlist on her laptop. Scrolling through the list, she smiled somewhat sheepishly as she saw all of ATEEZ’s new album on her list. She hadn’t realized she’d done that. Though she wasn’t really complaining.

“Okay, I have two,” Ollie said, still looking at her laptop, holding up two fingers. “First one, Holo by Lee Hi,” Ollie grinned, looking at her camera. “She never disappoints.” Ollie then played the song and began to sing along. She swayed side to side as she read over more comments.

“‘Do you have a favorite Lee Hi song?’ Yes, yes I do,” Ollie said, then paused, tilting her head slightly. (Or maybe she didn’t?) “Two of her songs come to mind. First is Breathe and then No One. I can’t choose between those two, but now Holo will definitely be up there too,” Ollie nodded her head, giving a thumbs up.

“Actually, how about I just say that those are my top three, and they’re in no particular order,” Ollie added on, chuckling to herself.

When the song ended, Ollie put on the next song. Inception by ATEEZ began to play. Ollie smirked at the camera, then said, “Gotta support the little sister. Love ya Yoori! She’s probably not watching, but whatever.”  She laughed then began to bob her head along to the beat, dancing a bit in her seat. (She had memorized all of the choreo by now, but she still wasn’t allowed to actually dance yet.)

“The dance to this song is really powerful. Minho and I are planning to do a cover of it when I get the okay to dance,” Ollie stated, smiling briefly at the camera then turning back to her computer screen. She sang a bit more of the song, scrolling to look for another song to play.

Three-Thirty by AJR started playing once the song ended, and Ollie automatically began singing. She tapped on the desk to the beat of the song, looking at the screen again to read the comments.

“’I have you eaten?’ Not yet, but thank you for asking,” Ollie smiled. She leaned over to the side and grabbed a bottled coffee and a small sandwich. She had skipped out on lunch due to an upset stomach, and Chan had made her bring the sandwich, a bag of chips, and water with her. She had eaten the chips already, and swapped out the water for coffee. Now she’d eat the sandwich. Ollie didn’t want to worry Stay.

She unwrapped her meal and took a bite out of the sandwich. Silently, she chewed, having more than half of it by the time a ping came from her phone. 

Looking at the message, she saw that it was from Jisung. Apparently he was watching the live and felt the need to praise her for eating. Ollie snorted, taking another bite out of her sandwich.

She felt like she was doing better. Her appetite was coming back and she wasn’t as snappy as before, which was good, because Ollie hated getting mad at others, especially the boys. She had told the doctor about her migraines, and was told that that was normal, so there was that. Other than that, Ollie was pleased with her progress.

The girl kept on eating as she looked at her phone to read more comments. “‘I’m starting a new job, and I’m nervous. What advice do you have?’” Ollie read the question and thought it over. She wiped her hands with a napkin then threw the sandwich wrapper in the trash bin.

“Okay, so before joining Stray Kids I used to work at a cafe, a mini-mart, and a chicken restaurant,” Ollie listed off each place, ticking off a finger for each. “So after I left my last company and before I joined JYP, I had those jobs. And it wasn’t easy. My brothers and I had to pick up a few jobs at a time, so for me it was the cafe in the mornings on weekdays, then the mini-mart on weeknights, and on weekends I worked at the chicken restaurant.

“I think some pieces of advice that I can give is to try your hardest. Don’t focus on how others are doing around you. It’ll hold you back if you compare yourself to them. Be confident in your skills, but also humble yourself, if that makes any sense,” Ollie trailed off, trying to organize her thoughts. She didn’t mind having these deep talks with people, but normally, this was Chan’s department.

“If you know that you gave it your all that day – and that’s an important thing; go one day a time– then that’s all that matters. Learn from your mistakes and work on not making them again,” Ollie said, looking at the camera. 

She had actually struggled with this, only it wasn’t just with work, but with her past groups. Nothing ever felt enough. She felt back then, and still today, that as leader she could have worked harder. That maybe she could have saved either group from disbandment. But then she wouldn’t have found her boys. Ollie smiled at the bittersweet thought.

“I guess another thing I could add is this; Don’t worry too much on things that happen, whether good or bad. They’re all a part of a bigger plan, whether you believe in God, gods, or destiny, each stepping stone you take will lead you to a beautiful garden. Mine led me here. To Stray Kids. To Stay,” Ollie smiled, patting her right collarbone, where the word Stay was inked. It was currently covered by her t-shirt, but Stay knew it was there.

“I’m not sure if I answered your question,” Ollie chuckled nervously, realizing she may have gone off topic a bit. “But hopefully my words reached out to someone,” she shrugged, swiveling her chair slightly, using her right foot to push herself.

She smiled as she read more comments, giving her positive feedback on what she had just said. Ollie leaned back in her seat, holding her phone up to her face, her other hand playing with a strand of black hair.

She hummed along to the next song that was playing. It had no lyrics for her to sing too, but the melody was soft. Chewing on her lip, she scrolled through more comments. They all seemed to be centered around one thing. The title of the song.

Her eyes widened in realization just as a text from Chan came through. “Isn’t that your new song playing?! Turn it off!” Ollie turned to look at the camera.

She shot up to turn the music off, but one look and she saw that she had basically played more than half of it. In a panic she reached to grab the phone she was using to do the live and said, “I have to go now. I’m gonna be in big trouble.” Then she fumbled around to shut it off.

In her haste, the phone tumbled to the ground, and Ollie had to stop herself from swearing. She reached for the phone, took one last look at the screen, then turned it off.

Placing the phone back on the desk, she plopped in her chair. She let out a long breath already imagining the scolding she might get from both Chan and JYP for being careless. Groaning, she placed her head on the table.

After a few seconds had passed, Ollie began to laugh. She could only imagine what everyone watching that live must have seen. Ollie in her full chaotic glory. The boys would never let her live this down. And weirdly enough, she was okay with that.

Ollie’s Masterlist

[loudsuitlover]

Doctor Harry XXV. Pierdo verticalidad

BLUE’S POV

Ollie: So you mean you still haven’t told him?

The Golden Girls’ group chat goes crazy as I keep ignoring them. Harry’s thankfully not paying attention for he’s been too focused reading some research he’s found interesting. We’ve been in silence for hours now. I started studying from the notes he gave me for my exams on February and I gotta say they’re amazing. It’s clear he wrote them too because they’re so explanatory and full of tricks to remember stuff. All the conversation we’ve had is me asking him some doubts or him just randomly getting up and kissing me.

But no, I till haven’t told him about Marie’s beach house weekend getaway. He hasn’t asked either but I’m sure he knows something because both Adam and Mario are going and I’m sure they’ve talked about it. I don’t know what’s holding me back.

I want him to come along and I know it’d be good for him too because he’s been drowning himself in work like crazy lately and I think he needs to stop. When we’re not together, he’s working, and sometimes even when we are together, like right now, he’s working too. Yet I guess I’m still afraid of his rejection.

Marie: If you don’t tell him, I will.

Jason: He’s going to say yes!!!

Ollie: You guys are dating for crying out loud. When are you going to believe he actually likes you?

And then here it is. That’s the problem. Dylan never went to Marie’s beach house because it was The Golden Girls exclusively and now that it’s the first time that we are bringing companions… I always thought it would be him… But…

“H”

“Yes?”

“Mmm… Do you have plans for the weekend?”

His green eyes shift from his laptop screen to my face and I notice the change on his breathing. He licks his lips and shakes his head.

“Would you… Maybe like to go to Marie’s beach house for the weekend? With me? Adam and Mario are coming too.”

He just stares at me in silence for the longest seconds. Oh God, he’s going to say no.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want.”

Still nothing.

“Look, just forget I asked.” I fake chuckle.

Lord, I knew it.

“Do you want me to go?”

“I just invited you.” I frown. “Why would I if I didn’t-”

“Why didn’t you invite me sooner?” He licks his lips. “You’ve had plenty of chances and you never said anything so I thought you just didn’t want me there.”

I search for the annoyance on his eyes but I don’t find it. Wouldn’t that matter to him? I frown and look down at his notes.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He chuckles. “The fact that we’re together now doesn’t mean I have to be included on every single plan of yours. You can still make plans with your friends and not me, that’s fine.”

“Yes, but this time all my friends are bringing their partners and they happen to be your friends too so it would be so rude of me not to invite you.”

He smirks. Oh, no, now he’s going to think I just invited him because it would have been rude of me not to. That was his point all along and why did I say it like that?

“That’s not what I wanted to say.” I pout. “It came out wrong. I didn’t tell you anything sooner because I didn’t want you to reject me. You’re very busy and I just didn’t want you to feel forced to tag along to a plan that might not be your cup of tea.”

“Why would it not be my cup of tea?” He narrows his eyes.

“I don’t know.” I shrug.

“A weekend away at the beach with my girlfriend and friends… I’m trying to look for the part that you think might not be my cup of tea.”

When I look at him, he’s frowning, pretending to be deep in thought and I end up chuckling. He smirks at me again.

“Like I said, it’s okay if you want to be on your own.”

“I would love for you to be there.”

He holds my gaze and I know he’s now weighting the truth in my words so I just hold his and let him examine me. I pout and give him puppy eyes and his stern expression then breaks when he grins. His eyes drift to his laptop once before he looks back at me.

“Fine.” He smiles.

“Cool.”

He chuckles through his smile and gets back to his document but I point a finger at him.

“There will be no laptop though.”

“What?”

“You can’t bring your laptop.”

“What do you mean I can bring my laptop? I have everything on this computer, what if I get a call and they need my report on something?”

“They can do it themselves.” I shake my head. “It’s your weekend, H, you need to disconnect.”

“I’m not going to get on my laptop and work deliberately, Blue. I’m talking about an emergency.”

“Well, they can solve an emergency without you, Harry. They need to learn to respect your time for yourself.”

“You need to learn to respect my job’s my job.”

My lips set on a thin line as I challenge him. He can’t keep doing this to himself. He behaves like he’s 50 years old and has a family to look after and a job at some office where he could get fired any minute and that’s just not his scenario.

“I’m not going to fight you on this, Blue. I’ll bring whatever the hell I want to bring and that includes my laptop.”

“Fine, then I’m disinviting you.”

His jaw clenches. He’s getting mad and it’s been a while since I don’t piss him off but I’m doing this for him. He confessed to me it didn’t make him happy to work so much so I’m going to remind him. I’m not saying I want him to get wasted and do silly things, I just want him to be able to go out for the weekend to just be Harry and completely forget about the hospital and everything else.

“Are you seriously prohibiting me from working?”

“Don’t make it out as something it’s not. I’m not prohibiting anything, I’m just saying if you’re coming with me to spend a weekend away, you’re coming with me to spend a weekend away and that means no work. I wouldn’t meddle in your work if I didn’t know how you feel about it but I know you’re not proud of the way you handle it so this is not me prohibiting, this is me caring.”

He looks ahead, away from me, and stays silent for God knows how long. This is ridiculous, I need to get back to studying.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m counting to ten.”

