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blackynsupremacy · 7 months ago

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Movie Nights + Tickle Fights

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

pairing: clark kent x black!chloe sullivan

casting: tom welling and kelly rowland

contains: lots of words, fluff, romance, mutual pining, a bit of shyness, established relationship, chloe is a bit stubborn, playful banter, a bit of a makeout session, brief descriptions of gore and blood.

taglist: @rosiestalez @afrowrites @afrogirl3005

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summary: ever since they were in middle school, clark and chloe would have a movie night every other weekend at her place. this is the first one they’ve had since they became an official couple and chloe suggests they watch a horror movie tonight. clark is apprehensive because each time they’ve tried to watch one in the past, chloe would be too scared to finish it and won’t go to sleep. chloe ain’t no punk, so she makes a wager with her boyfriend.

the amber glow of the lamps that sat on the tables on either side of the long, cushioned sofa lit up the sullivan’s living room to set the exact ambience that chloe was going for. the soles of her bare feet made a soft, yet fervent patting sound on the hardwood floors as she paced back and forth to make sure everything was in its right place and that she was prepared with the necessities that her and her anticipated company would have everything they need for the night. she began to conjour up a mental checklist of the final details: collections of dvds? check. several tubs of ice cream purchased on dad’s credit card? check. warm and cozy blankets with pillows that are the right amount of fluff for cuddling? check.

chloe stopped her pacing to observe her figure in the living room mirror. the grey tank top she adorned exposed a bit of her waist and was met with a pair of white sweat pants. it wasn’t like he hadn’t had a glimpse of her bronze colored skin before considering it was part of her signature look in the daily rotation of outfits she owned. as she was adjusting the paisley patterned bandana that was secured on top of her black cherry highlighted bob that was perfectly curled at the ends, her stomach tingled with a rush of anxiety, but elation. this company she was expecting wasn’t just any company. this was clark kent. her best friend since the 7th grade and currently her first, serious relationship.

oh, no. this wasn’t just some casual, testing–the– waters type of connection. chloe and clark were locked in for real this time. no games, no ultimatum with smallville’s local sweetheart, it was just a real bond that got stronger no matter how much the circumstances tried to sever it. clark and chloe made the choice to be with each other and there was no regrets by either of them. the best part about this friendship turned budding romance was that this was someone she truly knew and truly loved. clark kent was her first, real, love since their youth. first loves can either be blissful or painful. trust and believe that chloe sullivan has experienced both at such an intensity. the source of bliss was just clark being…clark! the type of boy you bring home to mama well—dad in her case. his benevolence, humility, intelligence, charisma, empathy, and loyalty was a full package of its own. not to mention that clark was fine as hell! there are some cuties here and there at their school, but chloe believed that clark was too handsome to even be from this planet. he usually kept to himself, but whether he knew it or not, the girls were checking for the 6’3 raven haired, aqua eyed male always strolling in his signature flannel, jeans, and boots combo—and chloe was no different. these things alone gave her something more than butterflies and she learned to put more trust in him despite his…quirks.

now, even though they were tight for a good minute they definitely had some disagreements over the years about issues like the torch, clark’s weird secrecy, her natural nosiness as a journalist, clark not getting his priorities together when it came down between chloe and lana lang, his stubbornness and the type of guys she’s seeing that clark warns her about like she was his girl (he was right sometimes). sometimes these arguments would get so heated, one of them would cross a line to the point where they wouldn’t cross paths at school, that was the worst part. they eventually apologize, hug it out, and keep keepin’ on. even in the middle of a fight, when it really came to it, they were still down for each other!

they’ve always had movie nights over the years, but it was just a friendly kickback where they crack jokes, binge on junk food, and watch an R-rated movie from the secret stash when they knew they were just 13. that was very much platonic–until now. in a way, it was sort of like a first date, most couples would probably prefer a fancy restaurant, a picnic or night out in metropolis, but as along as chloe had clark by her side, she didn’t care where they were. she’s not tripping because they just started making things exclusive between them, so they’ll get there soon. she couldn’t help, but let a wide smile spread as her face heated up at thought of him.

speaking of her boyfriend. as if on cue, chloe’s train of thought came to halt when she heard the high pitched ring of the doorbell. her eyes shifted to the ticking clock on the wall that clearly read 8:00 PM on the dot. she shook her head to bring herself back to planet earth before taking a deep breath and power walking to the door. she elevated her bare heels off the floor to peer through the peephole because you’ll never know who’s really there until you check. she lovingly sighed with relief as her boyfriend’s tall frame came into the view of the circular looking glass. he looked like his hands were tucked behind his back. chloe assumed it was just the rest of the snacks that clark agreed to pick up for the evening. the smile on her face doesn’t leave her glossed lips as she took the opportunity to unlock and turn the doorknob to the right before she finally removed the barrier that stands between them.

“hey, hey!” she greeted him, flashing a smile. her voice in her head register due to her excitement yet her nerves wrestling in her stomach. she swallowed it down and took a step back, so that he could enter through the door. “come on in! you’re right on time and i see that you’ve come bearing gifts?” she quipped, crossing her arms and leaning a bit to the left to peek at what was concealed behind his back. clark chuckled and flashed his own award winning smile. his cheeks tinted a light pink before he replied, “hey! i’m glad because i thought i was too early. oh, yeah! i stopped by the store and got some of our favorite toxic waste.” one of his arms came from behind to reveal two plastic bags filled with snacks and sodas for both of them to enjoy. “i used all my savings to make sure we had enough to last us through the night and i got you these…”

chloe’s brown eyes gazed down at the bouquet of pink peony tulips that were beautifully arranged and by judging of the vibrant, blush hue of the petals, they were obviously home grown and well taken care of before being delicately packaged. her pupils dilated at the bouquet as he set the bags down on a nearby table to take a step closer to her, the tulips the only thing in between them. she felt the temperature of her face rise again. her gleaming smile meeting clark’s before shifting her eyes to the flowers in his large hand. “clark i—thank you so much! you know you didn’t have to—“ he cut her sentence short. “no, chloe, i wanted to. i’ve realized that this is the first time we’ve spent some time alone since we’ve made things official and even though it’s not on a big, fancy date, i wanted to show you that this night is special to me just as it is to you, so that’s why i wanted to show up with more than just the usual teeth-rotting junk.” they briefly laugh before he resumes speaking, “so with a lot of help from my mom, we grew these fresh on the farm and she said they represent ‘a perfect love and a new beginning’ chloe, i want this new beginning for us to start on the right foot. we’ve definitely had our share of differences in the past, but you’re someone i can always count on especially considering my—flaws and that’s why i want—no, need to stay by your side.” his proclamation was then cut short when chloe fills in the gap between them by embracing her arms around his torso, her head nuzzling securely on his chest. clark doesn’t hesitate as his own arms find their place around her upper body, bringing her in closer. his chin rested atop of her head, he can still inhale the familiar scent of the blue magic hair dress moisturizer she uses daily through the bandana.

“and i thought i could talk, but it seems i’ve truly met my match.” she murmured, listening to the sweet music of his heartbeat. “clark, i don’t care where we are or what we’re doing, i just want it to be with you and that’s more than enough for me.” she lifted her head to catch her gaze with his. her right hand slithering out from behind his back to delicately touch his beautifully sculpted jaw, the pad of her thumb slowly moving back and forth across his skin as she took a second to admire the contrast of their respective skin tones complimenting each other. “this love here will be imperfect. any love is, but there’s no one else i’d rather do it with.” she finally spoke before her toes aid in lifting her face up closer to his, placing a soft, yet lingering kiss on his cheek and she looked back to see that the boy’s face had matched the rosy hue of the flowers he’d given her. not only that, a bit of her glittering lip gloss left an imprint.

she lets out a laugh and wipes the residue off with her thumb. “my bad, clark! but, seriously this means so much to me. thank you.” she momentarily breaks the embrace and takes a step back to retrieve the flowers, butterflies emerging in her abdomen as their hands meet again to make the exchange. chloe takes a few seconds to truly admire the gift from the farm boy, bringing the flowers to her nose to take in their intoxicating scent. “you and miss martha really put in that work, huh? they smell and look amazing!” he admires her as she fawns over the flowers.

“you look amazing.” he chimed in. a smirk rising on his lips as he watched her take a pause. damn, that farm boy charm will always work in his favor. that compliment almost caused her brain to completely malfunction. chloe playfully rolls her eyes, a cheesy grin playing on her face as she walks to find an empty vase to fill with water before putting the flowers in. if this boy is saying this while i’m just in a tank and sweats, imagine if—girl, you better stop! she shuts down her inner voice before she responds, “aw, i appreciate it, boo! but flattery doesn’t get you off the hook from popcorn duty. you know where to find everything. i’m in charge of picking out the movie, so get on it!” playfully, she tapped him on the arm and picked up the bags of the other snacks, bringing them to the coffee table set before the sofa. clark snickered, shaking his head. yep, that’s the chloe i certainly know.

he nodded, accepting the task and made his way to the kitchen. he rummaged around in the sullivan’s pantry to retrieve one of the several packages of jiffy pop. he took a quick glance behind him to find chloe herself searching meticulously for a film to watch. he noticed how she furrowed her brows with focus as she read the titles and descriptions from front to back. her face scrunching up in disapproval before putting the vhs back in its rightful place on the shelf. she was definitely preoccupied enough for clark to turn his head back to the raw, packaged corn kernels that were sitting atop the stove. his pupils focused on the object for a few seconds as the heat started to radiate from his eyes. the foil began to expand wider the longer he stared. after about a minute and a half, clark, feeling accomplished at how much of a handle he’s got on his newfound ability, decided that the popcorn was prepared to perfection. he poured the snack into a large bowl for the couple to share and sauntered in the living room as his enhanced hearing picked up on sound of the mumblings of his girlfriend.

“no…no… ha, yes! got it.” chloe beamed triumphantly, holding the tape with her back to clark.

“it sounds like you’ve struck gold, so i’m guessing you’ve finally chosen what we’re watching tonight?” he questioned placing the popcorn down on the coffee table before making his way in her direction to stand behind her. his towering height made it possible to see the title cover of the film she carried. his eyebrows furrow before one of them raises.

“you want to watch ‘scream’ ? chlo’, i’m not sure that’s a good idea.” clark advises with a reluctant expression, placing his palm on her shoulder.

“what? why not, clark? i didn’t want to put on something cheesy. it’s been a minute since we’ve seen a good scary movie, you know. you’re not scared are you?” she seemed puzzled that this boy who has faced individuals that fit the criteria of her “wall of weird” at the torch would be frightened of a slasher film until he replied, “it’s not me that i’m worried about. it’s you. i remember when we were 12, you wanted us to watch ‘a nightmare on elm street’ and when it was over, you begged me to stay up all night with you watching ‘blues clues’, so you wouldn’t get nightmares—we haven’t watched a horror movie ever since. i didn’t really mind back then, but that worried me.”

chole dismissed his plea before turning her body to his, still looking down at the tape.

“mmcht! c’mon, clark. that was like what—almost 4 years ago? for one, i’m grown…ish! for two, i ain’t no punk because the way things are set up in smallville, i’ve faced worse than fine ass psychotics playing dress up and stabbing horny teens. you really don’t think i can handle it?” she challenged. a gaze of intrigue played in her eyes and she crossed one arm across her exposed stomach as her hand fidgeted with the tape.

“it’s not that i don’t think you can handle it, chloe. maybe you chose it because—“ he took a beat of pause, licking his lips before taking one inch closer to his girlfriend and adjusting his knee to meet her height and utter softly in her ear. “it’s just an excuse to get closer to me. the more i think about it, the more i think how adorable it is!”he stood back up to his previous position, cheekily grinning at chloe’s “pissed” reaction. a hearty, but dry faux chuckle leaves her lips.

“oh, ho ho. so you think i’m trying to get right? don’t get too hot, now. watch me sit through this movie without flinching. matter of fact, i’ll bet you twenty dollars and a week of free lattes from the talon that i can watch this movie and sleep like a baby. all. night. long.” she sized him up (the best she knew how) and pointed her finger on his very toned chest. lord, help me. this was the wrong time to start getting flustered right now.

“come on, chloe i don’t think—“

“what, clark? you scared? you know there’s something in it for you if you so happen to win. tell me what you want.”

he froze upon seeing her face this close. a teasing glint playing in those deep earthly pools of brown. her perfectly arched brow raising above the other as a smirk formed on her naturally lined lips. the shine of her lip gloss still hasn’t diminished from that kiss she laid on his crimson face earlier. clark wondered just how much—how much more would it take to get all that glittering substance removed from her lips? this was a challenge that he was willing to take on. only if she’s down for it of course, clark wouldn’t do anything that she wasn’t comfortable with and vice versa. he reciprocated the smirk to match her energy before responding,

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out. as a journalist, it shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

she snickered, shaking her head. typical clark. always playing “the man of mystery” all too well.

“it’s a bet. you better get that allowance ready to blow on your girl’s caffeine addiction.” she says before taking a step back and holding out her hand to shake.

“all i can say is may the best one win.” clark humbly utters giving her hand a firm, kent handshake to finalize the deal. he won’t say it, but he’s got this in the bag. he takes it upon himself to let chloe find her position on the sofa while he inserts the tape into the vcr. after pressing the “play” button, he returns to comfortably take a seat next to where chloe’s sitting with the bowl of popcorn on her lap for both of them indulge in. he places one arm along the back of the couch behind her shoulders and the other, reaching for the buttery snack.

the film opens as drew barrymore’s “casey” is conversing on the phone with the deep voice of an unknown man who calls her by mistake, but he wants to keep talking. there is some mild flirting between the two and he’s asking her questions such as what her favorite scary movie is and if she has a boyfriend. things then take a turn when he reveals that he’s been watching her the whole time that they’ve been on the phone. the scene heightens with suspense as the girl is locking doors, constantly looking over her shoulders, and aggressively threatens to call the police on this creep. chloe absentmindedly scoots an inch closer to clark as she watches, not knowing that he’s glancing at her through his peripheral vision. his heightened sense of hearing picking up the sound of the silent gulp run down her throat and heart rate increase in tempo by the time they watch the cloaked figure run through the house looking for his next victim after he guts the battered and bloodied football player from the inside out with a hunting knife. with each minute of the scene proceeding, she just got a little bit closer to the point her forearm was touching the side of his torso. with her this close in proximity, it sounds like her heart was going to leap from her chest! clark was now starting to get concerned, so he taps her shoulder and leans in to whisper in her ear.

“hey, are you okay? we can just drop the bet and watch something else, chloe. i want to make sure that both of us have a good time tonight, okay?” he peers his baby blues to her brown with the gentleman-like sincerity that martha and jonathan definitely raised him with. the hand that was behind her shoulders came slowly in contact with her skin to bring her in closer and reassuringly caress her forearm. chloe knew that clark’s eye contact had better communication than his mouth sometimes, so she knew he was really looking out for her. a smile was growing on her face as her affection, gratitude, and respect grew for him. ugh—what a man. it’s just those little things that he does that’s always a reminder to her of “why him?” why not him? god, if it wasn’t so soon she would just blurt out those three little words, but there was another three she had to confess to end this wager—forfeiting. she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak before she was interrupted by a shrill sound,

“clark, i—“

“RRRRRIIIIIIINGGGG!”

her head turns quickly to the spiral, corded landline hanging on the wall in between the kitchen and living room, waiting for her to accept the call. she then turns to clark, “let me get that real quick. pause the movie till i get back?” clark gives her nod, removing his arm from around her, and pressing the “pause” button on the remote. she rises from the sofa and trudges towards the phone, inwardly groaning at whoever the hell may be calling to interrupt this moment with her boyfriend. her hand reaches to pick up the receiver and puts it to her ear and provides the customary “hello?” to the caller. clark sits patiently as his ears pick up on the conversation to make sure everything’s alright.

“oh, hey dad!”

that’s right! her father, gabe, was spending the weekend in metropolis for a deal he needed to close on for the plant. he continued to listen.

“nothing, just having a movie night with clark. you know, like when we were kids?…. yeah, yeah we’ll make sure to clean up! is everything alright in metropolis? … that’s what’s up! i’m glad to hear that…no. no, dad—we are not doing that! lalalala! i can’t hear you! … seriously we just started dating, so no….yes, sir. i’ll tell him you said ‘hi.’ okay, we will…i love you, too. bye, daddy!”

she hurriedly hangs up the phone feeling mortified at her father’s forwardness. as she walks back she proceeds to dish out the details of the conversation. the highlight of it was that gabe suggested they’d “use protection” just in case because he was a “teenager once and he refuses to see his daughter end up like so and so’s daughter”, earning a flustered laugh from each other.

the laughing died down. chloe cleared her throat to resume her previous sentence in a low voice as the heat of embarrassment hit her face.

“you, win clark…”

now matter how quiet the volume of her voice was, clark heard it loud and clear. now, it was time to put his plan in action. with a mischievous grin he leaned in for her to repeat the sentence.

“i’m sorry? i don’t think i heard you that first time you’re gonna have to speak up, chlo’. “

she grumbles, “i said you win, clark.”

“i still can’t hear you, sweetheart. i guess you leave me no choice…” he teases, the pitch of his voice lowers as he draws his body closer to her on the sofa much like a crouching predator about to pounce on its prey. clark’s large hands were aiming to hover each side of her waist. chloe chuckles as the nerves of excitement yet anticipation shoot through her veins while she scoots herself backwards to create distance. a hint of playful fear curves on her full lips. she moves so far back that her spine falls against the cushion. clark’s smirking face now hovering over his giggling girlfriend still trying to play that stubborn act he knows too well.

“chloe sullivan, i’ll give you one last chance to admit your defeat out loud or else, you’ll have to suffer the consequences!” he states not daring to keep his eyes of her own, a sound of determination in his tone.

“clark kent, if you don’t back up! now, i know you heard me. just what the hell are you do—no, no! d-don’t! ah haha haha! stop!” chloe squeals after clark swiftly dives forward rapidly moving his digits along her waist. her body squirming trying to escape from his grip. it was futile! as the laughter takes over her system, her body gets weaker under his touch. chloe’s contagious symphony of laughter didn’t take long for clark’s own chortles to harmonize. his pearly canines are exposed as his ears and heart are captivated by the pure tone of their happiness. his fingers take a pause.

“come on, chloe! repeat what you said!” he teasingly declares.

“n-no, you’ve heard me! i s-swear, clark! hahaha! she stubbornly squeaked out when she felt his fingers resume their attack on the tender area of her ribs. her sounds increasing in volume when he proceeded to apply a bit of pressure to her skin. the more stubborn she is, the more relentless he gets. during their friendship, he was kind of used to chloe bossing him around like an unpaid intern while she held down “the torch”. proofreading and editing articles, doing research, getting her coffee, you name it. clark knew it was about time to get his lick back! his fingers don’t stop at her ribs before they ascend to the sides of her neck. that’s exactly what got her. “stop— i can’t! p-please, clark! i’ll say it, haha! you win, clark, you win! i got scared!”

clark ceases his movements before his hands fall on either side of chloe’s neck as her voice diminishes. the couple has a stare down as the room is now filled with labored breathing as their chests rapidly heave, rising and falling until they reach the steady rhythm. clark breaks the silence.

“say it again.” he urges softly. his arched raven toned brows raise slightly, his oceanic gaze softens against her dark amber. the corners of his lips curving into a victorious smile of a bonafide winner.

“you win.” she confesses in a volume clear enough to accept her defeat, but the steady beat of her heart raced the longer she peered into his eyes. her own pupils wielding affection at the satisfied grin plastered across his face. a sense of playfulness washed over her as she knew he was eating up his opportunity at having the upper hand this time. whether one be victorious or defeated, clark and chloe would still find that common bliss between each other and for each other. it was now chloe’s turn to break the silence.

“now what was that prize you wanted so badly that it was worth hiding, hm?” she inquires, quirking her brow.

ready?

his pupils briefly focus on the lingering coat of shine on her lips. he gulps, licking his own nervously before taking a breath and a leap of courage.

aim.

