#yes nik is sober when he drives

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Laswell and Nik watch Price play a Rugby match. Part 2.

cw: brief mention of injury, hand job right at the end.

Look, I just love the idea that Nik, Laswell and Price are good friends outside of work. I want to write more of it. All my work is self-indulgent but this is PURE self indulgence.

The plastic chairs were damn uncomfortable and Laswell was pretty sure she could have managed an extra pair of socks inside her boots, but the atmosphere was contagious. Jubilant, loud; people stamping their feet and blowing on their hands in the cold, old comrades meeting again after a long time, families gathered to see fathers, sons, husbands, play.

Plus, she had promised, hadn't she? And seeing her long term friend do something that didn't have the threat of a bullet mixed in was an opportunity she felt she deserved as much as he did.

"Here, Laswell."

A plastic cup of beer appeared in front of her face between the large fingers and thumb of her companion for the day, and she took it in two gloved hands. "Thanks, Nik."

"It tastes very bad," he informed her as he swung his leg over the chair next to her and fell into it heavily, taking a swig of his own with a grimace. "Da. Like barman pissed into a cup."

"Really selling it to me," she chuckled before taking a sip, nose wrinkling. "That is... quite the aftertaste."

Nik shrugged. "It is all part of the experience, and," he ferreted through his jacket, lifting his ass off the seat, and pulled out his hip flask, "ha." He offered it to her first, to which she shook her head, before he unscrewed the cap with his thumb and dumped a generous helping into the top of his drink. "How long?"

"They headed in from their warm up about ten minutes ago."

"Ah, he looked good, no?"

Laswell nodded, her eyes crinkling with her smile as she noted the blush of pride on Nik's face. John Price had, indeed, looked good. He had been rosie-cheeked and energetic through all the drills despite the cold, keeping up with the younger members of his team without any apparent issue.

And, perhaps most importantly of all, he had been laughing and grinning throughout, exchanging banter, and pausing to talk with someone he recognised in the stands, only ending the conversation with a handshake and bump of the shoulders when his coach - a Major something or other, according to the introductory leaflet - bellowed at him.

It was John's boyish glee that had caught Nik's attention more than all the tight woven shorts around thick thighs, the bulging biceps and full chests stretching through Underarmour base layers, and she had watched his eyes blow wide as he fidgeted in his seat, desperate clearly to be closer and bask in John's happiness rather than observe it from afar. She'd sent him for the beer to cool off.

It was an interservice friendly. Navy versus army. A pre-season warm up before the international competition began and the British armed forces would field a composite team of the very best. "Will they win this one?" Laswell asked, chancing another sip of beer and regretting it the moment it touched her tongue.

"Da. The Navy have uh, what to say, fast backs, but their forwards have bad... set pieces."

"Did you understand a word of what you just said?"

"Nyet." Nik grinned. He loved listening to John talk about the game and absorbed every iota of information he could to share in that passion. That didn't mean he was any better than Laswell in understanding what the hell was going on.

"Do you think he'll be selected for the internationals?"

"He has already been asked for his availability."

"Of course he has. Annoyingly, I don't think I've ever encountered an activity that John Price doesn't excel at."

Nik huffed a laugh. "He is an overachiever. Although, not such a good cook. I have never seen someone turn custard into rubber before."

"Aha! A weakness. I will store it for later use."

They lapsed into a momentary pause and watched the crowd find their seats. Nik checked his phone, and then nudged Laswell for a selfie to send to John. They toasted their crappy beers and Laswell conjured her cheesiest grin with a thumbs up. Nik sent it without filters, because he was brutal like that.

Nik (10.15): [image.jpeg]

JP (10.17): good-looking pair of muppets 👍

Nik (10.18): are you feeling ok?

JP (10:19): hammies tight but physio happy.

Nik (10:19): I will help with that later

JP (10:20): countin on it 👌💦😜

"You better not be sexting while I am right next to you, Nikolai."

Nik smirked at her and shook his head once. "He is fine. Nervous."

"You got 'nervous' from that?"

"Da."

"Nervous for a Rugby match but doesn't even bat an eye at leaping from a Hercules into an active firefight with a single page's worth of intel..."

"He feels out of practice. He missed the start of the tournament due to work."

"Ah. Story of our lives, Nik." They missed so much living due to work. Kate had missed the birth of both of her nephews, her brother-in-law's wedding, her sister's fortieth birthday party. So many big life events that would never repeat. But that's what made things like this special. It may be a forces match, but John was choosing to do it. He enjoyed it. Sharing in that enjoyment, that moment of happiness, that was special too.

"They are coming," Nik said like an excited boy on Christmas morning, having spotted the players at the mouth of the changing rooms. He stood with the rest of the crowd and Laswell rolled to her feet too, joining in the cheers and clapping as two lines of outrageously built men jogged out onto the pitch.

Nik and Laswell stood in respectful silence as the band played through the national anthem and the two teams lined up to bray along with it, hands on chests. The British national anthem was a damn drone, but at least it allowed everyone to pull it off. They sat down after the applause, when the two captains met with the referee in the middle of the pitch for the coin toss.

John tried to make the glance into the stands discreet, but the smile when he spotted Nik and Laswell - due to Nik's not so discreet full-armed wave - was difficult to hide. Hands on his hips, he looked down, scuffing the grass with his boot bashfully before turning to listen to the referee outline his expectations.

Sometimes she forgot about the sixteen year age gap between them; he was so brilliant at it all, so driven, so focused and relentless, he was her peer and her equal, but she had already been at the game for twelve years when he enlisted at 16. Whatever she felt in that moment at seeing John so pleased by their presence, his cheeks dimpling in that full-hearted grin he had, felt annoyingly maternal. She necked some beer.

Nik leaned in. "He will choose to receive."

"Mhm."

"Laswell," Nik said, feigning shock as she hid her smirk against her plastic pint.

The navy took the ball with them, the ref jogged backward with his hand in the air, and the two teams lined up. John was the 'fly half', which Kate understood to mean he was the decision maker of the team. It required effective leadership and communication to connect the forwards with the backline and navigate the enemy defence. The perfect role for one Captain Jonathan Price if ever there was one. Which explained the bright yellow captain's band wrapped around his bicep, clashing with the green and white jersey with its big number 10 on the back.

A single peep of the whistle marked the start of the game and the navy's number 10 put their boot to the ball, the rest of the team surging down the pitch behind it. One of the backline received the ball and immediately shipped it out towards the wings to begin making progress in the opposite direction.

The difference between American football and Rugby had always struck Laswell; the ball was the same-ish shape, there were set pieces for different scenarios, but that's where the similarity ended. Rugby was about keeping play moving. It was a relentless, brutal battle down the pitch, with hits that made her teeth shake and no padding between bodies and the impact.

The navy was playing aggressively, forcing the army's backline to reset. Every time the army's scrum half dug the ball out of the breakdown - which was what Laswell understood the huge pile of bodies on the floor to be called - John was there to receive it. He was agile, twisting, turning, everywhere at once; a testament to his own hard work to maintain his fitness and mobility.

One of the navy forwards was too slow off the mark and slammed into John once he'd passed the ball, bringing him to the ground hard with a shoulder to the gut. Nik was halfway out of his chair on instinct, and Laswell reached out a hand for his forearm. "It's part of the game, Nik. An honest mistake." The ref blew the whistle. Free kick.