“Are you really that mad?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to say yes.”

“To what?”

“Not to bring my laptop, are you happy now?” He gets defensive and I don’t like it. “Do you feel a little more superior now with your rules? Are you happy that you score another point?”

“You’re a jerk.”

And my voice croaks. I know he’s referring to the no weed policy and it hurts me that he would use that against me. I don’t know how hard it’s being for him not to smoke weed because I don’t really know how often he used to smoke or whether he has some sort of addiction. He told me he didn’t but no one ever says they do. I get back to his notes before he can say anything else.

“I hate it when you insult me.” He says calmly.

“And I hate that you think I’m trying to control you just because I try not to have you doing self-destructive things.” I confess. “My rules” I throw all the disgust and hurt his words gave me with that “like you call them it’s just another way of caring about you. I don’t want you bringing your laptop to Marie’s house for the same reason I don’t want you smoking weed and even though you think that’s some personal shit of mine, it’s because you don’t do it in a healthy way and I don’t like it when you don’t treat yourself right.”  

With that I just get back to studying and ignore his attentive stare as I draw a diagram on my notebook but I can hear him breathing until he stands up and walks towards me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re right, I’m a jerk.” I look up at him because I secretly love that he knows how to apologize. “And I’m very lucky to have you.”

“It’s okay.”

He leans in and presses his lips against mine.

“Are you almost done?” He asks on the crook of my neck before he presses a kiss there too.

“Not really.” But I tangle my fingers on his hair.

“Come on, I want to cuddle after your demonstration of affection.”

I chuckle at how silly he can be.

“I suppose I can study snuggled on the couch too.”

“Uh, uh.” His hands grab my arms and take them away from the table before he holds my torso and lifts me up from my chair. “No more studying today, baby. You need a little mental break if you don’t want to have a mental breakdown.”

I chuckle against his lips and he grins because he knows he won. I kiss him back already standing up and his hands just move from my torso to my ass.

“Let me take your mind off and get you off.”

I laugh but of course I let him.

And two days later we’re in his car and I’m giving him directions to Marie’s house.

“You sound like you know how to drive.”

He glances at me as if he had said that testing the waters and I swallow and choose to ignore him.

“Is it because of Dylan’s accident?”

My shoulders tense up.

“Yes.”

He quickly glances back at me and I know he’s surprised I answered. I guess he thought he was going to have to insist a little more for me to tell him. He glances at me again.

“Keep your eyes on the road.”

“Sorry.” He clears his throat. “I just… Have you not driven since then?”

“No.”

His eyes drift to me again and I point to the road. I decide on talking on my own accord so that he doesn’t get us both killed.

“I don’t know why but… Ever since the accident I just… I got behind the wheel and just froze. It was like my feet didn’t work and I couldn’t step on the pedals.”

“But… You were not in the car, were you?”

“No.” I swallow. “But I heard it.”

I take a deep breath. It takes me by surprise that I can talk about this. And inside a car to make things more incredible but I actually think I want to tell him.

“We were on the phone.” I whisper. “When he crashed, he was talking to me on the hands-free, obviously so I heard it.”

“Fuck, Blue.” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t know that, baby. That must have been terrible.”

Okay, now I’m crying. But that took long. I sob and wipe my tears trying to get it together but Harry just rests his hand on my knee and doesn’t say anything. He lets me cry and I am so grateful for that.

“It was.” I sob. “I can’t… He was listening to this song by Sebastian Ingrosso when it happened and I just… I can’t listen to the song without hearing the crash on my mind.”

“Fuck, baby.”

He turns the radio off and I cry for a while embraced by his silence. I never imagined the most comforting thing to cry to was having his hand on my knee and his silent presence. I’m lucky he asked that right after he got on the highway so that I don’t have to give him any more direction for 34 kilometres.

When I manage to find my regular pattern of breathing, he gives me a side glance and a smile and I feel it like an arrow pinning on my heart.

“Thank you.”

He smiles.

“No problem, love. You can talk to me whenever you want” he squeezes my knee “about anything.”

I hold his hand and bring it to my lips and he glances at me with a stern but pleased expression. I let go of his hand and smile.

“You really suck at keeping your eyes on the road.”

He chuckles.

“You’re very distracting.”

“Sorry.”

“No problem, there are barely any cars and this road looks like an Scalextric.”

“Did it take you very long to drive?” I ask him. “After the accident, I mean.”

“Hell yeah.” He nods. “Like a year, I’d say.”

“And how did you do it?”

“Well, obviously with therapy and help… Mostly from Adam. It amazes me, still to this day, how he managed to be by my side and help me get out of that dark place I was when he had been on the accident too and I mean I… He… You know what happened to him and he still was never mad at me or anything.”

“It was an accident, babe.” I whisper. “He wasn’t mad at you because he had no reason to be.”

He swallows. I know that’s hard for him to believe but it’s the truth.

“It also amazes me that you’re here.” He whispers. “All things considered. So thank you.”

I hold his hand that’s resting on his thigh this time and kiss it again and he smiles. I place it on my thigh afterwards and he only takes it back to change the gears or place it on the wheel.

“Adam is one of the kindest guys I know.”

He says that so out of the blue it has me questioning why he brought it up and when I don’t comment anything on his random thought, he quickly glances at me and answers my silent question.

“He asked me whether you liked him.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“Told him I didn’t know.”

“Why? When you could have just told him sure, she does?”

“Because would that be true?” He shrugs. “I don’t want to put words on your mouth and I genuinely don’t know whether you like him or not.”  

“It bothered me that he told you I was at my dad’s and that he used Marie to get that.”

“He didn’t use Marie. He likes Marie. A lot.”

And you? Do you like me?

“Well next time tell him it’s not me who has to like him but Marie and so long as he doesn’t hurt her, there’s no problem for me.”

“So you don’t like him.” He smirks.

“That’s not what I said.” I frown.

“You didn’t say you liked him either.” He laughed.

“I don’t- I don’t really know him.”

Harry nods.

“Would that be a problem for you?”

“What?”

“If I didn’t like him.”

He sighs.

“Well, the only reason you wouldn’t like him is because you don’t know him so no, it’s not something that worries me.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

“I’m telling you” he grins, amused with this “he is one of the kindest guys I know. I mean if you had gotten to properly know him around the first time you met him, you might have fallen for him.” He raises his eyebrows in his signature this-is-my-point face. “That’s how great he is.”

I smirk.

“And why would I not fall for him if I get to know him now?”

He glances at me with a teasing smirk.

“Blue! Your best friend is dating the guy! Keep it in your pants, lady!”

I laugh and shake my head.

“Take this turn to the left and then on the stop sign turn to the right and that’s it.”

“Alright.”

“What about you? Do you like my friends?”

He shrugs.

“I don’t really know them but they’ve always been nice to me and they put up with you so they deserve some credit.” He jokes.

I swat his arm and he pretends it hurts while I laugh.

“I like Marie the most even though I know she doesn’t always like me.”

I smirk.

“She didn’t use to like you, that’s true. But you guys are like friends now.”

“Why do you say it as if it was a bad thing?” He chuckles.

“Because you guys are more alike than you think.”

“No, I know we’re alike. That’s why I like her.”

I chuckle at his fake narcissistic comment and he chuckles along.

“Well, then it’s her who doesn’t see it.”

“I mean it’s definitely there. We both like you, Adam likes us both. I think that says something.”

“I like you both.” I add.

He glances at me as he stops on the stop sign right before Marie’s road.

“What? It takes you as a surprise that I like you?”

“To be quite honest, yeah.” He chuckles.

“What? Why?”

He shrugs.

“It’s right here. This is Ollie’s car. Park here but do elaborate while you’re at it.”

He chuckles and starts pulling over so he doesn’t look into my eyes while he speaks but instead in every mirror and through the windows.

“Sometimes I wonder, you know, if we hadn’t fucked that night we went out for dinner or if my looks weren’t irresistible for you” he jokes “would we be friends? And I think on my part of course but… I think…”

The honk of a car interrupts him and when we both look at the source of the distraction, we see Olivia smiling like the Cheshire cat on her car honking and her headlights pointing at Marie and Jason who are dancing with cocktails on their hands right in front of it. They both grin at us and motion with their hands for us to join them.

“Are they already drunk?” Harry chuckles.

“Probably yes.” I explain. “I didn’t warn you but this weekend is madness. This is the Golden Girls full on so don’t be afraid if-”

But I can’t finish my warning because Olivia opens my door and gets me out of the car pulling from my armpits with her tiny hands. Harry just laughs and like that Ollie and I join Jason and Marie on their weird dancing.

Marie and Jason scream like teenage girls as if we hadn’t seen each other in years and Olivia and I laugh. I see Harry carrying my bag on his shoulder and talking to Mario who’s taking Ollie’s stuff out of her car and a smile makes its way on my face.

“We need to make a few more mojitos so we can have a proper baptism toast.” Jason says “but this weekend is promising.”

Marie gets teary eyes and the three of us laugh.

“No, guys, I’m serious. I’m so happy you think that and I’m very glad you all are here.”

“Of course, Marie Anne.”

“Okay, now let’s get inside because I’m freezing and those two are carrying your things.” She giggles.

I watch Harry greeting my friends and for some reason enjoy very much the way JJ gives him a bro-hug and can’t fight my shit eating smirk as we follow Marie towards our room.

Harry and I are getting the last room on the first floor and next to ours there’s one just for Jason. On the second floor, there’s Marie and Adam on Marie’s parents’ room and Olivia and Mario on the other one.

I turn to investigate Harry the moment I close the door and my friends move to the second floor to check Olivia’s and Mario’s room. Jason follows them.

“This house is ridiculously huge.” He says.

I smile with lips closed. He should see my Dad’s house at Capitol if he thinks this is ridiculous. He has a look around the room but I watch him. I don’t know when I became this insecure about my friends and my lifestyle but I guess I just want him to feel comfortable around us.

The room has sea views and a floor full of fake fur carpets and the bed is made with a thick duvet and a very soft blanket on top that look like a lion’s mane. If I look too long at the bed I might lie down and don’t come out of the room again.

“This place is really nice.” Harry smiles. “Do you always stay in this room?”

“No, I usually stay upstairs with Marie because it’s warmer there and you know how sensitive to the cold I am.”

“Yes.” He smiles. “Well, we’ll have to cuddle.” He shrugs. “Are you okay? You’re weird.”

“I’m fine.”

I tilt my neck when I hear the knock on our door and Harry raises his eyebrows.

I call in whoever is outside and it’s Adam who opens the door. Only then I realize he’s the only one we haven’t yet seen. Harry grins widely at the sight of his friend and gives him a hug.

“Hello, Indie.” He smiles at me.

I remember my conversation with Harry on the car and find Adam’s behaviour endearing so I give him a warm smile.

“Hi, Adam. It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you too.” He grins. “I just came to say hi really, I was getting the fire started when you guys arrived.”

