#gonna build her white-grey girlfriend tonight maybe^^

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

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[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Part 3

You removed your glasses and started massaging the knot in your temple that seemed to have lodged inside your head permanently. Exhaling a heavy sigh, you laid your head down on the table. It wouldn’t be easy, you always knew that, but a part of you hadn’t realized how much work would be needed to actually build a clinic in the neighbourhood you grew up in. And this assessment was only the first step! After you completed this, that’s when the real work would begin.

Your phone vibrated and you reached out to grab it. It was the alarm you set to start getting ready for the dinner tonight. Fuck. Alistair was hosting a dinner for you and Billy, but you knew it was an excuse to check up on the two of you. You were already dreading it, imagining how stifling it would be. The last time you had met his family was at the wedding, and they had all looked at you like you were something to be afraid of. To them, you were the other – not rich, not white, not thin, and definitely not someone who was a part of the elite and affluent community they were a part of. And you would never be any of those things, so there was no point in trying to adjust your personality to fit in. Which was why you decided to go with a red jumpsuit to this dinner.

An hour later you were applying finishes touches to your makeup when you heard Billy’s voice in the kitchen. He was talking to Anita, the woman who came to clean the apartment every day. You went to the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Gwen’s not gonna be around anymore, Anita,” he explained.

His voice was gentle, lacking the heavy condescension that was usually directed at you.

“Good, I don’t like her.” The elder lady retorted. “She was very rude!”

He chuckled.

“And it’s not right, you still bringing your girlfriends here when you’re married now. What about your wife?”

“Who gives a fuck?”

Ah, there it was. The biting edge in his tone whenever you were mentioned. You headed out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen.

“She’s a nice lady!” Anita chastised.

“She’s a goddamn bitch.”

“Talking about me again, sweetie?” You sauntered into the kitchen, wearing an amused smile.  

Anita immediately looked embarrassed at being caught but not Billy. Dressed in a perfectly tailored light grey suit, the colour making his pitch black eyes appear even more prominent, he stared back at you with a smug expression. “Speak of the devil and she doth appear.”

“Hush now, Billy,” Anita admonished him.

“First a bitch, now the devil. What’s next?”

“I’ve got some real sweet ones lined up. Just you wait.” He quirked up his eyebrow, eyes regarding your outfit carefully. “It’s black and white dress code.”

You shrugged. “It’s dinner with your family, not the fucking President.”

Billy shook his head. “So hellbent on being a total fucking embarrassment.”

“Billy, stop!” Anita turned to you, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. “I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine, Anita. Not your fault. This is just how he likes to sweet-talk me.”

He snickered. “In your fucking dreams.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Anita said, giving you a warm smile. “Red really suits you.”

“Thank you.” While you walked over to the fridge to grab water, you sensed Billy watching you. When you turned around, his gaze shifted from you right away. If he didn’t make his dislike of you so obvious, you would have wondered if he was checking you out. Maybe he was one of those assholes that put down thick women but had a secret fetish for them. Not that you found the notion remotely flattering, it was insulting really.

“The old man doesn’t like being disobeyed,” Billy finally spoke.

You sneered. “You worried about me?”

“I don’t want your stupidity to blow back on me.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle assholes.” Your head dipped to the side, you gave him a beaming smile. “I married you, didn’t I?”

A gasp escaped Anita, she appeared to be scandalized by your words. Seeing the shock on the older woman’s face, you started laughing. As did Billy, much to your surprise. Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in his smile. Damn. He really was fucking gorgeous.

Such a shame that kind of hotness was wasted on a jerk like him.

Suddenly his gaze met yours, the smile on his face fading. He stared at you, stoic and intense, like he was trying to suck the life out of you through the sheer force of his eyes. You turned away, refusing to indulge in this kind of powerplay with him. “Anita, I’m having some people come over on Friday. Think we can stock up on some drinks?”

“Yes, of course,” Anita said, smiling.  “I can prepare some  menus if you like, give you a few options. I’ll hire some waitstaff-”

“God, no. Don’t bother. It’s nothing important.”

“But what about food? What will your guests eat?” Anita asked.

“I’ll order in some stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

The concern on Anita’s face made you chuckle. “Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at the text message notification.

“In town soon. Wanna meet?”

“See you later, Anita.”

You walked out of the kitchen, already texting back. “How long you around?”

Calvin was a friend you met in college, someone who you hooked up with occasionally. While the two of you always had fun, it was never serious and that’s how you both preferred it.

“Think you own this place?” Billy’s voice captured your attention away from the phone. He sauntered past you, his strut confident, hands tucked into his pockets, before he took a seat on the couch. Arrogance rolled off him in waves, he exuded rich privilege from head to toe as his onyx eyes regarded you with scorn.

“I live here,” you replied, eyebrow cocked.

“For now.”

You smirked. “Aw, you pissed I didn’t ask for your permission?”

“I don’t want your golddigging friends infesting this place.”

His cockiness made you laugh, and you felt that oh-so-familiar need to taunt him further. You sashayed forward, your sexiest walk on full display because you knew how much it would irritate him. Already you saw his jaw clench, noted how his eyes burned with contempt as you took a seat on the arm of the couch he was on. Leaning over him, you gave him your sexiest smirk. “You sure that’s all it is?” You lowered your head, so close you felt his breath hum against your skin. “Maybe what you’re really worried about is flexing for my friends. Maybe you know they’re not gonna be impressed by you.”

Billy’s pitch-black eyes remained glued to yours, inhaling you in. “A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep.”

You reached out to grip his jaw, the action taking him by surprise if the arced eyebrow was any indication. God, he had a beautiful jawline, his facial hair perfectly trimmed, his skin smooth. “Is that what you think you are, Billy? A lion?” You tightened your grip. “Because all I see is a fucking snake when I look at you.”

It happened quickly, so quickly that you barely had time to register what he was doing when he clutched the back of your head. He fisted your hair so tightly that it almost hurt, pulling you close against him. You were crushed against his chest, whatever advantage you had now gone.

“Don’t. Ever. Touch me again.”

His voice was quiet, which made his words even more dangerous. He didn’t need to scream or yell to get his point across. Seeing his reaction, you instantly regretted your actions. Maybe he was someone who was triggered by physical contact, it was common enough in people and you had dealt with it a few times when caring for patients. You released your grip on him, but he didn’t follow suit, still holding you securely in place.

In your experience, people who didn’t like being touched were also careful to respect others’ boundaries. That didn’t seem to be the case with Billy, recalling the night of your wedding when he’d threatened you. “You put your hands on my throat and choked me,” you reminded him.

“But you liked that, golddigger. You were begging for it.”

God, his fucking cockiness was infuriating! You shoved him hard, forcing him to loosen his hold immediately and you jumped back to distance yourself. There you were trying to be nice, and he just completely stomped all over your compassionate gesture. “Asshole!”

He grinned, crossing his legs and looking so smug and pleased with himself you wanted to throw something at him.

Everything – everything – about him annoyed the fuck out of you. “Fuck off and die, Billy!”

He laughed, eyes shining with wicked delight.

“And stay out of my way on Friday! I don’t want my guests dealing with you!” you huffed before stomping out of the room.

The nerve of him! You were so pissed you could barely even think straight, but you needed to conserve your energy for tonight. Taking a deep breath, you returned to your room to finish getting ready.

***

The atmosphere was strained, the tension in the room palpable. Alistair sat at the head of the table, commanding everyone’s attention, while the rest of the family appeared downright miserable. One by one he’d gone around the table, picking apart each person under the guise of doling out helpful advice with everyone dreading the spotlight when it fell upon them. Alistair was very practiced with his criticism; he didn’t resort to yelling or screaming. Instead his words were laced with poison and deliberately targeted one’s most vulnerable spots. A part of you felt sorry for them, which was funny considering how rich they were and that you grew up in the ghetto. But at least you were brought up in a loving home, unlike these people.

You surveyed the room, taking in Billy’s family. Along with Alistair, his parents were present and some of Billy’s cousins. As an outsider, you had a chance to observe the family dynamic and it didn’t surprise you that the camaraderie they put on display was just a show. As you eavesdropped on their conversation, you could hear them talking shit and selling each other out. Underneath the polite exterior, they were all snakes – just like Alistair. The only exception, surprisingly, was Billy.

He kept to himself for most of the night, simply examining the family from the sidelines. Just like you. Occasionally your gaze would land on him and you found him staring back at you intently each time, but you weren’t in a mood to fuck with him. You were still annoyed from earlier, and it didn’t help that the family was obviously gossiping about you.

Both Billy and you had chosen to ignore the dress code, which probably seemed like it was intentionally planned but definitely wasn’t. His light grey suit stood out in the sea of black and white, just like your red jumpsuit, but his outfit didn’t elicit as many looks as yours did. But, whatever. You had purposely chosen this outfit. If you were going to be the subject of gossip anyway, you might as well give them something to talk about.

It was Alistair’s voice that brought you out of your reverie. Your stomach clenched with nervous anxiety as Alistair’s attention slowly approached your side of the table. Half of the family looked obliterated, the other half drunk. Billy was seated next to you, and a part of you wondered what was going through his head. Was he used to this? Did he even realize how fucked up his whole family was?

“It’s unfortunate you didn’t choose to meet Howard for lunch yesterday, Billy.”

You cast a quick glance at Billy. Unlike the rest of his family, he didn’t seem bothered or nervous by Alistair’s cutting tone.

“Is it?” Billy replied, taking a sip of his wine.

“He’s a very busy man and he agreed to meet you as a favour to me.”

“Maybe you should check before you make plans for me,” Billy responded.

Oh, Alistair didn’t like that.

“Do you know how humiliating it was for me to ask someone like Howard for his assistance? He’s a gnat, he’s nothing. Yet I had to reach out to him so he could guide you-”

“And how many times have I said I’m not interested in joining politics, Grandfather? I have no fucking interest in it, I don’t give a shit about it.”

Alistair slammed his hand down on the table. A silent hush fell over the room. “You will do as I say! I will not let you be another loser in this family. I will not accept that! You’re destined to be more than just some foot soldier. This family’s full of idiots, everyone has been a goddamn disappointment! But not you, you’re better than that. You’re my legacy and I will not let your stupidity and stubbornness get in the way of making something of yourself. You will not waste-”

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked, interrupting the old man’s tirade. “A foot soldier? He’s a marine! He’s gone out on three tours and risked his life over and over again to keep this country safe. He’s probably saved countless lives and done more for people than anyone around this table. What have you done? What have you accomplished other than being borne into a rich family?” Fired up, your blood was boiling with rage. “And you’re criticizing him for wasting his life? Why? Because he doesn’t want to be a slimy politician? Your fucking puppet?”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Alistair roared.

“How dare you? You think I’m just gonna sit here and listen while you yell at my husband?” You scanned the people around the table, noticing their stunned gazes, the fear and shock in their eyes as they glared at you. “Maybe everyone here is scared shitless of you because you hold the purse strings but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate others’ lives. Billy’s an adult. He’s made his own choices, good choices. Just because you don’t agree with them doesn’t make them bad decisions.” You glanced down, shaking your head with irritation. It was then you noticed Billy’s hand covering your right thigh under the table, slowly caressing your skin as if he was trying to soothe your nerves. During your outburst you hadn’t noticed when his hand slid over but now it was all you could feel, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your clothes.

Alistair’s face was flushed red with anger. “The only reason you’re a part of this family, why you’re at this table, is because I allowed you to be here.”

What the hell were you doing? You had better things to do than take part in Russo family problems. This was not your circus, not your monkeys. If they wanted to eat each other alive, so be it. “And that’s my cue to leave. I’ve had enough of you guys for today.”

Easing Billy’s hand from your thigh, you stood up. Your glass was half-full and you didn’t see the point in wasting the excellent wine. You chugged it in one gulp, clinked your glass in an imaginary cheer to the room before placing it back on the table, and then walked out.

As soon as you exited the space, you felt your stomach uncoil. All that nervous anxiety left your body in one big whoosh, you took a deep breath. Holy shit. You were never more grateful for your own family as you were at that moment.

***

Half an hour later you entered your high-rise building, greeting the doorman as you made your way to the elevator. When the doors opened you slid in and scanned the key card that gave you access to the penthouse. The elevator doors were closing when all of a sudden someone waved their hand halfway in, forcing the doors to open again. You looked up to see Billy walking in, dark eyes holding you hostage. You averted his gaze, pressing the close button again.

As soon as the elevator started moving, he marched towards you. You watched him confusedly as he closed the distance, forcing you to retreat until you were backed into a corner, his body encroaching every inch of your personal space.

You swallowed audibly, returning his hostile stare.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” His voice was raspy, somehow soft and yet menacing. “I can stand up for myself.”

You sneered. “You think I did it for you?” You jut your chin out defiantly. “I don’t like bullies and your grandfather is a fucking bully. It had nothing to do with you. I would’ve stood up for anyone, it just happened to be you.”

The molten darkness of his gaze trailed down to your lips, as if following every micro change in your expression. Like he was trying to consume you, understand you. “Except you didn’t stand up for the rest of my family. Only me.”

He had a point, but you weren’t going to admit that. “Step back, Billy.”

Billy didn’t withdraw, he continued to hold firm. Your eyes lingered from his face, taking in his firm jaw, the graceful length of his neck, noting how the top button of his collared shirt was undone. A soft breath escaped your lips when his hands slid up the sides of your legs, your waist, trailing up languidly.

You pressed your hand against his chest, intending to push him off.

When his hand covered your own in a surprising gesture, his skin felt hot against your touch. You didn’t understand what he was doing, why he wouldn’t move. Maybe it was a ploy to get you to break but there was something else in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. A kind of vulnerability that left you breathless. Not something you wanted to deal with. “I said move back.”

“This isn’t gonna happen, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Not golddigger. Sweetheart. It was meant to be sarcastic, you were sure of it, but instead the word was pure seduction on his lips, intoxicating. And oddly tender.

“You’re not going to claw your way inside my head. I won’t let you.” It was a warning, a threat, temptation wrapped in danger.

“That’s the last thing I want,” you said, surprised at how resolute you sounded and not at all the quivering mess you felt inside.

He didn’t say anything in response. There was no sarcasm, no scorn, no signs of anger or derision even. Just stark seriousness.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

He turned around and walked out, leaving you perplexed. You hadn’t realized the elevator reached your floor, all of your senses overwhelmed by Billy’s close proximity. The subtle notes of his cologne still lingered in the air and you took a few seconds to calm your nerves. Not until you heard the door slam to your penthouse did you exit the elevator and head inside.

A/N - Hope you guys are enjoying the fic! Would love to hear your thoughts if you have the time. Comments are loved and cherished :)

[talia-rumlow]

Strangers With Memories (Original Story) Chapter Three - The First Date

Lizzie stands in the bathroom door looking at the walls. Painted in a light grey colour. Not the best of work, but then again, she isn't a professional painter, and being a single mom, the money for professionals to do the job for her isn't there. This'll do for now. It's better than the stupid dolphins anyway. And the tub, God, it'll be great for the kids to use.

With a coffee cup in hand, she sits down on the couch. Checks her phone. A message from Christopher. "Ready for tonight?". Lizzies face lights up. It's been forever since someone actually told her that they wanted to spend time with her. The last years of her marriage was a mess of complaining and yelling. And when she finally worked up the courage to leave, she was a mess herself. Broken, damaged, without confidence, everything she knew was ripped out from under her. And she had to build herself back up again. She still felt like she wasn't good enough. But this Christopher guy did something with her confidence. It felt like he meant what he said. He saw her picture, and still wanted to meet her.

"Absolutely. I haven't had time to meet someone without kids in like forever. Want me to cook something?" She isn't exactly sure if this is a real date, given that they both agreed to have a casual relationship, based on sex. But you should get to know people you sleep with right? And if it doesn't work out, then it was just a "One Night Stand". She can live with that. Another message "No worries, I'll eat before I come over". So probably just the wine then. Lizzie had a bottle of red in the kitchen. She didn't drink much wine. But the occasion called for it. So she bought a bottle of the one red wine she liked.

The rest of the day, she makes the apartment ready for the date night. The living room, the bathroom, and at last the bedroom. Probably gonna use the bed. Or.. Maybe not. Maybe he won't. Maybe she isn't pretty enough. Maybe she isn't skinny enough. Although she had been on a lowcarb lifestyle for about a year now, she still wasn't happy with the way she looked. She did get into a lot of new clothes. But... Screw it. She would never be happy with the way her body looked. She knew that. So just fuck it.

About 6pm, the doorbell sounds. Lizzies face lights up again. It feels good to smile for real again. Not just the forced ones. A real genuine smile. She felt it not only by her lips smiling, she felt it in her entire body. Give it a chance, Lizzie! Let yourself be happy again. Push the negative thoughts away. He wants to meet you. He is taking the time to meet you. He is not like your ex husband. Not everyone is like that. It's like Janet says. You deserve to be happy, Lizzie. You do!

Lizzie opens the door, and there he stands. Way more beautiful in real life.

- Hi. Come in!

Christopher smiles, and holds up a bottle of wine.

- Hi. Good, I'm at the right place. I brought wine. I don't know what you like to drink, but...

Christopher walks inside. Take off his shoes and jacket. Gives the bottle of wine to Lizzie.

- White wine is good. I have a bottle of red upstairs in the kitchen.

Lizzie walks in front of Christopher, up the stairs towards the kitchen. Red or white? Red or white? Get it together Lizzie!

- You know, I used to live here!

Lizzie turns around. So, he wants to talk? Not just jump right into it. Is that good or bad? God, Lizzie, get your fucking shit together! Stop analyzing every fucking thing!

- Here? In this apartment?

- Yeah. It's a long time ago. It doesn't look the same at all. We had to park the car right outside the door. No front yard, back then.

Christopher takes a quick peak inside the bathroom.

- Oh, so this is the bathroom. It was way smaller when I lived here. Was it this big when you moved in?

Lizzie shakes her head. She doesn't know how to respond to people who wants to know about her. She was always invisible, she doesn't know how to be visible. Her role as a mom, is the only thing she knows how to do. Friend? Girlfriend? How do you do that?

- I've only lived here for about three years. And I haven't done much. Painted a bit. But I don't have that much time.

- You can do a lot with new colours. And with three kids.. I think you did a Great job.

Christopher smiles. Lizzie smiles back. After pouring two glasses of red wine, they both sit down on the couch. Christopher lifts his glass, but puts it down again.

- I have to borrow your restroom for a sec! Be right back!

- Well, you know where it is, so I'm just gonna sit here and wait.

Two seconds after Christopher leaves the living room, Lizzies phone beeps, with a message from Janet. "Handsome, right?" Lizzie can't help but smile. Janet is really into this setting her up thing. "Absolutely!", she text back, before Christopher returns.

The conversation goes pretty smoothly. Mostly about the apartment, since they both have a connection to it. Christopher talks about how it used to look, both inside and outside. And Lizzie tells him what kind of redecorating she has done, since she moved in. Before they know it, the bottle is empty. Lizzie is surprised, they've been talking for hours, without realising it. And without any uncomfortable silence. It actually feels like they've known each other for years. Yes it's going to be a physical relationship. But there's no rules about being friends, is it?

Christopher looks at Lizzie. She looks back at him. He has blue eyes. They're beautiful. Even though Lizzies favorite eye colour is brown. Light hazel brown. Stop it, Lizzie! Blue is fine. And the fucking colour of his eyes should't matter anyway! Christopher leans in closer. Lizzie almost holds her breath. This is a situation she hasn't been in for years. Is he going to kiss her? What if she's no good?

- You know what I want to do now?

The look in Christophers eyes is intense. Lizzie feels like a fish on dry land. Totally out of her element.

- No....

Then his lips is on hers. Soft, warm. God. Lizzie kisses him back. But the nervous feeling of not knowing doesn't fade. He continues to kiss her, so maybe it feels good. Or maybe he just wants some? Get it together, Lizzie! Get your fucking shit together!

- I want to explore you!

Christopher lets his hand slide up Lizzies bare skin, under her shirt. Lizzie swallows, gently breaks the kiss, and gets up from the couch.