John rolled to his feet, tugging the legs of his shorts down from the creases of his thighs before plucking the ball from the ground. He chose to kick into touch and gathered his team before the lineout. They hunkered down, listening intently. Laswell could hear his voice in her mind, imagined his tone, and when she glanced off to Nik and saw the look on his face, she knew he was doing the same.

John set the backline, barking over his shoulder and gesturing with his arm to get them in position, once he was happy, he indicated to the scrum half to take the throw in. The ball sailed over the heads of the two lines and found the hands of the army's flanker, who knocked it with practised ease into John's waiting palms. It sailed down the line quick, John sprinting behind the line. The navy thought they were going for a try at the wing and sent their players down to meet it. John cut in halfway and took the ball through a gap created by their miscalculation.

The hulking opposition forwards couldn't catch him once he had the space to open up with long strides, and he pushed one optimistic player off him like he was nothing. Laswell heard Nik breathe something in Russian, leaning forward in his chair, only to leap up the moment that ball touched the try line. She stood with him to clap and he threw an arm around her shoulder jubilantly. "He is so good, did you see? Like a jet, I cannot--" she missed the rest, because he was too busy celebrating, half his beer splashing onto the ground.

An orange five appeared on the scoreboard at first, and then John turned it into a seven when he kicked the ball over the middle bar between the two posts. "A conversion, Laswell," Nik informed her, toasting the scoreboard as it ticked up.

John's try seemed to turn the tables. Now that the army's side had seen the defence clinically dissected, it was like they were more confident in picking those holes. Seven turned to fourteen, fourteen to twenty-one. The navy managed to land a try shortly before half time but their fly half, John's junior by about fifteen years, missed the conversion kick, leaving the scoreboard at twenty-one to five.

Nik topped up their drinks while the two teams disappeared off the pitch, and returned with a flushed face after a suspiciously long time away. "You snuck into the changing rooms, didn't you?" She asked as she took the beer.

"Da," Nik confessed, shifting in his seat. "I did not stay long. He had a briefing to do."

"Of course he did," Laswell said, chuckling. No doubt Nik had gone to admire John in his kit up close; all that clinging lycra and polyester around John's frame. For a man, John had one hell of an ass. She was surprised Nik wasn't foaming at the mouth every time John bent over to receive the ball from the breakdown.

The second half started shortly after Nik's return. The army started with the ball this time, kicking it into the second half and chasing after it to shut down the offence before they could make ground.

The navy had apparently had what John would call a bollocking, because they were back to their form of the first twenty minutes, hitting hard and punishing gaps. Nik frowned as John was tackled for the third time in ten minutes. "They are targeting him," he growled.

"Oh yeah," a man to their left chimed in, "reckon their skipper told 'em to break that one's legs."

"Nik, it's trash talk," Laswell warned as the big Russian suddenly coiled with tension. "They will try to close down any advantages. He's one of them."

She, perhaps, spoke too soon, because the next hit made John stay down a bit longer, and he disappeared under a pile of bodies that dwarfed even him. When he finally got to his feet, there was blood streaming from his eyebrow. The ref blew his whistle and pointed at John's face, then the sidelines. He didn't even argue his case, chucking his armband to the scrum half's hand before jogging over to the medic, replaced by a sub.

Nik had been on his feet throughout, and now tracked John to the sidelines with his eyes, no doubt scrutinising his gait for abnormality. "It is superficial," Nik said, perhaps convincing himself not to vault the stands. "He will go back on."

"After being kicked in the head?"

Nik frowned, arms folded over his chest. He wasn't happy about it either.

As predicted, John returned to the pitch at the next blow of the whistle, his head wrapped in bandages and tape. The army had put up a valiant defence while he'd been off, and did so for the rest of the game, allowing only one more try to sneak through and returning it threefold. The final score at the end was forty-two to twelve in favour of the army, and the boisterous celebrations on the pitch carried on through the sportsmanlike cheers exchanged by both teams, followed by handshakes and cheers for the ref.

Nik and Laswell picked their way through the stands to the main bar to wait for John to emerge from the changing rooms. Another thing she quite liked about this sport in particular was that the players cleaned up in shirts and ties before they were allowed out. She had thought it was a services thing, a hang up about order and respectability, but no, they even observed the rule at club level. It was about respecting the clubhouse, the fans, the game and each other.

It took John about thirty minutes to arrive, his white shirt and green tie neatly pressed, wool trousers belted at his waist. Nik was on him in seconds, one hand taking his jaw, tilting his head left and right, to inspect the cut through his eyebrow. "Nik," John said through a soft laugh, "s'olright, been checked over."

"For concussion?"

"Yeah. Just a stud scrape. Nothin' dramatic."

Nik's hand slipped around the back of John's neck and Laswell could see the desperate desire to kiss his partner flash over his face, but in the end he only nodded and drew away. She sighed. So much had changed, and yet so much stayed the same.

"Kate, you made it," John said, that Quokka-smile in place and big arms enclosed her in a hug.

"Oh, I was in the area." She returned the embrace and then pushed the pint of bitter into his hands. "Well-earned, I think."

"Huh, yeah, 'm fuckin' knackered," he admitted, wiping the foam from his moustache after he took a sip. "A few of the lads want to do a crawl through the local bars, but I'm gonna turn in. Monday's chocka."

"I don't blame you," Laswell said, hopping onto a stool. "I thought you'd play soccer, you know."

"Rugby is a gentleman's sport and the captain is a gentleman." Nik sat next to her, his elbows on the bar. "Soccer is for thugs and idiots, no?"

"Hoohoo, shit, don't let Simon hear you say that, Nik," John said, leaning his hip against the bar at Nik's side. "You'd have to sleep with one eye open."

"So, the Liverpool scarf is just for show." Laswell recalled the tattered old thing hanging up in a frame in John's office. It sat right next to his medals of valour and a photograph of the 141 in Belgrade.

"Naw, once a Red always a Red."

"That means something very different where I am from," Nik said lightly.

Laswell chuckled low in her throat and John threw his arm around Nik's shoulder for a squeeze. They stayed until the man of the match was announced and, unsurprisingly, John had been selected by the team for his try.

He received the award in the same understated way he did his medals; a thank you to his team and to the panel, then 'all the best' before heading back to his drink. Once again Laswell watched Nik swallow the desire to demonstrate the affection bubbling beneath his skin. She was glad for Nik that John would require plenty of care this evening; an opportunity to dote to his heart's content.

Despite the generally positive experience, she was glad to flop into the backseat of Nik's hired Audi, watching the streets of London flit by as they left the pitch behind. By the time they dropped her off at the hotel, John was struggling to keep his eyes open, slumped low in the front seat, his arms folded tightly across his chest as if to hold himself together. She exchanged a look with Nik in the rearview mirror, the creases around his eyes betraying his knowing grin. John was clinging on for her benefit. Sweet, but unnecessary.

She opened the door but leaned forward to squeeze his shoulder before stepping out. "Well done today."

"Cheers," he said sleepily, one of his big paws parting over the top of her palm. "Thanks again. 'ppreciate it."