“i’d like the pleasure of taking off your lip gloss —only if that’s okay with you, of course. it’s no pressure.” his face moves in closer as his right thumb inches to the side of her jawline to caress her sun-adored skin. his eyes shift from hers to her awaiting mouth again. the touch alone sends a surge of electric warmth through the young couple.

at first, his phrase left her puzzled. what does he mean by that? is there something wrong with my lip—oh. ooooh! you got that one, clark. the heat seeped into her face as realization settled in after she mentally put the together the pieces within seconds. girl, what the hell are you waiting for!? give that boy what you’ve been wanting to give him for years!

her conscience finally breaking out of her train of thought before she finally gives him the answer to cease the suspense once and for all.

“yeah, clark. go for it!” she whispers softly, titling her face up a bit forward to meet him halfway.

fire.

like a moth to a flame, clark’s lips immediately drew to chloe’s completely closing the gap between them. they begin with one gentle and lingering kiss to get an initial feel for each other’s touch on a new level. it’s exhilarating! before they knew it , they only crave for more. with each kiss, their tempo increases and their own unique rhythm sets the stage for their dance. clark’s hands find their place at the sides of chloe’s jaw to bring her face up closer against his and her fingers entrap themselves in the dark jungle of his curls. with the gentlest of motions, his palms descend from her jaw to her shoulders finally reaching their desired destination to the center of her spine. clark carefully applies pressure to signal her to sit upright. chloe reads the signal clearly and follows his lead, their chests centimeters from each other when clark sits himself up against the couch, his hands sliding to the small of her back. chloe adjusts her knees to sit against the sides of his legs, her arms eagerly encircling his broad, muscular shoulders.

a hum vibrates from chloe’s chest as she decides to take initiative by softly tugging clark’s now swollen, plush bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it to its original position. clark intends to match that same energy. he tilts her face in the opposite direction to slither his tongue to intimately mingle with hers, chloe whimpers in both surprise and approval of his forwardness. they continue to get lost within each other for another minute before they release to take a pause of realization of what’s going on between them. the lovers slowly bring their foreheads to connect, silently communicating their affection without ceasing their eye contact, and content smiles curving on their swollen lips. once their breathing is steady, they realize that tonight’s activities took a toll on their bodies. they take a second to stretch themselves from their previous position before clark lays on his side bringing chloe to lay in the (literal) shield of his chest, wrapping his arms around her figure once she’s comfortably nuzzling her face close enough to indulge in the sound of his heartbeat, allowing her brown eyes to doze away for the night. clark lays a final kiss upon the top of her silk wrapped scalp as his kryptonian senses tune in to her heartbeat before his own slumber follows suit.

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urrockstar-xe · 1 year ago

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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

#nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro imagine #svu imagine #law and order svu imagines #nick amaro fluff #nick amaro #Spotify

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koiiiji · 1 year ago

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windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 1)

warnings : no in general, maybe a ooc, but its my point of view, fluff

recommend : to turn on Lana Del Ray - West Coast

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dom - arranged marrige. we take into account the fact that Dom is the heir of the yakuza. His father had long dreamed of the idea of uniting the two clans to expand the business, strengthen the position, and in general he was very close with the head of another clan, you know the type of male friendship when they brag about who has the coolest car and everything like that. (for about the same reason, you and Dom have an age difference of a couple of months) In general, when you were born, your fathers did not immediately decide that this would be a planned marriage, they still wanted freedom of choice for their children, but the two old men were too fascinated when you and Dom played together in the sandbox, or you two shared toys, and overall you got along great as babies. But as the years passed, interests changed, and from about 2-3 grades you began to have a "crisis in relationships", Dom were more interested in the "boyish" things, you in turn discovered the Internet and the charms of fictional characters (real footage of all of us). Therefore, your communication has gone from about infantile sympathy to childish antipathy when boys say "eeew girls, im not interested in them" and to the complete cessation of communication over the years. Well, your fathers also almost lost hope, trying to try on two fifth graders at holiday feasts, but everything ended up making faces at each other, and Dom’s first showed middle finger and yours first obscene phrases in response to him (later you both received a cradle from your parents) but the decision had already been made, and so everyone decided to just wait.

In fact, everything happened spontaneously. As it happens, girls grow faster, and there were no exceptions with you. So since you saw each other less often, Dom did not immediately recognize you, and of course refused to admit to himself that he liked you, and he decided to shove this sympathy away. A couple more years have passed, and you again super accidentally (no) met at one of your parents' clubs. This time it was your turn not to recognize Dom. And when you realized in the morning whose house you were in, you were shocked. So it tooks you two another 1-2 years to actually accept that planned things needed to be done and the idea of marriage in the first place wasn’t that bad.

Owen - forbidden love/ rivals/ competitors. While you honestly believed that your boiling hate for each other was mutual, Owen found it quite cute and intriguing how each time you trying to compete with him and how mad you get if you lose or if he jokingly flirts with you. Of course, he found you quite an interesting opponent, but you attracted him more as a girl, although it was still difficult because of your rival teams, and as Camila once told him when she noticed how he was staring at you at another training session, where he came intentionally before the rest of the Light Cavalry participants, "This won't be good for the image of our team." Usually you see him in training center, when your team finishes training, or when you wait for Light Cavalry to finish, or on the competitions and it always ends with your threatenings to his life or his bike. Of course you didn’t mean it so serious, it was kinda like tradition - he always so nice and jokes around while you all loud and screaming at him for his flirting lines.

Usually, you two never see each other somewhere in the city or on the streets, apparently you lived in different areas and everyday affairs were too different from each other, but somehow, now, almost at 11 pm, you look at each other in surprise, standing in the park, where both of you came to practice and free your heads from burdened thoughts. Owen wanted to break the awkward silence by greeting you, but you beat him to it by sternly asking “What are you doing here?” He smiled softly and running his hand through his hair, as he replied “I came here just to clear my head before sleep, shortcake. I hadn’t any intentions to interrupt you.” And looking up at you again, he smiled so sweetly, in his usual manner. You clicked irritably and went to meet him, “Then, since you're already here, let's have a race, and the loser is looking for another park, deal?” Again, she frowned so sweetly at her eyebrows, just the very seriousness - Owen thought to himself looking down at you from his height. Like all the smartest, the idea was certainly not bad, you even thought at the moment that you were about to win, because the agreed finish was already around the corner, when suddenly Owen jumped out from behind you and did a risky trick that allowed him to get ahead. But unfortunately, either out of surprise or confusion, you lost control and collapsed almost at the finish line. Your speed was decent, and your knees, shoulders and arms had a hard time now, all bleeding. Slowly rising from the ground, you felt such resentment and at the same time anger, either at yourself or at Owen. And all such a seething feeling of resentment, because of such a small mistake, to lose at the very finish, overwhelmed you with your head, and flowed out with tears from your eyes. You sat down by your fallen bike, hugged your bleeding knees and buried your forehead in them letting yourself cry. Suddenly you felt someone stroking your head and sitting down next to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. Looking up, as you expected, you saw Owen, and shrugged your shoulders and squeal at him “Get the fuck away from me! I don’t need your pity and help!” “Hey, hey, easy shortcake, im not a monster to let girl, who is also injured, be alone in park at night.” He tried to take you by the shoulders again. “I said get away!” You clearly didn’t planned to stop crying, and Owen understood that you’ll have a tantrum in a moment, so he decided to ignore your screams and pulled you closer, already hugging you completely. Of course, you didn't appreciate this gesture, you started pounding him in the chest with your fists, shouting for him to let go, for you to try again, that this time you would definitely defeat him and in general how much you dislike him. And Owen just held you tight, and let your screams and crying be drowned out in his sweater. After a couple of minutes, you were just crying into his chest while he pulled you closer, sat you down between his legs and just gently stroked your back.

When you finally calmed down and raised your tear-stained, red eyes to him, Owen gently put his hand on your cheek and quietly asked, “Well, have you calmed down? Will you let me help you now, shortcake?” taking a confused look away from him and blushing, you said, “If anyone finds out about this, you're finished, got it?” Owen laughed loudly and pulled you closer to him, and dropping his free hand on your cheek, gently kissed you.

Harry - hate/love or sunny/grumpy. Even ignoring the fact that you’ve been in the same team, he somehow never liked you. Honestly, he didnt even know the reason. You had such a bright personality, always nice to people around and guys in team,but still defended your interests and borders when it was necessary. Harry just couldn’t stand you. In his eyes you were quite ideal, he even accepted that you were kinda powerful at cycling. But most blood boiling fact about you were that Harry knew perfectly - he had a thing for you, but he decided for himself to hide it under mask of indifference and disinterest, because come on, feelings make you weak (such a men moment)

But the other thing about you that Harry absolutely couldn’t stand - is your tears. He saw it only twice, once when it was your first year with the Light Cavalry, the team came to wish you a happy birthday right at 12 a.m., and you burst into tears from the joy and sweetness of this act of attention. And the other time was when Harry himself brought you to tears, because you chewed his brains all day. He think that sometimes you have a bad habit activated, walking around and teasing him all day, offering to compete in something, and just dripping on his brain, because you probably have a pleasure to bring him to a white heat. And when he couldn't stand it one more time, he turned sharply at you and barked - "Are you a complete idiot? I think I told you to fuck off from me, leave me alone and go fuck someone else's brains out. How many times can I tell you, I don't intend to compete with someone like you," - and Harry took care to squeeze the word "like" like poison into your mind. And fortunately for him, as he convinced himself, you stopped bothering him after that time and resorted to communicating with him only in the most necessary cases. So for the first few days he liked how you avoided him, but after a week and a half of your absence from his daily life, he began to feel sad and guilty for being harsh with you... But wasn’t it your own fault!? That's right, it was your fault. But didn't he like your attention? Wasn't he warmed by the rays of your warmth?.. Damn, all these thoughts were difficult for Harry, and he did it easier - he left training earlier, stopped by the store on the way, bought a random gift that reminded him of you, went to your house and waited for you at the entrance to the house. To say less, you were shocked when you saw him near the building were you live, but decided to act all cool and just to pass by. He didn’t let you. Harry grabbed your elbow, but you tried to pull away, he turned you around to face him and grabbed your other elbow. “Let me go, you creep!!” You could feel how tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand why he even came here, he supposed to be in other place, he supposed to hate you, he supposed… “For the fuck sake just shut up and take it.” He handed you a gift. You were confused and looked up at him with an obvious question “why?” in your pretty eyes. Harry clicked tongue, left your elbows and started to walk away. When you softly mumbled “Thank you” he turned around and quickly closing the distance, he awkwardly hugged you. For the first few seconds you freaked out, but gave up and hugged him back and mumbled "You idiot" in his hoodie. Harry chuckled at your comment and squeezed your back harder "At least im not a crybaby as someone". He got a reminder that you can kick his knees pretty hard.

Hwangyeon - school crush. You were quite popular girl from his class - moderately smart, kind, but not enough to take advantage of your kindness, beautiful and friendly person in general. The fact that Hwang tried to get your attention by his money flex, “cool” - as he thought - actions towards other people in school, where so obvious, as the fact that he liked you. But you weren’t impressed by his shitty personality and usually you treated him coldly or mocked him about he is trying to assert himself at the expense of others. Was he mad at you for that? No, of course, he melted like butter in a hot frying pan from every second of your attention, and bragging to his boys that you two had “conversation”.

Actually his friends, everyone around and mainly Sangho were tired of Hwang’s whinings at home and he told him what to do. So here he is, standing in doors of your class begging you to help him with his english class. Since he asked you nicely and promised not to mock students as long as you help him, you agreed to tutor him for some topics that he couldn’t understand. So with time you two became a little bit closer and you even been in his place and know Hwang’s siblings. (both of them thought that he is paying you to be his friend*) In the midst of one of these preparations Hwangyeon was whining about how he didn’t understand anything and probably won’t pass this exam. You hated the fact that he was giving up fast and easy, but luckily you knew how to motivate this guy. In a second, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, turned his head towards you and said “Listen, we’ve been preparing for this for so long and you gonna drop everything because of small misunderstanding? I already wanted to take you out for ice cream if you wrote this test better than the guy who sits behind me at school, but since you've already given up, well, I guess i’ll have to go with him instead.” you said slowly letting his cheeks go. Hwang took your hand, to let it stay on his cheek and rise his eyes up on you and with dead serious eyes muttered “If my score will be higher than 75%, we will go for that ice cream.” You smiled at him and said that it is deal.

Spoiler : his score was 68% his friends and you laughed at him for his bragging before exam, but you still took him to that ice cream shop and kissed his cheek for a good bye.

*bonus

its been quite long preparation session for english final exam before summer weekends, so you decided to continue at Hwang’s place. it wasn’t your first time visiting his place, maybe third or fourth, so his siblings already knew you, when you enter the house. you greeted everyone, warned them that you would be preparing for the exam and went to Hwang’s room. after few hours of studying you were tired of punching and shouting at your friend so you left the room for glass of juice and in the dim light of the kitchen you met Sangho with his laptop and glass of something probably alcoholic. you stare at each other for a second and you awkwardly announced that you came for pack of juice that two of you left in fridge. Sangho mumbled something softly and turned back to his laptop, when you were about to leave the room he raised his eyes from laptop again and asked in serious voice “did he pay you?”

you froze in place you were standing and on stiff legs, turning to him. “mhmm?”

“did my brother pay you to pretend to be his friend or whatever you two are?”

“n-no? he just asked me for help, t-that’s why im here!” he grunted something like okay and went back to his laptop. when door after you closed, Aria got out from behind the sofa and held out her hand to her brother. Sangho, in turn, pulled a banknote out of his pocket and gave it to his sister without a word.

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myakikijackson · 1 year ago

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A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Readers 18+ Only

Summary: You spend a lazy day at the beach with the boys. Inspiration for this came from yet another Lana Del Rey song called Music To Watch Boys To. Hope you like. Mentions of Angel, Creeper, Coco, Gilly and Ez.

WARNINGS: Just some light language and naughtiness.

You dig your toes into the warm sand, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves crashing onto shore always took you to a special place, one of peace and tranquility. You could easily fall asleep, the ocean waves and songs of seagulls flying over the sky was like nature’s lullaby. On any other day you would have already dozed off but this day was not like any other day.

“Ey, watch what the fuck you doin’. You damn near knocked my beer out of my hand.” Gilly shouted to Coco who had bumped into him.

That was the third fight that had broken out in the half hour that you’d been here. Kids. It was like watching kids fighting over petty things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. It’s like they look for any excuse to start shit, like they don’t know any other way, it’s all they’ve known you surmise. You put your headphones on, the ones with the flowers on them. You roll your eyes and hit play on your phone, the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Today’ flowing through your ears drowns out their shouts. No, there would be no peaceful napping on the beach today.

Still it was quit amusing watching them argue now that you couldn't hear them. Using body language and your knowledge of their individual personalities, you could imagine quite accurately what they were saying to each other or re-imagine what they were arguing about. You make a game of it, adding your own narrative to the scene.

“That ain’t my fault though. You shoulda had a better grip on it.” he grinned but Gilly wasn’t haven’t it. Gilly gets in his face and Coco bracing himself for a fight.

You wonder how far this will go before someone intervenes. You always like to watch Coco get all worked up, he’s very… passionate. It often leaves the mind wondering if he’s that passionate in all things. It doesn’t take very long before Ez is there trying to break it up.

You look around and find Creeper hitting on a random girl he just met, or at least attempting to in his own way. Large breasted and nearly half his age, the woman was clearly out of his league but he was either oblivious or didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t drag away Creeper’s confidence. He’s showing her all his battle wounds. You wonder as he points to one in particular why he thinks that would actually work but it does. The girl’s face softens up and you could almost hear the ‘ay, poor baby.’ as she traces one of his scars. He of course is all smiles reminiscent of a kid in a candy shop. Oh he is trying to fill his bag with sweets today.

He tried that on you once but it hadn’t work. You had just snickered and said, “well maybe next time don’t get shot.” That had led the entire club in an uproar of cackles and ribbing on Creeper but he didn’t care. If it had bothered him it did not show one bit. He’d just smiled innocently at you, “that’s okay y/n, one day you’ll change your mind and I promise I won’t mock you when you do but I might make you beg for it.”

You turn your attention to the ocean but it's not the waves that have caught your eye. It’s the tall dark haired man walking out of the water that you are drawn to. Beads of salt water trickling down his body, you count each one only to lose count as a new one falls down. One particular drop catches your gaze and you follow it down to his abs. You’ve heard of washboard abs but your curious as a kitten mind questions if you could actually wash your delicates on it. A naughty smile creeps across your face as you imagine yourself washing your panties on those abs while still wearing them, you bite down on your lower lip to hide it and begin singing along to distract yourself from your own fantastically kinky thoughts.

The drop you’ve been following takes its painfully slow time to make its way down, further down, way down until it reaches its final destination, the very edge of his black swimsuit. Leave it to Angel to be wearing speedos. Unaware that you were even still gawking you let out an audible gasp loud enough to both snap you out of the most delicious thoughts and get the others’ attention but you paid no mind. Angel’s eyes were on you now and there was a storm brewing there, a dangerous one. One of amusement, desire and lots of mischief.

“You like what you see, babygirl.” It was a statement not a question. Like he knew he was that hot, like he knew if he just reached between your legs he’d find your bikini bottoms soaked. That ego and the confidence of this man was through the roof.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer in your sweet good girl voice.

Oh yes there was definitely a storm coming, one that promised to fulfill all unspoken fantasies, even those you’ve never acknowledged to yourself.

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More Angel? Yes, I'll have some!

#mayans x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz fanfic #coco x reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction

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seriallover · 8 months ago

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Sorry this is totally random but after I read your post about "how we approach and like to be approached in love" and "sexual behavior and the things you're into", I finally understood why it's been difficult for me to find a book that I truly like and enjoy and the reason why the last book that I did like and enjoy was The Mindf*ck Series and I read it last year.

I'm trying to learn vedic astrology but I still know little about it, I'm jyestha rising, Shravana moon, Capricorn uttara ashada mars, Swati Sun, Rohini Saturn, Gemini punarvasu Jupiter (my atmakaraka), hasta mercury/Venus, Mula ketu and mrigashira Rahu (sorry for mentioning all placements I'm just not sure exactly what exactly makes me like these things). Deep down I'm romantic I'm not gonna lie, I love romcoms, clichés, I'm still big fan of Disney princess movies and old Barbie movies . But there's something about women being powerful, strong, mean, agressive and overpowering men...I just love it. I love seeing/reading women fighting and humiliating men and covered by blood (it feels amazing to confess this). And I just remembered this now, but when I was in school I loved playing sports and I was a kind of girl that loved to use my strength in an agressive way, my favorite sport was dodgeball btw and I didn't mind playing with the boys and hated when they went easier on me bc "I'm just a girl".

Nowadays In most books the women are all innocent, submissive (especially when +18 things happen)and the worst they can be is being sassy. And even when the women are mean the men are worse (this irritates me). I've tried to find a book like the Mindf*ck Series but all the suggestions are bad, apparently people cannot understand the most basic thing about the book that is Lana is a serial killer (she is the "bad girl") seeking justice with her own hands (she isn't killing for fun) but she falls in love with FBI agent Logan (he's the "good boy" who could put her in jail). She's been through a lot, she lost her soul to seek her revenge and deep down she knows she isn't a good person and doesn't deserve someone like Logan (that's what she thinks and I don't agree), yet Logan see through her darkness and loves and wants to protect her. This book reminds me a bit of Beauty and the Best (my fav Disney movie along with The little mermaid).But people just focus on the few and basic sex scenes and on the word "serial killer" and give books recommendations that are totally opposite to the Mindf*ck series. All the recommendations are the men being the serial killers killing for fun and being proud of it, stalking the women, even being mean to the women that they're supposed to love and the women having a personality as deep as kid swimming pool and ofc being submissive.

And now talking about your post about how we like to be approached, I don't like going out but I know people rarely approach me bc I've rbf (words from my friend), and I know people had crush on me but they never approach me bc they're afraid of me and they would confess years later or other people would talk about it. And also I like to make men "beg" for my attention, approaching me just once isn't enough I will simply say no and most of time i won't even notice that they're flirting with me (I feel a bit stupid when this happens). If a man wants me he must make his intentions very clear and be assertive or I won't take him serious or I will think he wants to be friends with me.

