#yes ma he is a hottie

[rookonthehunt]

ooc post i think(?) thinking abt the time I was yapping about Jade Leech in the car to my mum and she said, and I quote, "Is he... a hottie?"

[nerdy-simp-7120]

A LA VERGA !!

(separate) crewel, rook x f! latina! reader

context: what would a relationship be like between him and his hot latina s/o?

warnings: cursing, spanish, fem reader, this is sort of a fluff and crack fic, pls take this with a grain of salt and don't chancla your s/o irl :')

CREWEL

you two were the resident hotties, okay?

you're both gorgeous and fashionable

you two also lived together, and you do your best to keep the house clean

except...

your best isn't enough

because those god forsaken dalmations of his shed all over the place! >:(

no matter what you do, you always see fur in some place around the house

and you just know that your latino ancestors would have a heart attack at the mere mention of a dog in the house

in any case, you simply allowed your frustrations to simmer

and then brought it up to crewel when you two were eating dinner

"so, dear..." you began

crewel looked up at you, "yes?"

you took in a deep breath, "look, i wanted to talk about the dogs."

he raised an eyebrow, signaling for you to continue

you then explained your vexation caused by the dog hairs coating the place

one thing led to another, and things became heated, with you wanting to persuade crewel into keeping the dogs outside in the huge backyard

and he defended them, saying that they were to stay in the house if they wanted to

you didn't even blame the dogs, because you knew that they weren't shedding just to piss you off

but nonetheless

the more he disagreed

the angrier you felt

until you just lifted your foot, slipped off your chancla, and chucked it at crewel

luckily you threw so that it grazed his cheek, and then you blew up on him

“ ¿Me estás escuchando, cabron? ¡Te dije que tus malditos perros me tienen arta con el pelo por todas partes! Además, se sentirán mas libres afuera-- ¡métetelo a la cabeza! ”

silence.

.

.

needless to say the dogs were put outside from then on

ROOK

rook fell in love with you upon hearing your accent :')

he just thought that it was very attractive

and when you spoke in your native language?

well this man near fainted

starts fanboying

sends you arrows with inspirational quote in your native language. every day. unironically

and he doesn't even do it to offend you, he just sees a quote on the internet, thinks it looks nice, and sends it to you

one day, an arrow whizzed past your faze and landed on the wall next to you

you would later yell at rook about how he almost hit you

but anyways, you open the letter

"soy el raton"

:')

rook, pls just stick to french

[blacksupremacy86]

The Hypno Bachelor

Welcome to the bachelor! This is new dating show for a Hypnotist not traditionally what is demanded for but he is for this guys who are competing to be his Hypnotic subject for a year long battle.

I walk in to a spare room to find this hottie Luke Macfarlane laying on the bed with thus sexy smile on his face as I enter taking him in l while shutting the door behind me and flicking a switch. Suddenly! The ceiling wall slides open allowing a silver disco ball that is blowing up in a multitudes of color is hot burning up in to the area shooting laser left right and center. Two aim straight for both of his eyes hitting him dead on as he goes totally slack and his body falling in to a lack of function as he stares at me mindlessly ready to be reprogrammed for more then just fun.

“Oh! There you are Lawrence! I love nerdy types please don’t keep me waiting like this anymore and can we just get to the action please you are driving me craziness with all of this nerdiness.” He says to me when I am approaching him but ignore him instead as I bend over and pick up a remote control on the night table then point it at him as I click it and he freezes. “Sorry Henry boi! I do not need any of your lip at this momentous level of occasion because I am your new Master now, but simply to state I am about to truly rock your world and I crawl over the bed till I am on top of him and undoing his clothes also his lips with my lips.

“I am too tough for this Hypno shit.”

“You think so? Why are your buttons undone”

“Fuck! How did…”

“Sleep! “

“You ba-st-at-d”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Release the strings”

“I transformed you earlier “

“You are a puppet”

“Push your shirt to the side “

“Feel yourself up”

“Take a dive “

“Don’t be afraid “

“Real good”

“Get in to the crevice “

“Why don’t shift your jeans “

“Feel your lower level “

“Your horny “

“Oh Lawrence!”

“Get off the couch

“Did you like the lollipop ?”

“It’s addictive “

“It’s my original flavor ���

“How did you make it ?”

“Laced it with blood and pee?”

“What the fuck?”

“It’s mine”

“Why on earth?”

“You drank that up “

“Obsessed over it”

“Oh my God”

“My new favorite flavor “

“I know “

“Suck another “

“You are fucked up”

“Nah! I am going to the dark side”

“ Oh Master Lawrence! I’v been wearing this in hope you show off, my best shorts are so hot me. Don’t you think so! I do think you are cute in everything, please don’t be shy or bashful because no one can or would ever doubt you.” Andrew is all a glow smirks so brightly as he blows me a string of very powerful kisses, a warm embrace hugging me tightly in every way and I can feel my hand on every crevice. He digs his hands ma under my shirt lifting it over my head as he presses his lips on to my skin raging hot under my skin and he revels in the lust and the unburdening of his soul as he fell in to deep submission.

“I spotted you the moment you rocked up in to the villa Jamie since you have for some odd reason caught my attention off the foreseeable future and I want to ravish you right now. Stand up to attention look right ahead at the wall, remove your shirt, pants, and underwear let it drop to the floor and sit on the bed awaiting me for the longterm.” I tell Jamie he is a good lay while walking closer to his knees pat them and he wraps his arms on me and mine on his waist he smells my scent and it drives him wild so much he could jolt up the walls.

Golden boi! “

“Yes Sir!”

“Rise up “

“SNAP”

“POP”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Strip”

“Leave your pants”

“Shake your booty”

“Do a dance?”

“Who is your God?”

“You are sir”

“Kneel”

“Crawl over here”

“Kiss my boots”

“What are you ?”

“A pussy “

“Who are you?”

“Your golden boy”

“GOOD BOY “

“YOU!”

“The show “

“Are you ready?”

“Lights”

“Camera “

“Action”

“Woooohhhh”

“Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhh!”

“Check this pussy out”

“Your fast”

“I know what I want “

“‘My fist in your ass”

“Mmmmm”

“That would be heaven”

“I am yours”

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Good boi “

“The most marvelous taste in the world “

“It is fabulous “

The end

[cumulo-stratus]

hiii !! recently ran into your blog and i love ur posts sm. i have this silly little thing in my mind i was hoping you could maybe write it?

Spencer (thinking mostly season 2, mostly cuz i love his glasses look) and M!Reader have been dating for a while already, like a few months to a year, and Spencer still gets flustered by him. He still gets all nervous when reader is around him, and when he kisses him. Imagine reader giving Spencer a small kiss on the cheek or smth and he becomes a blushing mess, and reader teases him about it which just causes him to become more flustered over it.

you don't have to write that specifically, just anything with Spencer getting easily flustered by reader would be really cute ^^

Smart cookie

(GIF NOT MINE)

request: yes/no

flustered!spencer reid x Tattooed!male!reader

Description: reader asks for readers help with a new tattoo he wants, and when reader calls Spencer a smart cookie Spencer gets flustered, and reader can't help himself

CW: possible swearing, needles (lemme know if theres anything else)

A/N: thanks for the support love <3 and ofc course ma biche! im actually in love with this idea of like cute little baby spencer being all flustered by reader. i think ill add some of my own stuff bc u did give artistic liberty but i hope you enjoy it!

!!!!SORRY ABT THE TERRIBLE FLIRTING!!!!

Y/N L/N and Spencer reid have been dating for 9 months, 2 days, and 3 hours (and counting according to spencer), but he still had a tendency to get adorably flustered when Y/N would flirt with him, and especially if he called him smart cookie. Which y/n didnt quiet understand since he’d been calling his boyfriend smart cookie since practically day one of their relationship. But y/n found it adorably hilarious so it was okay.

one instance of this adorable awkwardness, was the day y/n decided to ask spencer for help with a new tattoo he wanted, something special for the two of them. Spencer had highly advised against it stating

“31% of men and 24% of women regret getting tattoos of someones name. And if even I plan on being with you for long time that may not happen angel.”

“ugh, your too sweet for me darling. But the world doesn’t deserve a hottie like you anyways” y/n replied with a wink as spencer blushed profusely

“and by the way, you cant change my mind on this spencer, im getting that tattoo. And you’ve seen how stubborn i can be, remember The Book Incident? ya thats what i thought” y/n smirked as spencer grimaced remembering the fateful incident earlier that year.

“okay my love, i wont object to you getting the tattoo, but it has to be something good, and i wanna help with it.” spencer finally relented.

this caught y/n of guard, as he had just been planning a heart with with their initials in the center. nothing special, but when y/n told spencer of this plan, he was incredulous.

“do you not know me y/n/n, thats to simple, and not romantic enough! and its something morgan would get.”

after Y/n was done laughing at the morgan comment and had regained his composure they continued their arguing over what the tattoo should be.

“its gonna be on my body!”

“the tattoo is about you and me!”

but after much bickering they came to a consensus that a simple latin phrase would be nice. Simple, yet elegant and romantic. Some for y/n, some for Spencer. now the hard part was deciding which latin phrase from spencers extensive encyclopedia of knowledge in his head.

After much discussion they decided on the phrase “Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur” spencer had translated for y/n when he asked what it meant but he already liked the sound of it without the meaning. But when spencer told him he liked it even more, he stated “we choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving.” And you were in love.

“thats it- thats the one!” y/n exclaimed with excitement. “thanks for the help smart cookie” you added with a smile and a wink. As always spencer flushed bright red when his boyfriend called him the pet name. As y/n studied his boyfriend in his flustered state, he couldnt help but notice how cute he was. His reddened cheeks and small smile as he looked away. Y/n couldnt help but get that enamored feeling of intense love and adoration that often came with staring candidly at his beautiful, beautiful boyfriend. In his thoughtful state he didnt even realize that spencer had noticed the intense gaze of his lover.

“why are you looking at me like that?” spencer questioned with a shy smile.

“cus your just too cute not too! and you deserve it” y/n responded with a sly smile. spencer once again flushed red at the flirtatious comments.

“what? Oh c'mere hot stuff I wanna give ya a kiss" y/n pulled his boyfriend into his lap and put his hands on either side of the man's face. "ugh! Your so cu-" The rest of the man's sentence was cut off by him kissing his boyfriend. Very aggressively Spencer would add, but he was to busy being kissed. Finally y/n let go of his lips and they both sucked in a large breath. But before Spencer could get word out y/n started peppering his face with kisses, using them to punctuate his words

"You. Are. A. Smart. Cookie."

If it was even possible Spencer's ears grew redder. "Thank you, y/n." Spencer responded with a small smile playing at his lips. "of course love" y/n said as he gave a bigger sweeter smile this time before leaning in for a more loving and passionate kiss. And as they kissed all that fun through y/ns mind, was Spencer.

THE END

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New Releases

A whole slew of new books coming out this week and I see some I want to add to my TBR pile. How about you?

Something Like Right by H. D. Hunter Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

A contemporary young adult novel about one life-altering year of a biracial Black and white teen boy, showing a raw glimpse into the systemic inequality in racialized communities.

Zay’s ma always said his mouth would get him in trouble. Sure enough, it got him into his first and only fight in his junior year of high school. Expelled from his district, Zay’s only hope for redemption is to transfer to Broadlawn Alternative School and complete the year.

Zay isn’t thrilled about the disgusting school lunch and classroom trailers at Broadlawn, and boarding with his aunt Mel and her live-in boyfriend isn’t the greatest. But he’d rather be there than in the city dealing with his estranged father, his overbearing mother, and the fallout from his fight. Besides, Broadlawn has Feven, the beautiful new student Zay is starting to get to know—and fall for.

Still, first love is rarely a fairy tale, and as Zay’s time in Broadlawn comes to an end, he learns that shaping yourself within a new place is a lot harder than letting it shape you.

A tender contemplation of first love, broken families, and healing generational trauma by an incredible voice in young adult fiction.

Drown Me with Dreams (Sing Me to Sleep #2) by Gabi Burton Bloomsbury YA

In the second book in this dark and seductive YA fantasy duology, a siren must decide if saving her kingdom is worth betraying the boy she loves.

Saoirse Sorkova is on the run. Accused of several murders, her siren identity compromised, even the newly crowned King Hayes can’t protect her if she’s caught. The only way to save her life is to send her on a dangerous mission across the magical barrier that surrounds the kingdom.

Forced to travel with Carrick – once her best friend, now her greatest betrayer – she begins to unravel multiple plots that threaten the safety of her family, the livelihood of the entire kingdom, and her future with Hayes. And the more time she spends with Carrick, the harder it is to keep hating him . . .

Soon, Saoirse is forced to what if Hayes isn’t the right ruler for the kingdom? And if he’s not, is she willing to betray her king – and her heart?

Featuring an all Black and Brown cast, a forbidden romance, and a compulsively dark plot full of twists, this thrilling YA fantasy series is perfect for fans of A Song Below Water and To Kill a Kingdom.

Prince of the Palisades by Julian Winters Viking Books for Young Readers

Young Royals meets Red, White, and Royal Blue in this heart-pumping romance by award-winning author Julian Winters!

When roguish Prince Jadon of Îles de la Rêverie is left in America to clean up his image after a horribly public break-up gone viral, romance is not on the table. Carefully planned photo ops with puppies? Yes. Scheduled appearances with the Santa Monica elite Absolutely. Rendezvous with a pink-haired, film-obsessed hottie from the private school where he’s currently enrolled? Uhhhh . . .

Together with his entourage—a bitingly witty royal guard, Rêverie’s future queen (and Jadon’s brilliant older sister), and a quirky royal liaison—Jadon’s on a mission to turn things around and show his parents, and his country, that he’s more than just a royal screw-up. If he doesn’t prove that he’s the prince Rêverie deserves? Well, he may not be allowed home . . .

But falling for a not-so-royal American boy has Jadon redefining what it means to be a leader. If he can be someone’s Prince Charming just by being himself, maybe that’s all it takes to win over a nation. Or at least a prince can dream .

A Bánh Mì for Two by Trinity Nguyen Henry Holt and Co. BYR Paperbacks

In this sweet sapphic romance about two foodies in love, Vivi meets Lan while studying abroad in Vietnam and they spend the semester unraveling their families’ histories—and eating all the street food in Sài Gòn.

In Sài Gòn, Lan is always trying to be the perfect daughter, dependable and willing to care for her widowed mother and their bánh mì stall. Her secret passion, however, is A Bánh Mì for Two, the food blog she started with her father but has stopped updating since his passing.

Meanwhile, Vietnamese American Vivi Huynh, has never been to Việt Nam. Her parents rarely talk about the homeland that clearly haunts them. So Vivi secretly goes to Vietnam for a study abroad program her freshman year of college. She’s determined to figure out why her parents left, and to try everything she’s seen on her favorite food blog, A Bánh Mì for Two.

When Vivi and Lan meet in Sài Gòn, they strike a deal. Lan will show Vivi around the city, helping her piece together her mother’s story through crumbling photographs and old memories. Vivi will help Lan start writing again so she can enter a food blogging contest. And slowly, as they explore the city and their pasts, Vivi and Lan fall in love.

Codex Black (Book Two): Bird of Ill Omen by Camilo Moncada Lozano IDW Publishing

Best friends Donají and Itzcacalotl stumble into dangerous political intrigue in this follow-up to the young adult epic Codex Black: A Fire Among Clouds!

In 15th-century Mesoamerica, Donají and Itzcacalotl travel to the Oracle of Lyobaa in the hopes of learning the secret behind Donají’s missing father. But instead of receiving information, they find themselves roped into a quest to stop the assassination of the great Emperor Ahuizotl! This is easier said than done when faced with a mysterious group of black-clad killers who want nothing more than to send the known world tumbling into chaos.

Along the way, the two will have to navigate new friends, old enemies, and corn people as they try to save the emperor…before it’s too late!

Helga by Catherine Yu Page Street YA

Helga is not the obedient science experiment her father intended. And though she has only just awoken, he leaves her in the care of his lab assistant Penny to go on a business trip.

Bursting with curiosity, Helga quickly escapes from the well-meaning Penny and heads into Amaris City. There Helga finds she is as untamable as the invasive blackberry vines overtaking the island. And because of the misdeeds of her father’s scientific community, the natural world grows more volatile.

Helga soon discovers the night market, rowdy clubs, delicious food, and cute boys. Enamored with city life, she’ll do anything to find love―but she has only two weeks until her father gets back, and besides there are ominous rumblings from the volcanic island that could put her dating schemes, and even her own life, in grave peril.

We Are the Medicine (Surviving the City #3) written by Tasha Spillett & illustrated by Natasha Donovan HighWater Press

Miikwan and Dez are in their final year of high school. Poised at the edge of the rest of their lives, they have a lot to decide on. Miikwan and her boyfriend, Riel, are preparing for university, but Dez isn’t sure if that’s what they want for their future.

