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titan-fodder · 4 years ago

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Prima Vista Part IV

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.6k

Warning: a big helping of abandonment/daddy issues, lots of feelings, explicit sexual content A/N: y’all are gonna be so soft and then so mad lmao.

The plan was to go to Mike's house then back to campus. You said you didn't have anything to do at your mom's, that a long phone call would suffice, which is why Mike is confused when you ask him if you can stop by before going back. It's an hour out of the way, but it's not like he has anything better to do, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about your humble beginnings.

The house is in a decent-looking neighborhood, small, nearly identical one-story homes surrounded by cracked sidewalks. He has to be careful not to trip as you make your way to the front porch, pots of dead or dying plants along the edges of it. You shove your key into the lock, twist and open, then motion for Mike to follow.

The den is dimly lit, ceiling fan above with only one working bulb. A crime show is playing on the TV but there's no one watching. There is, however, another light pouring from a back room, and as soon as you drop your bag on the couch, a head pokes out from the doorway.

"Baby girl!" A shrill voice cries, and Mike sees you grimace. "I thought you weren't coming by!"

A woman walks into the den wearing long, cotton shorts and an old tie-dye shirt then pulls you into a hug so tight that it makes you cough.

"Mom," you take a deep breath as if to refill your lungs with all the air that was pushed from them. "This is Mike."

He holds out a hand and smiles, but all your mother does is stare with round eyes and blurt, "Oh, he's a big boy."

"My fucking god." You don't yell or whine, just pinch the bridge of your nose and mumble, "Just shake his hand please."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, just was not expecting… You didn't tell me how tall he was."

"'Cause it doesn't matter. Why would I—nevermind," you cut yourself off, face falling flat just like your voice.

Mike isn't sure if he should be flattered or offended or embarrassed, so he just ignores the comment entirely and says, "Nice to meet you."

You make your escape to the back, dragging Mike with you before shutting your bedroom door and leaning against it.

"Mom is a little weird, but you'll always know where you stand with her," you tell him. "Also, sorry about the house. She’s a teacher, so she’s usually pretty beat at the end of the day. Not enough energy to do a lotta cleaning."

"Didn't even notice," he reassures you.

Mike unpacks his bag next to you, and you gather the dirty clothes from both yours and his, balling them up and taking them with you out to the garage to throw into the washing machine. Mike should have done it at his parents', but as you were packing up that morning, his mother got all teary eyed and his dad just kept shaking your tiny hands and telling you to come back, so it just didn’t happen.

Back in the living room, your mom is sitting in an old rocking chair, and Mike thinks you'll take a seat on the adjacent couch, but instead you ask, "You need help with anything? Dishes or vacuuming or somethin'?"

She looks up at you, fly-away hairs sticking out around her temples and forehead and responds, "It'd be nice if you could do the dishes. I just haven't gotten around to it."

"Can do," you nod and walk into the kitchen, opening the dishwasher and making a displeased noise at the dirty plates and bowls inside. There's room for a few more, but once it's full and running, you just clean what's left in the sink by hand. Mike finds a towel, stands next to you, and holds his hand out for every scrubbed dish, drying it and placing it in the rack to hopefully be put up later.

"You hungry?" You ask when you're done and drying your hands. "It's almost one."

"Uh, yeah. I could eat."

Truthfully, he's starving having only had a small breakfast at his parents'. He doesn't want to say that, though, doesn't want you making a big meal for him or apologizing for anything.

"Sandwiches okay?"

Something in your tone has him on edge. Your voice is too quiet, deflecting downward as if you're forcing each word from your mouth.

"Yeah," he nods. "If you get the stuff, I can make 'em." Mostly so that you can relax but also because there's no way he's gonna let you make him a fucking sandwich.

You shrug your shoulders, grab bread, lunchmeat, cheese, and condiments, then say, "You can make ours. I'll make mom's."

He knows he's missing something, but he doesn't know what, and right now he's too afraid to ask.

He eats next to you on the couch, you and your mom watching TV as Mike tries to subtly glance around. Mounted shelves are decorated with dusty, mismatched figurines, cracks opening at the corners where the walls meet the roof. The brick fireplace is stacked high with plastic tubs and books, probably from your mother’s classroom, and the carpet has seen better days.

Mike isn't judging—not in the least—but he has a feeling he knows why being here puts you in a sour mood. The house feels lived in, cluttered and cozy and worn around the edges, but it's still empty somehow.

After the three of you are finished eating, you take the paper plates and dispose of them, then tell your mom that you'll be in your room. She gives you a soft smile that you struggle to return.

It's a little more you in the bedroom, blue walls covered in old posters and collages, a quilt similar to the one in your dorm folded at the bottom of your bed. Your pillow cases are faded and covered in an old flower design that matches your sheets, and there's a small nightstand next to the headboard that's bare on top with wrinkled papers poking out of the bottom drawer.

"It's not much, but if you wanna snoop around like I always do, feel free."

Mike doesn't really want to, especially since you already seem so uncomfortable in what should be a safe space for you. The only thing he feels okay investigating is the old bookshelf next to your closet—mostly YA novels, some poetry books, an old set of The Lord of the Rings series, a textbook over rocks and minerals and another over volcanoes. Tucked away in the bottom shelf is a tiny booklet that looks like a photo album, and Mike has to fight the urge to pull it from its place and flip through the plastic pages. Anything to get to know you better.

You lay in bed, eyes locked on the ceiling, and Mike doesn't know what to do. There's a very small TV sitting on your dresser, an old DVD player next to it, so he figures he'll save both you and himself from talking by picking out a movie.

He fingers through them, not that there's a lot, just skims the spines until he pulls out a copy of Space Jam. You only glance at the screen when the intro starts, and Mike immediately zeroes in on the way your jaw sets and your brows furrow.

"I can pick something else," he tells you quietly.

You take a deep breath and shake your head. Slowly but surely your features begin to soften.

"'S'fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. My, uh…" You swallow loud enough from Mike to hear, neck bobbing with the motion. "My dad and I used to watch it all the time."

He doesn't know what to make of it or how to respond. In the months he's known you, Mike has never heard you mention your father a single time, and he's never asked in fear of what your response might be.

He moves your quilt to sit on the very edge of the bed, a little too tense as he heavily contemplates ignoring what you'd said and still switching movies.

"You can lay down, you know," you mumble. "I'm not gonna bite you."

"You have before," he tries to act casual, but it comes out too stiffly.

You laugh through your nose— "Suit yourself—" then get more comfortable on the mattress.

Michael Jordan gets pulled into a golf hole and the Loony Toons journey to retrieve his shoes from the real world. Mike is barely paying attention, more focused on the way your breathing evens out until it becomes slow and deep.

That's good. You could use a nap.

He watches you for a while, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and your lips part. You're all curled up on yourself, hands tucked under your chin, knees to your stomach, and Mike wants to slip behind you so badly, to pull you to his chest and lay with you until his heartbeat syncs with yours.

But first.

As carefully as he can, Mike stands from the bed and glides to the bookcase. He lowers himself in front of it, quickly finding what he's looking for and pulls it from the shelf.

It's a small little album, full of polaroids and old pictures cut in half. The first page sets the tone for the rest of the booklet, a photo of a very small you outside eating a popsicle next to a man that is most definitely your dad. You've got a similar facial structure as well as his coloring. Not to mention the expression he's wearing is one Mike has seen you make many times before.

The next picture is the two of you dressed up for an event. He's in a striped Polo and slacks while you're in a little checkered dress, a rose corsage on your tiny wrist. Some kind of father-daughter dance, Mike guesses.

Sitting on his lap at a fair, a chubby little boy a few years older than you standing close with a stuffed snake around his neck. A party where you're posed with an honestly frightening costume character. You in a bright, mesh jersey standing back to back with your dad, arms crossed, looking at the camera with your chins tilted upward.

They all look like good memories. The little boy in the fair picture appears several more times, and as he loses his baby fat, Mike sees the resemblance he shares with you and your father. It's too close to be a cousin—your eyes and mouths shaped the same—so he must be your brother.

Mike doesn't know how to feel about that because again, you've never uttered a word. As far as he knew, you were an only child, so why…

He gets lost in the pages, watching you grow and pose mostly next to your dad. Smiles and laughs and silly faces with your tongues sticking out. Your mom is in some, brother in others, and then, you're in a cap and gown, grinning widely next to your dad who's beginning to gray at the temples. His own smile is barely there now, a ghost of what was seen in the previous photos. It's forced, it's sad, and it's the last picture in the book.

Mike's chest hurts. He wonders what happened, when exactly you'd lost him. Was it a quick goodbye, or had it been drawn out and painful? Had he been sick for a long time? He'd looked perfectly healthy in all the shots. Maybe a car accident that took both him and your brother…

He flips to check for one last photo on the back of the page, but it's empty. However, tucked in a tiny, paper pocket is a folded up note that Mike stares at for a few solid minutes, debating the pros and cons of reading it. He knows he's already violated your privacy by looking through the album, and fuck, he's only been in your house for a couple hours at most—how has he already managed to tumble down such a humongous rabbit hole?

Your tiny snores reach his ears, and Mike gently pulls the note out, biting his lip as he unfolds it as quietly as possible. It's soft, like it's been read too many times, and the letters scribbled in all caps are beginning to fade, but the words are still legible.

It starts with your name, and then it's all apologies—sorry I can't stay, I have to leave, you don't understand how much this hurts me and so on.

Mike's eyebrows pull together the further he reads, blood pounding against the walls of his arteries, pulse picking up because he understands now.

Your father wasn't in any sort of accident; he just left.

The letter ends with a gut-wrenching, You'll always be my little girl, and Mike nearly crumples the paper up to throw away. He resists somehow, simply folds it with shaky hands and slips it back into the pocket at the back of the album.

He's never been so mad at a stranger in his life. This must be it. This must be why you are—

"Should've known you'd go straight for the photo album."

Your voice makes Mike's body jolt, his face heating as he turns to look at you with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"

You wave him off and prop yourself up on an elbow. "It's whatever."

But, it's not. It's this huge part of you that still affects you to this day. Mike is no psychologist, but he has a pretty good feeling this is the main reason you hold everyone at arm's length.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"What's there to tell?"

Sitting up fully, your gaze moves to the screen just in time to see Michael Jordan step off of the spaceship and onto the baseball field. I Believe I Can Fly is playing, and you're gritting your teeth.

"It's not anything that comes up in normal conversation anyway. I wasn't just gonna hit you with it outta nowhere. Also," you look back to Mike, eyes still sleepy, lips pulling downward in a frown. "I'm not the only one who hid stuff about my family."

Mike sighs and quietly tells you, "That's different," as he closes the album and slides it back into the row of books.

"Is it, though? Is it really?"

"I..."

Mike shuts his mouth and actually thinks on it. He wasn't trying to lie to you about his home life or his heritage. He's only half Greek on his mom's side, after all, and he's only been to the country to visit family a couple of times—once when he was a child and once right before college. The culture is a little different over there, but it all seems so natural to him, especially after being raised to speak the language.

Honestly, he didn't ever tell you because he didn't think to, but Mike can understand the shock of walking into his childhood home and getting thrown through that loop. It must have been jarring for you.

It's a positive aspect of his life, though. It's not something that's damaged him or made him cold toward others. And, he hates describing you in such a way, but it's true.

At least it makes sense now.

"I guess not," he shrugs. He's not about to fight you on it.

You stare at him for a while, waking up a bit more as you rub your eyes and stretch.

Then, you flop back down on your pillows.

"So. Any questions, Zacharias?"

He's surprised that you're asking, and though he doesn't want to twist the metaphorical knife in your gut, he still replies honestly: "Too many."

A long exhale through your nose, and then you're patting the mattress next to you and grumbling, "Fine, I'll do my best, but you gotta come up here."

"Why? You gonna need to cuddle afterward?" He can't help but tease.

"Fuckin' maybe, dude! We're about to get into my god damn trauma so—"

Mike is up on his feet and flying toward the bed. He isn't about to sabotage the one fucking moment you're opening yourself up.

"Alright, what first?" You ask, trying to look bored, but Mike can clearly see that you're nervous.

"He left."

"Yeah."

And then he gets the full story.

Your dad was pretty perfect during your younger years—a bit of a workaholic but still good. He took you to dances like the one you'd both dressed for in the photograph. You'd spend days at amusement parks where he'd carry you on his shoulders. He coached the basketball team you'd played on as a child.

"Not saying he played favorites, but I was definitely closer to him than my brother was."

The brother who developed a drug problem at fourteen, who was always either out with his little addict friends or at home where he would just scream at you and your mom.

"He went to rehab a couple times, but it didn't stick."

He left home at seventeen and hasn't gotten in touch with you or your parents since.

"I keep thinking one day we'll get a call from the police saying they found his wallet on a fucking corpse, but who knows. Maybe he got clean. Maybe he started a family somewhere else. He'd be twenty-five now."

"Were you ever close with him?"

You shrug. "We spent a lot of time together when we were really little, but even back then he was kinda a mean kid."

It very quickly circles back to your father. Mike still doesn't feel like he has all the answers, so he asks through the skin of his lip, "Why'd he leave?"

At this point, you've got your head in his lap as he sits against the wall. He smooths your hair back from your face every once in a while, something his mom used to do to him when he was very young that always soothed him.

He hopes it's having the same effect on you, thinks it might be considering you've had your eyes closed for a while now, humming now and then as you talk.

"Honestly, I don't really know. I don't think he and my mom were ever in love. Like, they just kinda settled for each other," you sigh. "They didn't have a lot in common. They had different upbringings. But, they didn't fight or anything—not in front of us. They were good at hiding the hard times from me and my brother. They just didn't… click."

Mike bites his tongue, wonders if that was hard to watch or if you'd been too naive to notice.

Then, there's his second train of thought that's really just the voice in his head screaming, we click, though! You and I work! But he keeps it to himself. This isn't about you and him.

"I think maybe dad had, like, a 'stay together for the kids' mentality 'cause as soon as I graduated, he was fuckin' gone. And, I mean gone. We went to a graduation party the next weekend that lasted a few hours—just me and mom—and when we got back his truck wasn't in the driveway and his drawers were empty. He left that note you read on my desk."

Mike breathes. Just breathes. He tries to make sense of it, how someone could just do that without a real reason. There hadn't been any explanation in the letter, only apologies.

"Have you seen him since?"

You open your eyes and reply, "Nope," popping the 'p'. "I don't know where he is, and he hasn't reached out. Mom made the drive to my grandma's—his mom—but she said she didn't know where he was either. Pretty sure she was covering for him, though. She was always kind of a bitch. You know, save for the whole paying for my college and all."

Mike snorts at this, not that there's anything funny about the situation. It's just his first reaction.

You ignore it, moving on with an, "Anyway."

"Anyway," he mimics.

"I don't know if you've noticed in the short time you've been here, but my mom is a little… off. Not super good at taking care of herself."

"Is this why?"

"Clever boy," you show a bitter smile. "I didn't really understand since they weren't, like, in love or whatever, but… I think it was the betrayal more than anything. Like, it came outta nowhere, a big ol' slap in the face."

"Plus, he left you behind," Mike adds, as if you don't already know.

Looking up at him, you raise your eyebrows and smirk. "And, now you know about my abandonment issues." The last part comes out in high-pitched, melodic syllables, a little song that would be funny if Mike didn't know it was a coping mechanism. It most definitely is, though. He can tell that you're the type to mask every issue with humor and sarcasm. It's how you've been dealing with him for the last several months.

"So, that's my story," you conclude on an exhale. "Now you know all my dirty secrets."

"For some reason I don't think that's all of them," Mike pets your hair again. "But, probably the important ones."

"Mm. I guess."

The rest of the day is really just spent killing time. You cook an easy dinner that you refuse to let Mike help with, then sit in the den with your mom just like you did at lunch. A medical show is playing. Then a reality show. Then a game show. None of you say much of anything, and it's painfully awkward for Mike now that he knows what happened, but he can power through a few days of this if it makes you feel better.

Hours pass until you can retreat, and moonlight shines through your bedroom window, not that Mike needs it. He's memorized your body at this point, knows where to touch without even seeing. He makes sure to be gentle, to suckle and blow on your pebbled nipples as you card fingers through his hair and breathe faster and faster.

Leaving love bites down your chest and stomach, he sucks on your skin, gently grazing his teeth over every bruise. Mike wants you to see them all the next day—not a staked claim, just something you can't ignore when you look in the mirror, evidence of his feelings in every mark.

When you're finally nice and relaxed, he spreads your legs and licks into you, trying not to be too rough with his beard, but a few swipes of it over your clit leave you shaking in his grasp. You whisper his name, the common one that everyone knows him by, but then, rolling off your tongue like a prayer, you call him, "Miche," and he can't help the rumble that rises in his chest.

It should be strange. That's the name only his family uses, the one he was born with. He only simplified it so that kids in school wouldn't ask questions or make fun of him, and after that, it just sort of stuck. But, here and now, falling from your lips, it's so soft. So intimate.

You whimper when he sucks on your folds, making them swell, making them sensitive. And then, he's pushing his tongue inside of you and humming happily at the taste. His nose is bumping against your clit, and Christ, you even smell good to him—that ripe, tangy aroma that has Mike going a little crazy. He has to make sure he doesn't get too carried away. You can't make very much noise even with the rattling of the air conditioner, but as he slowly slides a finger into your pussy, he hears you moan around the fist you're holding to your mouth.

He stretches you just enough to get you ready, then he holds himself over you and pushes into your wet cunt. Your eyes are open, locked with Mike's as your brow raises and your jaw drops. It's erotic, something you've never done with him before. You typically either gaze somewhere other than his face or keep your eyes squeezed shut.

Tonight, though, you've been vulnerable and apparently want to stay that way for a little while longer.

He bends to catch you in a kiss, lips and tongues moving just as slowly as his hips, and when you reach to tug at Mike's hair, he pants into your mouth.

Those words are there again, stuck in his throat but slowly crawling upward until they're just there, pouring from his tongue, "I lo—"

Until you cut him off with a sharp, "Don't."

He makes a noise of frustration, wants to protest because he's so deep inside of you, and you're holding onto him like you want him—truly want him, but you mutter once more against his lips, "Don't say it, Miche."

So, he doesn't. He bottles the confession up and keeps it locked away, hoping like hell that one day you'll let him tell you.

After you climax and coat his cock in slick and cream, he gives a few more thrusts and comes inside of you, filling you with himself and wondering why you're so willing to accept him in that way but not in any other.

He's hurting again, like he did at his parents' as you walked around like you belonged there. Except it's worse now.

If you don't want him to say it, that means you don't want to say it back.

He stays with you for a few more minutes before pulling out. You leave to clean up, and while you're gone, Mike sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he tries to get it all out of his system, whispering it out loud to himself:

I love you. I love you, I love you.

You still let him hold you as you fall asleep, gripping his hand until you can't anymore, and as Mike drifts off behind you, he has one last thought—Just let me.

* There’s only three weeks left of the semester when you head back to campus, and you intend to make the most of every passing day.

You pay better attention in class. You study harder in the library to prepare for final exams. You go to a few more Pi Alpha Kappa parties, making sure not to burn yourself out. And, you let Mike fuck your brains out every few days. Sometimes it’s late at night after those parties. Sometimes you're too tired after the nights of drinking and end up just going to bed only to wake up in the morning and have slow, sleepy sex. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the afternoon when you both have breaks between classes.

Neither of you bring up anything that happened over the break—meeting families, details about your childhoods, how much you learned about one another in general.

Most importantly, neither of you address that first night at your mom’s, the way Mike had basically worshiped your body, how he’d come so close to uttering the three words you least want to hear.

Thinking about it still makes your chest tighten, your heart beat faster. Sometimes when you’re sharing his bed with him, back pressed to his chest, large arm slung over your waist, you think about why it is you’re so vehemently against it. The two of you already act like a couple most of the time. You walk with each other to class when you can. You stick to each other’s sides at parties. You fuck like rabbits and don’t care who knows about it.

And, though you’re hesitant to admit it even to yourself, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him. Mike is your best friend at this point. He’s insanely hot. He’s goofy. He’s kind. Yeah, the frat boy persona he puts on around his friends is annoying, but you understand it a little better now. Plus, he always takes off the mask when he’s alone with you, giving both you and himself a break from it.

You know your time with him is quickly coming to an end—for about two months, at least—and whenever you think too hard about it, it makes you pout and huff. You’re not looking forward to your summer classes without him, but he promises on several occasions that you can call him while he’s at his parents’ if you ever need help with the material.

It’s impressive, the way he’s able to act like nothing happened. You know it must be troubling him, but it’s not like you can do anything to soothe him. If he was really upset with you, he would have stopped spending time with you, but he hasn’t. He just bottles it up, keeps smiling at you all crookedly, and keeps satisfying you in the bedroom (more than satisfying honestly. There’s really not a word to describe what he does).

He’s back to getting along with everyone in the Pike house, everyone being Erwin. It’s a relief just because you don’t have to put up with the tension between them, but it’s also awkward. And, a little frightening.

The brothers have Smash Brothers tournaments and movie nights, a few date parties here and there, and it never fails that at some point during the evenings, you find your neck prickling as it always does when you feel someone staring at you. You always hope it’s Mike. Fuck, you wish it was him. But, when you glance up and around, it’s Erwin. Every time. His deep blue eyes are trained on you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward on one side. It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or if he’s got Maddie or some other girl sitting in his lap. He's fucking shameless, and it makes your stomach hurt.

You keep your mouth shut for the sake of the friendship but also for the sake of Erwin’s pretty face. If he and Mike ever got into an actual fight, Erwin would probably be able to get a good few punches in, but you’re nearly positive Mike would end up destroying him in the long run. That could get him kicked out of school. That could get him thrown in jail.

Finals roll around, and you manage to pass all of them without issue, even getting grades above the class average. You feel fantastic, like your long term goals might actually be attainable. You have a long road ahead of you, but your GPA at the end of the year is more than enough to raise your confidence.

Mike asks you to come back to his house for the couple weeks between the end of the semester and the start of your summer courses, but you turn him down, too scared of what might happen while you’re there. Acting like a couple in front of his parents will only exacerbate his feelings as well as yours, and you’d like to avoid that as best you can.

Even now as you’re standing outside by the Jeep, he tries to persuade you one last time, almost pleading, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Miche, I’m sure,” you tell him, trying to stay stern, but it’s hard when his sea glass eyes light up at the sound of his real name. It’s a habit you’ve gotten into, a bad one considering how much he likes it. How much you like it. “I already told you I wanna spend the free time I have at mom’s. I need to check up on her and… Probably clean, honestly.”

He lets out a little grunt of disappointment, then nods. “Yeah, I get it.”

“You saw what she’s like,” you remind him. “Someone needs to drop in every once in a while to make sure she isn’t, like, wasting away or something.”

“Makes sense. I’ll be bummed, though.”

“Be bummed all you want,” you smile. “I’ll probably still bother you over break. A lot.”

He sounds terribly sincere when he mumbles, “You never bother me.” It makes your stomach flip in the way you do not enjoy.

Mike sighs, taking in one of those deep breaths that makes his broad chest rise then fall, calling attention to it and making you bite your bottom lip.

“Alright, I should get going,” he concedes, bending down to kiss you too deeply for simple friends with benefits. It doesn’t stop you from humming into his mouth and smiling against him. You hold him by the back of his neck as he pulls your body close to his, his voice muffled when he tells you mischievously, “Don’t forget to send pictures.”

It makes you laugh, and you lean back to swipe your tongue over his lips so that he groans and chases after you.

“I promise I will. Perv.” The beating sun is nothing in comparison to the way your body heats at the thought. You’ve sent him nudes before, but the idea of him looking at them from hours away, fisting his cock as he admires your body through his phone… It makes seeing him off even harder.

After a couple more softer kisses, Mike swings into the Wrangler and pulls out of the lot. You stand in his parking space and watch him until he’s out of sight, then walk back to your dorm, dragging your feet the whole way.

You only stay at your mom’s house for a week, and just like you predicted, you spend most of it cleaning. She thanks you the whole time but makes excuses in between. You just reassure her that you don’t mind even though you do. She really should see a therapist and sort out the depression she’s been stuck in for a few years now, but telling someone they need professional help is easier said than done.

Sleeping in your old bed is much harder this time around. You're all too aware of the weight that isn't behind you, and most nights you lay awake for at least a couple of hours trying to imagine it.

Like you’d promised, you send him a few pictures, some of them just lewd selfies with your tits pouring out of the cups of your bra, but others are of your naked body in the bathtub, sometimes a shot of you with your hand between your legs. It feels wrong to touch yourself in your childhood home, but it’s necessary, especially when Mike sends you a few pictures of his own—one with his torso on display, defined abs absolutely mouthwatering and the V of his hips suggestively leading into mesh shorts. Another is of him in the gray joggers he wears all the time, the ones that always show off his cock.

He’s so fucking hot it atually hurts, makes your pussy throb as you crave his touch. It’s an awful feeling honestly, but even worse than that is the way you miss him. You aren’t supposed to miss him. You’re just supposed to be friends who have sex. Nothing more than that.

It's why you’re glad to go back to school. Your classes will distract you, keep you from thinking about him too much. The semester is shorter during the summer, so you have to work even harder than you do during fall and spring. You don’t really think it’ll be a problem since you’re trying to cram your brain full of anything other than Mike which is great motivation for studying.