- I have a bed.... Let's continue this there...

@nekoannie-chan @there-goes-thefighter @late-to-the-party-81 @here4thefanfics @randomlittleimp

[akaashisbabygirl]

Words: 1515

Pairings: Kyōtani x reader

Warnings: characters are aged up, degradation, fingering, public fingering

A/n: this is more of a public sex thing too, but anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

Note: I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ALL PICTURES USED WERE FOUND ON PICSART

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come along?” you asked, standing in the doorway of you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You were wearing your boyfriends favourite tight, black, strapless dress, the one he adored and worshipped on your skin.

Kyōtani finished buttoning up his grey dress shirt, his eyes leaving the mirror to look at you, “Yes. They said we can bring our plus ones.”

“Are you sure you’re not just saying that so you can get me to come along too?” you whined, looking at him with a little pout in your eyes.

He chuckled, “No, they did say that. What’s the matter anyways? You’ve known them since high school, unlike the girls they’ll be bringing. You need to stop worrying for nothing.”

“Hey! I’m not worrying for nothing. I’m just a little embarrassed… that’s all,” you stated, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

Kyōtani walked over to you, his pointer finger tracing the skin along your cheeks. Your thighs pressed together, as you watched your boyfriend’s hand move from your face, grabbing onto your wrist, leading you to the front of the apartment.

“Stop being such a brat and put your shoes on,” he growled.

Sighing, you grabbed your black heals, the ones which matched your dress, slipping them onto your feet whilst one hand steadied yourself against the white walls of the apartment as you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Stop eye fucking me and put your shoes on,” he groaned, his eyes rolling as you sighed, slipping your shoes onto your feet.

“Good, you’re finally ready,” he said, pulling his keys from his pocket, opening the front door as you followed behind him like a lost child. He locked the door behind him, as you followed him to the elevator, going to find your car which was parked on the street of your apartment.

The trip to the bar was quick. It was Kyōtani’s favourite place to go when he felt like getting drunk. They served great alcohol there, but however, you had never been. It wasn’t because Kyōtani prevented you from going there, but because of how busy you were with your job.  Oikawa and Iwaizumi had booked a private room for the meetup, one large enough to hold a dozen old volleyball players who were going to show up with their girlfriends.

You felt awkward walking in through the sliding glass doors, into the building which glowed with orange and red lights. It was enough to make someone go blind from all the flashes. The music was loud, loud enough to prevent anyone from being able to hear their own thoughts. Men and women were dancing around, spilling the drinks in their hands onto the dance floor. People were making out, their lips pressing harshly onto each other while some people undressed each other with their eyes. Kyōtani had a harsh grip on your hand, holding onto you tightly as he dragged you through the bar. He found the room, knocking on the door. Your eyes sat watching the door anxiously, a small blush appearing over your face as you heard the faint sound of someone walking over the loud music.

“Hey Mad Dog, Y/n-chan, it’s good to see the two of you!” Oikawa smiled, as he greeted the two of you from the door.

Kyōtani’s hand sat on your back, slightly giving you a little push to get you to walk into the room.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” Kyōtani grunted.

“What? I have a nickname for everyone! I can’t just not give you one,” Oikawa smiled.

Your eyes looked over the room as your boyfriend chatted away with the old volleyball captain. It was a fairly large room, with a sizable table sitting in the middle of the room. It had enough seats for everyone who was going to be present during the night, as well as their plus ones.

“Y/n-chan, Mad Dog, you two are seated next to Iwa-chan,” Oikawa smiled.

“Are there no other girls coming?” you asked, sitting down in your seat next to your boyfriend, who had seated himself down next to Iwaizumi. You let him sit there, upon knowing how much he looked up to Iwaizumi during high school.

“No, they’ve all been busy tonight with work and stuff. You know, girl things,” Iwaizumi replied, before taking a sip of his drink.

“It would’ve nice to have them here, but you’re the only girl who’s been with Kyōtani since high school, so we defiantly wanted you at our high school reunion party thing,” Oikawa smiled.

“It’s good to know that I’m at least wanted here,” you chuckled.

Hours had gone by, and your thoughts were stuck on the way Kyōtani looked in his dress shirt. The grey material had clung to his skin, his head thrown back against the chair as he smirked whilst talking to his own teammates. You smiled to the scene of him getting along well with the boys he used to go to school with. Your hand slowly made its way to his thigh, rubbing gently on his skin, slowly making its way up to his crotch, slowly tracing over the material of his jeans. Kyōtani shot you a deadly look, anger evident on his face. Not this, and not now. He wasn’t going to deal with having a boner whilst in a room with his old teammates. Grabbing onto your hand, he placed your soft hand down on your lap, mumbling a, “Keep your hands there.”

“No,” you smirked, trying to move your hands back down onto Kyōtani’s body, but once again, he stopped you in the process.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you knew he was starting to get bad because of the language he was using. Some of the volleyball boys turned to notice but brushed the subject off like it was nothing.

Kyōtani moved his head down to whisper in your ear, “You want to be touched so badly, huh? Slut. And in front of everyone else? You’re so needy.”

Kyōtani’s fingers trailed up your dress, gently touching the soft skin of your thigh. His hand sat in between your legs, forcing them apart. His pointer finger traced over your panties, rubbing gently on your clit. You shut your eyes, placing your head down as you tried to hold back your moans.

“Keep your fucking head up.”

You moved your head back up, now meeting the prying eyes of the former Aobajohsai volleyball team.

“Are you okay, Y/n-chan?” Oikawa asked.

Your face was flustered, a pale, soft blush on your cheeks as you felt Kyōtani’s fingers pull your panties to the side, a finger now pressing against your soft folds. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he didn’t hesitate to push two fingers deep into your cunt.

“She’s okay,” Kyōtani answered for you as your mouth fell open, “She’s just a little… needy.”

The boys watched as you let soft moans escape your lips, watching how your usual expression fell apart from having Kyōtani’s fingers inside of you. Some of them were growing hard from hearing the wet noises of his fingers in your wetness, curling in your cunt. Kyōtani pulled his fingers out of your cunt, having you grind down softly on the seat below you as he showed the team his fingers, drenched in your arousal.

“Look at how turned on she is from getting watched by all of you. unfortunately, for you all, you’ll never get the chance to fuck her,” Kyōtani stated.

The boys watched in anticipation, bulges starting to appear in their pants under the table. They quickly grew desperate to touch themselves to your lewd expressions.

“Are you gonna cum? I can feel you clenching tightly around my fingers,” Kyōtani said, looking directly into your eyes as you let out loud pants. Some of the boys stroked their cocks. You were humiliated – especially since everyone from your old high school were watching you fall apart from Kyōtani’s fingers. The blush on your cheeks grew stronger as lewd thoughts appeared in your mind, ones about Kyōtani taking you on this table in front of everyone.

“You gonna cum?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Everyone fucking watch. She looks beautiful when she cums. You wouldn’t wanna miss it.”

Their eyes widened, watching closely as your eyes clenched shut, your hips bucking up as you were desperate to cum. The knot in your lower stomach broke, having you cry out in shock and lust as you climaxed on his fingers, throwing your head back against the chair as you tried to catch your breath. You opened your eyes, only to see everyone staring at you. Kyōtani sat there, a smirk sitting on his face as you looked around at the team. Some of the boys had blushes on their faces, but the sexual tension was obvious. You sat there embarrassed at the fact that they all watched your boyfriend finger you.

“That was a good show you put on for them. Maybe you should do it again next time,” Kyōtani smirked.

[heresathreebee]

No Touching

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]

Summary: Friend dates with Ava always brighten your day (and night). Tonight is more enlightening than brightening, though… 

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Word count: 1.7 words

Warning(s): 14+ | angst, gay panic, dolls, 1 (one) racist antique, Steven Segal movie, chronic pain, tears.

AN: No actually I didn't bother to edit this, not doing that anymore, I think too much as it is. As always, I write with a black reader in mind but feel free to read even if you aren't. 🖤

You are eighty percent sure that you and Ava are dating.

85%... 78%... 81.5% sure.

It would probably be best if you cleared that up (but be cool about it though). You've started seeing each other more and more, and on purpose no less. Never a dull conversation, she's reluctant to share some of her life story but she's eager to know everything about you and you're more than happy to indulge. It's not like you know nothing about her; you just don't know the specifics of her past. 

Her parents died when she was young, she's ex-military (you think?), and she just came off of a huge life change and is getting used to what she calls 'real life.' You figure out she's a bit of a shut in and hates crowds, so you go out of your way to show her quiet places and introduce her to things she's never tried before. The bowl by your front door where you put your keys has 20 or 30 marbles from ramune bottles in it. You can't seem to ring her secret out of her, she just gives you this cryptic knowing smile and laughs at your attempts to sweet talk or annoy it out of her. 

You feel so close, growing closer still, she's quickly become the best part of your week, and you catch yourself thinking about her even when she's not with you. But you've never held hands. Hell, you've never even so much as brushed shoulders with her by accident. If you're dating, shouldn't you at least hug her goodbye? Is she even able to be into you like that?? 

You try not to let the panic set in as you stand outside of the antiques mall. You told her you liked old things and promised to show her your favorite pastime. God, how do you go about this? Should you just flirt with her and see how she reacts? Also how does one flirt? What if you’re fucking up and she really just wants to be friends? God knows you could use some friends right now. 

When she does appear, you do nothing. You continue to act relaxed and enjoy her presence, promising yourself you’ll ask about it afterwards. Ava’s wearing that grey jacket again made of a thin sports fabric and you make a mental note it might rain today. 

“Ava,” you stage whisper, waving her out of the jewelry section by the front desk and into the maze of vintage old clothes and furniture. “Back here, to the left.” 

Deep deep deep in a corner of the massive store, Ava stops dead in her tracks (you run into her but back away quickly) and stares. 

“This... is…” Ava covers her mouth with her hands to hold her laughter in, “ghastly.” 

The shelf is wide, with dark wood trimming and protective glass. The lights are almost fluorescent as they illuminate dozens of humanoid dolls. Some are cute, but some are also creepy, unnerving, down right scary. 

You point at the one with the Jonbenet Ramsey likeness and deep cracks in her porcelain face. It was overly large compared to the rest, having to have stuffed legs crossed like a sitting child. "I think I fear that one the most." 

You felt Ava shiver and didn't even realize you were standing that close. Her eyes darted from face to face, taking in every terrible and wonderful detail of them. You smelled coconut in her hair and tried to distance yourself a bit, missing the conversation. "Huh?" 

"I said they're haunted, aren't they?" 

"That one definitely is." You look over the other dolls. "I don't know, I think the rest are kinda cute. 'Cept that one: that one can fuck off straight to hell." 

Down on the second shelf where the light began to struggle in reach belied an offensive porcelain joke. The decoration portrayed an over animated child at play, with oil black skin, fat red lips, and bulbous eyes. This child was dressed in white rags and sucking on a wedge of fruit. Guess which one. Fucking guess, I dare you. 

"It's not even a fucking doll," Ava grumbled. "Why is it here?" 

You leaned in to whisper, "someday, I'm gonna buy that thing just to fucking smash it on the pavement." 

"Oh, what a lovely sound it would make." 

You hum. "I'm not gonna give nobody money for that trash. Can't steal it either, we'd never make it to the door." 

Ava looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile. "We?" 

You simply tilt your head at her, and she huffs out a laugh. She nodded as if agreeing with you, then drifted away from the case like a wary woman. You toured through the rest of the store like a treasure trove of other people's memories, war memorabilia, ancient brand merchandise (why would anyone want a life size green m&m in their house? Who is this for?), and paintings from the dadeism era by unpopular artists. You ate lunch at the vendor shops in downtown and retired to your place for a movie. 

You must have fallen asleep at the beginning but you came to during some big shootout between Steven Segal and generic Latino drug dealer #7 when you accidentally dropped your hand into Ava's lap. Quickly, Ava withdrawals, thrusting herself to the other side of the couch as if in disgust. Your head jerks up in hurt and confusion, you hadn't even felt anything except a light tingling. You could barely hear the tv audio over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. 

"You can't touch me," Ava spat. "You just can't. Ever. Please…" 

"I'm sorry. Ava, I– I am so, so sorry I didn't mean to–" 

"It's not your fault and you didn't know," she mumbled and faltered, "it's just… you can't." 

You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to swallow. "I'm sorry. Really. It won't happen again." 

Ava looked up at you guiltily and sighed. She folded her legs and eased herself off of the couch arm rest, hands tucked into her lap and unable to meet your eyes anymore. 

"It's not what you think it is," she explained. "I… I have a condition of sorts. And it… it hurts.” 

Her words put a hold on the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Like a… skin condition? Or nerves or something?” 

Ava nodded quickly. “Yes. yes, like a nerves thing. My um, my nervous system. It's chronic."

“Oh Ava,” you cover your heart with a breathy sigh, “of course! I wish I’d known I would have never–” 

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m really glad you understand. Sorry I freaked out, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.” 

You tried to blow a raspberry. “It’s whatever, didn’t hurt my feelings.” 

Yeah, you could hear the weakness of the lie, too. Still, Ava went and parked herself on the couch exactly where she was before– close but not too close. Warm but not quite touching. You were ready to let it slide and go right back to pretending to watch the movie when– 

“So what’s going on between us exactly? I like girls– I like you– and I don’t mean just in a friend sort of way– is it maybe sorta possible you might feel the same way about me?” 

Who said that? You? Honestly you’re feeling a little dizzy as you try and stare a hole in the tv screen. And Ava? Well at least she didn’t hold you in suspense for too long. She chuckled– and god you had to look. You had to know if she was laughing at you or with you. Your eyes snapped to her completely unmocking face. 

She blinked at you, bit her lip even. “Yes, I am.. Capable of liking girls. Might prefer them actually. And I definitely like you in a more-than-a-friend sort of way.” 

It takes a second to sink in. OK, it takes a hot minute to sink in. Like the movie ended and you walked Ava home and you slept in until 10 am and made omelettes for breakfast at noon and laid down on your floor staring at the ceiling until sundown. Yeah that kind of hot minute. And your lips curled into a soft smile because you had a girlfriend and she liked girls and you could not be happier than you are right now. 

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Ava asked you to meet her on the corner by the antiques mall that night. You don’t know how but she got her grubby, thieving little mitts on that disgusting tar baby doll from the haunted doll shelf. You made her swear up and down she didn’t pay real money for it, then nearly pulled out your hair when you realized it meant she definitely stole it and– 

"How the ffffUCK do you just DO that?!" 

"Slight of hand," she mused. 

Fuck, and she was a geek. Yeah, you're definitely in love. She pushes the ugly thing into your hands and despite being cold porcelain it feels like it's burning. 

"Do the honors." 

There's no build up. No ceremony. You don't want to drag this out anymore. You take a swinging leap and spike that shit and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces with the most glorious sound you'll ever hear. You land in slow motion, already replaying the image of thick glass pieces cracking on the indigo pavement. You stand over your mess, triumphant. 

The quiet of the night time street drifts back to you, as does Ava. "I'll be honest I expected a big speech." 

You shrug. "I've been waiting too long to do that. Thank you, Ava. I mean it." 

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure." Ava swaggers closer to you and if you didnt know better you'd think she was going in for a kiss. "Tonight, the tar baby. Tomorrow, the world." 

You resist the urge to clap her on her shoulders and throw your hands in the air instead. "Sounds like a date!" 

Next

[snakebites-22]

My Favorite Color is You

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: This is my first Peter Parker fic and first fic on this site. I really hope you like it and feedback is welcome but don’t be a bully please. Thank you @dreamofaprilsblog​ for the prompts “Do you need to go to the hospital?” and soulmate AU. Sorry for this being a day late, but I hope you still enjoy it anyways. 

Warnings: fire, almost mugging, burns, hospitals, slight angst, petty teenagers, mentions of a person being followed (comment if there’s anything else I should add)

Word Count: 3175

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is very desperate to find you, his soulmate. He’s looked for you in every person he makes eye contact with. Guys, girls, he’s looked for you in everyone. Well, one fateful patrol leads him to discover his new favorite color. 

Side note: I tried to make this as gender inclusive as possible so I used “they” to describe the reader’s pronouns, but just imagine your own whenever “they” is used if it isn’t your pronoun. Peter is bi in this story. If there is a point where I accidentally specify a gender please let me know so I can fix it. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peter knew about soulmates. He’s read about them in books, learned about famous soulmates in class, and even heard about them in real time from people lucky enough to find theirs. He, of course, was not that lucky. Stupid Parker luck. He knew from what he’s heard and learned that the world actually isn’t dull shades of gray with black and white, but it actually had color. Real vibrant colors like red and purple and green, things his brain didn’t have the capacity to imagine. He knew that all it took was eye contact with the right person to change his world. Too bad he hadn’t found those eyes just yet. 

He was sitting on top of a random apartment building while on his usual nightly patrol bored out of his freaking mind. There just wasn’t anything good tonight. He helped a little girl get her kite down from a tree and one man needed help catching his dog who had gotten off his leash, and yeah he was a cute dog, but he could be doing something better. He could be finding you. Of course, he didn’t know who you were yet. Just a bright, beautiful figment of his imagination, and his heart ached for you. Was that even possible? To long for someone he wasn’t even sure existed? Well, guess it is because he’s living proof of the pitiful feeling. 

A loud yell shook him from his depressing thoughts and he jumped up quickly. 

“Finally,” he muttered with a small grin as he shot a web in the direction the yell had come from. He swung as quickly as his agile body allowed and soon landed down on the pavement in front of an alleyway. He looked around cautiously and could feel the prickling sensation that was his Peter t- Spider Sense. It was his Spider Sense. He shook his head a bit and tried to remain focused as he crept down the dark passage. 

 “I don’t want any trouble, lady,” Peter heard a low voice hiss from the gloom. “Just want whatever cash and shit you got on ya. Don’t be a bitch about it.” 

Peter scowled and kept walking until he was able to make out two figures in the dim light the street lamps provided. A young woman, maybe late teens or early twenties, was pinned up against a wall while a man who was obviously older stood before her, a small knife in his right hand. 

Peter sighed softly. “Y’know,” he started as the criminal dude jumped. “If you want money you should probably just get a job like a normal person. I hear the Burger King down the street is hiring.” 

The guy quickly turned around and tried to slash at Spider-Man with the knife which the boy effortlessly ducked and grabbed his assailant's arm, twisting just enough that he dropped his knife. The man grunted in pain and swung at him again, but Spider-Man dodged and countered with a kick to the man’s abdomen. The force of the kick sent him flying back into the opposite alley wall and before he had time to even look up, the young hero webbed him to the dirty brick. 

“Karen?” Peter whispered softly.

“The police are on their way Peter. Good job,” the AI responded.

Peter smiled beneath the mask. “Hey, thanks.” 

The boy turned around to see the girl still standing against the wall, breathing deeply. His heart jumped a bit as he realized that she was about his age, and also very pretty. Try as he might to keep it down, hope surged in his chest as he made his way over to her. 

“Excuse me, miss? Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” He asked quickly as he did a small glance over her.

“No, I believe I’m alright. Thank you Spider-Man,” she breathed out. 

She slowly looked up at him and Peter looked into her eyes and-

Nothing… they remained a light grey color just like the rest of his surroundings. He couldn’t help the small disappointed sigh that left his lips before he forced himself into a smile. 

“That’s good. I’m glad. Um… do you live far from here? I could walk you home if you want.” 

The girl shook her head and gave him a tiny, hesitant smile. “My car is right down the street. I was walking there so that I could get to the library where my girlfriend is probably waiting for me when that guy grabbed me. Speaking of her, I should probably get going. Thank you again.” She smiled hesitantly and waved to him before walking away and taking out her phone, probably to call this girlfriend. 

Peter sighed again and watched her to make sure she got to her car before looking back at the man webbed to the wall. “Does everyone have a soulmate except for me?” he questioned without really expecting an answer. Nevertheless, the almost mugger shrugged anyway. 

Peter scowled before jumping up and climbing the alley wall. He stood on the roof and waited there until the police arrived to take the guy into custody, and once they were gone so was Spider-Man. 