Grief and anger take precedence over their plans after the remains of 215 children are found at a former residential school in British Columbia. The teens struggle with feelings of helplessness in the face of injustice. Can they find the strength to channel their frustration into action towards a more hopeful future?

“We Are the Medicine” is the moving final volume of the best-selling Surviving the City series.

Love Requires Chocolate by Ravynn K. Stringfield Joy Revolution

Whitney Curry is primed to have an epic semester abroad. She’s created the perfectitinerary and many, many to-do lists after collecting every detail possible about Paris, France. Thus, she anticipates a grand adventure filled with vintage boutiques, her idol Josephine Baker’s old stomping grounds, and endless plays sure to inspire the ones she writes and—ahem—directs!

But all is not as she imagined when she’s dropped off at her prestigious new Parisian lycée. A fish out of water, Whitney struggles to juggle schoolwork, homesickness, and mastering the French language. Luckily, she lives for the drama. Literally.

Cue French tutor Thierry Magnon, a grumpy yet très handsome soccer star, who’s determined to show Whitney the real Paris. Is this type-A theater nerd ready to see how lessons on the City of Lights can turn into lessons on love?

[circusgoth-dotcom]

An Early Morning At The Indoor Pool

Ship: Herbert West x Scott Reavey

Word Count: 569

Summary: Herbert gets up early to swim laps. Scott wakes up after him and goes to watch. CWs for food mentions, brief implications of Herbert being self-conscious about his body.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Scott awoke to an empty bed, rubbing his eyes in the hazy grey of a too-early morning. He pawed at the space where his boyfriend should’ve been, then reluctantly rolled over and put on his glasses. A note fluttered underneath them and he squinted to read it in the dark.

Headed for the pool, back at 9:10am - H. West

They glanced at the clock. 7:40am. He hadn’t left too long ago.

Knowing it’d take a force of nature to get them back to sleep, Scott swung themself out of bed and got dressed. He lazily brushed his teeth and threw a PB&J sandwich and a clementine into a tupperware container before departing for Miskatonic’s on-campus gym and pool, a rather modern addition considering the school’s age.

The brisk morning air made Scott move quickly across the manicured lawns before immediately being bogged down by the humidity of the indoor pool. He slogged along the tiled floor before plopping down on the bleachers. He scanned the pool and when movement crossed his gaze, he relaxed and opened his breakfast.

He’d just finished the sandwich when Herbert broke the surface of the water, pushing his short hair away from his face. Scott swallowed thickly, watching him pull himself out of the pool with his strong arms, clear water cascading down his fuzzy chest. He was enamoured with the way his lithe body moved as he went to grab his water bottle.

“Morning, Herbie,” Scott croaked, making him jump. He dried off his face and put on his glasses.

“I told you when I’d be back,” Herbert scolded. “You need your rest.”

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” Scott shrugged, peeling the clementine and splitting it in half. He peeled away one of the slices and offered it to his partner. “Orange?”

Herbert shook his head. “Save some for me for after my laps. And that’s a clementine, Scott.”

He popped it in his mouth. “Toh-ma-to, to-mah-to.” He couldn’t help but stare as he chewed. Herbert consciously slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his slick, black trunks.

“What’s with the look?”

Scott blushed and diverted their gaze. “Nothing…”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me shirtless before, you know.”

“I know, I know… you’re just a total hottie, okay?!”

Herbert snorted. “Oh please, refrain from such juvenile language…”

Scott half-smiled and stood. “Awh, what is it? You’d rather I say you’re a babe? A stunner? My pasty-skinned prettyboy?~”

Herbert took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes I can’t believe we’re dating.”

Scott knew the words held no weight and he laughed, placing the clementine back in his container before taking off his shirt and hugging Herbert tightly, pressing a prolonged kiss to his damp cheek. “Love ya, Herbie.”

“Yes, yes, I love you, too…” Herbert put his glasses back on and glanced down, frowning. “Your pants.”

Scott looked down, too, noting the wet splotches on his thighs. “Ah well, they’ll dry. Alright, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Do your thing.” He went back into the bleachers and sat down, leaving Herbert nodding. He put his shirt back on while Herbert put his glasses back with his towel, took another drink of water, and slipped back into the pool. Scott sighed wistfully and rested his chin in his hands, entertaining himself with ridiculous fantasies of Herbert and himself as protagonists from a cheesy romance novel.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🐍Being Nohebi's Manager🐍

Daishou's Little Sister

(Reverse Harem)

Nohebi x Daishou YN (fem! reader)

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a request from 🦢 anon! Honestly, I'm excited for alot of requests but this is DEFINITELY one! First time writing a full set for Nohebi and our snake bbys deserve it 🥺

I'm slowly getting back into posting 🥰

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

*sigh*

A big LONG exasperated *SIGH*

Once again I'm just out here, making dreams come true for our Queen Yn

It's hard being a fairy godmother 😫

But alas someone must do it and the best person for the job??

Me 🥰💅🏼

Let me toot my own horn ok 😅

So anyways, let's get too it!

Everyone on Nohebi knew Daishou had a baby sister

He rarely talked about you, except to say how annoying you were 🙄

Typical sibling stuff

So let's just say, it was a pretty big shock to the entire team when you showed up looking for your brother

Daishou had wanted to find a manager for his third year but no candidates had come about

Mika wasn't an option

Remember she thought Volleyball wasn't cool or whatever 🙃

The other third years had joked about Daishou asking his elusive "sister" to be the manager

It often went something like this 👇🏻

"Suguru just ask your sister to be the manager. I mean she deals with your dumbass all the time"- Takachiho said

Daishou 👉🏻 😐 absolutely not

"It's probably because she doesn't exist"- Sakishima joked

"Oh she's very much real and very much the bain of my existence"- Daishou 😒

"It's just weird that we've never seen her before. What are you afraid we'll corrupt her?"- Numai 😆

"Very much the opposite actually"- Daishou said setting up the net

Meanwhile, Kuguri and Seguro are grabbing the volleyballs when the door opens

Kuguri stops and Seguro looks at him, then looking at the door

Literally them 👉🏻😲😲

"Holy crap, it's that super hot first year from my science class"- Kuguri says

"Dang! Who the heck is she??"- Seguro

"Her name is Yn. She's in my literature class. She's freaking gorgeous, smart and funny!"- Akama says coming up besides them

Numai, Takachiho, Hiroo and Sakishima all look over towards the door

There stands the most gorgeous girl they have seen in their entire lives 😍

These boys are standing there like 🥵🥵🥵

"Damn who is that hotty?"- Hiroo asks

"I've seen her around, I think she's a first year"- Sakishima adds

"Lucky bastards"- Numai

Just as you look around, you smile at the boys who instantly cease to exist 💀

Then it happens

"YN what the hell are you doing here??"- Daishou shouts

You just glare 😑

"Shut it Suguru! I came to give you your stupid jacket since you let it at home and mom had to work late"- You, shouting back at Daishou

Suddenly Mika comes in and screams

"YN OMG HI LOVELY"- she says as you hug her

Daishou just rolls his eyes 🙄 and goes to grab his jacket

Now the peanut gallery is super confused 🤨

What the heck is happening here??

"Ahh Suguru... umm who is this?"- Hiroo

"She's nobody"- Suguru says walking away from you

"Suguru be nice to YN"- Mika yells

"Yeah be nice to your sister Suguru"- You 😜

Hold up 🤚🏻

"You're..."- Takachiho

"SISTER"- Sakishima, Kuguri, Seguro, Akama, Numai, and Hiroo shout

You giggle as you look at all of their shocked faces

Please Yn do less 😒

"Unfortunately yes"- Daishou says walking further away from him

You skip after him, on your way to make good on your baby sister pest status

"Ahhh Suguru you didn't tell me you had such handsome boys on your team"- you say smiling

Really YN... please do less ✋🏻

The boys 👉🏻😳😲

"YN leave now before I tell mom about you sneaking out last weekend"- Daishou

"Go ahead big brother, I'll just tell mom about how you snuck Mika in the house when they were out of town"- you, again being the baby

"YN I swear to god-"

"Bring it"- you say approaching your brother

"Ok killer chill out"- Numai says getting in between you and Suguru

"Hey your that super tall ace all the girls talk about! Man they are so right! You are cute!"- you 😍

Numai 👉🏻 uhh well ☺️

Please the rest of the team is FUMING at Numai right now 😅

"YN knock it off-"

"Hey do you guys need a manager???"- you say suddenly

Before Daishou can even form the word, the boys all scream

"YES!"- The entire team

Daishou 👉🏻🤨😐🙄

The team 👉🏻😍😍😍

Mika 👉🏻😬

"Yay!! Omg can I be your manager?? Please! I need a club!"- you say, jumping up and down

"Absolutely not"- Daishou

"Suguru please"- you 🥺🥺🥺

"YN no! Go manage the basketball team or something"- Suguru says glaring at you

"Don't you think this should be a team vote?"- Sakishima says

Daishou 👉🏻 really 😐

"Yeah I say we all vote"- Hiroo

Your eyes sparkle as you clap your hands together

These boys are already whipped YN you don't need to put so much effort in 🙄

"Ok all those opposed to YN being our manager"- Akama says

Daishou's hand shoots up

He looks around

Zero support from the crowd, literal crickets 🦗🦗

"All those in favor..."- Akama says

Please he doesn't even finish the sentence before these boys hands are higher than the clouds 🤣

Daishou 👉🏻🤦‍♂️ don't say I didn't warn you guys

You smile and run to hug them all

Please you literally jump into Kuguri's arms

Kuguri 👉🏻😰

Please you broke the poor boy YN

You move your way down the line as you hug each one

"I'm so excited to work with all of you"- you shout as you wave and run towards Mika who is waiting

When you leave, all hell breaks loose

"YOU SON OF A BITCH"- Takachiho shouts, glaring at Daishou

"You seriously hid THAT from us!"- Sakishima joins in

"She is literally the hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life"- Seguro adds

"Probably the hottest girl we will ever see"- Kuguri adds

Daishou just stands there 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"Well now we have the hottest manager in the entire prefecture"- Akama says high fiving Hiroo

"More like the hottest manager in freaking Japan!"- Numai adds

Daishou 👉🏻 you guys realize that'd my sister right 🤨

"Dude you are just lucky YN will end up with me"- Takachiho says

The world stops ✋🏻

The boys heads snap to him

"You mean, with me?"- Sakishima interjects

Daishou 👉🏻 😐

"You guys know I'm the ace right? You remember she said I was cute right?"- Numai

"That's because your big head was blocking her view of the rest of us"- Hiroo

Daishou just rolls his eyes and walks away from the team

Please they asked for this 😅

You start your job as manager and boy is it exciting

Thankfully you are actually a decent manager...

The boys thrive under your praise YN 👏🏻

"Kuguri that was an amazing kill!"- you scream as you jump up and down clapping on the side line

Kuguri blushes while the team looks like they are about to commit homicide 🙃

"Sakishima that set was perfect!! And Hiroo, your blocks are so on point!"- you scream

YN you're doing it again...

"Akama I can't believe you dug that ball up!"

Seguro that serve was so good and Takachiho that line shot was gorgeous!"

Yn... chill...

You hand the boys their water bottles and run to get the towels

"God I feel like I'm practicing so much better with YN here"- Numai

"She's amazing"- Takachiho

"Honestly, how did we do without a manager for so long?"- Seguro

Daishou stands apart from the team, observing your interactions

"Guys I'm so excited for this tournament!! There's going to be so many schools there!"- you say excitedly

The boys all nodd at you before it suddenly smacks them in the fact

So many schools...

That means....

So... many... BOYS

Ope 😶

You giggle with excitement as you go to start collecting the volleyballs

The boys all stop and stare at you as you skip around the gym

"Hiroo your walking me home tonight right?"- You say

Hiroo just nodds as you kiss his cheek and skip away to keep about your tasks

Please these boys are just standing there, water bottles halfway to their mouths, like "shit 😐"

How could they have forgotten about the TOURNAMENT

Daishou walks up to them and smirks 😏

"Something wrong guys"- Daishou 🙃🙃🙃

Kuguri looks at Daishou, then to you as you go about your tasks

"We gotta protect our girl"- Numai says

"Agreed"- Sakishima says

After your done cleaning up, you change into your uniform and meet the boys by the gym

"Hey YN so we were thinking.."- Akama says

"Maybe you shouldn't come to the tournament with us..."- Takachiho

Your eyes start to water 🥺

"You- you guys don't want me there??"- you 😢

The boys eyes widen

"Please YN don't cry"- Sakishima says

"Am I- am I not doing a good job??"- you 🥺🥺🥺

"Sweetheart no you are doing perfect!"- Numai says hugging you

He looks over at the other guys who are now all unsure what to do

Daishou walks behind and smirks at them again 😏

Mans knows exactly what's happening here

"Yn we just want to make sure your safe"- Hiroo

"But you guys will be there and you can protect me right"- you say, peeking out from Numai's chest 🥺

Please YN you really do the most 🤚🏻

"YN we definitely want you there!"- Akama

"I think YN should be there as our manager"- Daishou interrupts

These boys just look at him like 😐 really-

"YN is a valuable part of our team now and she's earned a spot on our bench"- Daishou says, again smirking 😏

"Suguru 🥺"- you say running to hug your brother

They are all just standing there like 👇🏻 "really Suguru 😐"

Daishou pays them no mind tho 💅🏼

Unbothered king

So instead of making you cry again, they all just agree to guard you with their lives 🤣

Literally they are so stressed come tournament time 😅

You notice your poor bbys seem on edge

Hiroo is just standing there, in his own world and you walk up hugging him 🫂

He hugs you back and kisses the top of your head

"You look stressed"- you snuggling into him

Please he's a comfy tree YN give him love

"I'm ok love, just nervous"- he says hugging you tightly

You look to see the other boys just as nervous

YN to the rescue 🦸🏻‍♀️

You hug and kiss all the boys cheeks

You head to the gym to warm up, the boys getting ready to start spiking drills

"Ohh YN??? Could you go fill these up? I forgot to ask you earlier"- Daishou, knowing full well he did not forget

"Oh sure! I'll be right back"- you say grabbing the crate and running off

Daishou 👇🏻 freaking smirky snake boi

While in the hallway, you stumble into someone on accident

"Oh my! I'm so very sorry!"- you say, looking up to see a very tall, darker haired man

He looks... almost... Rooster like 😏

"Well hello there"- Rooster man says smiling at you

"Kuroo stop being weird"- a shorter guy in a red Nekoma jacket says

"I'm not being weird! I was just saying hello!"- the tall man yelled

"Oh im so very sorry! I was just apologizing for running into your teammate"- you say grining wide

The boys both look at you with heart eyes 😻

"Hey will you two stay with the group?"- another boy says, as he joined by several more guys in red jackets

They all look at you at you as you stand there smiling 😁

✨️back in the gym ✨️

Takachiho looks around and then hits Sakishima in the arm

"Hey man-"

"Where's YN?"- Takachiho says panicking

Numai, Hiroo, Akama, Kuguri, and Seguro all look around

"Suguru where is YN?"- Numai shouts

Daishou just shrugs 🤷‍♂️ and walks away

Freaking snake 🐍

The boys BARREL out into the hallway, looking everywhere until they see you

Standing next to NEKOMA

Oof 😬

Sakishima, Hiroo and Numai charge as Takachiho grabs you and pulls you behind him

"Yoshiya what-" you confused

"You pussy cats better not have touched our YN"- Numai growls

"As if they could even, our YN is too perfect for the likes of them"- Sakishima adds, arms crossed and glaring

"Hey- we were just talking with her"- Kuroo says, hands up and smirking 😏

He's just as sneaky as Daishou!

"Save it Kuroo"- Hiroo spits as he grabs your hand and hauls you towards the gym doors

Kuguri and Serugo fawn over you when you get back

"YN what happened-"

"Those bastard cats were talking to her"- Akama yelled

"Excuse me??"- Seguro says 😃

"Really guys, I'm ok"- you say smiling at your overprotective bois

They all look at you and boy are they PISSED

This calls for a good ole YN intervention

Hugs and kisses YN, needed STAT

The boys instantly calm as you make your way around the team

"Besides Suguru asked me to fill up the waterbottles before the match"- you say, smiling and turning away to set up the bench

The guys all look at each other, then to Daishou 😐😑

Daishou 👉🏻👀😗 🎶 what??

Please 🤚🏻 if you don't think this man is going to take advantage of his teammates crushing on his baby sister

Do you really know the snakes at all 🙃

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

 Day 9 : Disco Santa Dance Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World Ch13

Summary: On his second Christmas Eve, you attempt to introduce CJ to ‘Santa’ again, and it doesn’t really work out...

Pairing: Paul Diskant (Street Kings) x Rock ‘N’ Roll People Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 5k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Rock N Roll People Masterlist

Day 8: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

RnR Chapter 12

"Come on Paul, we are supposed to be at your parents by five thirty. It's near that now!"