Nothing is gonna get you off track, you tell yourself. Nothing will interfere with your studies. That’s the plan.

Then, you meet Zeke Jaeger.

* You're studying in the library. It seems like you spend most of your time here, nice and quiet and empty. The campus isn't nearly as busy in the summer as it is during the rest of the school year. No parties, no sporting events, just you alone with your books.

It's nice. Most of the time. A little boring but mostly nice.

Your eyes are getting tired, and when you check your phone, you realize why. It's almost eleven PM, meaning you've been studying for about six hours. You've had longer nights, usually spent on the phone getting quizzed on the information you're learning with a few breaks in between, but that wasn't the case tonight as Mike had to spend the day with family from out of town.

It's okay. You're supposed to be distancing yourself anyway.

Taking a deep breath, you pack up your books and slide your laptop into your bag, then stand and swing it over your shoulder.

The strap is too long. The bag swings too hard, and your heart sinks when you hear a little grunt followed by a, "Agh, hot!"

Turning with wide eyes, you immediately start apologizing, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, fuck, I'm so sorry!"

A head of light blond hair looks up from the brown stain on his white t-shirt, icy blue eyes narrowed behind wire-rimmed glasses, but when he sees the mortification on your face, his own expression softens, and he chuckles.

"It's fine. You can calm down."

You're still breathing heavily, guilt making your hands shake, but he really doesn't look angry. In fact, he's grinning now, eyebrows raised like he's amused.

The longer you stare at him, the more familiar he looks. You're pretty sure you've seen him before. Many times before, actually, and then it clicks that this guy is on the front page of the school website. You see him every fucking time you log in, looking much more stern than he does now. Baseball hat and jersey, mitt on one hand as he hides his other in it, and yeah, you know him.

"You're Zeke Jaeger."

He makes a face, scrunching his nose up and squinting. "Yeeeeah, I guess I am."

Best pitcher in the college league despite being a sophomore like you. He's beaten the records of some major league players.

You don't give a fuck about baseball, have never even been to any of the school's games, but you've been hearing about Zeke since the last season. You've learned to tune it out because, again, no shits given (and also you're much more partial to lacrosse now), but he's hard to ignore when he's staring you right in the face.

"Well, uh," you try to act casual. It's something you're pretty good at these days. "Cool."

He snorts, picking his shirt off his chest to air it out like it'll help, then says, "I don't know your name, though."

You run your tongue over your teeth, wondering why he cares, then introduce yourself.

"Oh, you're Zacharias' little girlfriend, aren't you?"

Your stomach flips at the mention of him.

"We're not dating."

Zeke cocks his head to the side. "No?"

"No. Just friends."

He hums but doesn't say anything, and your eyes are once again drawn to his chest as he fans over the stain.

"Okay, let me get you a new shirt or something," you try.

He laughs again. "I highly doubt you've got a men's shirt tucked in that bag of yours, sweetheart."

"I—" you pout for a second, mumble, "Okay, yeah, fair point."

"Another coffee, though," he muses out loud. "Wouldn't be the worst thing."

You shoot him a finger gun and smack your lips. "On it. Where do you get coffee at eleven o'clock?"

"I'll walk with you," he states more than offers.

Then, you're both leaving the library, leaving campus, and going to a little 24 hour cafe where you blow on lattes and cover the basics about each other—philosophy major, valedictorian of his high school class, playing baseball since age seven, etc. You should sleep. You should get ready for another long day of studying.

But it's hard to make good decisions when Zeke Jaeger is smirking at you from across the table like you're the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

* Zeke gets your number that night. You're not exactly sure how, but he does.

Then he doesn’t text you for three days. It doesn’t bother you that much. You figure he has other things to focus on. He’s on campus to take a couple courses and practice for the upcoming season, so he’s probably just busy. If that night had just been a one-off, it’s fine with you. It was cool to talk to him, but your heart isn’t broken.

These are all the thoughts and justifications running through your head when you’re in class on Tuesday and your phone lights up during the PowerPoint lecture. You glance down, expecting Mike or Hitch, but it’s an unknown number instead. Eyes flicking from the projection screen to your much tinier one, you slide to open the message and chew on your lip.

Hey, it’s Zeke. You have classes this afternoon?

You do not. And, you are too quick to tell him that.

He takes you to a little Mom and Pop restaurant, too far to walk so you end up riding in the black Bronco he drives, trying to convince yourself that it definitely does not make him any more attractive to you. Because you aren’t attracted to him in the first place. Right?

You sit at a table for two eating paninis and fruit. Zeke asks how classes are going, you ask about practice, and as you talk, he gets that look in his eyes again, like you amuse him or interest him or something.

It confuses you, and for a moment, you’re taken back to last fall at that first Pi Kappa Alpha party, the one you met Mike at when he tried to get you to shotgun a beer. God, he had been so obnoxious back then, always following you around and flirting and—

“You listening, sweetheart?”

Your eyes refocus on the man in front of you, his raised eyebrows and little smirk. “Looks like you’re a million miles away. Sorry if I’m boring you.”

“No, no,” you try to defend. “I just zoned out for a second. Realized I, uh, got an answer wrong on the quiz I took today.”

“That sucks,” he hums. “Anyway, I can stop talking about baseball.”

“It’s okay. Just go over the last, like, ten seconds,” you say with a laugh, hoping your cheeks will stop burning sooner rather than later.

Zeke chuckles and does just that, doesn’t seem irritated or put out. He tells you about how he has a new trainer this year to warm him up and make sure his throwing arm is in top shape. “I hope he’s as good as my last. Colt was always on it, knew exactly how hot to make the warm compresses and how cold to make the ice packs. Stuff like that. He learned my needs.”

You both laugh, and if it was anyone else, you’d have an innuendo sliding off your tongue, but for some reason, you don’t think Zeke would want to hear it, like he’d be unimpressed with your vulgar humor.

Back at the college, he drives you to your dorm, explaining that he lives in the apartments on the other side of campus and wouldn’t want to make you walk that far. Then, as you slide out of the Bronco, he stops you with a smooth, “Hey,” that makes you look over your shoulder at him. “Make sure you save my number in your phone, okay? I’ll text you soon.”

The way your stomach flips is worrisome, a feeling you’re only used to when you’re with…

“Yeah, okay.”

He grins widely and nods, then waits for you to get a good distance away from the car before driving off.

No distractions, you’d said. It’ll be good for your focus, you’d said.

What a fucking joke.

Mike has to help you with some homework that weekend. You can hear his smile through the phone, snort when he makes his little nerd jokes, then sigh when he gets to the actual subject and explains it to you without a problem. His brain is incredible, and when you think about it too hard, it makes you warm inside.

“You’re so fucking smart. Why don’t you let people know?”

“Maybe I just want you to know,” he chuckles. “You think I wanna spend my days tutoring every idiot who needs help?”

“Miche, did you just call me an idiot?”

You hear another breathy laugh followed by a sigh. “I have many, many names for you, but ‘idiot’ isn’t one of them.”

“Oh yeah?” You play. “And, what might those other names be?”

He lists a few, all of them making your face flush and your body tingle, and before you know it, you’ve got your pants off and your fingers between your legs. You can hear Mike’s heavy breathing on the other end, the wet sound of his hand stroking his lubricated cock, and when you reach your climax, you moan out your usual, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Miche.”

He tumbles down right behind you, panting and telling you in a voice of disbelief, “Jesus, it just keeps coming.” It makes the pulses of your orgasm even stronger, remembrance of all the times he’s painted you in white, and God, you are so ready for him to get back to the school.

Then, there’s the voice in the back of your head that makes you think maybe it’s better that he’s gone for now, that he might not be too pleased that you’re spending time with another guy. But, it’s not like things with Zeke are going anywhere. You wouldn’t even call him a friend. You text on and off, have brunch or lunch or coffee depending on the time of day.

And, yeah, he calls you pet names, tells you that you look nice even when you’re just in leggings and a t-shirt, talks about his family and…

Okay, it could potentially lead to something more, but it’s only been a week, and considering his golden boy status, he could have anyone he wants, so why would he even be interested in you in any way, shape, or form?

Naturally, your thoughts circle back to Mike and the way he could have any girl on his arm, but he still chooses to spend time with you. To fuck you. To nearly confess his feelings to you. You have to wonder if you’re emitting some kind of scent or beacon, if there’s a sign hanging above your head with an arrow pointing down. Sports gods, come get a piece.

If only you’d never gone to that party. If you had just kept your head down like you had freshman year. Your life would be so much easier now.

But now you’re in Zeke’s apartment listening to him rant about some philosopher you’ve never even heard of. He’s gesturing with his hands, flipping curling, blond bangs from his face, and whenever he pauses to think, he scratches his beard. He’s very fond of the white t-shirts and jeans get-up, sometimes switches it up and wears a button down under a sweater vest. Both looks are becoming of him no matter how much you try to deny it, but when he drops down onto the couch next to you and peers into your god damn soul with those piercing, blue eyes, you have to choke back a dreamy sigh.

What is happening to you?

“So, what do you think about it?” He asks, looking hopeful that you might have some insight on this matter.

But, you simply laugh and shake your head. “Zeke,” you start. “I’m gonna be real honest with you here. I didn’t understand a fucking thing you just said.”

You assume he’ll be disappointed, maybe tire of you since you can’t be as intellectually stimulating as he’d like you to, but Zeke exhales in a lighthearted sort of way, shows one of those amused smiles, and tells you, “You’re cute.”

Anyone else and you would have snapped back, something along the lines of, don’t fucking patronize me, but with Zeke, all you can do is stare at him and let your lips part, silently asking for something you won’t speak out loud.

His gaze moves to your mouth for a split second. That soft smile turns into one of his famous smirks. Then, he’s back on his feet and asking, “You wanna go to dinner?”

You are more than relieved at the shift in atmosphere, but your heart is still beating too hard as you follow him downstairs and to his car.

* Summer is passing quickly. Too quickly. The eleven week classes are kicking your ass, or are close to kicking your ass. Lucky for you, you have your own private tutor just a call or text away. Mike helps you, and you laugh and goof around, shoot off innuendo after innuendo, but the phone sex slows to a halt eventually. You tell him that you’re tired, and you are. It isn’t a lie. But, it also isn’t the full truth.

Between classes when you could be resting, you’re eating out with Zeke. Or, watching him and the rest of the baseball team practice for the upcoming season. Or, sitting in his apartment, watching movies and chatting about all manner of things. Nothing important, of course—there’s no diving deep into your life story like you had done with Mike over Spring Break, but Zeke still learns the little things about you. Why you’re majoring in geosciences and how you became good friends with some of the Pike guys. You don’t give him the full details on that one—that you got blackout drunk and fucked Mike and just couldn’t stop. You don’t think Zeke would be interested in hearing about it anyway.

You learn a bit about his dad and stepmom, the latter of whom he isn’t very fond of. He also has a little brother who’ll be attending the college starting this fall, and he’s interested in the Greek life. Naturally, you build PKA up. Even if there are some… Problematic people in the house, there are also a lot of really good guys.

“I’ll make sure to pass it along to him,” Zeke tells you one evening as you’re both sprawled on the couch, backs against the armrests as you face each other. It’s how he seems to prefer to sit when the TV isn’t on. When you asked him why, he had told you, “Just like looking at you,” and you didn’t know how to respond. You still don’t know how to respond.

“Eren thinkin’ about joining any sports?” You ask now. “Does baseball run in the family or anything?”

Zeke snorts. “Kid couldn’t hit a baseball even if it was on one of the t-ball stands.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.”

“I would say he’s more academically inclined, but,” Zeke sighs. “That would be a lie.”

You can never tell if he actually likes his brother. Most of the time he complains about him, but every once in a while he’ll bring up something cute Eren did as a little boy, and you see a fond glimmer in his light eyes.

“Anyway,” Zeke waves off the subject and transitions to a new one—one that makes your stomach drop. “Are you gonna tell Zacharias about us?”

You choke on your own spit, leaning forward to cough a couple times, then challenge him with a nervous laugh, “I wasn’t aware there was anything to tell him.”

Zeke tilts his head, mouth pulling up as he raises his eyebrows. “Come on,” he chuckles.

“Come on, what?” You frown. If you were with Mike, you both would have died at that. Come on my face, you can hear him say, and you have to fight a smile because there’s absolutely no way you could explain that to the man in front of you.

“You don’t have to play coy, sweetheart. We both know there’s something going on between us.” He says it with such confidence that even if he wasn’t right you wouldn’t be able to argue with him. The assumption should annoy you, should make you scoff and leave, but instead you sit there staring, caught up in his gaze and cocky grin.

“I—”

“It’s okay, you know. Not like you’re alone in this.”

Those questions swim through your mind again, all the insecurities that you’ve been sorting through with Mike, but now that voice is louder because that sense of trust hasn’t formed yet. You’ve only connected with Zeke over meals and movies. It sounds domestic, but despite your apparently obvious attraction to him, you still don’t feel like you really know him.

But, he draws you in, like a moth to a flame. You can’t help it. There’s just something about him that makes you want him to like you, like you want to impress him, like you want to be good for him. You’ve been trying to ignore those thoughts, but they’re much harder to fight now that you’re sitting in front of him, taking in his wavy hair and pale blue eyes, that ever present smirk on his face, the curve of his neck that disappears into his shirt.

He could just want sex. He could just want a fling. Wait for everyone to get back on campus and drop you for another girl. You tell yourself you wouldn’t care; you’re good at keeping things casual.

Wouldn’t it be fun to be his arm candy for a while, though? Let people look at you and whisper louder than they did when they’d see you and Mike together? You don’t care about status, about being in the spotlight. It’s more for the experience, dating someone who could teach you things.

Mike teaches you things, that voice pops up again. He’s been helping you with your work for almost a year now. You can’t just overlook that.

“What, are you weighing the pros and cons over there or something?”

You snort. “Maybe. We still don’t really know each other all that well, Zeke.”

“Might I remind you that we’ve been hanging out all summer? Did you honestly think it wouldn’t lead to anything more?”

“Honestly,” you mimic, “I never thought you’d be interested.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His brow furrows like he’s genuinely confused. “You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute.”

God, you can’t even count how many times he’s called you ‘cute’, how many times it’s made you blush over the last several weeks, just like it does now.

Then, he pushes, “Do you not find me at—”

“Of course I do,” you cut him off. “I don’t know who doesn’t, which is exactly why I don’t know where this is coming from.”

Zeke sighs like he’s annoyed, then turns the hand on his thigh palm up and beckons you with two fingers. “Come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.”

Your blood pressure spikes, breaths coming in little puffs that have no way of getting to your brain. It’s probably why you obey, rolling to your knees and clumsily crawling over to him. You stop short, right between his bent knees, but Zeke sits up, straightens his legs, and pulls you into his lap.

More of that precious air leaves your lungs as you exhale too sharply, staring at him with huge eyes. You don’t know what’s happening, can’t believe it’s happening. It doesn’t feel real even as you rest your hands on his shoulders, even when he holds your hips and pulls you so that your full weight is on him, but fuck, you can’t say anything. You can’t make a sound. All you can do is wait for him to make his next move.

“Why do you look scared?” His voice is just above a whisper, but at this proximity you can hear him without a problem.

“I don’t have a lot of experience sitting in men’s laps,” you manage, trying to keep your usual careless tone, but you doubt it works.

“For some reason I don’t believe that.”

You rear back, actually offended. “Excuse m—”

That ire, however, melts away as quickly as it arose. Zeke slides fingers up your waist, all the way to the back of your neck to bring your face to his—your lips to his.

He feels different, not at all what you’re used to. His kiss is more demanding, hungry, and God, you still can’t breathe, can’t think straight because his tongue is moving past your lips, and you’re letting it, letting him taste you as your fingertips dig into the flesh of his shoulders. You lift yourself from him just a little only for Zeke to pull you back down with the hand still gripping your hip. He makes sure you feel him when he grinds up into you, the zipper of his jeans rubbing you through your little shorts so that you gasp into his mouth.

You both stay like that for what feels like a fucking eternity, biting and sucking on lips, stroking over each others’ tongues until you absolutely have to break apart. You’re panting now, body still tense on top of his, and Zeke stares at you with half-lidded eyes and shows the ghost of a smile.

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

The statement sets you on fire, so much so that all you can do is whimper quietly and lean in for more.

And, as you get lost in Zeke Jaeger, you decide for yourself.

I need to tell Mike

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byuntrash101 · 3 years ago

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Ahhhh I just wanna try this out but I really don't know what I want. I just know that I want bbh 😩

1. Bday: Feb. 27, 1999 (I was born at 5:35 AM UTC+8 if that's important lmao)

2. Baekhyun 😭

3. I'm letting you take the wheel man. I trust you.

4. I love smut. But if you think it doesn't fit us then I'm fine with none.

It's okay if you don't accept this request though. I will forever be here silently reading your stories 🤗

Hello Anon! OMG you're so so cute!!!! Thank you for reading. I didn't know what you wanted so i went with something cute and a little angsty. I hope you enjoy ^^ don't hesitate to tell me :D

Warnings - angst (kinda), shower sex, body worship (f), oral (f)

Eternal Beauty - Pisces!Reader & Taurus!Baekhyun

When you push in the door of your appartement tonight you feel bummed out, saddened and heavy hearted. Your job as a model was, most of the time, fulfilling and it was amazing getting to be the part of an artistic process such as the making of a collection of clothes. You liked to catwalk or pose for photoshoots. You liked to look at the stylish piece together beautiful outfits and you liked to see the make-up artists do their magic. As a Pisces woman art and spirituality was a big part of you and having it as part of your job felt just right.

But unfortunately there were days, like today, that it wasn’t picture perfect. You auditioned to catwalk at the Paris Fashion Week for Céline. One of the designers you’ve admired ever since you started your career. And you got the job, yes, but originally they said you were going to close the show and wear the center piece. A gorgeous destructed ball gown inspired by grunge and underground culture. But alas, they announced today that they decided to go with somebody else.

What was supposed to be an accomplishment for you turned bitter as you couldn't help but to see it as a failure. You should be happy to be a part of the show. That only is already a great accomplishment but… you can’t.

Your creative nature comes with a downside because your imagination serves you to escape reality but sometimes it also takes your brain to dark places, washing your own confidence away, down the drain.

Baekhyun, a true Taurus, didn't pick up right away that something was wrong with your mood. You usually like to spend time on your own so it didn’t ring any bells when you simply said hello and went straight to the shower. Pisces when hurt tend to seek solitude.

But even if the bull isn’t notorious to be discreet he’s still far from dumb so when you seem to take a little too long he comes in.

“Sweetheart…” he’s hesitant. “Are you okay?” you sniffle.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” you lie.

Baekhyun knows it.

“Can I come with you?” he asks, still hesitant.

“Yeah” you huff out, rubbing the tears away with more water.

When he steps in the big Italian style shower he notices right away your watery eyes and your pinkish reddish nose. And he knows you’ve been crying. The taurus man can’t stand seeing the ones he loves hurt so his first reaction is anger.

“Who did that to you?” His big voice bounces off the wall and makes you flinch. It’s the last thing you need right now. You feel fragile and hurt, you don’t need to hear yelling. When your eyes fill up with tears again, Baekhyun hugs you.

“My baby girl” he cooes as you quietly sob in his arms. “What happened?” he says, trying to catch your gaze.

So you tell him the whole story and somehow talking out loud about your struggles has lessened them. Baekhyun and you work together beautifully and harmoniously. You give him the whim he sometimes lacks and he’s able to ground you in like the stable and robust earth sign he is.

“Maybe I wasn't pretty enough?” you let out, repressing a sob, your lip trembling. There it is. The mean thought that you have been throwing at yourself ever since the big news this afternoon. The thought that has been eating away at your confidence.

“What?!?” Baekhyun says outraged. You chuckle cutely at his exaggerated reaction.

“My baby, you are the most beautiful woman on earth” he says as he attacks you with kisses in the crook of your neck as warm water runs down your back.

“Stop it” you say, nudging him.

“Baby I’m dead serious. I’ve never seen anybody or anyone as pretty, as gorgeous, as kind, as imaginative as caring as you. You’re beautiful in every way inside and out.” he looks at you with those eyes full of love that you can’t resist.

“I’ll prove it to you” he gets on his knees and bows his head to you. Which as you smiling from ear to ear. “You’re absolutely perfect, stunning you’re my goddess” he whispers. as he brings his hands to your chest. “Your stunning breasts” he presses a kiss onto your hip. “Your beautiful stomach” his hands go down to your back and bottom. “Your ravishing piece of ass” he presses another kiss to you pubic bone “and your heavenly, delicious little pussy”

He presses an open mouth kiss to your bundle of nerves, you let a moan out. He sticks his tongue out and wraps it around your clit, his warm tongue feels good and you let your head rest on the tiles of the shower.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good” Baekhyun says as he gets more impatient, attacking your swollen bud with small bites and sucking on it. “My goddess, my beautiful goddess” he whispers lips pressed to yours, sending vibrations to your core.

“Baekhyun, don't stop” you cry out. You needy moans make Baekhyun double his efforts.

“Cum my goddess. Please cum all over my mouth”

You feel your walls clench on themselves as you throb on Baekhyun’s skilfull tongue, moaning and panting, hand entangled with his wet locks of hair.

When you settle down Baekhyun gets back up and wraps his arm around you. Before laying a soft kiss on your lips, the taste of your cum spread in your mouth.

“You’ll book other shows, my love. In the meantime, could you model for me forever? My beautiful eternal goddess” he whispers as he beams at you.

#zodiac special #baekhyun smut #exo smut #baekhyun drabble #exo drabble #350 followers #thank you

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echos-newlegs · 4 years ago

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Hi there lovely! Can we see 46 with crosshair x fem! Reader? ❤️

Got you

Bro oh my goodness yes 😳 deadass the moment I read this I had gotten done sighting one of my deer rifles and I got an idea from it and this prompt allows me to use that idea so thank you 😎 I wasn’t doing anything illegal. It was all safe and I was at a shooting range lmao. I just had an idea from it 💀

Tbh I thought this would be better but then I decided to write at midnight.

Ner Sarad: My Flower

Crosshair x Reader: “Isn’t this illegal?” “I mean, probably?”

Warnings: reader is using a gun. Bit detailed on shooting because yes. No one is injured besides Your guys egos and a door. There is swearing and kissing/making out ig.

There wasn't many times that you actually caught some proper rest. You were normally always kept up by nightmares or the noises in the room or outside. Whether it be lying in your bunk on Kamino, or the one on the Marauder.

Though, whenever you did catch a break. It seemed like you were always awoken by one of the boys. For no reason most the time.

You groaned, eyes snapping open. You nearly punched whoever it was throwing stuff at you. Looking down to your legs to see your boots and your blacks. "C'mon." You heard Crosshairs voice. He had been ignoring you for the past month. You figured it was just his mood swings, you did something, or it was the fact Hunter demanded Crosshair taught you how to use the rifle.

You didn't really want to if he wasn't up for teaching you. Though it would be neat. You were never a fan of being in the middle of the war field like the rest of them, and Hunter caught on. Which is why he figured having two people on rifle wouldn't hurt.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" You asked and Crosshair looked back. Though you were moving out of the bunk with your clothes in arm. Making way for the fresher. "We're target practicing, now hurry before I change my mind." He scoffed and you nearly ran into the fresher with a grin.

Not only was Cross taking time out of his 'busy' schedule to hang out with you, but he would be target practicing with you.

You exited the fresher in your customized blacks the Bad Batch got for you. Tech figured it would be good, being you had your own armor. Some that matched their design.

You sat back on the bed, strapping on your leg pieces and crotch piece only. Since that's all Crosshair had on.

When you left the room and entered the main room of the Marauder you reached for your blaster on a shelf, but he stopped you. Shoving your hand away from it. Putting his rifle in your hand instead. "Here," he gruffed, and your eyes widened. Fingers curling around the forestock.

"You trust me enough to let me use your own gun?" You asked with a small smile, brows raised. He only shrugged and sighed. Walking past you to the door. You took that as a yes. Him handing you a container of ammo and motioning with his head for you to follow.

You had a slight pep in your step. Hands carefully holding the gun. The stock pressed against your shoulder. Barrel pointing down.

When the two of you left the ship you were both squinting. The rising sun hitting your eyes. Both of you letting out a slight hiss. "Should of brought our helmets," you commented, and he grunted. "Can't aim with a visor like yours." You sighed, that wasn't what you meant. There was no use arguing and pissing him off though.

Your boots crunched against the ground. A mix of loose rocks, grass, sticks, and other plants. "Where we heading," he motioned forward. Not saying where though. Typical.

The planet you were on was for a mission. You had all completed the mission but were all too exhausted to leave. It didn't pose a threat since it was a simple find and retrieve mission. Some weird crystals and lost items for a senator. 'We went from guard dogs to kriffing pets playing fetch,' you had commented the day before. All of them, even Crosshair agreed with you. It was boring, to say the least. The search wore you all out though.

Your legs were beginning to sting a bit. The walking wasn't something you weren't used to. It was the injury you had from the previous mission. Though you did your best to keep up with the long legged man. "Gunna have to get used to keeping up, Ner sarad." You rolled your eyes and sighed. “You better not be calling names, you know I can’t understand Mando’a.” You added with a sliver of a whine laced in your voice.