“Nice.” Harry says.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go control the amount of alcohol Marie is pouring on those mojitos.”

Harry laughs.

“Yes, you should.”

Adam closes the door when I put my bag on the bed and open it to get my toilet bag out.

“Such a nice, kind guy Adam is.” Harry says and I chuckle.

I’ll admit I’m a little worried about the last bit of our conversation on the car when he intended that he didn’t think we would be friends if we didn’t fuck. That hurts me and the fact that it surprises him that I liked him?

And the fact that I am a sharing a room with him instead of with Dylan.

That too.

Before we can start a conversation, there’s another knock on our door and Harry just chuckles. This time it’s him who opens the door and Ollie gives him her best behaviour eyes.

“Nice sweater, Harry.” She smiles.

She’s too much. Harry frowns and gives me a confused look but I just brush my friend’s behaviour off and he chuckles.

“Thank you, Olivia.”

“You can call me Ollie, you know.”

“Noted, Ollie.”

My friend walks past him and paces around the room for less than a minute before she lies on the bed and rolls over herself like a little girl on a pile of autumn leaves. She mindlessly tell us about the new bathroom on the second floor but I know she just doesn’t know how to tell us what she came here to say. I almost laugh when I see the way Harry’s looking at her as if she was insane. She kind of is.

“What do you want, Ollie?”

Harry’s green eyes shift to my figure and I can hear his silence reproof on my bluntness but I know my friend. She sighs and lies on her side, resting her head on her closed fist and sinking her elbow on the bed.

“Guess who got an internship in Paris.” She smiles.

“In Paris?” My eyes opened wide.

“Yes! Isn’t it great? The city of light, the city of love!”

No, it’s not. It’s horrible. Paris is very far away and with how busy our schedules are with the hospital practices I’ll see her what? Twice a year?

But I can’t tell her that. She’s grinning like a kid on Christmas and her body is radiating so much energy I feel guilty for thinking like that. I’m just going to miss her a lot.

“Yes!” I lie smiling. “It’s great.”

“It’s on the maternity unit too! We had an interview on Skype and my tutor is so cool, she’s this French blond badass with French bangs and a lot of determination and I searched her on Google and she’s so smart too, she’s got lots of articles on Science and Nature. I can’t wait to work with her!”

She looks like a teenage girl who has just been given her first kiss, she’s all giggles and euphoric excitement. I’m happy for her, of course I am… I just feel like crying if I think about next year without her.

“I’m so happy for you. You deserve this, Ollie.”

“Thank you.” She smiles.

“What did Mario say?”

She smiles timidly but her eyes look sad suddenly and she plays with straps of my bag on the bed.

“He was very happy for me. Actually he offered to go with me to my first official interview. He’s so sweet…”

“A weekend in Paris with Mario?” I smile.

She giggles and I feel Harry walking closer to me.

“I know.” She bites her lip before she gets up from the bed. “What do you think, Harry?”

“I think it’s a great opportunity and I think you’ll do good.” He smiles at her.

“Thanks.” She melts with his smile and I roll my eyes. “Now, you two get to the living room. There will be time for shagging afterwards.”

“Olivia, get out of here.”

She finds her way out laughing and Harry chuckles with eyes closed at her cheekiness. When we hear the door, I catch the way he’s trying to hide his smirk.

“What?”

“You’re a terrible liar.” He chuckles. “You do not want her to go to Paris.”

I sigh and take a seat on the bed next to my opened bag.

“Of course I don’t want her to go to Paris! She was the first person I met at Uni and we’ve done this together and… I always thought our first year of residence would be together too.” I shrug. “I guess I’m just not ready for things to change and I don’t want to have her that far away.”

“Yeah, I understand.” He smiles.

“Also, poor Mario! It’s been so hard for him to get her and now that he finally has her, she’s slipping through his fingers.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely not as happy as she think he is.”

I tilt my neck to look at him and he shrugs.

“Guys talk too, you know.”

“What has he told you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He smiles and when I’m about to complain he leans down and presses his lips against mine. His fingers intertwine with mine in the middle of the kiss and he makes me stand from the bed.

“Now let’s go get you a mojito.”

When we make our way outside, the scene takes me by surprise because we’ve never really have these many guys around. They’re all a little older than us too and it kind of feels like were turning older ourselves. Ollie is leaving us to go to Paris and I wonder if everyone else knows and I was the last to hear about this or whether she came tell me in my room because the rest don’t know it yet. I wonder how they’d take it, what they’d say; but I know they will be supportive despite their real feelings.

After dinner, we all sat down on the couches near the fireplace and have a game at Party and Co; boys against Jason’s angels. He said there was no need in adding in changing the name of what was clearly aimed to be  the girls team to Jason’s angels, specially because according to him there was zero units of angels among us three; but I guess it was just Ollie’s way of making him feel special.

We’re halfway in the game and winning because the boys suck when I stand up to get myself another drink. I pour some Sprite for Harry too even though he didn’t ask and I hear Jason and Mario discussing the last point the boys lost in mimics. I chuckle at the way Mario seems so invested defending why they deserve the point when they didn’t get it right when I feel someone standing behind me. Adam smiles at me.

“I’m so glad you finally decided to invite him.”

Tilting my neck, I follow the trace of his gaze until my eyes land on Harry who is sitting down next to Mario and smiling at his interaction with Jason.

“You could have too, you know.”

“Oh, he would have never come had it been me inviting him.”

“Why not”

He gives me a knowingly look but smiles.

“He would have said he didn’t want to bother you.”

“As if he could.” I smile.

He just shrugs and pours some rum on a glass, I take it for Marie, and opens a bottle of whisky, I guess for himself.

“Well, I’m very glad you did.” He continues. “This is what he needs, really, to hang out with friends and just disconnect from work and… I’m happy he’s got you.”

He’s starting to make me nervous. I can feel the heat on my cheeks and my neck. I give him a side glance but he just chuckles.

“I haven’t seen him like this in forever.” He nods his head. “He’s happy.” He shrugs. “And it’s because of you.”

“He’s helped me more than I’ve helped him.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “But still, look at him.”

I tilt my neck so I can see him. He’s smiling, now talking to Jason about Lord knows what, but he seems a lot more calmed than usual. I like seeing him with my friends. It’s an endearing image.

“I am not like… Mad at you or anything.” I announce. “Just so you know.”

He frowns as he gives me a confused look.

“I didn’t like that you used Marie to get information for Harry but-”

“What?” He frowns, horrified. “No, no, no, I did not use Marie for that or for anything. I would never do that. I like Marie. A lot.”

His eyes set on my friend who looks gorgeous as she scolds Olivia with her eyes wide opened and her lips set on a thin line and I sigh.

“Well, I just wanted you to know that I… I don’t mind you.”

He smiles.

“I think that means you like me.”

I frown as I grab both my glass and Harry’s and he grabs his.

“Marie told me you’re much like a cat. Maybe little hugs or kisses but if you need a friend, you call Indie. She’ll be there for you.”

“That’s right.” I smile. “I do not like to have my personal space invaded.”

“Unless you’re Harry…” He adds.

“Unless you’re Harry.” I laugh with him.

I take a seat next to Harry and offer him his glass of Sprite and his eyebrows raise as his eyes widen in surprise. He wasn’t expecting it but he smiles gratefully and takes it. I give him a little smile but quickly look away so that my brain doesn’t melt with his dimples.

As we keep on playing, his hand finds my knee or the low of my back and he draws meaningless patterns against my jeans or my sweater or just rests his hand against my body. I am grateful for his warm and his closeness but I don’t reciprocate because I’m drunk and because it’s embarrassing for me to display my affection for him in front of my friends.

After we win the game, Jason plays some music and approaches us swaying his hips like Shakira and like that Olivia’s up too. Harry leans his back on the cushions on the couch and gets comfortable and before I lie on him and embarrass myself on his embrace, I stand up and dance towards my friends, who are happily cheering at me.

I don’t know how long we danced for but at some point Olivia refills my drink and I drink that one too. I start to feel dizzy and my friends start to look prettier. I giggle when I realize Jason’s staring at me.

“Harry’s fun.” He all but yells.

I tilt my neck to see him and check whether he heard that but he’s laughing hard at something Mario said and my eyes wrinkle as I grin at him. He looks so good when he’s happy.

“He really is.” Olivia adds.

“You have to stop giving him the eyes.” I raise my eyebrows at her and she grins.

“What”

“You know what I mean” I get closer to her face so I can lower down my voice “you flirt.”

“I’m seeing someone.” She grins.

“You’re not denying it.” I close my eyes.

Olivia just laughs. We’re both joking though, I know she would never ever do anything that could hurt me but I’ve still noticed how she looks at him.

“He’s a fucking God and a girl’s got eyes.” She admits. “But… To begin with, he is crazy about you; he couldn’t care less about any eyes being given to him and…” She grins “I really like Mario, there I said it.” She giggles.

Jason’s jaw falls opened and his eyes open wide. I grin at my friend.

“I love him for you!” Jason hugs her. “And have you seen the way he looks at you Well done, girl. And you, Indigo Blue, you haven’t said it but I’m guessing now that you guys are officially a thing, you’ve come to terms with the fact that you actually like Harry…” He tries.

“No shit, Sherlock!”

The two of them laugh and my eyes drift back to him. I more than like him. I look up to him.

Marie and Adam join the party on the improvised dance floor and I still watch Harry laughing with Mario. I want to hear whatever it is he’s saying. I wonder whether they’re talking about past experiences and I find myself walking towards them like a moth flies to the light. I haven’t told him, but I love hearing about his life, his past and all the reasons that made him the person he is today. I don’t really like the dark bits but because I hate that he’s suffered so much but I gotta say, even though at the beginning out of all the emotions I thought I could feel admiration was never one I considered, I am amazed by his strength.

When I get to them, Mario’s still talking but Harry’s eyes are on me and he’s giving me a wide grin. I’m going to take a seat on the couch but his hand holds the back of my thighs preventing me from doing so. Instead, he guides me to sit on his lap and after doing that, we are both facing Mario who grins at us.

“You know what’s the best part of dating Olivia?” Mario asks us and we both shake our heads. “Look at her, she’s so into dancing that she doesn’t notice I’m not there.”

I throw my head back and laugh because he’s right. I’m sure she would go crazy if Mario was to appear on her back and dance with her but if he doesn’t, she’ll happily dance nonetheless. She doesn’t really need him to have fun and the fact that he likes that instead of feeling intimidated or left behind by that is the reason I like him so much.

“I’m so happy she found her way back to you.” I smile at him. “You’re awesome.”

“Thank you.” He laughs it off but he’s blushing.

“After what happened with Jack, I was afraid that she was going to get even worse with the whole not having feelings for the male population shit but here you guys are.” I shrug.

Mario grins.

“She’s never said she’s got feelings for me but I’ll take it.” With that he stands up from his spot of the floor. “And now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go try to participate on her dancing party.”