"Any time, John. I enjoyed myself. See you soon."

She patted Nik's shoulder too and he touched her wrist in return, before she left them to head to a well-earned rest in their Premier Inn. Hopefully a kiss too, or Nik might just implode.

--

Nik managed to convince John into a bath with the promise of a glass of whiskey. Without it, he would be stiffer in the morning and not in a way they could enjoy.

Once John was settled amongst the bubbles, Nik sat at the side with a pillow beneath his rear, one hand in the water to stroke whatever part of John happened to be near, while the other held a novel open against his thigh.

"Thanks for comin' today," John said in the comfortable quiet. His voice was soft, his eyes lidded. He had sunk lower, the waterline lapping at his collarbone.

"Of course. I enjoyed watching you in your element, John."

"It was the... uh, first time someone's come t' see me play."

Nik let the novel fall closed and twisted, resting his chin on the edge of the tub. "Have you not invited the sergeants, or the lieutenant?"

"Ah, they have better things to do 'n come and watch me play rugger at the weekend."

"I think you underestimate how much your team loves and admires you."

John hummed in the way he did when he wanted to argue but knew it was a losing fight. Nik got that noise more and more these days when it came to John's perception of other's opinions of him. He had an accurate and pragmatic understanding of his own abilities when it came to work, but that didn't seem to translate into a sound understanding of how much he was admired. The hum was a step forward towards acceptance, in Nik's opinion.

"You will invite them next time."

"Oh will I?"

"Da. And they will feel honoured by the invitation."

"What if I get my arse kicked? Almost did today."

"Then they will be there to pick you back up again, as they are in the field."

John fell silent, heaving a sigh through his nose. Nik gathered his legs underneath him and slipped his second hand in the water to caress the aching body within it. He ran the backs of his fingers over John's chest, down the valleys of his abdomen to the v-shape dips of his hips, and finally to his thighs.

"How are these?"

"Sore. They'll be fi--mm, Nik...'

"Is good?"

"Mmhm."

Nik rubbed his thumbs in firm circles, feeling knots and tension pop beneath them, and watched John's expression melt back into relaxation. He moved from one leg to the other, working his way up slowly across the large expanse of muscle to John's hip.

"Enjoyin' yerself?" John asked, an eye popping open to study Nik's face.

"Da. Watching your legs today was... hm, it made me want to spread them in the shower and demonstrate my admiration."

If it wasn't for the warm water, John would have flushed, but Nik was content by the shy smile he got instead. "In front of the entire team, eh? Filthy git," John mumbled.

"If you would enjoy others watching me make love to you, then I would consider it."

"Fuckin' 'ell, Nik," John said, scrubbing a hand across his face. His body betrayed him though, because the mere thought of it has caused his prick to harden enough to peak just above the surface. Nik tickled up the inside of John's thighs to his sac, fingertips stroking the heavy weight of it in the warm water. John's knees tilted out to give Nik access and he reached for Nik's chin with one wet hand, guiding him down for a kiss.

Nik kissed greedily as he played gently between John's legs, revelling in the vulnerability of his lover's exhausted body surrendering to the tenderness he offered. His tongue swept into John's mouth, licking the taste of whiskey from his teeth, the tip brushing the ridges of his pallet, sucking his tongue, his lips, before sinking lower to kiss his neck.

John made soft noises of pleasure, his heels skidding across the ceramic of the tub, damp fingers winding into Nik's hair. In the warmth of the water, his skin was soft, sensitive, and Nik knew how to touch him. Had spent many a night learning what made John moan and sigh, how his entire body was a map of erogenous zones desperate for a gentle hand that Nik was more than willing to provide.

When Nik encircled John's prick, stroking slowly back and forth, John let out a pleased sigh. "Fuck, Nik... Dunno whether I have the energy."

"You do not need it. Let me look after you."

"Would prefer t' give as good as I get. Ahh, fuck, Nik..."

Nik soaped his hand using the pump at the side of the bath and returned to John's eager prick. Tired he may be, but his body yearned for Nik as much as Nik's did for him. Nik kept a firm pressure, squeezing a little former on the upstroke, precum splashing over the edge of his fist. "John, you are so beautiful... You are so desperate for me."

"Yeah, Nik, haa, ah, god fuck, I'm close already..."

"Come for me then. Do not hold back. I will have you tomorrow, spread your legs and take what I want..."

"Fuck..."

"I know you wanted me to take you in that changing room, your blood running hot--"

"Ahh, Nik, fu--"

"--I know you wanted to touch yourself in the shower, thinking of me--"

"Mm, yeah, yeah, please, Nik..."

"I know what you need, I know how you ache for it, how you want to be filled by my cock and fucked well."

John latched onto the edge of the tub as he came, his thighs and stomach pulling tight, head pushing back as his cock pulsed in Nik's hand. Nik slowed his stroke, milking out the aftershocks as John gasped.

Nik kissed him lightly on the lips as his pleasure faded to throbbing embers, releasing his softening prick to rinse his hand. "Beautiful."

"Just nutted to dirty talk. Not sure beautiful's really the word."

"You do not see yourself as I do," Nik replied, admiring the brightness in those blue eyes, the ruffled hair, the flush. Beautiful was too empty a word for the majesty of John Price, but it would suffice for now. "Time for bed, John. Come."

Nik helped John out of the bath, teasing him about his shaking legs as he helped dry him with a second towel. John slipped naked into the soft, clean sheets Nik wasn't complaining; it would be easier to tease him open tomorrow morning. He was asleep and snoring softly before Nik had even switched the lamp off, the pillow clutched under his head.

Before Nik could sleep, he worked himself over to a swift and gutless orgasm that would allow him to sleep, knowing full well he would be satisfying himself in John come the morning. He fell asleep admiring the peaceful lines of John's face, eternally grateful he had the honour of calling John his.

[mrs-amber]

speaking.

So, I found this prompt by @writing-prompt-s​ and couldn’t help myself. This was not exactly what this prompt was about, but here we go... A short fic in which Laurent doesn’t like talking and still get’s Damen’s attention.

[Read it in Ao3]

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“But Auguste, I almost don’t see you around anymore.” He could feel he was pouting as he trailed after his brother, who took a moment looking at his outfit in the mirror before answering.

“I know, Lau… I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you’d be comfortable going out, so I never bothered.” He came closer to his younger brother, sitting beside him on the bed and shuffling his hair.

“Yes, I know…” He began and stopped, thinking of the best way he could say what he wanted. “I just didn’t expect that you’d go to college and forget we ever hang out together.” And that’s not how he wanted to sound at all.

“Oh, come on, Laurent. Would you like to go out with us, then?” His eyes were bright at the prospect. Laurent wasn’t super excited.

“God, why do I love you anyway?” He exhaled and dropped himself on the bed in a dramatic gesture. “I feel like I won’t have a better chance than this…” He stared at his brother, who had a smirk on his face.

“What if I tell you we can keep pretending you’re deaf?” And the wicked smile Laurent gave him was answer enough.

He couldn’t exactly tell when it began, but he never bothered to correct anyone, so it didn’t matter anymore. He had always been a quiet kid, prefering to read books and stay away from other kids whenever he could. It didn’t change much as he grew up. His mother was deaf and that’s why he learned at such a young age to communicate through the language of signals. At some point in his life, someone must have seen him communicating with her and his family, since they always talked through signals when she was around, and must have supposed that it was him the deaf one. 