I'm sorry my comment got too long, when I start to write it's hard for me to stop. And also sorry for any mistake English isn't my first language.

Well, you have Mars exalted (even though Mars is exalted in Dhanishta and its effects are strongest there, you can still feel this energy across all Capricorn signs).

Having the Moon conjunct Mars in Capricorn explains your approach to love as more about conquering and dominating- Uttara Ashadha shakti is the “power to be victorius ” also, Jyestha shakti is the “power to conquer”🤷🏻‍♀️ Moon (mind)—Mars (goals, competition, spouse) so you might want to dominate your spouse/lovers through physical means, as these nakshatras are associated with fighting and assertiveness.

And with exalted Mercury conjunct debilitated Venus, it's no surprise that you approach love with a rational mindset and prefer clear, straightforward communication, leaving no room for ambiguity or mind games.

Oh, and with that Jyestha rising, explain your interest in more intense/brutal or gory scenes.🫣😏

I haven’t read the book, but I’ve heard about it, so I don’t have much more to add.😁

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blackdollette · 2 years ago

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chris kenton and a pothead bimbo reader (can u tell i like bimbos?)

theyre high and playing truth or dare with a small group of friends and one persons like "hey reader i dare you to sit in chris lap for the rest of the game!" and she does and she feels chris hardening under her and shes like "hey chris, truth or dare" "truth" "have you ever thought about me naked?" "absolutely. yeah." "wanna see?" and she drags him to the bathroom and tit job and mirror sex 🤭

i need a tissue for all the tears running down my legs...

"let's go get high." | chris kenton

born to die. - lana del rey

bimbo!female!reader x chris

word count: 1.1k

contents: use of marijuana, semi-public sex, p in v, tit fucking, unprotected

you took another hit of your joint, laughing before passing it to chris. you, chris, and 3 of your friends were playing a game of truth or dare at chris’ place, along with getting your brains fried simultaneously.

you were sitting beside him, stealing occasional glances in his direction when he wasn't looking. he was classy and well put together, but what you liked most about him is that he was easy game. he fell head over heels for any girl who gave him time of day. and you just happened to be his current eye candy. It was bound to happen since he thought you were the hottest girl in school.

one of your friends took a hit of their joint before speaking. “alright, its my turn.” she looked around, before locking eyes at you. “y/n. truth or dare?” you thought for a moment. feeling daring at the moment, you made your decision. “dare.” you took the joint from chris. “good. i dare you to sit on chris’ lap for the rest of the game.“ you looked at him, and his eyes were wide, but you smiled an stood up.

chris watched your body move as you sat down on his lap, your tiny little skirt riding up your thighs as you did so. His eyes were glued on your ass as it wiggled a little. you wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing your tits painfully close to his face. He subtly looked down your cleavage in the little top you were wearing, feeling his body heating up.

as your friends went around the circle, you moved your hips against him every now and them, feeling his boner pressing against your ass. he had to fight back the urge to grab your hips and grind against them. you breathed a little heavily to make your chest rise and fall right in his face. when it was finally your turn, you turned to chris and asked him truth or dare. you were hoping that he would say truth, because there was something that you were just dying to know.

he cleared his throat. “uh… truth.” he said quietly. he was looking down a little to hide how red his face had gotten. you lifted his chin up with your finger, making eye contact with him. “you ever had any dirty thoughts about me?” you asked, matching his tone. his eyes made contact with your breasts once again as he nodded. “y-yeah… totally.” all your friends whistled around the table as he admitted this.

you looked down at him, playing with his hair as you grinned. “wanna see something special?” you whispered. He didn't even hesitate before nodding frantically. and that’s how you and him ended up in his bathroom, him watching intently as you slowly took off your top and bra, tossing them to the side. he started to drool as he saw your beautiful tits right in front of him. “s-so pretty…” you giggled before getting on your knees in front of him.

you started to look at his cock pressed against his jeans, and he covered it up with his hands, embarrassed. you took his hands off and unzipped them, seeing as his bulge throbbed through his boxers. you looked up at him, your doe eyes burning into his soul. “you’re quite the needy boy, aren’t you?” you pulled it out and kissed the tip, slowly stroking it.

chris hissed at the feeling of someone other than himself touching his cock. and it being you of all people drove him wild. you spat on the tip before putting it in between your tits, moving them up and down his painfully hard length. chris gasped as the pleasure instantly took over his body. his hands were desperately looking for something to grab for support, but nothing was within a comfortable range.

you took his hands in yours and brought them down to your tits, making him rest his hands on them. he eventually got the idea and started thrusting his hip into them, trying his best to hold back all the noises he had pent up in him. he watched as your perfect tits swallowed up his sore little cock, and the sight would've been enough to make him release right there, but he kept it together for the sake of his reputation.

After a few agonizing minutes of using your tits to pleasure himself and holding in his cum, you pulled off of him and stood up. “i can’t let you have all the fun.” you bent over the sink, lifting up your skirt and shifting your thong to the side. chris was drooling once again as he saw your pretty little pussy right there. he wanted to fuck you so badly that it hurt. he put his hands on your ass, slowly lining himself up with your pussy. then he pushed it in. you were surprised at how filling his cock was, already feeling your body getting weaker.

he let out a low moan as he was finally inside of you. then he started pushing his length in and out of you, watching you in the mirror’s reflection. you were already moaning like a whore, feeling your soul leave your body everytime he reentered you. you looked at yourself in the mirror. you watched as your tits bounced as he mercilessly pounded into your sweet little pussy.

he couldn't help but stare at your ass everytime it recoiled, it being almost hypnotizing for him. the bathroom echoed with the sound of skin slapping. you started moaning out his name, begging for him to go faster. he was about two seconds away from falling apart, but he kept himself together just for you.

you felt your orgasm nearing, your brain starting to shut off from the pleasure that was overwhelming your body. chris couldn’t hold back his noises any longer, his moans being the main noise that was filling the bathroom. then your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. your back arched as you pressed your hips into his, trying to get his dick as far in you as possible.

he groaned out a series of curses before pulling out of you and cumming all over your back, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily. you sighed at the feeling of his hot cum hitting your skin as you came down from your high. he was extremely sweet after all that, cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, even though it was a painful sight for him to see.

as you were about to exit the bathroom with him, you heard giggles on the other side of the door and realized that this was going to be the next hottest thing once you got back to school.

author's note: 3 more requests to go :)) thank you all so much for all the support, i cant say it enough.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #chris kenton #twelve #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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gard3nias · 8 months ago

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12| The butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man

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—Now playing: Wild at heart by Lana Del Rey ✫

The dancing queens didn't stop dancing: they eventually listened to every ABBA vinyl record the bright curly-headed dancing queen owned on her shelf because her wavy-haired bibliophile dancing queen of a friend couldn’t help herself—but she was helping the bright curly-headed dancing queen without even knowing.

Ultimately, the latter’s father went back to his workshop. Hopped, to be exact.

At the same time, the bus drove past their neighbourhood, heading for its terminal. It was a matter of time before it passed a big grey gate, turning left to its last stop.

Behind the tall metal gate was a stone path leading to a light-brown house in the centre of a big plot. Its owners often aren’t around, at least not as much as their child, their only heir who was now there with her friends. They were shared across the house, apparently according to their genders but, really, they were working. Yeah, while the dancing queens were going at it in the bright curly-headed one’s living room and had recently dismissed a study hangout, the heir and her friends were working, preparing for the upcoming weeks of the campaign.

—Now playing: Friends by BTS ✫

Adrielle and Avyanna moved rooms, from the kitchen to the living room, giving the chef space to prepare dinner. The two senior high school students were working on the cheerleading team they wanted to create for the school’s basketball team. They were as busy as their guy friends completing their tasks a few meters away in the study room on the main floor. Unlike the girls, they were a lot more unserious especially because among them was Jungkook who decided to take on the role of the comedian of the group causing his friends to laugh nonstop.

Their task was to create the flyers so now they were browsing the internet, looking for inspiration and judging the ones they didn’t find fit or appealing. If Adrielle were to be there with them, she would’ve regretted even mentally objecting to Jungkook’s statement about not wanting to participate in what he considered the ‘boring’ part of this operation because indeed he wasn’t fit for it.

Jimin was at the computer, Taehyung had scribbled a little nothing on a piece of paper while Jungkook was slightly bent over between the two, leaning on the back of Jimin’s chair.

—Now playing: Boys with fun by BTS ✫

“Gosh! This has the potential of being an ad for condoms!” he exclaimed, pointing at the screen while Taehyung leaned closer and Jimin scrunched his face. “What the fuck? How so?”

”Like… look at the decorations. They are so disgusting they make you hate babies and therefore having them as well,” he causally explained, causing Jimin’s face to scrunch even more and Taehyung to simply laugh, expressing his confusion differently.

“It literally has the look of the aftermath of a baby swallowing a unicorn and having terrible indigestion only to throw up rainbows and shit glittery cupcakes,” he explained even further, pointing at the screen as he did so.

“What the fuck?” Taehyung wholeheartedly laughed, “You have a very creative mind up there, Jungkook”

“Please, Kook. Shut up. We’re supposed to be printing the flyers out by now—” Jimin firmly spoke after failing to derive some sense from all that.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah. Hold on there. I thought they told us to look for templates, not fully take over the creation. Or did we suddenly forget that we’re working with Adrielle, Adrielle Hawthorne? The Adrielle Hawthorne and not some buggy doppelganger?”

“Jungkook, oh my, God. They are just flyers, it’s not that serious—”

“Fuck yes, it is. Y’all forgot who I’m talking about? We’ve worked with her on various school projects, simple school projects, and she can be not just a stick in the fucking ass but a full plank. In fact, this girl sets your whole ass on fire. Fucking fireworks out of your asshole. New Year's night typa shit.” His friends couldn’t help but laugh at his hilarious and dramatic description of their friend.

“Showing her the ideas is going to let you sleep well at night?”

“Hell yeah. Imagine going to bed only to dream about having your ass on fire, fireworks in your asshole that pop with every fucking little detail that gives Adrielle the ick. Ooh, fuck. I’m already getting goosebumps—”

“Oh shut up. Let’s look for the templates then. Can’t have you knocking on my bedroom door at night asking to share the bed because you had nightmares,” they laughed and changed focus to browse the internet further, looking for the right templates but even then, Jungkook couldn’t keep quiet or stay focused. “You know… originally, I had never signed up for this—”

“And originally, I thought speaking was just a right and not a fucking duty so shut the fuck up,” Jimin spoke, keeping his eyes on the screen as he typed away at the computer.

“Jeez! What has you behaving like this? When was the last time you let loose and fucked? Or do you miss making out with your pizza dough? —”

“Oh, my God, Jungkook!” Taehyung was back to laughing loudly while Jimin simply rolled his eyes and did nothing to suppress the smile on his face.

“What? Did I lie? He probably hasn’t fucked a girl in so long so is starting to sound like one, Adrielle to be precise—”

“Hey, man. I’m not like you. I’m not interested in Adrielle,”

“Never said you were—”

“But the way you said it makes it easy to make the connection,”

“There he goes again, interrupting my speech—”

“Your speech?!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin as he looked at Taehyung because his point had just been proven, “You’re barely making any coherent sense so what speech are you talking about!—”

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? Jimin you’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—” Taehyung’s loud laugh broke through the room as Jimin hit back with: “I’m always invited to your parties regardless—”

“Yeah, but this one is urgent. The last time you were turned on was maybe this morning after watching food porn—” Jungkook had to complete his sentence so he could dodge Jimin’s punch on the shoulder as they both laughed. Taehyung, on the other hand, had stopped laughing loudly and was now squirming as he silently laughed in his chair.

“You know? Don’t ever come to me looking for food. I’ll fucking starve you,” Jimin jokingly warned before sitting back down, “And why do think I need pussy?”

“Because pussy is awesome. Literally, pussy equals a great time, so yeah, you’re in dire need of it ‘cause you sound like an old man who’s working in a factory all his life.” Jimin simply facepalmed himself while taehyung was doing breathing exercises because he’s been laughing for too long and his abs seemed to be permanently and painfully contracted.

“Okay, okay, but, jokes aside, y’all are with me in the party thingy, right?” and his friends agreed, unaware that this party wasn’t just a way for Jungkook to get drunk, high on cigarettes or on sex. Jungkook wanted to hook his friend up with the special girl who’d been clouding his mind and have the two of them enclosed in a space even smaller than their school so they could meet and possibly talk.

“When will it be? Have you decided yet?” Taehyung continued, turning around to face who he’d just spoken to. “During the campaign weeks. I don’t know exactly when but probably this Friday or next. Which one would be better?”

“Do however you wish. You have exactly a month,” Jimin reassured, fingers typing away on the keyboard.

Jungkook didn’t want to rush it. The party wouldn’t be all about drinks, music and one-night stands. He needed it to be good enough to buy votes but also give enough space for Taehyung to shoot his shot. He’d have to help both Adrielle and Taehyung get what they want. Adrielle, the position and Taehyung, a chat with his crush.

“So, I changed my mind and I think I’ll be inviting only students over sixteen. Wouldn’t want to claim responsibility for irresponsible fourteen-year-olds, you know. And second, I have my age limit when it comes to hooking up, so…” he winked, gaining a disgusted look from Jimin who snapped his head back to look at him.

“Don’t lie to yourself because the last thing a drunken Jungkook is going to remember at a party is asking the age of the girl he’s about to fuck—”

“Oh, great heavens. Why do y’all keep painting me as this disgusting predator or something?”

“I never said that you are but I know for sure that if you find interest in someone, be them ten years older than you or not, you wouldn’t know. Would never know,” and Taehyung chuckled, agreeing with Jimin and watching the baffled expression on Jungkook’s face.

“All the parties I go to have people around my age and I’ve never gone above and hooked up with someone younger than me with more than two years. Like… I’m trying to have a good time, not a tutoring session!” he exclaimed, getting a bit frustrated. “I’m not a disgusting type of person—”

“Yeah, I mean… at the end of the day, you always hook up with the same girls, so yeah, I get where you’re coming from,” Taehyung butted in. “The town’s small,” Jungkook simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Man whore!” Taehyung jokingly mocked before taking off and running out of the room with Jungkook sprinting right behind him, screaming: “Just because you don’t blab about your hook-ups as much as I do doesn’t mean you’re any different!”

The screams took the girls by surprise as they turned around to look at the commotion but soon went back to work, paying them no attention.

“Will he ever stop talking about sex? It’s like he’s always in heat, jeez,” Adrielle mumbled to herself and her friend who simply rolled her eyes.

“So… I could lead the team because I’m good at gymnastics and just dancing in general, so that’s covered,” Avyanna said, going back to what they were doing and looking at what Adrielle was writing on her blue ring binder.

“Yeah. That would be perfect. How would you be doing the auditions?”

“Ooh. Oh, my God. I don’t know right now. I’d have to watch a few teenage movies before I can answer that,” she seriously replied but Adrielle chuckled and reassured her that she had three weeks to come up with everything.

“How will you be going about the garden with Nana?”

“I haven’t shown her my plan yet. I will tomorrow and, according to what she says, we proceed,” Avyanna nodded before her serious demeanour vanished for a split second as Jungkook and Taehyung ran all the way back to the living room. Precisely Taehyung jumped across the coffee table and was now at one end of the sofa while Jungkook was on the other.

“When will y’all be serious for once?” Adrielle sighed, looking at her childish friends.

“He’s trying to tickle me to death—”

“And he called me a man whore,” Jungkook replied back, eyes transfixed on the friend he wanted to catch.

“I mean, is he wrong?” Avyanna replied, turning a bit on her left to look at Jungkook whose eyes finally changed focus. “What? Why?”

“You only talk about sex… or parties which implies you’ll be getting laid eventually,” she explained. In the meantime, Taehyung was mentally thanking her for distracting him and giving him space and time to make his final escape.

“And so what?”

“That’s what a manwhore is.”

“I be bagging them girls because of this pretty face and my charming ways, baby. Not my fault. It’s in my nature,” he boasted, smirking at Avyanna as she rolled her eyes and Adrielle mumbled: “Humble much” to herself.

“Why are y’all suddenly behaving like I’m this big bad guy that mocks everyone?—”

“You literally said I jerk off to food porn a few minutes ago!” Jimin exclaimed as he got out of the office.

“What?!”

“You did?!” the girls laughed while Jungkook proudly agreed, claiming the title.

“Okay, that was a good one—”

“Good what? Avyanna!” Jimin exclaimed.

“Get your ass back here!” Jungkook yelled as he saw Taehyung running at the speed of light right behind Jimin. In the meantime, Adrielle was still laughing her ass out at Jungkook’s joke.

“Adrielle, fuck you like… seriously… fuck you so bad—”

“I’m sorry…” she apologised laughing now both at the joke and Jimin’s facial expression.

“Keep your apologies to yourself!” he dramatically pouted and feigned crying as he left the room and went back to the office. Not without screaming, hoping that Taehyung and Jungkook would come back so they could finish the work.

The girls simply went back to what they were doing.

—Now playing: Telepathy by BTS ✫

So… in the end, Taehyung and Jimin do not function when Jungkook is around—honestly, nobody does—so Adrielle had to join in because dinner time was inching closer and closer and the boys were nowhere close to finishing—they hadn’t finished the flyers yet. And this wasn’t good news to Adrielle who was already feeling the competition from the other running teams.

Avyanna had just finished setting up their instagram profile with a nice colour theme and a nicely-made logo which would end up on their final presentation. The only thing missing were the pictures of every member of the team with their specified role in the group.

“So, how would we go about for the pictures and when shall I upload them?” she asked, poking her head into the office to meet the backs of her friends and Jungkook spread out on a chair, typing away on his phone.

“I’m making a list for my party. Don’t say I’m playing around,” he immediately explained, looking at her for a split second before going back to the device. Avyanna just rolled her eyes, not giving a single fuck about what he said or what he was doing at all.

“Oh, Avyanna. Erm, I don’t really know,” Adrielle was still back-facing her friend as she responded, too busy on the computer.

“I’ll never understand how you know how to use Canva so well. Like… what the fuck?” Jimin admired the work on the computer, looking at Adrielle like a kid looking at a magician.

“It’s Adrielle, Jimin. She’s good at everything basically,” Avyanna simply replied, moving closer to the group. Taehyung was sitting next to Adrielle with his chin resting on his hands and eyes transfixed on every little detail his friend worked on.

“Look at you all silent. You could help us with the pics,” she proceeded, now referring to Taehyung. Despite her call for his attention, he didn’t reply, just smiled and went back to looking at the screen.

“Hey! Are you doubting your skills or something because, as far as I’m concerned, you’re fucking amazing, Tae,”

“Yeah, you’re awesome.” Jimin butted in while Jungkook’s attention finally moved away from his phone to know who was receiving all these compliments.

“Yeah, but this is serious shit not just something to do as a hobby,” Taehyung finally spoke, sitting up straight and sighing.

“You’re been cultivating this hobby for years—”

“Woah-ho! Taehyung, in order to convince you Avyanna is using big words, jeez—” Jungkook laughed, getting up from his seat and moving closer to who he’d just spoken to.

“Hey, shut up! Just because I don’t cuss every two words like you do, doesn’t mean I’m using big words. What’s so big about the word ‘cultivating’?” she snapped back and he simply replied by tickling her for a bit before moving his attention to the screen.

“Anyway, as I was saying. The work has to be done by someone from our team and you’re the only one who can out of all of us. Adrielle is way too fussy…” no reply from the blondie, “Jimin has trembling hands—”

“Which is a fat fucking lie because it would mean I cut myself every time I cut onions—”

Avyanna cackled and softly pushed Jimin’s head, wanting him to shush as she went on, “Jungkook would just throw pranks and take selfies rather than our pictures…” This time around, Jungkook didn’t snap back like he usually does but just laughed, mentally agreeing with her words, “and I suck—”

“Damn, yeah, you do,” he whispered, gaining an elbow in the side before he dramatically cried like a baby. Avyanna just proceeded with her explanation, rolling her eyes at the overly dramatic rolling-Jungkook on the floor.