“Sugar, relax!” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen, CJ in his arms, “we were just checking we had everything, right buddy?”

"Yes." His mini me replied. It was the newest word to his vocabulary, making the grand total five. Mama, Dada, no, Wood (short for Woody) and yes.

“And do we have everything?” You smiled, holding out your arms and Paul passed your nineteen month old over.

"Yep, Woody is fed, packages are in the car and the bag is full of diapers and milk."

“Okay then,” you looked at CJ, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “shall we go see Nanny and Grumpy?”

CJ clapped his hands as he was dressed in his Christmas Eve best. His little denims with his Vans like his Daddy's and little collard shirt. He looked like such a little man, it was sweet. You placed him back on the floor, slipped his sweater over his head and fixed his styled little hairs, a dirty shade of blonde like his Daddy’s had been at that age, and picked him back up for the car.

“No!” He wiggled in your arms, kicking his little legs. 

“You wanna walk?”

“Yes.”

"Okay, hold my hand," you bent at the waist and sighed as a little hand curled around your fingers.

“Wood!” He yelled, pulling you over to where his faithful best friend was busy hoovering up the stray kibble which lay around his bowl.

"No, bub, he's staying home tonight, you'll see him in the morning, when you wake up." Disco told CJ as he walked passed the two of you. "This way, pal."

CJ looked up at his dad. “Wood?” He pointed at the dog, and you saw his lip beginning to wobble.

 "Paul, get his leash," you sighed. "Come on, boy."

Paul groaned, “Sugar, we’re gonna be back later tonight, it’s not-“ He fell silent at the look on your face and threw his head back, looking at the ceiling. “Fine.”

It was near quarter past six when you finally arrived at Big Jim and Dotty's, flustered at being late, CJ hungry and Paul grumbling. Woody wouldn't settle the entire ride, wired from the excitement of the adventure and it shot Disco’s nerves high.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised to Dotty as you bustled in, “we had a potential meltdown on our hands!”

“Don’t worry!” She laughed, kissing your cheek, “it’s fine. I remember both Junior and Paul at this age very well!”

"It's tough," you chuckled with a stressed sigh.

At that point, Woody pushed his way into the house, trotting straight up the familiar hall.

“Hi, Woody!” Dotty watched him, smirking a little.

“Yeah, someone demanded we bring him.” Paul gestured to CJ who was perched on his hip, pacifier in his mouth.

"Good thing you did then," Dotty reached out for her grandson. "Come see Nanna."

“Yes!” Ceej chuckled, voice muffled a little as he held out his arms.

Dotty kissed his cheek multiple times as she carried him in where Grumpy waited. Paul took the moment to love on you.

"Relax, Sugar," he nuzzled behind your ear, pressing his lips to your hairline. "Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?"

You sighed, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss, “one day we’ll make it outta the house on time.”

“Does Mom look like she gives a shit? She’s just happy to see us. Either that or she’s just super buzzed about the fact they fly to Mexico in the morning.”

"Probably both," you replied with a pop of your shoulder.

"Yep," he winked. "Now, let's go relax with some drinks and watch as our son for the next couple of hours wreaks havoc on my parents. Then later, I'm gonna get you home and show you what's in your stocking."

At that you laughed, “Jesus.”

"What?" Paul frowned.

“You, you’re a damned corny asshole at times.”

"But you love me for it, besides, I wanna put a baby in you again."

"Okay, out we go, let's go, Stud."

 You couldn't help but giggle as you pushed him into the family room. You'd come off your pills three months ago, figuring since it took as long as it did to get Connor, you weren't wasting time with your next. You were ready, mostly. Work hadn't held the same excitement it used to for you anymore and it was growing more and more dangerous by the weeks. People were out in out just crazy at times. You and Paul had talked about it, talked about how this wasn't smart, having two on the force with a young child. And you were in more active situations that he was these days. There was a big decision to be made, as to whether you took a more backstage role within the force or quit all together, but you’d both agreed you’d hold fire for the time being and see what the near future held.

Big Jim greeted you with a one armed hug as CJ was held in his other, busy fiddling with the buttons on his ‘Grumpy’s’ shirt collar.

“Y/N, honey, what can I get you to drink?” Dotty looked at you.

“I’ll just have a water, I’m driving.”

“She’ll have a glass of champagne.” Paul shook his head.

“Disco…”

“We’ll get a lift home.”

“No Uber is gonna take a dog, certainly not as big as him.” You looked at Paul who winked.

“Didn’t say Uber,” he grinned. “Barnes is on shift, and he owes me. Again. It’s sorted, just enjoy. We can get the car in a few days when we need it.”

"Champagne it is then, thank you," you sighed softly with a shake of your head.

Drinks were served, you sat next to Paul with CJ in his chair beside you, Dotty on his other side and all chatted away. A large roast dinner was served with all the fixings and sides, trimmings never lacking in the Diskant house. CJ was happily content in his high chair while picking away at his diced foods on the platter, you having tore his sweater and collard shirt off him, so it was neat for his surprise later.

“So, your parents are at yours for dinner tomorrow?” Dotty looked at you as Jim topped up your glass.

You nodded, “yeah, in the afternoon. We got the morning alone for the three of us. Well, four.” Your eyes flicked to Woody who was busy chewing at a large treat bone which Dotty had produced for him. 

Dotty laughed, "good, were going to miss you guys, but so excited to head out for something as nice as this, this year."

“Abandoning your son and grandson on Christmas.” Paul sighed dramatically.

“Piss off.” Jim spluttered.

“Jim!” Dotty chastised him as Paul snorted with laughter, “there are little ears at the table!”

"Off."

All eyes turned to CJ as he grinned and slammed his hand on the table of his high chair. “Off!”

 "Good one, Jim." Dot scolded.

Jim looked a little sheepish as Paul was positively shaking with silent laughter.

"Let's get him cleaned up, and you, sir, can go change into your suit," Dot grumbled as you fiddled with the high chair. "Paul, you can clear the table, since you seem to think this was hilarious," she added.

“Me?” Paul blinked at his mom. “That’s… oh come on!”

"Now." Dot raised her brow.

You smirked. You and Dot were the only two women in his life that could sass him around like he was still ten.

“Yes!” CJ cackled as you lifted him out of his chair. “Mama!”

The three of you headed up to the smaller guest room, which was now CJ’s room for when he had sleep overs. 

“You know, I keep forgetting we really don’t need to bring a load of stuff with us when we come over.” You chuckled as you sat him on the changing table.

“Force of habit, honey!” Dotty laughed, grabbing the pack of baby wipes.

CJ sat and let his Nanna clean him up, not once protesting like he did when you or Paul tried to clean his hands or face.

"You're Nanna’s boy aren't you," you sighed. "Always good for Nanna." You paused, "All this here, It's nice though," you smiled. "Thank you for dinner.

“No need to thank me, we love having you guys over. Don’t we, Connor?” Dotty beamed.

“Yes!” He grinned, clapping his hands.

You laughed as did Dot.

“It won’t last.” She looked at you. “Paul was a nannas boy too. Until he was about 4 and then he was just a terror for everyone.”

"God help me!" You whined. "Near two is tough."

You dressed him back up and Nanna carried him back down to the living room where Paul was waiting after clearing the table. Big Jim hadn't returned yet and while you knew what was coming, you were excited to see how it was going to go.

“Dadda!” CJ pointed at Paul as soon as he spotted him.

“Clever boy.” Paul grinned, “who’s that?” He pointed to you.

“Mama.”

“And that?”

CJ blinked as he looked up at Dotty.

"Yes!"

“Worth a try,” Paul shrugged as you placed Ceej down.

"He'll get it,” Dotty waved a hand, “Junior barely uttered a word until two. You started and wouldn’t stop."

"Nothing’s changed." You snorted.

Then suddenly you heard the faint jingle of bells coming from upstairs. A rustle here a loud step there, and then you heard it.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

CJ instantly snapped his head up, eyes looking at the ceiling before he turned to you, then Paul.

You playfully gasped, "Ceej, who is that? Do you hear it?" 

His eyes widened even more as the bells and steps got louder. “Merry Christmas!” Boomed the deep voice, as heavy foot falls clattered down the stairs.

At first Connor ran to Paul and tried climbing in his lap while Dotty took all the pictures she could, urging you along to join Paul. You moved over to where he was sat, dropping onto the sofa next to him as Paul lifted CJ onto his knee.

“Dadda?” He asked quietly, his eyes looking at Paul.

Paul pressed a kiss to his head, “who is it Ceej?” 

Ceej blinked, before he jumped a little as another loud, booming laugh rang round the room and a huge frame filled the doorway.

"Oh my gosh, it's Santa!" You said cheerily.

CJ looked at the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in Big Jim’s Santa Outfit, his granddad unrecognisable with his face and hair hidden by a fake beard and hat.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"

And then, to your dismay, CJ screamed and began to cry, just like he had the previous year when you’d taken him to meet Santa at the Mall.

"No, Dadda no!" He reached up, his arms gripping at Paul as he buried his face into his daddy’s neck, loud wails of distress erupting from him.

Paul's arms wrapped tightly around his son, comforting him as he toddler pressed further into his neck and then a roar of a wail came from Big Jim as Woody, ever the loyal dog, bit your father in law right in his ass.

“What the hell!”

You shot up, clicking your fingers and Woody trotted over, sitting down in front of Paul and CJ, ears pricking forward.

“Well, this didn’t go quite as we planned, did it?” Dotty deadpanned.

There was a pause, and Paul erupted once more into laughter as he soothed CJ. “Hey, buddy, come on, it’s Santa. He’s come to say hi!”

 "No! No!" 

You glanced at Big Jim, who’s eyes were shot with dismay. “Hey, fella, look…” he hastily pulled his beard down and whipped off his hat, “it’s just me, big guy.”

Paul had to coax him a little further. "Ceej, look, it's just Grumpy."

Connor gave a little hiccup as he turned his head, his cheek still resting on Paul’s shoulder, his eyes which were still leaking tears fixed on his granddad. He frowned and sat up. 

“No, ‘Umpy!”

"Well, that's seven words," you sighed and rubbed his back.

"I guess we'll try again next year, go change Jim. Let them calm him down." Dotty looked at him.

At that, CJ moved a little, wriggling and Paul helped him down. He took a tentative step forward, his hand curling into the fur at the back of Woody’s neck. “Umpy?”’he asked again, his voice quiet.

Big Jim stopped walking and turned on his heel, kneeling down to see his grandson. "Hey, pal.”

CJ gave a sniff before he grinned and toddled over as fast as he could into his granddad’s arms.

Big Jim's eyes welled and he grinned, "hey, buddy, all better." He stood with the child in his arms and hugged him close. "I love you, monkey."

CJ reached out and grabbed at the fake beard, studying it as it filled the space between his little fingers. Then, he moved it pushing it back over Jim’s face. He blinked and then cackled with laughter.

You looked at Paul, who gave a shrug as he chuckled, "fickle little monkey."

Once the dramatics of the evening were over, CJ opened his presents with fervor, brilliantly excited for his electric police jeep and other toys. By the time ten in the evening rolled round he was flat out, asleep under a blanket on the sofa. His head resting on your lap.

"Let's get him home, huh, Sugar?"

You looked at Paul and nodded. Paul reached into his pocket and quickly fired a message to Barnes. Fifteen minutes later he was outside. You tilted CJ's little head up so Paul could pick him up and you could get up from the couch. With whispered goodbyes and safe travels, your little family departed your in-laws and headed home.

Barnes came in for a quick beer as you assured Paul you could manage easily, seeing as CJ had already bathed and changed into his new jammies at Dot and Jim’s. You kissed his head as you tucked him into his little toddler bed, pulling the safety rail up at the side. Woody took up his preferred spot at the end of the bed on his cushion and you left him there, knowing full well when you went to bed he would follow you and sleep in his basket at the foot of your own.

Leaving the door open a crack, so Woody could get out if he so wished, you headed downstairs into the kitchen were Barnes and Paul were sat at the stools round the island.

The three of you chatted for a little while until you bid your friend goodnight and Paul shut the front door, locking it behind you. Then, you set to it, grabbing CJ’s wrapped gifts and laying them in a pile by the big bay window of your living room.

 As you stood and looked at the handy work of your own doing, you sighed contently. Then two strong arms wrapped themselves around you and soft lips pressed into the joint of your jaw.

"Merry Christmas, Sugar," that baritone whispered in your ear.

You smiled and turned in his arms, “Merry Christmas, Stud. I love you.”

"I love you too, Mama."

You bit your lip, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “You ready to show me what’s in my stocking, daddy?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, "oh am I ever..." He bent and swooped you up in his arms like the bride of his you were. You laughed as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs, stopping to let you flick the lights off as you passed. As soon as he set you down in the bedroom, his hands were at the hem of your sweater dress and he whipped it up, over your head.

"Wait!" You stopped him, just before his lips were at your neck, in that tender spot that made your toes curl.

"What?" He panted. He was ready to enjoy Christmas Eve with his Sugar.

"I have a surprise." You pushed at his chest and he sighed, pulling back and settling on his side next to you.

You sat up and left the bed, grabbing a black bag from inside the closet as you went. It piqued his interest for sure. So he sat back and waited for you, stripping down to his boxers and nothing else as he did so.

In minutes, you were out, wrapped in a red silk robe with your hair down and brushed through, loosening those waves you set earlier.  "In the chair, Stud."

He quirked a brow, "but...”

"Nope." You sauntered towards him. "No fun, until you do what I ask."

He swallowed and moved around to the chair you had for your vanity. He turned the chair to face you and sat in it. You met him there, slipping your legs on either side of his waist. "Hands behind your back."

You could hear his breath hitch and his chest pop against your hands. Goose flesh broke out across his skin. "Please, Sugar, just..."

"Hands. Behind. Your. Back."

He listened, he understood. He slipped his hands behind his back and you procured a set of your cuffs from your vanity drawer, all the while leaning over him, teasingly taunting him with your breasts in his face. His nose inhaled your scent and you felt the flash of hot breath from his lips and you pulled back. "Nah ah ah, you gotta work for it, Stud."

You could tell he was already dying to touch you, to see what was under that robe. Paul was easily starting to sport a tent in the tight material of his boxer briefs.

"You're killing me, Sugar." He whined.

 You smirked devilishly and pulled at the ties to your robe belt. The silk material fell away to the floor revealing a deep red coloured bra and panty set made with lace and a little padding to push your breasts higher in their cups. You stepped forward, straddling him again. Your hips ground into his as you seated yourself back in his lap. "Whatcha gonna do? You're a little tied up."

"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll show you." He groaned.

You moved your hands over his bare chest and up around his neck, paying close attention to "his spot" as you went. You hummed as you spoke, "Now that wouldn't be fair would it? You'd get to have all the fun."

Your tongue ran along his neck, your lips dipping back over that scar before taking a second swipe. Paul's strong jaw ground into his teeth as his nostrils flared in wanton need. Desperation was building and that was your goal. To make him feral for you. To go hard like you'd wanted all day. Your hormones were raging, your time was now to capitalize on this fierceness you felt.

"This ain't fun, its' fuckin' torture," he ground out with a clenched jaw. 

All you had to do was smirk as you pulled back, your pout plump. "Tell me what you want and maybe I'll let you go."

His skin was hot, his face flushed, his body on fire and you knew by the way his skin all over had a tinge to it. You leaned forward, your tongue at the joint of his jaw, your lips posting right at his ear.

You gave a breathy moan with a swirl of your hips as your hands rested on his shoulders, "Use your words, Disco, don't be shy."

"Fuck." He growled. "I wanna fucking bend you over that bed and fuck you so hard you can't sit down for a week."

You felt him solid beneath you, not only in physique but in his boxers. He was rock hard and ready for your soaked folds. But you weren't ready, you wanted some more play time.

You again dragged your tongue flat up the column of his neck then on the other side, a laving kiss to his scar with a nip to the underside of his jaw, the tip of your tongue tracing over that delicate new ink he was sporting. A soft script of 'Connor James' over his clavicle while your name, long healed over his heart.

Paul tried to thrust his hips into you but you were firm in your weight against him, giving you a pressure on your clit that was delightful. You whimpered.

"Soon, Stud." 

"Now." He growled.

You leaned back and reached behind your own back with your two hands, unclasping that lace bra, your large and round breasts falling free.

"Jesus fucking Christ...." he gasped.

You hum in delight, knowing you have him right where you want him, right where he'd break his own wrists just to escape the cuffs if he so dared. You dropped to your knees, kissing the inside of his knee, up his left inner thigh and licking over his covered shaft and he about lost it there. 

 He shuddered harshly under your touch and his jaw began trembling as his whole body was fighting back to bust the chair and take you. You could see it, that how heavily you were getting to him.

He whimpered, "Baby, please... wanna touch you...."