It became an inside joke when he went out with his closest friends or his brother, they never expected him to interact outside their group and inside it he was almost as quiet. When they wanted him to pay attention or answer anything, they would communicate through signals. 

Laurent and his brother had almost the same age, barely a year of difference, they were in different years at school and took different classes, but they had the same friends and hung out with the same people. When his brother graduated, the only one who knew he wasn’t deaf was Ancel, a red haired boy that he was friends with since he was 9 years old and moved to this school. 

When they heard a honk outside, Auguste pushed Laurent out of the door of his room and downstairs to the exit. There was a friend of his who had come to pick them up, Damianos or something. Auguste introduced them, telling Damen who was him and then turning and telling Laurent the same, but through signals. 

Damianos’ eyes were already glued to him from where he was seated in the driver's seat and they went large when he realised what Auguste was doing and what it meant. He didn’t know how to react, considering he had no clue on how to speak through signals, his only reaction being a bright smile and an apologetic expression as he turned to yell at Auguste.

“How could you not have told anyone your brother couldn’t hear? How am I supposed to communicate now that I can’t even say ‘hi’?” There was another man seated in the front seat, and he was muffling a laugh as the brother’s got in the backseat of the car. Nikandros, he would later on learn his name. He looked a lot like Damianos, only a bit smaller. If only you could call it small.

“Oh, he can read lips, you know?” This made Damen blush, and wasn’t that dimple in his left cheek adorable? “But if you want we can teach you some words.” He said the last part lifting one eyebrow to his brother, making Laurent himself feel his face warming up when he turned to offer Damen a shy smile.

The following weeks Laurent was glad to say he saw more and more of his brother, even if it was almost always with his other friends. And not that he was complaining about that, since they always treated him very well. Some of them were actually making an effort to learn how to communicate with him through signals. Especially Damen who still didn’t seem to be over the fact he couldn’t properly talk to him and trailed after him whenever they went to help and always looked really disturbed when he couldn’t understand and had to call for Auguste to translate what Laurent said. Laurent found it really adoring and almost felt guilty for not telling him he could actually hear what he said and spare him the effort of trying. Almost, because he was really interested to know the lengths Damen would go just to understand him and make him feel comfortable. There must be a point where it would all come down and he would understand why he did it, someone couldn’t be interested in him that much just for the sake of it.

They would come to their place and watch movies, with subtitles of course, drink and play games, or they would go out to the beach, mall, movies, clubs or anything else they had in mind. Laurent was beginning to feel like he once more belonged somewhere, and it made him dizzy.

There was this one time they had gone out really late, it was a tuesday and all bars and clubs were closed. Nikandros and Auguste were really desperate for alcohol and said they couldn’t waste such a beautiful starry night without getting drunk and going somewhere they could really appreciate it. Laurent knew it was only because it was their last week at College that semester and they just wanted to celebrate. He offered to drive them, but Damen was already with keys in hand and said he would enjoy it more if he could properly see the stars once they arrived, and Laurent couldn’t contradict him.

Damen took them to a small beach he knew almost outside town, where the stars could be seen with little interference and where they could lay down in a pier that went deep into the calm waters. Nikandros and Auguste were already drunk from the cheap wine they had bought in the way and they were loud. Laurent could understand why Auguste would like to drink with Nik, since they had complementing personalities while sober but you couldn’t really tell who’s mind was thinking when they were drunk. They had horrible ideas and the other would just get along with it in a heartbeat and not even question their choices. And that’s why now they could see both of them running through the beach, already without shoes, racing toward the rocks at the end of it.

“God, I just hope they don’t get each other killed.” Laurent thought and had to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to talk in Damen’s presence. It was a task that was getting harder everyday, the more comfortable he got and the more he wanted them to have a proper interaction with each other. He just couldn’t bring himself to cross that point, thinking Damen would lose his interest in him as soon as he realised Laurent wasn’t that big of a deal and didn’t have the ‘deaf situation’ to help.

They walked together to the end of the pier, where Laurent took off his shoes and sat at the edge to put his feet in the water, propping himself in his hand behind his back. Damen sat by his side, feet in the water. He took a long breath and then laid on his back to stare at the sky. The breeze was fresh and wet and played with Laurents hair, as he pulled some lost strands from his eyes. There were some sea birds fishing and sometimes you could hear a fish jumping and then falling again in the water. 

Damen moved his legs a bit and now he could feel his warmth spread through the layers of cloth and send shivers through his skin.

“You know, this would be a lot easier if you could at least hear me…” Damen started talking and Laurent felt himself freeze at the spot, before scolding himself to a relaxed position again. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this, so he pretended he wasn’t.

“But I also think I wouldn’t be able to do this if you could…” He continued and his voice was barely beyond a whisper. “Since the first time I saw you, I knew it wouldn’t be easy and I would be doomed if I didn’t try. And here we are now, and I feel so stupid for not being able to tell you this in a proper way. I don’t even know how you feel about most things but I wouldn’t fool myself into thinking that you’d be comfortable if I asked anyone to translate any of this.” He exhaled and moved a bit. Laurent wouldn't turn around to know what it was, too shocked to do anything but stare at the sky ahead. 

“I know it’s too soon, but I think I’m in love with you. I think I have been since I laid eyes on you that first day, but I only realized how fucked I was the first time I heard you laugh…” He laughed and Laurent felt his heart flipping in his chest. He couldn’t help when he turned to look at him, his expression so tender and his eyes so soft and Laurent finally realized what all those looks he saw in the past weeks meant.

“What did you just say?” He gasped and brought a hand to cover his mouth. Damianos eyes went wide and he could swear he saw him pale.

[angelifylove]

“Please, don’t leave” || Nikki Sixx x Reader

Aight so we got ourselves a Nikki Sixx x Reader here, this isn’t my first rodeo but with tumblr, yes it is. Anyways, I wrote this mainly for my friend who had the big depression and told her to pick a sentence thingy that I found on here. She picked “Please, don’t leave” and I wrote it in a way I used it.  Word Count: 4,917 Summary: basically, the reader is a babysitter and Nikki’s child ends up being stillborn. He goes big depressed and relapses, calling the reader who is a former alcoholic herself. This is also taking present to present age Nikki and the reader is roughly around the age of 32 or 33. Warnings: big age difference of almost 30 years, language (this is Nikki we’re talking about), uh a lot of angst in the beginning, stillbirth (is that a warning?), just major cuteness overload by Casie Baker, maybe grammar (I don't know, Grammarly better have worked well or I’m getting my free money back).

Colson laughs around as his daughter finishes her joke she learned at school today. He shakes his head at her as the doorbell rings, causing the little girl to frown. She doesn’t want her dad to go but this is his lifestyle that she’s forced to grow up into. He stands up as he dusts himself off. 

“Which babysitter is it now,” Casie asks with a groan and a roll of her brown eyes. Colson couldn’t help but find her adorable and feel bad for her at the same time. He crouches down to her a little bit so they can hug. She holds onto her dad for as long as she can.