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Peter entered his bedroom through the open window and crawled along his ceiling until he was over top of his loft bed. Looking over his shoulder to make sure he didn’t accidentally fall onto the floor, which definitely didn’t happen a lot, he let go and flopped onto the bed with a huff. He tugged his mask off of his head and tossed it over the side in a fit of petty anger. 

May, who must have heard him come in, opened the door and gazed up at him. “Long night?” she asked softly to which Peter just shrugged, not in the mood to really talk to anyone. 

“Well, I got us some Chinese food if you’d like it.” Peter heard the door creak behind her as she turned around and walked back towards the rest of the house. He would have preferred to stay in bed, but the incessant growling of his stomach said no, causing him to get up. After changing out of his suit annoyedly, he went out and joined his aunt. 

Aunt May was sitting at their small dinner table with a plate of chow mein, glancing at the TV which was playing the news report of the latest Spidey save. Peter walked over and sat down in his usual seat across from her. When she looked up at him, she smiled sadly.

“I got you some dumplings and noodles. Also they gave me, like, a ton of fortune cookies. I don’t know who needs sixteen fortune cookies, but apparently it’s us.”

“You counted?” Peter asked with a little chuckle.

“Hey. That many fortune cookies needs to be counted,” May retorted with a smile as she saw her nephew laugh. 

They both began eating, Peter slow at first but then diving in once he realized exactly how hungry he was. 

Once they finished eating, Peter helped pack up the leftovers and clean the dishes. As he loaded the dishwasher, Aunt May asked softly, “what’s on your mind tonight? The guy you fought?” 

Peter shook his head and sighed. He finished loading the dishwasher before turning to Aunt May to answer. “No I just… how old were you when you met Uncle Ben? And found out he was your soulmate?” 

Aunt May looked slightly taken aback by this question and pursed her lips a little. She always did that whenever Ben was brought up. “I was 23, I think. Yeah… yeah somewhere around that age. We met at this resort one summer. That’s also where your mom and dad met.” She smiled a little at the memory and Peter watched her with slight pain behind his eyes. “God, when all four of us saw color for the first time, well, we were so surprised of course, but it was really, really amazing. Why do you ask?” 

“I just… nothing. Just curious,” Peter answered with a tight smile. “I think I’m gonna head to bed now. Tired. From the fight.” 

Aunt May nodded and Peter trotted back to his room. Before he reached the door, he heard her call to him from the kitchen. “You’ll find your soulmate Peter. I know it feels like forever and you just want to meet them now, but I promise you’ll find them soon.” Peter glanced back at her before walking into his room without saying another word. 

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The next couple of days were a consistent and normal blur. Peter had school, then patrol, then repeat the next day. Everywhere he went he looked around for his soulmate. At one point, this really cute curly haired boy walked past him and he felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into his dark eyes, but nothing again. He sighed in disappointment as the taller boy walked away from him, leaving him to continue his stupid quest. 

That had happened two days ago. Now, Spider-Man was patrolling the city, swinging between buildings. It was a relatively quiet night. He helped this one kid find his mom when he got separated from at a park, and he also walked a young woman back to her apartment because she thought she was being followed. After double checking, it didn’t look like she was, but then again that was probably because the shithead saw Spider-Man and turned around. But all-in-all, it was very quiet and chill. That is, until the explosion happened.

Spider-Man quickly started swinging in the direction the loud sound came from, wondering what the hell that was about. It didn’t take him long to find it. A restaurant he happened to pass by a lot was burning up in giant, pale flames. He jumped down and quickly ran inside the burning building. 

There was fire everywhere. The heat crashed against him like a ferocious wave. It reminded him so much of his fight with the Vulture that he hesitated a second before continuing to run inside. It looked like most of the people had already gotten out or were running for the exits. 

“That way over there,” Spidey yelled to the people running past him. “Is anyone else still in here?” He called out as he ran further into the building. Weak coughing came as a reply. Someone ran up to him and grabbed him while coughing viciously into their arm. 

“Spider-Man,” the person said in harsh breaths. “Please you, you have to help. The back room. My friend－” 

“I’ll get to them. Get yourself to safety.”

They nodded and ran out the building while the young hero ran in the direction the person had gestured to. He could still hear the weak coughing from earlier, but now he was hearing a tiny “help” and “please” that made his heart ache. He dodged out of the way of falling debris and hissed in pain when he backed into a burning metal rod from an overturned table. Still, he pressed on until he reached the backroom. 

The smoke was immense. From the damage it looked like this was the epicenter of the explosion. 

“Hello?” he yelled over the roar of the fire. He wasn’t sure if he could even be heard over everything, but a weak call answered him. 

“O-over here.”

Spider-Man jumped over more burning debris as he frantically looked around. His eyes widened when he finally saw them. A figure lay trapped beneath a large chunk of wood that had once been the ceiling. They looked badly burned and were coughing harshly and breathing in rough, raspy breaths. 

He ran over to them and started to lift up the wood despite the burning in his hands, causing the person below to cry out. Spidey yelled in pain as he managed to lift the debris off of them and throw it to the side. 

He quickly crouched down to look at the person he just rescued, and he was met with the most beautiful pair of e/c orbs to ever exist. His jaw dropped as he quickly ripped off his mask, his mask that was now the most vibrant and bright shade of a color he had only ever heard about. He looked back at you, your eyes impossibly wide as you choked out a small, “you?”

Peter nodded. “Me..let me lift you up okay?” You nodded a tiny bit and whimpered loudly as Peter gently wrapped his arms underneath your battered body, lifting you up into his chest. He winced a little from the pain in his hands and his back, but he pulled his mask back on before running out of the now rapidly collapsing building. 

The fire was so much brighter now. Reds and oranges and yellows. He could see the burning blue curtains hanging in the window. The shades of green and brown and the colorful painting on the wall that were all turning to black and grey ash. How horrifyingly beautiful.

He ran over to where the ambulances were parked and looked around frantically as he saw the EMTs and paramedics treating people and getting the most badly hurt people on stretchers and into the vehicles. 

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” He heard from behind him. He turned around and saw a paramedic looking at him. 

“N-No no but they do,” Spidey stated as he held you tightly to his chest. Your eyelids were nearly closed and your breathing was ragged. 

The paramedic quickly called her team over and they gently took you from his arms. They laid you out on the stretcher and got to work on getting you on a breathing mask and looking at your wounds. His breath caught in his throat as he began to clearly see how bad your wounds were. Harsh red burns covered your skin, especially your lower body where the wood had pinned you down. 

For a moment it was so hard to focus, the sirens and yelling was overwhelming, the bright lights were blinding him, the heat was still so immense, he could hear your heart and your breath so impossibly loud, and just all the colors－

It was all so much he almost didn’t notice the team taking the stretcher you were on away into an ambulance. Taking you away into the ambulance. Away from him. He was not having any of that. They were not taking you away when he just finally found you. Your gorgeous eyes looked at him with fear and desperation as they rolled you away. 

“Wait!” he cried as he followed after them. “Wait please you have to let me come with you. I have to go with them.” 

“Are you family?” an EMT asked him with a puzzled expression. 

“No no I-I’m not but－”

“We’re only allowing family to－”

“I’m their soulmate!” He shouted. “Please. Please don’t take them from me.” 

After a moment, just one single moment where Peter could feel his chest constricting and he could sense your eyes on him and his heart was beating way too fast, the EMT nodded and Spidey joined them in the ambulance. 

He sat down beside your stretcher and gently took your hand. He stared into your eyes that had started to fill with tears, and he very lightly gave your fingers a squeeze despite the sting in his own hand. You offered him the tiniest smile, and then the ambulance drove off, taking both of you with it. 

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It had been several hours. You were now laying in a hospital bed with all of your burns bandaged and your wounds attended to as Peter sat in a chair beside you, his own burns taken care of as well. 

Aunt May had stopped by earlier to check on him and also see you. They talked a bit about all of the colors. How bright they were or how dull they were and how your eyes were his new favorite color because, God, how could one thing be so beautiful? However, he couldn’t see your eyes now as you slept peacefully. Instead, he was staring in fascination at the Spider-Man suit. He really went around in such a bright red and blue suit? How has he not been shot and killed yet?

He was shaken out of these thoughts by the sound of the bed sheets rustling. He quickly looked up and was met by his favorite color. He smiled widely and sat up straighter as you offered him a tiny smile. 

“Hi,” he breathed out. 

“Hi,” you whispered back. 

You both stared at one another for a moment that was both awkward and yet somehow comforting. You cleared your throat a tiny bit before murmuring, “Can I have a drink?”

“Drink? Oh uh yeah of course, sorry.” Peter quickly sprang up to get you a glass of water from the water dispenser over in the corner. He walked back over and carefully raised the glass to your lips, your hand coming up to gently rest over his and he would be a huge liar if he said he didn’t blush as red as his suit. 

He set the empty glass down on the bedside table and sat back down in his seat, pulling it a tiny bit closer to your bed. 

“So,” you began softly. “Spider-Man is my soulmate?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he laughed softly. “My name’s Peter. Parker.”

“Y/n,” you answered. 

He smiled one of the biggest smiles that he’s ever smiled before. It was one of those where it leaves your cheeks aching afterwards. 

“What?” you asked, an eyebrow raised.

He shook his head quickly, his curls bouncing along his hairline. “Nothing just… your name is so perfect. You’re perfect.” 

“You found me in the pits of hell and you’re going to call me perfect? You’re an angel.”

He definitely did not blush at that statement. Nope. Not Peter Parker. 

He laughed a little and looked at you adoringly. He could already tell he was the luckiest guy alive. 

“So, uh, I should probably ask this just to um make it official and all of that,” Peter mumbled after a moment. “Would you like to go out sometime? I mean, obviously once we’re both healed and everything. And… afterwards maybe be my significant other?” 

You laughed a little and Peter felt his face fall and his inside twist up in nervousness. Did he do something wrong? What was happening?

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to go out with you Peter Parker.” 

He beamed widely at you as you smiled back. You both sat for a few minutes in silence and at some point Peter had taken your hand and was gently rubbing circles into it and you both were talking about absolutely anything, but mostly about all the new colors when a nurse walked in. 

“Excuse me, your parents are here. Shall I send them in?”

Peter’s eyes widened as you turned to look at him with a smirk.

“Ready to meet my parents?”

Fuck. 

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[drethanramslay]

Late nights, Date nights

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.1 K words

Warning: There is fluff and humour in the beginning and smut towards the end. If you are not comfortable reading it, I have distinguished is with asterisks (*)

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

Songs: Eyes off you by Prettymuch and Unbelievable by Why Don't We

Forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Ethan was pacing around in his office, marching so hard, that it left tracks in the carpet of his office.

C'mon Ethan, Leah is your fucking girlfriend. You can eat her out but, can't ask her out on a simple fucking date??!!

It was their six month anniversary, after months and months of pining over each other. When he thought about it now, he wondered why was he so against the concept? He thought that he was doing the right thing by not giving in, but in the end, he just ended up hurting himself and his Leah.

Leah... His sunshine.

The concept of nicknames never really appeased him. It was such a ‘teenager’ thing to do. When he was with Harper, the word 'babe' made him cringe so hard that it made him want to throw himself off the railing of the mezzanine floor of the hospital.

But with Leah, it was different. She breathed back life into the parts of his soul, which he thought were long dead. She constantly challenged him, pushed him to be a better doctor, a better friend and a better partner. She brought light, to the valleys of abyss and grief. Just like nothing can escape light, Ethan could not escape Leah's affection.

And he didn't want to run anymore..

He had never felt these intense emotions in a very long time. His mother leaving him at a tender age of eleven, made him grow up way to soon. It fucked him up. It made him close up and build walls to protect his heart from such earth shattering pain. It made him distant and cold.

But now he laughed more. Smiled more. And he knew that Leah was the one who saved him.

His salvation. His saving grace. His sunshine.

He decided enough was enough. He spoke to HR and Naveen and they gave them the green light. Leah had already made a great reputation in the hospital for her work ethic, her passion and her compassion. So why waste anymore time?

Ethan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Leah come in. "Woah woah Ethan. Are you trying to wear the carpet thin? You just got this office?!" Ethan looked up and saw Leah leaning against the door, with a smile. She was wearing a green blouse with a black pencil skirt. Ethan approved mentally.

"Hey sunshine."

"Hey yourself." She said as she closed the door and stepped into Ethan's embrace. He buried his face into her hair, and inhaled the lavender scent, which immediately soothed him. To him, she smelled like spring. She was perfect.

God, could you be any more sappier Ethan? Be a man.

But he knew, that if Leah even looked his way, he would be down on his knees.

"How was your day?" Ethan asked as he kissed her crown.

"It was so productive. I saved a nine year old girl today. Seeing her parents happy... It was beautiful."

"Well, I never doubted you once." He said with a tender smile, cupping her cheeks. "Also, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Yeahhhh, today is just an ordinary day, with no anniversary whatsoever. I was planning on going home and binging on greys-"

"Sunshine, don't talk shit."

"Hey, but you still love me."

"That I do... Anyways I have made a reservation in 'Osteria' tonight to celebrate our anniversary."

"E, you know that I wouldn't mind staying in bed and drinking cheap wine right?"

"I know, but I want to spoil my baby!! Be ready, I will pick you up by seven."

"I will be ready."

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Ethan rolled up to Leah's penthouse and send her a message. He had donned his black tux but had skipped the tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt. He was going to call her again, when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up and the phone almost fell out of his hands.

Leah stood in front of him, wearing a black evening gown. It was an off shoulder, which showed her collarbones. She was also wearing the ruby stone necklace, her birthstone, which Ethan had gifted her on her birthday. Her jet black hair had been tied up to a messy side bun, a few rebellious strands blowing in the night wind. He steeped out to open the door for her when he almost tripped at the sight.

The dress had a slit which almost went up to her thighs, putting those glorious bronze legs on display.

God, she was gonna be the death of me.

"Wow. You look gorgeous Dr. Garcia."

She blushed red. "You don't look so bad yourself Dr. Ramsey." He pecked her on her lips.

"Shall we?" He opened the door for Leah, like a true gentleman.

"Yes, we shall." Leah giggled and stepped in. Ethan walked around and sat in the driver's seat, and they pulled out of the curb.

The entire ride was filled with jokes, heated gazes and silent promises. Ethan had placed his hand on her bare thigh, slowly caressing it. Leah knew that it was risky to wear such a gown, but she took the chance anyway. And now here she was, slowly going crazy with Ethan's hand on her thigh.

She wanted to devour him. He looked delectable and so very handsome in a tux. The open buttons, gave her a peak of his collarbones and she literally salivated. Collarbones have always been her weakness.

Soon, they showed up at the restaurant. After handing of the keys to the valet, and borderline threatening him that if there was even one scratch, he would have a nice chat with the manager, they headed towards the restaurant.

"God Ethan, you are such a Karen." Leah giggled.

"I maybe old, but I got that reference!! And no, I am not. I am particular."

"Whatever floats your boat babe." She linked her hands in his and they headed towards the hostess.

"Welcome sir and ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked.

"Yeah... Please check under the name Ramsey."

The hostess checked the log book for a long time. Ethan started sweating. What was taking her so long?

"I am afraid but, there is no reservation under that name sir." The hostess replied timidly, after Ethan's cool eyes landed on her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Hundred percent sir."

"But it does not make sense...I called two months before to get a reservation... Do you have any empty tables?" Ethan said, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly getting frustrated.

"Sorry sir but... All the tables are occupied."

Goddammit Ethan!! You had one fucking job.

He led Leah back to the valet and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry sunshine. I just wanted this evening to go perfect and I had to go fu-"

Leah put a finger on his lips. "No. You haven't fucked anything up. It's the gestures that counts. Also, the night is young."

"But you heard the hostess-"

"Well, I have some ideas on how we can spend our anniversary." Ethan just gave her a quizzical look. She took the car keys from the valet and turned towards Ethan and winked. "Get in the car Ramsey. Get ready for the best night of your life."

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"So your 'best night' includes shopping at Target??" Ethan asked amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes.

"Shut up. Where we are going, we need a little more casual clothing."

"But I like your gown. It helps me slip my hand-"

"Shh Ethan!! We are in public. Keep it PG 13 for now." Leah said, as she blushed red. Ethan just laughed, enjoying teasing her.

Leah proceeded to pay for the clothes and pushed Ethan into the changing room with his set of clothes. Ethan simply obliged because by the look of the determined glint in her eyes, he didn't want to be trampled by a woman on a mission.

The dark jeans fit him perfectly and the grey V-neck fit him snugly. He was wearing his slip ons when Leah came out of the dressing room, smoothening her outfit.

She was wearing a black tank top which she tucked into a baby pink skater skirt. On top of the tank top, she had slipped on a denim jacket. "How do I look babe?" She asked as she observed herself in the mirror.

"You know that even if you wore a potato sack, you would still be the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on, right?" Ethan said earnestly.

She gave a soft smile and kissed his bearded cheek. She plopped down next to him and slipped on her white converse hightops.

"Seriously sunshine? Converse again? You literally have so many at home."

"Well I don't have this style. And you know what they say, 'once a converse girls, always a converse girl'." She said as she brushed him off.

"Sunshine.... literally no one says that."

"It's all in the details, E. C'mon let's go."

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After a half an hour drive, Leah pulled into the make shift parking lot near the docks. They got out and Ethan let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow."

Leah had brought them to the annual fair, where there were tonnes of food stalls and gaming places. The entire place had been decorated with LED lights that were illuminating the Boston night sky. The Ferris wheel stood tall and proud, moving at a gentle pace. The place was littered with a number of game stalls like 'shoot the bottle' and 'ring toss' where people competed to get a prize. Fairy lights hung from the trees around there and a number of people were sitting under them, laughing, eating and drinking cheap beer.

On the other end there were a number of food stalls open, which were being catered by the numerous food joints in the city. The crowd near the ice cream vendors and the cotton candy vendors were unreal.

"Oh. My. God. Ethan they have go karting as well!!" Leah exclaimed grabbing Ethan's arm and pointing towards the make shift track. The karts had designs in various neon colors and the entire track had been painted with glow in the dark paint.

Leah continued to point at the different places and stalls, talking excitedly, but Ethan's eyes stayed glued to Leah's face with a small smile. The child like wonder in her brown eyes made Ethan melt. Her voluminous dark hair blew with the wind, caressing Ethan's face. The way the neon lights reflected on her caramel skin, the way there was an pearly smile on her face and the way she clutched Ethan's arm made his heart do somersaults.

"Are you even paying attention?" Leah asked, breaking Ethan from his reverie.

"Sorry, I didn't get the last part. Was blow away by how beautiful the view is."

Leah rolled her eyes and smacked Ethan's arm. But there was a small smile on her face.

"Let's go to the go karting place."

"Oh yes. Can't wait to see you behind in the dust." Ethan said with a teasing smile.

"Oh honey. I can't wait to see your face after I defeat you. If you think I am going to go easy on you just because I love you, you are very very wrong." Leah said with a coy smile.

"Oh you are so on. Winner can ask the loser anything and buys snacks."

"Let's do this." Leah said as she cracked her knuckles.

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"So...what do I ask you?" Leah questioned herself, with her fingers tapping against her chin. She had won hands down. She got a tacky medal which she decided to wear for the rest of the evening. She just continued to wear a smug smile on her face, so that she could annoy Ethan.

"Please, just get it over with." Ethan groaned as he munched on the caramel popcorn.

"Hmmm.... Which is your favourite place to kiss me?"

"Hmmm..that's a tough question.. see, my favourite place is your pussy but I think your neck would be my favourite place to kiss." Ethan mused.

"Why?" Leah asked as she took a bite of bite of the cotton candy, letting it dissolve on her tongue.

"There are three reasons- One, the moment I kiss your neck, you have that wanton and 'fuck me' expression which drives me crazy. Secondly, the moans you let out are....oh Lord. Just thinking about them gives me a bad case of blue balls. And lastly, you become so wet and ready for me... It makes the experience much more memorable." He said nonchalantly as he continued to munch on the popcorn, seeing Leah's reaction from the corner of his eyes.