Again you smirked and dragged your bare chest up his torso before you climbed into his lap for a final time, grinding down on him, rocking your hips to make your inside burn.

"How bad?" You whisper as you lean forward, your lips ghosting his.

"Fuck, more than anything..."

"Anything?" As you spoke, your lips touched.

"Right now, yeah." He panted.

You leaned forward and released one hand, it flying straight to your neck, pulling you down for a filthy, nasty kiss. And then he pulled back.

"Let my other hand go and I'll put my mouth somewhere you're gonna appreciate, a lot."

A sultry chuckle left your lips, "Is that a promise?"

"Oh, it's a promise Sugar, and you know I'm a man of my fucking word."

While still seated in his lap, you slowly bent your body over his and undid the remaining cuff. As soon as he was free, Paul was on you with a growl, you in his hands lifted by your thighs and planted firmly on your back on your bed. His lips crashed into yours with a ferocity you hadn't felt in a long while, a desperation that consumed you both. 

He pulled back, but only so, "Fuck," he growled, "you're gonna find out exactly how that felt."

"Tell me about it, Stud."

A feral growl emitted from his chest as you kept challenging him. Christmas softness be damned, you started this, he was going to finish it. His hands left your thighs, grasping the thin sides of your matching red lace panties and pulled them down your toned legs, turning you to your belly once he had you naked. Those same hands gripped your hips and pulled them towards him, tilting you at the edge of the bed, all too quickly that you couldn't get your barings. And then you were gasping as Paul slid right into your soaked core.

"That's not..." you moaned as he thrusted, "your mouth, you fucking liar."

A hand gripped a little at your hair, pulling your neck towards him, his lips at your ear, "you wanted the naughty list, you're getting it, Sugar."

It was then that fullness disappeared and you felt empty, but you ground out a growl of your own as you felt that hot tongue flat against you from behind. Paul licked up your inner thigh, you bent over the edge of the bed, your hands grasping at the top comforter, your honey dripping down onto his tongue you were so wet.

"Fuck," you whimpered desperately. "I need to cum, fuck, Stud, please."

"Fuck that." He growled and lapped at you, poking his tongue into you deeply before sucking at your clit. "Don't you dare come."

 Jesus Christ you didn't expect the night to go like this but you were here for it. You loved how he’d get a little rough with you and you weren't shy to admit it had been a long while since it was like this, just the two of you, no inhibitions. Something in you broke through the night and you felt the need for it now.

You were teetering on the edge of a vast void, ready to cum with force so much so that you were starting to tremble. Paul was still at you, like a man starved and eating his first meal in ages. Fingers and tongue lashing and dipping into you, curling and pumping at your insides. You were near boneless, all nerves ready to fire into oblivion. 

When he stopped, he was gasping for air, his hand gently stroking his cock in his hands. Paul rolled you to your back and you sighed, eyes full of lust as you looked at him. He said nothing as he lined himself up with your opening. He didn't go in all the way, no, he started slowly with his leaking tip and stopped, then with his body caging you in, his hips slowly thrust forward, filling you inch by inch until you were stuffed. 

Once you were full, those lips you loved to kiss and feel all over your body, crashed into yours as his hips picked up the pace.

"Fucking love you so much, baby," He panted out as he pounded into you. "Love that you're mine." His hand reached between the two of you and pressed into your clit, "Cum for me, Sugar."

Your dam broke and you were done, coming hard around him, creaming his shaft as you trembled beneath him, crying out his name.

"Thasit, baby." He groaned. "Fuck that feels good, honey." His hips faltered and quickly he was blowing right behind you. Grunts and a growl, your name over his lips as his chest pressed into yours. An obscene 'fuck' coming from his throat as his body went rigid, the stimulation just too much for you both.

Chests heaving and breaths pitching fast, you led beneath him, soft kisses to his chest and scar. "That was amazing," you sighed, your voice unsure of itself.

Paul rasped, "fuck yeah, it was."

"Merry Christmas, Stud." You cooed.

"Merry Christmas, Sugar." He kissed you tenderly.

*****

New Year's came and went and with it, in a flurry, the month of January. You both swore that since becoming parents, time seemed to move twice as fast. Your fourth wedding anniversary had been and gone and your precious baby boy was developing and growing day by day, his vocabulary coming on leaps and bounds. Just as Dotty had said, once he'd started, it didn't stop. From repeating loads of words to getting complete sentences down, the two of you were in full two year old territory before the birth date even came.

Now it was mid-February, just before the President's Weekend holiday. You had a doctor's appointment after your shift and Paul was home with Connor for some quality father-son time.

 “So, buddy, you want orange or grape?” Paul held two juice boxes out towards him. CJ considered the question for a moment.

“Oh-wanj, pweez.”

"Orange, excellent choice."

He grabbed a beer for himself, then he and his little shadow walked into the den where the television and entertainment center sat. Paul sat, CJ to his right, each leaned back in their cushions, drinks in hand.

“So, Dodgers are playing, Pal.” Paul turned to look at CJ who turned his head to his dad. “Wanna watch some ball?”

"Dog-ers!" He happily clapped in response.

"Alright, that's my boy!"  Paul flicked over to the channel and swung his legs up onto the coffee table, turning to CJ. “You okay, pal? Need anything else?”

"No tank you," he said with a smirk not unlike his father's.

Woody hopped up onto the sofa besides CJ, who giggled as the dog shoved his cold nose into his ear.

“Woody!” He laughed, pushing his head away. The large dog flopped down, his head filling CJ’s lap.

It was the fifth inning by the time either had moved, outside a diaper change, and Woody's head perked up indicating to Paul and CJ that you were home as the garage door rolled up and in a couple of minutes you walked into the house from the door.

“Mama!” CJ turned to face you, grinning. “Wash Dog-ers!”

"You're watching the Dodgers with Daddy? How fun!" You came in and pressed a kiss to his little head before bending down and kissing Paul softly as he titled his head backwards. You had to smile at the pair of them, lounging in almost identical poses on the sofa, the similarities between them was ridiculous even at Ceej’s young age. "Aren't you two a sight to see, twins, the two of you!” 

Paul chuckled, “we’ve had fun, huh buddy?”

"Yep!" CJ nodded and drank his juice box.

Paul chuckled and rubbed his son's hair a bit. “Physical go okay?” he enquired, his eyes drifting back to the TV.

"Uh, yeah," you snorted, "yeah, just uh, everything's good."

Paul gave a noise of acknowledgment as he watched the Dodgers as they organised themselves for an inning. 

“Dadda?”

"CJ...."

“We hit?”

“Yup, our innings.” He nodded, taking a pull from his beer as you slid your arms round his neck from behind, hand smoothing down his chest.

“Just think, Stud,” you kissed his cheek, “this time next year you’ll have one either side of you.”

“One what?” He asked, his eyes still on the TV.

"You'll have one on each side of you...."

“Yeah, one of what?” He asked again, his bottle back to his mouth. And then he gave a splutter, almost choking as his head whipped to look at you as you stood up straight. “You… you’re�� noooo!”

You grinned and nodded, confirming your hint, "I'm pregnant."

Paul slammed the bottle down on the table before he stood and vaulted over the back of the sofa, wrapping you in his arms. “Oh, Sugar!”

“No talk!” CJ admonished, giving you both a filthy look before he turned back to the game.

“Double the sass, I can’t wait.” You rolled your eyes, before your face split into a grin.

"I love you, so damn much."

“I love you too,” you grinned as he kissed you.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 10- Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Teardrop Diamond)

RNRP Ch 14

[guess-my-next-obsession]

break my heart [part one]

pairing: leo west x reader

warnings: 18+ themes, mild makeouts, alcohol, swearing

word count: 3861

I don’t like the heat. I know I don’t like the heat, and more importantly, so do my loving friends. The weather app on my phone said it was going to be a hot day today. And still, my friends have lugged me out onto the streets of São Paulo to explore the city’s exciting nightlife. But it’s so hot. Why is it so fucking hot?

“Oh, come on! Have fun!” Shouted my best friend, May, over the dulled thumping of music inside the club. I squeezed her hand and nodded at her as I stood in line with our group. Her petite form was covered in glitter, only small bits of black holographic fabric covering her most sensitive areas.

I admired her fearlessness and authenticity, and hoped that if I kept her around long enough I could gain those qualities too. My theory was proving to be true as I was currently beside her in a matching bikini set, glitter all over my eyes.

“I just want you to let loose for once. You deserve to have a good time, Y/N.” She reached and held my face with both of her hands.

“I’m having a good time. I’m just not a dancer, that’s all.” I smiled at her as she rolled her eyes at me and swayed her hips to the muted music, her hand moving to hover in front of my face.

“You’re paused.” She bobbed her head to the beat as she held the halt signal to my face. I almost snorted as I chuckled at her audacity.

“Well this is rude—“

“Paused.” She insisted, this time closing her fingers as though to close my lips. I sighed in defeat and stared at her in silence. “I am in charge of you tonight. Okay?”

“It’s hot.” I groaned as I let my armpits air out.

“I know, you don’t like heat.” She rolled her eyes and started to fan my face. “Listen to me, now. I do not care!”

She punctuated her sentence with claps in my face.

“If you letting loose means that I have to claim ownership over you tonight, so be it.” She continued, ignoring the grumpy frown easing onto my face. “If I say shot, you’re taking a shot. If I say dance, you’re dancing. If I say, ‘Hey, Y/N, go kiss that hot fuckin’ Brazilian babe’, you’re going to go kiss that hot fuckin’ Brazilian babe!”

“I hear what you’re saying,” I started, holding my finger up to her. May tilted her head and gave me a warning look before smacking my finger out of the air. “But—“

“No, you’re mine. Shut up.” May’s stern look was final, and so was my fate.

It wasn’t long until we were let inside the busy club. After all, my friends are a couple of hotties. May has her rave-girl, space babe vibe. And then there was Matt, a beautiful ginger tattoo-artist, and that says everything. Next up was Valerie, a school teacher by day and a total dommy-mommy by night. And lastly you have me—and we all know how stunning I am. And although we’re all collective balls of unhealed trauma, we sure don’t look like it!

May led the group, holding onto my hand forming a chain between the four of us, Valerie and Matt following behind. Never being one for a graceful entrance, my shoelace untied and got caught underneath someone’s foot, tripping me up. I gripped onto the closest thing next to me to cushion my fall, and was absolutely mortified when I looked up. I sat on my knees, hands gripped onto a mans hips, his crotch in front of my face. The stranger grinned at me as I sat in embarrassment on the floor before holding his hand out for me. I accepted it and dusted myself off, pulling down my dress all-too-short hem that was perpetually creeping up.

“‘Re ye’ okay?” His accent sounded lovely in my ears, and now that my vision had gone clear I could fully see how handsome he was. His eyes were big and so blue, his hair swept perfectly with that unique grey stripe. He was stunning.

“Y/N, let’s go.” Matt urged me along and away from my suave mystery man, much to my dismay. The image of his face didn’t disappear from my mind until we reached our reserved table, and even then I could still remember him. Matt nudged me as he sat with me at the booth, the girls already up dancing. “What was that back there with tall, dark, and handsome?”

“I don’t know. A meet-cute?” I proposed with a head tilt, making him laugh. “Although I’m not sure it was very cute.”

“And you didn’t really meet.” He reminded, and I nodded in solemn agreement. I wasn’t the kind of girl to meet a guy in a club, anyways. No matter how dreamy.

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“Y/N! Guess what!?” May shouted over the loud music, the two of us having just finished a shot at the bar. I shook my head and shrugged, vision blurry. “That was your sixth shot!”

“Oh my god, who is she?” I self-praised as I attempted to sip on my drink, disappointed when I realized there was only ice in the glass. I groaned loudly at my empty cup and tossed my head back, throwing a drunken tantrum but only causing a minor scene.

“I’m sure this is a problem that can be fixed.” There that accent was again. I straightened up and spun around, doe-eyed when I met his eyes once again. He grinned down at me playfully, his eyes full of amusement. “What’s yer drink?”

“Oh, no. You’re fine.” I waved his offer away as he shuffled in to stand beside me at the bar, our bodies almost flush due to the crowd. She wondered if he remembered her from a few hours prior or if he was oblivious of their awkward history.

“No, ye’ seem to be in dire need.” He demanded and flashed her another toothy smile. “Besides, I think I should at least buy ye’ a drink after our little interaction earlier.”

“Oh, god. I was hoping you didn’t remember me.” I chuckled and groaned, my hazy vision struggling to maintain focus on him. I took a breath and laid my head against my arm on the counter, needing a moment to gather my intoxicated mind.

“‘Re ye’ okay?” He leaned over and asked, his warm hand on my upper back, the skin-to-skin contact reviving me a bit. I lifted my head and watched as he studied me softly. “Yeah, ye’ look like ye’ don’t need another.”

“No.” I agreed and allowed him to help walk me away from the crowded bar, his arm held tightly around my waist as I stumbled my way to a less crowded area. “I think I was a bit too ambitious tonight.”

“Happens to the best of us.” He assured with a smile as he stood with me by a staircase. I leaned back against the cement wall and smiled at him, batting my eyes as I studied each of his perfect features. “What’re ye’ lookin’ at?”

“Your accent is nice. Is it Scottish?” I asked, eyes still locked with his as he rolled his eyes and gave me a bashful chuckle.

“Where ‘re yer friends?” He asked in an effort to change the subject, looking off into the very overpopulated crowd. I breathed in the sharp sting of rejection before looking over at the crowd, all the club-goers migrating to the DJ’s stage.

“Probably somewhere close to the front. They’re all shutting themselves over this DJ, but I have no clue who the fuck he is. Some white, privileged, douchebag, surely.” I chided before looking back at the man in front of me, watching as he grinned at the crowd of people.

“White and privileged, yes, but I am not a douchebag.” He winked at me and patted my arm as he started to walk up the stairs. When he realized I wasn’t following, he stopped and looked back at me. “Come on, I’ve got to be on soon.”

“And I’m coming?” I looked at him in confusion, watching as he chuckled and waved for me to join him.

“I’m not going to leave ye’ unattended like this.” He led me up the stairs and into a VIP section, it’s walls making it totally silent inside. A line of gorgeous women waited outside the section, but my mysterious DJ man seemed totally uninterested.

“What’s your name?” I asked as I stood with him at the stage entrance, watching as he stretched.

“Leo. What’s yers?” He jumped up and down a few times before steadying his eyes on me.

“Y/N.” I managed to speak but it was touch-and-go for a moment. He looked infuriatingly stunning in the low-lighting of the room, his dark t-shirt fitting his body so well. And that grey stripe—I was in deep.

“Well, Y/N, I hope ye’ don’t go anywhere. But if ye’ do, let me give ye’ my number.” I nodded and grabbed my phone, handing it over to him. I watched his bright blue eyes as he typed in his number, the light of the phone illuminating them even more. “I’ll see ye’?”

I smiled and nodded at him as he walked backwards onto the stage, his eyes locked with mine as he grinned from ear to ear at me.

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“Is Y/N still here?” I overheard Leo asking someone as he walked back into the room, his face lighting up as he made eye contact with me. He wiped his face and walked up to me with that same tender smile, his head tilting as he looked down at me. “Ye’ conquered the alcohol it appears.”

“I did. It was a tough battle. We lost some good men out there, but we did it.” I patted my stomach as I spoke, making him raise his eyebrows at me. “You didn’t need to hear that. I can acknowledge that.”

“No, I love hearing about your…bowel movements?” He tilted his head at his words and chuckled at himself. “That didn’t need to be said, I’m thinking. Don’t know why I did.”

“You’re too hot to be this awkward.” I squinted at him suspiciously before poking his chest, his eyes dropping to my finger before looking back at me with curiosity. “Just checking to make sure you’re real.”

“Frighteningly real, unfortunately.” He sighed and gave me a warm smile, his eyes bouncing across my features. “Yer a bit too nice on the eyes to be such a dork as well, ye’ know?”

“Oh, he’s finally flirting!” I opened my mouth in playful surprise, watching as he tilted his head at me.

“I’ve been flirting all night, haven’t I?” He asked with a shocked tone, making both of us chuckle before I shook my head. “No? I thought I was doing so well!”

I giggled as he placed his palm to his forehead and cursed himself. He was nothing like the stereotype I’d drunkenly given him. He was so human and real with me. It seemed to be a totally different man in front of me than out on that stage a minute ago, but it only added to his charm.

“I should probably go find my group.” Logic and reality seeped into my newly sober mind, ruining the moment completely. He sucked in a breath and nodded, his hands finding their place in his pockets.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t want ye’ on a missing persons advert, do we?” He led me out of the VIP section and down into the slowly dwindling club, the two of us looking out from the top of the stairs in hopes of seeing any of my friends. “Do ye’ see ‘em?”

“No, don’t think so.” I scanned the crowd and frowned, unaware of Leo’s gaze on my profile. I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone. My screen lit up and displayed a few missed calls and texts from May. “Oh, looks like they all went back to the hotel.”