“So you, Taehyung, are the only person up for the task. And, anyway, why you being shy all of a sudden? They’re just some lame-ass pictures—”

“Mine aren’t—”

“Shut up Jungkook and get back to suffering. Anyway, Tae, what do you think?” she smiled, looking at the respondent in hopes he’d consider everything she’d just said. Taehyung sighed, “It’s not like I have a choice anyway—”

“Fantastic! We love you,” Avyanna clamoured, squeezing his cheeks like a grandmother does to her nephew. He just smiled, finding everything hilarious.

Never could there be a dead moment whenever he’s with his friends. In fact, he believes that at least 60% of his abs were developed from the crazy amount of times they make him laugh.

Soon, Adrielle’s seriousness and speed brought their fruits and they were done with the flyers, nicely decorated thanks to her magic. She had finished a few minutes after the chef announced dinner was served and around twenty minutes after her parents had returned from work.

To pay for how much delay he’d caused them, Adrielle instructed Jungkook to make sure the right number of flyers would be printed and assigned Avyana as his personal guard as she took Jimin and Taehyung to the living room to show them her ideas for the final presentation. Yeah, this time around, the two boys were functioning just fine, completely serious and actively participating.

On the other hand, Avyanna and Jungkook were cracking some silly dance moves to the sound of the printer.

Finally, around ten minutes later, everyone, teenagers and parents, were sitting around the dining table to have dinner.

—Now playing: Venice Bitch by Lana Del Rey ✫

Them being at Adrielle’s was almost equivalent to being in the comfort of their homes so they easily lost track of time—didn’t mind really.

October was already knocking at the door, asking to be welcomed in along with its cold breeze, warm-coloured dry leaves, half-naked trees, dimly bright days and dark late afternoons. The sky above their heads was a smooth pitch-black surface decorated by a few stars here and there. The wind lacing the air wasn’t harsh enough to make trees start singing as it rushed through their leaves nor too cold for anyone to be shaking but it still called for an extra clothing layer to avoid catching a cold already in September.

They finished having dinner around two hours ago and spent their time hanging out, finally doing something unrelated to school that day.

They had a few drinks but considering it was Sunday, they didn’t go in strong and just had enough to live the moment. That type of activity is reserved for Fridays and Saturdays but Jungkook didn’t know this—or at least he did but just couldn’t bring himself to give even half a fuck.

Since the hands of the clock were inching closer and closer to the top numbers, to signal the end of another day, they had to pack up and leave to give themselves and the owners of the house the chance to rest and be fully energized for the next day.

The five senior-year high school students were all gathered outside by the big metal gate. Three were smoking while two were busy handling school-related issues.

“Honestly… why me?” Jungkook whined like a baby watching Jimin and Adrielle place the boxes of flyers in the trunk of his car.

“Kook, as we already told you, you use your car on a daily basis especially to go to school so it’s easier like this to transport the boxes,” Adrielle spoke slowly like one does to a stubborn child.

Taehyung blew out smoke from his cigarette and side-eyed his friend, chuckling and rolling his eyes because he knew what was coming. Jungkook probably had too much to drink and no one even noticed because if they had, they would’ve snatched the glass away from him immediately. The last thing any one of them wanted to handle was Jungkook being hangover—grumpier than Grumpy himself.

“Yeah, yeah… but… you see this beauty on four wheels?—” Jungkook burps “This artwork? It wasn’t coined to be carrying flyers around,” he kept going, speaking in whispering tones like he was high on drugs and seeing visions. Then he shoved his cigarette back in his mouth.

Jimin and Adrielle didn’t reply to him again. The first one mostly rolled her eyes like she always does and the second simply smiled.

“Are you high or something?” Avyanna was smoking her cigarette off while she giggled, looking at how messily Jungkook was smoking his. He shook his head a bit too much to deny but everyone saw through that and they chuckled.

“I guess I will be driving everyone home tonight,” Jimin chanted, going back to take another box.

“No, no, no. My baby… she belongs to me—” he burps.

“Jungkook, it’s just a stupid car,” Avyanna laughed. She always found him too funny whenever he was like this and the tons of videos of his sitting in her gallery can prove that.

“You know… that adjective you just used…” Jungkook began. “Oh, my God. I don’t think it’s just cigarettes. Did he drink? Who gets drunk on a fucking Sunday night?” Jimin questioned as he dropped the last box of flyers into the vehicle and closed the trunk. In the meantime, seeing how much her friend struggled to speak, Avyanna happily exclaimed: “Ooh, we love ourselves a blabbing Jungkook on a Sunday night!”

“That adjective…” he continued, struggling not to slur his words, “Didn’t just hurt my baby… but it hurt… me. Devasted me. Oh, my God! Avyanna… do you really hate me that much? Look what you’ve done to me,” he whined, throwing himself on the floor to behave like a fallen soldier but, luckily for him, his friends caught him before he could do any damage to himself. They were laughing through the whole process. Avyanna the most, especially while he was trying to speak coherently so he could paint her as a traitor.

“Okay, okay. It’s time for bed. Way past your bedtime,” Taehyung spoke with the cigarette tightly held between his lips as he held onto Jungkook’s shoulders. Jimin held the legs while Avyanna simply snatched the cigarette away from his fingers, causing him to whine and stretch to take it back and eventually fail. The girl wholeheartedly laughed, finding him hilarious and adorable at the same time—these were also the only times she could laugh in his face without him wanting to run after her and have her quickly greet Death by tickling her too much.

“He’s allergic to being serious, so much so he had to get drunk, bruh,” Adrielle chuckled, hand on her waist as she watched her friends try to carry him and place him in the backseat.

“Kook, I swear to you that if tomorrow you try to bust our asses because of your hangover, I’ll freaking rip every hair strand from your head. It will probably ease the headache,” she ultimately spoke, watching her friends succeed in placing the big drunk baby in the back. She knew that this warning was given to the breeze to carry along to wherever it wanted because the Jungkook of right now can’t understand anything and the Jungkook he’ll be tomorrow would rip her tongue out of her mouth if she ever wanted to repeat the sentence or bring her words to action.

“Y’all get ready to take the bus tomorrow no matter what because he surely won’t be in the mood to be doing anyone favours,” Taehyung spoke after taking his cigarette to quickly finish smocking before they left.

“Fuck! That’s true! He won’t pick me up tomorrow,” Avyanna whined and giggled, crumbling Jungkook’s cigarette under the sole of her shoes while she finished smoking hers.

“You better shut the fuck up because out of all of us, you’re the one who takes the bus the least because he always drives you to school, always. And, anyway, his car is staying at mine. I can’t just drop it at his and go home on foot,” Jimin explained, pointing fingers before getting into the driver’s seat. Avyanna only giggled and turned around to lean on the car, “I guess a great day awaits Jungkook tomorrow. Like just imagine him waking up with a raging headache, messing up everything he’s doing exactly because of it only to come out and see that his car isn’t where it usually is,” she chuckled more.

“Ooh and since he’s a hangover, he won’t turn his phone on unless he really needs to so when he can’t find his car, he finally goes to his messages just to see that Jimin sent him a voice message: ‘erm, you were so drunk last night I had to drive everyone home and since it was late and the bus wasn’t available, I had to drive myself home with your car. It’s parked in front of my house you can take it after school’” Taehyung laughed as they pictured everything in their head.

“He’d fucking lose it right then and there. He’d start cussing everyone and everything while he stumped his way to the bus stop,” Avyanna continued.

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of Jimin turning the engine on, so they got the queue they’d leave any moment from then and quickly took a few last draws before discarding the cigarettes by crushing them with their shoes.

“Oh, fuck you all for polluting not just your lungs but also my freaking compound! I wish you the best fucking night ever!” Adrielle exclaimed as they got in the car, laughing and blowing her kisses.

Finally, they drove off, out of her compound and to their homes while Avyanna waved at her friend from the back window.

Adrielle chuckled as she waved back and once they had completely left her compound, she pressed the button to allow her gates to close and trekked back to her home to get herself a good beauty sleep after everything that was today.

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ღWhat the JJK characters listen to part 2

ʚCharacters included: Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Inumaki, Yuuta, Maki

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a/n Nobody asked for a second part. Do i care? no. idk if im missing anyone anyways YO THIS IS FUN

Yuuji Itadori

Honestly, he screams Shakira to me, and Jennifer Lopez too.

His entire music taste consists of 2000s pop music thats super nostalgic and at the same time makes you cringe.

ALSO, he has the Backstreet Boys on repeat. Like literally on loop all the time.

Tried, keyword tried, getting into classical music just to seem cultured and fancy but he ended listening to piano covers of Call Me Maybe and Britney Spears.

He´s the type of person you´d take with you to do carpool karaoke cause you know he´s gonna play the songs everyone knows.

Honorable mention: NewJeans (cause he´s secretly not so secretly a kpop stan)

Megumi Fushiguro

Isn´t it obvious?

He´s SO Lana Del Rey coded.

ALSO, he had a Melanie Martinez phase that´s really not a phase but he says it is.

Other than Lana, he listens to soft beat type of songs, like Cigarettes After Sex, Men I Trust or Clairo.

Even if its not his usual vibe, he lowkey highkey really enjoys Coldplay after Yuuji showed him one of their songs, especially their softer tuned songs. (aka Sparks im gonna cry hol up)

Honorable mention: Billie Eilish

Kugisaki Nobara

SHES A BARBZ ALL THE WAY

Her whole vibe is hot pink and a hot girl typa gal. That applies to her music taste as well.

Shes very much into female rappers like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion too.

And lets not forget the classic pop stars like Ari or Jessie J.

Shes honestly in that sense a lot like Yuuji. They both connect because they listen to a lot of older pop music, except Nobara listens to more girly ish songs or in general songs that are very much female empowerment (queen behaviour)

Honorable mention: SZA (she had Kill Bill at full volume on repeat every time the boys annoyed her)

Inumaki Toge

Okay listen. I see a lot of headcanons that Inumaki is a huge gamer, like Fortnite type of gamer.

The first thing i thought of when i thought of this was dubstep and electro music. Also underground beatboxing.

Like bro i´m sorry im not but to me gamers are equivalent to that when it comes to music and im telling yall cause i had A PHASE (very cringe one we do not talk about it)

I also feel like he tried to be emo once but he only got as far as listening to Twenty One Pilots which isnt even emo so.

Honorable mention: Pitbull, he started listening to him as a joke because of the memes but its not a joke anymore

Yuuta Okkotsu

Ok ok to me he´s very soft boy coded, kind of like Megumi but more bright and cheerful.

HES A SWIFTIE. I dont make the rules sorry

You know that 2020 phase where everyone listened to soft music like Clairo, mxmtoon, Conan Gray, etc? Yeah he never got out of that phase.

BUT, hes evolved yall, his top genre is indie music.

lowkey feel like Inumaki got him into Twenty One Pilots and now he uses their music as an excuse to scream. He´s hella good at rapping their songs too like zayum.

Honorable mention: One Direction cause he never got over their disbandment

Maki Zenin

HEAR ME OUT

Before yall say anything listen to me.

I had to think this one through but shes very much rapper vibes to me, like og 2000s rappers like 2pac and Eminem.

I dont even know WHY but she just screams west coast thug life type of music.

Disses on modern rappers except Kendrick Lamar and MAYBE Travis Scott but thats saying too much.

I´m also convinced Yuuta introduced her to Joji and she cried in her room afterwards.

Honorable mention: Bruno Mars, dont ask

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C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #matt simmons #luke alvez #criminal minds headcanons #music is important #this is based purely off of my own interpretations of these characters #sorry if this makes no sense

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icycoldninja · 10 months ago

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I’m back again with another idea:

A reader with a hauntingly beautiful voice got caught humming “Once upon a dream” to her daughter to sleep by the DMC guys

Reader was a single mom whose husband died of war/devils/etc… and she raised her daughter alone until they came into the picture

P/S: The version of “Once upon a dream” where it was sung by Lana is a good example of what her voice could sound like, if not a little bit more deep and eerie

OK, might be a little short, but enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader with beautiful voice headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante happened to stroll past your daughter's bedroom door and suddenly froze in his tracks.

-He thought he'd heard ghostly voices coming from that room, but upon further inspection, he discovered it was just you singing.

-Dante was honestly shocked. Firstly, how could your daughter fall asleep to that haunting noise, and secondly, since when did you sing like that?

-Not like he was scared or anything, Dante thought your voice and the song you were singing were both pretty cool, and lingered in the doorway to hear it.

-He was glad to watch you and your daughter get some quality bonding time, considering how rough things had been for you two in the past.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil could hear the eerie humming all the way from downstairs. He thought you'd left the radio on or something and went up to look.

-He followed the sound all the way up to your daughter's room, which was odd since she didn't have any music players.

-For a second, Vergil began to think a demon had gotten into the house and was working its sick magic by singing to your little girl.

-Then he saw you sitting by your child's bed, humming to her softly while stroking her hair as she slept. The whole situation reminded Vergil of how Eva would sit and read to him when he was little.

-Vergil quietly entered the room and stood next to you, smiling. He was glad to be able to witness this moment, and how happy the two of you looked.

□ Nero ��

-Nero was busy doing his thing and cleaning his prosthetics, letting you have some quiet time with your daughter, when he caught wind of this haunting singing.

-At first he thought he was hearing things, but as time passed, Nero realized he was not hallucinating and that these sounds were coming from somewhere in his house.

-Nero tracked the music to your daughter's room, where he found you softly singing to your sleeping child.

-He never knew you could sing like this, and was honestly quite impressed.

-Relieved that nothing strange was going on, Nero left you two alone to enjoy your time together, not wanting to interfere.

● V ●

-V was relaxing on the couch with his familiars, reading poetry as usual, when he heard your faint singing.

-Your voice was eerily soothing, like a loving, nurturing ghost was whispering to him through the walls. V had never heard anything like this before, and now that he had, was pleasantly surprised.

-He knew you were singing to your daughter because she was the only other person in your life besides him who could get to see that sweet side of you that you normally kept hidden.

-V chuckled to himself, wondering what it would be like to fall asleep listening to your comforting, but also haunting singing. Your daughter was so lucky.

-Ah well, V would have to control his curiosity. Right now was some mommy-daughter bonding time--he could always ask you to sing him to sleep later.

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theswordwrites · 8 months ago

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(the alchemy) PREVIEW + PLAYLIST

As Election Day approached, the polls were clear: Aemond Targaryen was too cold, too untouchable and seemingly heartless. Juniper Greyson seems to be the exact opposite and might just be the perfect solution to his problems.

(Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, just a blurb!)

authors note: here is a blurb to immerse you into modern!westeros. part one is written, with the rest loosely planned in my head and my notes app. i'm excited to indulge in some romance tropes and just have fun with it. most likely very out of character aemond, but its my world and we're living in it! part one will be up tomorrow <3

HAS THE DRAGON BEEN TAMED JUST IN TIME? kingslandingnews.com / politics / pop culture

Aemond Targaryen, Green Party candidate and son of Viserys Targaryen, was spotted with his new paramour yet again. A source close to the dragon-blooded politician said, “… she’s a normal girl, really grounds him and softens his demeanor in a way we haven’t seen before.”

Who could this woman be? Our sources say it’s Juniper Greyson. A student, waitress and museum employee— and possible newest addition to the Targaryen dynasty. Greyson, 24, moved from Winterfell to attend Kings Landing University to study in their art history department. The university declined to comment on her standing.

Her social media accounts show no trace of her new beau, but pictures of her cat, friends and writings. Some might wonder what a girl like her could offer someone primed for political office, a large inheritance and a legacy to fulfill. If our sources are correct, perhaps she will give Targaryen the down-to-earth edge he needs to win his upcoming election.

At 27, he would be the youngest member of the Westerosi parliament in history. Although Targaryen’s policies are much more progressive than his fathers, he hasn’t polled as well with middle class and young voters as his campaign had hoped. With his recent tours of Flea Bottom, labor policy roll outs and promises to raise wages for tipped workers, those numbers have improved greatly.

Polls open three months from now, plenty of time for this relationship to bloom and push Targaryen one step closer to power, or drag him back down to being the second son of a disgraced Prime Minister.

PLAYLIST million dollar man lana del rey nothings gonna hurt you baby cigarettes after sex nude radiohead guilty as sin? taylor swift falling florence + the machine sober II (melodrama) lorde my boy only breaks his favorite toys taylor swift right side of my neck faye webster

yes this is heavily inspired by ttpd. but also deep achingly yearning love songs. but also songs about complicated relationships and two love interests having serious fucking issues. more to come xoxo

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond targaryen #modern!aemond targaryen x reader #modern!aemond targaryen x original female character #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #ewan mitchell

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assortedseaglass · 2 years ago

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Recollections - A Come Back To Me Story

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Request: I was thinking very generally and vaguely about either Billy and Ida or Bess and Tom, something about how the romance started? As in... How the soft feelings and affection built up during their teenage years, the pining, the mutual comfort from one another, just spending time together every day being friendly? Just... I want the sweet teenage romance fluff ya know? The deep friendship, the love that they have for one another when we meet them and how it started. @annoying-leftist-donkey

Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OFC)

Warnings: Language, underage drinking (very little), minor spoilers for Trigger Point and Come Back To Me

Word Count: 3.6K

Spring 2005

“Billy, love?”

In the flowerbed, a stag beetle made its slow way across the soil beneath the petunias. Billy watched it, bent over, hands on his scabbed and scrawny knees.

“Billy?”

The little boy stroked the iridescent blue of its back. Slowly, it raised its nobbled front legs and waved them in his direction. Billy smiled.

“Billy! Get your head out the flowers! Gwen’s calling you!” Val hurried beyond the front gate to next door’s driveway. A white van was parked across the entrance, and Billy watched as his mother picked up a cardboard box and hurried after into the house. He stood up, rubbed his mane of sandy hair and shuffled to the fence that separated his home from the old lady’s next door. Gwen, the old lady in question, was showing the white van men where to offload the boxes when she spotted Billy with his elbows on the fence.

“Alright Billy, love?”

“There was a beetle in the flowers.” His head lolled onto one arm. One of the white van men lifted a single mattress onto his shoulder and walked towards the door. The bulk of his tattooed arm flexed and, from the corner of his eye, Billy saw his older sister Lana grin. Eurgh.

“Well, my love, I’m sure it’ll be there in a little while. He’ll be happy in the shade.” Gwen dabbed at her forehead with a tissue and clapped her hands. “Now then. Could you pop this little box upstairs for me, Billy? In the old spare room?” Billy nodded and made his way around the fence. Gwen smiled down at him as his skinny arms wrapped around the cardboard.

“Is it books?” he grunted, lifted the box to rest on his chest. Gwen laughed.

“They are, yes.” She guided him into the dim hallway of the house. “You know my granddaughter has come to live with me? Well,” She continued when Billy nodded. “She’s been through ever such a tough time. Why don’t you say hello?” Billy stared at her a while, mouth slightly open as he pondered her request. What did you say to girls? He wasn’t sure he’d ever talked to the girls at school, not past “hello,” and “pass the football”. Again, he nodded slowly and ambled into the house. The man with the tattoos ruffled his hair as he squeezed past Billy on the staircase. He didn’t need directing; Billy always stayed in Gwen’s spare room when his parents went out and Lana was too stubborn to babysit.

The door was propped open by a suitcase. A raft of sunlight illuminated the floral curtains and the yellow paint of the walls shone marigold. When he’d first stayed here, Billy turned his nose up at the décor, but soon found comfort in Gwen’s plump bedding and lavender air freshener. He knocked the door with his trainer and entered. A little girl sat on the bed, hair fuzzy like an electrocuted cottonbud, her face solemn amongst the vibrancy of the room.

“Books.” Billy said matter-of-factly, pushing out his chest to indicate the box he held. The little girl pointed to the small bookshelf at the end of her bed. He left the box there and looked at the little girl. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, swinging sadly. A few toys were scattered here and there; a stuffed bear, a doll with long legs and a loose tennis ball, yet it still didn’t look like a little girl’s room.

“Do you want me to help?”

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and Billy froze. Lana cried all the time. She screamed at mum and dad then cried in her room. Billy often took to standing by the doorway, watching her, just so she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what else to do.

The girl shook her head. “That’s ok,” her voice was small. Billy swung his arms at his side then made for the door. “What’s your name?” she said suddenly.