Him leaving leaves me alone with Harry and when I tilt my neck to look at him, he’s smiling at me. I smile back.

“You’re very smiley” I push his hair back from his forehead “and very handsome.”

He chuckles and his hands move up from my hips to my waist where he gently pinches me.

“You look hot.”

I sloppily grin at him and he laughs.

“And drunk.” He adds.

“I am a little drunk.” I confirm. “But are you having fun”

He nods and my eyes drop to his pink lips. He licks them so I know he knows and I smile. His phone rings and both our eyes set on the screen. Hampstead. I look back at him and his jaw is clenched. He gently holds me up I take it so he can answer the phone but I still confront him.

“Are you kidding me? It’s 11:30 pm on a Friday.”

“Exactly, that’s how important it might be.”

“I’m so tired of this.” I shake my head.

“I’m tired of this too.”

With that he picks up the phone and walks away excusing himself from the noise. I sigh and look away until my eyes find the balcony. I need some air.

I discreetly make my way outside so that my friends don’t notice and follow me and I walk the short distance from the door to the balcony and the rail and rest the top of my thighs against it as I hug myself trying to warm up from the cold around me. I should have taken my coat.

I watch the sea, seemingly angry in the winter cold, as it roars and threatens to get closer to the cabin only to step backwards as if someone was holding it back. I wonder if that’s how Harry feels with me, I wonder if I’m being too much, too annoying or if I’ve ended up being as controlling as Javier.

I get mad at myself. I’m drunk, but I can still clear my thoughts. I don’t know who I’m even doing this for. The door cracks open only to be shut after somebody’s feet and I don’t turn around until Mario rests the low of his back against the rail. He’s lighting up a cigarette. I didn’t know he, likewise Ollie, smoked.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do when she leaves for Paris.” He confesses.

I give him a side look and take a deep breath.

“Me neither.” I whisper.

He sighs and shuts his eyes before he turns his body around so he can rest his elbows on the rail.

“I won’t tell her that, obviously, but I don’t think I can even tell her how I really feel about her without her freaking out and like probably ghosting on me again.”

“I wish I could tell you what I think she’ll do but honestly Ollie’s pretty unpredictable. She likes you though. I can tell you that.”

“I know.” He smiles. “I mean she hasn’t told me but she doesn’t have to. I can tell.”

He gives his cigarette a puff and we both stay silent for a few minutes. I can’t really tell him that I think Olivia is just running away from him because she’s scared, can I? I guess I can’t even tell Olivia that.

“Mario”

He looks at me.

“If someone called you from the hospital right now, would you answer?”

“Sure.” He frowns.

“Do they usually do that?”

“What?”

“Call you when you’re not even working at ungodly hours?”

“What? No!” He frowns. “Oh, you’re talking about Harry…”

I look ahead and sigh.

“He puts too much pressure on himself…” He offers “But I guess he’s not as good as he is for nothing… Is that why you looked sad?”

“I’m not sad… I’m just… Worried that I’m being too annoying… I just want him to disconnect, you know, to be able to be with me or with his friends without worrying about the hospital; but I’m afraid that’s just who he is, you know, that he is Doctor Harry 24/7…”

Mario smiles.

“I think he needs that. You know, before he met you, he was… He’s always been kind and nice but he’ll go home straight from the hospital and then straight back to work in the morning.”

“But he used to date Camille, didn’t he?”

“Did he tell you that?” He frowns but his tone just sounds shock.

“No” I shake my head “I just heard Camille and Dulce talked once and I mean we’ve mentioned it a couple times but he’s never given it much importance.”

“Well, yeah, I don’t think it was very important…”

I nod. Is that how he feels about me too? Would he not talk about me either if we broke up?

The next person to join the outside low mood party is Jason but he’s a lot nosier than Mario has been, probably because he’s a lot drunker too. Mario and I chuckle as he clumsily approaches us.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing in here.”

“Well, go back inside!” I laugh.

“No way. I want to talk about Olivia too. Why does she have to leave?”

Mario smiles.

“Don’t we all wonder?”

“I think you should ask her to stay.”

“What are you talking about, Jason? No! We have to support her. That’s what friends do.”

“Friends also stop their friends when they’re running away from something good.”

I roll my eyes. Oh, Lord, he’s going to mess up. Mario gives me a confused look, Jason hiccups, I want to kill him. The door cracks opened again and Olivia and Harry walk outside.

“Here she is!” She tells him. “I told you.”

Harry walks towards me but this time he doesn’t grant me any smiles. I look away from him but feel him standing behind me.

“Aren’t you freezing?”

He doesn’t give me time to answer or even to turn around before I feel his warm arms wrapping around me and pulling me against his chest and covered with his thick warm coat. Without even processing what’s going on, I welcome his embrace and wrap my arms around his waist. One of his arms rests on my shoulders and pull me to him and the other rubs against my back to warm me up.

“Olivia, love, why don’t we go inside?” Mario guides her inside.

“Yeah, I want to cuddle.” She pouts.

He chuckles and carries her inside so Harry, Jason and I are left alone.

“Blue, about what I said earlier” he starts.

“It’s okay.”

He takes it I don’t want to talk about it and lets it be and my eyes meet Jason’s.

“You guys…” Jason sighs. “I know it’s terrible but I miss David…”

Harry stays quiet. I don’t know whether he remembers his name or whether he just knows he helps more now by just listening. I do the same.

“I know he was terrible and a jackass but I loved him” He shrugs. “And know I’m all alone and you guys are all in love and it’s just me all alone here.”

“You will never be alone until the day that I die.”

Jason smiles drunkenly before he starts telling Harry about David and I just stand there and let them talk. I like feeling Harry’s arms around me and I like the way he listens to Jason and acknowledges his feelings and validates them.

It’s soothing to me too because even though he’s not talking to me, seeing his reaction to his kind of anticipates how he would react if I ever told him about Javier and that comforts me in a way I can’t explain.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go inside.” Jason smiles.

We watch Jason leaves in silence. Strong arms are still pulling me close to him and keeping me warm when he speaks.

“That David was a dick.”

I laugh. I don’t think I ever told him the girls and I used to call him David Dick but I might as well have. I look up at him and nod instead.

“So tiring with the “you’re mine, you’re mine”, sounds like one of the seagulls from Nemo to me.”

I throw my head back and laugh again but he’s just grinning down at me. It fascinates me how his sense of humour is so strange, he doesn’t even recognize when he’s being actually funny. I shake my head.

“I’m sorry” He says. “I’m not tired.”

I sigh and move my hands from his waist to his chest.

“I’m sorry too. I just want you to relax but sometimes I forget I don’t have a say.”

“You do have a say.” He corrects me. “But I already didn’t bring my laptop, this was just a phone call…”

“I know.”

He nods slowly and his eyes drop to my lips. I tilt my neck back so my mouth is closer to his and he leans in until the space between us disappears. His lips open and close against mine, encouraging me to do the same, and his tongue, wet and warm, slips through my parted lips and make me suck on my own breath. Pecking his lips a few times, I gently push his chest away and escape his embrace.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m going back inside.”

I try to walk away from him, but his arm has snaked in front of my body and is now trapping me between his body and the rail as his hands rest on it. I am caught on his trap when I look up into his green eyes. He smiles devilishly at me, much like a child who’s done something wrong, and I feel all my senses melting under his spell. The way his face moves with every expression is mesmerising and the fact that this man decided to be in a relationship with me makes me feel like a perfect woman.

“What are you doing?” I whisper. “Don’t be silly, let me go.”

Harry shakes his head but his eyes never leave mine. I can see how much he wants me on his eyes, the way he looks at me, the intensity he’s holding. I know I have got his undivided attention and I also know for now he couldn’t care less about anything else in the world. He’s here, he’s now and there’s nothing else in his mind.

“What’s so funny?” He smiles.

I haven’t realized I was laughing until he said that. I don’t know what’s funny. I might jut be nervous or excited or happy.

“Nothing.” I blush.

“You don’t know what I’m doing?”

I frown amused and tilt my neck to the side like a confused puppy.

“I’m fucking you with my eyes.” He whispers.

I roll my eyes pretending his words didn’t make my walls clench.

“Cause I want to fuck you” he grinds his hips against mine and pushes me against the rail and I can feel he’s getting there “for real.”

That’s it, he won, I’m all gone for. I kiss him. My hands tangle on his hair and one of his arms squash my waist against his body while his other hand rests on my thigh. I moan against his mouth but his tongue claims dominance and I let him. He slows down the kiss and my breathing calms down and his hands set on the lower part of my back and we just kiss, slowly and meaningfully, and I feel my heart beating in a frenzy.

He’s grinning at me after he pulls back but he’s silent and I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I could say that could possibly make it better so I just stare at him and I study his face and everything I love about him. I love his mouth and his eyes and his smile and his scent.

“Blue…” He smiles.

His lips part but before he can say anything else Marie’s opening the door and sticking her head outside.

“Guys, beerpong tournament. I signed you up and your rivals are already waiting at the table.”

I raise my eyebrows once and pat Harry’s chest as he sighs heavily.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to wait.”

He leans in and slips his tongue inside my mouth again.

“Just wait until I get you alone.”

[nostalthicc]

he’s not mine | jeff wittek

dad!jeff wittek x reader

summary: helping jeff raise his son was fun until she came back

warnings: angst, fluff, many mistakes

2.5k words

oliver was born may 28th, 2017

december 8th, 2017

y/n gave jeff a small smile as she stepped into his apartment, many baby toys were scattered across the floor along with camera equipment. she admired the cozy apartment, way bigger than hers but it felt homey. “i’m really sorry about this, i was completely rushing this morning and couldn’t realize i picked up the wrong phone.” she apologized as she handing jeff his phone back, thinking about the simple mistake she made this morning.

“i’m almost there!” y/n whispered into her phone. “please, stall a little bit longer, i didn’t think smoothies took this long.” she walked up to the counter, slamming her phone down, her foot tapped at a rapid pace as she wanted for her drinks to be done. y/n was so anxious she didn’t even notice the beautiful stranger place his phone right next to her own when he started to order. 

“y/n?” her eyes lit up when the man called her name, she quickly got her drinks, phone, and a few napkins before she raced out of there. it wasn’t until after her presentation did y/n realize she had taken the wrong phone, the screensaver wasn’t hers, the text messages coming through sure weren’t hers and the phone numbers looked unfamiliar. she started going into panic mode, how was she supposed to get through the day without her phone or let alone knowing who had her phone. 

she recognized her number pop up on the screen, she rushed out of class without a word, causing all heads to turn towards her but she could care less. y/n had important information on that phone she didn’t want getting out. “hello?” she answered, her voice shaking a bit.

the stranger was quiet for a few seconds. “i didn’t think thieves answered the phone they stole or left their own behind.” the masculine voice responded causing a wave a relief to flood over y/n.