“Without ye’?” He asked in an almost appalled tone, making my eyes lift to meet his. I shrugged and shook my head, unsure of what defense to give on their part. “Well, I can give ye’ a ride back to yer shitty friends.”

“That would be so nice—“

“Or ye’ could come with me and see where the night takes us.” He offered with a nervous smile. I felt a grin creeping onto my face involuntarily. I was typically never one for leaving a club with a stranger, but nothing about Leo was typical.

“Okay.” I nodded and replied in a soft voice. He looked delighted at my answer, his hands reaching out for my face.

“Yeah?” He asked in shocked confirmation and I nodded, chuckling at his enthusiasm. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Oh, that would be so horrible.” I mumbled sarcastically as I leaned forward, my hands holding onto his waist as our lips crashed together slowly. He tucked my hair behind my ears as he kissed me tenderly, every movement full of intention. He kissed me in a way I’d never been kissed before. It was slow and deliberate, giving me enough and not enough at the same time. I could only think about wanting him, no other concern able to even begin to penetrate my mind.

“Leo, the car is ready.” A strangers voice interrupted our moment, making me sigh against Leo’s lips as we pulled apart. Leo smiled softly at me after we parted, his eyes combing over me and his thumb stroking my flushed cheek before looking towards his friend.

“Thanks, mate.” He nodded at him before holding his hand for me to take. “Come on, then.”

“Do I die tonight? Is that what the plan is?” I joked as he led me out the VIP exit to his completely blacked-out Jaguar F-Type, it’s shiny paint job catching my eye immediately. “Jesus! You own this?!”

“Hell no!” He exclaimed, his accent making his words sound funny. He opened the passenger door and attempted to help me into it, but I was by no means a smooth gal. In trying to squeeze into the tiny car, I hit my head against the doorframe. I immediately grabbed my forehead and let out a half-laugh, half-groan, watching as Leo’s face contorted to try and hold his laughter.

“Go ahead, laugh it up.” I squinted at him and shook my head, feigning disappointment at his amusement. Leo removed my palm from my forehead and brought his lips to the already red lump. I gave him a frown at the action, finding him much too good for me. “You’re unreal.”

“Why do ye’ say that?” He tilted his head and gave me a knee-weakening smile, his eyes dreamy as ever. I hated how much I was enjoying putting this stranger on a pedestal, but I couldn’t help it. He stepped straight out of a dream and who was I to not allow myself the luxury of adoring him?

“You’re just everything I’ve been looking for, and I’m finding it hard to believe you’re in front of me.” I confessed, making his soft smile grow wider, the dimples on his cheeks deepening as he felt touched my the heartwarming sentiment. “I hope that’s not weird to say to a man I met 6 hours ago.”

“No, I don’t think it’s weird. I feel like I’ve known ye’ for a while. I dunno what it is.” He gave me another tender look before sucking in a sharp breath and exhaling through his smile. “Okay, want to get out of here?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and climbed in successfully this time. I waited patiently as he walked around the car and climbed in beside me, giving me a flirty look as he started the car. I folded my hands on my lap and realized for the first time in a few hours how little I was wearing. Thankfully, we were in Brazil and it was 90 degrees even this late at night. I smiled to myself as he began to drive off into the night, rolling down the window and letting my head rest against the door. Leo looked over at me wistfully and placed his hand on my leg, my eyes closing for a moment to allow me to fully feel the moment.

“What brought ye’ to Brazil?” He asked over the rustling of the wind and cars passing by on the street.

“My friends were coming and kind of dragged me along, I guess.” I lifted my head and turned in my seat so I was facing him better. I studied his sharp bone structure as much as I could before he glanced over at me with a knowing smile.

“Ye’ don’t like to travel?” He asked, tone full of curiosity.

“No, I love to travel. I just don’t like the party scene mainly. And my friends love it. I thought it would be fun to get out and explore the city, but it’s been mostly clubs and drinking since we arrived.” I vented, watching as he kept his eyes on the road. My hand couldn’t help itself from resting on top of his as it laid on my leg. He adjusted his hand until it was holding mine and I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach.

“Ye’ sound like ye’ need different friends, then.” He advised, glancing over at me to judge my reaction. I simply just nodded and shrugged.

“I love them, differences and all. But I do think I need to stop coming along on these trips.” I chuckled and stared at our hands intertwined.

“But then ye’ wouldn’t have met me, and I wouldn’t have met ye’. That’s not a reality I want to be a part of.” I smiled to myself at his words, unaware that we’d already reached our location.

Leo pulled the car into his hotels valet, giving my hand a squeeze before letting go of it to put the car in park. He hopped out and I followed suit, unaware that he was coming around to open my door. He frowned as I stepped out of the car, and I immediately connected the dots, scolding myself for interrupting his chivalry.

“I’ll break ye’ of that habit before you know it.” He promised as he threw his arm over my shoulder and held me tight to his side as we walked up to the valet attendant. Leo gave him the keys and a generous tip before walking me inside the lobby.

I stared up at the marvelous hotel, convinced that I couldn’t even afford the mints sat at the concierges desk. He was deliberate in his route, not stopping long enough for anyone to catch a glimpse of him. I made a mental note to google him and find out his whole deal since he wanted to play coy about his obvious success.

“So do they include these hotels and cars into your pay? Or do you pay for all this?” I asked once we were alone in the elevator, both of us leaning against opposite walls so that we were staring at each other. He grinned at me and shook his head.

“They pay for all of it, and then they pay me too.” He looked smug, but it worked for him. “What do ye’ do for a living, hm?”

“Not this.” I replied as I lifted myself off the wall and began to walk to him, pressing my body against his. His hands left his pockets to hold my jaw, his eyes bouncing between my features as I stared up at him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Are we still talking about our jobs?” He asked in a low voice, his lips inching closer to mine. I shook my head slowly before giving in to him, our lips finding each other again. Leo’s hands moved down my body until they were holding my exposed waist tight to his body. My hands slid from his back down to the back pockets of his jeans, tucking them inside as we continued to kiss each other drunk. I hummed in appreciation as his hands lowered to the flesh of my behind, gripping it roughly. The elevator bell chimed and we split apart, wiping our mouths and straightening ourselves out as a group of elderly Brits hopped on. I stood close to Leo by the door, his floor approaching slowly. The two of us found it hard to stifle our giggles as we tried to keep straight faces, but it was no use.

"Honeymoon?" One of the old men spoke up in the quiet elevator, the two of us immediately releasing choked up bursts of laughter that sounded more like snorts. Not a moment too soon, the doors slid open and he practically dragged me out as he ran down the hall, both of us laughing breathlessly.

"Honeymoon?" I mocked as we stood in front of his door, Leo completely bent over with laughter.

"I had a hard on! I didn't even realize it until ten seconds into the fucking ride!" I gasped at his embarrassing confession, immediately joining his chuckles. We stood there like two mischievous children up past our bedtimes, chuckling without inhibition in the quiet hall for a moment before our earlier hunger for each other was brought back to the surface. The crinkles of his laughter on his cheeks began to fade, an adoring smile taking its place as I calmed my laughter into only a chuckle, swept up by his gaze. "I'm never going to meet anyone quite like ye' again."

"You could just keep the original around." I offered in a hopeful but hesitant manner, my eyes studying his as he continued to stare at me in peaceful silence.

"When are ye' heading home? Where is home?" He asked as he leaned against his still-locked door.

"We leave tomorrow, and I'm from ____." I finally ruined the little mystery left to me, desperate to make this once potential fling into something more.

"Tomorrow? That's shit." He frowned at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. I watched as he gathered the courage to ask me something, hoping with all my might that it would be an invitation to stay here with him. "I'm here for two more nights of gigs...and after that, I have a month-long residency in Vegas. Would ye' possibly like to join me there? I mean, ye' probably have work, so I get it--"

"No, I actually work from home, so I'm totally free to follow this handsome, funny, and sometimes a bit awkward DJ around the world." I gave him a playful smile and watched as he grinned ear-to-ear. "But enough talking about the future. I'm really interested in what's happening right now."

"What's happening right now?" He challenged playfully and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I stole the keycard out of his back pocket and held it in front of his face. "Talented, aren't ye'?"

"Take me inside and see just how much."

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six

Some sneak peeks for you. None for DTI, I'm going to hold off on that until Chapter 33 is out. Have a great week everyone!

Their Start - Tobias x Casey - Chapter 9

“That’s it!” Jackie yelled as she pulled the covers off of Casey. “You’ve been moping around long enough, and we’re all sick of it. Get up and get dressed, because we’re doing something about this.”

“Jackie! This is not the approach we agreed to take!” Sienna wailed.

“Are you guys seriously sitting around determining what I need to do! Because I need this bed and…”

“A shower,” Aurora injected. “You could really use a shower.”

“Yes!” Jackie nodded, “That’s what you need! Now get in there and take one, then we’re hooking you up.”

“For what! I’m not going anywhere.”

“Nope. Don’t have to,” Jackie smirked, “We’re hooking you up like the badass hottie you are, and then, we’re creating a Tinder profile for you. And don’t even try to say no.”

_____

“Sasha, answer the phone… answer the phone….”

“Mass Kenmore, this is Sasha Carlson sp….”

“SASHA! Code 911!”

“911? What’s up Ker.”

“Tobias found Casey’s Tinder profile online. He’s losing his freaking mind.”

“Oh, shit. Do you want me to go find him?”

“Girl, are you out of your freaking mind? NO! I want you to see if Kenmore has a bomb shelter, and then I want you to get in it and avoid that man like the plague.”

Sasha sighed. “You know the man’s an idiot, right? He’s going to do something really stupid and all this… growth… it’s going to be for naught.”

“Which is why I’m telling you… seek shelter.”

"Ah, shit. It's too late."

Their First Two Months - Ethan x Casey - Upcoming Chapters

Sienna was scowling at Casey and, considering how infrequently anyone saw Sienna scowl, Casey was caught off guard.

"Tell her, go ahead Casey... tell her!"

"Uhm, uh... Ma... I'm getting married."

"Casey, I know that dear. I don't understand?"

"Tell her when Casey, go ahead! Tell her when...."

"Uh, I'm scared and I've sort of forgotten?"

____

"Now, picking me as best man was probably the second smartest thing you've ever done. I'm going to give you Casey as number one, I can't deny that."

Ethan took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"I'm going to live to regret this, aren't I?"

"I mean, maybe... I'm just sitting here trying to figure out if I'm the best man, why the hell does she want to marry you?"

"It's official. I regret it."

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[hannigramficrecs]

hey, i was wondering if you have any recommendations where there's no nsfw involved? or very little nsfw? thank you!

There are a lot of non-NSFW fics, but here are a few recs!

Mise en Place by WrathoftheStag [words: 1,858]

What was the cooking staff thinking when that entire pre-dinner party scene went down between Hannibal and Will in Sorbet? Written from their POV. Pining and cooking.

Fondness And Weakness by Cinnamaldeide [words: 1,932]

It takes Will a while to notice Hannibal unexpectedly shares his fondness for animals.

Blankets, Coffee Cups, and Christmas Morning by sourweather [words: 6,352]

Hannibal wants to enjoy the domesticity. The love, the closeness, the being Known. But something about his life with Will makes him want to lash out.

The Mongoose Hunts The Snake by Chi-chi-chimaera [words: 8,095]

Will doing the string pulling and Hannibal only realizing it at that very last second… and can’t help but respect how clever it is.

Like You Hung the Moonshine by lovetincture [words: 1,331]

Will’s hiding out from an FBI party. Hannibal finds him. A little scene set early Season 1.

Sleeping in the Knife Drawer by emungere [words: 2,945]

Hannibal's an FBI agent. Will's a serial killer. He still has a lot of dogs and dislikes being sociable. Hannibal still wants to wind him up and watch him go.

Professor Graham’s Cheekbones Hotty & Extraordinary Foodie Husband by TheSilverQueen [words: 3,320]

Online classes due to the quarantine are how Professor Graham’s students learn that: 1) Professor Graham has a cute dog; 2) Professor Graham is married; and 3) Professor Graham’s husband is smoking hot.

Hanging Tree by ChuckleVoodoos [words: 12,950]

Will has often wondered sort of person his soulmate must be, to have cast such a sinister mark onto his skin. The larger the mark, the stronger the bond, the stronger the influence of the other partner. He thinks of the marks he’s seen—pastel flowers, shimmering butterflies, tender words of love and connection. He gets a twisted tree right out of Halloween Town.

Separately to a Wood by emungere [words: 13,891]

I want the AU where Hannibal just proposes to Will that morning in the motel room #and for some reason Will says ‘yes’

TKO by sidnihoudini [words: 16,906]

Molly deals with the aftermath.

This Match Made In Blood by TheSilverQueen [words: 3,680]

Hannibal needs a new secretary, because she was very rude. Will needs a new job, because his boss just turned up as the Chesapeake Ripper’s newest kill. It’s a match made in blood.

In Sickness and in Health by BonesAndScales [words: 67,450]

Everyone knows that Will and Hannibal are married. Not everyone knows that they are married to each other.

Homewrecker by teacupsandtime [words: 4,111]

An old acquaintance of Hannibal’s is in town and finds out he’s gotten married since they last saw each other. Later, she sees Hannibal and a scruffy stranger out at a dingy bar and assumes Hannibal is being unfaithful to his pristine, perfect husband.

You’re Not Subtle by orphan_account [words: 1,423]

Five times Will and Hannibal fool nobody, and the one time someone calls them out on it.

Professional Help by xzombiexkittenx [words: 1,969]

There’s a stranger in Hannibal Lecter’s house, peering out the window through the scope of an L115A3 bolt-action rifle.

Ma by murdergatsby [words: 1,440]

Will accidentally falls asleep on Hannibal’s couch.

Better the Devil by xzombiexkittenx [words: 1,515]

Missing scene from Digestivo. Alana, Margot, and Hannibal rescue Will and get Mason’s sperm.

Pushing Us Into Self-Destruction by IBegToDreamAndDiffer [words: 16,538]

Clarice Starling needs help with a case, so she pays a visit to Will Graham, who’s incarcerated in the Baltimore Sate Hospital with his partner.

Entertain Me by harleygirl2648 [words: 1,383]

Will is drunk and adorable, and Hannibal is so in love that it is gross.

Testify by lovetincture [words: 1,278]

Will testifies at Hannibal’s trial.

[heroofshield]

*slides you 30 credits* Can I hear more about Anna and James?

I will always talk about these two. @the-wip-project @ma-sulevin

--

What would you like to know?

They're a Lust-to-Love trope, once they get their shit sorted out.

James's favorite thing about Anna? The way she crinkles her nose when she  laughs. And how she looks with her hair piled on top of her head.

Anna's favorite thing about James? how he's buff but is soft inside. And how he always seems to be admiring her even if she has paint all over her.

James never shames Anna for being a stripper/working at a strip club post-Reaper War. He gets that it was a struggle to survive and she did what had to do.

Anna moved to Australia for a bit, to surf and changes her last name to Ellen's maiden name for a bit to distance herself from ‘Ryder’ and all it means.

They spend a good part of their relationship long-distance with James in Rio for N school and Anna in Australia or James in space on tour for most of the year and Anna on Earth. Private Vidcalls and messages help but when he's on Earth, they try not to waste a single moment. When he finally stays Earth-side they have to learn how to live together again, but become closer as a result.

James still has nightmares about Fhel Prime, and Anna always asks if there's anything she can do to help; sometimes he says yes, other times no, but they almost always end up on the couch falling asleep on top of each other.

When James graduates N School, Anna goes to the ceremony with a big ass hat to hide her face. So ofc everyone’s like ‘who’s with Normandy hottie James Vega’ but Anna was very good at hiding her face so no one could figure it out.

Anna can, will, and has roasted James for how much the media is obsessed with him.

When their relationship becomes public, James is on a tour but has Treynor check on Anna and the kiddos to make sure they’re okay.

As the Normandy2 is traveling back to Earth, James has a lot of free time on his hands as he starts going through the data they managed to pull from all the Cerberus outposts they hit during the war. Once they’re back on Earth and him and Anna run into each other, he eventually gives her the data on Cerberus’s AI research; to answer her question if Alec was really funded by them for his own AI research. She never looks at it though, because Anna realizes that in order to move forwards she has to let go of the past and stop letting it haunt her.

When they finally make it to one of Admiral Shepard’s parties, they bring the whole family and it’s An Outing but when Anna sees the kiddos playing with Grunt and how happy Shepard is with Kaidan and their kiddo, she’s just like ‘...jfc I’m so happy.’ James then brings up the idea of him transitioning into a teaching role at Rio Base so he can be around more and she’s over the moon.

I titled their series ‘Better Version of Me’ because that’s how James makes Anna feel, a better version of what she was before she met him.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 5

The Lip Sync Battle 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: Growing tensions between you and Chris overflow in the most musical of battles.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken silliness

Notes: Oh my fucking gosh, I fucking finished it! This part was a BEAST to write! It’s hella long so it’ll be in two posts. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.