“Colson, open this damn door,” the woman outside causes the ruckus, making the little girl’s sad face pick up. She looks at Colson in excitement, this woman on the other side of the door was her favorite babysitter. Sadly, she didn’t babysit Casie full time but Casie loves being with this babysitter more than ever. Colson rolls his eyes at the babysitter and stands up, he walks towards the door to see the woman standing there. She’s around four years older than this man yet he manages to see her as a sister that he never wanted. 

“(y/n),” Casie shouts as she runs over to the woman, the babysitter couldn’t help but laugh as the arms wrap around her. She looks at Colson, he has a wide smile on his face, thankful that (y/n) was able to come in on such short notice. 

“Forgot to schedule someone?” Colson nods his head as he switches places with Casie and (y/n), him now outside with the two girls inside.

“Yeah, somehow I forgot to schedule for The Dirt premier,” Colson lets out a half heart laugh to the woman. She nods her head to him as he starts to head off. Casie soon takes (y/n) and announces that it’s now girls night so all the men that were left from Colson were evicted for the night. (y/n) and Casie stayed up talking about boys, gossip, and even talking about how good Colson’s music has gotten over the years. 

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Nikki sits on his couch with his wife, Courtney. The woman has a face full of tears as she holds onto her stomach. Nikki, on the other hand, has no emotion on his face. He has nothing, no tears or frown. Just a straight face as he tries to digest what had happened at the hospital. He can remember it so clearly yet it feels like it never happened and was only just a dream. He looks at Courtney, wondering how such a horrible thing could happen to them.

Nikki rushes the pregnant woman inside as her breathing was all over the place. Some moments she couldn't stop breathing while other moments she forgot to take in a deep breath. Her grip was tight on Nikki’s hand as he gets her to the room, there she goes into labor. Nikki has seen this once or twice before and couldn’t help but smile on knowing what’s about to happen. The two parents are going to meet their first child together. The horrible labor process lasts for about three hours until they hear… nothing. The baby wasn’t crying, looking at the doctors and nurses run around with the baby. They did many things yet clearly nothing was working. Nikki looks at Courtney with fear in his eyes, they both know what is happening. 

“I’m sorry, the baby is dead,” Nikki can still hear the doctor say those words to Courtney and him. He can still remember holding on to his wife as she cries in his arms over the death of their baby. All their hard work into preparing for the daughter was for nothing. The worst part is, they won’t have another child. The two said they won’t tell people until they both were ready. Somehow two months after the stillbirth, Courtney thought it was best to separate from Nikki. Claiming she needs to figure herself out after the whole ordeal with Nikki knowing exactly to what is happening. He soon remembers a deal he made with Casie’s babysitter, (y/n) was her name he believes. The two said that five or six months after the birth, (y/n) would be willing to help babysit and let Courtney and Nikki go on a date together in return of something that he doesn’t know yet. Now, Nikki sits here in his house alone after his wife gave birth to a dead baby.

Five months and Courtney’s filing for a divorce. Nikki has never felt more alone before until now, he feels like the world is coming down on him. Whenever the kids drop by, he forces himself to be happy around them. When Tommy hangs around, he acts like he doesn’t want to die. Now here he is, still haven’t told the media a single thing, and he has to call this babysitter to break the news to her. She seemed like a nice girl and if she can babysit Colson’s daughter, then she must have a big heart to be nice to Nikki’s situation. He shakes his head, unable to have the courage to tell the woman the deal is now off. He sighs as soon starts to relapse into alcohol, sixteen years of no drop of alcohol yet here he is of having his past self favorite of Jack Daniels. 

“Nikki,” (y/n) asks when she picks up the phone. She sits in her bedroom with the laptop open. She was doing some work of looking for some babysitting to do tonight. Colson decided to cancel the couple of nights she was working to spend some more time with Casie. She didn’t mind but she did have to look for replacements so she can actually pay for the bills. 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).”

“Nikki, I don’t understand.”

“The baby was stillborn,” Nikki slurs out, evident that he was drunk. Everyone knows of his sobriety so this slurring came to a shocker to the woman. She lets a shaky sigh as she starts to put some shoes on. She grabs her keys and wallet with her usual jacket, she’s still on the phone with Nikki. 

“I’m so sorry, Nikki. I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to!”

“Nik, you’re drunk! I can’t just leave you there alone after sixteen years of being sober until now,” (y/n) explains to him before hangs up on the phone. The drunk man sits there, letting her words sink in. He notices she’s called him a nickname, out of the short time he’s known her, she hasn’t done that just yet. A small smile appears on his face as he then remembers he fucked his sober self up. He groans as he puts his head in hands, blaming himself for everything that’s ever happened to him. He blames himself for the child and wife he lost. What pulls him out of his misery is the knock on the door. He looks up and walks over to the door. He managed to not run into anything successfully but he had to hold onto the wall once or twice. 

“Oh no,” the woman mutters once her (e/c) eyes hit the poor, drunk man. She starts to usher him inside, getting him to sit on the couch without having an argument somehow. She sits down next to him as Nikki rests his head on the top of the couch. He stares at the woman in front of her. 

“Nikki, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, the wife left an asshole behind for a fuckin’ reason,” Nikki says nonchalantly. (y/n) shakes her head in disagreement. She hates seeing anyone like this, especially since she knows how it feels to rebound into alcoholism. She once was an alcoholic, nothing but alcohol pumped through her veins around five years ago. Then she met Colson, he saved her she likes to think. He brought Casie into her life instead of the alcohol. She’s thankful for that man, showing her exactly what she is in the world, a babysitter. Now here she is, having to help a friend out when they’re in need.

“Nikki, you’re not an asshole, you’re just drunk and going through one of the world’s biggest curveballs.” Nikki nods his head as he groans, throwing his head back. He seemed to be holding something back that (y/n) could tell was induced by the alcohol. 

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“And stop by the bathroom on the way there,” he murmurs to her as the two stand up. She helps him walk towards the bedroom that he lead her towards, she’s never been past the main rooms of Nikki’s house before. Nikki soon opens a door, she notices it is a bathroom. He walks right towards the toilet and there he lets everything inside his stomach out. (y/n) couldn’t help but frown at the poor man, she walks over towards him and moves his long black hair out of the way a bit. She sighs as he soon leans a little with his head hanging above the toilet a little and wipes his mouth away. 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” he says quietly as she starts to rub his back a little bit. She shakes her head towards him, her eyes full of worry and concern for the man.

“No, no, no, don’t be.” He couldn’t help but smile a little at her words and nod his head. The two finally stand back up and head towards his bedroom, where she places him on the bed. She notices that it’s late out, not the best idea to drive at around two in the morning. She’s been at his place for around two hours already, feels like five minutes for her.

“Can you stay the night,” Nikki asks her sweetly only to get a small smile and a nod from the woman. He smiles more as he waves towards the closet that was once Courtney’s. She had left some of her clothing behind and still needs to pack them up.

“Courtney has some clothes you may fit into,” he says to her as he starts to rub his eyes, growing tired from laying on the bed. (y/n) nods her head and walks into the walk-in closet, she notices all the dresses and frowns. Nothing seems to be in her style or deem comfortable in her taste. Courtney probably took all the sweats first so she would be comfortable during this separation. She sighs before she walks back out the closet. She sees the drunk man still awake somehow and shakes her head at him.