He smirked at your comment, thankful you were somewhat behind him so you couldn’t see. “That’s the point,” you shook your head. Catching up beside him finally. Though he did slow down just a hair. He wouldn’t admit it. “Turn,” he shoved you a bit and you glared. Turning where he told you to, then he took the lead again.

The turn led to an abandoned building. A flight of stairs connected to the outside. Cross pausing in front of it, then looking to you. “Waiting for Hunter to wake up or you scared?” Cross spoke and you snickered. “Making me go first and you’re calling me scared, typical.” He sneered a bit at that as you purposely ran into his shoulder on your way to the stairs. Keeping the gun up from the steps as you made your way up.

He was close behind you, almost too close, actually. So when you stopped at the top he nearly ran into your back. Making you smirk as you looked back to him. Not saying anything. “What?” He snapped, and you shook your head. “Oh nothing.” “Sure, go over there.” He motioned vaguely with his hand as he walked off into the other direction.

You could only assume he meant near the little ledge near the end of the roof. Standing there a bit awkwardly until he returned with some pieces of shrapnel and pots. Varying in sizes. “A’ight, Sarad, you know how to use a rifle, right?” He asked, and you nodded. “Yeah,” “load it for me then.” That was no problem. Taking some of the bullets from the container he brought. You popped open the magazine, slipped a few bullets in, then slipped it back into the gun. Pulling back the lever then pushing it forward again with a click.

He nodded, standing behind you now. “Y’ever shot one?” He asked, helping you bring it to your shoulder. You could barely process the question. Your heart was racing. You could almost feel his back up against yours. His hands holding yours to help you bring the gun up. Repositioning your hands. Then letting go of you to see if your would falter. Though you kept the position.

“Not for a long while, I used to with my brother, when we were kids,” you spoke. Grunting when he kicked your feet apart, then went back to standing by your side. He only hummed, looking around in front of you two. Then pointed. “See that door,” you nodded. “Shoot at the white square in the middle.” He twirled his toothpick in between his teeth and you sighed.

“Isn’t this illegal?” You asked, aiming the weapon. Closing your left eye as you peered through the scope. Poking your tongue out of your mouth in concentration. “I mean, probably.” He murmured. Watching you with folded arms.

You barely heard what he said. Inhaling, then holding your breath as you aimed. Once you had the spot, you exhaled slowly. Finger squeezing the trigger.

When the weapon fired your grip loosened. Shoulder jerking back with the gun. Causing the scope to smack around your eye. You winced, letting out a sharp hiss. Heart racing and ears ringing from the loud bang.

Crosshair was too focused on where you were aiming to even notice you just scoped yourself. “Nice,” he approved. Then looked back over to you.

You leant back a bit, back against the wall. Fingers feeling under your eye and he instantly knew what you did. “Thought you knew how to shoot.” His voice was sour, and it stung. “I told you I haven’t shot in a while,” you spat back. Bringing your fingers from your face. Wondering if it was bruised. It felt wet, but there was no blood on your fingers. So you assumed it was a mix of the tears that sprung to your eyes and the sweat on your hands.

You were too focused on the ringing in your ears and the stinging of your face to even notice Crosshair approach you. He took the gun, leaning it against the wall. Then grabbed your wrists, making you flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he was trying to reassure you, but his voice was still hard and sour. “Let me look.”

You looked up to him, lips pressed in a line. He brought a hand to your cheek. Finger pressing lightly against the skin under your eye. Making you flinch and tears threaten to spill. “Kriff, don’t do that,” you snapped and he smirked a bit. “Should have at least told me to keep the gun hugged to my shoulder.” You protested. Eyes darting to the side. Avoiding his gaze the best you could.

He pulled the toothpick from out between his lips. “Probably still woulda done it. If you haven’t shot for years.” His hand was still on your cheek. You were sure he could feel it heating up. Letting out a sharp exhale through your nose. “Are we still gunna shoot or just stand around like a bunch of morons?” You asked, looking back to him. Catching the short glimpse of shock on his face.

“You still wanna shoot?” He asked. Dropping his hands to his sides. Nodding. “Yeah, so what I got scoped, least I have proof you actually took me shooting.” You smirked. Making him chuckle. Lips tugging up, just shy of a smile. “And if I don’t let you?” “I ask hunter what Ner Sarad means and I tell everyone you gave me the black eye I’m most likely going to have.” You threatened. Jabbing your finger at his chest. Making him roll his eyes and sigh.

“Fine.”

The shooting went on great. You were a better aim than he expected. Which made you feel a bit proud of yourself. Especially since Crosshair was praising you in some way. You still needed work on flying targets, but you were sure you’d get the hang of it.

Once the container of bullets he brought was empty, that was when you guys decided on leaving.

“So what does it mean?” You asked. Cross now holding the gun, you holding the empty container. Arms more sore than they’ve ever been. You honestly weren’t sure how he did it. “What’s what mean?” He asked, looking over to you. You nodded your head up a bit. “Ner Sarad.” The words rolled off your tongue, slightly mimicking his gruff voice.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t sound like that..” “oh, you’re right, it’s more a Ner Saraaad.” You made the voice worse sounding, making you giggle. Cross smiling just a bit, then looking away. As if he showed you he was enjoying this moment his everything would crash and burn. “Guess.” You groaned, throwing your head back. “No, you know I hate guessing games, they kriffing suck.” He shrugged. That was it, a shrug. “Fine.” He smirked at that.

You thought for a moment or two. Fingers tapping the side of the container. Biting on your bottom lip a bit. “Hmm. Idiot,” “no,” “bitch,” “no,” “smart ass?” He sighed and you raised a brow. “Warm or cold?” He looked over to you, a look of unamusement written all over his face. “You’re on Hoth at this point.” His words made you want to give up more.

“Can I have a hint?” He nodded, stopping in his tracks. “Wait here,” he spoke. Then wandered off the trail you were both following. What could it be? Was he finding something? “Are you calling me a loser? Loner? Oh! You’re calling me a jackass.” You hollered, hearing a grumble follow your spew. Making you snicker.

When he returned he had a small purple flower in between his fingers. You stared at it with knitted brows. “A flower?” You spoke, dumbfounded. You looked up to his face. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting around. Cheeks red. “You’re calling me a flower? No, you ass you’re calling me a weed aren’t you?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest. The last thing you expected was the nickname to be something nice.

He sighed, looking at you with an ‘are you serious.’ Look. “What?” “You really are an idiot, sometimes,” you blinked, and then raised a brow. “You’re a stubborn shit, sometimes, too.” You told him, and he still held the flower in his hand. The two of you staring at one another for a moment. “Can you just tell me?” You spoke, “please?”

He sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment. Then back down to meet your eyes. “Ner Sarad, it means..” he trailed off. Swallowing thickly. He could lie, say it meant something else, but then the flower would make no sense, and you were smart. You would figure it out some way or another. “My flower.” He murmured. You could barely hear him. But you did. “Your what-“ “I’m not repeating myself, Makers sake.” He spat, and began walking again. Dropping the flower as he stormed off.

You were left standing there in disbelief. Shaking your head, you reached down to pick up the flower, then ran after him. “Cross, wait!” You shouted, yielding when he stopped. “What?” He snarled. Turning to look at you over his shoulder. You backed up a bit. Watching as his face softened a bit when you looked back to him. “Why a flower?” You asked, and his eyes looked down to the flower in between your fingers now. Sarting his tongue out to lick his lips.

He let out a sigh, thinking. He wasn’t sure what to say. He was horrible with words, let alone explaining things. “You remind me of them,” was all he said. “Why though?” You pressed, walking towards him. “If you don’t mind me asking..” you added, catching that he did look a bit anxious. Watching as he leaned his rifle against a tree. “They’re hum.. Maker..” he breathed out. Reaching up to pull the toothpick from his lips. Flicking it onto the ground. He reached out, grabbing you by the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

His lips pressed against yours. Eyes squeezed shut. He knew he’d regret this right after, but he was better with actions than words anyways. You tensed up, hands rushing to his chest. Dropping the container and the flower in the process.

He pulled back. Taking a step back in the process. Hands brought back to himself, and it left you standing there staring. He hated you. How you smelt so good, how you intoxicated his every thought. How you could get him to talk more than even his brothers could. How your smile made his stomach feel light and fluttery. He despised you for everything you did to him. No other persons ever made him feel this way and he hated it. He felt to vulnerable, and that was something he shouldn’t feel. He was a clone, a defective one for that matter. This shouldn’t be a thing that was happening.

You could tell his mind was running a mile a minute when you said his name and he just stared at you with a blank stare. He was overthinking this, and you began panicking a bit internally. “Cross, hey, look at me, come back to me, Cross.” You spoke, voice soft and quiet. You made a move to reach up and cup his face, but his hands fled to your wrists. Looking down at you and to your eyes. Scanning you for something. “Why aren’t you mad?” He spoke, voice stinging into your skin.

You frowned, pushing forward from his grasp to cup his face. His hands still holding your wrists. You saw him relax for a second at your touch. “I’m not mad,” “but why? I just kissed you..” he spoke. Once now laced with distress. His walls were beginning to crack. Chip away and crumble all from your touch. “Crosshair, I understand, I know how you are with words. You fucking suck with em.” He frowned a bit at that, and you smiled. “Actions have always been your forte, and who’s to say I didn’t enjoy it?” You asked, your own nerves calming a bit as you attempted to reassure the lanky man.

He looked down at you with furrowed brows. “You’re just saying that.” You tittered, leaning up a bit. “You’re just stubborn.” He watched you for a moment. Your hands removing themselves from his face. Crosshairs fingers fell from your wrists. Falling to his side, but you weren’t done. “You gunna give up over a little rushed kiss, or you wanna try again?” You murmured, hands reaching for his. Fingers interlacing with one another.

“Thought you told me once you’ve kissed plenty of girls,” you teased. “It’s been a while.” Standing on your tip toes to lean in closer. “Then how bout we practice?” You asked, closing the gap between the two of you.

It was smoother than the last. You led it this time. Your hands leaving one another’s so your hands could wander his body. Tips of your fingers running up his stomach. Then running your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He had one hand on your lower back, the other moving to trace the skin of your throat. Long fingers running over your collar bone, then sliding up the back of your neck to place firmly against the back of your head.

Once the feeling was set he took over. The two of you pulling from the kiss for once a second, then his lips were back on yours. It wasn’t long before he was walking you back against a tree. Pressing you up against it which make you grunt. His tongue darting out to run over your lips. Then pry your lips open. A small hum escaping your chest. Making him smirk.

His hand on your lower back mover to cup your ass. Eyes parting a bit to see him open his eyes at the same time. You were too dazed to complain though. His tongue exploring your mouth. Then pulling back. A sting of saliva connecting your mouths.

The both of you were panting. Trying to catch your breathes after that little ordeal. “Practiced enough?” You managed, and he looked down a bit. Making your face heat up even more. If that were even possible. “No,” he deadpanned. Lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss. Then trailed down your jaw.

Once his lips met the skin of your neck it was all hunting ground to him. His teeth grazing your skin. Biting here and there. Sucking, leaving marks. He wanted the others to know that something went on. He wanted the regs at 79’s tonight to know that you were now his. Or at least in your eyes you were. His flower, his everything.

You both let out a groan when you heard Crosshairs comm go off. “Cross answer it,” you spoke in a near moan as he sucked on a sensitive patch of skin. Making him pull off with a grunt. His hands releasing you, letting you slump against the tree. “Crosshair, where are you and y/n?” He heard Tech on the other end. “We were shooting the rifle, we’ll be back in a bit,” “Cross-“ he shut off the com link. Turning back to face you with a small smirk as he looked you over. You were still a bit disheveled as you attempted to fix your shirt and your hair. Then leant over to pick up the container. Crosshair picking up the flower. “Hm?” You hummed as he reached over. Tucking it behind your ear. “There, Ner Sarad.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up to him with a loving gaze. “I hate you, sometimes,” you murmured. Giving him a quick kiss, then began walking for the marauder again. “Right back at you, y/n.”

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aqvarius · 4 years ago

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Top 5 fav hlitf cgs?

thanks for this ask!! ahh it was so hard to narrow it down to 5 but i will try my best (with some bonuses bc... how could i not). i’m not going to include vip room CGs here even tho there are a couple of them that i adore too. also i can’t believe i’m not including the soma coming out of the shower CG that i love enough to have made my icon for a very long time now... but that just goes to show how much i love these ones.

5. are you bullying my aide?

okay so i’m cheating right off the bat and decided to group these two in one category bc they’re like conceptually the same CG lmao. i made a post before about loving instructors getting furious at people trying to hurt you in the sunset. and the fact that two of my absolute fave LIs of all time get these gorgeous fury CGs makes me infinitely happy alskdfls. the sad thing is that there’s an error in soma’s route so the CG doesn’t actually appear in-game... anyway you know i love seeing cool love interests get mad so these two CGs are a perfect depiction of that.

4. i’ll take compensation

who doesn’t love this scene and CG!! and the in-game version as well where his eyes are open bc he was surprised. i love it so much. that entire ending was so good, with the mc being the Best Senpai Ever? and she tries to blow his socks off with a kiss but then he just grabs her butt and goes in deeper? we stan a tie-grabbing mc. i only wish there was a CG for that elevator kiss too in the sequel(?).

3. it reminded me of ugly cat

honestly i love all of goto’s s3 CGs bc they are all just so pretty and i love the one as well where tsugaru is joking about him and usa being a couple and goto gets pissed. but this one is just so... pure and soft???? it’s so rare to see goto all relaxed and smiley and i just love it soooo much. also does anyone else find that his smile in this CG is so similar to chiba’s smiling sprite? ughhh this is so freaking cute i physically can’t look at it for too long otherwise i get overwhelmed with feelings. oh and also that cat is so weird looking lmao

2. please... let me be with you

one of my favourite moments of all time. look how stunned kaga looks (but also... how pretty is he here... and how pretty is she.... season 3 CGs are so top quality). the fact that she’s hopped up on painkillers but they’re just fading off so she’s already starting to feel pain again and kaga is already kind of angsting over everything that happened on the case and then tsugaru is taking her home while kaga can’t even speak to her bc of office rules. and she just runs back to the office by herself even tho she’s already starting to feel the pain in her gunshot wound and just bursts into the office and yanks his cigarette out of his mouth and kisses him? and says even if you don’t want me, i want to be with you. honestly this whole moment is like freaking kdrama level dramatic and romantic and i love it so much. it’s like... the perfect moment combined with the prettiest CG. kaga’s pov of this scene makes it EVEN BETTER because he’s literally smitten with her, like he wants her so badly and then she just magically appears in front of him and kisses the life out of him, just as he was thinking about how much he needs her. right at the moment when he’s feeling the most empty, the most hollow, like his entire career in public safety amounted to nothing, she comes back to him. and then there’s that line of his, where he talks about love so fierce that he can’t breathe around it filling his chest and honestly it gets me every single time (also bc i can relate to that feeling lmao) but basically kaga/mc is my favourite couple and this moment and CG are just like... exactly what i love the most about them as a pair. ALSO i love her hair and that gold pin hahaha i want it.

1.5 did i or did i not say you were forbidden from acting rashly?

how could i not include this one as a bonus? i’ve been in love with this CG from the very first time i laid eyes on it back in 2018. no context (at the time i think soma’s graduation hadn’t even come out in l365 so we hadn’t even seen his short hair sprite in the intl app), no idea what was even happening in this scene, and yet i was immediately struck by the dangerous look in his eye and that little smile, and also just like... getting to see him in a tshirt and hoodie is so rare? i’m p certain that outfit is just recycled ayumu sprite’s casual clothes. anyway, knowing the context behind this CG makes it 10000x better for me. i wrote this in my unpublished review of soma’s battlefield route but i genuinely believe we’re seeing this CG from his mc’s eyes and that’s what tokito really looked like in that moment - with soma’s face, his hair, his expressions, his hands, his voice. our poor, sweet mc had been suffering for so long to the point where even toru and ayumu noticed that she hadn’t smiled in forever and were trying to cheer her up (and momose too later!!). for me, this CG represents the absolutely heartbreaking sense of delusion that soma’s mc feels in this route, and the way that she keeps trying so hard to project soma onto tokito because of her grief. i genuinely felt like in that moment, she physically saw soma coming to her rescue, like her desires manifest into a delusion. also, this CG comes at an absolutely amazing time bc we had been deprived of seeing soma for like 60% of the route and then we get this CG and suddenly everything is better for a short moment, and then everything goes back to normal and you really get a sense of how upsetting life has been for his mc.

1. come now, love. tell me what you desire

i love this CG. i love it so so so so so much. firstly, i love the look of it. both soma and his mc just look so attractive?? soma’s muscles?? in his shoulders and back especially?! his mc has commented on his shoulderblades and back muscles before which have been honed through kendo practice so i’m very happy to get to see them. the actual text says that the mc is naked but here she’s still wearing a sundress, but she just looks so pretty and like she’s feeling unbelievably good? anyway i scream bc even soma’s hands look good and they still kept that one piece of hair that he has that sticks up lmao what’s gravity anyway? anyway, beyond the sensuality of the image (and also his tongue... and his sweat...), there’s just so much meaning behind it? like yes, it’s very hot and sensual and the dialogue that goes with this scene is unbelievably sexy, but this scene is just super meaningful bc it’s part of their recovery as a couple. they’re on this secret holiday in okinawa and they’re reconnecting after their trauma and idk it’s just so intimate. we really get to see the mc from soma’s eyes and we get to see how he is the only one who can see her weakness behind that strong face of hers, but also how he sees her strength in recovery? the way he describes that scene where she’s in this gorgeous white swimsuit with a sheer coverup and then picks a brown swim float so she can sit atop it on the waves and say “don’t i look like a doughnut?” despite having a literal near-death experience in the sea not too long before honestly had me falling head over heels in love with her, and it really made me understand exactly what he loves about her, and how much he just adores her. anyway this is me gushing over that special story, but what i mean is that the ending of his battlefield in combination with this special story sets up the beginning of soma and his mc’s healing as a couple, and it culminates in this scene. soma is kind of similar to kaga in the sense that they both actually demonstrate their feelings the most honestly through physical means, and here you can just see how palpable the desperation is. they desire each other so intensely and intimately and having this moment for the two of them to share is so significant for their recovery. you can just see how much soma needs to show her that he’s here, he’s really, physically here with her, and he’ll never leave her alone ever again, and he’s so sorry for all the pain she’s had to go through. you can see the way he’s telling her that with his body and with the way he talks to her and is just so himself in bed. there are really parallels between their first night together and this scene (mostly like... him asking her to tell him what she wants lol) and it just makes me so EMOTIONAL.

YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END?

no, that was just my top five solo (or li/mc) CGs. i also need to give my top five fave group/multiple character CGs lmao.

in no particular order:

what can i say? it’s just so beautiful, and every single expression and pose is just so suited for each character i’m in love.

frankly no real reason for this one aside from the fact that we get to see goto and subaru in yukata and subaru always looks soooo freaking good in hlitf CGs and also goto’s hand is on subaru’s chest and you know we ship gobaru in this house

the third anniversary substory CGs are just amazing (you’ll see the full one in a bit and it’s WILD) but honestly i just need everyone to see this one bc it’s just gorgeous. look at ishigami and kaga and look at how inhuman they look, all sweaty and tired from being in panda mascot costumes. kaga with his sleeves rolled up literally has me salivating. look at PRETTY their faces and muscles are... anyway, this CG has me as thirsty as ishigami guzzling that bottle of water..........

i said it was in no particular order but i just need to say that this one is my actual favourite bc it has EVERYONE. and look at how gorgeous they all look.... every single one of them with their hair pushed back ;alskdjfalsk WHO??? WHO LET THIS HAPPEN? NAMBA’S GLOVE? KAGA AND GOTO’S MATCHING SCOWLS? THE ANGLE OF SOMA’S HEAD? TSUGARU’S TONGUE? and also the way his legs are positioned?!?!?! also i love swishy hair ayumu and hide with his leg crossed the other way from kaga and also i’ve never seen toru look this attractive it’s very unfair.

the sheer amount of chaotic energy in this one is just wonderful and i love all the details. you all know namba is DAY DRUNK. goto and toru in that signature headlock position, ayumu being a lil shit and putting wasabi in all the cupcakes and ISHIGAMI AND KAGA FALLING FOR IT AND SUFFERING??? LOOK AT THEIR SUFFERING FACES JUST LOOK. and you just KNOW that soma is going to suffer the same fate oh sweet mercy this is like “famous last pictures” level of good. also they’re all wearing new clothes which i love sooooo much. i wanna see ayumu in that orange sweater more often and also army green shirt kaga with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms with that look on his face. have i ever been more in love? no.

finally, here’s my ultimate favourite favourite group image of all time! not a CG but it’s the header that i use on the mobile version of my blog:

they’re all looking so happily/fondly over at YOU (hlitf mc who fell asleep) and wondering what you’re dreaming about/saying that you’re dreaming about them. and they all just love and adore you so much. the amount of affection in this one image is unreal and also momose is in it ialskfjsd i just.............. am the SOFTEST for this one.

anyway sorry that (1) it took so long for me to answer this, bc i had to spend ages thinking about it alongside being busy with life stuff and (2) that i went on for so long and did not pick 5 CGs but rather... 12....... but these are my faves!! thank you so much for the ask!

#her love in the force #hlitf #seiji goto #hyogo kaga #hideki ishigami #shusuke soma #ayumu shinonome #jin namba #toru kurosawa #takaomi tsugaru #takeru momose #snow answers #Anonymous #voltage inc #otome game #voltage otome #otome romance #love 365 #at times like this i really miss my tag bundles

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greytoiletpaper · 4 years ago

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Out on Allen Street, it’s 7 in the Morning

Set in the same-ish street-siblings universe as First Contact by @cryptids-and-muses and @a-sketchy-character @streetsiblings (they’re still awesome). Now, the pieces start falling into place or smth lmao :))

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Chapter 3: Squall

Did they get rid of her?

He dreads to think of it, but there’s nothing else he seems to be able to pick out from what information he gathers. Three years after he died, Cass (who hated killing, would never do it even for the worst of the worst) had nearly murdered the Joker. She almost finished the job until Batman saved the madman and subdued her. After that,

Nothing.

Not a single report on Batgirl. Nor a photo of Cassandra Todd. Only two traces he could find. One a significantly sullen Wonder Woman (he and Cass had liked her, and she, them). The other an interview of Bruce, repeating that she’d gone to ‘travel the world’.

Jason knows a lie when he hears one.

“It’s – It’s like she just disappeared,” He’s gripping his head, rocking back and forth while Rose smooths out his hair. “He cut her out of the family and then what?”

He remembers a promise, a vow Bruce had made with him. It had meant the world to Jason.

Bruce had broken that vow. Torn it apart and stomped all over it.

Rose watches him as he breaks down with no judgement in her gaze, just holds him close as his world crumbles around him again.

There’s a child in Nandra Parbat, and Jason has to train him.

“This is my son, Damian,” Talia had said to him, showing him some new kid as if he hadn’t just killed three assassins in the space of a minute. He would have said as much if she didn’t immediately order him to be the kid’s new teacher.

Looking at him now, all Jason can see is a small girl with a crooked smile mouthing his name. He blinks, and he’s met with a scowl and sapphire eyes (eyes just like Br-).

“Mother has requested you to be my instructor,” The kid repeats and lord, his voice is nasal. Jason chooses to stare at the kid, who fidgets. If he looks close enough, he could swear Damian’s scowl looks almost precisely like-.

“Is he mute, Mother? I do not see how an invalid could assist me,” He can tell by the way Rose’s head shoots up and glares at Damian whose side she would choose if this escalates. A flare of anger rises in Jason’s chest; his eyes start to flash a sharp emerald. Still, he pushes it down and diverts it to strengthening his stare, dominating the room.

He can’t read people the same way Cass can, but Jason could swear that the kid’s composure cracks at his uncertainty.

“Wanna repeat that for me?” Jason’s voice is low and even. He can tell the kid recognises the threat in his tone. To his credit, Damian hesitates before he honest to god tts, like every single other haughty, uptight rich boy.

“Regardless, habibi, you will treat your new instructors with respect,” Talia speaks, gesturing to him and Rose. “The quality of your instructors was incredibly subpar, and you have them to blame for killing the previous masters beforehand.”

“I do not think that a lowly thug and his harlot-,” Jason’s arm shoots out in an instant, clasping his hand over Damian’s mouth and clenching. Indignant fury flares in the boy’s eyes as Damian tries to slap Jason away. It does nothing, unsurprisingly.

“So long as you are under my tutelage, you will never speak that way to any woman. That is no way to speak to anyone, regardless of what they do for a living,” Somehow, the kid actually listens, the flinty look in his eye lessening somewhat. “I bet your own mother had to pull a fuck ton of strings just to make sure this meeting even happened in the first place.”

Jason glances up to Talia, expecting a reprimand. What surprises him is how genuine the approval she emits is. It hits him that he has literally confirmed to training Damian. He coughs.

“You should know,” Talia pipes up. “His full name is Damian Wayne-Al Ghul.”

Jason stares at the ceiling and curses the rain as it tap-dances with the universe, mocking him.

“All right, then, I’ll go to hell.”

Cassandra shakes herself from the nerves and rings the doorbell. The last time she had been here, she had kissed Alfred on the cheek and let him drive her all the way to the airport. That was only two months ago. Two months away from Gotham, away from Batgirl, away from-.