“i promise i wasn’t trying to steal your phone! i was in a rush this morning and i didn’t even notice- i really wasn’t trying to steal anything-” she stopped rambling when she heard a low chuckle come from the opposite line. “i promise i wasn’t.” 

“i figured, i’m just messing with you.” he said, still continuing to laugh. “uh, so y/n, are you free right now to switch back? i can text you the address,” he asked after gaining his composure. y/n quickly answered with a yes, climbing into her car. her anxiety grew as she got closer to the stranger’s house, y/n already knew he had seen her private messages, she didn’t have a password on her phone and was not logged out of any of her social media accounts. but she was slightly relieved for her irresponsibility because he wouldn���t have been able to call her otherwise.

“you should probably pay a little bit more attention next time.” he teased, grabbing her phone off the kitchen table, returning it to her. although he was supposed to be filming a video he did find humor behind the situation, how many times do you run into someone with an identical phone and case as you. “and you should probably put a password on your phone.”

y/n sighed, starring down at the floor. “how much did you see?” 

“enough to know you’re in deep shit.” jeff decided not to sugarcoat it for this girl. it was not looking great for her. “i mean cmon’ sleeping with your professor- and in no way am i trying to pry but it just seems a little too risky.” 

“i know, i know, i’m just right at the end and he’s threatening me. i just can’t go down this close to the end.” y/n explained and it was all true, he paid for her housing, tuition, and held her future right in the palm of his hand. she didn’t know why she was explaining this to a guy she just met but he was as of now the only person that knew. she told him about how her professor is blackmailing her, about her father’s will opening when she graduates, the perfect job waiting for her when she gets out of college and he just sat there listening like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

for the first time in a long time, jeff realized people who came from well-supported backgrounds could have complicated lives as well. they were interrupted by the loud wails of his son in the bedroom. jeff excused him before returning with a baby in his arms. he watched as y/n’s eyes light up at the chubby baby cuddling into his father. “you like babies?”

“like would be an understatement, i love babies!” she gushed, trying to contain her excitement while starring at the child. jeff walked over to y/n, gently placing his son in her arms. she gladly took him but looked up at jeff as if asking for permission, he gave her a grin before going back to his seat across the couch. y/n placed the baby’s feet on her knees as she admired his adorable face. “you might be the cutest baby i’ve ever seen, look at your cheeks.” her baby voice surfaced when she started talking to the baby, completely ignoring his father. he let out a toothless grin, showing off his gums. “are you smiling? are you happy?” 

“his name is oliver.” 

y/n lifted oliver off of her lap, setting him back on her lap. “hello, oliver. aren’t you just the cutest?” olive squealed again, earning a giggle from y/n. “yes, yes you are.”

june 17th, 2018

“no, please, please tell me it’s not more clothes,” jeff cried, watching y/n walk into the apartment with numerous bags dangling around her arms. ever since the pair became official y/n had taken it into her own hands to spoil oliver and jeff occasionally. she had become the motherly figure in his life, curing jeff of being a single father. 

y/n dropped all her bags directly on the floor by the front door, along with her jacket and purse to see her little sunshine who was playing with a yellow school bus and firetruck on the floor next to jeff. “hi, baby!” she said lifting him off the floor. “did you eat this morning?” she scratched his belly before turning to jeff, he gave her a thumbs-up without even tearing his eyes away from the computer screen. y/n rolled her eyes returning her attention back to oliver who remained swinging his truck around in the air. “do you wanna have a fashion show for your daddy? i think he would like that, wouldn’t he? we could show off our new clothes.”

jeff’s ears perked at her words but he didn’t look at her, he would have plenty of time for that. it’s why he played extra hard with oliver and let him stay up an hour past his nap time. alone time for the couple didn’t come often with a baby, even though they always seemed to find time for it. always. 

even though jeff hated y/n buying oliver new clothes almost every week, he had to admit he always looked adorable in them. he would constantly say his son could pull off anything, which was true. the last outfit was a sleeper with bear ears on the hood, bears on the feet and a brown fluffy tail on the butt. oliver was becoming cranking and begging to be put in his crib, even he could feel the sexual tension rising from the two. 

january 10th, 2019

“okay, one last present.” jeff said, pulling out a bag from behind the counter. y/n furrowed her eyebrows together as she looked at the yellow bag, she had told jeff not to go overboard and he had already given her an abundance of gifts, she really had no idea what this could be. she plucked the variety of colored papers out of the bag before reaching her hand into the bag, her hand was met with a soft fabric. 

“a onesie, oh jee, thanks. is this your pregnancy announcement?” y/n was sarcastic because she was still beyond confused what jeff was doing.

“shut up and turn it around.” 

y/n did as she was told, turning the onesie towards her face. to say she was shocked was an understatement, many emotions ran through her brain while reading the text. 

‘yeah i’m cute, i get it from my mama’

jeff and y/n had never actually talked about what oliver was going to address her as when he started talking, so for jeff to surprise her with this made her heart spin like crazy. y/n ran from her seat to hug him, soft sobs coming from her lips, mixed with a series of thank-yous.  

november 21st, 2019

jeff walked in the kitchen with a towel around his waist, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, little droplets of water fell from his hair onto his toned chest. y/n’s mouth watered as she stared at her boyfriend, she wanted nothing more than to push him back into the shower with her but she had more pressing matters at the moment. mini jeff. she had been trying to get oliver to eat all morning but he was settled on throwing it her instead of eating. 

“ollie, baby, please eat this,” she begged, a small whine leaving her lips. he was already not eating enough, underweight, and not talking. he was just turned two. all the doctors gave the same the response:

“he’s just a little behind, wait a few weeks.”

“don’t worry he’ll be talking in no time.”

“everything will be okay, just give it time.” 

jeff and y/n were tired of giving it time, the suspense was eating away at them, they really just wanted to know how to help oliver. 

y/n gave up on trying to get the baby boy to eat and instead let him play with his toys on the floor. jeff reentered the room, with clothes on this time. “stop worrying, please.” he said, kissing her forehead a few times, y/n went to defend herself but jeff cut her off. “i can see the worry of your face. we’ll be fine, go help erin and carly, we’re having a boys weekend.” she looked up at her boyfriend, pouting. she didn’t want to leave the boys, y/n has grown very attached to both of them. “go, before they kick my ass for holding you here for so long.” 

2 days later

y/n had a lot of fun even though she was away from her boys but she was reading by the end of the weekend to go home. she missed her bed. erin and carly were horrible roommates, y/n couldn’t see how they lived together, they both snored extremely loud and kicked anyone in the bad next to them. but no amount of back pain could have prepared her for what she was about to walk into. the first thing y/n noticed when she trailed into the house was the play pin surround oliver, she thought they had agreed he didn’t need one, the second was the smell, it smelt strongly of lavender in through the apartment. y/n hated lavender with a passion, it caused a rash to form on her chest whenever she was around it.

“are you the babysitter?” a woman’s voice brought y/n out of her thoughts. “i don’t know what time you usually come but we don’t need you anymore,” she spoke dry and uninterested, the woman was cleaning out a new set of bottles, ones with strange nipples oliver didn’t like. 

y/n decided to ignore the lady, she didn’t care about her. she wanted to see her baby and jeff. she made her way over to the play pin, oliver squealed when he saw, waddling his way to edge. y/n willingly wrapped the boy in her arms, breathing in his familiar shampoo. at least that didn’t change. 

“what are you doing? i told you to leave- jeff!” the woman was beginning to grow frustrated with y/n, especially when she reached for her baby. both females watched jeff scurry into the room, looking for a problem but his eyes only met y/n’s confused stare. “she won’t leave, tell her we don’t need a nanny anymore.” 

jeff turning to the woman as she continued to bitch. “just give me one second.” that was a straight jab to the chest for y/n, he didn’t even deny this crazy lady’s allegation and was starting to piece together who she was. “can we talk so a quick moment outside?” he asked, walking over to the girl. 

“that’s-” 

jeff began but y/n cut him off quickly. “polly? yeah, i figured.” y/n clutched tighter onto oliver, she was growing more and more afraid of losing him at this moment. “why is she here, jeff?”

“she wants to be in his life again, she said she was finally ready to be a mom.” he explained, oblivious to y/n’s breaking figure. “she texted me a few days back saying she wanted to meet him so i invited her over and they really did click.” y/n sighed sadly, she knew what was going to happen.

“so what? she wanted to meet up with ollie, our ollie ironically the weekend i was gone.” her sadness was morphing with anger, this isn’t fair to her. “god, jeff! what the fuck! she broke your heart and she’ll break his too, just wait! she wants your money! people like her don’t change!” she didn’t even notice she was crying into oliver reached up to touch a stray tear, her heart was splitting in half and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. 

she watched as his soft eyes turning angry. “i changed, did i not. or do you think i’m just like her, huh.” he seethed, defending polly like she had stuck with him through everything with their son. “just like the mother of my child?” 

neither of them said anything for a long time, starring at one another wait for a counter. “i’m so stupid, so, so stupid.” she mumbled, y/n wiped the tears off her face before looking up at jeff. “what was this? was i some substitute while you waited for who you really wanted? oh my god, i gave up my whole life for you guys, i-i literally don’t have anything.” her breathing started to grow heavier and suddenly she went back right to the day she first met jeff, panicking in her class because she thought she had lost everything. y/n choked on a sob, suddenly handing oliver to jeff before sprinting down the hall.

 y/n left jeff there wondering if he had made the right decision, she left him there having to watch his son cry for his mama, she left him there with a hole in his heart polly couldn’t fill. the only thing polly could fill was her wallet.

[theodorecanaryhood]

This time is different

Found a new obsession as I'm taking a short break from DC fanfiction. Discretion is advised as this fic is steamy af 😉

Diego Sechi x female reader

You had rotten luck with men lately. Since your shitty ex left you high a dry 4 years ago, not a complete lose as your little boy, Oliver, is a complete angel.

You worked your way up the ladder in the entertainment industry, mostly behind the scenes. But every opportunity that came knocking, you took it.

It was 6 weeks of working away from home and in Central London with high end models. Thinking they were better than you cause they were skinny, flat stomachs, salad eating bitches. You had no idea what to expect, but you missed Oliver like crazy. Your best friend, Alison, was looking after him.

You were just heading from King's Cross to st Alban's when you got a video call from Alison.

'Hey' you said answering with a bright smile,

'Little chap wants to say goodnight' Alison said as Oliver's face appeared on screen.

'Hey little angel' you said smiling at him,

'Mummy I miss you' he said, 'when will be home?'.

'Not long Ollie, few more weeks. Auntie Ali looking after you ok? I love you' you said, Oliver blew kisses at the screen.

'I love you too mummy' he said, though he was only 4, he was light years ahead with intelligence.

...

2 weeks you'd been here and you were getting homesick so badly. You just wanted to cry, didn't help that the woman staying in the room next to yours in the hotel was wheeling her son around. Made you homesick 2000 times more.

You weren't paying attention to where you were going obviously, that's when you bumped into this guy. Knocking his books out of his arms.