“Anything comfortable for me to wear?”

“Uh… I may have some sweats, they may be a little big for you,” Nikki says to her with a shrug, she nods her head as she enters another closet that she assumes is Nikki’s. She looks around all the dark clothing to soon land her eyes on a ‘Theatre of Pain’ sweatshirt and some grey sweat pants. She smiles as she takes the clothing and soon changes into them in the closet. She grabs her pants and shirt, heading out of the closet. She walks out to see Nikki just laying there on the bed still, staring at the ceiling now with his eyes hardly open at this point. She shakes her head as she sighs, “Where’s the guest bedroom?”

Nikki shrugs to her, a smirk appearing on his face. She rolls her eyes, starting to realize this drunk is hitting another stage of this drunk night. Instead of sad and emotional like he was earlier, this man is now going with the mind of the lower region. She places the clothing on the table that has some papers and books out on it. She looks at him to see him starting to strip suddenly.

“Nikki, woah!” She turns around in an instant, a red tint going to her face at that sudden action. He stops taking his pants off and looks at her, the jeans were at his ankles now. He wears no shirt, tattoos exposed to the world. He raises an eyebrow at her, wondering to why she turned around. 

“What, princess,” he asks her, slurring a little from being drunk. He kicks his pants off, (y/n) turns her head a bit to check if he even has underwear on. She lets a sigh of relief out at the man who kept the boxers on. She turns around to see Nikki flopping on the bed, soon crawling under the covers. He pats the bed next to him, a smirk on his face. She shakes her head, declining his offer only to get a groan from the drunk man.

“Come on! It won’t be that bad!”

“Nikki, how old are you?”

“Thirty-five,” he lies right away as if he rehearsed this line a dozen times before. (y/n) shakes her head, disbelief in that statement. She sighs as she walks over to the bed. She grabs one of the many pillows, placing it between the two. She points at it before she decides to make a political joke, “This will be Trump’s wall!” 

Nikki starts to laugh at that joke, shaking his head at her. She lifts the covers up, sitting on the bed. He sits up a little bit so he can get a better view of the beautiful woman that sits next to him. He tilts his head a bit, relaxing easily with her.

“You know I hate Trump’s wall,” he says before he grabs the pillow and throws it across the room. (y/n) gasps dramatically at him before she starts to laugh at that reaction. She shakes her head as she stands back up to turn the lights off. She gets back in the bed and starts to lay down. He kept his eye on her the entire, letting them roam all over her body. 

“Nikki, don’t try a single thing tonight or I will make it rain on you.”

“I like the way that sounds,” he slurs to her as he shifts closer to her. She laughs at him a bit before she flips over from looking at him. He lays on his back, staring at the ceiling before he looks at her. He smiles as he goes onto his side, wrapping his arms around her.

“Nikki!” 

“Dude, I got a boner for a hot chick in my bed!” 

“Nikki, oh my god, you’re drunk!” (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, she would’ve been creeped out by this but when a hot rockstar is into you, things change. Nikki nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck. She instantly takes a deep breath in, the red tint darkens. She closes her eyes once she notices the bulge in his lower area pressing against her abdomen. Her heart starts to beat faster with each second. 

“Goodnight, Sixx.”

“Night, cutie,” he whispers against her skin, causing a shiver to go down her spine. He yawns as he closes his eyes finally, holding onto (y/n). Her, on the other hand, couldn’t go asleep right away. Her mind going all over the place as her heart could never calm the fuck down. She didn’t see this moment coming one bit, she never would have thought that her old celebrity crush would be into her. 

(y/n) wakes up with no one holding onto her, she didn’t know if she should be happy or miss the touch a little bit. She sits up, a small yawn falls out of her mouth. She stretches as she soon climbs out the bed. Her bare feet hit the ground as she starts to make her way out of the bedroom. She tries to remember from late last night of where she is in the house and head towards the kitchen at least. With every step, the scent of pancakes filled the air causing a small smile on her face. She arrives to see Nikki at the stove, making pancakes and coffee. She hears a pop of a toaster and an avocado nearby. She grabs the toast, placing the four slices down. She looks around and soon walks to the fridge, she opens it and grabs herself some butter. Nikki looks to see her there, raising an eyebrow at her already helping herself.

“Helping yourself this morning?”

“I babysat a drunk you last night, I have permission.” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head to her as he looks back at the pancakes. There he places the golden, fluffy pancakes on the plate. She places the butter down, looking around for a butter knife. She opens almost every drawer until she finds them, Nikki did his best to not laugh at her stubbornness to ask. She puts the butter on two slices of toast before she looks at him.

“Do you like avocado toast like a white girl named Amanda or do you like butter or jelly on it like a normal person?” Nikki laughs at her comparison on topping of toast, he shakes his head at her.

“I grabbed the avocado, I didn’t know if you want it or not.” (y/n) nods her head as she soon does what Nikki wants on his toast. She soon finishes the toast before she gets herself a cup of coffee, putting what she needs into it. She gets to the counter and sits on the high stools. She starts to sip her coffee as she watches Nikki. He wears a pair of black sweatpants, a loose short sleeve v neck, and a pair of black slippers. She smiles at the view of the man, soon hearing the two golden retrievers rush into the kitchen. They rush over to her, making her laugh a little. She starts to pet the two dogs, feeling their soft fur in happiness. 

“You have really pretty dogs,” she says to Nikki, he smiles as he turns around after turning the stove off. He holds the plate full of pancakes with a smile. He nods his head as he places it on the counter she was sitting at. 

“Lecia and Lucy,” he says their names as he sits in the chair next to the one she was sitting in. She smiles as she looks up at him before back at the two dogs.

“I used to have a dog growing up, a German Sheppard,” she tells him before she stands up. She goes off towards the sink in the kitchen to wash her hands, they were cover in fur from the two dogs. She soon walks back over to her seat and continues eating her toast. She soon remembers something that he had said last night, she decides to tease on it a little bit.

“Dude, how’s that boner going,” she asks with an innocent smile on her face. His eyes widen at the fact that she remembers that and that he remembers it. He sits there, frozen, afraid to look back at her. He soon swallows his pride, looking at her. He’s almost thankful for her to think of it as a joke and not him really having feelings for her, he just got out of a divorce and he doesn’t need for her to think that he’s trying to rebound with her. He sits there trying to figure out what exactly to say to her without regretting it later.

“I, uh… it’s fine,” he mutters only to get a smiling (y/n). She notices the pink tint on his face as he looks away.

“Sixx, are you actually thirty-five,” she asks him as he starts to cough a little on his drink. He soon places the coffee cup down and wiping his mouth, he looks at her in shock. There he sees her start to laugh a little, noticing her face growing a little pink. He shakes his head to her, making her nod her head.

“Cause you look under,” she flirts suddenly only to make his hazel eyes pop a little. He didn’t see that one coming, he didn’t see this whole conversation coming. He sees her wink towards him before she gets a pancake, putting whatever she wants on it. He sits there with pink all over his face and confusion with some shock written on his face. They continue eating their food, Nikki doing his best to not seem awkward or weird. She soon finishes and looks at him, seeing him still working on his food. She walks towards the sink and places the plate in it. She soon walks off, heading towards the bathroom. Nikki looks up, watching her leave. He soon pulls his phone out and goes to his text messages. There he hits the contact name for his friend, Tommy Lee. He goes to text him before he sees a rushing (y/n). He raises a confused eyebrow up at her.