Leah was blushing wildly. Ethan may come across as a gentleman but his dirty talk made her knees weak like jello. He could speak things that would make a priest blush. "That's not true." Leah weakly objected as she stuffed her face with cotton candy.

"Oh really? So if I do this.." Ethan reached to place a hot, wet kiss on the spot below her ear. Leah's mouth opened slightly at the intense feeling. Her body flushed wildly. Her toes curled as Ethan continued to lick and suck. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter when his teeth sank into the tender spot on her neck. After what seemed like eternity, he pecked it and moved back to admire his handiwork. "....it won't do anything?" He asked in a husky voice.

Leah didn't dare to look at him because she knew that if she would, her face would betray everything. Also she didn't want to see the shit eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." Leah grumbled as she tore and ate her cotton candy more aggressively.

"But I didn't say anything!"

"I know what you are thinking so shush."

Ethan laughed a deep laugh, his dimples on display as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "It's okay sunshine. You can tie me up and have your way later." He said as he kissed her crown.

"Oh look, there is a shooting booth." Leah said, changing the topic before her mind could go into full fantasy mood of Ethan being below her, moaning her name as she rode him six ways to Sunday.

They reached the stall which was decorated in a western country style. "Howdy! Wanna shoot somethings?"

"I'm a healer but.." Leah picked up the shotgun and loaded it while Ethan rolled his eyes. He will never understand her obsession with anime.

"Shoot all the balloons on that board and then you can choose what prize you want." The guy with the handlebar moustache said.

With quick precision, she shot all the balloons in a matter of seconds. She then twirled the gun around her finger and blew the smoke away. "And that's, how you do it in the wild wild west." She said in a smoldering voice.

Ethan and the gamekeeper had their jaws on the floor.

Could she get any more attractive? Ethan asked himself.

"Damn girl.." the old guy with the funny moustache spoke.

Leah gave out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, can I get those rose tinted glasses?" She pointed to a pair of cat eye sunglasses.

"Sure girlie."

After wearing them she grabbed Ethan and walked hand in hand towards the next booth. "Sunshine, what is the point of these glasses if they can't even cover your eyes?"

"These are stylish and I can wear them when I am going out."

"I don't think I can ever understand your sense of fashion."

"Uh duh!! You guys can't even distinguish between 'peacock blue' and 'turquoise' colour."

"Is there even a difference between them?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"A fine example right here."

Ethan lightly shoved her but Leah just held onto their intertwined fingers. She pulled him to her, went on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Ethan cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and tenderly. The sounds of people talking, the mainstream pop music playing through speakers, everything disappeared as they kissed each other under the neon lights.

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"Oh god...I am so full!" Leah groaned she leaned back on her hands. They were sitting under a secluded tree, with golden fairy lights hanging off them.

"Sunshine, I think you will have to roll me out of here." Ethan groaned as his hands caressed her bare thighs, which she had thrown over his lap. He picked up their popsicle sticks, and threw them in a perfect arc, into the nearby dustbin.

"I can't roll out a 6 feet something skyscraper on my own. I would die."

"Sucks to be short." Ethan stuck his tongue out.

"Hey your tongue is blue!!" Leah exclaimed.

"And your is red from the strawberry flavour." He observed.

"Wanna make purple?" Leah asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows.

Ethan guffawed at the expression and soon she also joined in his laughter. She clutched her stomach. "Oww....shouldn't try to laugh too much. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that second helping of Quesadillas."

"C'mon let's take you home." Ethan stood up and grabbed Leah's hand so that he could pull her up to stand. She dusted her skirt and then intertwined their fingers. She leaned against him, as they headed towards the exit.

"Sunshine?"

"Hmm?"

"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."

"You can thank me in different ways later." Leah said, as her brown eyes darked with desire.

Ethan just smirked and squeezed her to his side.

"That's a promise baby."

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The moment they entered Ethan's penthouse, Ethan pressed Leah against the door. Leah's let out a sharp breath and she looked up at the stormy blue eyes. She could see the desire and the lust swimming in those blues of his and she could also feel the desire in her, ignite like a slow fire.

Ethan cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She went on her tiptoes to meet him half way. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she still felt that he was too far away. So, she hooked her fingers on the belt loops and tugged him closer to her.

Getting the memo, he moved closer until they was no space between them except their clothes. Ethan reached to take her jacket off, which he threw across the room. The need to get her naked, writhing and moaning under him, was becoming overwhelming.

She took out Ethan's shirt and moaned when she felt his warm skin on hers. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she laid her other hand on his bare chest. Her dainty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, his back, his abs and were about to go lower, to his happy trail when he growled and caught them.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her so that her legs were around his waist. He took her hands and pinned them against the door. The kiss was a fight for dominance, where nobody seemed to be a clear winner. Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned appreciatively.

He tastes like ambrosia, sweet nectar and all the good things in life. Leah knew that she could never ever get over the way he tasted.

Ethan lifted her with ease and led her to the first surface he found, the dining table. He moved his hands under her tank top and groaned when he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.

"God Leah, you know how much control it takes to be around you? That when you pull such stunts on me, I just want to bend you over and fuck you on the first surface I find?"

"So what's stopping you?" Leah asked. She pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"After I am done with you...you won't be able to walk for a week." He spoke in a husky voice, filled with need. He took of her tank top and growled appreciatively at the sight of her breasts.

Leah smiled coyly. "Don't make promises you can't keep Ramsey." Ethan just narrowed his eyes and kissed her with so much force, that it made her gasp. His hands reached for her ass and squeezed it.

He then descended on her neck kissing and licking the small droplets of sweat accumulated on her neck. He slowly grinding against her heat, making her aware of how badly he needed her. His hands went from her ass to her breasts. He massaged it before pinching the nipples. Leah yelped. Ethan did not once show her mercy, as he stimulated each sensitive spot on her body. Leah felt as if her nerves were on fire.

He slowly made his way down south, leaving fiery hot kisses on her body. Not having any patience left, he just lifted her skirt up and quickly slid her panties out. Seeing her exposed pussy just made his jeans tighter around his growing erection. He blew air on her wet cunt, leaving goosebumps on their wake. "What are you doing?" Leah asked breathlessly. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open due to the desire coursing through her veins.

"What we do on a table Sunshine.... Eat." His dark blue eyes met her brown ones and he licked her dripping slit, slowly. Leah thought she was going to loose it at that very instant.

He gripped her thighs and threw them over his broad shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, properly . He swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud of nerves and then went on to stick his tongue into her wet pussy.

He let out a moan, which resonated deep in her core.

He never once slowed his pace. He continued to lap up all the moisture. He alternated between her clit and her cunt. As he pushed his fingers in her, and fucked her, Leah climbed higher and higher. Her stomach started to tighten, with the need to release.

"Oh god...I am gonna come..."

Ethan stopped his hand movements and rose to his full height. Leah's eyes snapped open and she glared at him.

"Fuck you Ethan!! Who the hell gave you the fucking righ- ohhhh."

He shoved his dick slowly into her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. They fit each other perfectly. Like two jigsaw puzzles. You couldn't differentiate, where he ended and where she started.

This..this was heaven.

He slowly moved, in and out. But Leah wasn't having it.

"Ethan, I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure you can handle it sunshine?"

"I ain't no weak bit-" Leah couldn't complete her sentence because at that moment he snapped his hips and started fuking her. He held her hips with one hand for leverage and his other hand gently squeezed her throat, feeling her rapid pulse under his hand.

He did not let go of the punishing rhythm he had set. He moved his hips in such a way that he hit her on that spot which made Leah see stars. It was quite a view for Ethan. The moonlight streaming through the glass facade and illuminating her sheen skin. Her eyes half closed, her breasts moving with every stroke and her legs wound around his hips.

"Please, please, please let me come." Leah choked.

Ethan also felt a tingle in his lower back and his abs constructing. He was close too. His strokes became faster and shorter.

"Okay sunshine. Come."

Just that one word and Leah obeyed. She felt a burst of pleasure rush through her body, setting every part of her alight. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids. She hadn't even come down when, Ethan's release caused her to have another mini orgasm.

It was too much. Way too much.  Aftershocks racked her body and tears streamed down her face as she soared through cloud nine.

Without pulling himself out, he gathered Leah in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and pulled out and headed to the bathroom to get a  washcloth. Leah winced and felt empty like a crater.

Ooooh boy, gonna feel that tomorrow.

Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath and get her head straight. Ethan slowly wiped her neck, her stomach and her sore centre, instantly cooling her body down. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and slid into his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around Leah and pulled her close to him. He bent down to kiss her lips tenderly.

"I love you sunshine."

"Happy six months, babe. I love you." She gave a tired smile and they both slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Wow that was the longest I have written. *wipes brow*

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Flavor: Vanilla

Quarantine gives me a lot of time to write. Played around with this sexy little idea because I cannot get enough of this adorable pair.

I’ll be working on the requests and prompts you sent me. I’m still accepting requests. Has to be Tim/Rae though, so we can populate this fandom more. Please expect more in the coming days! 

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

Some smutness up ahead.

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“Dude that looks nasty.”

Tim hissed as he tried taking off his uniform. He sent a Jason the best withering glare he could muster through the haze of pain. Killer Croc had gotten him good in the fight earlier, taking a large swipe along the left hip. He gingerly tried to peel his uniform away from the wound. He stumbled towards the med bay where Alfred was already waiting to help treat his wounds.

Dropping cowl, gloves, and utility belt on the table, Tim walked towards the med table. He tried his best to hoist himself on the table without aggravating the wounds too much. What little movement he did though still had blood oozing out of the claw marks. Tim groaned.

“Those are quite a few, Master Tim.” Alfred inspected the wounds worriedly before pulling all medical supplies closer.

Tim groaned as Alfred tried to tug some of his uniform out of the way. He didn’t bother pulling off the rest of his top, Tim didn’t see the need to. “Yeah. That fight was nasty.”

“You have such bad shape, Drake.” Damian commented from the entrance of the med bay. He crossed his arms and gave his older brother an annoyed look.

Tim craned his neck to glare at the little monster of a 10 year-old. “Says the kid that got throw into the sewer.”

“You should go take a shower, Master Damian,” commented Alfred while prepping some of the gauzes.

“Yeah, buddy.” Jason sauntered into the med bay, patting Damian on the head as he passed him. “You stink.”

Damian growled. “Shut up, Todd.”

Tim sighed and leaned back on the table with his elbows to give Alfred better access to the wound. He looked between Jason and Damian, and gave them both a withering glare. “Don’t you to two have anything better to do than stand around here? Like maybe help Bruce with the report?”

“Nah, I hate filing reports,” Jason shrugged and noisily plunked down in one of the steel med chairs. “You’re more entertaining.”

“I like seeing you in pain.” Damian replied, not bothering to move from the entrance of the med bay.

Tim winced as Alfred began cleaning out the wound. “Geez, I feel loved.”

Alfred struggled with cleaning out the claw mark that extended towards Tim’s back. He tried to push the other half of Tim’s uniform away. “Master Tim, perhaps it’s best you remove your uniform completely. I can’t clean this out properly.”

“Uh, fine.” Tim winced and sat up, struggling to get the other half of his uniform off. Unceremoniously dropping it on the floor next to the med table, he gave Alfred an apologetic look. “I’ll pick it up later.”

“Hm,” Alfred did not seem very impressed. Studying his charge’s abdomen one more time, the old man paused, hummed, and continued with his work.

Jason absently fiddled with his phone. Ignoring Tim’s wince, he looked at the younger man curiously. “You up for some pizza and beer? I know this one place that makes a mean thin crust pizza and that fancy black garlic,”

Damian crossed his arms. “Alfred makes better pizza. Don’t go out and eat trash.”

Briefly looking at the young boy, Alfred his eyes softened slightly and he tilted his head just a little bit. “Thank you, Master Damian,”

Tim inhaled sharply when Alfred stitched one of the claw marks closed. Wincing through the pain, he tried to look at Jason. “Nah, man. I don’t think painkillers and beer is such a good idea tonight. I’m heading home after this,”

“Pfft. Pain meds never stopped me,” Jason swung his feet up on one of the extra med tables, much to Alfred’s annoyance. “Nothing happened to me, see?”

“Hah!” Tim laughed through a rather painful stitch. “Beg to differ.”

“Master Jason, could you be so kind and get one of the bigger gauzes in that medical cabinet next to you?” Alfred did not even bother looking up from tending to Tim’s wound.

“Sure,” Jason stood up and rummaged through the cabinet. Pulling out a couple of gauzes, he walked up to Tim and Alfred and placed them on the medical tray. Looking over Alfred’s shoulder he looked at the wounds and whistled. “That’s gonna scar,” Jason straightened and placed his hands behind his back as he continued to talk to Tim. “Imma give you my scarring cream. It works wonders, like I can walk around shirtless at the beach without having to worry about a shitton of scars. It doesn’t work on all of them, but, hey, the ladies always like some battle scars, so that’s okay. You just got to make sure you rub it in properly into the scar, and –”

Jason paused and blinked at his new discovery. A wide grin grew on his face and he switched his gaze between Tim’s pained face and his pelvis. “You kinky little shit.”

“Your mouth Master Jason!”

“What the?” Blue eyes flew open and Tim gave Jason an incredulous look. “What?”

Jason looked like the cat that ate all the cream and walked around the med table, much to Tim’s complete annoyance. Alfred being above all the petty teasing that would unfold in a few minutes, ignored the two brothers and continued with his work. Jason stopped on the other side of the med table and cast Tim a sly grin.

“Never thought you had a kinky bone in you,” crossing his arms, Jason grinned at Tim’s bewildered expression. He bounced on his heels lightly and cocked his head teasingly. “Always assumed you’d be a vanilla sex kind of guy, but this, you make me proud, baby bird.”

Tim looked beyond bewildered and tried to glare at Jason through the haze of pain. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jason smirked and easily pointed down at Tim’s exposed hip bone on his uninjured side.

Tim frowned and looked down at what Jason was pointing at. His eyes widened and he immediately turned bright red. “Err,”

Jason tutted softly and gave Tim an amused look. “I didn’t know you were sleeping with someone – or seeing somebody for that matter.”

Still incredibly fluster, Tim leaned heavily on his arms and tried he best not to pitch forward and punch the shit eating grin off Jason’s face. He winced when Alfred silently continued patching him up. How long did this take?! “That’s none of your business, Jason.”

Jason looked delighted. “So there is someone!” He clapped his hands in glee once and bounced on his heels, his white tuft of hair falling into his eyes. “Who?”

“What’s going on?” An unmasked Batman stepped into the med bay and skeptically watched Jason patronize Tim.

Damian crossed his arms and threw an uninterested look at his father. “Jason is interrogating Tim about his sex life.”

Bruce threw his 10-year old son a bewildered look while trying to listen in on what Jason was saying. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, Bruce was sure he needed a Tylenol to fight off the migraine that was slowly starting to build. Looking down at his son, he basically told him to scram. “Go to bed, Damian.”

“But –”

“Take a shower and go to bed. You reek,”

Damian frowned and turned on his heels, marching out of the med bay. Satisfied that at least his minor son was out of the room for whatever sex talk Jason was shouting to high heavens, Bruce sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a father.

“It’s none of your business, Jason.” Tim frowned, his blush still wild and red on his face.

“I make it my business!”

“No you –” Tim paused as Bruce appeared next to Jason. Jason also stopped teasing but continued to give Tim a wide grin.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked looking at his son.

Tim shrugged. “Yeah. We’re almost done anyway. It’s not too bad after all,”

“Hmm,” Bruce nodded. Surveying Tim’s body for any other injuries, his eyes stopped at Tim’s hip. He felt his jaw tighten just a fraction of an inch and he stared at the little red marks on his son’s pelvis. Bite marks. Jesus Christ, he respected his son’s private life but – Bruce tried not to roll his eyes in exasperation. Ignoring Jason’s snickering, Bruce looked back up into the eyes of a highly embarrassed Tim, and he raised an eyebrow. “Make sure to invite your girlfriend to dinner with us one of these days.”

And with that, Bruce turned and left his two sons. He badly needed a Tylenol. Parenting grown men was hard. He could hear Jason howl with laughter.

“Ha!” Jason grinned, taking extreme pleasure out of the embarrassing situation.

Tim groaned loudly in embarrassment and threw himself back on the table, slightly wincing at the impact. Alfred sent him an amused look before finishing up his work.

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It was close to midnight once Tim finally, finally, made it back to his apartment. He was still in substantial amount of pain, and embarrassment, once he pulled himself into his apartment. All he wanted was to crawl into bed, down a couple more painkillers, and sleep through tomorrow. Adult or not, it was mortifying to have your parent discover how active your sex life could be.

The hallway lights were on when he stepped into his apartment. He was sure that he had switched off all lights remotely. He was also sure that his security system would have detected an intruder. Surveying the hallway for any signs of an intruder, he visibly relaxed when he spotted a pair of familiar boots neatly stacked against his running shoes. Tim smiled.

Sighing softly, Tim pulled off his shoes and placed them next to the boots. Dropping off his keys in the little bowl in the foyer, he padded silently into his huge living room. Walking quietly towards his huge black sofa, he quirked his lips at the sight of long, pale legs and soft swell of a butt with black lace panties sticking out of a bundle of grey throw blanket. Smiling softly at the familiar sight, his gaze lingered at the tempting ass that peeked out of the blanket.

Walking around the sofa, Tim faintly wondered if he should wake her. Thinking it would be best to wake her so she could move into the bedroom with him (since he was in no capacity to pick her up, lest potentially bust his stitches), Tim slowly crouched down and gently touched the bundle of blanket where he could see a bunch of hair poking out.

“Hey,” Tim whispered softly, smiling when the blankets stirred.

Sleepy purple eyes popped out of the blankets. They blinked sleepily at him before a hand underneath the blankets pulled the blanket away and her face came into view. “Hey,”

Tim reached out and pushed some errand purple hair away from her face. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over tonight,”

Her lips quirked a fraction of an inch and she sat up, allowing the blanket to pool around her bare legs. She watched him crouched by the sofa and she eyed him carefully. “Dick mentioned Killer Croc’s attack tonight and I heard what happened.” Her gaze dropped to his torso. She placed her hand on his arm propped on the sofa and gently tugged him onto the sofa. “I slipped out of the tower as soon as I could.”

Tim grunted softly and sat down next to her, wincing slightly at the movement. Smiling at her, he dropped his hand on her bare thigh and squeezed. “Thanks, Rae.” He eyed her curiously.

Raven pushed her purple hair out of her eyes and stared at him. “Do you want something to eat?”

Tim tilted his head and sent her an amused look. “You’re gonna cook?”

“Hmm,” Raven stood up and smirked when Tim eyed her bare legs appreciatively. She nudged his hand away with her knee when it creeped up her leg and under the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I’ll go make us something to drink.”

Tim chuckled and watched her disappear into his kitchen. He heard her pull out their mugs from cupboards and other items she’d need for making coffee and tea. “You didn’t have to sneak out tonight, Rae,” he called into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know. But I know you,” there was a soft clatter in the kitchen followed by the familiar aroma of coffee. “You’re going to pull your stitches and I’d rather you don’t bleed all over the bed. We just changed the sheets.”

Tim watched Raven reappear into his living with two steaming mugs. A small, playful smile was dancing on her lips as she handed him his coffee and she carefully sat down next to him. “I am touched over your concern of our bedsheets,” he teased and squeezed her thigh.

Raven hid her smile behind her mug and took a small sip. Carefully draping one of her legs over his left leg, she settled comfortably into the couch. Tim’s hand absently stroked her leg and they settled back comfortably.

Tim ran over the evening’s events to her, detailing parts of the fight and Killer Croc’s motive that evening. Raven did not look pleased for the most part of Tim’s storytelling.

“That was a reckless move,” Raven frowned.

Tim shrugged. “He would have gotten away with the kryptonite,”

“Still reckless.” She rolled her eyes when Tim chuckled. Pulling her leg away from his lap, she grabbed Tim’s empty coffee mug and placed their mugs on the coffee table in front of them.  Sitting up next to him, she raised an eyebrow. “Take your shirt off.”