'I'm sorry' you squealed as the books sent a thud to the floor,

'That's ok, I wasn't looking where I was going' the stranger said as he picked them up. He stood up, pushing his glasses up his face and smiled shyly at you.

'I wasn't looking either, was just...nevermind, sorry again. I'm y/n' you smiled, holding out your hand. The man smiled and took your hand and shook it.

'Diego' he said, he was tall, blonde, strong jaw and from what you could see through his jumper. Quite muscular.

'What book is that?' You ask, pointing to the top one.

'The theory of quantum physics and string theory. And how they are connected' Diego replied. Damn, hot nerd alert.

'Most I read up on is how the heroic mouse saved Christmas' you chuckled, Diego gave you a confused look. 'I have a four year old son' you said.

'I see, well, must be hard to be away from him' Diego said, you looked at him.

'How did you know that?' You asked, Diego shrugged.

'Seen you before, never a kid though. Just assumed'.

'Well, you are correct. And yes it's very hard to be away from him. But he's in good hands' you replied.

'His dad' Diego shot back, you winced a little.

'No actually, my friend Alison. His dad left shortly before I gave birth. Haven't seen or heard from him since' you explained. Diego gasped a little.

'Sorry, I assumed again' you waved him off.

'No problem, happens all the time. By the way, what is your accent?' You ask, Diego laughs a little.

'Italian' he replies. Even bloody hotter you thought to yourself.

'Well, I better get to this studio if I want to keep my job. Which I do' you chuckle a little as Diego steps aside for you to leave.

'See you around' he calls out.

...

Models everywhere with next to nothing on getting interviewed, most of them dumb as shit, some extra dumb. Mostly just pretty people with 0% personality. You were doing up reports and statuses when a man's voice creeps up from behind you.

'Completely intolerable aren't they?' You jump and turn around, to find a hot blonde in nothing but swimming trunks.

'Kind of' you reply shy, the model starts laughing which confuses you.

'Y/n, it's me' he says, wait...Italian accent. 'It's Diego'.

'Holy shit you look...different' you exclaim. Diego laughs more as you turn red.

'Sorry I can't help it. I knew you didn't recognise me. The glasses and jumper' Diego said as he stifled laughter.

'Actually the fact you were wearing clothes was what threw me off' you say folding your arms.

'Ok ok, was wondering what you're doing after this' Diego asked you seriously. You looked at him shocked,

'Nothing really, why?' You asked.

'There's this lovely Italian restaurant not far from here, when I feel homesick I go there. Food is close enough to home. Want to go?' He asks you. The fact he was on full display with only trunks on made you flustered. And let's be honest, you wouldn't say no.

'I would love to' you smile, Diego does a little dance of joy.

'Awesome, I'll grab you from your room. Have to get clothes on' Diego says with a wink.

...

As promised, Diego came to get you and took you out to dinner. You got to ride in his sports car. Drink wine on a balcony under the sunset, plus the fact that Diego was talking to the waiters in Italian made it even more romantic. They say French is the language of love, but Italian is definitely up there.

Diego took you back to your room like a true gentleman.

'Want to come in for coffee?' You asked, Diego went shy and nodded.

'I'd love to' he almost whispered. As you walked in with him behind you, you took a breath. It had been 4 years since you had touched a man.

'Can I ask you a question?' You asked as you handed Diego his coffee while he sat at the little table and chairs, he nodded. 'Why are you a model? I mean, you're smart, like really smart' you said, Diego smiled.

'I started this to pay for my tuition, like how some people become waiters or strippers to pay for college. I grew up in a small town in Sicily, so I'm not from a wealthy family. I always loved science as a kid, so this is temporary' you briefly touched Diego's hand as you grabbed your mug.

'I get that, you are fitting for the role. But, you seem different to everyone else' you said as you sipped your coffee.

'You mean I'm not stuck up, in love with myself or thick as shit' Diego chuckles, you nod. 'Yeah, that's why I don't date models, they're too much into themselves as models and not as women'.

'I also get that, Oliver's dad was a fitness instructor. So all he cared about was being the biggest guy in the room'.

'Was he as big as me?' Diego asked you as he slid his chair round the table closer to you.

'No, smaller' you smiled, Diego leant into you closer.

'Can I steal a kiss?' Diego whispered, you leant in as to say yes. Diego closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you hard. You were so lost in the moment until a thought crossed your mind, you pulled away to look at Diego.

'Me having a son doesn't bother you?' You asked sincere, every guy you tried to date would leave after the first or second date. Because you have a kid.

'Should it?' He asked you, you smiled and grabbed his face. Pulling him in and kissing him again.

Diego picked you up and carried you over to the bed, throwing you down and kissing you more. On your jaw line, neck and chest.

'Don't stop' you whispered, you didn't realise how long it had been since you had been with someone. Too long.

'Only when you tell me to' Diego whispers back, Diego removes his clothes, then he removes yours.

'Wait' you say as you leant up and rubbed Diego's abs, which makes him laugh deeply, throwing his head back.

...

Lying in bed, the two of you have kissed for a while now. You were aching for him, he was aching for some release.

'You ready?' Diego asked as he hovered over you, you bit your lip as you nodded.

Diego slid his manhood into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then as you breathed, Diego began to thrust slowly into you.

'Uh' you moaned out in delight...finally some release from something other than a vibrators or your fingers.

Diego bit your neck and collar bone as his thrusts got deeper and harder. You were a writhing mess underneath him. Diego grunted with each thrust, kissing you again as he placed one hand on your thigh and the other on your hip.

'Switch over' Diego said as he rolled over and pulled you up, you now on top of him.

You slid back down onto his piece as you began to get a rhythm. Diego smiled at you as your rhythm got faster. Diego pounded into you from below.

'Fuck, y/n I'm close' Diego breathed out, you kept going finding your spot, you found it quick from your angle and sped up, going harder too.

'Me too' you breathed, Diego leant up and kissed at your tits as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

'Fuck' Diego said as he slammed back down, cumming into you. You following suit as you rolled your hips out, enjoying the last of your high.

You collapsed next to Diego smiling as he kissed your head, rubbing circles on your shoulder.

'Been a while since I've done that, almost forgot how good it can be' you whispered, Diego kissed you again.

'Will you be mine?' He asked you, you looked shocked and bit your lip again.

'Are you sure?' You asked, Diego smiled and nodded.

'Of course' you smiled and buried your face into Diego's chest. 'I also can't wait to meet Oliver' Diego said which got your attention.

This is it, this time is different, different to the rest. He's not running, he's staying. Staying with you, always.

[aftermathdb]

DEATH BATTLE Review: Black Canary vs. Sindel

So… Sindel for Injustice 3 then, or Black Canary for Mortal Kombat?

Gotta say, this being a Mortal Kombat episode and not really having the room to say Black Kanary is sorta annoying.

Well… Looks like they fixed… something here. These guys aren’t as nightmare-inducing as last time, but they are still kinda uncomfortable to look at.

Black Canary′s Preview.

DC History lesson time. A long time ago, the Justice Society of America were the first recorded instance of a group of Super Humans banding together to form their own group. This included plenty of crazy people, like a furry boxer, the manifestation of God’s wrath, and a Judo master known as Black Canary.

But the BC For this DC Rundown is the one that made it a household name, Dinah Laurel Lance. The second Black Canary.

Incidentally, Boomstick basically makes himself known as Barbara Dunkleman and Chuggaconroy’s love child in Canary’s rundown. I don’t know whether to cheer that thought on or to shudder at it, so I’ll leave it at that.

Anyways, long story short, Dinah would have not have started her Superhero career if not for a certain thing that happened to her.

Whether you believe that it was the Metagene or a wizzrd’s doing, Dinah developed the signature Canary Cry.

And as for a disguise, she originally wore a blonde wig, but eventually did a permanent dye-job of blonde. Or as Boomstick put it…

God, I love puns.

Dinah’s attack here is one of the most deadliest things in comic history, and when she amps it up, she can pull off so much crazy stuff that it almost sounds like Ollie is the one made of Kleenex.

With enough force, she can even fly. Doing so requires about 195 Decibels to do so, and I cannot tell you how much auto-correct was a friend of mine in writing the word “decibels.” That’s gotta be in the top 20 most misspelled words of all time or whatever.

Of course, this does lead into an obvious weak-point…

Attacking the throat disarms her voice.

Luckily, she’s basically a master martial artist to back her up, and Canary Bombs to do all the sonic screaming for her while she catches her voice.

This leads into a Wiz and Boomstick segment.

Also, yes. Expect that whole “CENSORED BECAUSE NIGHTMARE-FACE” thing to be a running gag for me. Hopefully until they f*cking fix that goddamn Boomstick smile! Yeesh! Not even the Joker makes me cringe that much.

Anyways, Dinah has some impressive feats, as the hosts go over

Then there was one time she did this:

Dinah also survived having her Canary Cry being reflected back at her. Admittedly, this is because of the “required secondary powers” trope being in action, but still, really impressive.

Now, Dinah once claimed that she could react to nano seconds. But that’s actually backed up. She outraced a Green Lantern’s scan on a robot, and has done some other crazy things.

And the end quote is pretty much the victory screen from Injustice 2. Which I can’t feel too upset about considering Sindel’s end quote.

Sindel′s Preview.

So, Mortal Kombat history lesson time. Edenia was a peaceful and prosperous realm, a Garden of Eden, if you will. Until the Outworld Emperor Shao Khan came along and grabbed it all for himself.

Feeling pretty good about himself, Shao Khan tried to take a shot at Earthrealm

Sindel turned out to be a Kung-Fu sorceress, who offed herself to keep Shao Khan’s next target, Earthrealm from being hit.

Khan’s answer?- Resurrect and brainwash Sindel and take Earthrealm by force.

And apparently, she could do it too. As the hosts point out, despite her being dead for a long time and the whole “From another realm” thing, Sindel is an expert in a couple martial arts.

And we also learn a few new things about Boomstick too. Like… How attractive he thinks Sindel is… I don’t blame him. Winx Club made me want to have the Wicked Witch of the West step on me. Speaking of witch, when Icy vs. Elsa?

Anyways, Sindel can create sonic screams known as the Banshee Scream, which can explode heads, rend flesh, or even strip off skin.

She can even concentrate them into balls of energy called “Star Screamers” And Boomstick brings up the obvious…

When Luna vs. Freddy Krueger, am I right?

Anyways, Sindel once used that Banshee Scream to blast apart a canyon.

It was comparable to a Magnitude 5 Earthquake.

For reference, that’s 500 Tons of TNT.

We get into our next Wiz and Boomstick segment…

Okay, can I just say that I really really appreciate it when the Wiz and Boomstick segments are used to further the analysis rather than just be there for a joke?- It feels a bit more appropriate that they went over Sindel’s strength level here than if this was just used as a joke piece for some gag that could have very well have fallen flat.

Tangent aside, they mentioned that Sindel is also comparable to Kabal, who could slash bullets from automatic weapons in midair. Putting Sindel at hypersonic levels.