“I’m sorry, Nik. I’ll return the sweats tomorrow but I gotta go. I got an emergency to babysit Casie.”

“Colson’s daughter,” he asks her only to get a head nod. He looks away from her, a frown appearing on his face. Even though there were awkward feelings between the two earlier, he still doesn’t want her to leave. With her, he didn’t want to get drunk and is afraid without her he will dig himself deeper into the rabbit hole he is stuck in already. He looks up at her with those puppy eyes that he hopes would work.

“Please, don’t leave… I don’t want to fall back and get myself into a bigger hole. I know without you here… I will fall,” Nikki confesses to (y/n). She takes a deep breath in before she nods her shakes her head.

“Nikki, I can’t,” she says before she stops and lets a small sigh out when an idea goes through her head, “let’s go to my place so I can change. Then we can go over to Colson’s, then you can help babysit Casie with me?” A smile appearing on Nikki’s face as he nods his head in approval of the idea. He hops up, saying he needs to get ready. She laughs as she watches the man get happy over spending time with (y/n) and Casie.

The two arrive at Colson’s house, (y/n) starts to loudly bang on the door causing Nikki to jump a little at how loud she has to announce herself. She rolls her eyes when she still hears the laughing inside the house. She hits the doorbell rapidly a couple of times before she knocks on the door again. 

“Colson, get off your dumb ass and open the fucking door!” Nikki laughs a little hearing that only to see the door open widely by a sweating Colson, he looked to be rushing.

“You never know when to shut up, do you?”

“Not with your deaf self,” (y/n) pushes past him to hug the little girl that rushes up to her with wide arms. Colson soon notices Nikki, raising an eyebrow in confusion to why he could be here with (y/n).

“Nikki? Haven’t seen you in a while, man,” he greets the man as he lets inside the house. Nikki nods his head in agreement as they walk towards the living room, the girls ran off to the kitchen it looks. He sits down on the couch with Colson, he raises an eyebrow at him in confusion to why he’s here with (y/n).

“I did something bad last night?”

“Booty call gone wrong?” Nikki’s eyes widen at Colson and shake his head right away. Colson couldn’t help but laugh at that, finding it funny that Nikki had to debunk that theory right away. 

“Yeah, whatever you say, old man!”

“Colson, we haven’t done a thing. I’ll tell Tommy later and we all know his fat mouth would spread all the way to your fat mouth.” Nikki rolls his eyes as he looks back at the kitchen, able to see the girls starting to work on something in the bowls and an empty muffin tray out. He watches as the two laughs and joke around. Colson soon stands up and walks to the kitchen, he hugs Casie buy and tells (y/n) that he will pay her extra for the emergency but she tells him it’s fine. Colson makes a mental note of still to pay her extra and soon heads off to wherever he needed to go so badly. Nikki finally lets a sigh out and heads towards the kitchen, sitting at the counter to watch the two.

“Oh, Casie, we have ourselves an audience!”

“Welcome to the Casie and (y/n) cooking show! We’re going to be making chocolate chip muffins!” Nikki laughs a little and nods his head. There he starts to enjoy watching the two get the items for the muffins. 

“These are going to be so good!” 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nikki says only to get a look from the two. (y/n) narrows her eyes at him before she looks at Casie with a smile on her face. 

“Alright, a challenge we accept!” Nikki nods his head at (y/n) before the woman looks at Casie. She whispers in the little girl’s ear, causing the girl to laugh. There the two continue making the muffins, joking with Nikki and ended up in a small flour fight. By small, Nikki was for probably the first time in his life wearing all white and has white hair. (y/n) puts the muffins in the oven, the three still covered in flour after their fight. She soon decides to tell Casie to take a shower and wash the flour off. Nikki stands in the kitchen, he has some flour wiped off of him but not all. He wipes the counter down as (y/n) sets the timer for the muffins. She soon joins in on cleaning the kitchen by cleaning the floor up as best she could. Turns out the floor ends up looking cleaner than it was when it was bought. 

“I know these muffins are going to turn out good.” (y/n) looks at Nikki with a raised eyebrow, she has a small smile on her face. She nods her head to him, “Yeah… muffins.”

“I also know, I may still have a boner for that hot chick in my bed last night… just it’s moved up to my heart now,” Nikki suddenly says to (y/n), making her look at him with wide eyes. She didn’t understand the feeling she feels right at this moment, staring right at his lowered head. Her (e/c) eyes notice his hazel ones staring at the ground. They travel to his hands that anxiously mess with his pants that still have flour on them. Her breathing goes out of control, gaining speed with each breath. She notices how his words seem to bring the heat to her face, knowing the feeling as blushing right away. Her hands start to shake nervously as she tries to figure out what to answer him with.

“Nikki, I,” she tries to get the words out, trying to tell him she feels the same way for the older man. He shakes his head as he finally gains the courage to look up at her in the eye.

“I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, especially since my wife left me recently.”

“Nik, it’s completely fine… even when I seem to have those feelings for you too,” she mutters to the man in embarrassment. His eyes widen hearing her say those words, a small smile appearing on his face. He couldn’t believe it, that a young woman like her who knows his age and everything about him can fall in love with him. He couldn’t believe a woman who just saw a drunk him confess his feelings and did some wild shit would stay around. He smiles as he suddenly wraps his arms around her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction he has. For some rockstar, he has a heart of gold it seems. She wraps her own arms around him, holding onto him. He soon pulls away from her a little to look at her beautiful face. He sees himself in her eyes, in her arms, in her heart, in her future. He wants to be there for as long as he can and he doesn’t care if he dies in the next month, if it’s with her it was all worth it. 

“(y/n), I hated myself for gaining feelings for you during the shooting of the Dirt. I couldn’t stop kicking myself for having feelings for someone who wasn’t my wife. I now realize maybe being with my wife isn’t worth it since she’s unable… she’s unable to stay through a dark patch with me yet here you are. Will you please, don’t leave me here and stay with me?”

“Say yes, (y/n),” the voice says behind the two, they instantly get out of each other’s arms to see Casie standing there with a smile on her face. Nikki looks at (y/n) with a smile and shrugs to her. The woman lets a small sigh out before she presses the soft kiss on the side of Nikki’s face, landing right on his star tattoo. 

“I say yes.”

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Also yes those muffins were good.

[jjpmoans]

#37, #130, #131, #153. For.. GOT7 JINYOUNG of course lol. He is not an idol here. Hello Nik~ -🍓

37: “Dance with me!”

Character : Jinyoung x OC

Word counts : 301 words

Well hello to you too 

🍓 anon! So you requested for 4 drabbles and I received your question twice. So only two of them will be posted in ask form and another two will be posted in normal post. But I will link you to it!

xxxxxx

Jinyoung watches you dance in haze in the middle of the crowd,shaking his head while watching you embarrassing yourself for the night. He chugsdown the carbonated drink, wincing at the burning feels down this throat, attemptingto stay sober by having carbonated drink instead.