Tim grinned at her and his left hand slid up her bare thigh teasingly. “If you want me naked all you have to do is ask.”

Her lips twitched at his playfulness. “I want to save our bedsheets. Those are my favorite,”

Tim chuckled and slowly tried to remove his white t-shirt. Wincing when he raised his arms, Raven leaned forward and helped him remove the shirt. Sighing, he leaned back to get more comfortable on the sofa with his both of his arms draped over the back of the couch and watched Raven inspect his upper body carefully. His eyes softened. “You don’t have to heal me you know,”

Raven’s expression softened and she offered him a smile. “I want to.” Gently placing her hand on his chest, she leaned forward and offered him a soft kiss on the lips.

Pulling back, Raven started pulling the bloody bandages away from Tim’s body. She paid rapt attention for any discomfort and her frown deepened when she saw the four claw marks that ran across his side. She recognized Alfred’s handiwork easily with the neat stitching but she frowned at how red and bloody the wound remained. She gently touched the side of the wound making Tim inhale sharply and his stomach contract. A little blood slowly oozed out of the stitched wound.

“Sorry,” Raven whispered, she cast an apologetic look at Tim. She sat up straighter and concentrated on the wound. Her hands began to softly flash white and they hovered over the wound as she slowly began the process of healing Tim.

Over the months they had been together, Tim discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of Raven’s powers slipping into and over his body. Despite how people would describe her as cold and deadly, her powers were warm and gentle when they could be. He quickly learned how giving and warm Raven could be, a side which only a very few knew about.

Tim felt the pain of his wound slowly ebb away and his body warmed as Raven’s healing process slowly finished. He felt the familiar tingle of skin restoring. He stared at Raven as she kept an intent eye on his wound. When the soft glow of her hands slowly faded away, he watched her sigh softly and gently ran her left hand along his now injury-free side. His muscles contracted at the warm touch and his body felt infinitely better than it had moments ago.

“There,” whispered Raven. She blinked, feeling a bit woozy from using her healing powers. She cast Tim a small satisfied smile. “Not even a scar.” Her fingers danced over his now healed side and watched the muscle contract under her touch.

Tim grinned and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. His left hand slid down her back and rested on the dip of her hips. “I have the best and most beautiful doctor to heal me.” Tim kissed the crown of her head.

Raven chuckled into his neck. “You don’t think Alfred will be jealous?” She absently allowed her fingers to dance across his chest, tracing faint scars and moving along defined muscle.

“Al can tend wounds just fine. But he’s not as beautiful as you,” Tim grinned at Raven, who rolled her eyes in response. He absently stroked her hip and made himself more comfortable on the sofa just holding her.

Tucking her head under Tim’s chin, she relaxed hearing his steady breathing and heartbeat. Her fingers absently danced across his chest, tracing scars, and muscle lines and watching as his muscle contracted under her fingertips. Her hand stopped however along Tim’s abs (one of her favorite body parts on him, really), when she caught sight of something embarrassingly familiar.

“Is that?” Raven pushed herself into an upright position and stared Tim’s pelvis, exposed by his low hanging sweatpants.

“Oh,” Tim laughed sheepishly and watched as Raven stared at the love bite on the lower right side of his abdomen, just where his sharp v-line began. Her handiwork from the other night. “I forgot that was there.”

Raven blinked. “And everyone saw this?” To her horror Tim nodded.

“Bruce said to bring my girlfriend over for dinner,”

“Bruce saw?” Raven sighed loudly and dropped her head on Tim’s chest. She listened to Tim’s heartbeat, feeling totally mortified. She felt Tim soothingly rub her back.

“So, would you?”

She lifted her head and gave him a confused look. “Would I what?”

“Come over to the manor for dinner?”

They’ve been together for close to a year already but kept their relationship mostly to themselves. Tim respected that Raven was a very private person. Mainly because they wanted to stay out of the prying eyes of the media. And he knew she worried over Bruce’s reaction over them being in a relationship. Bruce was after all part of the Justice League that once shunned Raven for her demon heritage, that was a wound that Tim knew Raven still carried out around with her. He watched as a look of worry crossed her face.

“They’ll love you.”

Tim gave her an assuring smile and squeezed her hip. He felt his insides warm when she offered him a small smile. He knew that he was lucky to catch these quiet moments with Raven.

“Okay,” she breathed softly and smiled when Tim’s smile widened. Leaning forward, she offered him a long kiss and leaned into him. Pulling away, she tapped his chest with her fingertips and eyed him seriously. “But only after a couple of weeks. I don’t want Batman’s first impression of me being the secret girlfriend that gave his son a hickey next to his penis. My history with him isn’t all too great to begin with.”

Tim laughed and tucked her into his side. His hand slid down her back and sneakily slipped over her lace clad ass. Tim was always very touchy and he grinned when Raven wiggled her ass a little. Absently playing with the edge her underwear, he cleared this throat. “Well, fat chance,” he began. “Jason was there and I doubt he’ll ever let us live this down.”

“Ugh,” Raven dropped her head against his chest.

Tim chuckled. “Jason is an asshole sometimes.”

“All of the time,” Raven mumbled into his chest.

Tim squeezed her hip and nudged her gently. “He said he was surprised that I was into kinky stuff,”

“Oh?” Raven looked up at him and threw him a bewildered look.

Tim grinned playfully when he realized he caught her attention. Cupping her ass, he gave her butt cheek a gentle squeeze. “He said he thought I was only into vanilla sex.”

Raven propped herself up on his chest and raised an eyebrow at a highly amused Tim. “Vanilla sex?”

Tim gave her a cheeky grin and gave her butt another hearty squeeze. “Right?”

Raven pressed her body against his and kissed the underside of his chin. She tutted and sent him a playful grin before casting her eyes down his body and allowing her hand to trail down his chest and abs. Her fingertips ghosted over the dips of his abs and she watched in satisfaction as his muscles contracted. Sliding her palm further down she, smiled when Tim shifted and her hand lay dangerously low on his lower abdomen and she teasingly slid her fingers along the love bite by the sharp v-cut of his hips. “Jason has no idea what he’s talking about,” hummed Raven lowly and smirked when Tim inhaled sharply.

Raven’s fingers teasingly slipped over his low hung sweatpants and she watched in satisfaction at the growing bulge in front of her. She felt him shift and inhale deeply. Raven hummed softly when Tim pulled her closer, relishing the warm press of her body against his.

Nipping his chin playfully, Raven sat up and pressed her hands on his chest. With one fluid motion, she straddled him and rolled her hips into his. Sighing softly at the movement, Tim gripped her the swell of her hips tightly, knowing she’d enjoy the pressure.

Raven rolled her hips and felt his hard cock press against her core. She felt her body burn with desire as she relished the warm contact of their bodies. She felt the Tim’s strong emotions possessively lap against her, she practically purred as her own emotions tangled with his. Gripping his broad shoulders for support, she pitched forward and kissed Tim.

Long, callused fingers gripped her hips roughly, pushing her hips sharply into his. Tim groaned at the contact and allowed one of his hands to slip under her shirt and travel up her bare back. He caught her lips in a heady, desperate kiss. Each kiss was dragging out something primal within them and his fingers dug into her hips, earning him a satisfying roll of her hips and a soft moan.

Raven pulled back slightly, trying to desperately catch her breath. Shifting under her, Tim sat up and made swift work to rid her of her t-shirt. Relishing the feel of skin to skin contact, he sighed softy and kissed her neck. He felt his cock twitch painfully as Raven continued her dangerous rhythm against him. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as his hand teasingly ghosted over her left breast before sliding behind her head and tangling into her purple hair. Tugging her hair gently, he angled her head and stole a searing kiss, tongue sliding over hers, and drinking a throaty moan greedily.

“Please,”

Only Raven could ignite such a delicious, delirious fire within him. Groaning softly, he easily picked her up and laid her onto their oversized couch. One of the main reasons why they bought this ridiculously big couch was for couch sex, if they were being honest. Easily tugging off his sweatpants and underwear and her lacy panties, he pressed himself on top of her and hiked her left leg around his hip.

“Fuck,” Tim breathed into her neck at the sensation of her wet, hot heat brush against his cock. Groping her breast, he kissed her neck softly before nibbling on the tender flesh. Pulling away, he kissed her soundly on the lips and nipped her lower lip earning a soft groan and a tantalizing roll of her hips.

“Tim,”

Humming softly, Tim lowered his head and captured one of Raven’s nipples in between his lips. Suckling and nibbling at the perk peak, Tim felt his cock throb painfully at the intoxicating keening noises Raven was making. He palmed her other breast and rolled the other nipple in between his finger.

“I need you,”

It was like a mad scramble of limbs, as Raven became desperate for release. Releasing her nipple, Tim quickly came to his knees in between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. Holding her writhing hips and greedily drinking in her disheveled hair and hooded eyes, Tim felt a mad rush of emotions for the intoxicating woman below him. Squeezing her hip, he quickly entered her hot heat in one fluid motion and pressed his whole body over her. Filling her to the hilt, both of them groaned loudly.

“Yes!”

Their movements were loud, wet, and frantic. With what limited space they had left on the couch, Raven wrapped both of her legs around Tim’s hips and frantically met each of his thrusts with her hips, moaning at the delicious friction. She felt full and hot, and so dangerously close of toppling over the edge.

Raven’s fingers dug into hard biceps as Tim continued to fill her to the hilt, his movements more frantic and his groans hot against her ear. Hiking up her right leg just a little higher, Raven clenched around his cock and she let out a throaty moan as he continued to hit just the right spot. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hard body.

“Raven. Fuck,”

“Tim – Oh!” Raven closed her eyes, dangerously close to her own orgasm.

Tim whispered her name like a prayer and pistoned into her, their hips meeting in a frantic haze. The wet sound of sex and moans filled the living room. Groaning loudly, he felt stars explode behind his eyes and felt his release explode just as Raven clenched around him and moaned his name. Collapsing on top of her, they frantically they rode out their orgasms. Tim nibbled her neck, making her moan and clench around his cock.

After a few more strokes, they collapsed against each other in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Raven felt herself slowly come down from the delirious high, and she wrapped her sweaty arms around Tim’s shoulders. Relishing the close contact, she softly squeezed him.

“I love you,” She whispered into his sweaty neck.

Breathing unsteadily against her neck, Tim lifted his head and gave her a languid smile. “I love you too,” he whispered. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her.

Raven groaned softly as Tim pulled out of her, the sensation sending delicious shivers down her spine. She sighed tiredly when he adjusted their position on the sofa and rolled her on top of him. Gathering her in his arms, Tim kissed her softly once more and pulled her closer. Raven sighed contently as he gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Tim loved to cuddle.

“That was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair.

Raven chuckled sleepily and snuggled into his embrace further. “So insatiable,”

Tim laughed and squeezed her. “Jason knows shit.”

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Audrey Tindall Playlist

Masterlist

With Audrey’s playlist a lot of this is based on vibes, so I’m just going to put a little excerpt from the song :)

Playlist link

“Biggest Fan” by Voxtrot

I've never had much hope for my insecurities, but I love that you do. And everything that I lack and could never be, The other half is you, it's always been you. So hold on, hold on this means a lot to me. Cause I know, I know that you will always be. The one, the one, the one that I can count on for anything, anything. And I'll always be your biggest fan, and I'll always be your biggest fan.

“I Think We Danced (But I Can’t Be Sure)” by Ran’d

Go put your best dress on I'll meet you at your door And maybe tonight's just the night to take chances I've waited this whole week To sweep you off your feet And I swear I won't let you go 'til we're dancin'

“Pretty Girl” by Clairo

I could be a pretty girl Won't ever make you blue And I could be a pretty girl I'll lose myself in you 

“Falling for U” by Peacy!, mxmtoon

But I can't help it I'm falling for you And I can't quit it 'Cause I'm stuck on you And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical But I just want to be with you 

“Cleopatra (Acoustic Demo)” by The Lumineers

I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress And you knelt by my matress And asked for my hand And I was sad that you asked it, as I laid in a black dress, with my father in a cascette, I had no plans, And I left the foot prints, the mud stained on the carpet, and it hardened like my heart did when you left town But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant, damn your wife I'd be your mistress just to have you around

“Fool” by Cavetown

Call me on the phone at three, I talk to you while half asleep Complaining 'bout your mother so I take you to the cemetery Rant to me I like the sound, I like your voice, I like your mouth

“Astronaut Kids” by Hotel Fiction

Cause I don't need to be an astronaut who sails the sea As long as I can just hold you forever And I know I'm too old to dream and I should try to be something real And I don't need to be the man inside of the TV As long as I can just hold you forever, And I know I'm too old to dream and I should try to be something real

“Mona Lisa” by Valntn, Peter Fenn, Tray Haggerty

She's a Mona Lisa Everyone's lining up to see her There must be something 'bout her features You'll find her beauty goes much deeper Once you get to meet her

You see her walking down the boulevard She got the posture of a superstar She looks so fly in those Gucci Slides I wonder what she hides, under her disguise

“All My Loving” by The Stairwells

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you; Remember I'll always be true. And then while I'm away, I'll write home ev'ry day, And I'll send all my lovin' to you.

“Silly Girl” by chloe moriondo

'Cause I'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world I'm just a silly girl in my stupid dumb old world And he was perfect He was supposed to be

I made him perfect 'Cause I wanted him to be

“Crush” Tessa Violet

You make it difficult to not overthink And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here

“Crush Culture” by Conan Gray

Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out I know what you're doing, tryna get me to pursue ya Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out Spill my guts out, spill my guts out

“Classy Girls” by The Lumineers

She spoke of places I had never been That she had traveled to And we slow danced along to faster tunes

And I made her laugh, I made a pass I showed her my half-dollar ring She said, "That's pretty cool But classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool"

“Build Me Up Buttercup” by Lara Anderson

Why do you build me up buttercup, baby Just to let me down and mess me around? And then worst of all you never call, baby When you say you will but I love you still I need you more than anyone, darlin' You know that I have from the start So build me up buttercup, don't break my heart

“Girlfriends” by The Academic

She's only 20 and she's driving a Bentley She's only 20 and she's driving me crazy I'm coming up, she's coming down I let your feet touch the ground She's my girlfriend

“as good as it gets” by sophie meiers

I remember the way the light fell On your shoulders that day I remember the face you made When you got the call Just throw your hope away

I type out too many messages A million things I wish that I could fix I wonder if this is as good as it gets As good as it gets

“Channel Orange In Your Living Room” by Charlie Burg

But now I can't stop thinking about you Each moment passes and my thoughts return to you And the memory of us too As we listen to Channel Orange in your living room

Even when you're away That album makes me feel like you stayed To listen now would make me a fool again for you

“Sea Sick” by binki

Sunken overboarding, I'm so sick of floating At least I'm sinking right beside you See there's no one like you It's not an obsession I just need to find you 'Cause

You could be my sunshine even when it's grey

“7PM” by Lilacs, Lizzy McAlpine

I don't usually do this But baby tell me that you love me and prove it I'm just so far away it's easy to lose it So tell me you're mine, oh I'm so stuck and I need you to pull me back out Say you love me and maybe I'll stop having doubts

“PlantedInMyMind.Memo” by Charlie Burg

You're stuck in my head But I only think of you Will we be together soon? I'm thrown on the wayside You're planted in my mind But I don't wanna be ok without you

“24 / 7 / 365″ by Surfaces

Met, this girl down by the vine Had long tan legs and big brown eyes Seemed the type I would wanna make mine

She said, I can tell you're not my type You're Mr. Wrong, I'm Mrs. Right This could never be what you wanna be tonight

“She Will Be Loved” by Maroon 5

I don't mind spendin' everyday Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile And she will be loved, and she will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful I know I tend to get so insecure It doesn't matter anymore

“Hey There Delilah” by Plain White T’s

Hey there, Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right there if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice, it's my disguise I'm by your side

“If I Die Young” by The Band Perry

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger I've never known the lovin' of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

“Be My Mistake” by The 1975

I shouldn't have called 'Cause we shouldn't speak You do make me hard But she makes me weak

And don't wait outside my hotel room Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes

“Letter From Last Summer” by Charlie Burg

I can't remember the name of the place Where I bought this backpack But I know it was somewhere with you in a city Where memories live of our love

Don't be a nuisance Just kiss me for longer 'Cause we have been crying as much as we've laughed Read aloud the letter from last summer So I can recall why I wrote it to you

“INC.” by Dori Valentine

My lady don't care 'bout no money She love me 'cause I'm cute She think I'm pretty funny now And all of the times we going broke It mean nothing to me now 'Cause she say that she want me She loves, loves me She loves me

“Burn Slowly/ I Love You” by The Brazen Youth

I love you like the forest loves the rain Like the water loves the drain, I love you

I love you like the wind, it loves to scream Like the child loves to dream, I love you

“Pretty Face” by PUBLIC

Do you know her? The girl that looks to you And would you love her The way that she loved you?

Such a pretty face You see her walking around It's the middle of the night And nobody makes a sound Says that she can do it but is she lying?

“Electric Love” by Mikaela Astel

Candy She's sweet like candy in my veins And baby, I'm dying for another taste

And every night my mind is running around her Thunder's getting louder and louder Baby you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it

“Alignments” by Paige

I'm a liar if I told you I was coping To be honest its hard I'm a child if I cry over the small things Slowly breaking apart

And I won't blame the alignments for this one Eventually the bad days come And we run don't we?

“Just Like A Movie” by Wallows

Sneaking out, I'll try to meet you there White lights, now we're running down the stairs Everybody's wasted, throwing away their lives It's all the same 'cause no one ever tries

Through all the sounds that we're laying on the ground Don't ever care and the rest is hidden now How can it be that we are just the same? Or can it be that, can it be that?

“Million Bucks” by Smallpools

I used to be a skeptic non-believer But now it's changed, you're worth your weight in gold The richest love ain't growing on the trees out here But confidently, I can say I'm sold

Stay all-in right now Salt drips from her brow No more days without Makes me feel so right I can do no wrong We'll keep going strong

“So Far Away” by Carole King

So far away Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? It would be so fine to see your face at my door And it doesn't help to know that you're just time away

Long ago, I reached for you and there you stood Holding you again could only do me good Oh, how I wish I could But you're so far away

“Beautiful” by Jessie Mueller, Beautiful Ensemble

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face And show the world all the love in your heart Then people gonna treat you better You're gonna find, yes, you will That you're beautiful as you feel 

“Explain It at the Coffee Shop” by Ashton Edminster

Take my hand And hold it tight Look at the paintings I'll be your guide Don't stop looking in my eyes Are you cold Do you want to sit down I've been here a million times So I know my way around Don't stop looking at me now

“My Dude” by Litany

I hope you don't think I'm being cruel Only I'm a better match for you Oh what I'd give to be in her shoes Don't you know that

I really like you And if you liked me too I could be your girlfriend You could be my dude

“Runaway Man” by Olivia Willhite

So, baby, glide Right through the sky 'Cause you didn't look back when I said I loved you Baby, goodbye And leave me with a sigh You'll eventually hit the ground, and even then I'll be waiting for you

“Calvaire” by spill tab

Chiant tu m’exaspères Quand tu pars et tu me déserte Pres de toi chui jamais fière On finit toujours en guerre

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Stone Cold Chapter 1 (FULL)

Hey guys! I decided to post the full chapters of my first ever fic on Tumblr because why not! Follow the tag #stonecoldfic to find the rest of the chapters! Enjoy!!

Levi x Eren

Summary:  Ever since Levi was a pre-teen, he knew he’d have to marry her, otherwise he’d have to answer to his abusive uncle which never turned out well for Levi’s wellbeing. But after meeting a certain singer at his favorite bar, he knew he was in deep, deep shit.

Warnings: None

SLAM

The polished wooden door slams open. A dark-haired man of short stature bolts from inside the gorgeous ‘American Dream’ home, desperation is written all over his objectively perfect face. A thick layer of pure white snow coats the driveway, almost making him slip and fall as he makes his way to his parked car now also covered with snow.