She’s not doing so bad for herself as a… “Zombie MILF” (Boomstick’s words, not mine. Someone please ask what was up with that, ‘cause I’m sure as hell not doing that).

But whether you choose to follow the original timeline where she freed herself and retook the throne,

Or the new timeline where the coup was her idea,

You’re going to go down screaming if you stare down Sindel.

(Told you that Canary’s “end quote” was an appropriate compliment to Sindel’s)

The Battle Itself.

Luis and Kiid are maining the animation, Black Canary will be voiced by Blythe Renay and Sindel will be voiced by Caitlyn Elizabeth. , Brandon Yates is composing Sirens of Combat (Not spelled with a “K” unfortunately), and audio led by Chris Kokkinos.

So the fight story for this one is pretty basic.

It’s basically just Black Canary vs. Sindel in the tournament. And while I could make the joke of “We could have had the ‘FIGHT’ graphic come back for this” I’m… Probably going to redirect you to my DA Journal Entry where I point out that if they had really wanted to point to an episode to justify why they got rid of it, they should have chosen a better episode than Widow-Widow.

Back to the actual battle, right off the bat, it’s pretty easy and quick to see that Canary easily takes the speed advantage.

Sindel actually fails to land any blows until she grapples Black Canary and slams her around a few times.

Luckily, Canary has defenses for this sort of stuff, and counter-attacks. Also, I’m going to take this point and say that Sindel’s hair is really distracting. It’s like she’s just asking for it to be pulled, and given what Shao Khan basically does, that thought now fills me with squick.

By the way, if you’ve ever liked a beam struggle, you’re probably going to love a sound-based one!

Anyways, Black Canary manages to blow Sindel away and asks a question that I think a few MK fans have asked.

Sindel then states the obvious.

So we get into our finishing blow (Yeah, this one was kinda short)

Verdict + Explanation.

So, right off the bat, Sindel had some things that gave her an edge up.

Sindel certainly had strength in the bag.

But Canary’s seen and fought stronger. So it’s not a heavy-hitting edge.

Plus, Canary’s way faster.

Seriously. How does she not break Ollie when they put Arrows in the Quiver?

Plus, Canary has a massive edge in martial arts skills. She’s mastered over 15 while Sindel only really has two.

Of course, none of this really matters until we get into the big question: Which is deadlier?- The Canary Cry, or the Banshee Scream?

Black Canary’s current score clocks in at about 300 Decibels. Impressive.

Sindel’s score clocks in at 235 Decibels. Also impressive. But then Boomstick points out the obvious:

As it turns out, Decibels go up in logarithmic units, not geometric ones.

This means that Black Canary’s scream was over a million times more powerful than Sindel’s.

There was no way that Sindel was tanking any of that any time soon.

Like I said: Love child of Barbara Dunkleman and Chuggaconroy. Let’s throw Pearls Before Swine cartoonist, Stephen Pastis in there too.

Overall impression.

Short battle, but given that we’re getting 20 episodes this season, I’d say that this is a pretty good fight.

I’m not a fan of how they didn’t go over durability feats, I feel that that would have solidified the overall result a bit more. Admittedly, if each of them had just opened up with their strongest attacks, Canary would win that easy what with her 300 Decibel cry, but durability is one of the many major factors in the battle.

Also, Sindel’s hair was super distracting throughout the animation. Plus, we didn’t get to see a whole lot of stuff in the fight. If Canary had said something along the lines of “You’re strong… I’ve fought stronger.” in the battle, that would have better demonstrated that Sindel’s strength wasn’t anything new to her, and that she would be more actively moving to avoid hits.

7.6/10

Next Time…

So, remember how they said that Leonardo vs. Zits was originally going to be Leonardo vs. White Ranger, but was changed because of a poll?

We got ourselves a variant!

Is there a fight that you want me to review? - Send an ask/request, and I’ll look into it!

Do you want to read my fanfic based around DEATH BATTLE itself? click here!

Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…

Leader-In-Blue vs. Red T-Rex.

[melaninja-mo]

The Thoughts I Cannot Say - A series of fictional adult NSFW stories.

Chapter 1 - That Girl

I expected every head to turn when I walked by. Not because I was that gorgeous, although I was, but because I was charming. I fuckin knew it. I don’t sound modest, but truly I’m kind. I enjoy people. All people. I think there’s something interesting and wonderful about us all and that’s what makes me so charming. It’s one of my best qualities. I’m also a celebrity photographer, celebrity personal massager, and I tend to be unlicensed therapist for a few of them too in my spare time. I guess you could say, I know the right things to say to people. It gets me what I want.

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I sat, swinging my legs in the barstool I was at. I was throwing a “movie” party for lack of a better term. One of those parties where people are doing drugs, dancing, the music is blaring, there’s tons of people inside and outside, and cars line the street for blocks, and anything that wants to happen -does. As I mentioned earlier, I enjoy the company of people, and especially party people. I consider myself socially conservative, but I’m able to get out of my comfort zone with people who know how to party.

One of my favorite parts about parties was dancing, for two reasons. One, I loved dancing with men. I dressed sexier when I planned to party with a man. It worked every time. I dressed sexier, because when I begin twerking or grinding my body against theirs, I can feel their chest widen and breath slow down. They stand closer and begin rubbing you slowly. The second reason was dancing with women. I dressed & moved more androgynously or masculine when I planned to dance with a woman. I wanted it to be very clear my sexual orientation, just to keep things as clear as possible. Now, I loved dancing with women because everything about the process was an aphrodisiac. It starts with a flirty stare and subtle grin from a reasonable distance. If she wants to dance, she’ll begin walking toward me, to which I then begin to walk to her. She thens sees me about to speak and cuts me off by dancing. She pulls me closer to her and rubs her body against mine. She smiles occasionally then goes back to a doe-eyed, pursed lip smirk. It gets me every fuckin time.

At tonight’s party though, I hadn’t danced with anyone. For the first time actually, I’d been a bit tipsier than usual. I was just sort of smiling and yes, dangling my legs at the barstool. I grinned at my friend Olly, who was the bartender, he handed me another drink. I winked and proceeded to drink it. I then flashed my phone light twice towards the DJ, and signed to him “Start up the R&B”. And I do mean signed, we have found it easier to use sign language than screaming over the music. That’s another story though.

“Freak me” by Silk began to play and the crowd harmoniously said “Ahhhh shit” and began two-stepping with their drinks to the dance floor. I turned back to the bar and kept drinking. As I’m sipping this drink, I can feel myself getting more and more relaxed. The music started sound better and better, and I began to get that feeling; the one that makes me go dance. I sat there though, smiling while I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The room felt perfect. Just as I began to sway, I felt lips against my ear and teeth on my earlobe. About to melt into the chair, I opened one eye and look up to see a gorgeous, caramel skin girl with curly hair. At the sight of her, I got butterflies, and she fuckin knew it. She blinked slowly and sensually as she lifted a blunt. She knew me too fuckin well. I patted my thigh and she stood in between my legs. I moved her hair around from around her neck and kissed it while she lit the blunt. I sat back and could see her breathing slowly, it turned me on. I kept watching her as she raised the blunt to her lips and began inhaling. She liked doing this to me, because she knew I was reserved. By reserved, I mean I had rules.

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When flirting or pursuing a love interest, I do not smile wide, show teeth unless biting a lip, raise both eyebrows - only one can emote at a time. I don’t speak much unless I have to, I prefer silence. I also, do not make any official first moves. If someone does not pursue me, then the situation stays as is. Permanently.

When I met her, however, she made me break a few of my rules. The one about using both eyebrows, smiling wide, and pursuing others. I first saw her at another one of my parties. This was probably 6 months ago. It was probably around 10:30 to 11p.m, so upbeat music was still playing. She was dancing pretty hard with her friends and laughing. Her laugh was the first thing that caught my eye. Second, she danced well. I liked that, made me want to dance with her specifically that night. Third, I had never seen her at any of my parties before. I could only she her face and upper body and glimpses of her legs, because she was covered by the people around her. I was sipping a drink and smoking with my own friend, Wes. He pointed towards some folks he knew, we nodded and he walked away. I stayed in place, casually smoking, and watching this mystery fuckin beauty dance in my house. I turned to a couple girls who walked past me and smiled, I tipped my blunt. In that moment, she must’ve walked walked away because I didn’t see her or 2 of her friends. Just as I began walking toward the bar to give Olly the rest of the blunt, she tapped my shoulder and gestured for me to follow her. Raising both of my eyebrows I pointed towards my chest and she sauntered away playfully. I followed her down the hall.

My basement, where my parties were, was large and long. There was 17 ft bar on one side and a large open floor area with mirror walls everywhere else. There were couches and colorful lights. It sort of looked like an upscale strip club now that I think about it. Either way, there was a glass door that led to outside on the opposite wall; a hallway specifically with bathrooms and lounge rooms, and then the part where we were at- the other hallway. My other hallway had all locked doors. They consisted of my different studios and then my art room. As I got closer to her she grabbed my hand and put it on the keypad. She covered her eyes and smiled. I typed it in and we went in. I had my art room specially made. The ceiling is made to always look like a galaxy, and the walls are all screens too. There are paintings, magazines, glass cases with stuff in them. The room was also sound proof, so Olly or I could escape during the party or any of my closest homies for that matter. It’s like being in a dream world, and that’s why I have it.

When I looked at her, she was grinning and looking in every direction. I couldn’t help but smile too. She made me feel like it was my first time being in the room. She pointed towards the speaker and I nodded. She grabbed the aux and began playing “Can U Handle It” by Usher. Then sat on the carpet by the coffee table and began rolling a blunt.

“Holy fuck, am I tripping right now?” I thought to myself, keeping my composure. I intimidated most people. Most people can’t take the ominous silence I put them through, but she was doing it to me. I rolled my shoulders back and went to sit behind her. She smelled heavenly. A mixture of complimenting perfume and good weed. She sat back a little and brushed her side against my leg. I just watched. I didn’t even know what to do, because this night was going amazingly. I wasn’t even in charge and everything was fuckin going perfectly.

After she was done rolling up, I leaned forward and grabbed the ash tray from out of the table’s drawer. She stood up, turned around, and straddled my lap. I leaned back and put one arm over the back of the couch, and caressed her thigh with the other hand. We then began smoking. She would look at me then chuckle and look down followed by a hair rustle. I did my best to only smirk and not smile, but she was getting to me. We ended up smoking a few blunts to only the sound of music, while she sat on my lap. Occasionally we’d laugh, but no words were spoken.