“How about this one?”

“No, not neon enough!”

“Ok…” you hold up another top option, “this one?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Alright. This?“

“Uh—”

“Uggggghhhhh!!!” It’s been 45 minutes of trying to decide on an outfit and your patience is running thin. “I’m this close,” you put up a microscopic amount of space between your pointer finger and thumb, “THIS CLOSE to leaving in my pajamas. Don’t think I won’t do it!”

Your older sister, Lynn, laughs at your dramatics from her spot on the end of your bed in her guestroom. “Oooo won’t the paps love that! I just want to make sure you slay tonight! You never know what Hottie McDotties might be in there…”

You scoff, “I’m trying to be low key tonight and not draw any attention to myself. Tonight is not about me.” You look over to your sister who is distractedly sorting through the pile of clothes that’s accumulated on the bed. “Do you hear me?” 

“I hear what you're saying… I just don’t care. Now c’mon, let’s find you something sexy! I know we’re close!” You and Lynn turn back to your almost empty closet one last time. “What about that furry, hot pink thing?”

“Oh, you mean the jacket I impulse bought with the birthday boy?” You laugh thinking back to that day. It was the day you first met Scott before filming. We were only supposed to go out for lunch, and damn near bought out the whole plaza!

“Yeah, that one! That could be cute.”

“With my black, skin tight leather pants…”

“Your black, sheer and lacy corset top…”

“And the black knee highs to top it off!” You two say simultaneously making you giggle like school girls. You settle into a comfortable silence as you pull out the pieces of your outfit.

“I missed this— these moments with you, big sis. Laughing, being silly— “

“Talking about boys,” she finishes for you. You roll your eyes, but smile in agreement as Lynn continues. “Me too… god, why’d we both have to be successful?” she says mockingly, making you both laugh again. 

“Honestly, the real question is why'd you have to move to Boston?” You asked a lot less like an inquiring adult and more like a pouting toddler. 

It’s Lynn’s turn to roll her eyes as she sighs deeply. “You sound like dad.”  

“You’ve got some nerve,” she starts in a playful tone. “You’re literally the one who is never in one city for more than a day. You being here for these months is unprecedented.” It’s true; your touring schedule made it where you’d been any- and everywhere, except with family as of late.

“Now who sounds like dad.” 

“Sorry, but you opened yourself up for it!”

You huff out a sigh, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Lynn hopped up from the bed and headed for the door, “Uh-huh. I’m gonna warm up the car. Be down in 20.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“I wasn’t asking. I was instructing.”

“And I oop— she said she’s being a big sister tonight!” you laughed out as you turned around to start getting dressed, hair and makeup already done. Lynn began to leave the room, rolling her eyes at you not taking her seriously. 

Suddenly, you were met with a pillow to the back of your head. “What the hell!” The sound of your sister running down the hall and laughing maniacally fill the house. “Hey! Not the curls!” you yelled after her, closing the door.

Just then your phone vibrated with a FaceTime call. You went over to it on the dresser and tapped the screen to answer, the view fixed on the ceiling. The screen filled with a visibly excited Scott, his face a little red from excitement, face a little sweaty from dancing. There was music and loud chatter on his end. Shit! He’s already there! I’m late! “Heeelllooooo? Anybody there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you peek one eye into the frame, “I’m getting dressed. What’s up?”

“What’s up is that everybody is here, and you are not,” he tapped his camera for emphasis. 

“I’ll be there soon. Beauty takes time, ya know!” Each sarcastic word accented with a huff and jump to get in your tight pants. “Whew!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott’s eyes peered with genuine curiosity as he sipped a fruity drink.

“I already told you I’m getting dressed.”

“It takes all of that?”

“Listen, as the great philosopher Beyoncé once said, ‘if you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain!’ Ok?”

Scott laughed, “OK, yes ma’am!”

“So… who all is there?” Scott knows just what you're asking; if Chris is there. 

Chosing to play dumb and not give you defenitive answer, Scott asks. “Is there anybody in particular you’re looking forward to seeing?”

“More like who I’m not looking forward to seeing…” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You said for a quick cover, Scott giving you a knowing look. “You know I’m looking forward to seeing your ‘Ma’; I love that y’all call her that. It’s so New England!”

Scott chuckles, “She’s looking forward to seeing you too. She calls you her ‘lovely lunch buddy’.” Being close with Scott on set meant that you’d gotten to meet his mom. She’d taken a liking to you after joining you and Scott for lunch one day, and started joining you as often as she could.  

“Awwww, she’s too sweet! I’m gonna let you go now; I gotta finish getting cute for her.”

“Only her?” Scott said with a smirk. Please… Chris could kiss my a—

“Only her. I’ll see you later Scott, and happy birthday for the gazillionth time!”

“Thanks love, see you later!”

With one last fluff of your fro, pop of your lipstick, and once over in the mirror, and you felt ready. Collecting your phone and bag, you headed out for the night.

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“Sooo....” Lynn turned the down the music as she drove. “How do you feel about possibly seeing you-know-who tonight?” The eyeroll and groan that escaped you were almost involuntary. “What?! It wouldn’t be far fetched; it IS his brother’s birthday.”

“I know, but… do we have to talk about him? I just wanna have a good time tonight,” you whined, throwing your head back on your seat.

“You already know the answer to that.” You let out a long sigh. You hadn’t seen Chris since your game night tell-off a few weeks back, and as much as you tried to forget about him and how you lost your cool, not talking about it was starting to gnaw at you, especially knowing it was only a matter of time before you saw him again. “So, how are we feeling?”

“I…” you took a breath, “I can’t help but feel annoyed! Like, sure I ignored his apology attempts, but he’s the one that passed unfounded judgments on ME. How the hell does that make me a diva? God I hate that word! You know how that word just triggers me,” Lynn nods in response, letting you continue. “And you know what's the most annoying part of it all?”

‘What?”

“Mackie and Scott talk about him incessantly. How smart he is, how caring he is, how fun he is. I mean, I saw it, when we met in New York. But I haven't seen it since. We’re their friends, so I get what they're trying to do, but at some point, like, give it up. It’s obviously not working, nor will it ever.” You let out a sound of frustration, “I don’t know what to do. Do I keep it to myself for the sake of our mutual friendships, or—”

“Be the diva he thinks you are?” You know Lynn is joking, but that’s not a bad idea… I mean, he already thinks it of me, might as well have some fun with it…  Lynn looks over to see you mischievously smiling into the Boston night and she begins to fear for the idea she’s just given you. “Oh God,” she mutters.

You look at her with a goofy grin and shrug. “What?” you try to say innocently.

“C’mon! Don’t actually consider that! Look, you weren’t expecting to see him last time, and that’s probably why it didn’t go so well. But now that you are, you can show up as the composed, level-headed woman I know is somewhere in that thick, thick skull of yours.” You give her no indication that you’ll heed her advice and she can tell. “Fine, just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she half laughs out.

The car comes to a stop in front of the venue and you check the time. 30 minutes after the invitation time, not TOO bad. You arrived at Majesty’s, a unique, swanky lounge in a trendy area of Boston you’ve never been before. I’ll have to come back and explore sometime. You lean over to give your sister a quick hug, thanking her for dropping you off, then briskly make for the curbside entrance, needing to escape the nippy Boston air. 

Once inside, you’re warmed by neon lights that illuminate the otherwise dim room. To your right is a full-service bar with a plethora of drink options on the wall behind it. Tables staggered up the middle of the room lead to a medium sized dancefloor just before a stage. Velvet curtains hang at the back wall behind a neon sign of the venue's logo. The place is packed. It is Saturday night after all. Music and conversation buzz around you as you scan the room looking for your friends.

“Hi there!” a cheery hostess approaches, her face beat to the gods, making you wish you’d opted for more makeup yourself. “Here with Scott Evans’ party?”

“Yeah! How’d you know?” She gives you a weird look, as if to say, ‘you're joking, right?’. It dawns on you that she knows who you are, hence why she knows who you’re here to see.

“Right…” It’ll be awhile before I get used to people recognizing me.

“HeeeEEeey!! There she is!” You hear Mackie’s voice but aren’t sure where it’s coming from. The hostess points up to a balcony where Mackie is hanging over the railing, flailing his arms to get your attention. 

The hostess escorts you to your party, leading you through the tables on the main floor. The walk there is spent with her talking about how “tonight is like the Oscars” because she’s “never seen so many big stars in one place” but she assures you she “isn’t a creepy fan” and that there’s a no recording policy for guests’ privacy. You smile and nod politely, but you’re not fully listening to her. You’re too in your head wondering if one of those “big stars” is Chris. You’re led up a staircase near the dancefloor that takes you to a roped off VIP balcony area where you can overlook the entire venue.

You give hello’s to the people in the section; some you know from set, but most are Scott’s longtime friends you’ve never met. Feeling a bit shy, you look for a familiar face when Mackie pulls you into a bear hug. “How ya doing, Kid? I’m glad you came out tonight!” You could be reading too far into it, but it feels like he means ‘glad you came despite the possibility Chris will be here.’ You suppress your urge to give a look of disdain and just smile and avert your gaze around the section. You notice that Chris isn’t there, or at least not yet, and you’re not sure if that makes you uneasy or not. Relax girl.

You still haven’t decided on what your disposition towards Chris will be tonight, but needed to choose quickly to get in the right headspace. Before you could process what was happening, you were whisked up into a hug by Lisa. Shit. I can’t be salty to him with his mother here. She’s so sweet. Ugh, guess it’s decided.

“How’s my lovely lunch buddy doing?” she asks with a genuine smile and kind eyes. 

You chuckle at the title she’s given you. “I’m doing great! How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here! Now we can get this party started!” She does a “raise the roof” motion with her hands as she bobs her head causing you to raise your brows. It would be a sure way to embarrass her children, but just makes you laugh. “I should stop before the birthday boy kicks me out,” she laughs out.

“Where is Scott by the way?”

“Oh, he should be around here somewhere...” she scans the section, squinting her eyes with her index finger tapping her upper lip. “There he is!” she points to a corner on the other side. You follow her finger to see a glittery Scott, adorned in a birthday hat and sash. He’s in conversation with a brown-haired woman, the pair laughing and slapping their knees.

As you approach, you notice someone else on the velvet cushion with them, but not at all in the conversation. Sat next to them is Chris, eyes fixed on you, expression blank. It was a matter of time. You tense up, clenching your jaw and holding his gaze.

When you reach them, you embrace Scott. “You look great!” he compliments your outfit and you give a couple poses to show it off.

“Thanks, it’s just a lil somethin’, somethin’ I threw together! Remember this jacket?”

“Yeah! You blew, what? Like, eight hun—”

“Shhh…” you stop him before he could blow up your spot, “Let’s not talk about it. Not the best show of my judgement.” Everyone laughs, except Chris who just scoffs and shakes his head unamused, making your laughter dissipate. 

“We all have those moments of weakness. Hi, I’m Shanna,” she greets with a handshake.

“Yes, she is my youngest, and this is my other son Chris. Chris honey, this is—“

“We’ve met, Ma,” he offers a fake but polite smile, one you just know he wouldn’t have if his mother wasn’t right there.

“Oh, really? When?” There’s a beat of silence that’s only uncomfortable for you and Chris as you both go through your brief, sordid history silently.

“At an industry thing not too long ago,” you offer, not meeting Chris’ eyes.

“Of course, I often forget that that world is even smaller than the real world,” Lisa chuckles. “I hope he was on his best behavior!” Chris looks up at you in panic, a look that says you wouldn’t rat me out to my mom, would you? You know she’s only joking, but the opportunity is too good to pass up on.

“Well, actually,’ you turn to Lisa as she looks at you quizzically, “He’s quite the rascal on the dancefloor; get a couple of Stella’s in him, could out dance the Rockettes!” the group laughs heartily, clearly knowing the truth of your words. Chris laughs nervously but is slightly relieved you didn’t reveal the truth of his behavior towards you since you two met. “But he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman,” you say, looking at Chris with a facetious smile. He’s clenching his teeth into a pained smile himself.

“Really?” Scott says, ready to call you on your BS, “‘cos game night was kinda… intense. Or am I remembering it wrong?”

“Well, a little trash talk never hurt anybody,” Chris states while sipping his drink. And just like that, a silent pact was made between the two of you; to be cordial for the sake of all involved. Maybe there’s no need for the diva disposition after all…

“Right…” Scott is unconvinced, but is too in party mode to press on. Turning to you now, Scott asks, “How’s the soundtrack stuff coming along?”

“So great! I actually just got the final mix for the song I did with Miguel in New York, and I gotta say, it smells like a hit!”

“Oooo! And I bet it is! You’re literally a hit machine, am I right?” Shanna hits Chris’ arm seeking endorsement from him. He just raises his brows and shrugs as if to say, ‘yeah, sure, whatever’.

Scott isn’t amused by his brother’s disinterest. “Oh, don’t act so unimpressed! She’s literally an award-winning artist! Just the other day, you were literally—”

“Ok, Scott, that’s.... sheesh,” Chris interrupts what sounds like would’ve been a great story. “It’s not that, just that I don’t believe in creating to get awards; I believe you should create for the love of it.”

“I agree,” you chime in. “Even though I put my art out into the world for consumption, it doesn’t make or break me if others applaud it or not. What’s most important is that I do.”

“But you gotta admit it feels good,” Shanna taunts with a grin.

“Sure... but, I don't know… I love what I do so much, I'd do it even  if no one gave a damn. Hell, I have for years! Only recently the recognition started rolling in. And, not to sound self-loathing or anything, but it’s been… a challenge dealing with it all. I kinda miss the days when nobody knew my name.”

Lisa nudges Chris with her elbow, “She sounds like you.” He was thinking the same thing. “How’s filming going? You guys are on Harvard campus, right?”

“Mostly, yeah. It’s kinda funny being back at a college. I kinda forgot what it was like, but memories of those years have just been flooding back.”

“All those fond memories of studying coming back to ya, huh?” Chris digs. Walked into that one. 

Before you could form a petty rebuttal, Mackie called Chris over. Soon after, Shanna and Lisa excuse themselves, leaving you and Scott in the corner. 

Scott checked his phone for the time, “Ooo it’s almost time for my performance!”

“Performance?”

“Yeah there’s lip syncing!”

“Lip syncing? Not karaoke?”

“I asked that too. Apparently the owner was tired of hearing drunk people screech and butcher songs.”

“Understandable. What are you gonna perform?”

“I’m thinking ‘Birthday’ by Selena Gomez, but then there’s also ‘Birthday’ by Katy Perry, so I’m torn.”

“Both great choices! And I’m fully prepared to join you for either, do a little back up, whatever you need.”

“Uh-uh, nope.”

“Whaa— why not?” you put your hands on your hips.

“Because you’re a professional performer. You will get up there and literally intimidate anyone else from giving it a try and having some fun.” A pout was all you could muster as a response. “Oh don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true. Take a backseat tonight, ok?”

“Fine, whatever.” It wasn’t fine, but you did want to keep a low profile tonight. Performing would be the exact opposite of that.

“Thanks, love!” Scott gave you a hug, which you didn’t reciprocate out of feigned annoyance. “So, what the hell was that? With you and Chris?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, hoping he’d drop it.

“Well, I know that you two had some... words, and you’re not super fond of him even though you won’t say it out loud, and—” he paused to collect his confusion. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. Tonight isn’t about you two acting hella weird towards each other. Tonight is about my favorite people coming together and enjoying being around each other. Even if they’re faking it.”

“Yes, exactly!” relieved you don’t have to talk about it any further.

“Wanna know something?” You slightly raise your brows. “The other day, I caught Chris not just listening, but dancing to your music. I mean full on rocking out to it!” Scott laughs.

Your face heats up at the thought, but you play it off like you don’t care. “So?”

“So, you’ve obviously been on his mind. And if I know my brother, I think he wants to make things right but doesn’t know how. He may just be nervous.” You just sigh and look over to Chris and Mackie across the way, roughhousing one another and laughing. If he was nervous, it’s not like you made it any easier with your actions toward him. “He’s a good man. Silly, and sometimes stupid, but good nonetheless.” Maybe we did just get off on the wrong foot…

Some of Scott’s other friends pull him into conversation, and you make your way to the bar to get some libations to sort out your thoughts.

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“And that’s when I said ‘Sis, what are you doing?’” The group crowded around drinks laughed at Jaden’s story from set, something about how you got stuck under some bleachers or something. Chris wasn’t listening. He’d long tuned out the cringey storyteller. Instead, his attention was with where you were with his mother across the way, deep in conversation. 

You sat with your legs crossed, hands moving around animatedly. Chris looks you up from the heels of your knee highs, to your shiny leather clad thighs, your lacy corset that leaves just enough to the imagination and shows off your collar bone, any man’s subconscious weakness. Goddamn.