Reaching into his trousers, he pulls out his keys with shaking hands and attempts to insert the key into the driver door lock.

“For fuck’s sake. Come. On!” the man yells.

“It’s okay, Levi. Calm. Take a deep breath and calm…” The familiar voice sounds inside Levi’s head, but he gasps as if someone were whispering in his ear. He glances around him, however, realizing that, of course, he’s alone.

Levi lowers his grey-blue eyes back down to his still trembling hands. Releasing the furrow of his brow, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He looks down once more to find his hands perfectly still.

The corners of his mouth pull upwards ever so slightly, which has become an almost foreign feeling to him once again.

“I’m coming. Please wait for me.”

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Alcohol and good music.

That’s what Levi would answer with if someone asked him what he thought made a good time. Music can make you feel good, and alcohol can make you feel even better, plus if you drink enough of the good shit, it’ll make you forget about all the bullshit going on in your life. But in Levi’s case, he wishes it’d do more.

“Maybe if I just keep drinking, it will all disappear,” Levi says to himself as he sits in his car, parked outside an old fashioned building covered in white paint. The car is his most prized possession, a beautiful black 1966 Chevrolet Impala. He takes one last long drag of his cigarette before stepping out of his car, throwing the butt to the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of his leather dress shoes.

“Tsk… yeah right. But one can only try.”

Just like any other Monday afternoon at exactly 5:45pm, Levi exits his car, locks it, and walks up to the usual bouncer.

“Ackerman! What a surprise.” Not really. “Another rough day at the office?”

“Does today end with ‘day’, Nile?” It’s a good thing for Nile that he knows Levi decently well after all his visits here, otherwise, he’d probably be shitting his pants at the deathly look Levi never ceases to wear. His cold grey eyes, sunken into his sockets, shadowed by dark circles, and his contrasting pale white skin could make even the manliest of men look the other way.

“Ha- always the jokester, aren’t we, Levi?” Nile laughs alone. “Go on in, man. I think you’re going to enjoy yourself tonight. We got a new face for the stage! He’s a goodie.”

Levi not at all subtly rolls his eyes and enters the bar, which goes by the name The Library and is, in reality, more of a lounge that features excellent live music, delicious food and the most unique cocktails around. The booths have extremely comfortable sofas on either side of black and white marble tables. Hanging from the ceiling are human-sized bubbles filled with cushions and a place to put drinks, and a nice small stage over in the corner furthest from the entrance and right by the bar. What’s better is that the good performers take song requests. Which is why Levi is beyond grateful it’s not a jukebox, because humans can say no to the shitty songs.

It’s a place anybody who is of age can go to do almost anything- relax, drink, eat, study, drink, work, play board games, drink, listen to music… you name it. Levi absolutely only goes for the music and booze; all the other bars in town around are filled with loud, smelly drunk assholes who have no respect for the other people around them, and Levi has no tolerance for people like that. Especially after being around said people at his work, minus the drunk part.

Although he does enjoy a strong drink, or five, he doesn’t do it for the social life, or to ‘let loose’ as some say. He drinks to escape and forget his cursed reality, even if it’s only for an hour or two.

He waltzes through the building over to the bar, takes his usual cushioned stool seat, removes his sleek suit jacket and lets out a sigh when he sees the bartender flirting it up with another customer down the other side.

“Oi, shitty glasses!” Levi projects down the bar, giving them a very unimpressed look. “You gonna do your job and get me a drink or not?”

“Leeeeeviiiiii!!” the bartender screeches like banshee, seemingly forgetting they were just talking to someone not five feet from them.

Levi winces at the awful sound then proceeds to grunt in annoyance when he sees them vaulting over the bar and racing over towards him with their typical ginormous smile that even the Joker would be terrified of. And, before he knows it, he can’t breathe. Shitty Glasses may not look physically strong from the outside, but fucking hell they would break Levi’s back if they hugged him even 0.1% harder.

“Get your fucking paws off me, crazy hag!” Levi groans with all of his might, and shoves them away. They stumble back a few feet, glasses falling down the bridge of their nose, and stare at him.

“Tsk”, Levi says with the tiniest of smirks that only people closest to him would recognize as a smirk, “how you doing, Hanji?”

“You always do know how to keep me on my toes, Levi,” Hanji exclaims as they vaults back over the bar flawlessly after playfully winking toward him. “Well, I am doing much better now that your booty is in that bar seat. Now, what can I get ya?”

“Jameson on the rocks.”

“Oh, going straight for the good stuff, huh?”

“Trust me. If I have to keep going home to all of that bullshit, I need that liquid gold in my system. And a lot of it.”

After hearing the melancholy tone in Levi’s voice, Hanji gives him a sad yet comforting smile then grabs the bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey off the shelf, grabs a glass for each of them and begins to pour.

“Alright tough guy. What happened?” Hanji demands.

“Huh? What makes you think that anything ‘happened’?”

“Do you want them in alphabetical or chronological order?” Hanji giggles. “Well, for starters, you always start off with the strong stuff when you’ve had a particularly shit day. Was it the parents?”

Levi is shocked at how their first guess is spot on. Although, it wasn’t his parents either of them were thinking of or referring to.

Levi works for his girlfriend’s family in their furniture business, but it’s no ordinary furniture business. This shit is all handmade with the finest materials one can buy and majoritively custom orders from very “important” people with very “high net worths”.

Does Levi give a fuck about furniture? No. Does he give a shit about the difference between an Ottoman and a Hassock? Fuck no. Does he give a rats fucking ass about all these very important people? Absolutely fucking not! The only thing Levi does care about is getting through the day without punching somebody’s lights out or getting alcohol poisoning that night.

Sometimes he wishes he could purposely mess up these people’s orders just to make sure they don’t come back and buy from them again. But then he would have to deal with his soon to be parents-in-law getting on his ass even more than they already are. And as of this day, he has not made an overly noticeable mistake in years, yet they still find something to pick at as if they don’t have a fucking company to be running.

“Do I really need to answer that?” Levi answers as he buries himself in his glass.

“Oh, hun, I really don’t understand why you don’t just up and quit already. You’re obviously miserable there.”

“You know I can’t do that, Hanji.” He puts down his now empty glass and stares at the freshly cleaned bar top.

“Actually, I don’t know. You’re not exactly one to share details, Levi. Not that I mind, of course, like yes I’d like to know what’s making you so upset all the time but I’m not going to pry.”

Levi finally looks at Hanji again and raises his eyebrow while keeping his stoic expression plastered to his face.

“What? I know my boundaries,” they say, lifting their hands up off the bar to either side of their head.

“Not when it comes to personal space you don’t,” Levi mutters as he returns to look at his empty glass. Hanji sighs, grabs the whiskey bottle again and fills Levi’s glass with more.

“Hey now, everybody needs a hug every now and again. Anyway, you know little ol’ me is here to listen if you need, and I’m not gonna blab. Hell, I don’t know who I’d blab to!”

“Look, it-!” Levi slams his hands on the bar, startling Hanji and other bar-goers around him. Quickly realizing his sudden outburst, he looks around and sits back down in his seat and buries his face in his skinny hands. “I’m sorry, I just… I can’t, okay. That’s all you need to know.”

“Alright, I’ll back off. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I’ll be right back.”

He lowers his hands to reveal his furrowed brows, and all they do is wink and walk away from behind the bar and behind the curtains by the stage. Levi rolls his eyes, downs his already filled glass and begins to eye the whiskey bottle Hanji left out in arms reach, considering pouring himself another glass. Yes, this would be his third glass and probably not his last, but he does need to drive home. Sure, he could get a cab, God knows he can afford it, but there’s no way in hell he’s leaving his baby out for drunkards or teenagers to vandalize or steal. Although, this wouldn’t be the first time he’s driven home drunk before. He knows it’s wrong, he knows he could get somebody seriously hurt or worse, but all his cares and worries in the world fade away when that first drop of amber liquid makes contact with his taste buds.

As if out of nowhere, a loud screeching noise sounds from the stage, snapping Levi out of his alcohol-induced daze to see Hanji standing right beside him, blocking his view of the stage.

“What the fuck? You letting some amateur on the stage tonight or something?” Levi says with a big scowl on his face, irritated that his quiet place was disrupted by something louder and more annoying than Hanji’s voice.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna like this one.” They send him yet another wink and walk out of his line of sight, revealing some snot-nosed kid standing on stage.

However, that not particularly nice thought vanished from existence as soon the ‘kid’ looked out into the crowd. Then all Levi could think and say was:

“Wow.”

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Not So Bad In L.A

A/N: Hi again guys! I’m so sorry it took so long to update, I was having so many technical problems posting, but I finally made it work! I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it was super fun to write! I love hearing from y'all about what you think of the storyline so far or any questions, comments, suggestions you may have so please let me know! I absolutely adore hearing from you guys! Again, thank you so much for the support, I love you all immensely!

Chapter 2: Take The Time To Waste A Moment      January 28, 2017

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You knew you really had nothing to be complaining about, because in retrospect, you understood your career is relatively laid back compared to many others. But does that stop you from hanging your head and groaning every five minutes? Absolutely not. You and the girls had been in Los Angeles for about a month now, and you all really couldn’t be happier. Bri and Sav were spending every day at their internships at The Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (FIDM for short) in hopes of being recruited once their six months was finished. Bella, as per Nick’s prediction, had found herself spending many nights with the lucky guys she had deemed worthy of her time. And you? Sure, you’ve gone out and seen some of the beautiful city you moved to, but you had just gotten a new job and were doing everything in your power to make a name for yourself.

“Y/N come on! You’ve been cooped up in your room forever.” Bri walked into your room and flopped down on your bed, “We’ve been in L.A for like a month and you’ve barely left the apartment.”

“IfeellikeImadeamistake.” You mumbled, throwing your head in your hands and she asked, “Huh?”

“I feel like I made a mistake.” Spinning around in your desk chair to face her, you tossed the pile of magazines, that currently lived on your desk, in the trash can, “I thought coming here would help me, ya know, like get into the headspace I need. But I’m just so stuck and I have to submit this by Tuesday. And I can’t be late with it ‘cause it’s my first article and I just got hired and I don’t want them to thin-“

“Hey! Slow down Usain, you’re gonna get hysterical in a minute and you know I can’t handle that.” She smiled, moving to sit up on the bed, “Take a deep breath please.”

Doing as she said, you felt your heart rate slowly being to go down and you rubbed your hands on your jeans. “There ya go. Alright, listen up sister. You’re fucking talented as shit, you got that?” Bri stared at you and waited until you nodded softly, “They wouldn’t have hired you if they didn’t love your work and think you were talented.”

“Yeah but I wasn’t under as much pressure for any of the work in my portfolio. What if I’m just not good anymore? What if I just can’t write when there’s actual things at stake… like paying bills or like buying food!” It had been quite a while since you had had a breakdown over work. While living at home, you didn’t have to worry as much about how well your writing did when you submitted to local magazines. It was something you did more as a hobby during high school, and then during college you started getting paid for it. But now, everything was riding on it. Yes, you had gotten hired by a great company who obviously thought you would succeed, but this is a whole new ball game for you.

“I mean I’m not gonna tell you that you’re wrong, ‘cause it is gonna be a lot different than when you were writing in high school and college. And yeah, the stakes are a bit higher, but Y/N, come on. You know you’re good. You wouldn’t be where you are if you weren’t. You’re such a talented writer and you’re an insane videographer. I mean you have fan accounts for fucks sake.” She laughed, getting up from the bed and walking over to kiss the top of your head

“Thanks B. Always know you can set my head back on right.”

“You know it girlfriend. Also, you better have a great time tonight, it’s the first time you’re actually going out since being here.”

Bri’s comment made your eyes widen, like they were going to pop out of your head, when you realized what day it was, “Shit Bri, I gotta go pick up Nick!” Shooting up from your chair, you ran across your room to throw on your yellow vans and denim jacket to pair with your black leggings and white t shirt. Nick was flying in today and you knew if you were even seconds late, you would never hear the end of it. Mental breakdown forgotten, it was finally time to see your favorite British lad.

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“Look, I’m still not gonna tell you where we’re going tonight.” You had made it in time to pick up Nick, granted he was an hour late which lead to a conversation about timeliness - even though you were aware he had no control over his flight - and now here you were. Sitting on your couch, surrounded by all four of your best friends.

“Yeah, but we at least have to make sure she looks cute. You never know who you’ll run into.” Bella wagged her eyebrows as she lifter her glass of roséup to her lips

“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know where we’re going?!” a small gasp slide past your lips as you realized your friends all knew what was happening tonight.

“Well I mean, I had’ta get someone’s opinion.” Nick shrugged, “I just should have assumed that tweedle dee was going to tell tweedle dumb and dumber.”

“Ya know, I just really find it unfair that I’m the one attending whatever the hell is happening tonight and literally everyone but me knows what it is.” You stood up from the couch and pointed in the direction of your bedroom, “But let’s go. Show me what to wear my all-knowing friends.” The five of you made your way out of the living room and towards your bedroom. Your place was quaint. The brightness of it had been what drew the four of you in in the first place. The walls throughout were various shades of white and windows littered the walls, providing much needed natural light. You had the cutest fireplace in your living room, accompanied by your grey couch, gold coffee table, and tons of green plants.

“I’m thinking something super simple but still hot.” Bella walked straight over to your closet and began digging through your items.

“You’ll be on your feet all night, so get cozy.” Nick grinned, leaning back in your desk chair and flipping through one of your magazines, “You in this one?”

“No.” you mumbled, walking to your vanity to grab some hair clips for Sav so she could start your hair. the same time Bri yelled, still picking out your outfit, “She had a breakdown before she picked you up earlier. Doesn’t think she’s good enough to write anymore!”

“Gee thanks B, why don’t you just post about it, so everyone knows.” Dropping down to the floor, you sat criss cross in front of Sav – who was waiting on your bed, so she could start her process

“What d’ya mean you ain’t good enough? You have a degree in this shit Y/N of course you’re good.” Frowning, Nick woke up your computer and began reading the unfinished piece on your desktop, “This is bloody fantastic. They’d be stupid not to love it.”

“I don’t know. Just second guessing myself I guess.” You shrugged

“THIS!” Bella shrieked, running out of the closet holding a black, off the shoulder, long sleeve shirt and black booties, “This is what you’re wearing. With jeans. Super simple but still sexy. Nick what are you doing?”

“None of your business.”

“You know, you’re staying in my home. Maybe I’ll just take all your shit out of the guest room and put it on that couch down on the corner. I’m sure that man would love to have a cuddle buddy tonight.” Sav was easily the wittiest out of the four of us, always coming back with jabs quicker than any of us could think. This is how you imagined your life in Los Angeles. Surrounded by the best people you knew and getting ready to have an amazing night. You just wish you weren’t being kept in the dark. Bella and Bri laid down on your pink duvet, behind Sav, while Nick continued to read some more of your unfinished work on the computer.

“Yeah. Jeans and that shirt are good. Simple is good tonight.” He said, shutting your computer off and standing up from your desk, “Add a cute bag or summat. I’m getting dressed”. The girls helped you finish getting ready, adding “that belt you got from that store in Georgia! Remember that place with the old redneck guy and the weird painting of redneck Elvis!” as per Sav’s request. You let to meet Nick out in your living room and just like your expected, he looked like his usual self. Ripped black skinny jeans, his black and tan striped sweater, and a pair of brown Chelsea boots. “Looking dashing as ever darling.” He peered up from his phone as he heard your heels clicking into the room.

“Don’t butter me up Nicholas. I better have a fan-fucking-tastic time tonight or I’ll take Sav up on her offer.” You threatened, everyone in the room hearing the joking tone behind your empty threat, “Let’s go.”

“No need for the hostility. Just texting my mates to see if we can head over.” The girls, who had perched themselves back on the couch, snickered hearing Nick speak about the friends you would be meeting up with, “Alright, all set. Just gotta take a wee!” He quickly ran back down the hall as Bella grinned, “Have fun tonight.”

“Oh shut up will ya. Shouldn’t you be at what’s his face’s house by now?”

“Ready?” Nick strolled out, placing his hand on your back to lead you towards the door. “Let’s blow this popsicle bar.”

“Stand Nick. It’s popsicle stand.” You chuckled, stepping through the front door and starting your first night out in Los Angeles.

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“Really? This is our exciting night out?” you proclaimed as Nick nodded, “My first real night out since moving to L.A and your big surprise is to take me to the Forum?”

“Hey! If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be sitting at your desk, probably pulling your hair out and talking shit about yourself. So, you should really be thanking me.” The two of you had gotten dropped off at the side entrance of the building, and were now making your way into the venue, maneuvering up staircases and through the crowds. You always loved going out with Nick and looking to see if anyone recognized him. It happened more often when you were in London, but every once and while, he would get spotted instantly in the U.S. Today, however, you didn’t really see anyone noticing him.

“Wait, who are we even seeing?” you questioned but all he did was shake his head, “You’ll see. Come on, gotta find our seats. Making your way up yet another set of stairs, the sound of your heels clicking being drowned out by the opening act, who was finishing their set. “Wow Nicholas, getting a private box for the show, how very posh of you.” You laughed as you both walked up to the man checking tickets.

“Hush with the 20 questions, would you? Just be a normal person and be grateful I brought you here in the first place.”

“I would be grateful if I knew who we were seeing.” You replied, begrudgingly, as the two of you walked down the small hallway where it finally opened up into the small, private seating area. There was a small group of people standing down by the railing, while some were off to either side, pouring drinks and enjoying the end of the opening act.

“You must be daft. We walked by at least five posters. Go down and enjoy, I gotta say hi to some people and grab us drinks.” Nick responded as he slowly left you standing in the middle of the entryway

“Nick!” you whisper shouted, “I have no idea who any of these people are. You can’t just leave me here!” Due to the loud instrumental of the opening act walking off stage, he didn’t hear your complaining and continued to walk away from you. Sighing, you decided to make your way down the small set of steps and join the small group against the railing. Looking at them, you felt your breath freeze in your lungs as you recognized one of the females to be Kendall Jenner. Like THE Kendall Jenner that you were just watching on TV earlier that day. This was already an interesting night. They glanced your way and gave a small smile when they didn’t recognize you, before turning back to face the stage and continue their conversation. You had to give it to Nick, you were happy to be out of your apartment and finally doing something fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to experience Los Angeles, you did! You just wanted to perfect your job before getting to wild and screwing anything up. You turned your head quickly when hearing Nick’s very loud laugh coming from behind you.

“Stupid Nick.” You mumbled, quietly to yourself, “’Let’s go out’ he says. ‘You’re gonna have a great time’ he says. Sure, just leave me here to fend for myself why don’t ya dickhead.”

“I hear talkin’ to yourself means you’re actually a genius.” A voice spoke up from behind you, sounding eerily familiar, yet completely unknown. Turning around, you opened your mouth to lay into whoever had snuck up on you, but it was like your body shut down. Your eyes widen quickly, before you regained composure, and turned back around to face the stage.

“I guess just call me Albert Einstein then.” The man laughed at that and you looked down at your hands resting on the railing, now picking the skin on your pointer finger.

“Well, very nice to meet you Mr. Einstein. Very fond of your work.” He replied, moving to stand right up against the rail next to you

“Oh yeah. E=MC2was a real dozy.” You laughed

It was quiet for a minute, well, as quiet as it could get with thousands of talking fans and music playing throughout the venue. You were still trying to wrap your head around who was standing next to you. Who you were speaking with, and quite frankly, how you were able to form coherent sentences. “’M Harry.”

“I know.” You had a small smile on your face as you gently looked up at him, and when you did he was nodding, like he already assumed you knew him, “Y/N.” He looked down at you after that and when your eyes met, you felt your nerves come pouring out. “I – I mean, I’m-. Y/N’s my name. Not yours. Cleary it’s not yours, you just told me yours. And obviously you know that’s not you – your name. I’m Y/N.” you could feel your cheeks getting warm, as they turned a light hue of pink, at your embarrassing rambles.

“Figured that’s what you meant.” He smiled, “So, you’re friends with Nick.”