“Billy. Live next door.”

“Like Billy Bunter.”

“Who?” He watched as she hopped from the bed and rounded past him to open the box of books. She rooted around before pulling out a worn hardback. She handed it to Billy. He cringed a little at the feel of its dusty cover. Old things made him feel funny. He looked at the title. Billy Bunter of Greyfriars School.

“It was my dad’s.”

“Right,”

“Have it if you want,”

“I only read comics,”

“Well, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, erm, ok.” He dashed out of the door. Halfway down the stairs, he turned and made his way back to the old spare room. “What’s your name?”

The little girl was on her knees, placing the books on the shelf.

“Ida.”

Autumn 2013

Ida didn’t want to sit on the wet swings. She’d forced Billy to take off his red cape, and was arranging it on the seat to protect her bottom. The boy in question was already swinging on the seat next to her, scuppering his shoes as they scraped along the ground.

“Why can’t you use your cape?”

“Because mine is satin, and yours is an old curtain.” Ida sat down and kicked off the ground, giggling a little at the way her cape flutter around her. “Do I look like a real superhero?”

Billy scoffed. “Don’t remember Loki giggling on the kid’s swings.”

“And I don’t remember Thor having matchsticks arms.”

“Fuck off,” Billy flicked his long fringe from his face and smiled. As his feet swept the ground, Ida swung higher and higher. Each time she flew past him, she stuck her head backwards so that she was completely straight, looking at him upside down. She’d made their costumes herself. Billy’s armour was made from cut up bin lids spray painted silver. Ida’s was a six quid leather jumpsuit from Primark. He’d met her at the door of Gwen’s with a litre bottle of cider hidden behind his back, and when she’d opened the door, a wave of cold fear washed over him. She looked…different.

“You’ll freeze in that bloody outfit,” Gwen was hurrying Ida from the house. “Back by midnight please.” Ida rolled her eyes as she walked to Billy. They knocked on a few houses, accepting sweets from those who remembered it was Halloween, then meandered towards Cranstead Fields’ play park at the back of the houses. The bottle was half drunk, the hum of the alcohol staving off the cold. A group of boys skirted the park, each dressed in a cotton skeleton onesie. One lifted his mask and shouted at Billy.

“Shown her your hammer yet?” The others guffawed.

Billy lobbed a boiled sweet from his trick or treat bag at him. “Fuck off!”

“Billy!” Ida stopped her swinging and bumped into Billy. He shot her a dirty look as the boys ran away, their taunting cackles echoing in the damp night. Neither spoke for a while. Moths skittered under the lampposts. Orange light dappled in the rain-soaked ground and the first of the season’s fireworks dotted the skyline over the bustling city. A fox called. “Did something happen, Bills?”

He knew what she was getting at. Things hadn’t been good at home for a while. Lana was overseas, and Val and Jeff were worried. Billy made his mum a cup of tea each day before he went to school. She was sleeping in a little later these days, despondent and distant. Jeff was the opposite, falling asleep in front of Match of the Day, clutching a beer and the picture of them all at Lana’s trooping out. Things went from manageable to volatile when Billy’s GCSE results came through. In truth, he was proud of himself. He’d scraped the grades he needed to do his A levels; physical education, English, design tech. He’d had extra tuition for maths and Ida made books so exciting that he’d surprised everyone with his B in English. But everything else was…average. Less than.

What have you been doing all year?

With everything going on already Billy! Really?

Your mum’s nerves are already shattered without having to worry about you!

For God’s sake Billy, grow up.

Your sister’s off getting shot at and you can’t even pass a few exams?

“Dad. Had a few too many. ‘S’all.”

Ida nodded sadly. He wasn’t looking at her, but at the moths in the lamplight. “Do you want to stay at ours tonight? You know Gran won’t mind,”

Billy flicked his fringe away and sniffed. “Yeah. Yeah, go on.” He grabbed the chain of Ida’s swing and pulled her towards him. “You’re all I’ve got left now,”

“Don’t be dramatic-”

“It’s true,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and passed her the cider. “You and Lana are the only ones that get me. And Lana hasn’t been the same since training. All righteous and-” He waved his hand in the air, as if grasping for a word.

“Stuck up?” Ida offered. Billy clicked his fingers.

“Stuck up.”

The clack of heels along the park path made them both look up. Immediately, Billy let go of the chain holding Ida next to him, and she swung sadly back into place. Three girls, Ida suspected from the university, were tottering through the park dressed as nurses. Nurses in fishnets with skirts round their arses.

“I mean, what the fuck is that meant to be?” Ida muttered. “Zombie nurses?” Billy didn’t reply. Ida looked at him. He was sat upright, shoulders back, ruffling his hair to give it a devil-may-care look he could never achieve.

“They wouldn’t look at you twice,”

“Doesn’t stop me looking at them.”

Spring 2017

She hadn’t been clubbing since first year. A round of vodka and cokes cost the same as a week’s rent in London, and the clubs on the outskirts of the city picked up the dregs. The dealers offering heroine instead of cocaine. Students from the city, not the international students funded by their parents. Disenfranchised locals. Ida and some other girls from her English Literature course found an old bar that some of the post-grads frequented, styled like on old speakeasy with dim lighting for dancing. It was the place that academics went to get pissed and shag, in the guise of research meetings and networking. But, for tonight, for Billy, she made an exception.

The Warehouse. The place for sticky floors and red strobe lights. Asking the guys behind the bar for “whatever’s cheapest”. For slagging off the world and screaming into the void. Something Just Like This was pounding over the speakers, and Billy’s head was lolling onto his chest as he danced, sweat dripping from the tendrils of his hair. His eyes were half-lidded, lost in the music or the alcohol or the day, but it was time to get him home. Ida tugged at his arm. She tugged at his arm again. Billy looked at her as though awakening from sleep. As though he had forgotten she was there.

“Can we go now?” Ida shouted over the music. Someone bumped into her back and sugary liquid splattered down her arm.

“What?” he shouted in her ear? He smelt of fresh sweat and Lynx.

“Can we go home now?” Billy didn’t reply for a moment and kept dancing to the music as he looked at her. Ida tugged his arm and stomped her foot.

“Alright,” he smiled a little, grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd. The cold spring air outside The Warehouse hit Billy like a punch to the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.

“You gonna be sick?” Ida was tying up her hair and rubbing sweat from the back of her neck.

“Nah,” Billy stood upright, regaining his balance as he burped. Ida made a face. “I told you I wouldn’t drink much.”

I’m not looking after you tonight if you go drinking like a twat

When Ida raised her eyebrows, Billy alternated putting his finger on his nose while walking toward her. He only stumbled a little.

“Alright,” Ida wrapped one arm around Billy’s neck and together they began the walk home. “You’ve proved your point.”

The night was quiet, as were they. In the twelve years since Ida moved next door, she’d developed a language with Billy that didn’t always need a voice, just the warmth of someone being there when others weren’t. There were alone, together. Ida was mulling over this melancholy comfort when she realised Billy wasn’t next to her. Panic flared in her vodka-fogged brain, but when she turned around, it dissolved into sadness. A few metres away, sat on the pavement’s edge, Billy had his head in his hands. He was shaking.

The stone was cold when she sat down and put her arm around Billy. At once he fell sideways, curling into her lap. A car sped past, tyres hissing on the wet road. He didn’t even flinch.

“Three times,” he whispered.

“I know,”

“Three times. I don’t get what’s wrong with me.”

Ida stroked his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I mean,” he sat up, his voice bolder. “You’ve seen some of the guys that Lana was in Afghanistan with! John’s a tough guy but he hasn’t got more than two braincells. How the fuck can he diffuse bombs?”

“Maybe that’s why he diffuses bombs-”

“What is so wrong with me that I can’t even get into the fucking army? Passed the physical every time and I’m not mental. I don’t fucking fit in anywhere. Not the army, not at home-” Ida let him rant. There was no use in arguing with him. Billy was so mardy these days. Everything made him angry. He’d probably snap at her if she flashed her tits at him. Ida blushed. Where the fuck did that thought come from? She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace there. She draped it over Billy’s head.

“What you doing?”

“Giving you a present,”

Billy looked down at the pendant dangling at the end of the chain. Very faintly he could make out a woman draped in robes. “Who is it?”

“Saint Dymphna. Gran gave it to me after mum and dad-you know-” Ida trailed off. “Anyway, I want you to have it now.”

“Cheers,” he was still looking at it as he rubbed his nose and brushed the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“She looks after people when they’re sad. I’m glad you’re not going, Billy.” Ida’s heart leapt into her throat when he looked at her, a mixture of anger and curiosity swimming in his teary eyes. “It means you’re not leaving me behind.”

Billy’s mouth twitched in a sad smile. Then it broadened mischievously. He leant backwards, arms reaching for something on the pavement. “I’m not sad.” Then he whacked her with a traffic cone.

“What the hell, Billy!?” Ida shrieked as he stood up and ran into the empty road. She grabbed the other and charged at him, its pointy end jabbing him in the ribs.

“Ow!” he said through laughter. “Tell you what, they should sign you up.” Whatever irascible flights of fancy took over Billy, mood swings or traffic cone-induced silliness, Ida was glad at least to see him smiling. Billy put the cone on his head and ran at her, bent over like a fluorescent rhinoceros and their laughter bounced off the sleeping houses. Somewhere along the walk, they found an abandoned shopping trolley and Billy pushed Ida in it the rest of the way home. He tipped her out unceremoniously outside her house and left it on the pavement. Over the fences of their two houses, they waved goodnight.

“It’ll be better in the morning, Billy, promise.” She stuck her little finger over the fence. He lopped it with his in non-committal.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, unlocked the door, and disappeared inside.

Winter 2018

“It’s very romantic, isn’t it?” Val was refolding clothes as Billy put them in his suitcase.

“Mum, please.” He snatched a jumper from her hands and put it back atop his pile of clothes. “You know she’s wanted to go for ages. It’s her twenty first, the tickets were cheap and it means I can get a rest from you lot.”

“Don’t think you’ll be getting much rest, Bills.” Lana winked over her cup of tea.

“Fuck off,” Billy launched a balled-up pair of socks at her. Some of her tea spilled onto the carpet and Val tutted. Lana was already laughing her way down the hallway.

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had replayed in his mind over the last few days. Billy saved up to buy a bottle of champagne on the Eurostar. The steward poured their drinks and smiled sweetly at Ida.

“He’s a keeper.”

Billy coughed and his neck went bright red. Ida spluttered, “It’s my twenty-first-” The steward, not seeming to have heard, finished pouring the champagne and left the carriage.

Once they had checked into the small Montmartre hotel, they’d walked across the city in search of food. Or rather, drink. Winter in Paris was achingly cold, especially at night, and the pair of them were wrapped up to there ears in woollens. Ida was insistent that they sit outside, “like in the films”. She sank a bottle of red all to herself and Billy had a cold glass of beer. He watched as she chatted excitedly about her plans for the trip, the museums and bookshops she longed to see. Her cheeks had turned the same colour as her red scarf, the warm glow of the wine and the candle on the table painting her the exact colour of comfort. Billy forgot he was cold. They walked along the Seine after, Ida leaning on him as her tipsy feet wobbled on the cobbles. They passed numerous couples, old and young, French and foreign. The black water of the Seine began to glitter with light. The Eiffel Tower sparkled across the water and a distant clapping carried towards them. A man was on one knee below the tower, another man jumping up and down with excitement.

“Lovely!” Ida was such a sweet drunk. “Cliché, but lovely.”

The last time Billy remembered the conversation with his sister and mother happened at the Musée d’Orsay, and if the universe was trying to hint at something, it wasn’t being subtle. He’d lost her. She’d wandered off in a world of her own, reading every label and taking in every painting. When he found her, he simultaneously felt like his dick was going to burst through his trousers and shrivel up inside his body. With her back to him, Ida was looking at a painting of a woman’s fanny, full in the face. He grabbed her shoulder.

“It’s amazing isn’t it? L’Origine du Monde-”

“I’ve been looking for you,” Billy pulled her away, glancing over his shoulder for one last look at the painting. A security guard caught his eye and winked. Billy’s head snapped forward so quickly he heard it crack.

Summer 2022

There was no shade. Heat was radiating off the pavement, and Ida could feel the hot stone through the soles of her shoes. She looked at her phone.

On my way x

He’d sent it forty minutes ago. “Come the fuck on, Billy.” Her bag was full to bursting and the books that didn’t fit were cradled in her arms. A few of the undergraduate students passed by, waving goodbye as they hopped onto the university bus. Her PhD teaching still had a long way to go, but at least the students liked to learn. The bus departed the stop and as she watched it go, the barking honk of a car horn almost made her drop her books.

Without her noticing, Billy had pulled up in his battered old Vauxhall. He was laughing at her through the dusty window, his lopsided smile full of mirth. He leant over and opened the door for her.

“Sorry I’m late,” he swatted some rubbish off the passenger seat as Ida slumped into it, kicking aside an empty crisp packet to make way for her bag.

“Mean machine’s seen better days,”

Notes: Billy and Ida, my sweet summer children. If you’ve read Come Back To Me, you know that this story ends where that begins.

I like to think that 16 year old Billy would have gone through the emo curtain hair phase of 2010-2014, hence the Thor look. LOL. You know I like my research! Halloween of 2013 was a week before Thor 2 hit cinemas, and Something Just Like This was UK’s number one dance song in 2017.

Come Back To Me Tags: @jessssica1234 @heimtathurs @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @aemonds-wifey @slytherincursebreaker @valerie977 @greenowlfactif @yentroucnagol @schniiipsel @multiple-fandoms-girl @just-emmaaaa @tosiaf @kage-no-sonzai @arcielee @ewanmitchellcrumbs @babyblue711

#ewan mitchell #billy washington #billy washington x oc #trigger point series #come back to me

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danceswithsporks · 1 year ago

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Calm Part- 7

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series

Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader

Chapter Summary: as the two of you continue to work through your fears big steps are taken and precious words are shared.

Authors Note: woo! 3 days after my vacation ended and this part is already ready!! For those of you who read the preview for this story you’ll notice that the same section has made its appearance. It has been changed a little though so try not to skip straight through it! Also, after looking through my outline for this story it looks like we’re roughly three more updates away from the end!! I may try to squeeze a fourth update in but I’m not positive yet.

Now without further ramblings! Let’s jump into Part 7!

Calm, life on Pabu had returned to its almost Calm existence once more. Over the past two months, your little family had begun to heal. The nightmares that had plagued the both of them had become more and more infrequent and you could see the happiness slowly returning to Omega. You knew it wasn’t solely because of you.

Chai had settled on a planet that the boys had visited multiple times, Ord Mantell. With that, a steady delivery of something called Mantell Mix had begun. It was apparently Omega's favorite snack, as well as Wreckers. Phee hypothesized that the return of the girl's favorite snack was helping to give a sense of normalcy to her once more. You were inclined to agree.

A month after she’d left, Chai had sent her first package which had been exciting for all three of you. It was like they could both smell the treat from inside the crate, having been informed by you that it was all they talked about. Within you’d found a few tins of tea, a flier for the new shop Chai had opened with Phee, and some beautiful black and red shimmered Naboo silk. There was even a letter detailing how she missed you and the cool ocean breeze. It reminded you of your final days in school when you’d pass notes to one another. Sure you saw each other all the time, just as you now holo-videoed once a week, but it had been nice to not rely solely on technology to communicate. You’d sent your letter back to her with a warm cloak for her to wrap up in. Chai had mentioned how cold Ord Mantell could get and Omega had agreed. That same week Wrecker had left on the supply run for the first time in three months.

It had been one of the hardest moments for you to date. The worry and stress that had coursed through your body as you watched the Marauder leave the planet had made you feel as though ice water had been dumped on you. You felt ridiculous thinking that he would never leave again, but you’d found yourself hoping that he never would. That he’d just stay planetside for the rest of his life with you. But that wasn’t him, that wasn’t Wrecker. That wasn’t the clone you’d fallen in love with. Wrecker was a soldier, a man who helped those in need and traveled through the stars. The only thing that had stopped you from completely breaking down as the ship vanished into the clouds, was Omega. After the events of Tantiss, it had been decided by all of you that Omega was not leaving the planet again for a long time. The girl, surprisingly, had agreed.

Where you had been her rock for the last two months, she was now your rock for the few days Wrecker was gone. Four days. That’s how long he’d been gone. It was ridiculous how stressed you found yourself during that time but after the sudden loss of Tech, you worried that you’d suddenly lose Wrecker. Omega, being the sweetheart she was, spent those four days telling you silly stories about all of the boys. Apparently Wrecker, on one of their many adventures, had gotten his arm stuck in a small opening that ended up being the den of some Ollopoms. Wrecker had seen the pretty white, yellow, and pink of the small rodent and thought it was a flower. It had taken Hunter and Omega an hour to dig his arm out and by the time it was free, three baby Ollopoms had nested in his large hand. The image made you giggle. A victory for Omega.

By the time Wrecker had returned, a bundle of gorgeous exotic flowers in his arms for you, you hadn’t felt as stressed out about him leaving. Of course, you did waylay him for an entire day in your bedroom the moment he stepped through the doorway. Omega thought you were sick and he was taking care of you. You technically had been sick, sick from a lack of Wrecker inside of you. That sweet man of yours had given you the medicine you needed to feel better many, many, many times. Sure you hadn’t been able to walk properly the next day, but it was so worth it.

Over the past two months, the two of you had continued to work on your fears together. You’d been able to handle being on the Marauder while her engines purred around you and he’d been brave enough to sit on the wall with his feet dangling over the edge. It wasn’t a lot and definitely not a breakthrough for either of you, but it was a start.

One night, two weeks ago, Wrecker had mentioned that Chai had sounded homesick during your last call and that maybe she’d enjoy some company from home. The idea of being on the Marauder off the ground had made your heart begin to race. He’d taken your hand in his and kissed the back of it sweetly. “It was just a thought.” Came as a gentle whisper from him while he stroked your arm carefully.

“It’s not that I don’t want to visit her. It’s just…” your words had been stopped as he placed a finger against your lips.

“I know.” He’d kissed the corner of your lip sweetly before falling into silence. After a few quiet moments, he’d cleared his throat. “How about…we make a deal?” You shifted against him before looking up at him and raising your eyebrow.

“What did you have in mind?” Wrecker had given you an interesting look before speaking.

“How about we go visit that waterfall you were telling me about a few weeks ago?” He’d watched as you tilted your head in surprise.

“That’s at least a three-hour boat ride from here, on a different island.” Where was he going with this?

“With the Marauder it’s only thirty minutes.” You’d noticeably swallowed at the mention of the ship. “Would give us more time to enjoy the area.”

Your throat had tightened as you realized what he was hinting at. “You w-want to fly there?”

Wrecker nodded carefully before continuing. “We fly there and then we can jump off the falls, like you used to when you were younger.”

Wait, he wanted to jump off the waterfall? “Wrecker, that’s almost sixty feet. Are you sure?” You’d watched as he chewed his lip at the new information before he nodded quickly. If he was willing to brave a sixty-foot jump for you then surely you could brave flying in the ship to the island. Right?

You were now asking yourself that question once more while you stared at the ramp of the ship. You’d been on the ship countless times now. Wrecker took every opportunity to bring you here for meals or late-night walks, as well as other activities. Trying to get you as comfortable as possible with the ship. You knew every part of the ship inside and out now, as well as how comfortable each bunk was. You preferred his bunk the most. Many times now he’d even had the engines running to get you used to the sound. But never had the ship flown with you in it. That thought was now stopping you in your tracks.

Wrecker walked by you with the picnic you’d packed in hand as well as some other supplies, his eyes taking in the way you hesitated. “We can go home if this is too much too soon.” He spoke sweetly from the doorway. Inside Gonky could be heard saying something and walking around. Apparently, he needed to come with you.

“No.” The word left you quicker than you expected. You

Could do this. This was what you’d been building up to these past two months. You facing your fear would help Wrecker face his. “I want to do this. With you.” You watched as Wrecker smirked and vanished into the ship for a moment before returning to you. He proudly walked down the ramp, wrapped his arm around your waist, and kissed you deeply. Your head spun as you felt his pride for how brave you were being course through him and into you.