“Careful of those wandering eyes,” Chris turned to see Mackie handing him one of the two beers in his hands.

“I don’t remember asking for this.”

“It’s to quench your obvious thirst.” Mackie motions his head in the direction Chris had been staring for the past 15 minutes; in your direction.

Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m not ‘thirsting’ over her,” he takes a sip of the drink, “and I think you’ve been hanging out with those kids on set a little too much.”

“Maybe,” Mackie chuckles, taking a sip himself, “but you know I’m not wrong.”

“She’s not even my type.”

“‘Your type?’ Since when do you have a type?”

“I have a type,” Chris tries to defend himself. “Kind, humorous, humble…”

“She’s literally all of those things!” Chris just offers him a side-eye in response. “Look, I don’t know what happened between New York and now—”

“Cos nothing really happened! So what, we had a good time when we hung out once. Means nothing. Not to me, and obviously not to her.”

“You couldn’t be further from the truth my man.” Chris looks from Mackie to you. “She’ll surprise you if you let her.” I hoped she would.

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“Ladies and gentleman!” A loud voice, booms from the PA system, commanding everyone’s attention. You, Lisa, and everyone in your section approach the railing to look down to the stage where a spotlight had been cast on the speaker. “Here at Majesty’s, we don’t karaoke. We don’t want to hear you drunk motherfuckers screech!” The crowd erupts in laughter, but you look over to Lisa to see if the language offended her. She doesn’t seem to mind as she’s laughing along with ever else.

“At Majesty’s,” the speaker walks around dramatically motioning their hands like a magician's assistant, “We perform, we put on a show, we lip sync like you’ve never seen before!” There’s a chorus of claps, cheers, and ‘yass queen’s. 

“We have a special birthday performance by the birthday boy himself! Everybody give it up for Scott Evans!!!” Your section filled with Scott’s friends and family go crazy cheering him on. I wonder what song he decided on. 

Come and put cha name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, ya name

Don't chu wanna put ya name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, bay-bay-bay-bay-uh

“Oh my goodness! He would!” Scott surprised everyone with ‘Birthday Cake’ by Rihanna, and you have to say, he did it justice. Ansel and Jaden are his back up, twerking and being silly hype men. You look around to see everyone in hysterics and cheering, enjoying the clownery and having a good time. 

In your scan of the section, you notice Chris standing beside you. You admire his profile; the way his eyes scrunch up when he smiles genuinely, the lucious length of his lashes, the sharp angle of his nose, the slack of his jaw when he brings his beer to his plump lips. Before he poured the liquid in his mouth, he looked at you from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking up around the neck of the bottle. You whip your head back to the stage below, kicking yourself for getting caught. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but his cheeks take on a slight rosy hue.

When Scott’s performance is over, everyone cheers and claps for the guest of honor, who takes his center stage bow and makes his way back to the section.

You and Chris look at one another, both of you mid smile, gazing at each other. Your smiles fade and you clear your throat, readying yourself to speak, although unsure of what to say.

“That was...”

“Yeah, it was…”

“Cool…”

“Entertaining even…”

“Uh huh.”

“Yep.”

You both stand there awkwardly. You’re looking everywhere but at Chris, while Chris is rocking back and forth on his heels, swinging his hands in front then behind himself.

“What a riveting conversation we’re having,” you joke, hoping to loosen up the tension.

It seems to work because Chris breathes out a light laugh before testing some humor himself. “Going better than our last conversation, that’s for sure.” He peeks at your expression tentatively to see if the joke landed, and it seems so by the small smile you offer him.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right,” is all you could think to say. A lull enters your exchange again, but this time it feels a little less rigid, but still not comfortable or cozy. You both have the same idea to interrupt the quiet with a start of a sentence, then share a laugh for simultaneously speaking.

“Ladies first,” he says.

“No, you can. I don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Well, if we were thinking the same thing, you were probably gonna start with ‘I’m sorry…’,” he punctuated with a smile. 

You, however, are not smiling. Your face is contorted in complete confusion. “What exactly should I be apologizing for?”

Now Chris is confused. Your face and your tone say that you are serious. He’s searching your face for any sign of humor, and when he doesn’t find any, says, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe for acting all high and mighty like you’re too good for a peace offering?”

“There wouldn’t need to be a peace offering if you weren’t judgemental in the first place!”

“Maybe, but my judgments weren’t wrong. You parade around like you’re queen of everything!” You glare at him as he continues his tangent.  “‘OOooooOoO look at me, I’ve won a bunch of statues for my poppy-pop songs and spend my money on fufu jackets, but also don’t look at me cos I’m kinda awkward and might turn to putty at any given second.’” He mocks you in a high pitched, “woman” voice. 

You scoff at his foolery and to feel enraged by his stupidly silly drunken display. “First of all, I do not talk like that!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“And secondly, I’m not about to apologize for being proud of my accomplishments that I worked really fucking hard to achieve. I’m not afraid to clap for my damn self. We can’t all be overly-humble and self deprecating and blessed with the ability to be great with everybody. I refuse to shrink myself for anyone any longer!”

‘Any longer’? What’s she mean by that? Chris’ expression softens, as does yours. You’ve realized that you've once again been brought out your box, by a practical stranger no less. The two of you share similar expressions; anger tinged with a bit of hurt. Before either of you could say anything else, not that either of you wanted to, a commotion coming toward the two of you takes your attention away from the heated moment.

Scott is making his rounds through the section, receiving celebratory high fives, kisses, and smacks on the ass. “That was incredible dear!” Lisa punctuated with kisses all over her his face, causing you to laugh at the affection she showed her grown son.

“Ok, ok, thanks Ma!” Scott said, removing his mother’s hands from either side of her face. As he proceeded to wipe off the lipstick from his face, he turned to Chris. “Bro, are you gonna go up there?”

“Nah, just gonna hang back tonight,” Chris says, sounding defeated.

“What? Why? You love karaoke!”

“This isn’t karaoke. Besides, I’m not really feeling it tonight.” That sounds a lot like what you told him as an excuse to leave the game night. You felt like he was baiting you. To bite or not to bite? That is the question. After some intense and uncomfortable pouting from Scott, Chris caved. “Maybe, and that’s a hard maybe!” Chris slurred and gesticulated as he said so.

Satisfied and then distracted, Scott wandered off to his other party guests, his mother following closely behind him. You, however, feeling particularly petty, were not satisfied with his answer. “Too cool for this, are you?” You instigate.

Chris scoffs and swigs his beer, eyes fixed ahead. “Why don’t you go up there? You’re supposedly a big shot rockstar,” you roll your eyes at the title, “and I’ve yet to see what you can do.” A lie, but only he knows that.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I would, but I’ve been told I can’t because I’m a ‘professional’ and will ‘intimidate’ others from having fun, so, whatever…” you say, mocking Scott’s request.

“Yep… sounds about right.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” The liquor made you bold, but Chris barely bats an eye at your brutish behavior. He only winks and walks away. You find yourself trying to manage the butterflies that arise at his slight act, the fluttering cutting through your irritation. What the hell body! We’re not supposed to feel this way towards him!

As you watch Chris disappear down the stairs, there’s a hand on your shoulder that you harshly shrug out of. You turn around to face the offender, but soften at the confused face you meet. “Oh, Lisa. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to. Not unless you’ve got eyes in the back of your head,” she chuckles. “Are you ok, darling? You look… pissed.”

You lightly laugh, “Yeah… no… I mean yes, I’m fine.”

Lisa looks at you with an eyebrow raised, unconvinced. “Uh huh… I won’t push only because it’s a party, but I want you to know you can tell me anything that troubles you.” Even if it’s your son? You nod, knowing she’s sincere. “So, Scott said that you all are free on Monday.”

“Yep, first full free day in a while!”

“Great! Well, I wanted to invite you to the art museum with me on Monday. There’s a new exhibit opening up and seniors and friends get a special viewing. What do ya say?”

“Aw, I’d love to, Lisa! What’s the—“

“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals! May I have your attention again!” Everyone returns to the railing to look at the host on the stage downstairs. “Our next performer is somewhat unsuspecting, however, a Boston boy through and through. Says he’s a huge fan of the Patriots,” there’s some “woops” for the home team, “and a big fan of singing some Billy Joel…”

“No, he’s not!” you look at Lisa confusedly, as she covers her mouth.

“Who’s not?”

“…and goes by the name of ‘Sassy Cevans’…” the host continues.

“Oh yes he is!” Scott says from your left, inexplicably giddy.

“WHO IS?!” Your question has yet to be answered as the song's guitar riff ripples through the venue. The performer explodes onto the stage, back to the crowd, air strumming along. They turn around as the first lyrics come in and your question is answered, but now you have so, so many more. What in the hell??

Part 5 cont.

[janexeu]

     though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JANE MÁRQUEZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SIX year old DEMIGOD ELEMENTARY EDUCATION MAJOR from NEW ORLEANS, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite SACRIFICIAL & STUBBORN.

( she’s b-b-b-back on her bs : katya ! tis uhm ,,,, a lil bit of a chonk of an intro but ill try 2 b cute w it. any time u wanna yeet jus peep the gif again & forgive me bc Look At Her ! )

POWERS ( more info here )

hypnokinesis  — p much made her a glorified babysitter w lynch-esque wacko dreams. it got stronger naturally as she got older, but jus w herself n eventually the ppl shes real close w. its also gotten a lot better since comin to eonia 

seeing gods in dreams  — she doesnt hang out w em every fridays at tgifs but like ,,, if she had Pertinent Questions she cud smhw make it happen. found out abt her being a demigod at age 10 when she met hypnos

memory retrieval — shes got great memry of her own but bc she knows it can help w grief n all that, shes been learnin in eonia how to do it 4 others if they mayb wanted it

BIO POINTS 

her single ma died during childbirth so jane's been in the foster care system since 5ever. attempts at reunification nvr worked out but thankfully she got real lucky w her group home and foster families. twas stable enough to not emotionally scar her even further but the instability of it all was fosho a big ol’ lot and has influenced her rigidness in sum aspects of her life

she lived p much as a mortal even tho her powers r a lil freaky. never went to camp but it worked out bc all her abilities r internal and cannot be Perceived by others. she had a talk w hypnos abt what 2 do n he mentioned camps but also gave sum monster avoidance tips ( like rarely use ur powers, maybe learn self defense, yada yada ) n she jus ,,, did that so she cud continue livin real normal w the mortals. logistics of camp stressed her out esp bc shes livin w non-family n stuff yk it was All Too Much, miss her w the added demigod stress tyvm

got married at 23 to her childhood sweetums luis, but he ,,, died abt a yr later fr a car accident. coma for 2 weeks n jane p much slept the entire time in his hospital room, visitin his dreams n talkin to him. twas a life support sitch so they eventually decided to pull da plug whch was real sad but like she's processed it 2 da best of her abilities. her powers helped a lot in the coping too n she visits memories of him in her dreams smtms when it gets real sad then shes ok again bc life goes on n life is pretty uwu

bc of her bg round kids of all kinds, shes always been passionate abt em. always takin babysittin/tutor gigs and went to community college so she cud teach n then worked as an elem teacher. only started considerin goin 2 eonia 4 postgrad when she had a student who showed signs n strugglez of bein a demigod. she eventually got to talk to their godly parent 2 confirm n she was shocked pikachu meme, real concerned for all those youngins who hav no clue what to do ! or how to cope ! bc they cant facetime w the olympians lyk she can ! so cue her discussin eonia w luis a lot then a year after the accident, broke out the pro-con list again. took abt *checks watch* another yr til she finally decided to zoom 2 athens but then whoosh she did !

PERSONALITY

yearning ? idk her — shes can be a bit of a take it as is typa chick. can be a lil literal jsksj not dumb but like ,,, def doesnt read into things enuff to pine n long n year yk. some things might def fly over her head. she says Yes To Serotonin in this house. she dk the the mitskis n the sikens n the carsons ; its all mary oliver up in this joint. we just tryna luv life n be grateful folkz

le freak, say chic ! — control freak, that is. growin up in an unstable envi meant shed cling 2 stability n independence, wrvr she cud get it. so when it comes 2 the way she does things, she can be real a heel digger. also bc she has 2 deal w kids yk so it can b A Lot n shes v stern lyk dat. ofc she wont infantilize the eonians .,,,. or will she ? big sis vibes outta control. she means well tho always always means well. itll also b v hard to get her 2 giv up on sum1 bc life ? she luvs it n knows u can too

changes by david bowie — is decidedly skipped on the playlist. she doesnt like change !!! i mean she knows its inevitable but still not entire unavoidable. ever since she got out of the system, shes had a partner n her own way of doing things n its been workin out so why change it yk ? she says time may change me but jokes on u i can sorta trace time 

rip but im different — this goes out to all em whores in this house. she respectz ur hustle but like ,,,, not her thang. girl doesnt even get drunk when she drinks bc she doesnt rlly drink sksjsk doesnt like the taste of it, big baby ! but like she's Lived, its more like. ok tried it, not for me. thanks tho. also for all the meanies in the house, y’all perplex her. shes empathetic n wont show the judgement but smtms shes lowkey lyk .,., ur how old n u had all this goin 4 u n ur still so rotten ? how u actin like a 7yo w a trantrum ? scratch head, make it make sense

at least u tried — dad jokes, bad puns, tries to be big jokester but isn't funny. she's pretty tho so she gets away with it. idk wht else 2 say ur honor. shes the type thatll embarrass u w affection

well that was Awkward — probably sum1 abt her if  they see her actin a Fool bc shes in a foreign sitch or topic. when shes a fish outta water then she can be so ! easily ! flustered ! which is p much her in eonia. shes not new new but theres way 2 much godly shennanigans for her to wrap her head ‘round n sis has never gone to camp so its ice bucket challenge level shock from time to time still w da magics n lore

til death do us part — yknow when death cab for cutie said i knew that u wer a truth i wud rather lose than 2 hav nvr lain beside at all ? how abt when they wrecked me by rudely sayin love is watching sum1 die ? yes ? no ? nywy thats jane 4 ya. if she loves then shes in and if shes in then she is all in, luke danes stylez

was that a vivid enough picture or did i just word vom the same things agen n agen sjksjs jus know shes cute n sweet if a lil frustrating n annoying bc shes stubbornpants mcgee. may or may not have a slight compulsion to help fix other ppl ..,,.. someone set her str8 n tell her fix u by coldplay isnt it !!!  

OTHER INFO 

5′9″ born 4 october 1994, virgo sun n moon

not a freshie ! idk how long her program is but like ,,, lets ignore that 4 now ok jus kno that she been here a while

yogi & boxing enthusiast back at home. hc her mans got real into the martial arts w her when hypnos told her she gotta learn how 2 defend so that was one of their things : bonding by workouts so jane cud protecc herself if need be

her maiden name’s jane fulton. got her mommas surname but the name jane ? thats some jane doe bs some rando picked out for her which she hated at first but then seeing tarzan made her go hmmm, ok bet !

lgbtq+ alliance president ! identifies as pan

she met her late hubbie when they were abt 7ish, real friends 2 lovers cuteness. jane was there for him throughout his entire coming out & transition ergo her passion for the community esp queer kids bc she was That Cis Ally for her mans. wears her ring as a real lowkey necklace now

shes also real passionate abt sleep. will ask u how did u sleep last night p much every day u see her bc ppl spend like half their lives asleep catherine ofc shes gonna ask

her fave thing abt eonia ?  the whole siblings bit. shes had 2 make do w what she got n build a family from scratch so this ? she luvs it a lot let her give u kithes hypnos babies

shes p well versed in the greek thingies but only thru the knowledge mortals gets + dream info. after her realizin who she is, all things ancient greek jus sorta became her niche interest ykwim ? shes not like Super Learned abt it more like ,,, ok i gotta at least make Sum sense outta all this, gotta learn what i can. imagin how embarrassin it wud b 2 see a god in ur dream n then go : sorry to this man. nope. not jane, not her, nuh-uh 

luv languages : words, acts of service, physical touch !

useless hcs but she loves disney sfm ok. smtms dresses up as princess tiana for bday parties n shit bc shell do nythin 2 put a smile on the kids n babs faces

ya like jazz ? bc jane surely does ! adores motown & 60s music. nina simone owns her. no one drag peggy lee from 101 dalmatians ! not an important hc but i jus wanted to quote my bubble butt winged bee lover barry

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

children ! infants ! babies !

demigods that make her scratch head damn u live like this ? but also wud knife emoji to protect n care for. shes not the oldest on campus but shes been livin independently p much her entire life so she finks shes got a tight grasp on the myth that is Adulting  

srsly tho the Big Sis vibes is off the charts w this one. shell perserve u dumdums

baddie influencies !

convince her 2 get drunk at a party ! bc she never does. convince her to maybe try drugs ! or go hook up ! do smths impulsive idk jus smth new !

gl tho bc shes not rlly ,,, easily influenced But she can b reasoned w ! in general i fink its just gonna be a fun dynamic if y/m knows how to coax sum wildness outta her or w/e bc thotty yummy theyre hotty yolo rzning jus wont do w this gal. will most likely get argumentative like a big ol momma hen but if u win then ur winning big

Sleep Now or forever hold ur peace !

idk sum1 she helps w their messy sleep ? shes def not super public w it, surely knows her other siblings r Better at it but if  y’all are close, she probs enjoys doin it 4 ya. she runs her hair thru fingers a lot when she does it. like a lot a lot unless u tell her to get lost

lover boi, lover gorl, lover enby !

she can be a lil traditional when it comes to how she views rels. she wants all that meetcute courting bs ! no gender roles tho n u best be sure shes not constantly comparin w her late hubbie ,,, but she jus wants smth magical n 2 be wooed again yk ?

so yea ,,, crushers mayhaps ? sum1 who is tryin 2 woo her ? sum1 she had a meetcute w and now janes got lowkey heart eyes for em ? idk lotsa possiblities but pls keep in mind she is not good at the flirtings so hav mercy on her 

eonia tour guide !

or jus friends who like ,,, constnatly fill her in w all the godly stuff n whatnot. years of not goin 2 camps mean u miss out on a lot ! explore ruins w her n get her info her mortal educ didnt make her privy 2 yk 

head real empty atm i will think of sum n let y’all know when i do, but give us all the conekshunz. friends, enemies, the usual bit, lgbtq alliance peeps, lmk whats up whats done whats cookin we want it all

( shes p much a new muse n da result of me tryna bring in an emotionally healthy kid to this sad sad university. janes in a v good well-adjusted place rn n is my therapy muse bc that other bitch m** is a messy handful. but wbk life aint linear so mayhaps shit’ll hit da fan or one of y/m will ruin her lmfao press f pls ! but also color me eyes emoji bc we love to see it )

[tsarisfanfiction]

Flood

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: Teen Genre: Adventure/Angst Characters: Scout, Medic, Engineer

A storm has left the canyon at Double Cross a raging torrent, but the Announcer decides to proceed with the mission nonetheless. Character study turned story.