“Unfortunately.” You chuckled, but instantly regretted your comment as your remembered Nick and Harry were best friends, “He’s great… when he doesn’t take me out for the night and then ditch me.”

“One time, he took me to dinner with some people from BBC and then proceeded to leave without me, forgetting he brought me with him.” Harry recalled, turning fully so that the two of you now faced each other

“I’ll do ya one better. Like a year ago, he begged me for weeks to come out and visit him. So, finally I agree and tell him when my flight lands. Get into Heathrow and call him to come pick me up, only to find out he went to New York with Rita. So, I ended up spending a week in London by myself.” Talking with Harry was surprisingly easier than your initial thought. The nerves had dissipated and now, for some reason, it was like you were talking with someone who you’ve known for years. Maybe it was the bashing of Nick that made you feel more comfortable, or maybe it was because you had wanted this moment to happen for so long. Either way, you were living your fantasy.

“My two favorite people! What’s going on?” Nick grinned, walking away from the bar and towards you and Harry.

“Just discussing all the times you’ve been flaky.” Throwing his arm around Nick’s shoulder, Harry went in for a hug, “Good t’ see you mate. Been a while.” The two of them stood and spoke for a minute, so you decided to walk over and grab a quick drink. After all, you would be spending the night at an event with one of your long-time celebrity crushes. A rum and coke, or two, would definitely be in your cards tonight. All of a sudden, the lights dimmed, and loud cheers were head echoing through the venue, so you quickly finished pouring your drink and made your way back over to Nick, and subsequently, Harry.

“Okay, you gonna tell me now who’s playing?” you asked returning to your place beside Harry, who whipped his head around to Nick so fast you swore he would have whiplash.

“You didn’t even tell her who was playing tonight? Some friend you are.”

“Oi! I was trying to get her out of her house and help her make some friends. She just moved here for fucks sake!” you could see the smile lines start to creep up in the corner or Nicks eyes, indicating that he knew the two of you were just yanking his chain. Harry turned back to talk to you when the sound of drums filled the air, and chills instantly covered your body.

“KINGS OF LEON?! Nick you’re joking!” you screamed leaning over the railing, and around Harry, to look at Nick

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself.” He laughed, taking a sip of his drink and shrugging.

Kings of Lean had been one of your favorite bands for years and always being your go to drunk karaoke band. You had told Nick one night, during your last visit to London, how much you would die to see them live and how much they meant to you. Not only did he come through and hook you up, but he also brought you to a show accompanied by none other than THE Harry Styles - someone he also knew you adored. The talking was kept to a minimum during the first half of the set, everyone thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere. But none the less, you got to have some great conversations with Harry. He was surprisingly laid back for someone of his notoriety. It was interesting to watch Harry be a part of the crowd instead of on stage. During his time in One Direction, he had been notorious for being quite wild on stage, so seeing him on the opposite side was a sight to see. He swayed to the beats, threw his hands in the air every so often, played the air guitar occasionally, and sang his little heart out. Not to mention stole a few quick glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You were. Obviously, you had all lost your shit during “Eyes on You” and “Sex on Fire” – those being some of hypest songs during the first half of the show. The music slowly began to shift from loud and in your face, to quiet and soothing. The band opting for taking a small break from rocking out and providing some acoustic songs.

“So, you just moved here. Where from? If you don’t mind me asking.” Harry asked, noticing your lack of interest in the current song

“Charleston, South Carolina.” You nodded, always loving talking about your home

“Ahh, I love it down there. So beautiful and everyone’s always so kind.”

“Who’ve you been talking to? Definitely only nice to you ‘cause you’re Harry Styles.” You laughed, but then your insecurity came lurching back up and felt horrible for saying that, “Not that there’s anything wrong with you being Harry Styles. ‘Cause there’s not. Ya know, any - anything wrong with that.”

“Cute when yeh ramble.” It sounded so natural coming from his lips, but you could swear your heart rate increased tenfold. Harry Styles just said you were cute. You. “So, why make the move to L.A?”

“Work mostly. My friends also kind of had a hand in the decision, but we’re all just trying to make it in our fields I guess. Just like everyone else.”

“And what field is that?” he scrunched up his nose, “Sorry, ‘M being nosey aren’t I?”

“No, no it’s okay. I adore my job, so I love talking about it. I’m a travel writer for “Travel and Leisure Magazine”. I get to work from home, or wherever I am at the time, and just write about the culture or food or experiences there. And I just submit the work to my boss. Basically, I write to inform the readers about potential vacation spots or locations to move to.” You beamed, loving getting the chance to talk about the one thing that made you the happiest

“That’s amazing. I’ve always loved traveling, one of the greatest parts of my job really. And getting paid to travel and write about it must be thrilling.” He looked so in awe of you and your job that it made your heart tingle.

“It really is. My whole life I was stuck in South Carolina. Grew up there. Went to college there. And I just knew there was so much of the world I wanted to see. So, I declared my major, got a job at a small magazine and was able to start traveling for money. That’s when I met Nick.”

“Good for you. Seriously, that’s fantastic. How’s L.A helping you with all that?”

“It’s good! I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, just worried I made a mistake coming all the way out here and that – surprise, I’m actually a horrible writer.”

He placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in closer to speak to you as the music got a bit louder, “I’m sure you’re fantastic. Wouldn’t have made it out here if you weren’t eh?” 

“Thanks.” You blushed, “I don’t really think I would have decided to make the move our here if it wasn’t for my friends. Two of them are trying to break out into the fashion world, so they convinced the rest of us to move with them.”            “Show me some of their stuff sometime, I’d love to take a look.” You always knew he was the most into fashion out of his band, but you never in a million years thought you would be talking to him about it.            

“Sometime huh? Think we’ll be seeing each other again?” you joked, turning back to watch the rest of the show, as the acoustic set had just finished, and the music was picking back up with the song “Find Me”.             

“I hope so.” Your cheeks were in a constant state of warmth the rest of the show. Nick had brought the three of you more drinks, enough to the point where you were feeling pretty loose by the last two songs of the night. You were having the time of your life – watching one of your favorite bands, with one of your best friends, and a man you had only hoped of meeting in your dreams. The notes of “Waste a Moment” began to play and you stopped your jumping around to hold onto the railing tightly with one hand, the other placed over your heart. You could feel your blood pumping through your veins and nothing else existed other than the stage and the four men standing on it.

“You alright?” you heard from your left, but you couldn’t form any words

“Song just means a lot to her. It’s her brother’s favorite.” You heard Nick yell over the sound of Caleb Followill’s voice. All too soon, the guitar and drums faded and the band was screaming their “THANK YOU”s to the crowd, while the lights began to get brighter.

“Y/N.” Nick sounded from right behind you, a hand on your elbow, requesting you turn around to face him, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sorry,” you breathed out a laugh, “Just really love them.” Looking to say your goodbye’s to Harry before walking out, you saw him putting on his red coat while saying his own goodbye’s to some friends – Kendall included

“Nice to see you again Ken. I’ll see you soon.” You could hear very quietly fall from his lips, before turning back to face you and Nick, “Mind if I walk out with you?” Stunned that he wanted to spend more time with you tonight, you shook your head and held your hand out towards the stairway. This time, on your way down the stairs, you felt all the eyes on your group. Obviously because of who was walking with you, and you knew you’d be seeing his, and possibly your, figure all over the internet tomorrow, leaving the venue.

“You ever get used to all the staring?” it was something you had always wondered

“It’s always a bit weird to have hundreds of people just staring at you. So, I wouldn’t say it gets any less weird, just get more used to it.” He looked a bit sad by the statement, and you couldn’t blame him. Years of being in the spotlight has to be difficult. “Hey, before we go our separate ways, I just wanted to ask you. Uhm-“ he stopped, hearing a fan scream his name from across the parking lot, “My birthday’s next week. And ‘m having a bit of a gathering at a restaurant with some mates. I know Nick’s coming. Why don’t you tag along with him?”

You stopped in the middle of the walkway, forcing Nick, who was holding your hand to make sure you didn’t get lost, stop in his tracks as well. “What’d ya say to her Styles. Swear, I’m never gonna be able to bring any friends around you anymore.” Nick groaned

“Just invited her to my party next week. Piss off.” He glanced down to you, “Of course if you’re not free, don’t worry about it. I know it’s last minute.”

“She’s coming.”

“She’s right here and can speak for herself, thank you Nicholas.” Rolling your eyes, you looked at Harry, “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to come.”

Nodding to himself, he looked very pleased, “Great. I’ll be sure to brush up on my theory of relativity for you Mr. Einstein.” He smiled and then pointed with his thumb behind him, “Well, I gotta go, so I’ll talk to you both later, yeah? It was a pleasure to meet you Y/N.”

“Yeah, you-you too Harry.” Watching Harry get into his car, Nick’s grip on your hand tightened and he spun you around, “What the bloody hell just happened?!”

“I don’t – I don’t even know bro.” you giggled, not even sure yourself what happened tonight

“Did I just unknowingly play match maker?!”

“No Nick! I was a blubbering, stuttering idiot. You did nothing. Except leave me. I’m still pissed by the way. Who does that?”

“I would say sorry, but it looked like you had a great time tonight, what with your pink cheeks and all.” He chuckled, “Let’s go, before your moms have an aneurism because I kept you out past curfew. I really want them to like me, maybe they’ll let me take you out for a second date.”

“Oh, shut up you idiot.” You laughed, pushing him away from you and off the curb into the parking lot cement. Kings of Leon had a special place in your heart. In your entire family’s heart. And now, they held even more of your love. For they had given you a night you had only ever dreamed about. If this was what living in Los Angeles was going to be, then it really wasn’t so bad in L.A.

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Reaching for You Pt. 15

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On occasions the Zootopia police department would hold large charity driven formal dances in one of the many historical buildings or masons of the rich and famous scattered throughout the city. Tonight was one of those occasions. A small grey rabbit found herself tapping her foot in annoyance as she waited outside none other than Gazell’s extravagant mason. Normally Judy Hopps would be thrilled to get the chance to meet her favorite singer but her dates were very late.

“I am going to skin them alive… Starting with the fox…” Judy hissed under her breath. Down the driveway two figures sprinted towards the rabbit. “Nick! Gerard! Where have you been!?” The pudgy tan wolf put up a large digit and tried to catch his breath while the red fox beside him grinned in amusement.

“Sorry carrots we got… Distracted on the way here.” Nick Wilde gave a playful eyebrow wiggle which caused the rabbit to roll her eyes.

“Sweet cheese and crackers you two are impossible.” Judy gave the fox a playful swat and fixed his collar. The rabbit wiped a few stray white hairs from the suit Nick was wearing.

“In my defence- “ Gerard began before Judy started fussing over his suit as well. “He is very persuasive.” The boyfriends gave each other a flirtatious smirk.

Judy stepped back and with a satisfied smiled looked at the odd pair. “There, now you two heathens look presentable.”

“And what about you? When did you get that?” Nick gave a playful whistle. The rabbit wore a floor length black dress with simple embellishments around the shoulder and hip. Judy normally avoided formal wear and make up, but she added a little blush to her cheeks for the night.

“You look marvelous Judy.” Gerard smiled and offered his paw to rabbit. “Vould you like us to valk you in?” The rabbit gave Nick a surprised look.

“Well at least one of you is a gentle-mammal.” Judy took the wolf’s paw and the trio made their way to the entrance. ‘And for your information, Wilde, I got this especially for tonight…”

“Oh really?” Nick grinned and offered his own arm to the rabbit as well. “Gonna woo a movie star?” Judy took the fox’s arm and gave her ex-boyfriend a wicked grin.

“I mean I wouldn’t argue…” The trio let out a laugh before entering the mason. To the right a large staircase lead to a ballroom that looked like something out of movie. Groups of various mammals mulled around and talked on the large ornate floor. Judy was able to make out some familiar faces including reporters and even some sports players. Reaching the top of the stairs several of the other guest turned and gawked at the sight of a female rabbit being escorted by a chubby wolf and a sleek fox. Judy let go her friend’s paws before making her way down the staircase into the large ballroom. Secretly she had always wanted to act like a princess for once and this charity event was the perfect opportunity. Graciously she floated down the stairs and gave a soft smile to the onlookers.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs Judy gave a small twirl and turned to her dates. “I have always wanted to do that!” Nick and Gerard gave each other a sly look before grasping their paws together in a exaggerated fashion. The wolf puffed out his chest a bit while Nick playfully waved at the other guest. Descending the stairs the boyfriend’s got a few laughs and several groans. At the bottom of the stairs the wolf gave a modest bow while Nick gave a curtsy.

Judy covered her face in embarrassment. “I can’t take you two anywhere…”

*****

As the evening wore on Judy had gotten to meet several local celebrities from the different districts of Zootopia including Gazelle. Many other party guest had seeked the rabbit out to thank her personally for her service with the ZPD. Throughout the even Judy had been on the lookout for her favorite actor. It had been rumored that Jack Savage would be attendance. The officer had been looking forward to seeing the teen-actor-turned-action-movie-star in person.

The grey rabbit made her way to a secluded spot near the refreshments to catch her breath. All the handshakes and attention was starting to wear Judy out. She looked around but couldn’t see Nick or Gerard through the crowd. Distracted by her hunt for her dates she accidently ran into another mammal causing them to lose their balance. With her well trained reflexes the officer was about to grab the mammal before they hit the ground.

“Ahh I’m so sorry! I was-” Judy began before meeting the blue eyes of a mammal a little shorter than her. Sharp black lines contoured his face and the tips of his long ears. This new mammals flashed a toothy grin showing off their larger front teeth. Helping the new mammal to their feet Judy stifled a gasp as she realized who she almost knocked over; Jack Savage, teen-heart-throb-turned-action-movie star!

“Oh my goodness your her!”

“Oh my goodness your him!” The rabbit’s said in unison causing Jack to be embarrassed and Judy to let out a small giggle.

“Sorry. I’m just so excited to meet the first rabbit officer of the ZPD! Thank you for everything you have done for the city Mrs. Hopps!” The striped rabbit smiled. “You have inspired me so much with my movies!”

“I inspired you? Mr. Savage your early acting in criminal dramas helped me get through high school and basic training!” Judy laughed. The pair met eyes for a moment and relished in the idea of finally meeting their own personal hero.

“... So can I get you a drink Mrs. Hopps?” Jack offered, trying to find something to say.

“Judy is fine Mr. Savage. And just some punch, I don’t really drink much; gotta stay in shape and all that.” The officer explained.

“Well then, Judy I will be right back with some refreshments. And please… call me Jack.” The actor bowed with a suave smile and disappeared into the crowd leaving Judy blushing and fighting off her nerves. She resisted the urge to text every mammal she knew about what just happened.

“Vell that seemed to go vell!” Gerard grinned while walking towards his smaller grey friend. He took a sip of his beverage to hide his toothy smile. “And vho vas that Judy?”

The grey rabbit nervously rubbed her paws down her sleek black dress and turned to the large tan wolf. “That! Was Jack Savage!” Judy squealed while clutching her paws near her face in order to control her excitement. “He acted in Bun Meets World and has starred in some summer blockbusters! Ugh I had such a crush on him in high school!” The wolf started waving a paw at the smaller rabbit but she wasn’t taking the hint. “I think I still have some of the posters from my old room somewhere…” Judy thought aloud. Gerard covered his eyes with his free paw as Judy continued to ramble. “What Gerard?” The rabbit officer demanded. With an apologetic smile the wolf gestured behind Judy.

Her ears drooped behind her head as Judy slowly turned to see Jack standing there trying to hold in his laughter. “Well hopefully they are good posters of me…” The actor grinned.

“Sweet sawgrass kill me now…” Judy muttered, her face reddening while Gerard let out a hardy laugh. Nick came up beside the trio with a fresh drink for his boyfriend. He gave the rabbit officer a confused look.

“Umm, did I miss something?” The fox officer asked.

“Hello dear. Judy seems to have met a new friend.” The wolf teased. Judy flashed the pair of boyfriends and cold glare. Years of experience told Nick that Judy would kill them if they tried to tease any further.

“Oh where are my manners!” Jack handed Judy her new drink and offered his free paw to the fox and wolf. “My name is Jack Savage and you are?’

“My name is Gerard and this is my-” The wolf gave the outstretched paw a shake before Nick interrupted.

“Your Jack Savage!?” The fox almost spilled his drink. “Oh my goodness Judy made me watch all of your movies! Oh and that show… What was it Judy? All I remember is you talking about the dreamy bunny.” A knowing smirk crossed his muzzle as the fox turned to his friend and ex girlfriend. She glared at Nick. Yeah, he crossed that line.

Judy had learned to keep a better poker face in her time working and dating Nick but the rabbit couldn’t keep her foot from tapping against the floor in annoyance. “Bun Meets World is the name of the show Nick…”

“... Nick? Oh as in Nick Wilde!?” Jack looked up at the fox in amazement. “Your work on the missing mammals case was amazing!” The striped rabbit beamed.

“Now Jack don’t praise him too much, you’ll inflate his ego.” Judy sneered. Before Nick could form a comeback the music picked up and the rabbit officer jumped for joy. “Ohhhh I love this song! Who wants to dance with me!? Gerard!?”

The chubby wolf put up his paws in defense. With a huff the grey rabbit looked up to the red fox with pleading eyes.

“Oh no Carrots you know I can’t dance, remember the Gazell concert?” Nick smirked and gestured to Jack. “What about you, Stripes, do you dance?”

The movie star smiled as a blush spread across his face. “ I mean… I can… If you want to…” He stuttered offering his paw. Judy smiled and took the paw. Her face warmed as Jack lead her to the dance floor.

“Have her home no later than 10 there, Stripes!” Nick called earning another glare from Judy. Slowly the pair of rabbits were lost in the crowd. Gerard gave his partner a friendly shove. “What!?” The fox said in defence.

“I never took you as the matchmaker type.” Gerard purred.

Nick took a sip of his drink. “I have no clue what youre talking about, Marshmallow.”

“You vere hoping they vould meet, veren’t you.” Gerard teased.

“Oh yeah.” The fox grinned. “I might have knew that Jack would be here. And I maybe made sure that we got tickets.” Gerard raised his eyebrows. “To be fair she did keep the posters when we moved in together…” Nick grinned.

“Judy is going to kill you…” The wolf said taking another sip of his drink.

“Naw…” Nick looked up at his partner and grinned at his large Marshmallow enjoying the couples all around them. “Hey have I told you today that I love you?”

“Mmm…” Gerard smiled. “Yes but doesn't mean you can’t say it again…” Finishing his drink the tan wolf offered his paw to the fox. “Vould you join me for this dance?”

Nick finished his own drink and grinned. “Be my pleasure, Marshmallow.” With a laugh the pair made their way to the dance floor and pulled one another close. While neither mammal was the best dancer they still enjoyed the feeling of being close and just moving to the music. After a few songs Nick looked over to see Judy and Jack dancing close together and laughing. The fox was thankful that Judy was having a good time. Gerard laughed.

“You don’t have to vorry Nick… She’s in good hands.” The wolf smiled. “Beside’s you’re still her work husband…”

The fox rested his head on his boyfriend’s chest. “Yeah… as long as you don’t mind sharing.”

“I think I can manage sharing vith such an amazing lady…” Gerard softly whispered to the fox. Nick smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wolf’s heartbeat keeping time as the music around the pair seemed to fade away leaving them slow dancing by themselves. One thought kept repeating in the foxes head. ‘I’m the luckiest mammal in the world…’

*****

Here it is, the long awaited last chapter that I had planned for this story.  I might come back and add other snippets from time to time but for those who wanted a resolution you can consider it done! I feel like over the coarse of this project I have grown as a writer due to all the feedback I received so thank you all for that! Keep an eye out for more work's eventually!

[amsimaria]

Bittersweet

» Part three

He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

Author: amsimaria Word count: 6,1K Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members) Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M) Warnings: Gore, Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Slight misogyny, Swearing, Alcohol abuse, Slight Smut, Mental illness. 