Bruce. He’s standing in the foyer, his gaze cold, but his body… his body seems unsure. She doesn’t know what to make of it. She half expects him to turn her away, but he moves to the side. He opens his mouth.

“Cassandra!” Steph darts from behind Bruce’s body, all flailing limbs and mismatched socks. “You’re here!”

“Yes.”

The girl grins, periwinkle eyes dazzling (They’re from the same cloth, just not the proper stitching) as she drags Cassandra away.

“So… how’s life in Hong Kong?”

“Peachy,” Cass answers honestly.

“Think of any names for your new identity?” Steph gesticulates to nothing, but her body language is focused on questions. So, she doesn’t give the girl any. They walk a little more until Steph decides to fill in the silence again.

“Tim’s dad found out about the vigilante business,” Cass nods as Steph talks. “Wants him to quit being Robin and Bruce doesn’t seem to know what to do about it.”

“His problem.”

“Well, duh. It’s just that….” Steph rubs her arm shyly, the same way she always does when she’s afraid of what she will say next. “When I was growing up, with my villain dad and addict Mom, I always imagined that Batman and Robin would save me. I’m here now, and….”

“You want to be Robin.” Cassandra deadpans, even as Steph whirls to gape at her. Really, it’s not like she wasn’t obvious. “Why not go for it?”

Silence for a moment. “Because I’m afraid.”

Cassandra looks at the blonde sharply. Stephanie Brown? Intimidated-by-Batman-and-joined-vigilantism-anyway Stephanie Brown was afraid? She doesn’t know what to think. That is until the dots connect in her head.

“You’re afraid that you won’t be able to help as much as you want to,” Steph scuffs the carpet glumly.

“With Mr. Anal-retentiveness-to-the-9’s? Yeah, that’d probably happen,” Steph sound so defeated and desperate that Cass curses because apparently, fate chose now to be when Steph is truly like Jason.

“Then don’t wear it,” Steph’s scuffing gets a little stronger. “I, for one, think you’d be a really good Batgirl.”

Steph makes an incredible impression as a fish and stares at Cass, barely wheezing as she gawks. “But Bruce -.”

“Bruce doesn’t have autonomy over Batgirl,” Cass smiles sweetly, echoing Barbara. “It’s your uniform now, and no one can take that from you but yourself.”

Her friend squeals loudly and squeezes Cass, gushing her gratitude over and over. Cass hugs her back, pretending it’s Jay she’s holding in her arms, giving the assurance of family she failed to keep.

He’s only trained with Damian for a few months, yet he’s seen more than he really should from the boy. His younger brother (the kid’s only a child, it doesn’t matter what Jason’s previous misgivings are) has been raised in the League of Assassins since birth. He can already use a sword with deadly efficiency at eleven years old. His attitude's as ruthless and condescending as every other assassin in the compound.

However, what is an exploitable weakness for Damian is the fact he’s only just started puberty. Most easily demonstrated when Rose makes a suggestive pose before tackling the boy and pinning him in place. Jason whistles because he’s fond of her, an asshole like that. Rose flips the bird at Jason and sticks out her tongue, now lounging casually on Damian’s squirming body.

It’s cute, the scene, but Jason knows how wrong it is. As long as Damian is with the League of Assassins, he won’t live normally. To find his own love, his own family. Even as the child wrestles with Rose and yells at him to help, it won’t ever be enough.

He’s not projecting.

He’s not.

He’s going to concoct a plan.

Ravi, Damian’s caretaker, has that air about him that Jason has only ever seen come from Alfred. So, he guesses trusting Ravi with this is more than okay. The man may be blind, but with him, they manage to smuggle Damian through the channels of the League, avoiding everyone who could threaten their goal.

“If I may ask, Mister Todd,” Ravi says as they reach the last legs. Jason nods. “Why are you doing this? To what gain is rescuing this child for you?”

“I don’t do this because I want to gain something,” Jason replies immediately. “No child deserves to grow up in this place. He deserves to have as good a childhood as he can get.”

Ravi stares patiently, hearing what’s unsaid.

“Sound reasoning,” Talia’s voice echoes around them. Everyone tenses. The woman steps out from behind the pillar ahead of them, alone. “And where, may a mother ask, are you taking my son?”

The woman’s voice lacks her usual veneer, sounding so genuinely earnest that he can’t help but blurt out: “Gotham.”

“Gotham,” Talia repeats, her forehead pinched. “With him?” With Batman? Jason bristles. “Might I remind you; he left your death unavenged and replaced you in mere months.”

“Fuck that,” Jason snarls. Ever since he came out of the Pit, madness clings to the edges of his mind whenever he thinks of how Bruce replaced him. This time, it only flickers. “What I want doesn’t matter when Damian needs his father figure. I’m – I’m not stopping him from having that.”

“So, you no longer wish to kill him,” Talia states. He sighs.

“I guess not,” Jason frowns, considering her presence. “Want to take him to Bruce?”

If Talia is surprised, she doesn’t show it, only beckoning for Damian to follow her. As the kid moves, Jason realises this might be the last time he’ll see Damian on the same side of the fence. He grabs the kid’s shoulder, who oddly doesn’t resist.

“Look, Damian,” Jason starts as his younger brother stares up at him. “Doing right is right, and wrong is wrong. A body ain’t got no business doing wrong when he ain’t ignorant and knows better.

“Living with your father, it’s rules like that he follows like gospel. He’ll love you; I know he will, but with him it’s always on the condition that you adhere to his principles. Can you promise something for me?”

Damian nods, soaking every word in.

“I need you to keep an open mind with what he says, but I don’t want you to follow them like gospel the way he does. You’re more than his soldier, you’re my brother, you’re his son.”

The kid nods again, shifting on his feet.

“And – And look after yourself, okay? And -,” The words that come out of his mouth feel like hot coals, but he has to say them. “And if somehow Cass is there, can you look after her too? For me?”

“Of course,” Damian answers softly before throwing his arms around Jason’s waist. “I will find your ukht, ahki, and make sure she is well cared for.”

Jason smiles. It's a broken, weary-looking thing.

“And Todd?” Jason raises his eyebrows. “You should confess to Wilson about your ridiculous affection. It is sickening to watch you two dancing around one another every lesson.”

Jason can’t help it; he laughs and lets his little brother go, his tears like raindrops.

Cass leaves the fresh hydrangeas on the headstone. It stares back at her, its date (four years) seeming to mock her from beyond the grave. Literally, Jay says in her head, which has her biting back the laugh that builds in her throat.

Bruce’s son had come in a few days ago, obviously an assassin child, yet he’s still… subdued, somehow. She knows the boy is there, at her brother’s grave, and that he follows her all the way to the manor. Even then, Cassandra lets it go. He probably took all his cues from Bruce anyway.

It’s when she’s sitting at the new memorial for Jason, a small statue of an apple with a plaque underneath, that Damian approaches her.

“Cain.”

“It’s Todd.”

Something crosses the boy’s face. She can’t tell what it is.

“Todd,” Damian says, his eyebrows pinching like a mini Bruce. “What is this?”

“It’s Jason’s memorial,” Cassandra traces the words on the plaque, a quote, one whose meaning she had struggled with a lifetime ago. She gestures to the book in her hands. “I read to it, every time I’m here.”

Damian looks like he’s about to say something about that, but he withholds it. Instead, he sits down with her, his head upturned, not unlike a bird.

“What was he like?” The boy asks, the words seeming to grit out his teeth.

“He was amazing, and we loved him so much,” Dick speaks up, out of nowhere, cutting Cass off before she can even begin. “I had a few issues with him, but I promise that I’ll be as good a brother to you as he was to us.”

Cassandra snorts, and Dick’s smile falls off his face.

“Cassandra, come on, I was just-.”

“You weren’t even a good brother to me or – or him.” She says quietly, because why is he even speaking now? “Why are you trying now? Why not before?”

“Like I said, I had a lot of issues with -.”

“I don’t care, Dickface.” Does it hurt to say Jason’s old nickname for the boy? Yes. Does she draw satisfaction at how much he flinches? Also, yes.

Barbara chooses then to speak up.

“I don’t think that’s fair for you to say, Cass.”

She freezes. The fact that even Damian, who hardly knows her, does the same with the others means they know how huge an error they’ve made.

“Don’t call me that,” Cassandra snaps, voice desolate and lethal, thoughts squalling and refusing to calm down even as she buries her head in the book in her hands.

Barbara sighs and calls Dick away to discuss the mysterious hacker that’s been pulling information from them. Damian, seeming to recognise her desire to be alone, follows him. Good. Cassandra’s mind falls in and out of a lull as her eyes try to refocus. So, she caresses the edge of the apple reverently. In its reflection, tears run down her cheeks. She can’t feel them.

“The information breaches just keep searching for Batgirl,” Barbara says, snapping Cassandra from her stupor. She pulls up a list; every entry confirms Barbara’s statements. Every entry, that is, except for one that catches her eye. The text flashes brightly, making her head spin, and she can’t look away because printed in the bright neon text is-.

There’s a memory, one she’s locked in the far recesses of her mind, where things like the Joker and David and all her other demons live. She remembers Faizul asking who her mother is.

David smirks, a savage thing he does whenever he’s about to order her to do something (murder, as it turned out, then) and says:

Sandra Wu-San | Lady Shiva

The words blare in her mind, bouncing round and round and blocking out all sounds in the cave. It certainly explains a lot; only Shiva can read the body like a novel. Plus, Cassandra isn’t sure that assassin skills are genetic but having two master assassins as biological parents should factor somewhere. It also opens a new avenue of thought. Why? Why did she give her up and never look back? Why did she leave her with her monster of a father? Cassandra craves needs answers, and she needs them now.

Staring up at the name printed on the screen, Jason once asked himself the same questions.

While the others discuss what to do, Cassandra has already listed Shiva’s last known locations and activities. They don’t notice she’s going to leave until she revs the engine of her bike. She sees them open their mouths, but over the sound of the motor, their voices fail to reach her.

All except, somehow, for Alfred and if there is anyone in this family Cass will listen to; it’s the one Jay loved the most.

“If you do pursue her, Miss Cassandra,” The butler has never been unkind to her, yet she can’t help but feel like he’s trying to keep her in place. “I am not sure if you will find what you are looking for.”

She leaves anyway, soaring underneath the tresses of Gotham as they settle around her, the mist obscuring everything but her path forward.

“Damian probably landed in Gotham last week,” Rose says casually. Too casually, she realises. Jace side-eyes her and snorts in response. Damn him and his ability to pick apart what she’s asking. Four years constantly in one another’s presence would do that to people with his life experience. Yet, as much as Jason can read her, she can’t say she can do the same for him.

Something about him seems fragile, like plaster covering a beautiful and distracting collage. Rose wants to dig past that plaster, through the collage and see the mind that is Jason Todd.

She has seen him at his highest and lowest points and always makes sure to stay by his side, as she does now. He’s her best friend; he might not know it, but he’s kept her sane (reassurances her father will not find her come to mind) just as much as she’s done for him.

“What do you think of the new Batgirl?” This time, she means to be conversational. When they stumbled across the profile of Cass’ successor, Jace had shaken his head and laid out half-heartedly into a punching bag.

“I don’t hate her, if that’s what you’re thinking,” That response was… not unexpected. But, when she raises her hickory eyes, Jason has his head raised to the sky. “I looked into her, and – and she’s like us.”

Oh.

“Girl’s from the Narrows. Didn’t live on the streets, but from her background, her home life definitely wasn’t that great growing up either.”

His hand is trembling, so Rose grabs it and tries to keep him steady with all the power in her.

“She’s going to do Batgirl proud,” Jason says shakily. “I think you’d agree.”

They stand there, leaning on each other, tranquillity settling around them as Jace lets his tears flow. It occurs to Rose that she never let his hand go. She doesn’t plan to. The feeling makes her feel warm inside, and as much as she wants to go further, she also doesn’t want to push her best friend away.

In the distance, the outline of a jet approaches the runway they’re on. It is time.

“You ready?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said yes.”

“Fair enough.”

“Hey,” Rose looks up at him, waiting for him to continue. “If anything goes wrong, I want you to stay out of sight of the others and get away from Gotham.”

Rose growls. “No way, there is no fucking way I’d leave you alone with them.” She steps closer, jabbing her finger on his chest. “I didn’t train with you for the past four years for it all to be thrown away just because Batman is an asshole. My dad’s just as bad, remember?

“You’re stuck with me no matter what Jace. Deal with it.”

He gives her a wry smirk that has her heart fluttering as much as her returning grin is sharp. Even as the plane touches down, she realises that he hasn't let her hand go, and neither has she.

In the next week, Red Hood and Ravager will carve their way through the deeper bowels of Gotham’s stomach, a bag of heads linking their iron fists.

For now, Rose breathes in the moist air as a drizzle begins.

Mad Dog, Cassandra muses, is a morbid reminder of what she might have become if she stayed with David. He doesn’t have her abilities, but he has more physical strength in spades; his movements are so strange, so unpredictable, that it’s not like it matters.

A deft swipe narrowly misses her throat, and Cassandra cuffs the man in the jaw with her knee, knocking him back.

She had definitely found Shiva. Tracked her all the way to some subset of the League of Assassins. The woman had only gazed coolly at her and set Mad Dog on her.

True to his name, the assassin growls and leaps at her, fury behind each of his strikes. Cassandra dodges one of these, the fist cratering the cement wall, and gets socked in the chest for her trouble. The force of the impact sends her flying metres away.

Getting up from the blow is a chore, and she can feel the agony her body is in, feels the blood run down her mouth as she rises. Her fist is shaking; her stance is uneven. Mad Dog notices, and he grins like David, drawing a jagged sword from his sheath and charges.

Cassandra darts past the assassin. She knows she can win this. Even though his movements are swift and deadly, she manages to outpace him. His sword strikes aim to draw blood as he swipes at her, but she’s still managed to weave her way around them, causing sparks to fly into the air. When he tries to hit her, she still uses his momentum against him and knocks him down.

Yet, Cassandra can feel herself getting slower now; her arms are still shaking. She dodges another strike, but it’s a feint, and Mad Dog grabs her by the hair and slams her onto the ground. Hazily, she watches his wicked grin widen as the assassin raises his arms and prepares his blade.

As Mad Dog is about to drive it into Cass’ chest, she thinks (This is it. It’s all over. It is time.) of a boy in an alleyway, an apple in his hand and a smile on his lips.

She closes her eyes and listens to the sprinkling outside.

“Do you think we were unfair to them?” Dick seems to ask to open air, but Bruce knows when his sons want a genuine response. “Like, that we didn’t give them enough credit for what they could do. And because of that, they’ve never had anyone but each other?”

Dick slumps. It looks so wrong on him that Bruce wraps his arms around him, especially careful (As a real father would. An insidious voice in his brain sneers). “Do you think, that if maybe we treated them so much better...” His boy is crying now, usually joyous lapis eyes cold and red-rimmed. “That they’d still be here?”

Bruce only grunts because not one of his answers is what Dick wants to hear.

On a slab of stone, the petals on the hydrangeas wilt, droplets dappling their edges.

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Snapshots and Snapbacks

Summary: It’s easy to flirt with someone when you don’t expect them to call your bluff

A/N: College!Cal

Content: Sexual situations/mentions, mentions of drinking/drugs, my usual bullshit

Word Count: 10.3K

And away, and away we go!

~~~

The first time Brooke saw Calum she almost gasped out loud. There was no way a young man could be that pretty. Then he spoke and her heart raced in her chest.

She spent most of that semester staring at the pretty boy with the prettier handwriting rather than the board.

When the semester ended, she had exchanged only a handful of words with Calum, but that didn’t matter. She hoped their paths would cross again and that she would be braver about pursuing a friendship at the very least.

Two semesters later, having nearly forgotten about the pretty boy who was held her interest a year ago, he strolled into her last class of the day, and her smile broke out in a wide grin. “Cal!” she waved, motioning to the empty desk next to her as all those feelings that had laid dormant bubbled to the surface once more. “Missed ya man!”

“Shit, what up, girl?” he smiled back, bro-slapping her hand in greeting. “Was starting to think you graduated.”

“Nah,” she laughed with a shake of her head, her hand tingling from the feel of his palm against hers. “Last semester, though.”

“Shit, look at you go!” he praised.

“Thank you, thank you,” she continued to laugh, brushing imaginary dirt off her shoulders, grinning when his laugh joined hers.

~~~

Her hand reached into her bag of pretzels at the same time a Vans-clad foot shoved the leg of her desk chair. “Pst!” Calum whispered loudly, giving her desk another nudge. “Pst!”

She turned slightly in her desk to look at him, his eyes crinkling around the edges from the wide grin on his face. She tilted her chin upwards in a silent question of “What?” and stifled a laugh when he held his hand out and pouted. She laughed quietly, shaking her head as she dumped some pretzels in his waiting hand, both of them stifling more laughs as the bag crinkled in the dark and quiet classroom.

That would not be the last class he stole her snacks, thereby deeming himself Cal the Snack Thief. She damn near lost in when she brought Teddy Grahams and he let out the loudest moan stuffing them into his mouth with a “I haven’t had these in FOREVER!”

~~~

“Hey, you stole my shirt,” she joked, pointing between the shirts they were both wearing: a grey NASA tee.

“Nah,” he grinned. “Bet I had mine longer, so technically you stole mine.”

She chuckled as she took her seat. “Fair, very fair.”

“Where’s your hat?” he asked, noticing the blonde streaks in her brown hair for the first time, wondering if she always had them as she always had her hair hidden by a hat.

She pushed a hand through her hair, the blonde more noticeable as her hair flashed under the lights. “Oh, I wore a beanie today cuz it was cold. But I took it off because it made me look like shit.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that it was you making the beanie look like shit, not the other way around?” he asked teasingly.

She reached over to give his shoulder a push. “Shut up, you jerk,” she laughed before swiping the hat he wore on his own head and putting it on her head. “There, now I have my hat,” she said, sticking out her tongue at him.

Calum let out a small gasp of disbelief. Unbeknownst to her, Calum also liked Brooke. He liked that she was quick-witted in every aspect; that she could go from voicing the most complexly profound thoughts to giving the snarkiest of retorts. And he’d be lying if he said that every time she mouthed off didn’t stir his dom side wild. Like now. She continued to smirk at him before turning to face forward in her desk, her hands coming to rest cockily behind her neck, fingers interlacing. He leaned forward and snatched his hat off her head. “Shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to us, Brooke,” he breathed in her ear, getting smug satisfaction at the way she shivered.

But then, that bratty look was on her face as she turned in her seat to fire back with “Says you, snack thief.”

~~~

She heard the footsteps running up behind her before Calum was letting loose a scream behind her. She laughed and pushed his shoulder, laughing more as he stumbled over his feet. “You scared me, you jerk!”

“Yeah?” he asked, his brown eyes shining proudly.

“No,” she admitted, pushing him again. “I heard you, dumbass. If you had grabbed me though, I probably would’ve screamed.”

“Aw, shit. I had my headphones in, forgot you could hear me running.”

“You idiot,” she chuckled, pushing him a third time while he danced away from her, half chuckles falling from his own lips.

“Skip with me,” he directed.

“Skip with you?”

“Yeah! C’mon!” And then he was skipping down the sidewalk. She laughed and followed suit. God, how he could be so cute and dorky while being sexy as hell was beyond her. And totally unfair.

“So, where you headed?” she asked as they stopped skipping and fell into a relaxed walking pace.

His shoulders shrugged as he gripped his backpack straps. “Was gonna play some pool. Did you know we have a game center on campus? It’s fuckin’ sick.”

She rolled her eyes. “You really are an idiot.”

“What?”

“DiD yOu KnOw We HaVe A gAmE cEnTeR oN cAmPuS?” she mocked. “Of course we have a game center.”

“Well, shit, I didn’t know about it until Monday, okay Miss Smartypants? Shit…”

“I’m teasing, you goof. But, pool, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m not very good. But it’s a good way to kill some time.”

“Aw, don’t wanna go home?” she teased.

“Not to 3 dudes, I don’t!”

“Aw, roommates, how cute.”

“Yeah, I’m a broke ass college student. ‘Course I got roommates. You don’t?”

“Nope,” she answered, popping the “p” sound. “I’m a RA so I get a single at a discount.”

“Nice, look at you, baller.”

She shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“You mean you can have sex without anyone bothering you, you mean.”

She gasped in shock, “Calum!”

It was his turn to shrug as he grinned dangerously. “Am I wrong?” he challenged.

“That is none of your business, sir,” Brooke laughed, grateful it was dark out so he couldn’t she the blush in her cheeks.

“Aw, c’mon, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“That we most definitely are,” she agreed, bypassing his original question. “And this is you,” she added, gesturing to the student center.

“This is me,” he confirmed. “See ya Monday, then?”

“Yeah, see ya in class,” she nodded. “Have fun.” Then, in a moment of bravery, she leaned for a hug.

His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she was slightly taken aback by the warm softness that radiated from such a strong arm. “See ya, girl,” he whispered as they broke apart.

By the time she let herself into her room, she had already sent him a friend request on Instagram and he had accepted.

~~~

Her fingers shook over her keyboard, the message chat open on her phone. She had been too shy to impose herself on his game of pool the other night. But he had said they were friends. Friends could play pool together.

Babbling_Brook: How’d playing pool by yourself go lol?

Calpal_hoodie: Lol! Actually one of the pool sharks in there came up to me and wanted to play some frames. It was a really good time.

Babbling_Brook: Oh shit that’s cool! We should play sometime before class lol. See if I still suck.

Her fingers shook with nerves as she waited for his message.

Calpal_hoodie: Haha down!

She let out a breath of relief. Good. He had agreed. Now to make it happen.

Babbling_Brook: Sick. I’m free before class for like 3 hours.

Calpal_hoodie: I have about an hour before.

Babbling_Brook: Sweet, I’ll be able to practice beforehand so I don’t make a total fool of myself lmao.

Calpal_hoodie: Lol! I’m nothing special, it’s okay

Babbling_Brook: We’ll see on Monday then who sucks more lmao

~~~

It was a slow drag to Monday and the impending date to shoot pool. It seemed to both like an eternity had taken place between Brooke’s last message Friday morning and her message Monday afternoon that included a picture of a pool table set up and waiting.

Babbling_Brook: Let’s go, playa!

Calpal_hoodie: I didn’t do the worksheet for class! After?

Her heart sank a little in her chest, but she wasn’t surprised her friend had procrastinated the idiotic assignment that was due every class.

Babbling_Brook: Do it in class lol

Calpal_hoodie: Lol! Sounds good! He doesn’t collect them until the end of class anyway.

Babbling_Brook: Exactly dude!

Calpal_hoodie: Dude! Did I tell you how I bought a new stick? Won’t be here til tomorrow though…

Babbling_Brook: Nice! Table’s set, btw.

“Oi! Over here!” Brooke called out across the room, recognizing that head of dark curls anywhere.

He broke out in a grin, as he hurried over to her. “What up, girl?” he asked, giving her a one-armed hug.

“Not much,” she said, gesturing to the pool table. “Wanna break?”

“Oh, we’re not playing 9-ball?” he asked, brown eyes scanning the table set up.

“No? Because I don’t know how?”

He nodded, placing the cue ball how he wanted, his pool cue sliding through his fingers. “After this, I’ll teach ya?” he asked, taking his shot, the balls clacking loudly, one sinking into a pocket.

She clicked her tongue in her cheek and nodded. “For sure.” Then, “I thought you were bad at this.”

He chuckled at her as he lined up his next shot. “I am. But I also watch a lot so…”

“Visual learner, nice,” she said, taking out her phone and snapping a picture of him leaning over the table. He missed and she moved around, plotting her own shot. “I learn by doing,” she admitted, taking her shot and missing. “Damn,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Learn by doing, eh?” he smirked.

“Was about to turn that into a sex joke myself,” she laughed. Again, when he was busying himself with his turn, she snapped more photos of him. He quirked an eyebrow at her in silent question when he caught her on the third go-round. “What?” she asked, her cheeks flushing. “I like taking candids of my friends,” she half-lied, pocketing her phone. “I like capturing people in their element. Not posing for the camera or putting on a show. Just them being a hundred percent themselves.”

“Mhm,” he replied with a note of playful skepticism. Then, to make conversation, “You said you had a girlfriend, yeah?”

She laughed at the bold directness of the question. “What?! No!”

“No? Shit… I could’ve sworn… Aw, I’m so sorry!” he sputtered, his brown eyes wide and worried he had offended her. He was enveloping her in a hug before she knew it, his chest solid against her. “I love you! Don’t hate me!”

She laughed as they pulled apart. “I might have said I want a girlfriend, but I don’t actually have one. I wish.”

“You and me both,” he laughed. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

She waved him off. “Seriously man, it’s cool. You’re half right. I’m bi. It’s really fun to piss guys off by saying I’ve made out with more girls than they have. I mean, I’ve only made out with 2 girls. But still. You’d be surprised how many guys haven’t even done that.”

He nodded in appreciation. “Sick. So was it a boyfriend, then, and I just misheard?”

“Well…” she paused to think about it. “I mean, I’m seeing someone.”

He nodded and she detected the way his face fell for a moment. His face fell more when he sunk the 8 ball in the pocket and the cue ball followed. “Shit, good game.”