He could feel the little shakes your body was doing as the fear tried to take hold. He deepened the kiss while gripping you tightly, sure enough, your legs went weak and you stumbled slightly. A hum of approval left the large clone as he felt the shakes slow. “That’s right, that’s my good girl.”

Stars, Wrecker knew exactly what to say to distract your mind. You whined against him as his words of praise danced through your head making you forget why you were even so scared. You were his good girl, his brave girl. He’d shower you with all the praise in the galaxy if you did this. Something he always made sure to do after each time you stepped onto the ship. “L-let’s go.” The sooner you did this the sooner he’d say it again and that magnificent feeling would be coursing through your body once more.

Wrecker playfully tapped the tip of your nose and motioned for you to lead the way. “That’s my girl.” Your perfect eyes fluttered for a moment before stumbling up the ramp and into the ship. Yeah, he’d figured you out quickly. He’d said it by accident the third time you’d visited the ship and the way your eyes had fluttered and you’d stuttered slightly let him know that you enjoyed it. He’d made sure not to overuse it either, only when it came to facing your fear did he use it and damn did it work every time. Your shared sex life had been flared to life by the work you two were doing for one another. Something about the race of your hearts as you faced your respective fears just seemed to fire you both up.

He watched the way your hips swayed in that short dress of yours. Something black and red caught his eye for a moment before you disappeared into the ship. By the time he’d finished all the checks on the ship and returned to pick you up for your date, you’d already gotten dressed and packed your meal. Now he wondered what exactly was beneath the cute green with tan lace sundress you wore. Wrecker followed quickly behind you and into the cockpit of the Marauder. You nervously sat in one of the passenger seats behind the pilot's chair with your knee bouncing nervously. He stopped next to you and kissed your cheek sweetly before sinking into the pilot's seat.

Every nerve in your body was alive at the moment. You felt every bump, thump, and shift as the ship creaked and began its take-off procedures. The door seemed to hiss closed even louder than it had a few days ago and you watched it carefully. The ship hummed beneath your feet and you swore you could feel it all. Was this how Hunter felt? Did he experience everything the ship did more intensely than the others? Stars, if that was the case then you really felt bad for him.

“You’re doing great, my good girl.”

Oh, there were those words again. You looked towards him instead of at the door and found his hand reaching back to you. Leaning forward, you gripped the warm strong hand tightly and in one swift pull you were on your feet and staggering towards him. Oh, he wanted you next to him, a large lump formed in your throat, near the front of the ship. Your body tingled as the ship hummed louder, no doubt moments from leaving the safety of the ground. Shaky legs carried you to the copilot seat next to him here you took a long breath while staring out the window. Even just being in the cockpit made you feel like you were incredibly high up. The ground just below the ship was impossible to see thanks to the nose of the Marauder. All you could see was the island far below you. He asked a gentle ‘Ready’ while squeezing your hand once more and you felt your heart jump at the realization that you were seconds away from takeoff. “R-ready.”

He nodded to you and then you felt it. A long-forgotten feeling of a ship hovering over the ground. More emotions than you could count hit you all at once. Delight, excitement, nervousness, fear, and most surprisingly…longing. A surprising part of you had missed this feeling. The way the ship hummed all around you and swayed side to side as it prepared to dash into space. As a child you’d adored this feeling, knowing it meant you were off on another adventure. This feeling and the jump to hyperspace had been the feelings you’d adored as a child. It's why you’d loved being on a ship in the first place.

Wrecker's eye flickered to you for a moment as the ship hovered over the cobblestone courtyard. He took in every little detail on your face at that moment. The way your eyes went wide with a mix of worry and wonder, how you chewed your lip nervously, and how your hand was blindly reaching out for him while your eyes stayed locked on the windshield. A small beep left the console as the ship indicated you were now high enough away from the ground to continue. A part of him wanted to take this slow and build up to speed slowly but there was something in your eyes, something in them was telling him to punch it. It would be a gamble to do so. He’d either terrify you to the point where you wanted to go home or…

The ship took off like a rocket making a loud squeal of delight leave your lips. This! This feeling! The last time you’d felt this feeling was the day your parents died. Oh, how you’d forgotten this feeling! The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you shot through the sky, buildings, and scenery rushing past you in a blur while the amazing power of the ship pushed you into your seat.

The squeal made Wrecker smile as he shot away from Pabu and towards the island, you’d told him about. He’d hoped that this would be your reaction. That you’d allow that delight you’d felt as a child to return to you and replace the fear that gnawed at you. He wouldn’t leave the atmosphere, no you weren’t ready for that much yet. But this was a big step and a good start. His thick fingers tapped the console a few times turning on the autopilot before swiveling his seat to face you. With a gentle tug, you were pulled from your seat and the daze you were in and into his lap. Your legs straddled his while your perfect eyes stared into his one good eye. “I’m proud of you, my brave girl.”

You’d been so lost in the magnificent feeling of the ship racing through the skies of your homeworld that you hadn’t realized you’d been pulled into his lap until he spoke and said those special words. ‘Brave girl’ now those were the words that completely undid you. He only ever said them after you’d completed whatever part of the fear you were facing. Just like every time before it sent a shiver down your spine and a heat to your core. “Y-yes. I did it.” His large hand held your cheek gently as a thumb stroked the delicate skin beneath your eye.

He watched your eyes flutter before he leaned forward and kissed you proudly. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good. Nervous still.” That feeling was being overridden by the desire for him growing within you. But it was still there, waiting for just the wrong thing to happen to allow it to shoot to the forefront of your mind. All it would take was some turbulence or strong headwinds to knock you off balance and out of whatever bliss-filled headspace you were in.

“That’s okay. Can’t expect it to go away the first time. Maybe I should bring my good girl on more trips around the planet? Would you like that, sarad?” He stroked the side of your face gently with the back of his forefinger while he spoke. Admiring the way you put so much faith and trust into him.

“Yes.” If only to hear him call you his ‘good girl’ and his ‘brave girl’. Maybe there was some kind of psychological reason as to why you enjoyed being called a good girl but you didn’t care to find out. “Will you…” you chewed your lip and thought about your next words. His mind-spinning pet names for you had done a number on you. Them plus the adrenaline coursing through your veins had worked you up. “Let me ride in your lap next time?”

His other hand dropped to your hip and squeezed gently. “Why not right now? Since you’re already here?” Shifting in his seat, his growing bulge rubbed against the heat between your legs making a little mewl leave your lips. The scent of your perfume wafted through his nose, jasmine, and vanilla, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. An airy breath left your lips while his danced across your skin. Your thighs tightened against his making him squirm beneath you, drawing yet another mewl from you. “Ya like that idea, don’t ya?” His lips dragged across the lobe of your ear. “Maybe next time” he whispered in a deep gruff voice. “You can have my cock in ya.”

“Fuck” The word had left you before you could even think, a dark chuckle leaving him as he nipped at your ear. The way he seemed to become a different man when it came to being on the ship with you was just so incredible. He became so dominating and demanding. You’d made love on all of his siblings' bunks first before even being in his. All because he’d demanded to see you come undone on each one. He wanted your scent everywhere to torture Hunter while making sure Echo and Crosshair could see their beds in a tangled mess and know that the two of you had been there. Wrecker adored his brothers, his Vod as he called them, more than most could say about their siblings. But when it came to you being on the ship with him? Stars, he became insatiable. You couldn’t get enough of it.

Wrecker dipped his hand beneath your dress and pressed it against your needy core. Even through the material of your swimsuit, he could feel your growing dampness. Your hips ground against his lap making him groan followed by another chuckle. “Now now, gotta make sure we get there safe.” A cute little needy whine left you as he spoke. “Don’t worry. You’ll have my cock in ya soon enough, sarad.” He’d make sure you did by the end of the day. He felt you shift in his lap preparing to get off of him. With a smirk, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “For now, how about you let me taste what you had for breakfast?”

Your cheeks heated up at his request. Wrecker's tongue in your mouth was right up there with his tongue against your clit. “Want me to tell you first?” You licked your lips in anticipation of his against them.

“Nah, I like guessing.” He pressed his lips against yours and was instantly granted access. A smirk crossed his lips as he continued to kiss you. Chocolate and strawberries. His favorite.

-*-

You felt the excitement building as you cleared the final step of the mountain and spotted the diving point you’d climbed up to. Over that edge was a sixty-foot drop into crystal clear lavender water. The large pool of water in front of you that fed the falls glowed in a soft purple hue. The smell alone was enough to calm you in a way you adored. Turning behind you, you smiled at the large clone carrying the picnic basket and blanket.

“You brought the rope and that ascender thing, right?” A smile rested on your lips as you watched Wrecker place the basket down and pull out said items. “Perfect, there’s a good tree to tie it to over here.”

Wrecker watched as you walked towards the edge of the waterfall and looked over carefully. Something inside him tightened as he watched you kick a small rock over the edge followed by a whistle of surprise. “You should back up.” Left his lips before he could stop it. He’d agreed to this. He told you he could do this and he would. But seeing you like that, so close to falling over. It didn’t sit well with him. It was one thing being on the stone wall of your courtyard overlooking the island. But this? This was unpredictable, unsafe. The ground beneath your feet could easily give way and you could topple over.

A small laugh left you as you backed away from the edge. “Don’t worry. I was just making sure nothing changed.” Smiling, you turned and looked at the big teddy bear behind you. Your smile dropped as you took in the worried look on his face. You could see that his mind was beginning to get away from him. “Hey.” Moving quickly, you returned to his side and took the rope from him, dropping it to the ground. “We don’t have to do this. We can just enjoy a nice picnic up here and wade in the water. The pool was shallow enough at one end that you wouldn’t be swept away by the current.

He felt your warm hands in his but his mind couldn’t seem to focus on your words. It was as if his mind had switched to protection mode and all he wanted to do was keep you close. It took you saying his name three more times for him to refocus. “W-what?”

“I said we didn’t have to do this…and that you’re squeezing my wrists a little too tight.” Instantly his hand released you and he took a step back. You could tell he was fighting those thoughts again. “Wrecker, my bear. Everything is ok, I am ok. You are ok.” You took a careful step towards him and slowly slid your hands back into his.

He wasn’t sure how you managed to always find a way to recenter him, but you did. “I’m sorry, goddess.” Carefully he lifted your hands and placed gentle kisses on each of your wrists. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. We knew this wouldn’t be easy.” A hum came from you as you felt his gentle lips against your skin. “Now, let’s eat some lunch.” Stepping forward you placed your chest against him and tilted your head up. “Relax in the water and you can admire my new bikini.”

Wrecker shivered at the feeling of your fingers moving under the back of his shirt and slowly up his spine. “N-new bikini?” He remembered the flash of black and red that he’d seen earlier. Something told him already that he’d enjoy how it looked.

With a smirk, you nodded and took a step back. “My aunt on Coruscant sent it. She said it’s the latest fashion.” Reaching up to your neck, you undid the knot on the top of your dress and allowed the green and cream material to slide down to the ground with the help of a little wiggle. Wrecker's eyes widened as he took in the swimsuit and you knew his mind was officially on you. “Do you like it?”

The black fabric shimmered with red crystals as you turned slowly for him. The fabric crisscrossed on the front and wound tightly around your neck before moving under your breasts where the bottom part showed a daring amount of skin. Two more strips of black fabric crossed from the top of your ribs, across the front, and down to your hips connecting with the bottoms that accentuated your ass beautifully. A shaky breath left Wrecker as he watched you bend over and pick up your dress. “L-love it.”

Looking over your shoulder, you smirked. “Good. Now.” Turning you walked to the picnic basket and placed your dress down before looking for the blanket. “I packed sandwiches and dessert. Which would you like first?”

There was only one dessert Wrecker wanted to have and it wasn’t whatever you had in the basket. He moved faster than he intended and was soon behind you. Slowly his hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you close. Memories of your make-out session on the Marauder an hour ago resurfaced and spurred him on.

“Oh.” You giggled as you stood and placed your back against his broad chest. “Or we can have dessert now and dessert later.” Reaching a hand up, you placed it against his cheek and pulled his face into the crook of your neck. “What would my big bear like?”

Stars, he wanted to rip this bikini off of you and take you now instead of later. Bury himself in your warmth and enjoy the safety and grounding that only you could give him. “Whatever you prefer, my goddess.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fought the urge to give in to him. “Well we did climb up here to enjoy the lavender water, so let’s relax in this lovely pool with some wine and maybe..” with a final wiggle of your ass, you stepped away. “I’ll let you enjoy some desert in the water.”

“I…” Wrecker had always wanted to fuck in a pool like this. He was a simple man with simple desires. He watched as you took your boots off and moved towards the shallow end of the water and away from the waterfall. The waterfall that you’d planned your entire trip around. That he’d made a deal with you about. “I want to enjoy the falls.. as we planned.”

“What?” You turned and looked at your clone in surprise. Yes, you’d made a deal that you’d ride in the Marauder and he’d jump from the falls. But you had zero intention of holding him to it. “You don’t have to do that, Wrecker. We can build up to it. There’s no rush.” You could easily come back another day, especially if that meant riding in the Marauder with him inside of you like he wanted.

Wrecker shook his head as he bent down and picked up the rope. “I want to enjoy what you enjoy. If that means jumping from super high up and into the water below.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Then let’s do it.” A small smile crept on your face and that alone gave him the courage to go through with this. If you could ride in the Marauder for him then he could do this.

“Ok. I’ll go first and you follow me?” Quickly you packed everything back into the basket before grabbing the rope. “You can lower the basket to me once I’m down there?” Then you could enjoy your date at the base of the falls instead. Maybe screw under the falls themselves? It was a promising idea. You knew from experience that there was a small alcove behind the falls.

“No.” Wrecker helped you tie the rope to the large tree before tying the other end to the basket. “I-I’ll go first.” He removed his boots and pants quickly, trying to get the jump out of the way before he chickened out.

You cooed at him playfully before stepping over and placing your hand on his chest. “I know where to jump. Follow my lead.”

Wrecker grabbed your wrist and stopped you before you could head to the edge. “W-what if I chicken out?”

“You won’t.” With a smirk, you stepped back to him and stood on the tips of your toes. “Because I’ll be waiting for you at the bottom. Naked.” Placing a quick kiss on his stunned face, you turned and sprinted for the edge. With a happy squeal, you dove off the edge and into the waters below.

“Mesh’la!” Wrecker ran to the edge and looked down, terrified that he’d see your mangled corpse against the rocks.

A few moments went by before you finally broke through the surface, a large smile on your face. You adored the rush you got when cliff diving. Looking up, you waved to Wrecker who tentatively waved back. The worry and fear were easy to see on his face. Keeping your word you unclamped the top of your bathing suit and shimmied out of it. A happy smile rested on your lips as you held the piece of clothing up for him to see.

He didn’t need you to show him your bikini. The water was crystal clear and he could easily see your nude body wading in the deep water. The desire to have that against his skin overpowered the fear inside him. With a toss of the basket over the edge, Wrecker jumped as well.

A loud splash echoed around the waterfall as he made contact with the water, his large body causing the water to ripple and push you toward the edge. A giggle left you as you swam towards him. Even before his head broke through the surface, his arms were around your waist and pulling you into him. “Wrecker!” You gasped as he finally broke the surface and pulled you into a tight hug, his lips pressed firmly against yours. His kisses always made your head spin. With a hum of delight, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” Came as a whisper as your forehead rested against his. Below the water, one of his hands held your thigh tightly while the other helped you two wade.

Wrecker moved his head and buried it into the crook of your neck as you spoke to him. While you may have been proud of him, he had been terrified. Your fingers ran gentle circles at the base of his neck as he quietly sobbed into your skin.

You knew this had been a big step for him. Stars, the day itself had been big for the both of you. The fear of falling, the fear of being hurt or worse had been something you’d had to convince him would be ok. “Shhh, it’s ok. We’re ok. You did it.” You felt him shake slightly as a few scared sobs left him and you simply hummed as you continued to hold him. “I got you, Wrecker. I’m here.” You remembered the way his praise always made you feel. “I’m so proud of you, my big bear.”

While your words didn’t affect him the same way his did to you, they helped. Proud of him, yes, you were proud of him. He’d done it. He’d faced his fear and jumped sixty feet. Tech would be so proud of him. “I…I did it.”

“You did!” You allowed your happiness that he’d faced his fear overflow from you and into him. “Wait until you tell Omega. She’s going to be so excited.”

Omega would, wouldn’t she? “Maybe we can bring her next time.” The walk from the ship to the peak alone would be thrilling for the curious girl. Though it would mean you wouldn’t be able to ride on his cock the whole flight.

“Oh, she would love this place. Might have to forcibly drag her back to the ship.” You chuckled before wiggling from his grasp and heading towards the roaring wall of water. “Come, I wanna show you something.” You’d both done it. Faced your fears for one another. Now it was time to have fun.

Wrecker watched your nude form swim away from him and towards the falls. Yes, it was nice having you in his arms naked. But damn was he enjoying watching you swim away like this. “Coming, Sarad.” He swam after you with a small smile on his lips. The fear of what he’d just done was now gone from his mind. All he could think about was you. As he got closer to you you vanished behind the wall of water before sticking your hand through for him. He didn’t hesitate to take your perfect hand and allow himself to be pulled through.

What he saw on the other side amazed him. There was an alcove big enough for the two of you to fit in unlike any he’d ever seen. Instead of just stone, it was a mix of sweet-smelling green and purple algae and vines with small white and yellow flowers. Looking past you and deeper into the alcove he could make out something glistening in the stone walls, but from the angle he was at he couldn’t seem to tell what they were. Movement next to him drew his attention and he watched as you pulled yourself onto the ledge of the alcove before turning and sitting with your legs hanging in the water, a perfect smile rested on your lips as you beckoned for him to join you. It took him a moment to find a good grip to hoist himself out of the water, but once he was out he turned and sat next to you. “Wow.” That was all he was able to say as he looked at the cascading water. Rays of sunlight shone through the lavender water and bathed the area around the both of you in a purple hue. Turning to look around the alcove he realized that the item he’d seen glistening in the light was a gemstone in the wall. Now that he could look around better, he realized that there were multiple purple and white gemstones in the walls and ceiling. “This place is amazing.”

You were pleased that he was enjoying the private alcove. “Isn't it? Chai, Doll, and I found it the last time we were here.” It felt like a lifetime ago now. Chai was now off planet and Doll was…well you weren’t too sure what Doll was up to. You could have sworn you'd seen her and Crosshair kissing the other night before dinner. But she hadn’t said anything to you. You put the thought out of your mind as Wrecker's hand gripped your thigh. Right, you were completely naked while he still had his shirt and boxers on. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you turned to face him, your hand tugging at the leg of his boxers. “You know, I think you’d be much more comfortable without these on.” It was time to enjoy your date now. “And inside me instead.”

A shiver ran down Wrecker's spine as you stood up and moved deeper into the alcove. His eye followed you with interest as you moved behind him. He took in the sway of your hips and the curve of your ass with an increasing appetite. Wrecker felt the air leave his lungs as you turned to smile at him. Between the lavender hue of the alcove, the growing foliage around it, and the glistening gemstones, you looked ethereal. He opened his mouth to say something but found the words unable to leave him. Instead, he took on the appearance of a fish with his mouth opening and closing.

“Wrecker?” Why was he staring at you like that? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before. You watched him stand up and stumble over to you, his mouth still opening and closing as he failed to speak. What was going on? His hands slid around your waist and pulled you close, the bulge in his boxers pressing between your legs.

“I’m sorry. You’re just…so beautiful.” Beautiful and breathtaking and amazing and wonderful and so many more words he wished he could find to describe how magnificent you looked in that moment. It took him a moment to find the word but he realized that for once, his pet name for you was entirely accurate. Right there, in that moment, you were a goddess to him. A goddess that was his. It seemed his words did something to you because you turned your face away from his with a slight blush on your cheeks. You whispered a cute ‘Wrecker’ as you did so making him realize that you didn’t truly understand how beautiful he found you. Wrecker raised his hand to your chin and tilted your head back to face his. “I mean it. I know I tell you all the time how beautiful you are. But it’s because of how true it is. I see you as the most beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful creature in existence. No gem or nebula could compare to how absolutely gorgeous you are to me, my goddess.”