Scout glared out at the sun as it dared to peak out from behind the storm clouds. He liked the storm, thank you very much, and the ceasefire that it had brought on. Now, however, he realised that they're have to go out onto the battle field, to be killed multiple times in varying ways – from a quick headshot to a slow and painful burning – all for the sake of money, and a rivalry that never showed any signs of ending. Not that he was complaining about the money, mind you. All except the very basics that he required to live on was sent to his Ma back in Boston, to keep her and his numerous brothers afloat. When he was younger, he'd never imagined that he'd become the main breadwinner in the household. Most of his brothers had failed to find themselves jobs, mainly due to their criminal records. Scout himself would be in the same boat, if he had not been approached, after a particularly nasty gang fight that had left most of the opposing gang dead or incapacitated, by Miss Pauling – such a hottie – and given an offer that he just couldn't refuse. Regardless of what his teammates thought, he was not stupid. He knew that with his childhood the best future he could hope for was life imprisonment so when he was offered the chance to become immortal (only during battles) and fight for a living he knew that it was more than he deserved. Especially when he signed the contract and saw how much he was to be paid. He thought it excessive, although he was careful not to mention this to his employers in case they decided that he could do with a pay cut, until he started. After the first day, he realised that 'immortal' had not meant what he'd expected, after several trips through respawn. After experiencing death so many times, and in so many ways, he understood why they were being paid so much. His Ma didn't agree with his job, but she realised, like him, that it was more than he or any of his brothers could ever have hoped to earn, and so long as he came home in one piece at Christmas she had no reason to pull him out. Not that she could, what with the contract he had signed, but she didn't know what the exact contents of that was. And he had no intention of telling her that it was for the rest of his life. Which would be until his speed – which was what had prompted Miss Pauling to approach him in the first place – lessened until it was no longer his advantage. At that point, he knew, he would no longer be useful to them and more likely than not would be terminated. He'd never been expressively told that, but the implications were there and, as already stated, he wasn't as stupid as most people thought.

He surfaced from his reverie when the rain stopped, water droplets no longer falling on him. Not that it mattered – he'd been out there so long he was soaked to the bone. He turned his back on the sun and re-entered the building, avoiding the other mercs as he headed straight for his room to dry off. Medic was good, but none of his equipment was suitable for curing colds, or even hypothermia. All that would happen would be that he was confined to the medbay and having to sleep with one eye open in case the insane doctor decided to use him as a test subject for one of his weird experiments. It had happened before, and Scout was not willing to go through it again. So with this motivation he threw off his dripping clothes and had a quick, hot, shower in his private en-suite (thank God for that – he hated showering with other people around) before pulling on his uniform and grabbing his faithful bat before leaving the room to locate his teammates. As he entered the communal area to find it empty he heard the Announcer.

"Battle begins in 60 seconds."

That explained where everyone had gone, but why was he the only one to have not known in advance, he wondered as he put his greatest asset to use as he sprinted to the respawn room. For his teammates' sakes, he hoped they were already there. He'd make it in time, because of his speed, but none of the others would, and tardiness was not accepted in this line of work. It got you killed. Permanently. He skidded into the room as the Announcer proclaimed that they had 30 seconds remaining, and noted that he was, indeed, the last to arrive. Soldier drew breath to shout at him but Demo got there first.

"Where ye been, lad? Didny'a hear her earlier?" Scout shook his head and grabbed his headset from its place in his locker, jamming it on over his hat.

"10…" Scout tuned out the countdown as he crouched by the balcony, ready to jump to the floor below. They were at Double Cross, and as such was guaranteed to be a 'Capture the intel before they get ours' mission. The countdown ended and he propelled himself off the balcony, ready to sprint for the intel. He faltered slightly when he realised that he had landed in about an inches' worth of water. That made things harder, although at least the enemy Pyro was not such a threat. Out the doors he ran and out onto the narrow bridge. Immediately he had to dodge as an arrow came whistling towards him, courtesy of the opposing Sniper. Adrenaline took over, as it always did and he wove his way to the opposing base. He made it to the room that housed the intel with little problem – and knew that his counterpart would have done the same (it was easy for someone of their speed to reach the opposing base with no injury at Double Cross) – before slowing and assessing the surroundings. The Engineer was bound to have set up sentries to protect the intel – he knew Engie had done so – and he took a quick stock of their positions before darting in and grabbing the briefcase. Escaping also went without a hitch – he ran rings around the lone sentry, noting a lack of the Engineer, before darting back out, now slightly slower due to the case on his back. And that was when it all started to go wrong. First he was met by the Pyro, but as he'd already surmised they were useless in the flood and so easily went down from one blast of his scattergun without causing any damage to him. Next was an Über-charged Heavy and his accompanying Medic. Scout cursed, then jumped to the other side of the sand piles to dodge the roaring minigun as he continued his mad dash back to base. Just as he was about to reach relative safety an arrow struck his leg. The Sniper had got a lucky strike. His leg buckled and he fell off the bridge and down onto the railtracks beneath it. Ordinarily, this would not have been a problem, but with all the rain there was a healthy flood down there. The water behind him gained a red tinge as he bled and he knew that he had to get out of there. Especially when he heard an ominous rumble of thunder. Surrounded by water as he was, one lightning strike in the vicinity and he was toast. The heavens re-opened and Scout was hit by a sudden deluge of water. In a panic, he realised that with his injured leg and the heavy briefcase, he had no hope of swimming against the current that was slowly but surely pushing him away from Double Cross. The ice-cold water, helped by his wound, sapped at his strength just as efficiently as a Spy could sap a sentry. He entertained the thought of suicide, just to get back to respawn – the intel could wait; it would reappear in the base soon enough for him to reclaim – when he realised that he was likely outside the respawn barrier. If he died, he'd die. With this realisation he did the only thing he could think of. Reaching for his mic, he brought it as close to his face as he could and called for help. Predictably, Medic was the one that replied, asking where he was and how bad his injuries were – assessing if respawn was the better option, no doubt.

"Fell off the bridge," Scout gasped. "Sniper got me in the leg. Water's pushing me away. Think I'm outside respawn. Got the intel." Panic and the cold forced him to speak in short sentences as he gasped for air, watching the water tumbling down the sides of the canyon towards him, reinforcing the water and making it hard for him to fight the current. He heard Medic reporting his predicament to someone as he struggled to keep his head above water, undercurrents making themselves known as they tried to drown him. He'd given up fighting the direction of travel, instead keeping an eye out for something to cling to – an outcrop of rock, even plants would do at this point. Just as he was about to give up and accept his fate – Medic muttering in his ear about how he couldn't do anything to help him made his situation all the more real – he saw an outcrop, just as he was hoping. The water lead him straight to it, smashing his body against it mercilessly – Scout felt several ribs break – and he grabbed for it, somehow finding the strength to climb up. It was a tall plateau, exactly what he needed, and away from the edges so the cascading water didn't hit him and he flopped onto it in relief, grateful for the respite. His entire body hurt – muscles seizing up from the cold and smashed ribs abusing his insides – so he stayed as still as he could. Looking back the way he had come, he could just about make out Double Cross in the distance, flashes of blue and red indicating that the battle was still in full swing. Realising the only way that his team had a hope of winning, he pushed the briefcase away from him, letting it drop back into the raging torrent.

"I dropped it," he panted into his mike. "Someone – go get it. We have to win." He heard someone – Engie, he thought - acknowledge him and relaxed, completely exhausted. "A-and... T-tell Ma… Tell her that I'm sorry," he sighed, knowing that he was dead. Safe as he was on the rock, no-one could reach him and his injuries were sapping what little strength he'd managed to maintain as he bled out. By the time the water calmed enough to allow access to him, either his injuries or hypothermia would have finished him off.

"Don't talk like that!" Soldier barked in his ear. "You will live, you hear me. True men don't let a little water best them." Despite the harsh words, Scout could hear the worry in his voice.

"Pyro's got the intel," Sniper said suddenly. A moment later there was a cheer as the firebug returned to the base, winning them the mission.

"At least we won," Scout sighed in relief, closing his eyes.

"Herr Scout!" Medic's voice cut through him. "Stay avake! Ve are coming for you."

"D-don't bother," Scout whispered. "I'll be dead before you get here." His teeth began to chatter as the anticipated hypothermia set it. "B-bye, g-guys." With that he let his eyes close and waited for death.

"-out?" cut through his consciousness, not loud enough to have come from his headset. "Scout!" Scout? Who was Scout? Why couldn't they leave him alone? He moaned at them in protest but the insistent voice continued. A sudden pain in his leg made him cry out in protest and his eyes cracked open just enough to see a fuzzy person looking down at him. Funny, they had a yellow head. "Come on, son. Wake up." He squinted at them in annoyance and watched them come into view properly. His head wasn't yellow, he realised. He was wearing a yellow hat. A gloved hand gently patted his cheek in an attempt to wake him and he moved his head away. "Scout. You need to wake up." Slowly his consciousness returned to him enough to put a name to the irritating voice, and the face of the man bending over him. Engie. Why did that seem important? Engie…

It all came flooding back to him – getting shot, falling into the raging torrent, throwing away the intel. Saying goodbye…

"Engie?" he murmured as the face finally came into sharp focus. The Texan grinned at him.

"Good to have you back, son."

"Herr Engineer," another familiar voice began – Medic. "Ve cannot move him far. Can you set up a teleporter?"

"Sure thing, Doc," Engie said. He stood and retrieved the necessary blueprints. Soon the familiar sound of a teleporter whirred into existence. Engie returned to Scout's side and picked him up, presumably at a signal from Medic. Short as he was, the Engineer was hardly weak and he carried the semi-conscious Scout through the teleporter with ease. As they materialised, Scout became aware of the other mercs beginning to crowd round as Engie placed him on a bed – the teleporter appeared to have led straight into the medbay.

"Give ze boy some room!" Medic snapped as he emerged, shooing them all away as he brought his giant medigun to face Scout's battered body. The machine whirred to life and Scout felt his ribs realigning. As usual when under the effects of the gun, there was no pain, just the strange sensation of feeling his body put itself back together. Soon it was over and Medic cut through bandages that Scout hadn't even noticed had been wrapped round his chest.

"Zhere is no need for zhese any more, ja?" he said as he removed them. Scout managed a lopsided grin.

"Thanks, Doc."

Unfortunately, the gun did nothing for the hypothermia and so Scout was bundled up under several layers of blankets and told to sleep. Despite his misgivings about sleeping in the medbay he soon went under, welcoming the darkness.

When he next woke, the following morning, he saw Medic approaching with a wicked grin and a needle in one hand. Scout didn't even pause to think – he threw off his covers and fled the room, accompanied by the laughter of the doctor. Scout vowed to never again fall ill near the man. Medic hounded him into the communal area, where the other mercs were waiting.

"Good ta have ya back, mate," Sniper said. Scout froze as Heavy grabbed him in a massive bearhug.

"Leetle Scout is safe," he cheered. Scout watched Medic arrive in the corner of his eye and tried to get away, until he realised that the doctor was no longer holding his instruments.

"You seem to be cured," he chuckled. Scout glowered at him when he realised that Medic had frightened him on purpose.

"That was not funny!"

[thorsthot]

strip tease ✦ john wick

john wick in a strip club? yes honey

Pairing: John Wick x unnamed black!oc (female)

words: idk bro just read it warnings: not as sexual as it should be. just a little blurb :) request here!

A late night out, 1 am to be exact. The streets are hectic and loud, but John’s tired and worn out, looking for a fix. He’s craving something and hasn’t had a sexual release in a while. He knows that when he needs to, he can come to the spot, and see his favorite girl. His favorite girl, a cute black hottie. Soft brown skin and she always smells like cocoa butter, it’s a natural scent at this point. Lips always laced with gloss, big and soft. Even better when they’re wrapped around his shaft.

He knows that when he comes calling, she’ll answer. And for that he’s thankful. When the time is right he’ll walk into the building. A strong scent of alcohol and perfume taking hold of him, and the loud music consumes him. He sees some familiar faces, nodding at the ones who great him. But he’s only here for one person and one person only. He scans the area, not seeing her in the mix of pretty women. So he sits at a table, legs spread wide and a hand resting on his crotch. He watches as the other girls dance around. A bunch of horny men practically creaming their pants at the sight of half naked women. His breath hitches when he feels hands grasp his shoulders, he knows it’s her.

“You know I love it when you wear all black suits,” She whispers in his ear. Walking around him, she straddles his waist, sitting on his lap. “I thought you were going to call.”

“I was,” His hands now steadily at her waist. “I just got caught up in somethings.”

“Yeah, it must’ve been a lot of something. You’re scarred,” Her hand moves up, soft to touch, lifting his face up. In the dim lighting, she could see the cuts and bruises on the left side of his face. “Here, follow me. I know what will cheer you up.”

Hopping off his lap, her hand in his, she leads him to a special room. Once in the room, she closes the curtains. John awkwardly stays standing, and when she turns back around, she pushes him down onto the red velvet sofa. Straddling him once again, her lips attach to his. It’s a soft kiss, not like the usual heavy kisses she gives him. She kisses down to his neck whilst her hands get entangled in his hair. He smells of whiskey and cologne, his hands moving along her body. But she grabs them, holding them down to each side of him.

“You know the rules, love. Don’t touch.” She kisses his lips once more, and gets off of him.

The tone in the club shifts. A heavy rock song blaring through the sound system. She twirls around, moving her hips to the rhythm. Taking her top off to reveal a pink bikini top. She touches all over herself, getting lost in the rhythm of the music. The next article to come off is the bikini top. She throws it at John, laughing as he catches it in his hands.

She moves over to him, hands planted on his knees, she squats down. Her hands travel up his thighs, grazing over the bulge in his pants as she looks him in the eye. His breath hitches as she does so, and now she’s got him where she wants him. She leans foreward, licking a stripe up the crotch of his pants, he groans. She smiles at him; the smile, a newfound favorite of his. It makes his knees weak and his cock throb. He knows what she does with that mouth, and god does she do it well.

She stands, turning to sit in his lap and she grinds on him. He begins to touch her again, not caring about the rules because he’s done way more to her in this club. A hand grabs her left breast, teasing at her nipple while the other reaches into her cotton shorts.

“No panties huh? Making it hard for me not to fuck you right here.” His voice rough. Fingers toying at her clit and she lets him. His middle finger inching deeper into your shorts and he can feel how wet she is. 

“Maybe that was my plan all along.” She takes his hand out her shorts, moving the crotch part to the side, and guiding his hand where she needs him the most. Quickly, his fingers work inside her. The thickness and curve of them making her fuck back into them. She missed this. He missed this. 

“Please,” Her voice helpless. She needs him, and she needs him now. Having been awhile since she last felt his cock slipping in and out of her cunt. Awhile since the last time his cock was down her throat. “I want more.”

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