She laughed. “Thanks! It’s almost like you did all the work for me!”

“It’s cuz I did,” he laughed with her. “Alright, so 9-ball,” he started to explain as he set up the table. “You play with 9 balls.”

“Mmm, kinky,” Brooke snorted. “Continue.”

He rolled his eyes at her joke. “And you go in order. As long as you hit the first number in the sequence first, you’re good.”

Their game made them a few minutes late to their class, both of them giggling as the sped-walked across the room. “No, sit in front of me,” he whispered as she took her regular set in the row beside him.

She rolled her eyes but moved anyway, giggling more before reaching into her backpack to grab her snack. She pushed it to the bottom edge of her desk so he could reach. “More pool after class? Or you got plans?” she whispered, leaning back in her seat.

“Yeah, I’m down for a few games,” he whispered back, his hand reaching into the bag of teddy bear shaped graham crackers. Then, “So, you’ve only ever made out with chicks, but have you…?”

She gasped at the question he left hanging between them. “Yes, I’ve had sex. But only with one dude.”

“The one you’re seeing?”

She nodded. “And your body count?”

He snickered into his hand. “Way more than one.”

She turned, her eyes wide. She shouldn’t be surprised. He was a good looking guy. Too good looking if she could say so herself. Of course he was using it to his benefit.

~~~

“So, the guy?” he questioned, eyes trained on the pool table after class. “Must be good dick if he’s the only one?”

She laughed from her spot on the stool. “I guess? I mean, I wouldn’t know any different.”

“Aw, how cute,” he teased.

“Shut the fuck up,” she laughed at him, then put her hands on top of her head and sighed. “Fuck, I need to get fucked though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Yeah. Haven’t seen him in like a week.”

“You seeing him tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, what are you doing here playing pool with me for? Go get your dick girl!”

She rolled her eyes. “He hasn’t texted me he landed yet. I got time.”

“Long distance?”

She shook her head. “Nah, he was just traveling for work.”

“Nice,” he nodded. “So tits or ass?”

“My preference? As a girl with no ass herself, I’m a tit woman.”

He let out a chuckle of agreement. “No offense, but doesn’t seem like you got much tits either.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll have you know my tits are huge.”

“Bullshit. What size?”

“Triple D, bitch!” she stated proudly.

“Bull-fuckin-shit! Bet that is the roomiest fuckin bra in the planet.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she smirked. “So, you a dom or a sub?” she asked, keeping the conversation going. If they were talking sex, she was going to get every inch, figuratively speaking.

He let his breathe in a sputtering huff as he thought, he hands raking through his curls. “Depends I guess.”

“Aw, you a switch?” she teased.

“Are you?” he challenged, equally playful.

She shrugged. “I’m a brat. Like I gave this guy the perfect chance to dom me and he flopped. It was kinda sad.”

He laughed. “What did you say?”

“I forget what started it. But I ended up asking what he was gonna do about it. And he just shrugged.”

His eyes went wide and his nose flared slightly at her words. “Oh yeah. Asking what I’m gonna do is gonna get the dom out. Like, excuse me?”

She laughed and shifted in her seat under his gaze. “Yeah! That’s what I expected was going to happen. But nope! What a shame.” She didn’t catch his muttered agreement as her phone buzzed. “Oh, yay! He landed.”

“Gotta go?” he asked, busying himself with taking his shot to hide his deflation.

“Nah,” she waved her hand. “We can finish the game. He’s still gotta get here.”

“Alright, for sure,” he said, perking back up again.

The game didn’t last much longer as Calum remained his innocence that he really wasn’t that good and Brooke proved that she actually wasn’t good. “Alright, I’m out,” she said, setting her pool stick aside. “See ya Wednesday?” she asked, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“Yup,” he said, giving her another one armed hug. “Go get that dick.”

She laughed as they let go and walked off calling out, “I fuckin will!”

As she tidied up her room, waiting for her actual date, she sent Calum the pictures she had taken of him earlier.

Babbling_Brook: Some of the better shots I took

Calpal_hoodie: Nice! Had a great time. Let’s do it again, yeah?

She grinned at her phone before responding.

Babbling_Brook: Oh for fuckin sure. New after class ritual lol?

Calpal_hoodie: Down

Babbling_Brook: Sweet. We should try the little bowling thing they got. Maybe I can actually win lmao

Calpal_hoodie: You a good bowler?

Babbling_Brook: Nope! But my dude makes mini bowling alleys for a living so I like to think I got a slight advantage lol

Calpal_hoodie: Oh, gotcha! He home yet?

Babbling_Brook: Nah. He’s stopping to get us burgers first.

Calpal_hoodie: Animal style burger then fuck me animal style lol?

Babbling_Brook: He fuckin better!

Calpal_hoodie: Jesus lmao. Hahaha. Love it.

Babbling_Brook: Look, my hand and vibrator only do so much before a girl just needs a real dick. And THAT’S why I’m only half gay.

Calpal_hoodie: With the technology y’all have with vibrators… so much pressure is put on the men I’ll have you know. When a vibrator can hit “your spot” a million times without fail… it really sets us up for failure lmao

Babbling_Brook: Well maybe I have a romantic kink then lol. I need human touch more than I need a damn vibrator.

On the other side of campus, Calum hung his head sadly, wishing more than he cared to admit that he was the one providing her with that human touch she craved.

~~~

On Wednesday, Brooke carefully plotted her outfit. She was a bit bitter that Calum hadn’t believed her about her boob size, and she was determined to make him regret ever having doubted her.

She admired herself briefly in her tank top before she threw on her hoodie and hat.

~~~

She was leaving the gym and was headed for the game center when her phone pinged.

Calpal_hoodie: Syllabus doesn’t have a worksheet for today so guess who’s ditching?

Babbling_Brook: Bruh… so pool?

Calpal_hoodie: Yeah I’ll be playing pool until my pussy appointment later tonight. So like til 8 probs.

Her heart sank a little. But she supposed it was her fault for bragging about her own sex life.

Babbling_Brook: Shit, get it!

Calpal_hoodie: Yeah. So I’ll be playing with some of the pool sharks, but if you wanna swing by, I’ll play a few games with ya.

She chuckled and took a quick selfie of her with the pool tables behind her.

Babbling_Brook: “swing by later” bitch get on my level lmao

Calpal_hoodie: Haha! Okay I see you I see you.

Brooke chuckled to herself as she pocketed her phone and watched the door for him. She had shrugged herself free of the hoodie long ago, the Southern California weather providing more warmth than seemed logically possible for the middle of February. She drummed her fingers impatiently against her leg, her mind debating whether to get a table for herself or just to wait.

She narrowed her eyes when Calum finally did stroll in, and right past her, a man on a mission. Rather than storming over there like she wanted, she took out her phone and snapped more photos of him, enjoying seeing him in his element. Then, she picked up her things and strolled over.

“Just walk right by me, huh?” she greeted teasingly, her hand going to rest on his shoulder.

His brown eyes shined brightly and he grinned as he turned towards her familiar voice. “Hey! Shit, my bad,” he responded, wrapping her in his famous one-armed hug. “Must’ve walked right by you.”

“Yeah, I saw you walk by and was like really?”

“I’m sorry!” he laughed, pouting his lips at her. “Do you have a table?”

“Nah,” she waved her hand. “I’ll watch for a bit. We’ll play ourselves later.”

“Cool, for sure,” he nodded before engaging himself with the small group of guys already playing at the table.

She pretended to busy herself with her phone or studying the table, anything to distract herself from studying him. She had her back turned when his fingers brushing across her bare shoulder made her jump. “Nice tattoo,” he murmured as he retracted his light touch, her skin on fire.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, her cheeks flushing as her own fingers flew up to trace the sunflower his fingers had been tracing mere seconds ago. “I like yours too,” she added, pointing at his arms that held much more ink than her single small shoulder piece.

His soft chuckle tickled her ear as he stayed close behind her. “Also, I owe you an apology,” he said, his eyes darting downwards briefly. “I see it now with the tank top.”

“Told ya,” she smirked over her shoulder at him.

His eyes went wide in realization. “Wait! Did you wear a tank top on purpose?”

She scoffed and averted his gaze. “What? That’s ridiculous. No I- yes I did,” she laughed, not able to keep a straight face. “Did it work?” she asked with a hopeful voice.

He let out another soft chuckle in response, then, “Go set up a table. I’m almost done with this game.”

“Aw shit, are we keeping you from your girl?” one of the guys Calum had been playing with asked.

The two friends jumped apart. “What? No! We’re just friends!” they both blurted before Brooke walked off to the front desk to get a table for her and Calum.

“Sorry about that,” Calum said, a hand rubbing at his neck when she came back.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s harmless.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he chuckled. “Could you imagine though?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk.

She laughed at his bluntness. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t,” she answered truthfully.

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side.

She shrugged. “You’re a good looking dude. I got a nice rack. I’m also smart as hell. We get along. Wouldn’t be a whole lot different than what we’re doing now.”

“Shit, I suppose you’re right. Too bad we’ll never know.” His shrug mirrored her own, his words meaning different things to each of them. To him, he was referring to her “seeing someone” and to her it was solidification that a guy like him would never go for a girl like her.

“Yup,” she said, just to have something to say as she lined up her shot.

“Here, can I tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

“Yeah, shoot,” she said, straightening up, intrigued.

“You bridge with your thumb,” he told her, pointing at her hand still resting on the pool table. “Which is fine because you can tilt it and such. But lie the rest of your knuckles flat on the table. It’ll give you steadier control.”

“Oh. Like this?” she checked, adjusting her hand slightly so her knuckles were flat against the green felt rather than tilted at an angle.

“Yeah, there you go.”

She bent back over the table to take her shot, fully aware of how heavy his gaze felt on her.

They remained quiet as they went about playing their game, minus the small muttered curses at a missed shot, exchanging soft smiles as they moved about the table and each other. When he won, he high-fived her. “Good game. You almost had me. Play by yourself for a bit and I’ll be back to check on you? I’m gonna go get in on another game with them if I can,” he said, jerking a thumb at the table in front of them.

“I’ll be here,” she smiled at him, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his mention of checking up on her. She lost herself in focusing on her own game, but her gaze still fluttered over to him more than she intended. And every time she looked away, he looked over at her.

“You good?” he asked, coming up behind her.

She pushed the strands of hair that were falling in her face out of the way, having discarded her hat a while ago. “Yup. How’s your game?”

“Oh we finished. But the other guy wants to play so here I am. Mind if I?” He let his gesturing finish his question as his large hand swept over the table.

She took a step back, “Go for it.”

Again, they didn’t say much. This time though, she busied herself with getting lost in the music playing from the speakers around the room, singing softly and moving her hips to the beat. He tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t get her off his mind. There was something in the way she just felt familiar to him, like he didn’t have to put on a show. He could just be, and she would just accept it, no questions asked.

He drummed his fingers against his thighs after he cleared the table, pondering his next move. “Alright, I’m heading back over there. But, uh…?”

Brooke chuckled. “Go do you. I’m fine.”

She played another two games by herself without Calum coming back. She set up for a third game, and left it there before walking over to where he was. “Hey,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, feeling her heart race when he turned and grinned at her.

“Hey!”

“Hi,” she laughed at his happy nature, his eyes rimmed red.

“We’re a little high. Wanna hit?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”

“Don’t smoke?”

“No.”

“Have you ever?”

“Once.”

“Nice! Oh, I’m gonna go get some food. You guys want anything?”

“I won’t say no to a cheese pizza. Since you’re offering.”

The other guy muttered something about how pizza sounded great, pulling out his wallet.

“Nah,” Calum waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I offered.”

“Ah, well shit. I’ll get next time then. I don’t like mooching.”

Brooke laughed and touched Calum’s shoulder again. “Oh, I don’t give a fuck about mooching.”

Calum laughed with her, before his eyes got playfully dark. “Venmo me, bitch.”

She laughed more, “Nah, I’ll pay you in other ways, yeah?” she teased , eyes darting to his lap.

The other guy clapped a hand to his mouth as he snorted in laughter. “Damn, you gonna suck his dick right here?”

Brooke ran a hand through her hair, “Cal wishes.”

“Right. You guys aren’t together. But like… would you?”

Brooke shrugged and opted for honesty, “Yeah, I’d fuck him.”

“Nice. And you?” he asked Calum.

“Me what?”

“Would you fuck her?”

“Given a chance? Oh, hell yeah.” He reached into his backpack and took a hit off a vape pen before walking off in search of pizza.

“So are you with someone else or is he?” the guy asked Brooke.

“Uh… little bit of both?” she said skeptically with a shrug as she took a seat on the stool.

He nodded. Then blinked. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Well, I’ve been seeing someone for years. But weren’t not… serious I guess? More of like a super close friendship that involves sex.”

He nodded again, understanding better. “So dating without the label?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess. And not for lack of trying on my part. I mean, I like the dude, obviously. But I’d also like to say I have a boyfriend.”

“Mhm. And that one?” he asked, jerking a thumb towards where Calum had wandered off.

“Oh, Cal’s single. He’s actually going to hook up with a chick later.”

“And that chick isn’t you?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Why not? You just both admitted you’d fuck each other. You guys seem to get along. And he hasn’t stopped checking you out.”

She blushed. “I think I ruined it by telling him I was seeing someone. I think he thinks it’s an actual relationship. And I don’t know how to bring that up. Especially now. ‘Hey Cal, remember how we just said we’d fuck each other given a chance? Well, I’m actually single. Surprise!’? No. He’d think I was just saying it. And I’m not into people thinking I’m using them.”

The guy nodded for a third time. “Fair enough. Fuck, I’m so high right now. Shit, I gotta get to class. How long does it take to get pizza?”

Brooke chuckled as she pushed back her hair. “Want me to go check on him?”

“Would you mind?”

“Nah, not at all,” she said getting up. She would take any excuse to be with Calum.

Calum had a beer in his hand and was sitting at a table, his head down as he looked at the phone in his other hand. She couldn’t stop herself from suppressing the urge to place her hands on those squishy cheeks as she moved towards him but at the last second, her hands placed themselves on either side of his head, giving him a playful shake. “Hey!” he said, brightening up as he realized it was her. “I got a beer,” he added, showing her the beer in his hand. “The pizza should be out soon. I got a medium cuz it was cheaper.”

“Smart move,” she agreed. “I didn’t know you were even old enough to drink.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “I’m 22. My birthday was a couple weeks ago.”

“Shit yeah? I turned 22 back in December.”

“Aw, we like birthday buddies almost.”

“Almost yeah. Hey, I didn’t make things awkward when I admitted I’d sleep with you, did I?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, I admitted the same thing. We’re still cool.”

“Cool,” she smiled.

“So what’s up? Come to check on me?”

“Yeah, thought I’d keep you company. Plus the guy’s gotta get to class so he’s getting a bit impatient.”

Calum’s laugh rang out in the pizza shop. “Guess he’s gonna be late to class. But, tell him it shouldn’t be much longer?”

“Yeah, for sure,” she said, patting his shoulder before walking back to the game room.

“Aw, damn, was hoping you’d both come back,” the guy said, seeing only her return.

“Sorry, man. Cal got a medium cuz it was cheaper so he’s gotta wait. Should be done soon though.”

“Alright, no problem,” he had just enough time to respond before Calum was walking to them, a pizza box with plates in one hand and his beer in the other. “Awesome! Wish I didn’t have to grab and leave, but I gotta get going. Got a quiz.”

“No worries man,” Calum told him, handing the other man a plate and opening the box. “Sorry it took so long.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Thanks, man,” he said, loading his plate up with slices of pizza. “Catch ya later. Nice meeting you…” his voice faltered as he looked at Brooke.

“Brooke,” she supplied. “Nice meeting you too.”

“Yup. See ya guys.”

“Thanks for the pizza, Cal,” she said, putting a slice on the plate he handed her.

“No problem. Needed to eat something. Aw, he took like all the pepperoni,” he frowned at the box.

She looked at the box with him, her heart fluttering that half of it was cheese for her. “You could’ve gotten it all pepperoni.”

“But you wanted cheese,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.

“You’re cute, you know that?” she asked, being bold and taking a sip of his beer herself, wincing at the taste.

“Hey!” he laughed, snatching his beer back. “Getcha own beer.”

She made a face. “Yuck! You can keep it. Ugh. Nasty!”

“So you don’t drink either?”

She shook her head. “That makes me like the most boring person on the planet huh? College girl who doesn’t drink or smoke.”

“Nah,” he said with a shake of his head. “One of my roommates is the same way. So you just don’t like the taste or you scared?”

“Scared? I’m not scared of anything.”

He laughed. “No! I didn’t mean it like that. Not scared of anything, huh? Should’ve guessed. I just meant… some people don’t drink because they got a family history. So they’re more… aware of the choices they make. Or don’t make, I guess.”

“Is your roommate one of those people?”

“Yeah. Being an alcoholic scares him. Rightfully so. Shit’s scary.”

“You don’t seem scared yourself.”

He shrugged. “I like to think I know my limits. Like this will be the only drink I have.”

She nodded, approvingly. “I’m just not a big fan of the taste. But, I’ll drink every now and then. But even then, it’s barely enough to give me a buzz. I like being in control.”

“Ooo, a dom, eh?” his eyes danced playfully.

“Says the switch!” she laughed. “No. I’m just a brat. Don’t have enough confidence to actually be a dom. I’m all bark and no bite.” Her voice trailed off as they ate their pizza. When she caught him lip syncing to the music playing through the speakers, she spoke up, “Like this music?”

He nodded, a slight red tinge undertoning his tanned cheeks. “Yeah. But I’ll listen to just about anything.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I play and sing, so…”

“Yeah?! That’s awesome. What do you play?”

“Bass, mostly. My roommates and I are actually in a band.”

“No shit?” she asked. “Would love to watch you play sometime then.”

“Yeah? Shit, I’ll tell you next time we practice, then,” he promised, reaching into the pizza box. “Aw, shit, is there any left?”

She nodded. “Should be one more.”

“Yeah? How many did you have?”

“This is my third.”

“That was my fourth. Last one’s yours then.”

She shook her head. “No. You bought it. You take it. I’m good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Game?”

“For sure,” he nodded, taking a big bite of the slice.

They played at a slow pace, taking their time. At one point he went back to his pizza slice to take a bite, but held it out to her in offering. She grinned and instead of taking it from his hands like he expected, she leaned down and tore off a piece with her teeth. “Thanks,” she continued to grin around the bite, making him laugh. They loved how easy it felt to be around each other, quirky banter without any sense of awkwardness or trying to impress the other. Just straight up honesty at every turn.

“Ugh!” he muttered in frustration as he missed what seemed like an easy shot even for her. “I’m getting mad!”

She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled so hard she let out a loud squeaky wheezing sound.

“Was that you?” he asked.

She nodded, her body continuing to shake with her laughter. “Sorry. I do that when I laugh too hard. You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”

“You know that you’re just cute?” he asked back.

She blushed and busied herself with taking her turn, opting not to respond.

“So what’s your favorite position?” he asked her.

“Shit!” she sputtered, bringing a finger to her lips in thought.

“My bad. You don’t have to answer.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Just a good question. Shit… Uh… well I’m a little romantic at heart, so probably missionary. But I like others too.”

“Yeah? Missionary’s my favorite because I can pull her hair and make her look at me.”

Her eyes went wide. “Ooo, into hair pulling huh? I love pulling and getting my hair pulled.”

His own eyes went wide and his cock twitched in his pants. “Yeah? What other positions do you like? You said there were others.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” she stammered. “Well, uh… like most girls I assume, I get off through clit stimulation. So 69 is like a gold mine. Doggy’s also nice.”

He nodded approvingly as his cock twitched more. “Wanna know the nice part of doggy?” he asked, his voice catching a little.

“What?” she laughed, knowing she had him about as flustered as he had her.

“You get to pull her up by her hair and play with her clit,” he winked.

“Ayyyy! That’s exactly why I like it!”

“It’s definitely on the list of positions I like too. Plus I get to choke her a bit. That’s why I like missionary too.”

“Any position you can choke and pull her hair, huh? See, I like doggy because I get both of those and some ass smacking. All my kinks in one position.”

“Aw, you got them soft kinks,” he teased.

“Shut up, so do you!” she laughed.

He sat down in a high-backed chair that rocked slightly with his movements. “Aw, shit, this chair would be perfect to have a girl riding me on,” he acknowledged with a horny look. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he gripped the armrests and made the chair rock more. “Just, a little this with her hand choking me. Phew… Clutch, lemme tell ya.”

“Annnd, there’s the switch,” she giggled.

“Look, I only like being dommed when she’s riding me. Otherwise, I’m domming.”

“Next you’re gonna tell me you like being called ‘Daddy’,” she scoffed at him.

The way his eyes lit up at the title had her gulping involuntarily. “Fuck yeah. The girl I’m gonna hook up with later- we’ve hooked up in the past- she called me ‘Sir’ once and I corrected her so fuckin’ hard.”

She laughed to hide her arousal. “You’re so weird.”

He smirked at her as he stood up. “Aw, got you a little flustered, do I?” he breathed down at her once he had closed their distance

“Like I don’t have you just as flustered,” she shot back, rubbing her hand against his cheek. “Daddy,” she added with a loud laugh. She pursed her lips in a knowing smirk of her own at the way he looked: his eyes clenched shut, hands curling in a fist, and teeth biting into his lip. “What? I shouldn’t touch you?” she continued to play with him, dropping her hand to draw it down his torso, enjoying the feel of his muscles underneath her fingertips. He radiated strength in a way that made her weak in the knees and wet between her thighs. Thankfully for her, she could hide her arousal better than he could.

“You really shouldn’t,” he said, his lips barely moving, and his brown eyes practically pitch black with lust.

She shrugged and stepped back. “Your shot, by the way,” she told him, gesturing at the pool table.

Right. Pool. He had nearly forgotten what he was originally here to do, his mind full of thoughts that centered around bending her over the pool table and wiping that smirk off her face. Her own mind raced with similar thoughts, wishing he didn’t have a hook up date with another girl.

~~~

Brooke wasn’t expecting to hear from Calum until Monday, so when her phone pinged not even an hour after they had said their goodbyes for the night, she was definitely surprised.

Calpal_hoodie: Wanna hear something annoying?

She perked up so much, she felt a little guilty.

Babbling_Brook: Omg, yes! What happened with your date?

Calpal_hoodie: So, she gets here. We drove around to find a spot. I take out my condoms. She’s ALLERGIC to them! So, I drove to a store to get new ones. I drive back. And she’s like “can you drive me back please?” She was about to break down about her break up with her ex and couldn’t handle it. So dry dick for Cal.

Brooke clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress her giggles. On one hand, she felt bad for him. On the other, she was glad his date had freaked out. The fact that- besides playing venting at her- he had let his date call it quits before it even started only made Brooke feel better about her feelings about Calum.

Babbling_Brook: If it makes you feel any better, this chick I’m never gonna stand a chance with called me a pussy wetter. Which like… no… I’m dorky and awkward. I just have a talent for being smooth as fuck

Calpal_hoodie: Lol. You want me to agree with her, don’t you?

Babbling_Brook: I mean… I gave you the set up…

Calpal_hoodie: Lol! Yes, you definitely have pussy wetting potential.

Babbling_Brook: Potential?! Aw, bubbie…

Calpal_hoodie: Bubbie? Lol

Babbling_Brook: Not into pet names? Cal the Snack Thief is a tad long... And again. “Potential”?! Smh… lowkey offended, bubbie.

Calpal_hoodie: So am I… And no! I didn’t mean it like that, honest… When I use the term “potential” it means you already got it.

Babbling_Brook: 1.) Did you just make a big dick joke? 2.) I’m teasing. I know I’m a smooth talking son of a gun. I can talk the panties off a mannequin.

Calpal_hoodie: Yes, yes I did lol. And note taken. That was smooth right there.

Babbling_Brook: I mean… I made you nice and flustered earlier, yeah?

Calpal_hoodie: Oh yeah… fuck! I just want pussy in my mouth with my cock down someone’s throat… is that too much to ask?!

Babbling_Brook: You and me both, bubbie. Only the opposite. But yeah…

Calpal_hoodie: Wake up that dude of yours by sucking his dick then, lmao. I’m gonna get high as balls.

Babbling_Brook: Nah, I’m probs just gonna go to bed. As for you? Yeah, go get high as balls and maybe you’ll forget it’s your own hand you’re fucking.

Calpal_hoodie: Now you’re just making me feel bad lmao

Babbling_Brook: Just being a brat, like whatchu gonna do?

Calpal_hoodie: Lmao, I think you know what I would do… fuck, I’ll probably end up sending nudes to my chick after I smoke. I always get more comfortable doing that when I’m high as hell.

Babbling_Brook: Makes sense. Being drunk/high tends to lower one’s inhibitions so people are more likely to step outside of their normal comfort zone when under the influence (See, told ya I was smart, too)

Calpal_hoodie: Alright, calm down Plato lol

Babbling_Brook: Lol.

She paused and looked at her phone. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She had to know.

Babbling_Brook: Now… out of pure curiosity… I’m pretty bratty with you frequently. Given the chance, what would you actually do?

Calpal_hoodie: Look at you all turned on asking me lol

She chuckled at her phone. She wasn’t going to let him see her sweat. She turned up the brat charm.

Babbling_Brook: My curiosity is turned on, sure. As for the rest of me? Dry as your dick, bubbie.