Wrecker telling you how beautiful you were wasn’t a new thing. He told you nearly every day how stunning you looked and you loved it. You did. But something about the way he was saying it at this moment was making you feel tingly. Maybe it was because of the way he was saying it and looking at you. He continued to praise your beauty and pour out his heart to you while also rubbing your hip with his thumb. Something about this moment felt special. Why? Why did you feel so different this time compared to the others? You raised your arms from around his waist up to his shoulders where they draped over as he bent down to make it easier for you two to kiss. “Oh Wrecker.” You stroked his scarred cheek gently. “I think you're the most handsome man in existence. I feel… Stars I can’t describe how I feel when I’m with you. Or how you make me feel when you call me beautiful. But…oh Wrecker I love you so much.” It’s all that you could seem to say. It’s all that would come out. That must have been what that twinging, tickling, spinning feeling that was going on inside of you was. You were so madly and so undeniably in love with him. Yes, you’d already declared your love to him many times since he’d returned but something in this moment made you realize just how deeply in love with him you were.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You, a woman who grew up countless light years away from him. Who experienced a completely different life than he had and who had never seen a day of battle. You’d gone through so much in your life and yet here you were, in his arms telling him how much you loved him. Never had he thought he’d experience this level of love. Never had he thought he’d have someone in his life who looked at him the way you did. With so much love and adoration it was making him feel tingly all over. He didn’t wait for you to say anything back, instead he tilted his head down and kissed your soft lips deeply.

This kiss felt so different from any other time you’d kissed before. This one felt deeper, and more important than any other kiss. His hand snaked around the back of your neck and into the base of your scalp, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you close. His tongue ran across your bottom lip asking sweetly for entrance into your mouth and you felt your head swim as the tip of it lapped at your tongue. Thick fingers pulled your head back slightly as his tongue delved deeper into your mouth suppressing the moan that left you. His hand that rested on your hip tightened slightly and you felt those rough digits dimple your skin. “W-wrecker.” You gasped his name quietly while breaking for air and taking in the way he was now staring at you. That adorable brown eye was wide and lust-filled. You took a moment to try and imagine what he’d look like with two good eyes and found that you didn’t like the image. Somehow that wasn’t your Wrecker. This was your Wrecker. One good eye, one bad, and a scar on the same side as the bad eye. Perfect in every way to you. You sighed softly as you stroked the scar with gentle fingers. “Make love to me?”

He savored the way you were staring at him, lost in whatever thoughts were going through your mind. His head tilted into the dull touch of your hand, the full feeling lost to that side of his face a few years prior. He’d tell you about it one day. How he lost his sight in that eye and got his scar. But for now, he just wanted to savor you. “Today, tomorrow, and for however much longer you’ll have me, Sarad.” He sighed as rough lips pressed against the soothing smoothness of yours, the hand in your hair loosened slightly before releasing it all together. “Here.” He pulled away from you while reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt. It came off in one swift movement before he balled it up and placed it on the ground near the wall with the most gemstones in it. The shirt was soaked but it would be somewhat comfortable for you to lay on while he rewarded you for your bravery that day. “Lay down for me?”

Your heart soared with the sweet words he was speaking to you. “You can have me until I draw my last breath, Wrecker. I’m forever yours.” The declaration of your eternal love for him came as a surprise to you. Never had you thought you’d be able to love someone as deeply as you loved him. He smiled that adorable crooked smile for you while scooping you into his arms. Carefully he spun you before kneeling and placing you on the ground, his hand cradling your head while positioning it over the wet shirt. You sighed softly watching him kneel next to you with nothing but his tented boxers on. You chewed your lip at the sight of the material, craving the feeling of the length beneath it inside of you. “Please, Wrecker.” You spoke with an airy needy breath. “I need to feel you.”

Who was he to deny you when you spoke that way to him? “Together forever.”

It was so silly but the way he said it made it sound like a marriage proposal. It wasn’t silly to think that you may marry him someday, but silly to think that you’d only known him for a little over half a standard year, and yet you were ready for that eventuality. You’d never believe in love at first sight or that feeling of looking at someone and knowing right away that they were the one you wanted to spend forever with. But when you thought about the first time you saw your beloved clone, you realized that your heart had skipped a beat when you made eye contact. Was that what that feeling had been? Love at first sight? You watched as Wrecker moved around between your legs and placed his hands on your knees. A year ago you wouldn’t have even thought of allowing a man to look at your most intimate places like this. Now, you shamelessly allowed your legs to fall open so he could see your glistening needy heat. He licked his lips at the sight making you let out a needy moan. “Please.” You gasped as his rough hand slid down your leg and across the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“Of course, riduur.” Leaning forward, he ran his nose across your needy bud eliciting a little cry from your lips. Your hand was instantly on the back of his head, stroking it carefully as he continued to tease you. “So needy.”

His hot breath wafted across your core and soon you were keening his name loudly. The sound echoing around you and mixing with the roar of the falls. His tongue lapped and twirled around your bud making you see stars. “W-wrecker! Fuck!” He was too damn good at this. It was so unfair how he could make you see heaven itself with only a few strokes of his tongue. A deep chuckle left him before he pressed into your heat and you felt his teeth scrap very carefully against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Just that much was enough to push you close to your edge, his tongue dipped into you and soon you were screaming his name as your first, albeit small, orgasm washed over you. Little pants of pleasure left your lips as he continued to work you through your little orgasm. “M-more. Need you.” Wrecker chuckled while licking your release from his lips and sitting back on his heels. After a moment of admiring your soaking sex, he stood. You took it as your chance to return the pleasure.

Before he could pull his boxer off completely, you were on your knees and pulling his hard length into your mouth. “Kriff, Sarad.” He’d never openly tell you how much he loved your height difference. How when you were on your knees you came to the perfect height to take his cock easily into your mouth. The sight always turned him on even more than he already was. The two of you were truly designed to fit with one another. His hand threaded through your hair once more and he helped to set a slow pace on his cock, your tongue rubbing against the underside of him as your head lived back and forth. How you managed to fit his hefty size into that sexy little mouth of yours would always amaze him. But you did. “Such a good girl taking all of my cock like that.” You whined softly around his cock making him let out a long sigh. “Kriff, it feels good when you do that.”

You moaned around him once more and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. It was an odd sensation in your mouth and a struggle to take all of him but you did it. It had taken a few times to get as comfortable as you were with it between your lips but now you could say you were very comfortable with it. Your hand wrapped around the still visible base of his cock and you began to carefully pump it in time with your head bobs. Wrecker sighed and groaned against your touch making you grin. With a loud pop, you pulled yourself from him and stared up with your mouth hanging open.

Fuck, you looked unbelievably sexy in that moment. Your hair disheveled from his hand being in it, your mouth hanging open and your breasts on full display for him. A part of him wanted you to continue sucking him and using your hand so that he could cover that chest of yours in his seed. But the darker primal side of him just wanted to finally be inside you and screw you into the dirt. He’d coat your chest in cum later. Perhaps while you flew back to Pabu? Surely you could make it work. “Fuck that mouth of yours is amazing.” He finished pulling his boxers off from around his ankles before falling to his knees with a huff. “But there’s somewhere else I’d rather be.”

“Then what are you waiting for, my love?” You curled your forefinger beneath his chin as you slowly fell back, pulling him with you. His hand shot out and cradled the back of your head as the two of you fell into the dirt, his body caging you protectively. “Hello, handsome” you cooed softly before pressing your lips against his with a sigh. A low growl left the bear of a man kissing you before you felt his hand against your needy core. “Mmmm, fuck me, Wrecker.” His fingers danced playfully against your pearl, you needed him inside you already. Between the earlier teasing on the ship and then his lips just a few moments ago you were in desperate need of him inside of you.

“So demanding.” What would he do with you? Wrecker returned to kissing you as his hand caressed your wet core and gathered some of your release which was then rubbed against his cock. He slid the tip across your opening and with a simple grunt, he was burying himself into your warmth. Your shared pants mixed with the sound of the cascade water as Wrecker carefully worked you open, your pussy fluttering around his cock with each thrust he did. Pulling him deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust drew out a long pant of his name into his neck from you, your warm body holding him tightly. You were so wet and eager for him.

Your hand wrapped around his torso and held him close as he buried himself to the hilt within you, his balls resting against your ass. Rough lips peppered kisses against your jaw as he allowed you a moment to adjust to his superior size. It was only a moment but it felt like minutes as you waited for him to move but when he did you were instantly seeing stars. The curve of his length allowed him to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot and you knew from experience you wouldn’t last long, not in this position and not after so much buildup throughout the day. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against his as your nails gripped deeper and deeper into his back. A hiss came from him at the feeling but he didn’t relent as he continued to thrust into you. Once, twice, three times and you were howling his name like a sexed-out slave girl. “Kriff, yes. Right there! Fuck!”

You continued to cry out as Wrecker felt himself drawing close to his release. Your earlier work on his cock having gotten him close already. He buried his face into your neck while sliding his arm around your back and holding you close. Using his impressive strength, he pulled you into his lap as he fell back into a kneeling position. Now you were slightly above him and he savored the difference for now he could suck and lick your nipples with ease while also enjoying the way your face contorted in bliss. The new position allowed him a deeper reach into you and within four thrusts you were squeezing him. He knew that sign by now, you were close and all it would take is the right words to have you coming undone on his cock which would in turn have him spilling into you. Wrecker looked up at you with dark eyes as his tongue swirled your left nipple expertly. He sucked and swirled the pebbled bud for a few fleeting moments before nipping at the delicate skin around it. Your breasts were by far his favorite part of you to have in his mouth. There was something so mind-blowingly erotic about them that made him just want to have them in his mouth. He sucked a mark against your skin before pulling back and forcing you to look into his eye. With a deeper gruff than you’d ever heard from him, he spoke. “Be a good girl and cum on my dick.”

It was just what you needed to hear and after a single hard thrust, you were coming. Your orgasm raced across your eyes in a blinding light of ecstasy and euphoria as your clone gripped your sides and continued to impale you. His pacing was hard and fast as he chased his release within you. You were sore and tired but you allowed him to use you as his toy for a few more minutes until he was spilling over within you. The feeling of him filling you with his cum would never stop feeling wonderful for you. Nor would the grunting groaning sounds he’d make while leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You stormed the back of his head gently as he emptied himself within the warmth of your body, the fullness almost too much for you to bear. Almost. He’d come twice inside of you a week prior and that was a fullness that had incapacitated you. This, while still filling, was nothing compared to that day. “So good.” You whispered as you leaned down and kissed him. The high you’d been on was beginning to dissipate and exhaustion was beginning to pull at you.

Wreckers arms held you close to him as the two of you began to come down from your post-orgasm highs. It was always amazing when it came to screwing you. He could hear the exhaustion in your voice as you continued to praise him. Any other time he’d pull himself from you and lay you down. But not this time, for some primal reason he wanted to stay buried within you, his softening cock acting as a plug for his seed. Sure he couldn't actually breed you right now, not with the birth control you were on, plus the fact he was sure Nala Se had mentioned something about them being unable to reproduce. But the urge to keep it all within you was still powerful. Not to mention the intense closeness he felt with you when the two of you were like this. He felt your forehead press against his and the two of you shared a long sigh. This was bliss. His little piece of paradise was here with you.

The two of you sat that way for nearly ten minutes before he finally removed himself from your warmth. The moment he did so his sizable release was making its way out of your body and coating your thighs. The sight made him lick his lips. “Would you like to eat lunch first before you fuck me into the dirt?” You were surprisingly hungry.

The clone laughed brightly as he scooped you into his arms and began to walk towards the edge of the alcove. “I figured we’d eat quickly then I’d fuck you beneath these falls. Eat some more then have you ride my cock while we flew back home.” He placed you down near the edge and watched as droplets of water began to coat your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of two more rounds with him before the day was out. Maybe even a fourth depending on how you were feeling when you got home. Would you be terribly sore for the next week? Stars, yes. But Kriff, would it be worth it. “Maybe we should start with dessert first then?” Who needed to eat when you had a man as muscular and sexy as Wrecker in front of you?” He chuckled with a deep bass and your thighs clenched. Oh yeah. There was no way you two were even close to being done with one another.

He pulled you into a deep kiss, swallowing the needy whine that came from you. “My poor insatiable riddur. What will I do with you?”

There was that new word again. He hadn’t called you that before. Looking up at him, a hand resting on his chest as his cum ran down your leg, you spoke. “What does that mean? Riduur?”

Oh, he’d called you that, hadn’t he? “It means…partner or girlfriend.” A lie, one of the only ones he’d ever tell you. But he hadn’t meant to slip up and call you that, not yet at least.

“Is it the same back to you? Can I call you my Riduur as well?” You’d been meaning to learn mando’a. Chai had found a droid on the island who spoke thousands of languages, Mando’a being one of them. You just hadn’t had the time to start learning. All you knew was from Wrecker and his siblings.

His cheeks flared as you spoke his language. “P-please.”

Oh, he was adorable when he got like this. If this would make him blush then you’d call him it all the time. With a happy smile, you brushed your lips against his. “You’re my riduur, Wrecker.” He smiled and kissed you once more.

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Later that night, in the safety and warmth of your shared home, you tucked Omega into her bed. Her room had been fully decorated with her stuff from the Marauder as well as newer decorations. Fairy lights strung over her bed doused the area in a rainbow glow of colors while a slowly forming pile of stuffed animals and dolls took over a small section of her bed. You recounted a small amount of the day's activities to her and how brave her brother had been to jump off the falls while she recounted what happened at school.

“Omega? Do you know what ‘Riduur’ means?” You’d been running the brush through her growing blonde locs when the thought came to you to ask her. From what you knew, her understanding of the language wasn’t as advanced as the guys were, so you’d simply wanted to see what she knew.

Omega tapped at her datapad as she finished a homework assignment. “Oh, that one is a nice one. It means Husband or wife. Depends on who’s saying it to who.” She paused for a moment. “Why? Did Wrecker call you that?”

Husband or Wife? He’d called you his wife. That intense tingling feeling coursed through your body once more. Why had he lied about it? Was he embarrassed? Had he not meant to call you it? No, he’d said it twice and even asked that you call him whenever you wanted to. That meant he wanted to hear you call him ‘husband’.

‘ Together Forever’

It hadn’t been a marriage proposal, but a special promise between the two of you. A smile played on your lips as you silently spoke the word with a better understanding. You weren’t married yet and probably wouldn’t be for a while. But you were his forever. You’d tell him in a few days that you knew the real meaning. For now, though, you’d enjoy calling him your husband.

“Stitches?” Omega looked over her shoulder at you.

“S-sorry. Was thinking about something.” You shook your head and focused back on the girl. “What was your question?”

Omega raised an eyebrow at you. “I asked if Wrecker called you his riduur?”

“Oh goodness no.” A lie, but she was too young to understand the complicated relationship of an adult. “Just saw it in some research articles I was reading. Been thinking of learning mando’a.”

Oh. “I can help you! Wrecker said he really likes it when you speak a little bit you know!”

You smiled and accepted her offer. When she mentioned him enjoying you speaking the language you simply laughed while trying to hide your blush. “That he does, Omega. That he does.”

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trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc · 2 months ago

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For the ask game stuffs, 9 for any of your choice?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Perpep: Well for one, she just turned 14, and she thinks this year she's gonna be mean. (Boys will be bugs) She has a lot of songs though, she goes through some pretty intense character development so thats pretty understandable i think. Not to mention her plurality. The Perfect Pair by beabadoobee is certainly a her song. Oh and Hole Dwelling by Kikuo obviously. the GumiWorms, i think, english cover is my favorite. That song in particularly a relapse song. Reckless Wreckingball for one is a song i think she and Somati would sing on Continua during their band arc. Give her playlist a look and see if you can figure out why each songs there!

Bucket: Hazy Miss Dazy pretty much in its entirety. "Your friends are laughing and you take your time," like. if any song is her, especially B-Side her, thats it. Some runner ups are recently, by Liana Flores, which is a big chronic fatigue syndrome song, and Rest Employed by stupendium which is encapsulates the feeling of her divinity i think.

Aesket: Don't you mess with a little girl's dream, cause she's liable to grow up mean, " from Control, Poe. One of the three main songs i associate with her, the first three in her playlist.

Acried "Cricket" "Mod Locust" Acrilo: the song 'I wanna haunt you by Isaac Turner is him, though Let Me Out by Nelward is too. I do think funnily enough that ECHO, like the ... miku song? i think? fits really well. it was actually the seed for his playlist even if i dont suuuper like it.

Calixtus: Willard! by Will Wood. That is the Them song. They however have a seriously solid playlist. i can't say any of them dont fit them, except Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy which doesnt really fit them but sounds like how i think they'd sound so gdhsg.

Somati Visoma: Madhouse by Matt Maltese, Don't Let's Start by They Might Be Giants, and Evil Eye by Franz Ferdinand. in that order. Somati's playlist is pretty fuckin solid though like Cali's so take a browse thru it and listen to some that seem interesting. One song that is particularly intense for him when hes older on Alternia is Eat Your Heart by the Steam Powered Giraffes. Zombie by the Cranberries too, im thinking for his band with Perpep. Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan by Supercassette and Say it Ain't So by yeah, Weezer are both also him, particularly pre-sburb on beforus.

Ferics: They actually have a song on Somati's playlist, its Another Medium, the undertale song... Ferics is hard for me to pick songs out for, evidenced by my lack of playlist for them. I think Home and This Is Home by Cavetown are good picks though.

Plexus Axilla: ouhhh my shaylaaaa. I have a lot for her, but one im particularly magnetized to right now is Blue Lips by Regina Spektor

Detheo Niptur - LEECHES by Melanie Martinez. Vs. Colgera from Tears of the Kingdom. Antarctic Reinforcement, Structured Mix by DM DOKURO, Scarlet Forest from Deltarune. Praise the Lamb from Cult of the Lamb.

Detheo Ordeor - Honestly, Vs. Yinu by Falk Au Yeong. Moonstruck Blossom from Kirby Triple Deluxe. Castle Bleck from Super Paper Mario. The Tale of a Cruel World and the Leviathan Trillogy both by DM DOKURO. All video game music, not sure what thats about...

Theres definitely better music for them out there i just havent found it.

Vulkan Gemnat, the dancestor of bucket, she has a whole playlist. Ultraviolence by Lana Del Ray. SWABABG by She Wants Revenge as much as i resent the metatext of the song. Not my favorite playlist.

Out of all of my player characters Dlicti is the one i struggle with getting in the head of the most. Mainly because most of her story shes a passive element being moved around by others. It's only in the downtime and the quiet moments that she establishes herself through many small moments. I have a feeling the songs shed listen to would have minimal words and mostly be Jazz and other mostly low and fluid genres. I dont have a playlist for her at all, so have my gigantic pile of jazz videogame covers instead.

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shindayyume · 10 months ago

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The POV of the mystery girl in @simmetrycal’s fic !

Creds to Sim for their oc(s) involved. (Ex. Raymond and Jia.)

Highly recommend you go over to their page and read their vers first!

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“Mooooommm! I need help!” A young boy yelled out from the cracked bathroom door. Somehow he had gotten both his legs stuck on one singular pant hole.

“I’m coming!“

This was a regular occurrence in the life of a single mother.

Vanessa’s routine was always the same. Wake up at 5am, always before- never after her alarm.

Give herself thirty minutes to shower, brush her teeth, do her hair, and throw on clothing that made her appear put together.

With thirty minutes to spare before 6am, she was in the kitchen preparing a simple breakfast. Sometimes it would be waffles, pancakes, and even the occasional crepe for special occasions. But no matter what, the plate always included her son’s favorite- bacon.

Around 6am was when it was time to wake up the man of the hour. Her five year old, Eli.

Despite having his own room, it was a common occurrence for him to crawl his way into his mother’s bed during late hours of the night. Vanessa would always have to drag him out of the covers by enticing him with the fresh smell of food.

She gave her son plenty of time to eat, usually 10 minutes was enough while he sat in front of the Tv scarfing down whatever meal he had. Their doberman, Lady, always sat with him- eyeing his plate like it was her first time seeing food.