He lets you drag him to the club tonight as a reward for yourhardworking ass, finishing your final year project and finally submitting itafter crying days and nights for it. Not that he didn’t offer any help, youjust rejected him with something that sounds like ‘I’m perfectly capable ofdoing it myself’ but always break down whenever he came over after you phonedhim and cried.

So when you pleaded him to bring you to the club, he sighed butagreed that you deserve some time to let yourself loose.

Something yanks him by his arm and he immediately look up, meetingyour giddy smile. “Hey!” you greet him a little bit too loud and he winces atyour volume.

“Dance with me Jinyoung!” you shout, moving your hips and yourhands like how others do, except your elbows hit his face and your hips nudgeshis kneecaps repeatedly.

Jinyoung laughs at your intoxicated state, pulling you into hisarm. “You’re drunk, baby. Let’s get you home.” You nod at once; exhaustedfeeling starts to flood through your system.

Jinyoung securely strap your seatbelt while your head hangs awkwardlyby the belt, moving the wheels to your place. While he drives, you mumble inyour sleep, making him smile in return.

“My boyfriend who has a nice ass, yes Park Jinyoung. He helps methrough this project. He has a nice heart and wonderful ass.”

Shaking his head, he focuses back on driving, letting your drunkstate mumble all the way home.

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Send me a number and a member and I’ll make you a drabble!

[walkingdeadfan25]

The One part 2

Song to listen to: Long and Lost by Florence and the Machine Three days passed as Sunday approached. I was nervous but excited at the same time . It was Sunday and I had come to a decision. I was dressed in a black high-low dress that had black lace over top of a tame yellow. The front stopped three inches above my knees and the back tampered down to gently brush the ground with a sash around the waist the same yellow as the dress. I paired it with black flats and my full moon necklace.  I loved the dress because it was simple yet elegant and everytime I walked, the back kind of swayed. It reminded me of a princess dress. I walked over to the Reagan's and entered. The house smelled great with the mouthwatering aroma of Italian food wafting through my nostrils. As I walked in, I was greeted by Nicky who pulled me into a hug which I eagerly returned. We both entered the dining room talking about a big project Nicky was working on for school. "I don't know if I should use glitter in my border or to hand draw it!" "Glitter might be a little too extreme not to mention messy and if you would like, I could draw the border for you? Just bring me the board and let me know what you want." Her eyes shined with happiness as a smile spread across her face,"That would awesome aunt Thea! You wouldn't mind would you?" "Of course not Nik! Just let me know when you want to work on it and I'll come over or you can come over." I looked around to see the whole family was there except Jamie and Sydney. "Hey Thea.", everyone greeted and came over to hug me. "Where are Jamie and Sydney?" "Oh they're on their way." "Smells good." "It better, I made it surprisingly.", Danny said proudly. "Oh Lord, let's hope we don't get food poisoning.", Joe and I joked. Danny just pulled me into a hug and gave me a playful noogie. "Hey! Not the hair you big oaf." Everyone just laughed. Soon we sat down to have dinner, it was getting late and we couldn't wait much longer for the other two. "Well tonight is not just any regular Sunday Dinner. Tonight we are going to celebrate Thea and her graduation." At that, the table busted into excitement and memories were brought up. Henry brought up the time I laughed so hard at Jamie after he got his tooth pulled I peed my pants. "Henry! We promised not to bring that up again.", I said laughing causing everyone else to bust out laughing. And that's how the rest of dinner progressed with talk of memories and all my accomplishments; top of class, valedictorian and voted most likely to succeed. No one commented on the fact that Jamie and Sydney never arrived. It hurt that my best friend couldn't even bother to call and say they couldn't make it. As dinner came to a close I looked at Frank and he nodded. "Excuse me everyone but I believe that Thea has some important news to share." Everyone's atention turned to me as I said,"So as you all know, I've graduated and my next step is college. I've applied to some colleges and got accepted to the one I wanted. However it is all the way out in Virginia." "Well Bean what school is it?Also congrats." "I've been accepted to George Mason University and I leave in three weeks to get settled." When I finished everyone jumped up to give me a hug and congratulate me. "Congrats Bean, I'm proud of you. So go make us proud even more yeah?" "Don't forget to visit." And with that the night blurred into happiness but I couldn't bury the emptiness I felt due to my best friend not being here to share this new chapter in my life. The weeks passed by after that until it came to the last Sunday Dinner. I hadn't heard or seen Jamie in those weeks before my departure and I knew leaving would be the best thing for me. In all my years, I never thought a girl would come between me and my best friend. I thought our friendship meant more but I was obviously wrong. I arrived at the Reagan's, the back of my car filled. I would be driving to Fairfax, Virginia and my apartment that awaited me. "We're going to miss you sweetheart.", Linda said as she hugged me. "I will miss you guys also." Jamie and Sydney arrived shortly after me and everyone sat down to dinner, grace was said and dinner commenced. After dinner was done and the table was cleared, I looked at my phone to check the time and saw it was time for me to head out. "Well I guess I better hit the road if I want to arrive in timee for school." Everyone's expression sobered but Jamie's whose expression was one of confusion. "What do you mean? I thought you were attending New York City University?" "No I am attending George Mason in Virginia. Which you would have known had you actually tried talking or anwering my calls.", I snapped, all the anger and sadness from being ignored and tossed aside reached the surface. "Really? You're going to blame this on me? I thought we were friends." "You don't get to say that Jamison Michael Reagan! I have stuck by you though everything and the past two years you have slipped away from me. And for what, some bitch? Our friendship obviously doesn't mean much to you. You let me get tossed aside come graduation. I bet you didn't notice me running from the building crying my eyes out. You stopped talking to me even when I tried. So don't you fucking dare say that to me!", by the end of my rant the whole family was in the room. I had tears pouring out of my eyes and Jamie didn't know what to say. "I'm not a bitch you little slut. It doesn't matter what she thinks Jamie." I turned to them and said," I hope you have a wonderful life together. And yes, I called you a bitch Sydney. I call it as I see it. As for me being a slut that would require me to have boyfriends and do more than kissing which I've had neither of. You might want to know what you're saying before you say it. And Jamie, I thought I'd let you know that she's just controlling you. I bet she was the one to convince you to become a Lawyer and apply to Harvard because I remember you talking to me about policing and being excited to be a cop just like your grandfather, dad, and brother." With that I turned to the family and apologized for the scene I caused and left the house saying I would come visit when I got the chance and that I'd call. As I stepped outside, I felt the tears spill quickly down my cheeks, slight whimpers escaping. I heard the front door open and footsteps rushing towards me. I didn't stop, just continued towards my car. "Thea wait!", I stopped but didn't turn towards him. "What do you want Jamison?", I asked, anger lacing my tone. "I-I just wanted to apologize. I haven't been the best of friends lately and I don't want to leave us like this." My heart gave a pang at the phrase 'us'. I turned towards him then and whispered," You're too late. I waited and waited thinking I MATTERED TO YOU! I WAITED TWO YEARS BUT YOU WERE NEVER THERE." I turned back around, got in my car and left, never looking back. However, I missed the look of heartbreak that was Jamie's expression and the tears silently falling down his cheeks. For once he was the one crying themself to sleep.