Calpal_hoodie: Oh, damn! Alright… so like… what would I do to you sexually? If I had the chance and you were single?

She frowned at her phone, briefly. Was he only this willing to divulge all this information to her because he thought she was with someone else? Because he could freely flirt with her because he thought all it amounted to was just two friends talking shit? She wondered if now was her chance to come clean. Let him know that he had misinterpreted her words when she said she was seeing someone. But, she was afraid he would balk if she did. That knowing there was no actual boundary would be what pushed their relationship into awkward territory. And as much as she liked him that way, she also really enjoyed the friendship and didn’t want to lose that.

Babbling_Brook: Yeah. We’re both single. We have the relationship we do now. I mouth off like I always do. What do you do?

Calpal_hoodie: Well I’d tell you that if you keep mouthing off, you won’t have any room left in your mouth to speak. And of course you wouldn’t want to stop talking shit then. So I’d prove it and make you get on your knees for me… and if we had that room to ourselves, you’d definitely end up over that pool table taking every inch. But… ya know… lol!

Brooke gulped, reading the message, knowing he wouldn’t have told her that if she told him the truth. It was easy to be bold when you thought nothing could come of it.

Babbling_Brook: Oh, so when you said you were a dom, you meant like a dom dom. Alright… I dig.

Calpal_hoodie: Lol oh yeah. And you? What would you do?

Babbling_Brook: Shit… flip the script, yeah? Alright… Well, I’d definitely be much brattier knowing I could probably get something out of it. Test these dom limits of yours. And then get hella insecure that you saw me as a fling. Because even though I started everything in good fun, I’d be secretly craving a relationship like the romantic ho I am.

Calpal_hoodie: Aw! Least you’re honest. Well, would’ve been fun.

She shook her head sadly at her phone. If only he knew this was all entirely possible.

Babbling_Brook: I try to be lol. Like in all reality, I’d let you fuck me six ways to Sunday and then probably cry about it because I’d get all girly about it. But I’d still be my bratty self to you in person acting all cool and unbothered cuz I don’t want to be clingy and weird. Definitely would’ve been a ride for sure- pun fully intended.

Calpal_hoodie: Aw! That’s like both a lil sad but so honest and genuine. Nice pun, btw lol.

Babbling_Brook: Lol, it’s okay though. Cuz, trust, you’d want a relationship. Like I’m fuckin great! I can be adventurous as fuck or we can chill in bed all day watching movies. And I value my independence so like I’m more than fine with you going off with your boys or whatever cuz I like my alone time. Plus, I’ll remind you of what you got waiting for you later…

Calpal_hoodie: Ayyy! Sounds good to me lmao! Fuck, I still gotta smoke…

Babbling_Brook: Cool, cool. I’m gonna hit the hay. Enjoy that smoke and the thoughts we put in each other’s head lol!

Calpal_hoodie: Lmao, will do!

They both did. They both made a mess of themselves at the idea of giving themselves over to the other one.

~~~

Again, Brooke didn’t expect to hear from Calum until Monday at class. So when her phone pinged on Saturday and the notification said it was from him, her eyebrows pinched together in confusion while her heart raced in excitement.

Calpal_hoodie: Hey, I dunno if you had plans or anything. But my roommates and I are gonna have a rehearsal. So if… No worries if you’re busy. Just thought you’d be interested.

Babbling_Brook: Nah, that sounds great! I’m off today. Where you guys at?”

He messaged her an address to a set of apartments she knew was a few blocks from campus. A twenty minute walk, tops. She looked out the window at the soft warm sunshine. A walk would be perfect.

Babbling_Brook: Cool, be there in twenty. Should I bring anything?

Calpal_hoodie: Nah, just your cute ass

Babbling_Brook: Lmao, you mean my nonexistent ass?

Calpal_hoodie: Lol, it’s okay. You don’t need an ass. You got tits for days.

Babbling_Brook: That I do, lol. See ya in a few then.

The music playing in her headphones got caught off by her phone pinging. Her heart sank, thinking it was Calum cancelling. But it wasn’t. It was Trevor, her not-boyfriend.

Trev: Hey

Brookie: Hey

Trev: You busy?

Brookie: Yeah, I’m actually heading over to a friend’s. Gonna watch his band practice

Trev: His? Like a dude?

Brookie: Is that a problem?

Trev: No. So later then?

Brookie: Maybe… What are we, Trev?

Trev: This again? Brookie…

Brookie: I know. I just…

Trev: You wanna fuck this dude without feeling guilty?

Brookie: Don’t put words in my mouth… I’m not trying to fight.

Trev: I’m not either. Look, we’ve dated other people before. You’re free to do what you want Brookie. I’ll be here whenever you’re done having your fun.

Brookie: Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m the one stringing you along. You wanted this setup, not me.

Trev: I wasn’t saying that to be mean, Brookie, damn. Seriously, have your fun.

Brookie: I’m sorry, Trev. I didn’t expect to feel this way.

Trev: You don’t have to apologize, Brookie. I’m the idiot who keeps you at arm’s length. I know that comes with the risk of losing you to someone who won’t. But that’s my problem, not yours.

Brookie: I’m still sorry. I don’t like hurting you.

Trev: I know. That’s part of your charm Brookie. You care deeply about everyone around you. Don’t worry about me, okay?

Brookie: Easier said than done, Trev…

Trev: I know. See ya around, Brookie.

She sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall, feeling stupid for mourning a loss that was never hers to lose in the first place. All Trevor and her had been were friends who sometimes had sex. Which is why she had known exactly what to say to Calum about what she would afterwards in the event they ever crossed the line and had sex themselves. It had been a projection of her own relationship with Trevor. She just had to keep faith that maybe her relationship with Calum would have a better ending.

She paused to collect herself before she rapped her knuckles on the door of Calum’s apartment. The door swung open before she had even finished knocking and she was being pulled in the apartment and that one-armed hug she only now fully realized how much she loved. “Hey! You’re here! Guys! This is Brooke. Brooke, these are the guys. Ash, Luke, and Mike.”

3 tall guys nodded as their names were called, first a hazel-eyed brunette with a bright red bandana, then a blue-eyed blonde with a lip ring, and a guy with hair dyed the same shade of green as his eyes.

“Hi,” she squeaked, heat rushing to her cheeks. Of course someone as good looking as Calum would have equally good-looking friends.

“You okay?” Calum asked her, his brown eyes full of concern.

She let out her breath in a huff and shrugged her shoulders. “Eh,” she held her hand flat and gave it a small shake. “It’s fine. So do you guys do covers or write your own stuff?”

“Bit of both,” the blonde told her.

“Cool! What would you classify the stuff you make as? Like genre?”

“Punk!” the green-haired man grinned.

Brooke chuckled as the others sighed, “Mikey…”

“We’re mostly rock oriented,” the brunette explained. “But we experiment with different sounds, so I wouldn’t classify us specifically as a rock band. We just make music we like to make. The genre part is irrelevant.”

“Ash, the word smith,” Calum teased with a roll of his eyes as he moved across the room to pick up the bass he must have set aside when he answered the door. “Have a seat,” he directed at Brooke. “Get comfortable.”

She took a seat on a chair while the men went to various instruments. “2, 3, 4,” the brunette, Ash, counted from a drum kit. Brooke watched his thick thigh work to create a steady fast-paced beat, drumsticks twirling effortlessly before her eyes were glancing back over to Calum who had his eyes closed as he played the beat with Ash before the other two joined in with their the guitars and the blonde started singing.

Brooke watched, mesmerized, her jaw dropping when Calum started singing himself. She quickly closed it when he caught her and shot her a wink. She swayed in her seat, her feet tapping along to the beat as the roommates played their way through some songs she didn’t recognize so she assumed they were theirs, snapping the occasional picture.

~~~

“So, how do you know, Cal?” Ash was asking her an hour later as they both sipped on water. The instruments had been placed aside in favor of game controllers and when Ash made a mention of grabbing some drinks, she had realized how parched she had become.

“Oh, we have a class together.”

He nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter. “College girl meets college boy, huh? Same major?”

She chuckled softly, before shaking her head. “No, I’m a photography major. I think Cal’s English, isn’t he?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Cal’s an English major. He always liked to read. But photography, eh? That explains you taking all those pictures.”

She shrugged. “I like seeing people for who they truly are. Are you guys in college, too?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I graduated last year. And those two barely made it out of high school. Cal and I were the only ones who could stick out school. Which is crazy cuz Luke’s mum’s a teacher.”

She chuckled more. “Mum… what are you, British?”

“Australian, darling. We all are. Cal didn’t tell you?”

She sputtered, choking on her water. “What?! No! No, he didn’t.”

He giggled and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Yeah. Luke and Mike have dreams of being rockstars. And they’re our boys and it’s our band. So when we graduated high school, we all moved out here. But, Cal wanted a college education. And I had already completed a year myself at that point, so I joined him. And Luke and Mike… well, their talents lie elsewhere. They’ve gotten us a few demos made. We even have our own albums and perform at festivals. Just waiting for Cal to get done so we can make it big time.”

“Sounds to me like that won’t be that hard. You guys got some serious talent.”

“Yeah? You think?”

She nodded. “Yeah. So you’re a year older then?”

It was his turn to nod. “There abouts. I’m 23. Mike and Cal are 22. Then Luke’s the baby. He won’t be 22 until after my 24th birthday. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, I’m 22. I’m about two months older than Cal.”

“Nice. And you have a class together with Cal?”

She nodded. “Yeah. We had a class last year which is how we met. Honestly, I didn't think he noticed me at all. Then, this semester we ended up in another class together, and I guess I made more of an impression than I thought.”

He smiled down at her and she thought she’d drown in that hazel gaze. “Oh, you made the impression alright. Mate doesn’t shut up about you. Always going on about the girl in class with the snacks and snark.”

She laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand as she blushed. “Don’t know why he would. I’m really not much. Just a girl who doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.”

“Should see yourself from someone else’s point of view, darling. Cuz, you’re a bombshell, if I can be so bold as to say so.”

She sputtered again. “Oh yeah?”

He leaned down, his gaze heavy on her. “Oh, yeah.”

“Hey!” Calum’s voice snapped darkly and Ash and Brooke jumped apart, Ash giving his friend a sheepish grin, Brooke’s face bright red like she had got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “The fuck, Ash?”

Ash raised his hands in defense. “My bad. Line crossed. I’ll back off.”

“Yeah, back the fuck up. She’s got a boyfriend.”

“You’re dating?” Ash’s hazel eyes flashed in startled confusion.

Calum’s brown eyes rolled. “No. She’s got a boyfriend.”

Brooke fiddled with her fingers. “Um… actually…” she started, her voice small, both slightly frightened and turned on by Calum’s protective jealousy.

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” Calum’s voice asked, the fierceness replaced by a tone that sounded on the verge of breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I said… and you assumed… and I didn’t… Cal, we said…” Brooke’s hands started to flutter at her sides, her eyes welling up with tears. The girl who normally had more words than she knew what to do with was speechless.

“Whoa… hey,” his voice soothed and then he was pulling her into a hug. But instead of one arm, it was both, and she was about to crack from the soft intimacy. “C’mere,” he said before he was leading her down the hallway and into a bedroom. “Brooke, it astounds me how fucking blunt and honest we are with each other. Like the shit that comes out of your mouth blows me away sometimes. But you really couldn’t feel like you could tell me that you didn't have a boyfriend?”

“I’m sorry…” she whispered. “I… what Trevor and I have is hard to explain. It’s like we’re a couple without the label. And it’s always been confusing for me. And I didn’t want to try and explain that and get us both confused, so it was easier to let you think that he was my boyfriend. And then… well, we admitted what we admitted and… I dunno. I think it was easy for you to say those things when you thought nothing could come from it.”

“You think I said those filthy things to you just to say them?”

She shrugged and bit into her lower lip. “Maybe… Easy to flirt with someone when you can hide behind the fact that nothing will come of it…”

“Is that why you let me believe you had a boyfriend? So you could hide?”

She shook her head. “No! I just… look the relationship I had… have… I dunno… it’s not fully what I want. Yes, we’re friends. Yes, we have sex. But I want more than that. And he doesn’t. And that’s fine. But… I can’t do it with you, too. And I know it’s probably on me for being the proud tomboy who likes to be one of the guys. But I can’t keep being the girl who’s not good enough to be the girlfriend.”

“Jesus…” Calum breathed, running his hands through his curls.

“Don’t,” she said, standing up. “It’s fine. I’m the hopeless romantic living in a hookup culture world. Um, I’m gonna go now. But, I’ll see you Monday? Want teddy grahams or pretzels?”

“You’re doing that thing you said you would do,” he muttered.

“What thing?” she asked, forcing a smile.

“Where you said you would act cool and unbothered to not come off as clingy and desperate.”

“I said weird, not desperate…” she mumbled, staring down at her shoes. “See ya, Cal.”

“On your knees,” his voice barked at her as her back turned and her hand gripped the knob of the bedroom door.

“Excuse me?” she asked, turning back to face him, her face a mix of sad longing and confused anger.

He stalked over to her. “I said,” he spoke, his voice low and raspy as his fingers dug into her shoulders. “On. Your. Knees.”

She looked at him in full confusion but sank to her knees anyway. “Cal… What are you doing?”

“Making good on my word of what I would do to you if I ever got the chance,” he answered darkly. Then his face was inches from hers and it was full of soft concern. “That okay?”

She gulped and nodded. Then, as he went to straighten up, “Wait! Cal?”

“Yeah?” he asked, crouching back down.

“What happens after?”

“You said you’d make a great girlfriend, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“I’m willing to give that a try if you are.”

She nodded again. Then, “Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Brooke. I’m a romantic, too. This is about making sure we both get what we want. And I want you.”

“I want you too, Cal.”

“Good,” he smiled before pressing a soft kiss to her lips that made her stomach do flips. “Now, open up that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, tracing his thumbs over her lips to part them as he straightened up once more. “And it’s ‘Daddy’ from here on out,” he added with a smirk before his fingers were undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers.

“Yes, Sir,” she grinned saucily, her mouth watering at how big he was.

“There’s my brat,” he cooed in a manner that sent shivers down her spine. “Gonna fuck that attitude out of you real fast, sweetheart. You’ll learn.”

“Do your worst,” she taunted.

~~~

They were a breathless mess of tangled limbs and soft kisses in his bed. “Fuck, Ca- Da- Um…” she giggled while her cheeks flushed brick red. “Shit, I dunno what to call you now…”

His chest rumbled beneath her with his chuckle. “You can still call me, ‘Cal,’ sweetheart. ‘Daddy’ is just for bedroom activities. I’m not that kind of dom.”

She nodded. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

“Plenty more where that came from too, sweetheart. This is only the beginning.”

She sprawled across him to reach for her phone that was in her pants. “Can I?” she asked.

He nodded, pulling up the blankets to make them less exposed as she snapped some pictures. “You said you take pictures because you like seeing how people are when they’re fully themselves?”

“Yeah…”

“So what would those snapshots of you look like? If you were able to take candids of yourself.”

She thought for a minute then showed him the pictures she had just taken. “Probably a lot like this. You make me feel… well you make me feel a lot of things. One of which happens to be total relaxation. I feel like I can just be. No act. No bullshit. Just me.”

“Good, cuz I happen to like just you a whole fuckin lot.”

~~~

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let’s talk about sex, baby (m)

🎃 word count: 3.8k

🎃 genre: smut ; idol-verse + english tutor! reader

🎃 pairing: reader/taehyung

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, references to other sex acts, masturbation , semi-public (?)

🎃 summary: taehyung is kinda clingy and while you love what you get up to with him, you can’t afford to miss out on a job for the sake of paying rent. taehyung at least finds a way to make the most of things, even if it’s a little risky.

🎃 requested by: anon - “Could you maybe do a kinktober where it’s semi public w/taehyung? Like maybe the girl is the group’s English tutor or a stylist? With lots of whispered dirty talk from tae in his amazing voice”

🎃 music: often - the weeknd + liquor - chris brown

🎃 a/n: the parts in italics (that have been specified) are spoken in english, anything else is in korean (technically lmao since i obviously don’t speak it)

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

gif credit

“Hello, my name is V. I love you,” Taehyung’s deep voiced drawled slowly, eyes watching you curiously as he dragged each syllable carefully. You nodded along with his words, confirming that he had been pronouncing them well.

“Good! Now, what else can you say?” You spoke in perfect English, gauging Taehyung’s ability to listen and understand along with responding in your mother tongue. He paused for a moment, intently trying to piece together the phrase to then answer properly.

“Uh,” He stammered, Taehyung repeating the script he’d made for himself in his mind. He ran through the possible questions he’d have to answer, English reporters having the same usual queries for the lot of them and they’d typically ask Namjoon all the insightful ones. “Do your best.”

You tittered at Taehyung reciting what he once confidently said to Eric Nam on their visit to ASC quite some time ago, his small phrase inciting coos from fans all over the world and even managed to make the show’s host flustered.

“You’re too cute, Tae. Do you know how much fans love when you say stuff like that?” You spoke in Korean once more, to Taehyung’s relief. He winked at you and turned on his charm as he returned to his comfort zone.

“Of course! I’m supposed to make their hearts flutter,” He posed cutely, in what you could say as a ‘flower stance’ with his hands at his cheeks, the fluffy fat there squishing up adorably to make his eyes form crescents.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your phone to read an email from a company hiring you to translate at some event, boring business work as usual.

Taehyung—always the nosy badger that he was—peered over your shoulder and rested his cheek on it as he read your message.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re leaving us again?” He pouted and you pinched his cheek in retaliation, watching as he let the air out of his mouth through his pursed lips. “Why don’t you just stay with BigHit permanently, Y/N?”

“Because Taehyung,” You began, sighing in exasperation at having to explain this to him for the nth time since you began tutoring Bangtan in English. “BigHit only hires me from time to time, rent is more than just one paycheck from showing you all how to say you love pizza.” He groaned and laid back onto the black couch, throwing a small tantrum at not getting his way again.

“Quit being such a baby, it’s only for a few days. The business conference is in Gwangju, I’ll be back in a day or two, tops. It’s not like I was scheduled to see you guys before then anyways,” You trailed off, responding to the email with quick fingers much to Taehyung’s chagrin and he literally whined like a kicked puppy and looked the part too.

“Hey Y/N! What does this mean?” Hoseok came from his make-up chair, hair all coiffed up to look even more regal than normal. You took Hoseok’s phone from his hands, reading over the tweet replies that had come from his recent selfie. Most of which were really eccentric ways to say I love you or a mix of people saying variations that they’d had their wigs snatched or their hearts fell out of their ass.

“Just that you look great, Hobi.” He beamed and nodded as he bounded away, bragging to Seokjin about how many retweets he’d gotten and Seokjin threatened to post the one “risqué” photo he had on his phone to see just how many retweets that’d get. The shade of red that graced his face before draining rapidly was sort of scary, and you wondered if Hoseok was going to faint from the fear alone.

A few of the others around chuckled at the reaction and Namjoon clapped him on the back to break him out of his stupor, a little too hard if you had to judge from how much Hoseok’s body jerked forward.

“Y/N,” Taehyung drug out your name, remaining in his role as a whining puppy. “It’s not that you don’t have an appointment, but when will we see each other?” He enunciated his words carefully, treading around the meaning and raising his brows in hopes to translate what exactly he meant.

A quick look around to make sure no one was watching or listening to the two of you had reassured you and you leaned in to speak in hushed tones.

“We can still talk on the phone,” Pointing at the said device, Taehyung nodded in understanding from your words before trying to string along his own response. He stuck his tongue in between his teeth as he thought, a strand of fiery red hair dipping down to hang in between his eyes and while he continued to ponder, you took the liberty of pushing it back to join the rest at the sides of his forehead, along the edge of the patterned bandana he’d been put in.

“I understand, but I want to do more than talk,” His words came out stuttered and broken, long pauses as he thought of conjugations and proper tenses. “I want you, Y/N.” You tried to shush him at the words, still warning him that there were too many people and prying ears around to be completely safe but his eyes bore into yours, a darkness swirling in the hot cocoa of his irises.

“Tae, you need to calm those wild hormones of yours,” You shoved the red-haired boy away from you, trying to gain distance from him and his wickedly enticing lips for fear of what you might do on impulse if they stay so close to you for any longer.

“Alright all, prepare to head on stage!” Some staff shouted, gathering the group and they had a small pep talk before breaking to line up for their Fire stage. Taehyung looked back and winked at you before making his way to the door, heading out to dance and sing his heart out.

○ ◐ ●

Taehyung laid in the comfort of his bed, juggling his phone restlessly in his hand as he tried to think of anything else.

Anything other than your legs and body and pretty lips that look so much nicer when they’re wrapped around his—

“Hey Tae Tae, we’re going to that lamb skewer place around the corner, did you wanna join?” Jimin came into the room, already bundled comfortably in a hoodie and black jeans, phone in hand. Jeongguk popped up from behind him to shoot him a pleading look to join the rest of them, but Taehyung had already decided on what he needed.

“Oh, never mind then.” Jimin smirked and hid his laugh behind his petite hand, gesturing to where Taehyung was pulling his shirt over. Jeongguk was about to protest some more but with Jimin leading him away by the waist, he hadn’t the chance to even get a word out before he was guided out of the room and the door was shut behind them.

Taehyung sighed as he let himself melt into his mattress, thoughts running rampant about you. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything else since the day you’d left to board a train to Gwangju, wearing a pretty pair of shorts and a cut-off t-shirt, looking like his wildest dreams all wrapped up into one pretty package.

With a tug of his belt, he shimmied out of his bottoms and laid sans pants for a minute, trying to pick out one direct thought to work with before finally feeling his dick twitch at one particular memory.

You’d been working hard with Jeongguk in teaching him the lyrics to a song he planned to record a cover for in the recent future. The entire time, your focus had been on the youngest and thus you had missed the serious ogling you were receiving from Taehyung.

It wasn’t his fault, he swore by that. It was all because of that pretty dress you’d chosen to wear that revealed most of your back in an open-cut design, giving him all sorts of ideas on touching you there, knowing how sensitive and ticklish some spots were.

With the tangible thought in mind, Taehyung closed his eyes and focused on the exposed skin of your back, the midriff of the dress rising as you crossed your legs. His palm sneaked down to rub at his rapidly growing erection, the length tensing with timid touches.

He groaned and threw his head back, mop of red fanning around him like a bloody aura. The iridescent scarlet halo framed his sharp jawline and crisp cheekbones, cradling the soft dips of his baby fat and following the curve into his almond, cat-like eyes.

Taehyung reached into his boxers and took himself in hand, not bothering with taking out his cock just yet. The friction was delicious, just what he needed to ease the thoughts that were running nonstop in his mind.

But, just as he was getting into the midst of things, his phone began to vibrate off in the distance. It rumbled by his pillow, somewhere around his bed. He released himself in frustration, grimacing at the feeling of pre come soaking into the fabric and sticking to his skin. A little bit of shuffling earned him the feeling of his plastic case before finally bring up the phone to his ear, not even looking at the caller ID as he punched the green answer button and grumbled into the phone.

“Wow, didn’t realized I rang up Grumpy.”

“Oh, Y/N!” Instantly, Taehyung’s mood brightened. He beamed and held the phone closer to his ear, adjusting his dick in his boxers as the strain got a little uncomfortable the longer he laid there. “I didn’t see it was you calling, I’m sorry!”

“Yeah you better be, all this crying about me not being there and when I try to cheer you up with a call, you get pissy with me.” Taehyung giggled a little mischievously and apologized once more. You followed up with asking about his day, making sure he was eating and staying hydrated.

As he answered your usual queries, Taehyung shifted a little on the bed and let his hand run down out of habit, rubbing along his soft tummy and dipping under his waistband. It was a totally normal guy thing to do, and he just grabbed his cock and gave it a little squeeze, feeling the heft of it lay in his palm.

“You okay, Tae?” The groan he’d let out hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, though Taehyung hadn’t realized he emitted it in the first place. His eyes went wide for a moment, lips pursed tight as he tried to stay pin-drop quiet.

“Y-yeah, everything’s fine! Just stretching,” He mimicked a yawn that was clearly exaggerated and you rolled your eyes at his terrible lie.

‘C’mon, don’t lie to me.”

His guilty conscience was barely there, overshadowed with the itching need to finish what he’d started. He had been riled up for some time now, anyways.

“Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. I was jerking off when you called,” Taehyung tried to listen to your reaction on the other end, silence bearing a heavy weight on his mind. When you hadn’t said anything for a full, swollen minute, the boy began to worry. “Uh, Y/N?”

You stammered out an apology, not realizing how quiet you’d been.

“You thinking about it?” He asked, smirk toying on his lips as his hand began to massage his length slowly, teasingly.

“A l-little, shut up.” At that, Taehyung chuckled and he felt his hard on come back at full force, no longer feeling like he had to conceal his noises as he pulled the waistband far enough down to let his cock spring out, slapping the soft, wrinkled fabric of the old tee he had on.

His audible hiss had you crossing your legs tighter, sitting in the open hallway of the conference rooms where a few swiveling seats had been placed along the walls. You tried to look inconspicuous as businessmen and women alike passed by, conversations in tow about deals and marketing and strategies.

“Taehyung, I’m in public,” You whispered into the receiver, smiling at a man who had passed by as you spoke, giving you a strange look.