In the meantime she prepared his outfit for school, laying it on the sink counter within the bathroom.

She returned out into their compact living room, picking up his plate that he left empty besides a few crumbs.

“Eli, go get dressed. We have to leave early today.”

He had given his mom this wide eyed look, “But mom- Bluey is going to the beach for the first time ever!!” He was always so exaggerative with his words. Almost like his entire body moved when he spoke.

Vanessa responded with a light smile, glancing at the TV displaying the brightly colored dog characters running in the sand, then back to her son. “Yup! And if you don’t hurry to get dressed and brush your teeth, you might miss it! Then you can’t go to the beach with Bluey.”

Eli audibly gasped in shock, jumping out of his chair to run towards the bathroom- it doesn’t take much to convince this kid of anything.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, hitting the record button on the remote before washing up the dirty dishes from this morning.

Despite always stating they had to leave early, the two always found themselves rushing out of the apartment. It was a miracle each and every time Vanessa got her son to school on time.

Unlike most children, Eli always enjoyed school. It kept him occupied, and he was quite popular with the other kids in class for being the well known chatterbox.

But for Vanessa, she relied on it. Keeping a five year old entertained throughout the entirety of summer and winter vacations weren’t exactly easy-

Just before Eli rushed into the building, he would stop and turn- bulldozing his mom with a big hug and a quick “love you!” before running off to his friends.

She looked forward to that moment every morning. It was the only part of her daily schedule that made her life a little less boring. Surly that doesn’t make her lame-

I mean, no one really ever talks about what keeps them going the entire day. For her, it was always that hug and the shared “I love you”s.

Though with Eli departing with his friends, it was time for Vanessa to meet with hers.

She worked at a fairly busy tattoo shop. It was small, and blended in easily with the other shops on the street. Definitely easy to miss if you weren’t looking to get inked. Always the first one there, she had the duty of cleaning up and restocking for the other artist.

Now she didn’t have to do it- but it kept her mind occupied. She hated cleaning. But throughout the years of raising a kid, its muscle memory at this point. Enough so that she would hardly even know she was cleaning in the first place.

Despite this, her station was always a mess compared to how she left others. Her pens, ink cases and paper sketches always scattered about in a disorganized fashion. Most of the time she would get so caught up with cleaning around the place that she wouldn’t hear the jingle from the bells attached to the doorway—

A taller man stepped inside, most of his important features being covered by a bikers helmet and gear. He had taken the quick stop to the next door cafe to pick up two special drinks. Despite the shop being nearly quiet, and dead empty- his steps were just as silent as he approached behind Vanessa. innocently holding the two large drinks in hand like a child waiting to be called on by the teacher-

All she heard was,

“Coffee.”

That deep ghostly voice spooked her enough to turn around with a slight jump- “Jesus- how many times do I have to tell you to take that thing off before you give someone a heart attack.”

There were two blankly different drinks in hand- one in a styrofoam cup, steam still emitting from the lids cracks. The other a sweetly looking iced coffee- She took the hot one. Pure black, bitter hot coffee. “Thanks..”

The stranger spoke again, giving his head a tilt. “You okay? You look tired. Is Eli okay? Did you eat today?—” Practically spouting out questions- until he was interrupted.

“—Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just exhausted.. Eli was up nearly all night crying over a nightmare. But he’s alright now.”

It was never anything that kept her worried, usually Eli would just wake up in the middle of the night and then be afraid he was left alone in the dark.

“That seems to happen a lot.. he's always in the way of your sleep.” His voice was stern, but not in any negative manner. Unintentionally intimidating-

“My son is never in the way of anything. He’s just a kid- he’ll grow out of it..”

“In another few years, maybe. You deserve a break.”

She scoffed over the thought. It was almost enough to make her laugh. A break? How could she ever possibly get one. And it’s not like she wanted to anyways- sure her life is repetitive.. but it's mostly due to her having the responsibility of keeping her and Eli afloat. What would she even do on a vacation? Probably spend the entire time worrying about her son anyways–

But hell, it would be nice.. maybe even something simple and short, like a trip to the pool? Or maybe she could finally get the opportunity to try out the new bar that opened up across her apartment-

But no.. she has to work, for Eli.

“I'm good. When are the boys coming in?”

“Ethan at one, and Davis at three if we’re lucky.” Finally separating from Vanessa’s space, he entered his personalized cubby. Detaching the helmet over his head as he spoke – “Did you do it?” masked gear in hand, he shook out his hair. Revealing the platinum blond and brightly dyed orange hair combination. Vanessa will never understand why he always made it his mission to hide his face with that helmet -He had perfectly framed features, a few complimentary piercings, and some light freckles to soften his glow. Hell– if the guy wasn’t into men, She would have taken her chance long ago. But in all honesty, she’s glad he's a friend she can rely on from time to time.

‘Did you do it?’ banged in her head like an irritating drum. “No, Collin, I did not download tinder. I don’t need anyone right now. I told you that already.”

“Mhm. And I also told you that you’re a terrible liar. Dating would be good for you. Could get you away from the kid for a while. When was the last time you got some dick?”

“Around the same time you got some.”

He rolled his eyes, “touché.. Seriously though- you're still young, men will go crazy over a hot single mom, you know.”

“I don’t think many people find me being covered in dirt all the time and a billion random plastic dinosaurs hidden in my pockets very attractive.”

“A man's dream, actually.”

Dating wasn’t a common thought in Vanessa’s head. She was always so preoccupied by work and taking care of Eli that she rarely looked after herself anymore. However after having her son, she found it difficult to care about relationships anymore. Especially after the situation with Elis father– a man she despised with her entire being. Blinded by young love, she was fully convinced he was a man capable of fulfilling his promises. That they’d run away together, free from media and stress- and oh did he run without her. The second she revealed her pregnancy, he had washed her away like a stain on his carpet. Ghosting her completely as if she never existed.

But it's not like she can change anything– She was foolish for falling in love with a popular actor. A big shot in Hollywood, who flaunted his pretty little face every chance he could– but was so desperate to keep Vanessa hidden from his public life. She mistakenly, never saw the red flags.

Now, It's just her and her son.. Still trying to stay within the career she loved, she was always working long hours for the both of them. Even if it meant returning home with carpal tunnel.

The two were always the shop's openers. Collin was more responsible for piercings, while Vanessa handled the ink work. If she was lucky, She would snag a few quick walk-ins during her waiting time on regular scheduled clients. She was well known in the office for taking anything she could get her hands on for an extra buck- and it's not like anyone minded. They understood her situation, and she clearly needed it the most. But god, did they feel terrible watching her overwork herself to death.

Although school normally ends at 3pm, Vanessa had Eli enrolled in the after school programs. He wasn’t due to be picked up until around 5. Which meant there was still plenty of time to–

“--MOM!!”

The five year old had the lungs of a tiger. Shouting hello loud enough to echo through the entire shop. Everyone turned their heads- spotting a man that can only be described as a lumberjack, carrying the young boy on his shoulders. The older man mimicked him, yelling out to purposely annoy Vanessa. “Mom! Mom!”

She shot her head up- surprised to see him. Afterall, she was in the middle of tattooing some poor girl's ribs- giving an apologetic smile, “Uh- how about a quick break?” The client happily agreed. Especially since it meant sweet relief- getting out of the chair to make a quick trip to the bathroom. Vanessa stood from her seat, carefully putting aside her tools and removing her gloves while her son was placed onto his feet by the man. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing out so early?”

“Dave picked me up! I got to go on the motorcycle!!” He greeted his mom with a hug, before running off to the cubby next door to see what his old pal Collin was up to.

“Wow- that's greeaat. After I had told him multiple times not to take my baby on that bike.” She gave Davis a spiteful grin, crossing her arms.

“Oh calm down. I was going the speed limit! He's fine, the new helmet fits perfectly.” Davis returned her smile with one of his own, giving a thumbs up.

With a sigh, Vanessa couldn’t seriously be mad. She was always happy to see her kid. “Thanks, Dave.. surprised you actually made it on time.”

Davis was one of their artists in the shop. He was a big guy- and with his bear-like appearance, many people were oftenly put off by him. But deep down- the guy is no scarier than a fly. With kids of his own, he was always looking out for her and Eli. Vanessa always saw Davis as Eli’s cool uncle, so naturally, she added him on the additional names list that were safe to pick up her son from school. days like this- he would surprise everyone by bringing the kid over. Sometimes without even telling Vanessa- him and Eli would take secret ice cream trips.

Probably good to not tell his wife either, he’s supposed to lay off the sweets.

“Yeah, me too. But the wife was getting tired of me snoring so I had to get my ass up. And! That means you can finish up this client and head on home yourself.” He gave her a stern pat on the shoulder.

“Well- I–” She was left a bit stunned. This was her last client after all, and normally she waits out the last remaining hours for anyone looking to make some bad life decisions- but considering now that she had her son around, it would be a good idea to get him out and about instead of being cooped up with a bunch of edgy artist. “Alright.. Just this once.”

-🕰️-

After wrapping and ringing up her last client, Vanessa had packed up her personal belongings before going around the shop with Eli to say their goodbyes to everyone. Holding his hand while they walked through the parking lot to their vehicle. Out of the array of motorcycles parked up front- she was the only SUV in the mix. Popping open the back door for Eli and helping buckle him in-

“Hey, how about we take Lady to the park early? That way mommy can stay up for movie night?”

Eli cheered with a loud “YEAAA!!” Park visits were his favorite time of the day- and he was already so eager to destroy ant hills and get covered in mud with their pup.

-🕰️-

Upon arriving at the park, Vanessa always allowed her son to venture off into the playground area with the other kids. She never strayed too far- just enough to keep close eyes on him while she walked around with Lady.

Per usual it was warm, and calming. She always felt her stress melt away underneath the sun. It reminded her of the beach- sunbathing over the crystal sand, listening to the roaring waves, and enjoying the fresh scent of sea salt…

Oh what a dream..

Her lips were curled into a blissful smile as she drifted off over the idea. Until the leash in her hand yanked her with a firm tug- enough to quite literally pull her back into reality.

“Lady—“

She was no match for a nearly 80 pound dog. It seemed like Lady’s attention was taken by playful barking coming from down the pathway- and she was taking Vanessa with her.

She spotted another dog up ahead- a Shiba Inu seemingly being chased by a man.

To avoid running into the pair, Vanessa did her best to hold back Lady. But it seems like her attempt at restraining her dog only made it worse- now both pups were avoiding their owners. Running in circles the closer they got- enough to entangle their leads tightly around Vanessa and the stranger.

Before she could get a word in, the man took them right out of her mouth- “oh, I’m so sorry!”

The moment she looked up, she got a clear view of his face- and by the gods was he stunning. Her face turned just as pink as her hair- making a nervous laugh as she spoke, “no no, oh my gosh! it’s my fault”

There was a short moment of the two just inspecting one another- I mean, it’s hard not to take a look when you’re tied up. She couldn’t help but gaze over his perfect, slick back blond hair, down to the unexpected eyebrow piercing- with the way he was dressed in semi formal attire, that silver jewelry sparked her curiosity.

As the dogs settled, she took the opportunity to snap out of it and bed down- nearly pressing their bodies against one another as she unclipped Lady’s leash from her collar. Now able to comfortably unravel herself from the mixup- stepping back with an apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry about that— lady just gets ahead of herself sometimes..”

She stood and watched as his dog was attempting to tug and yank away- but the guy was practically melted into the concrete.

“no, it’s my fault, bruce is so disobedient, i can never get him to listen,”

She laughed, “I’ve heard they’re a pretty stubborn breed.” Now rolling up Lady’s leash within her hands. Allowing her dog to roam freely and greet the other pup.

“I’m Vanessa, by the way.” She waited for a response- but it seemed like those last words completely flew over the guy's head. It was hard to pretend like she didn’t notice him staring her down. Not that she particularly- minded..

He was quite attractive after all, even if he had all eyes on her chest. But just to give the guy benefit of the doubt- she just took it as him looking over her visible tattoos.

Finally after an excruciating long moment of silence-

“so, do you come here with lady often?”

Yeah. Completely flew over the guys head.

“Yea, almost every evening. It's our little routine. What about you and bruce?” She had the idea that maybe taking the path might loosen the guy up- now walking side to side with him as the dogs explored ahead of them.

“first time here, actually,” he admitted. “we’re trying to get used to new places.”

“We?”

Considering that she brings Eli along- her first thought wasn’t Bruce. But honestly- she was hoping he meant the dog.

“yeah, i don’t venture out much..” he seemed almost embarrassed to admit it.

Cute.

Fuck- what? Cute? How is she already crushing on this guy- all because she thought his shy responses were attractive. Not only that but, if he was new around the place- it could be a good idea to give him a good first impression. Maybe he’ll come back often.. and there will be other opportunities of getting tangled in their dogs leashes again-

“maybe bruce and lady can become park buddies? she gets along well with other dogs.”

Seriously? Setting up the dogs on a date is the best idea you could come up with? She was honestly starting to feel embarrassed herself instead of just asking for the guys number-

He nodded, “i’d like that. and maybe you can show us the best spots around here.”

She was quick to respond- looking up to the unnamed man as their eyes met again. “I’d be happy to.”

And just as simple as that, they took the short stroll around the small park. With her being a frequent visitor, she introduced him to all the best spots. Especially those where she would just sit and relax in, away from a ton of crowds and screaming children. She hadn’t even noticed that she was going on and on about her experiences around the place- talking the poor guys head off. But, it was a first that she noticed he was actually.. listening.

He wasn’t all that responsive, but just based on his body language and eye contact, she could tell he was fully enticed by her. And damn did she adore that-

They took a short break- seating themselves down at a shaded park bench.

“I’m so sorry for going on and on- it’s nice having someone to talk to. especially to someone who doesn’t mind my rambling.”

“I enjoy your rambling. it’s refreshing.”

And he admitted to enjoying hearing her talking about a park of all things? Either this guy is just easily entertained- or she truly just scored a jackpot.

Though there was a slight pit in her chest- while he seemed perfectly interested, she worried that maybe he might just be considering taking this onto a one time thing. Flings were never- her interest. Though, hardly we’re committed relationships either. Trust was not something so easily shared.. but- for a split moment, they sat silently. Locking eyes as that worry lifted off her chest- she could feel their body heat radiation as he seemingly began to lean in closer.

“Mommy! Look what I found!”

Damnit.

She turned her head away- spotting her son Eli running up with a rock in hand. How could she hate him for interrupting- it was impossible with his scruffy face. “Woah! That’s wonderful, sweetheart.”

Oh- right—

“So sorry,” she turned back to the stranger, smiling proudly. “This is my son- Eli.”

Most of the time, she found it that men would dash away the second they found out she was a mother- but nonetheless, she was never ashamed of her son. He was her pride and joy after all.

But deep down- she was anxiously waiting for his reaction.

And to her surprise- he was.. smiling? It was a warming smile as well, as if the guy hardly even took it as a bad thing. She watched as the two interacted and talked back and forth.

And he’s good with kids? She questioned herself. Maybe it’s too good to be true-

—

Eli was never shy to strangers, promptly showing off the rock in his sand covered hands. “I’m gonna go find more!”

After Eli ran off to go dig around for more pebbles and stones, the two were left alone again.

“What a great kid..”

“Oh- thank you. He’s my entire world..”

his lack of response gave her the hint. She knew he was probably thinking about it- husband? Boyfriend? Anyone at all must be in the picture. But- he seemed almost surprised to hear her admit, “it’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom and trying to navigate everything..”

hopefully he got the memo-

She watched him nod, tension loosening. “I can only imagine. You’re doing an incredible job.”

Stunned by his response- she stared at him with an admirable expression. From all the men she’s ‘tried’ talking to.. no one’s ever told her that before- and like the other few times they gawked over one another, this time made her heartbeat ring in her ears. Almost Instinctively, their bodies were drawn to each other-

Noticing their eyes dart to one another's lips, she could hardly believe he was fully willing to try again for a kiss-

“mommy! look! lady is chasing dis dog!” And just like that, Eli once again cuts through their moment.

They both laugh over it- and damn, was his laugh enough to stab her right through the heart. For a guy who looked so quiet and stern, it definitely boosted his morale.

“Kids, right?” She jokes, embarrassingly.

He only made her excitement worse by unexpectedly reaching out- moving a few loose strands of her hair out from her face and tucking it carefully behind her ear. “Yeah, they have great timing.”

Now her heart is beating in places it shouldn’t be-

With her cheeks darker than her hair, her eyes darted downward. “Look, um- maybe we can pick this up another time? When it’s a bit- quieter?” To hide her flustered expression, she tried to cover it with a friendly smile-

“I’d like that.”

Is she serious? Swooning over this guy who she didn’t even have a name on- wait- what was this guys name anyways?

“Hey- I never got your na-“

Instead of being interrupted by the five year old, this time it was a loud ringtone. Coming from his phone-

“Ah- sorry-“ he stumbled over himself, reaching into his pocket to check the contact calling him-

Vanessa paused as she saw his expression grow almost.. irritated. Clearly whoever was calling, wasn’t his favorite person. So much so that he actually- declined the call. Lowering his phone into his lap.

“What were you saying?”

Must just be bad timing- “oh, I was just going to ask for your-“

His phone went off again.

This time, she caught the name of the contact-

Jia Taylor

Wife? girlfriend? No, don't jump to conclusions- for all she knows, it could be his sister, or a colleague from work- hell, maybe even his mom?

It seemed like each time he tried to decline, this Jia person would just call right back. Eventually his frustration grew enough to apologize- “sorry. I just have to take this really quick-“

Vanessa nodded politely as he finally answered the current call. All he said was- “Hello?”

And the other end of the call went off. She was loud- not loud enough for Vanessa to understand what was being said, but enough for the poor guy to stretch away and try and keep distance- responding with a few muttered words.

She tried not to eavesdrop. Just putting her focus on watching Eli throw sticks for the dogs to chase.

It didn’t seem like they had a long conversation- he stood as he ended the call, tucking his phone away. “Again, really sorry. It’s um- work related..”

She had a bit of suspicion by his hesitation- but pushed it aside, standing as well. “I understand if you need to go- I have to take Eli back home for dinner anyways. It was nice to meet you..”

“Likewise..”

Cmon. Ask.. his number- name, anything??

“Mom mom! Can we have pizza today??”

Eli.. she smiled, handing her son Lady’s leash. “Of course.. do me a favor and put this on Lady? Then we can go get pizza..”

“Okay!” He excitedly snagged it from her hands, running over to the giant Doberman. Despite being such a massive breed compared to the kid- she was always so gentle and obedient with him. Sitting down the second he came over- and letting him clip her leash on.

“Bruce!” He called out, getting the shiba to trot over.

Considering there was no more room for talk, she gave the stranger a final smile goodbye.

“See you again sometime?”

He nodded, “Yeah.. I think I just found a new favorite spot.”

That night started like every other. Vanessa and Eli hung out on their small living room couch, devouring an entire small pizza together while the credits from their watched movie rolled on the TV screen.

She had carried Eli to bed, tucking him in while Lady laid guarded at the end of his bed.

She leaned down and left a soft kiss goodnight on his forehead, moving aside a few strands of hair from his face. Each and every time she did that, she was reminded of his father.. mostly due to the kid being a splitting image of the unspoken man. She hated it. She hated that her son had to live without a dad in the picture.

Was it selfish? To hate having to spend every aching moment worried for her kid? Even if she asked for a break, she would feel guilty taking it. If anything were to happen to her, he would have no one else to take care of him..

Maybe all this time, Colin was right about it all. That she needed to branch out and find someone to trust.

But- why was the stranger who she had met at the park the first thought to pop into her head?

Afterall, she didn’t even get the guys name.

On her way to bed, she loomed over the thought. Staring blindly into the ceiling. Would she even ever run into him again?

Wouldn’t that be something..

no way.

She sighed, replaying today's events- His cunning smile, hypnotic voice, and rich vanilla cologne.. she can only imagine if his lips tasted the same.

Fuck.

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Anyways!! I’m not the best at writing but Sim has inspired me to get back into the hobby 👍 hopefully I can post some more fics of my other characters in the future! Ty for reading :)

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