At the end of the night, she gathered her things and walked towards the door. She called her friends who said they were just outside chatting & smoking with others and said she was coming to join them. When she hung up I stood up and smoothed my clothing. Before walking out she tilted her head at me, and slowly wrapped her fingers around my throat. She learned forward and bit my bottom lip then turned to walk out. All I could fuckin do is place my hand calmly on my forehead and stand there. This has never happened before. Not only do most men or women throw theirselves at me sexually, they throw theirselves at me. They’ll talk about theirselves, ask me questions, ask to bring their friends, ask to see my things, and more. It lessens the chase for me. I said earlier I do not pursue, and I meant that. This girl though, she was a fuckin dream. She was what I didn’t even know I wanted. I was so stuck on her that I waited for her every party. She didn’t come back for a while though. I saw her friends occasionally but never her. I thought I must’ve dreamt the whole thing, because of how fuckin perfect and sexually tense it was. Well, I felt sexually tense and when I met her the second time, I knew she did that to me on purpose.

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Coming back to the present now, she was still standing in between my legs. I massaged her lower back and brought her closer to me when she drifted. When we were done smoking her blunt, I had Olly make us a drink with two straws. I got up, holding her hand, and walked with her to my VIP corner couch. It consists of a couch on a platform, surrounded by a double sided mirror. I sat down and started to roll a blunt myself, while she began to dance slowly. The first few beats of “Would U Mind” by Janet came on and I was flushed with butterflies. The idea of this gorgeous fuckin girl dancing for me while we smoke & relax was too much. I kept my cool though. She rolled her body until she went into a squat in front of me. Taking the hint, I leaned forward and grabbed her chin. She got dropped from her feet to her knees slowly in front me. I couldn’t help but whisper, “Good girl” as she stared me in the eyes. She bit her lip and I kissed her. I proceeded to choke her while she kneeled in front of me. I was sitting on the edge of the couch positioned over her. Dominance & submission. I knew she fuckin knew what she was doing. When I let go of my grip, she took my hand and pressed in between her legs. I leaned back continuing to roll and mouthed, “Good.” She took a deep, slow breath while arching her back. We sat in the V.I.P until the party was over, occasionally sipping and smoking. I kept thinking to myself, “I hope she doesn’t leave me high & dry again, not again, please not again.” I got my wish. We fucked that evening after the party. She was the one.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

I Can’t: Part 3

Pairings: Seb Stan x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, introvert stuff… angst. IDK I’m bad at this kinda thing. Fluff & swearing as usual.

Word Count: 1,910

A/N: Looks like we got another one shot turned mini-series. Enjoy & Thank @magpiegirl80 for the adorable derp photo of her dog, Ollie & send love to my pups, Lucy and Skye!!!

Part 1 / Part 2

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‘So what are you up to tonight?” Seb texted roughly two months after you had started texting like he did almost every day. You took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully through your nose as you set your Mountain Dew down on your table and pulled up your messenger app. 

‘Apparently watching Jaws 3 for the millionth time on TV. So not a damn thing LOL. Why, what’s up?’

‘I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.’

He didn’t give you any time to respond.

‘I’m back in New York for a couple weeks; got in this morning. I was wondering if you would consider meeting me again maybe for dinner? Let’s say tonight at your house so that you’re not somewhere out in public and you’re somewhere you’re comfortable being. I’ll order pizza and I’ll even bring a movie from our list if you want.’

You stared blankly at your phone and reread the message a couple times before you responded with the only thing your brain could come up with.

‘But I live in Queens.’

‘Yea, you do. That’s what taxi’s are for. Don’t over think, sweetheart. I know I’m asking a lot from you but I promise, if I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t ask. So what do you say? Pepperoni pizza and ‘Reservoir Dogs’?’

A nervous, small smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

‘I still can’t believe you haven’t seen that, Sebby.’

‘So that’s a yes then?’

Your stomach turned a few times and you bit your thumb nail as you considered his proposition. Sebastian waited patiently for your response, which took about five whole minutes to come up with.

‘OK’

‘OK. Send me your address, sweetheart. I’ll come by in let’s say an hour. That way, you don’t over think it and back out. Is that OK?’

You nodded your head at the screen.

‘Yea’

Knowing that you were already starting to get anxious, Seb sent you a selfie he knew would make you smile.

‘YES PIZZA!’

With a giggle, you sent him a thumbs up and your address. He let you know he’d see you soon and you quickly shot your mom a text letting her know Sebastian was coming over to hang out for dinner and a movie.

‘Clean your bathroom mirror and don’t leave your clothes drying over the backs of the dining room table chairs. And for God’s sake, PLEASE put (and keep) some pants on! A little mascara wouldn’t kill you either.’

‘Yes, boss lady.’

You responded sarcastically as you kicked your foot rest down, set your laptop on the coffee table and went to go get ready.

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“Lucy, hush.” You scolded as you gently put your foot on her chest and carefully moved her back away from the front door she was barking at. “Hush, you’re fine, mouthpiece.” You tried not to psych yourself out as you unlocked your front door and pulled it open with shaky hands.

“Hello.” Sebastian said behind a large, fake, handlebar mustache. “My name is… um… Bass. Yea, we’ll go with that. I am not a famous actor what so ever, and I’m here to hang out with a pretty lady. Not an actor though.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you stepped back.

“They won’t bite. They’ll just smell you.” You said as you pointed at your dogs. He nodded to himself and smiled behind his mustache as he pulled open your screened gate door and instantly bent down to say hi.

“Hi puppies. Hi! Are you good girls?” He asked as Skye jumped up on his thigh and Lucy wagged her short tail (which meant her entire body) to say hi as she sniffed his jeans.

“Alright, let him in.” You said. “Let him walk, Luce.”

“They’re alright.” He laughed as he crouched down in front of the pair. Skye, being the little shit that she was, stood so her front paws were on his muscular thighs and when he bent over to get kisses, she snagged his mustache and took off at a run for something new to chew on. “Well that lasted long.” He laughed as you scrambled to grab your dog to keep her from choking on the fake hair piece.

“She’s a little shit.” You said as you grabbed her around the middle and picked her up so she couldn’t run and hide. “We give her a new toy and within an hour, it’s missing all it’s stuffing and every appendage it has.” You held onto the mustache with your left hand and wiggled your left pointer finger between her teeth to push down her tongue and force her to let go of the hair piece. Once she did, you balled it in your fist and put her back down so she could turn and look at you indignantly.

“How old is she?” He asked as he closed the front door for you.

“Umm… she’s about six. She was about a year old when we rescued her and we got her in 2013 when my parents got divorced. Lucy is eleven, born on Cinco de Mayo.”

“That’s actually really cool.” Seb chuckled as he scratched Lucy’s head a few more times before standing up to look at you with a smile. You froze awkwardly as he looked at your face to try and commit it to memory before he gestured to the couch behind you. “So I know I said pepperoni but on the drive over I kinda decided I wanted sausage, too? I know you said you like both so we can do like half and half or whole… I’m not picky. I also brought this…” He said as he pulled out a DVD from his jacket pocket. “… and I figured we can find a pizza place around here that you haven’t tried before to try together. Give us a little adventure.”

“OK.” You said simply as you walked over and sat down in your usual spot. He sat down on the same couch but a little bit away from you.

“Just keep breathing. You’ll get used to me being here. I’m just another guy. It’s all in your mind… Oooo!” He joked as he wiggled his fingers near your head; purposely being extra goofy to make you relax faster. “So, let’s find some pizza.”

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“I love this part.” You said softly as you sat curled up in your spot and watched the Mr. Blonde cop torture scene set up. You shrugged as you reached out and pulled a piece of pepperoni off the slice of pizza on Seb’s plate. “But I’m twisted.”

“Yea, I got that.” Seb teased as he picked up his slice and ate it, not even caring that you stole half the pepperoni off it already. “Wait… is he gunna…”

“Oh yes he is.” You giggled. “Fucking love Tarantino.”

“Damn, and I thought I was messed up.” You smiled and barely glanced over at him as he took another large bite of his dinner. You didn’t know how he had managed to do it, but he got you to relax and forget that he was an actor within twenty minutes of him getting there with funny faces and seemingly never ending jokes. “Get it!” He cheered over the cop screaming.

“Oh he got it.” You said as you watched Mr. Blonde look at a severed ear before delivering on of your favorite lines ‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?’ You missed Seb glance over at your twisted smile and he shook his head.

“I feel like I should be worried about you here, sweetheart.” You let out a huffed laugh and shook your head as you rested it on the back of the couch and met his eyes.

“My mom has told me thousands of times that I find joy in other peoples misfortune. I legit laugh when I see people get pulled over when they do stupid shit. She thinks that’s bad. I find it hilarious.”

“I think I have to agree with you on that one. It is funny.”

“See, I knew I wasn’t the only one.” You said as your laptop started to ring on the coffee table in front of you. You glanced at the screen and reached out to his mute when Seb started to laugh.

“What does that say?” As he read the name you had Christine saved as in your contacts list.

“‘My Favorite British Cunt’. It’s a friend of mine that lives in the UK.”

“Answer it.” He laughed as he grabbed the remote off the table and paused the movie. You looked over at him with your eye brow raised and he nodded. “It’s fine.” With a small shrug, you answered it.

“Where the fuck’ve you been all day! I’ve a story for you.”

“I’ve been busy, bitch.” You said as you picked up your laptop and put it on your lap. “What do you want?”

“So you’ll never believe what happened to me…” She started as Seb reached over and slowly started to turn the laptop toward him.

“Bet mine’s better.” You laughed as the corner of his eye, part of his forehead, and some of his currently short hair appeared beside your face in the screen. Your friend’s eyes went wide as the laptop stopped moving.

“Is he there?” She asked as she pointed at the screen for confirmation.

“No, I bought a life size cut out and decided to hold it up next to my face, you idiot.”

“Piss off, ya cunt.” She said as Seb blinked a few times but otherwise stayed perfectly still. “I’ll let ya go then…”

“No, keep talking.” He laughed. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

“Oh, cause it’s that easy.” She laughed.

“This is Christine, by the way.” You said with a glance over at him. “She’s the Tumblr girl I talk about all the time a.k.a. my internet wife.”

“The fuck’ve ya said ‘bout me, twat?” She shouted.

“That you’re a terrible person who swears more than I do.” You laughed. “Tell me your story.” You listened intently for a few moments as she launched into the story of how her house key broke in the lock and how she and her fiancé got locked out of the house for a couple hours but your attention was claimed more locally when Sebastian moved out of the camera frame and carefully slipped his hand into yours. You looked down at it as he laced his fingers with yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“OK?” He whispered as you glanced over at him. You nodded subtly as you let your fingers relax around his hand.

“OK.”

“Are you even listenin’ ta me, wench?” Christine hollered at you.

“No, not any more.” You said honestly with a laugh. “Let me call you tomorrow, OK?”

“I hate you.” She growled as she hung up the phone without even waving good-bye. You closed your laptop and set it on your side table as Sebastian grabbed the remote.

“Keep watching?” You nodded in agreement as you turned in your spot toward him and let your knees rest gently on his hip. He smiled broadly as he picked his arm up and set it on your legs with your hand still in his. He hit play and settled back against the couch, happy that he was took another couple bricks down from the mental wall you had up.

Part 4