“Oh? Kinky, aren’t you?”

With an affronted snort, you look at the phone as if you could channel enough power to make Taehyung feel the glare you were giving it.

“I was thinking of you, in those cute shorts you left in. Made me wish I had gotten the chance to eat you out before you left—”

“Taehyung!”

He giggled into the phone, letting his voice drop to its natural baritone octaves as he continued to prod. He allowed his hand to slowly stroke himself as he spoke, a smooth glide to counter his filthy phrases.

“When was the last time we even did anything? No wonder I’m so horny, I haven’t gotten my vitamin Y/N yet,” A squeeze at his head make even more pre come dribble out, the fluid in Taehyung’s eye line as he brought his fist back down to the base, letting his thumb graze the sensitive skin there.

“T-Tae, we can’t be doing this, at least not now,” You tried to sound commanding but your voice was giving you up quickly, the shake in it making it clear to Taehyung that you were just as affected as he was. That was his saving grace, the little bit of glory he found in this situation.

“Mmm, I miss your mouth. Having you suck me off is like a dream, so hot and wet—I just want to fuck your throat until it’s raw.” You sat in silence, trying to fight off the look of complete and utter desperation that tried to cross your features. You were due to return for another seminar to translate for in a few minutes, ten tops. “How do you think you’d be able to teach us English if you can’t even speak?”

He already had you speechless, face flushed with heat while your thighs clenched harder at his sinful tongue and the serpent-like speech that was flowing from it. He was going to be the death of you; a deep lungful of smoke slowly but surely killing you.

“You’re so sexy, Y/N.” The English came out smoother than it normally did, with a trained finesse you knew only came from hours of practice. Sure, he would refuse to go over normal notes like introductions and answers to questions but of course he’d memorize how to talk dirty in another language.

It’s like they say: when you learn a new language the first thing you need to know are the curse words.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby.” Taehyung let his hips rise as he fucked his hand, the sounds much more noticeable now that there was a steady stream of pre come slipping down his cock. You bit down on your lip hard, closing your eyes and counting to three slowly.

“W-where are the others, Tae?” Taehyung grinned that you were finally taking part in the conversation, slowing his hips down to a gentle grind as he looped in you like a siren with their call.

“Out, eating I think. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention, all the blood was elsewhere and not in my brain. Jiminnie saw me, he knew I needed some relief. If only you were here to grant me some,” He exhaled slow and loud, drawn out to your ears.

With a gulp, you proceeded in hushed tones, eyes looking back and forth for any prying ears.

“Are you close?”

He hummed, upping his speed once more.

“I could be. Are you?” With a negatory noise, Taehyung thought for a second before rolling his hips in tight circles, into his calloused fist with neatly trimmed nails lightly grazing his length. “What’re you wearing?”

You looked down, inspecting your outfit as if you hadn’t dressed yourself this morning and couldn’t recall what you had picked out.

“A navy blouse, you know, one of those loose button down ones? And a skirt, the tight kind.” Taehyung whimpered as he squeezed a little too hard, a bead of pre come rolling down to meet his fist.

“I could picture me fucking you in that, bent over some desk or podium or something; that sweet little ass of yours out for me.” He growled into the phone, his grip white-knuckled on it. You tried to hide you own noise behind your hand, hoping you didn’t look as disheveled as you felt.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N. Always walking around in little outfits like that just to drive me crazy. You know how many times I’ve almost been caught by fans and fansites with a boner? All because of you.”

Your hands were positively shaking at this point, something you just couldn’t hide even behind the most trained smiles and tightly wound legs.

“That sounds like a personal problem, don’t you think?”

His laugh was dark; bitter. Like morning coffee too hot to taste and certainly too soon to douse with cream and sugar.

“Don’t make me laugh, baby. Otherwise I’ll have to take an impromptu trip to Gwangju to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock.”

You snorted, feeling like you’d gained a little footing in the scenario. You only hoped this meant you had a chance at getting the upper hand.

“Yeah, okay Tae. Whatever you say, good luck hopping up on a train without being flocked by fans and having your hard on photographed in grave detail.” Taehyung shuddered at just the thought of that sort of embarrassment. It was already bad enough that people still managed to get photos of their bodies even when they were fully concealed by clothes.

He growled, letting his other hand let go of his phone to push it against his ear with the aid of the mattress and his shoulder, using its newfound freedom to nudge his shirt up and trail patterns over the sensitive part of his tummy.

“Don’t tempt me,” He spoke low and with intent, lust laced into his words as he tried to stave off his orgasm for a little while longer.

The waver in his voice told you that Taehyung was close, and you felt enough confidence oozing from your fingertips to try a hand at messing with him, since he was the one who started this.

“You’re all talk and no bite, Taehyung. I mean, you’re all for teasing when the others are around and trying to play the ‘will we or won’t we be caught’ game but in reality, you’re just a coward. A coward with a big dick and an even bigger mouth.” Taehyung’s voice got caught in his throat, stunned into a silence from your sharp tongue.

With a hum, you nonchalantly looked over your manicured nails, digging underneath one the longer you awaited for the boy on the other end of the call to respond.

“See? I was right—all bark, and no bite.” You laughed breathlessly into the phone and finally felt some of the unease seep from your body, becoming comfortable with the odd situation at hand.

“You can say that now, Y/N. But be warned, the minute you get back, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” His hips canted forward once more, now out of the little hiccup he’d gotten stuck in from surprise to finally finish what he started. “I’m going to make that ass of yours raw, you’ll be lucky if you can even sit down with I’m done with you.”

You allowed Taehyung to continue, not sure if he’d really cash in on these threats but the thought was enough to have you tightening your legs again. Besides, you figured the poor boy at least deserved to come, if he was this riled up from you alone. And it was true, you two hadn’t messed around in some time; not since Yoongi nearly caught the two of you in the bathroom closest to their practice room.

“How hard would you fuck me?” You spoke in English, taking a prime opportunity to not only test Taehyung’s grasp on the language but it also allowed you to speak so filthily in public without getting side eyed; no one the wiser as you were just the foreigner speaking some other language to someone on their phone, nothing suspicious there.

Taehyung’s pulse raced, breathing following in the quickened pace of his heart as he tried to fist his cock faster. He whimpered softly, almost too quiet for you to hear but you were trained and attuned to those sort of noises, the desperate keens of Taehyung getting closer to his release.

“So hard, baby.” His tongue was heavy, laden with malicious intent as he spoke. “I want to be the one to make you scream, the others would know just what we were doing. I bet they’d get so addicted to those delicious moans of yours, they wouldn’t be able to hold back from touching themselves. But no one else gets to have you, only me.”

“Only you?”

The answer was without hesitation, a scary sort of sureness in his voice that even endless practice couldn’t ascertain.

“Only me.”

“Come, Tae.”

The orgasm hit him like a freight train, his guttural groan so loud you had to cover your phone’s speaker for fear of nearby passersbys hearing it and knowing exactly what was going on. His come shot up onto his shirt, soaking into the fabric.

It took him a little bit to come down from his high, mumbling and hissing from the overstimulation as he continued to drag his hand down his softening length to milk out every last drop.

“Fuck, Y/N. I haven’t come that hard in ages, holy shit.” Taehyung’s breathing was labored and you thanked your lucky stars that you were wearing an ensemble that allowed you to hide the aching arousal in your own underwear. “I think it’s your turn, right?”

You made a noise as you shook your head, straightening your outfit out as you stood from where you sat. Your legs ached from where they were tightly clenched but you were already being beckoned by the head who hired you to translate. The seminar was about to begin.

“Not now, Tae Tae. I have to go speak to like, two dozen people for the fourth time today.”

“Well, I plan on making what I said earlier come true so anticipate it, love.” You giggled at Taehyung’s obviously drowsy voice—he always knocked out right after coming. It was an issue more than anything else since you two never really did much on what would be considered “sleeping surfaces”.

“Of course, whatever you say, pup. Sweet dreams.”

“As long as you’re in them, they will be.”

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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ishqbaaz 06.10.17 lb

shivaay’s resisting wife. coz he knows that without tanya’s nazar on him, he’s especially vulnerable and anika’ll be able to break him in 2 minutes flat.

aaaaaaaaand it’s out. anika’s in danger.

lmao please shivaay. when have YOU ever taken anything on face value and listened to the other person?????

WIFE BROUGHT OUT THE BIG GUNS. THE VOWS.

lmaooooooooo, aur likho vows. badiiiiii utaavli chadhi thi VOWS karne ke liye. it’s come back to bite you in your own butt.

… that wasn’t vow #2 though??

or vow #3?????? homegirl is just making her own vows now.

HOW CAN YOU WALK AWAY FROM HERRRRRRRRR

the nuclear warhead has been brought out: the I LOVE YOU

god my heart is breakingggg hearing her cryyyyy 😭😭😭😭

so is hissss. “TUM MERI BAAT KYUN NAHI MAANTI HO????” so much frustration and love and exasperation in his voice. 😭😭😭

lmaoooo what is khanna doing with this shivaay cut outtt??

HE’S A BUSINESSMAN. NOT A MODEL OR SOME KINDA PRODUCT ENDORSER. WHY DO THEY EVEN HAVE THIS IN THE HOUSE, GOD SO CRINGEYYYYY.

ok come on, that’s clearly a two dimensional shivaay. but tanya’s thinking has been impaired by jamaalgota overdose, so i’ll forgive her.

why are they doing this out in the opennnn? there’s 30 million rooms in this house, use any one of them?!?!

watch the damn video anika, then you’ll know on your own.

oh hoooooo. it’s the mill ka raaaz.

but that has to do entirely with the buddhe log. why does shivaay have to forget ANIKA for that???

HAAAAAAAAA CALLED IT. ONE OF THEM SUGGESTED SETTING THE PLACE ON FIRE FOR INSURANCE. PFT. SO PREDICTABLE.

you fuckers ain’t slick. i know how allllll your brains work now.

wow anika’s sticking to the whole “papa” calling thing huh?

oufffff ok we gotttttt itttttttt. allllll of them were there.

ok it’s the 90s, why are all of them dressed like it was the 70s??? may i remind you, this was the fashion in the 90s:

so, there were a millllllllllion other ppl there too, as we can hear from the screaming???? how is this video being used to blackmail you??? omggggg shivaay, you’re soo damn stuuuuupid. this is the fucking video that made you STUMBLE around shocked????? THIS LITERALLY PROVES NOTHING.

DID HE JUST SAY THIS IS INDIA’S BIGGEST INDUSTRIAL DISASTER??? UM??? HELLO??? BHOPAL GAS TRAGEDY???? IT’S THE WORLD’S WORST INDUSTRIAL DISASTER, LET ALONE INDIA. KUCHHHHH BHI.

next, they’ll say shivaay’s plane crash was THE WORST PLANE RELATED DISASTER ever. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

… wasn’t the oberoi empire built by dadaji oberoi???? and then taken over by tej and shakti? now it’s being built in the 90s?

fuck your bullshit family bro. you need to cut loose from them already. take your wife and go be a venture capitalist in some other country. just… please. leave their dumb asses to deal with this on their own and do something for yourself.

“shaaaaaant shaaaaant naaari shaktiiiiii!”

i liked it better when he called her his jhansi ki rani. it was cuter.

lmaoooooo tanya’s like really??? shivaay’s stilllll standing there? in the saaame pose???

WHO DIS????????????? IS IT ABHAY???? *SQUINTS AT SCREEN REAL HARD* IS IT? I CAN’T TELL????

OOOOH YAAAAAAAAAAS MY GIRL GAURI ABOUT TO FUCK THIS ASSHOLE UP AND HONESTLY, MY BODY IS READY

notice shankarji being behind her. literally. YOU GO GIRL. SHANKARJI AND I SUPPORT YOU!!!!! not that you need us, coz you a badass all on your own, but we gotchu if you need us.

I SAID STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S MY TURN NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT’S RIGHT BITCH. MY GIRL ABOUT TO TEAR YOU A NEW ONE, IN THE QUEEN’S ENGLISH.

oh man, this is going an unexpected direction with the heartfelt speech from gauri.

girl, did arjun not teach you any cussing? THAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU LEARN IN ANY LANGUAGE.

“i’ve faced a lot of problems in my life… alone. then you came in my life.”

‘…. and the problems got exponentially worse. you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me.’

…. is this the speech arjun taught her?

THIS BITCH DOESN’T DESERVE TO EVEN BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS YOU GAURI, LET ALONE BE MARRIED TO YOU.

“i wanted you to love me. the way i love you.”

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand i’m weeping.

time to fucking switch to hindi and fucking FUCK THIS FUCKER UP GAURI. jo feel apne bhaasha mein gaali dene mein aati hai, woh english mein kahaan?

assignment of the day for you guys: teach me your favourite and most creative insults in the replies (preferably in your mother tongue - tell me what it means too!) so that i never run out of shit to scream while consumed by road rage.

NO DON’T MAKE PUPPY FACE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. FUCK YOUUUUUUUU.

*stealthily strokes screen without anyone noticing*

“ab ehsaas hua, ki humne kitna galat socha aur kitna galat samjha. aur galat insaan se pyaar kar baithe.”

CHILLS. I HAVE CHILLS. WHAT A GIRL. WHAT A GIRRRRRRRRL. WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE SHRENU PARIKH AS GAURI KUMARI SSSARMA!?!?!?!??! NOTHING. WE ARE ALL UNWORTHY.

internal monologue: shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…………

omg. what a goddess. i can’t even. i am so overwhelmed right now.

i hope you’re DYING on the inside omkara. it would be nice if you died on the OUTSIDE too.

NOW DROP THAT MIC AND LEAVE HIS ASS MY QUEEN.

ok shivaay, i’m sorry, I LITERALLLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR LUCHIII TUCHIIII 2 RS ISSUES RIGHT NOW. FUCKING GTFO SO I CAN WITNESS THE SECOND COMING OF MY GODDESS GAURI KUMARI SSSSARMA

that video literalllllllllllllly doesn’t show anythinggggggggggg, why the fuck is he even allowing himself to be blackmailed by this????

THE OBEROI FAMILY LITERALLY HAS NO IZZAT LEFT YOU IDIOT; MOSTLY THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR POLYGAMOUS WAYS

lmao anika’s solution is “tanya ka tentwaa dabaana”

ok what world is anika living in where she thinks these people are not capable of doing this???? his mom literally fucked over HER OWN SON, you think these assholes wouldn’t do something like set one mill on fire (with all the workers inside it) for insurance money???

now that wife’s gotten what she’s wanted, she’s in the mood for luuuuuuuuurve.

damn right, shivaay. you better recognize that this woman has been literally carrying your ass since the day you’ve met.

i hate when these ladies don’t accept apologies. GIRL HE LEFT YOU THE NIGHT OF YOUR WEDDING AND CAME BACK AND PRETENDED TO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, COME ON. A PETTY BITCH LIKE ME WOULD MAKE HIM GROVEL, BUT YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TAKE THE APOLOGY.

UGH I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU TWOOOOOOOOOO AND YOUR STUPID FICKLE PAL MEIN TOLA PAL MEIN MAASHA NONSENSE RELATIONSHIP RN; COULD YOU TWO JUST FUCK OFF, I WANT TO SEE GAURIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

ok yes, my queen is back!!!!

oh good, she told him that shivaay sent her for the classes.

love how she hauled his face up to make him look at her. DO HER THE DIGNITY OF LOOKING HER IN THE EYE WHEN YOU LEARN THE TRUTH, YOU WEAKASS PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

girl you don’t owe him saboot. you don’t owe him FUCK!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS GIRL SCREAM AT HIM SCREAM THE FUCK OUT AT HIMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“mujhe laga….”

AKSJDKHAK OMKARA, TU TOH MOOONH HI MAT KHOL; WARNA SCREEN MEIN GHUS KE TERI MARAMMAT KAROONGI MAIN. YOUR TURN TO TALK IS DONE. SHUT UP AND LISTEN.

i can’t stop staring at shrenu’s abs as she’s yelling. girl share your ab routine!

I AM SAVOURING THE LOOK OF REGRET ON HIS FACE LIKE THE COOKIE MONSTER SAVOURS COOKIES

GIRL ENOUGH TALKING. LEAVE HIM ALREADY. I WANNA SEE HIM CRY TEARS OF BLOOD.

i don’t like how she’s phrasing this as a “aapki khushi” thing…. i want her to care about HER OWN KHUSHI IN BREAKING THIS RELATIONSHIP COZ HONESTLY, A GIRL HAS LIMITS. AND THEY WERE CROSSED SOME TIME IN…. OH I DUNNO… THE THIRD WEEK OF FEBRUARY, AS FAR AS THIS FUCKER IS CONCERNED.

“aaj se… gauri kumari sssarma ka saaya bhi aappe nahi padega.”

YES. GOOD.

girl take that fucking mangalsutra off and throw it in his fucking face too before leaving.

GAURI KUMARI SSSSSSSSARMA, OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god what a glorious breakup. it was amazing. i just wish anika and bhavya knew about it so they could take gauri out for pizza and dancing and telling her how much better off she is in life without him.

yeah, get on your knees and assemble that shit like a puzzle, you loser. it’s not like you have a life or friends or anything anyway.

amazing how he’s picking exactly the right pieces though.

the reading out loud is ruining the effect. it should just be him reading it silently and crying his guts out.

but omg, WHAT AN AMAZING SEQUENCE THIS WAS.

god i literalllllllllllly do not care about you stupidass criminal buddhelog.

“aainda se hum nahi ladenge.”

has this pact ever worked FOR ANYONE? EVER????

LOLOLOLOL THEY’RE ALREADY FIGHTING.

“WE WILL ALL ACT NORMALLY.”

LMAOOOOOOOO YOU PPL ACTING NORMAL IS THE MOST ABNORMAL THING.

did shivaay gettttt some last nighttttt? like, of course they didn’t bang, but at least some make out action???? come on, they haven’t seen each other for two weeks!

even fake biwi is colour coordinating with shivaay. she’s done her research on this guy pretty well.

damn, anika busting in there like the kool aid man.

“kisi ke room mein aane se pehle KNOCK KNOCK karna chahiye.”

look at him talking like herrrrrr, lol.

lmao “AAPKA HARD DISK CRASH HUA HAI…”

tanya’s like gosh these ppl are hella dramatic and i can’t….

god i loveee her sooooo much 😍😍😍💖💖💖

LMAO DO FOOT DOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hahahahaha shivaay can’t keep a straight faceeeee at that.

“aapki shraddha hai! shraddha!” “nahi, meri shraddha nahi, meri tanya hai.”

lololol “datun use karti hai yeh, woh bhi lao!!!!”

i’m so glad at anika making all these moves on hubs. ladki ki confidence is amazing and this is literally all i wanted from this relationship.

ugh ok fuck these two and their stupid sexiness. ugh. so fucking sexy. HOW ARE YOU TWO RESISTING EACH OTHER??? GO BANG IN THE GUEST ROOM ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooo yeah okay pinky, stay in your dream world. those two are going to be having secret sex against all the vertical surfaces in this house.

tanya’s a wafaadaar minion. still not giving up the name.

yes, bhavya’s here to fuck up the mithaai waala traitor. yaaas girl.

bhavya’s a right badass in her uniform. i like.

OMFG WHUT ABHAY?!?!?!!?! WHY?!?!?!

JESUS CHRIST ABHAY, PUT A LEASH ON YOUR GODDAMN “BROTHER” INSTEAD OF HARASSING MY GIRL BHAVYA LIKE THIS.

omfggggggggggggggggg i knew itttttt i knewwwwwww rudraaaaaa did this to her omggggggggggg I FUCKING KNEW. FUCKING KILL HIM SOMEONE WHEREVER THE FUCK HE IS OMFG I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW

WHO THE FUCK KNEW I’D HAVE TO GIVE BALI OF OMRU BEING DECENT HUMAN BEINGS FOR GETTING AN ADORABLE SHIVAAY!?!?!? IT’S TOO HIGH A PRICE TO PAY!!!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫

ok fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu omkara

NO GAURI IS NOT HERE YOU WILL NEVER GET TO SEE HER AGAIN YOU SCUMBAG

of course it’s a different fucking gauri. every third north indian girl is called gauri.

why the fuck doesn’t arjun button up his shirtttttttt???? its so disturbing. who the hell does he think he is, sanjay dutt from the 90s????

whooooo is this hoodie waala fuckerrrrr yaaaar???? jhalak dikhlaaaaaajaaaaaa. *does the dance*

yup, i feel sorry for tanya already. she has a scumbag boyfriend too. god i hate every man in this show.

is this fucking abhay or nottttttttttttt???? please don’t be abhay. i want abhay to be “good”. well, as good as a Y chromosome possessing person can be in this show……

damn bhavya, you smarty pantssssss.

lol this jankyass sim tracking software tho.

yes, suffffffffffffffer omkara! suffffffffffffffer!

lmao babaji is here to rub some salt in omki’s wounds. i love ittttt.

just wait till shivika find out about this. they gonna beat your damn ass from here to bareilly.

“bhesh badal kar….”

yeah i don’t really care for omkara getting a makeover and trying to woo gauri. i want him to be HIM and fucking grovellllllll till the end of this damn show.

literally do not care for this stupid mill waala raaz. ouff.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #061017 ib lb

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not-just-any-fangirl · 8 years ago

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Could you possibly do a Nalu photographer shoot AU? Natsu being the Model and Lucy being the photographer. Thank you!!

He’s A Natural

Pairing: Nalu

Word count: 1397

A/N: Have some Scottish Natsu! And Canadian Lucy, but that’s more from me using my own euphemisms lmao. This could get so much longer, and maybe ‘ll continue it when I’m not swamped! So model Natsu is always a fun thing, and tbh hot damn.

“It won’t be hard, they said.

“You seem so much more comfortable behind the camera, they said.

“Just one photo shoot, they said.”

Lucy grumbled to herself, pacing in the space set aside for breaks. The white tent was partially open, but it still managed to hide her from the source of her spiking anxiety. The very attractive, very pink, and very naked source.

“Do a natural outdoor scene, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

“Are you done talking to yourself or do you need another five?” Lucy sighed loudly, glaring at Loke’s head where he peeked around the corner of her sanctuary. “Seriously, the poor guy’s gonna freeze his dick off.”

“Then maybe he should put on some pants.” Lucy snapped, slumping into a chair and burying her face in her hands. She didn’t know why he was affecting her like this. Not only had Lucy worked with gorgeous models before, but she had also seen them naked! In her bed! Genitals did not faze her normally, so why was she losing her shit?

“You ready, Drama Queen?” Loke asked. Lucy pouted, accepting his hand and looking up at him.

“Fine, but if anyone’s going to be taking him home it’s me, got it?” Lucy said sharply. Loke cackled, throwing his head back. He raked his hand through his wild, ginger hair as he grinned down at her fondly. Lucy liked to tell him it looked like a lion’s mane after she had had one too many drinks.

“Whatever you say princess,” Loke purred, hooking his arm through Lucy’s and leading her back out to the meadow they were shooting in. “But first you have to talk to him. Maybe learn his name.”

“Shut up,” Lucy grumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Thought I scared ya off,” the model joked as they approached, scratching the back of his head bashfully, towel wrapped around his waist. A very, very small towel, fluffy and white, which only made his deep tan stand out more. Who knew pink hair and brown skin went together so well. Or that Lucy had a thing for Scottish accents.

“What’s your name?” Lucy asked, loudly and suddenly. She felt her face flush hot when the model cocked his head at her, confused smile pulling his lips at her outburst. God, please let a random tree just crush her now.

“It’s Natsu,” he said, holding out his hand. Lucy took it, swallowing around her dry mouth at how big his was compared to hers. And she knew what they said about big hands and big feet…

Lucy yelped when something sharp dug into her side, pouting up at Loke before realizing why he had to shove his bony joint into her ribs in the first place. Her eyes snapped to Natsu’s, deep green almost black and sparkling with impish joy. He knew. And he knew she knew. And she knew he knew she knew. And Lucy was really praying for that stray tree right about now.

“Lucy. My name- uh, my name is Lucy.” She managed out, blushing deeper at his amused and teasing smile. Oh, he had freckles. Wonderful.

“You can let go of his hand now,” Loke said, grinning down at Lucy smugly.

“Maybe I like holding his hand,” Lucy retorted, glaring up at her friend.

“He likes holdin’ your hand too,” Natsu said. He winked at Lucy’s squeak, deep laugh shaking his chest as she dropped his hand.

“Alright! Either we start now or you’re all walking home!” Gajeel boomed. Lucy rolled her eyes at their equipment manager, ignoring his threat. He’d only followed through with it a couple times. Everyone wandered off to their positions, Lucy fetching her camera and fiddling with it as she kept her back to Natsu. She could do this. Be professional. Don’t take a picture of his dick. All things that Lucy could do.

Lucy turned around, and marched herself to stand in front of Natsu. Who had lost the towel, and was standing legs spread and unashamed, basking in all his Scottish glory.

“Do you dye your pubes?” Lucy squeaked, hand slapping over her mouth in horror. She was fired. This was it, her first time as the photographer and she had blow it oh God Jason was going to kill her and then fire her-

“Ain’t ya a spit fire?” Natsu cackled, easy as he smiled at Lucy. “And I do no’ dye anything. All natural ‘ere.”

“Oh,” Lucy breathed, some of the awkwardness melting off her at Natsu’s openess.

“And before ye ask, I’m a grower, not a shower.”

Ahh, there was the mortification.

“You don’t have to be crude!” Lucy gasped, smiling as she tried turn her face away from him.

“Ain’t I ‘posed to be the shy one?” Natsu called. Lucy laughed, rolling her eyes before sticking her tongue out at Natsu. They continued to bicker as Lucy directed him this way and that, trying to find the best angle before snapping a photo. Honestly, all of his angles were good, what with his strong cheek bones and slightly pointed chin giving him a playful and boyish handsomeness, slanted eyes bright and framed with thick lashes, nose a little crooked at the bridge but still broad at the tip. And then there were the freckles scattered across his face, like little deep brown constellations.

“Close your eyes and tilt your chin up. No, not that much. Okay more. Less. Natsu now you’re just doing this on purpose!” Lucy laughed, slightly exasperated by his exaggerated movements. She snapped a picture of his profile, eyes closed and tilted towards the sun, grin pulling the corner of his mouth up, the image on the camera looking as if he was a woodland imp who knew a secret and you didn’t.

“So bossy,” Natsu teased, opening his eye and looking at Lucy from the corner of it. Lucy snapped another photo, breath catching as she looked down at the screen.

There sat a picture of Natsu, seductive as he looked at the camera, gaze sharp like a wolf and just as hypnotic. Lucy’s mind shot down to dirty, dirty, places the longer she looked at it.

“Oh, that’s a good one, ain’t it,” Natsu said, leaning over her shoulder. Lucy squealed, clutching the camera to her chest protectively. Lucy flushed when his eyes followed her motion, lingering a few seconds too long on her cleavage to be innocent. He coughed, eyes flicking away as pink coloured his ears.

“You two can fuck later, let’s just get a move on to the body shots!” Gajeel called, ripping Lucy from her stupor. She threw her middle finger up at him, glaring when he waved her off and walked away, probably to harass the interns.

“Ignore him,” Lucy smiled at Natsu apologetically. “His girlfriend’s away for a month and he gets a bit crabby when he doesn’t get laid.”

Natsu’s nose twisted in a grimace even as a low chuckle fell from his lips. “He’s me cousin, I don’ think I need’a know ‘bout his sex life.” he chuckled. His grin grew warmer at Lucy’s shocked expression, arms lifting and crossing behind his head as he continued to talk. “He’s the reason I got the job. It’s me first time modelin’, but I needed the pay, so ‘ere I am.”

“Well you’re a natural at it,” Lucy assured. She could hardly believe this was the first time he had modeled, the camera adored him.

“Thank ya,” Natsu grinned. Lucy returned it, having to tilt her head up a bit to look at him, standing as close as they were to one another.

“Seriously, make yer bedroom eyes at each other when we’re not on the job!”

“Piss off ya walkin’ pin cushion!”

Lucy laughed, half hiding her face as she shook her head. Natsu beamed down at her, sharp canine revealed by the curl of his lips. She shooed him further back, taking in a deep breath. Looking at Natsu fully, standing buck-ass naked in the middle of a spring meadow just starting to bloom, Lucy couldn’t help but bite her lip. God, she had no idea what he did for a job, but Lucy was leaning towards boxer if the grooves of his muscles on his chest and abs were any indication. Not to mention his thighs… or his forearms…

She was definitely going to take Natsu home. Or at least out for drinks.

She needed to know the dirt Natsu had on Gajeel from when they were kids. And just how much of a grower the pink haired model really was.

#nalu #fairy tail #scottish!natsu is best natsu #as is brown and freckled #just any writing #requests #the-fire-master #just any answers

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leejaehwan · 7 years ago

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i should tell u all abt my disney trip and my new memories with peter and wendy bc i’m so :( happy :( i got to see my wendy AND my peter ;;; and they remembered me!!

there’s a lot so i’ll put them all behind here~~

on the first day we arrived just in time for the parade and!!! my wendy!!!! she was there!!! the lost boys came up to me and poked my peter in the tummy and then called my wendy and she was like !!! HOW ARE U!!! and gave me a giant hug again ;___; i’m so happy she remembered me!!!

the second day i didnt get to meet my peter or wendy but i still had so much fun!! peter was sad too that wendy wasn’t at the m&g :( he got so excited about my pins, and my mary blair was his favourite!! which made me soo happy bc i bought that pin after my amazing meet with him in florida, i really wanted to show it to him ;;; i’m happy i got to show him in paris. we got our cute pic (holding my peter upside down lol it’s so funny) and then i ran over to see him in the show!! he kept sticking out his tongue at me lol. then i went to meet him after his m&g and i walked him back to his lost boy hiding place on the way to ride space mountain~ i got to see him in the parade again and he was so cute sticking his tongue out at me and crossing his eyes lol. but in the parade i also got a surprise!! i got to see one of peter’s good friends being a cowboy!! and he looked over at my peter and gave me the biggest cutest smile and wink like “i know you know~” and i cried. one day i’ll meet your green friend, lil cowboy!!!

the third day was the most blessed day!! we were first in line and who should appear but peter and MY WENDY!!! my wendy bird!!! she appeared!! on the day that i didnt bring a gift for her bc i was sure i wouldnt meet her again :( we were so excited to see each other, poor peter was completely ignored LOL it’s ok, he was too busy staring at my pins like usual~ he noticed my mary blair pin!!! and THEN HE PICKED WENDY UP AND THEY DID THE POSE IN THE PIN i just. my life. im so blessed. lmao and then wendy got suuuuper excited bc i have the peter & wendy kissing pins and she has never seen them in real life!! she was like “i’m so jealous, i want those pins” and i said “but that is you!! you dont need a pin when u can always do that to peter” but she was still like :((( lol. then i had to ask abt the buried treasure in the adventureland cave, bc the skeleton was missing its head?? so i asked peter if he stole it and he was just like uuuUUMM MAAAAAAYBEEEE and it was so heckin cute silly mischievous boy. then i decided to give my kiss to wendy (i had found a rlly big one outside the disneyland hotel) but i felt bad leaving peter out so i was like it’s a joint gift!! and wendy was like PETER CLOSE UR EYES and they cupped their hands together (so cute ;;;) and they were like !!! IT’S A KISS!! and were like ?? how do we share this?? so i told them they should take the hat off. peter can have the bottom part bc it is green lol idk. then we took group hug pics (so cute im cryin) and i left and went to see him in the show. and who could it be but MY PETER my....peter... who i see on every trip... and he was like HEY!!! like i didnt get to speak to him but i knew he recognised me i was so happy. he kept tilting his head and winking at me (umm come n get ur guy lee ken) it was so cute :( after the last show hatter made him stop and give me attention it was so cute thank u hatter u and alice are my second faves!!!

then FINALLy the end omg i went to see wendy & peter on their route back to the lost boy hiding place and i got to walk with them!! wendy was like ?!! are u following me?!?! LOL noo :( and she was like where are ur never grow up ears!! (i took them off bc it was super windy) and then peter asked too but he had such a sad puppy expression lmao. wendy took my little peter’s hand and we started walking~ peter was playing behind us and he ran up to hold wendy’s hand but got jealous bc all my attention was on her so he ran to me and like moved my bag out of my hand and grabbed it and wouldnt let go I WAS GNA CRY it’s ok peter!!! i love u both equally!!! some guy tried to take a selfie with peter but he was holding my hand so tightly and i was determined to get him to his area to have a little rest so we just kept walking n this selfie guy was struggling so much and peter was just laughing it was so funny ;;; wendy was like we’re so cute~ and i said CUTEST IN THE PARK!! and then we were all like yep!! but then she was like “alice is cute too” and i was like o yeah i just went to see her in the show with hatter and peter!! but then it was time to say bye and i said i’ll be back next month!! and wendy was like u better come see us!! OFC I WILL then we had a massive hug again ;;; and it was time to leave :(

i’m so happy

#peter pan #happy thought #remember this emily

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I’ll see you again

Sighhh. Sad how you had to leave so soon. :( I mean, yeah we only got to hang out twice, but they were honestly the best nights to me. I learned a lot about you. Just like how much you order whenever we eat in a fast food chain, how you like your pizza and burger dipped in ketchup, how you bite your nails sometimes, how much of a Mama’s boy you are (which is cute haha), how you know almost ALL of the rap songs there is and sings to them instantly, and how clingy you are too hahaha.

There wasn’t really a final place and time on where we’ll actually go last January 2. Walrus was closed, which really sucked!! So Tj had to look for another place to go. Still, no luck hahaha he just told me to be at Starbucks, Katipunan by 6 to 7 pm. I told Jet and my heart sank when he said, “Okay, I’ll try my best to be there. It’s ‘cause we’re leaving tomorrow already”. Idk, I mean usually whenever someone would say they’ll ‘try’ to come or whatever, most of the time it would already mean they won’t. So that’s why I kinda felt like not going anymore. But hey, that was just a thought lol I wasn’t ditching Tj haha.

Before I left the house, Tj kept on texting me to get my ass there already. And it was only before 6 pm!! I told him I’d be there by 6:30 so technically, I’m not late. I arrived at around 6:40.. Lol. When I got there, “holy fucking shit” Tj said. I thought maybe he got a little pissed off because I was late for 10 minutes?? Lol. I just hugged him, said sorryyy and he was good already hahaha. He introduced me to Diego. He has a beard and hair tied in a small man bun. I thought I’ve never seen him before but I didn’t know he was the DJ at Walrus last time lol. His hair was laid down that night that’s why. Turns out he was a fashion student too. Doesn’t look like it to be honest.. I thought he was some art student really haha but he complimented what I was wearing and said, “You smell good, what is that?” “Bath & Body Works, Peppermint” I replied. Mom gave it to me and it’s my favorite perfume atm hehe.

“Jet’s on his way” Tj said. I made an instant squeal and said sorry after lol. I didn’t know he actually meant what he said! Get a man who sticks to his words right?? Lol just kidding. NOW I’m more excited hahaha. I sat down and a few minutes later, Jet came. And DAAAAMN HE’S SO FINE. We hugged and sat down. We were still waiting for Gab. I met him before at Walrus too. And yes, I was one of the boys once again haha. I went to the restroom to pee and inside, I made this quick happy dance all by myself lol. Seriously. I was that happy Jet’s actually coming! And it seemed like I was in some movie huh? Haha! I went out, fixed my hair and made sure I still look fresh enough lol. “I thought you weren’t coming!” I told Jet. “I said I’ll try, remember?” he replied while looking all cute lol. I bought an espresso frap with a note: “Enjoy! Nice name :)” written on my cup from the barista just above my perfectly spelled name lol. I spelled it out to him that’s why hahaha. Gab arrived a bit longer and now that we’re complete, I asked Tj, “What time are we gonna leave?” he asked Diego and said we’ll leave by 8:30. Tj and I were shocked ‘cause it’s not even 8 pm yet. But oh well, the night was still young anyway haha. Jet took my frap and read the note, then he made this funny face which made me laugh lol. So there we are, just chilling at Starbucks and talking about random things. It always feels different being around with just guys. I got so used to hanging out with girls ever since I was in Prep. I only get to experience this whenever I’m with Tj honestly haha. I’m thankful though. I don’t get awkward or scared or whatever— which is good! It’s funny too ‘cause they always talk about dirty jokes on dicks, sex, all that shebang haha. Even Gab’s ex girlfriend who left him for a lesbian lol. By the time when we’re almost leaving, Jet randomly squeezed my left cheek and of course, I got all giddy inside haha.

We left Starbucks and went to Jollibee. We were so noisy while walking on the way there and I was laughing so much ‘cause Gab was being such a weirdo lol. He was even more noisy inside, others were already looking hahaha. While waiting in line, that’s when Jet started being touchy again. I guess you can say, he’s kinda flirting with me already. Not complaining here!!! Lol. We ate and left at around 8:30.

Ohmygod. We seriously went to sooo many places that night. I swear. 4 in all. And Diego paid for every Uber he booked for us!! It’s crazy lol. But I mean, Tj did tell me he has a lot of money on him so. Good for all of us hahaha. Inside the car, Diego would always sit in front and it would be Jet, Me, Gab, and Tj at the back. It was a bit crowded lol but I didn’t mind. We first went to a clubhouse which I forgot where exactly that is ‘cause Diego had to drop off something. After that, we went to 2020. It was a bar somewhere in Makati. The place was nice and there weren’t too many people since it was a Monday, so we decided to just start there and go to a different place afterwards.

Diego ordered drinks for us which tasted really good but it was strong! Well, at least for me hehe. I turned red instantly! They were all teasing me how drunk I am already but Tj knows I’m not lol. Gab kept on telling me I’m a tomato but would also randomly say out loud, “Ghene’s so cute” “She’s so cute” stuff like that haha. Gab was one of the 2 guys who told me I was cute before. Him and Tj’s other friend, Luigi. Jet was teasing me already too. Just like last time, he’d grab my face and tell me, “You’re so reeeed”. Sometimes I catch him just looking at me at random times too. Then he would slightly stick his tongue out and it was cute haha. There was a time wherein I saw Jet and Tj talking for quite a long time. Before I went to the restroom, I stopped by them and they looked at each other and actually stopped talking. I honestly think they were talking about me. Maybe. I didn’t bother asking Tj. He’s not gonna tell me anyway. Pfft, stupid bro code. Anyway, we had to finish all 6 huge ass mason jars and there were only 5 of us!

Something really embarrassing happened to me again. :( UGH WHYYY. Okay so I had to go the bathroom ‘cause I needed to pee. I washed my hands after, fixed my hair a bit, and went outside the bar since that’s where they are. I sat down beside Tj and suddenly, “Ghene” Jet was calling me. “Your zipper’s open” HOOOLY FUCKING SHIT??? I wanted to get a time machine asap and go back to when I actually zip my pants up this time!!! WHY WHY WHYYYY. How could I freakin’ forget! And Jet has to be the one to see and tell me. :( It was honestly nice of him to tell me straight up though. After hearing him say those horrible words, I gasped so deep and instantly touched my zipper. Shit. It is open. I quickly stood up and said, “Ohmygod why didn’t anyone tell me!!” “I don’t wanna be the one to say it” Gab said. Okay so he saw it too. Wow Ghene. Great, just great. Tj didn’t even notice it!! I wish he was the one who saw it instead ugh. I zipped my pants up and said thank you to Jet. Man, what a freakin’ nightmare.

Anyway, let’s move on from that. It was I think around 12 am when we decided to leave 2020. I didn’t really know where Diego would take us by that time. We just all went we did. While heading out of the parking lot, Diego asked me, “Ghene, how many boyfriends did you have?” “I had one” I replied. Then suddenly, Gab was like, “You’re very beautiful, Ghene”. Uhm, what? Well that was random lol and for the fact that none of us is drunk yet. I just said thank you afterwards. “How many hearts did you break already?” Diego asked. Tj decided to butt in and said, “A lot”. Of course I said no!! It’s not many to even have to count it. Besides, what does that have to do with anything? “Seems like it” Diego replied. Tj told them, “That’s roughly around more than 10, man”. I raised my voice up and told them it wasn’t true! Tj added, “She’s such a good girl before though. Now, she just looks like a good girl but she’s a…” he was thinking of a word to describe me, then Diego continued, “BAD THANG” Tj and Gab sang along, “FINE AS HELL”. And it was pretty funny lol. Jet was a few feet away from us ‘cause he was at the atm machine. Honestly, a part of me wanted him to hear everything though. Oh well haha.

Jet came back and we all had to cross the street and wait for our Uber. It was funny ‘cause while waiting, we were all goofin’ off by the sidewalk lol. I had to admit, because I already drank quite a lot, I was getting really hyper too. Gab, Tj, and Jet posed in the middle of the street when there were no cars passing by lol. There was also a time wherein we caught Jet undoing the first 2 buttons of his top. “Ooohhh” Gab said. “It’s ‘cause it’s getting hot, man” Jet replied while finishing undoing his 2nd button. “I will“ I said. Yes, I was flirting back of course lol but I mean I was tripping too!! “OOOOHHHH” they all reacted and I honestly felt a bit shy and shocked I actually said that. I know, alcohol right? “Later, later” Jet replied teasingly and we all laughed lol. He would sometimes hold my hand and hug me while waiting too hehe.

Inside the Uber, Jet slid his right index finger behind my left armpit. Lol! I squealed and felt okay with it though. Ha! Dude I waxed my pits that afternoon and they weren’t sweaty so your girl’s good. I’ve come prepared. Lmao. He would also rub my back sometimes too. I didn’t know we were heading to BGC until I actually saw the sign. I was shocked we already reached The Fort lol. I wasn’t worried though. As long as I get home before sunrise, I’m good hehe when you’re 20 af. “Why don’t you just stay here in Manila, Jet” Diego said. “I want to man” “School’s just so expensive here” he replied. I honestly was a bit shocked when I heard the second thing he said. He comes from a pretty wealthy family though. Probably just personal reasons. We went bar hopping at BGC, looking for a good place to stay for a bit. We walked here and there which was fun! BGC’s fun to go to whenever it’s night time. There are a few people, few cars, it was cold, city lights, I just love The Fort itself haha.

We got a few drinks at this place called Cable Car. Finally, a place where there’s actually more people and better music lol. I only drank half of my drink ‘cause I was getting dizzy already. I was fine! Just dizzy. I would sometimes close my eyes and lean on Jet’s shoulder for a few seconds and keep my head straight up again. I also laid my head on the couch and closed my eyes. I think I was ready to sleep that time lol. But Gab poked my right waist and they’re all telling me not to go to sleep. I sat back up properly and drank plenty of water. A few minutes later, Diego told us that we’ll go to his friend’s party. I know. So sponty huh? I love it lol. We went out of the bar and waited by the open parking lot for our Uber. I sat down on those cement stopper thingy for the cars when parking. I was all quiet because my tummy suddenly felt funny. “I need to take a shit” I told them. “Turn on!!” Gab said lol. I laughed while placing my hands on my tummy. I honestly needed to! And I got a bit worried where would I actually do it or if I will. Cable Car was a few feet away already. But thank God, it sorta went away for a bit. I stood up and suddenly, Diego was all like, “Okay, honesty hour. Ghene’s pretty hot” “Wow” I quickly replied. That was random and unexpected. I’ve been getting compliments tonight lol what is up. Gab and Tj nodded and agreed. “Actually, she is hot” Diego continued. “She is” Tj added. Wow really? This is coming from Tj now lol. Jet was sitting next to me and I casually glanced at him and he was just quiet. I honestly don’t know what that means haha.

Our Uber came and as we get in, they were all teasing me with these noises whenever you gotta take a shit lol. They repeated it at random times too. It was funny but it’s a good thing that feeling didn’t come back hahaha. Jet wrapped his arms around me while we were in the car. It was tight and it felt nice. He would sniff my hair a few times and give me soft kisses on the left side of my head. How cute :(

We reached Corinthian Gardens and I think Diego said it was near Robinsons Galleria. I was already feeling the need to throw up again. Ohmygod. What happened to me. I swear whenever I drink, I don’t normally throw up. Maybe it’s ‘cause I wasn’t peeing enough lol. Once we got out of the car, I told Tj, “Tj I need to throw up” I decided to tell him ‘cause I’m shy to let Jet know this time. Tj asked me again, “You need to throw up?”. I nodded while placing my hand on my chest. “You need to throw up?” Jet asked me. Well, guess he heard it too. Tj made me come with Jet and without hesitation, Jet came with me. He placed his hand on my back while we were walking to a plant area (lol). “Here” he said. As I was throwing up, he would rub and pat my back. After embarrassing myself again, “Are you okay?” “Feel better now?” he asked. I nodded and told him, “Sorryyy. It’s so embarrassing, this is the second time you’ve seen me throw up”. “It’s fiiine, that’s part of drinking” he replied. Ugh :( I sprayed my favorite peppermint perfume and fixed myself while we were walking to the house.

“This is a house?” Gab said. The ‘house’ was HUGE. It seemed like a freakin’ clubhouse! They had over 7 cars there I think. Damn. And I don’t even know who’s house was it! I saw the owner though but she didn’t really care that there were already strangers at her party lol. I met new friends! Fran, Juicy, Donna, and Kyle. They were all so nice hehe. They drank a bottle of beer but I didn’t. I just wanted water lol. We stayed there for a bit and Fran suddenly said, “Are you guys together? You look good together” she was referring to Tj and I!! FUCK NO. I honestly think Fran thinks Jet’s cute though. She was dancing with him at the party. Meh.

We left the place and stayed by the sidewalk again while waiting for our Uber. It was almost 2 am and I sat down next to Jet. I was already getting tired to be honest. I laid my head on Jet’s left shoulder and he asked me if I was okay. I nodded and kept my head up again. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder and ran my fingers behind his lower head while he was texting his Mom. Lol how cute right? A 19 year old, 6′3″ tall guy texting his Mom at 2 am hehe. I can tell he likes what I’m doing too though haha. Tj told me, “Let’s go eat at McDonald’s, Ghene” I nodded and Jet said, “Yeah let’s eat”.

Our Uber arrived and Jet and I sat real close to each other again. Same thing haha. We were back at Katipunan and Diego and Gab had to leave already. Diego asked Tj to make sure he asks me to come with them more often haha. And I sure will! It was just the 3 of us left. Jet asked me if he could text his Mom using my phone. Of course I let him and I never really deleted his text to his Mom haha. While walking, he opened his right hand towards me and I held onto it. Then he hugged me tight again. At McDonald’s, we ordered and waited for our food by the counter. “Donna’s pretty cute” Tj said. “She’s got the Asian look” Jet replied. “How about Ghene though?” “Hot?” Jet said. I was just there, between them, being quiet lol. “Hot” Tj said then stopped, and confidently told Jet, “Dude, Ghene’s like high standards. Nobody can be compared to Ghene”. Woah there Tj lol. I mean yeah, thanks for being my wing man here but that’s so not true haha. “And a virgin” he added. I hit his right chest hard and didn’t even say anything. Fuck you, Tj lol.

While we were eating, we were talking about Tj and Clarence. He keeps comparing me to her. He keeps telling Jet how I’m just in the middle of a controlling girlfriend to an Idgaf girlfriend. Tj tells him, ‘I’m just right’. He also said how he got his long ass patience from me. I honestly didn’t know that but wow, that’s actually good to know. :) At some point, Jet said, “I fucking hate LDR” as he drinks his Coke. Right there I knew this isn’t the right time for us yet. I honestly don’t know if I can make it through another LDR too. I get why he hates it.

We were all done eating and Tj told us he’s just gonna buy ciggs outside. After a few minutes, Jet and I decided to go out and follow him. We did and he keeps leaving us! Lol. I know what he was doing haha. Tj went to 2 of his friends he randomly saw at McDonald’s. Jet and I were alone and I was stepping on those cement stopper thingy for the cars when parking again. He faced me and hugged me. It was long and tight. It’s like those ‘I’m going to miss you’ type of hugs haha. I hugged him back and told him, “I’ll miss you”. He looked at me and in my head I was like, “Omg are you gonna kiss me?” he didn’t lol. We looked for Tj again and I was still booking Jet’s Grab. We found Tj again and this time Jet told me to come with him. He leaned back to this red car and grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. We hugged and I looked at him. Right there, he kissed me. I wrapped my right arm around his neck while we make out and smiled at each other after. I giggled a bit haha. It was better than before and it felt nice. :)

“I think there are people in this car” Jet suddenly said. I looked at the windows and there were!!! Holy shit, they didn’t even honked or said anything! Lol. What? Enjoying the show?? Hahaha. “Ohmygod let’s go” I said while grabbing his hand and heading back to Tj. Tj was still talking to his friends. We were still outside and sat down by those cement stopper thing. Still no Grab driver for him. Tj finally went outside and sat down beside me. “Did you guys kiss?” he casually asked. Jet and I were quiet and nodded. Lol. Tj made this teasing laugh and Jet told him to fuck off haha. Sadly, I finally booked him a GrabCar. Noooo :( We all stood up and not long enough the driver came. Tj and Jet hugged and it was so cute. We hugged too and Tj said, “Kiiisss”. So Jet kissed me for the last time and got in the car. He waved bye and I got sad. :(

Tj and I got into our cab and I asked him, “Does he really like me?”. “He does, Ghene” Tj replied. “He’s not gonna hit on you like that and eventually quit. That’s why I was leaving you both awhile ago” he added. I laughed and told him how I noticed it. I’m pretty sure Jet did too haha. “Why do you think I let him kiss you? He’s a good guy. I think if he finally stays here in Manila, he’d definitely go for you”. Wow. Music to my ears.

It was around 3:30 am when we reached my house. I kissed Tj on his left cheek and thanked him again. “I told you, I got you” he said. We hugged and he kissed my forehead. I showered and finally went to bed.

I understand why Jet doesn’t wanna be in a LDR again. For the fact that he just been into one and it’ll be too soon to be in a new relationship anyway. I guess, we really are both victims by this LDR bullshit haha. With the 2 nights I’ve been with him, it may seem like we were just using each other, just having a good time. I don’t know. At least that’s one of the things that popped in my head. At some point, maybe I did and so did he.

BLAH. Whatever. Besides, he’s not just some stranger. We already had feelings for each other before. I mean, I’m not expecting anything really. Like what Verna told me, timing really is a bitch lol. That’s why I’ll just let things happen.

I’m gonna see him again. I’m sure I will. :)

#self #J

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