Waking up with a throbbing headache, Jimin notices a batch of grey-coloured hair with dark roots resting on his chest, when he opens his eyes to the sound of Hoseok’s strident laughter piercing through the apartment. Rubbing his eyes with his left hand, his gaze falls on the Rolex’s clock on his wrist, and he sighs when he sees it’s already passed 2 pm. Blinking a few times to recollect his memory, vague flashbacks reappear of watching (Y/N) run away while crying her eyes out, a vivid reminder of how people just couldn’t get too close to him. Thinking about it didn’t do his headache any good.   The worst thing about it was, that when he came home drunk that night with a horny Lily in his arms, the only thing he could think of was how it was (Y/N) who he was fucking, and moaning his name, not Lily. He wondered why it suddenly mattered who he fucked. Something about this girl made Jimin deranged and he hated it. Jimin knew his way around girls and they always seemed to line up, but girls were just girls, and he always made fun of boys who ended up being a slave to their boss, a.k.a. girlfriend. Committing wasn’t on his mind at all, girls were just one of those things that would only distract him from important things, so he made sure to bounce as soon as one of them started to show feelings for him.

Pushing a whining Lilly off of him, Jimin drags his naked self out of his bed and slips on a pair of boxers before wandering towards the living room of Namjoon’s apartment.

‘’Ah! Look who we have here!’’ Hoseok shouts from across the kitchen counter with a smirk on his face. ‘’Is the poor thing still alive?’’ He says in between the sound of his teeth chewing on a small piece of white gum, while cheekily smirking at Jimin.

‘’Huh?’’ Jimin murmurs while scratching his head in confusing. His eyes swollen and his voice hoarse from the heavy night.

‘’You were drunk as a sailor my man. we thought we would have to bury a body by morning.’’ Hoseok laughs, looking at Jungkook who’s counting a stack of benjamins on the coffee table with his hands.  

Ignoring the boys, Jimin open’s the tall fridge and grabs a cold can of coke from the top shelf to then hold it against his forehead in attempt to ease the pounding headache. He then sits himself down on one of the bar chairs that is standing beside the tall kitchen counter.

‘’Jimin, I need you to move some bricks tonight.’’ Namjoon calmly speaks up, not taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds before looking at Jimin.

‘’Seriously? The fuck Jonie, can’t you just send one of your little street jugglers to do it?’’ Jimin asks annoyed.

‘’I’m talking about thousands of grams, Jimmy boy. I can’t send some seventeen-year-old rookie to these big buyers. Besides, I need someone that I can trust and someone that isn’t afraid to intervene when things don’t go to plan. Plus you’ll get a twenty-five percent cut when the job’s done. ’’

Grunting in response, Jimin lazily slides himself off the chair and walks over to the coffee table to take a cigarette from one of the opened packages.

‘’Alright, who are we dealing with here, hyung?’’ Jimin then asks, blowing the smoke through his plump morning lips while resting his forehead against the palm of his hand.

‘’Bunch of Russians. Nothing fancy. Apparently, Russia is in high demand for powder.’’ Namjoon begins, ’’I know you’re no good at negotiating and all that, so Jungkook is coming with you to do the talking. Also, Hope will snipe from a building near the location to make sure those fuckers don’t make a wrong move, alright?’’

‘’Jungkook is gonna do the talking?! You got to be fucking kidding me, man.’’ Jimin laughs humorlessly. ‘’My five-year-old nephew could do a better job at talking to mobs than this fucking coconut head.’’

‘’Go fuck yourself ’’ Jungkook shoots back at Jimin, flipping him off with a cigarette hanging from his lips.  

‘’And where the fuck’s V?’’ Jimin asks, his voice cracking from his sore throat.

‘’Tae and Yoongi are seeing some suppliers from Medellin tonight, and Jin and I are meeting some business-owners for money-laundering cuts, so Jungkook is all you got for the job, my boy.’’

Resting his forehead against the palms of his hands, Jimin let’s out a deep sigh before standing up.

‘’You better not fuck this up, Jungkook ’’ Jimin darkly warns towards Jungkook before returning to his bedroom.  

‘’Come lay with me please’’ Lily pleads when Jimin walks into the bedroom.

‘’You gotta go’’ Jimin replies coldly, his voice laced with annoyance.

‘’W-what.. Are you serious?’’ She asks frowning, pushing herself up on her elbow.

‘’Yeah, get your things and call a cab or something.’’ Jimin motions to her stuff. There are some bills left in the pocket of my jeans. Take it’’ He says as he walks towards the shower.

Running after him, Lily grabs Jimin’s arm and pulls him back angrily. ‘’Jimin, you can’t be serious?’’ She asks, her voice angry but desperate.

‘’Yes. I am. And if you don’t dress up and take your things within ten minutes, I’ll put you out without clothing and the whole neighborhood will know what you’ve been doing here last night.’’ Jimin threatens sternly.

Leaving a dumbfounded Lily behind, Jimin locks himself in the bathroom and starts showering.

Jimin knew Lily a few weeks now, and she was all over him from the first time they’d met at a college party. Jimin didn’t really like college parties but every now and then he would show up at one just to fuck shit up and sell some grams just for fun. Lily was just a spoiled little brat who wanted a taste of the bad boys and always got what she wanted. Jimin knew that if he kept seeing her, she would eventually refuse to let go and make a scene. He didn’t really feel like dealing with that.

Not seconds later, Jimin hears Lily furiously banging on his bathroom door with her balled fists.

‘’You dick!! I fucking hate you Jimin!!’’ Her voice cracking. Silence follows the banging and Jimin feels relieved to know she’d let it go. But not soon after, she starts speaking again. This time more desperate and forcefully calm.

‘’Jimin please, don’t do this..’’

Feeling a strong beam of light piercing through your closed eyelids, you slowly open your eyes to the sight of a familiar face.

‘’Hey Kiddo, how are you feeling?’’ The warm smile of your uncle welcomes you back as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

As you try to lift your head in an attempt to comprehend the situation, you feel your head bumping back into the pillow as it still feels heavy from the dizziness.

Looking around slowly, you see Naomi and Robin sitting on your left, both looking worried and exhausted.

‘’My.. My stomach hurts’’ You mutter, your expression showing discomfort.

Before painfully swallowing, your uncle begins, ’’The doctors had to get your stomach pumped.’’ he carefully explains, scratching the back of his neck.

‘’Wha- what..’’ You cough, your exhausted eyes big from panic.

Waiting for your uncle to inform you about the situation, you see him painfully looking down his lap and taking a deep breath.

Looking to your left you see Naomi mimicking your uncle’s movements, and you watch her expression turn to intense guilt.

‘’(Y/N).. Did you.. Did you try to end your life?’’ Your uncle then asks carefully, turning his gaze back to you, frightened of what your answer would be.

Blinking in the distance a few times, it only takes a couple of moments before your memories of last night come shooting back at you one by one.

The fight match, your collapse and then Jimin..  

The memory of Jimin’s presence that night was all too evident in your mind and the sore feeling of painful abandonment returned quickly and came with the metaphorical pain in your chest of feeling heartbroken and left alone by him. But who were you fooling? Even someone as defective as Jimin could see the wreck of a person hiding behind that thin layer of skin. Why did you let yourself believe you could ever be loved by someone when you didn’t even love you yourself? You hated yourself, and you hated it even more when people seemed to like you because when you did put on an occasional smile it was purely because that’s what you were supposed to do when someone was being kind to you.

You could already hear the agitating sound of your dad’s voice telling you how much harm you were doing to your parents by not having a smile on your face at weddings or family get-togethers because you felt miserable for being locked up in your room the night before for not finishing your plate. You hated the endless bragging about your oh-so perfect scores and behaviour. Sometimes you felt like your parents thrived on other people’s jealousy when it came to you. You were sick of it. Your family wasn’t about love, it was about how it all seemed like love to the outside world. Physical contact was also one of those unspoken taboos in your family. You viewed sex as nothing special or affectionate. Your parents never kissed nor did they ever hold hands, not even when they seemed to be in a good mood. You found happiness in the sadder things in life and people just couldn’t relate to you when it came to being genuinely happy. Maybe that was why you were drawn to Jimin so much - you felt like you had something in common with him. His dark eyes hid so much mystery. They were filled with regret, anger, torment. It was almost like they were screaming for affection in some wicked way. Looking into his eyes made you feel like you weren’t alone in the world anymore.

You felt sick, being rejected by Jimin that night.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes at the thought of having spiraled down this far.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to kid.. Just know that we are here for you.” Your uncle reassures you warmly while placing a hand over your pale cold fingers.

You spend the following weeks at your uncle’s. Helping out your aunt with your 3-year-old nephew, and picking up your old routine by started going back to work regularly. You hadn’t spoken to Naomi in weeks. She had brought flowers to your uncle’s home but immediately left after your aunt had asked her to stay for dinner. You figured she must’ve been ashamed for letting Jimin drive you home that night when you weren’t feeling well. You didn’t blame her or consider her a bad friend for what she did. You knew Robin and Naomi meant well when it came to the decisions they made, they were just too naive and trusting when it came to people. They were your complete opposites - spontaneous, positive and careless. You loved how they would never ask you any deep questions about your past or ask you how you felt. They were light and natural, there was no pretending in them yet they would blend in so easily. You often fantasized about having that type of personality and being the sunshine in a crowded room.

‘’Have a good day kid, don’t let the stress get to your head.’’ Your uncle winked after dropping you off right in front of your work.

‘’I won’t.’’ You warmly smile before turning on your heel to enter the building.

When you walk in you see Jessica sitting legs crossed on the counter, adjusting her makeup in her pocket-sized Chanel mirror.

‘’Morning Jess’’ You greet your colleague, as you pass her.

‘’Hey, could you come over here for a sec?’’ She asks while still looking at herself in the tiny mirror.

‘’Sure, whats up?’’

‘’Does this skirt make my legs look fat?’’

‘’No? Your legs seem.. Normal.’’ You assure her unconvincingly while scratching your eyebrow.

You didn’t want to start off the day with her endless complaints and whining.

‘’Man, I had this great Tinder date yesterday. I think I’m in love. ’’ She sang before jumping off the counter and walking over to her bag to get her phone.

‘’Look this is him, his name is Andy and he’s Australian’’ She beams while holding her phone in front of your face.

Great. Another one of those pathetic stories about her oh-so exciting life. Just what you needed.

‘’He seems nice’’ You faintly smile while mentally rolling your eyes at yourself.

When you’re just about to walk into the back room, she starts speaking again, ‘’Do you even ever date?’’ She asks while continuing to star is her pocket mirror, almost sounding like a mean stepsister.

You hesitate to answer, but you were sick of Jessica always belittling you so your ego takes over and you answer before you can think. ‘’Yes, I date’’ You emphasize while closing your eyes to the words.

Sniggering at your response, Jessica shifts her attention to you.

‘’What? Is that so weird?’’ You ask a little too hostile while cocking an eyebrow at her.

‘’No, no. I just never really thought you were the dating type, to be honest.’’ She admitted. ‘’I  always thought you were kind of a loner or something’’

‘’Why is that?’’ You ask carefully, afraid of what her answer would be.

‘’Well like, Some time ago I heard you talking to yourself in the stockroom. I seriously thought you were like possessed or something, and like, after hearing why you stayed home for so long, the pieces just came together, you’re one of those crazy people, right? With like mental problems and such? She remarked in her obnoxiously dumb-sounding accent.

‘’I’m not crazy!!’’ You Shout, your hands clenched into fists as you stare at her with intense anger. Shocked by your sudden outburst you quietly gasp and quickly turn away from her.

‘’Jeez, calm down (Y/N). I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just calling it like I see it. ’’ She apathetically points out before walking over to her bag.  

[Nam Jones] You arrived yet?

[Jimmy crack corn] Nah, still 10 mins away. Is J ready?

‘’Did you fuck her when you got her home?’’ Jungkook smirks to Jimin who still has his eyes on his phone screen.

‘’No, why?’’ Jimin answers while giving Jungkook a confusing and irritated look.

‘’I don’t get your obsession with this chick, man’’ Jungkook smirks while shaking his head. If I’d driven her home that night, I would’ve tapped that piece of ass all night until morning’’ Jungkook continues while biting his lower lip and bucking his hips a few times to display his intention.

Jimin felt his blood starting to boil inside his veins.

Cocky little shit.  

Jungkook always acted like he was this big shot because he new Namjoon had a soft spot for him. Jimin knew all too well that Namjoon would make Jungkook his eyes and ears because Jungkook was a clever kid and Namjoon would let him follow in his footsteps. Jimin had never trusted him. He was cocky, quick with his words, and sly when it came to promises. Jungkook didn’t come from a broken home, he had all a boy of his age could ask for - daddy’s college tuition & mommy’s love and affection. Jungkook was one of those people who didn’t want to be on the right path even when it was that easy for him. He got lazy when things got too hard and his parents kicked him out when they found out he was doing crack. Namjoon took him in with open arms. Jimin often wished he could have had such a life. He didn’t have nice Christmases and happy birthdays. No, at Jimin’s home things were a bit more problematic. Having a gambling drunk as a father would have you think Jimin would see the light and not make the same mistakes, but nothing was further from the truth, Jimin turned to alcohol from the age of 12 and followed in the footsteps of his old man. He was ashamed of himself and ashamed of his past.

‘’You need to stay the fuck away from her, Jungkook. I ain’t playing.’’ Jimin warns angrily.

‘’Jesus, calm down Romeo. What’s up with you all of a sudden, huh? Jungkook smirks unaffectedly ‘’Are you in love or something?’’ Jungkook smiles jokingly, squeaking out a sound of mocking laughter.

‘’No? The fuck are you even on about?’’ Jimin barks while scrunching his eyebrows together angrily. ‘’Can we get back to work you dumb shit?’’ Jimin scoffs while taking his eyes back to the burner phone is his hand.

Chuckling in response, Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek while swiftly turning the wheel.

[Nam Jones] Yeah, he’s got eyes on the Russians. Jimin don’t go fucking pissing them off alright? Just hand them the bricks, get the money and get the hell out of there. 

[Jimmy crack corn] Yeah yeah, don’t worry boss

[Nam Jones] alright, and don’t go pissing of Jk either.

Arriving at the arranged place, Jungkook takes a left turn and parks the Rover behind the concrete wall just past the entrance.

The place was an abandoned factory near a chemical plant. It was far south and there weren’t any citizens living there within a 4-mile radius so it would be a safe place to do business.

Getting out of the car Jimin starts scanning the place for unwanted visitors. While Jungkook opens the trunk to unload the 4 Louis Vuitton bags filled with bricks of uncut cocaine, Jimin walks back to the passenger seat and steps his right leg back inside the car, placing his M9 handgun behind the waistband of his jeans.

Carrying the bags to the arranged spot inside the old factory, Jimin and Jungkook stop a few feet in front of 5 Russian guys armed with massive machine guns.

‘’Fucking Mac-11’s? Jungkook, the fuck do we do now, huh?’’ Jimin whispers angrily ‘’They’re planning on fucking robbing us’’ ‘’What’s with the guns, boys?’’ Jungkook asks cautiously while keeping his posture straight.  

‘’Just some protection in case needed.. nothing to worry about. Now hand us the goods.’’ The big guy in the middle commands in a thick Russian accent, before motioning his head to their suitcases.  

‘’Payment first’’ Jimin replies stern while glaring into the eyes of what appears to be their leader.

‘’I don’t like him’’ The Russian guy daringly states to Jungkook, his voice unnervingly calm

‘’I couldn’t give a shit if you liked me, now hand over the money before we get the fuck outta here and you got jack shit’’ Jimin instantly shoots back.

‘’You better keep those pretty lips shut, boy’’  says a man standing next to their leader to Jimin, wearing a dangerous look on his face and a large scar on his temple.

‘’Jimin, shut the fuck up. We don’t have time for your fucking outbursts, alright?’’ Jungkook whispers angrily, before turning his eyes back to their leader.

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Jimin turns his head the other way in fury and when he turns his head back to the five men, he finds the scarred man staring at him intensively.

‘’The fuck you looking at, cocksucker?’’ Jimin nods his head aggressively to the guy standing next to the leader.

‘’Honestly, I’m thinking about having your pretty mouth around my cock, boy. Shit, you are prettier than my wife.’’ The guy licks his lips while holding his hands out in front of him like he is holding a head and then thrusts his hips into his hands.  

After grimacing from disgust, Jimin grabs his handgun from behind his belt without thinking and shoots the man right between his eyes.

Everything after what seemed to happen in a millisecond - the four man quickly pointed their weapons towards Jimin and Jungkook and started shooting like crazy. Jimin, as fast as he was, managed to hide behind one of the large pillars, but Jungkook started running towards their vehicle and got hit in the thigh.

When Jimin points his gun towards the men, he hears the sound of echoing bullets hitting flesh. Turning his head around the pillar to see what happened, he sees three out of the four men laying on the ground and groaning in pain. Turning his head to see where the shooting was coming from, he sees Hoseok sending him an ‘’it’s ok’’ sign with his fingers. Turning his head back to the bloodbath, he squints his eyes and notices one of the men running toward the back with a black suitcase in his hand. As he starts running as fast as he can, Jimin points his gun towards the man and starts repeatedly shooting in his direction while chasing him like a maniac. The man turns his face around frantically and starts shooting in Jimin’s direction, but his hand isn’t steady so the bullets end up hitting the pillars and the ceiling instead of Jimin.

As Jimin’s breathing becomes rapid and his heart pounds three times as fast he could only think about making Namjoon see he was wrong about him. Jimin hated getting all the practical jobs and seeing Jungkook get all the praise for his smooth talk and clever ways of thinking when Jimin did most of the work. Jimin wanted Namjoon to see he was just as strategic as Jungkook. Maybe even better at it. He needed that money. He needed Namjoon to see he was capable of being in charge and being a thinker just as much as Jungkook was.

When Jimin manages to catch up to the man’s speed, he stops and points his gun directly at the man’s head and then pulls the trigger. He slows down when he sees the man collapsing on the ground with blood sliding down his neck from his bullet wound in his skull. Freezing in position for a few seconds, Jimin rests his hands on his knees and takes in the sight of the dead body from the man he killed.

He couldn’t believe how cold he had gotten over the years. Things like this didn’t bother him as much anymore. It was killed or get killed. He thought about (Y/N), and how disgusted she would be if she saw what he did, or worse, how little it did to him.

Trying to shake off the thought, Jimin starts running towards the man and grabs the suitcase.

As you slowly open your eyes at a buzzing sensation close to your ear, you start rubbing your eyes in confusion and you push yourself up on your elbows as you start staring into the darkness. When the buzzing sound repeats, your mind clears up and you reach for your pillow to grab your phone from underneath it. Squeezing your eyes together from the brightness of the screen, you notice the bright white letters displaying the word ‘’unknown caller’’ as it rang.

Staring at the screen, you hesitate for a moment to take the call, but after watching it ring for a couple of seconds you decide to answer without saying a word. Keeping your ear close to the speaker in the hope of catching something of a familiar sound, you hear the sound of smoke leaving lips and tense breathing following.

‘’Hello..?’’ You whisper carefully.

No sound.

Laying your head back down on your pillow, you continue listening to the tense breathing on the other end of the line. It was calming for some reason. After a few seconds of listening, you decide to speak again.

‘’Who is this? I am trying to sleep. It’s four o’clock in the morning’’ You say tiredly, your voice still and calm.

When you’re about to hang up, you hear a deep sigh, ‘’Don’t hang up,’’

Jimin.

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you process the sound of his boyish voice sounding so low and sad. You feel your heart pumping twice as much blood through your veins and all the anger you had for him dropped in one millisecond after you heard his voice again after all those weeks.

‘’Why..?’’ You whisper

A few moments of silence passed and your thoughts drift off to the memory of him touching your body and taking control over your lips. The memories made you feel like no joy in your sad life could make you feel, It was addictive. You never tried to be happy, you just tried to make it till the end of the day without feeling absolutely miserable. Happy wasn’t something you experienced, contentment was the word you used when your day was going better than other days. Sometimes you felt ungrateful for not being happy with the life you had. And the guilt made everything feel even worse, but it wasn’t the material things in your life you despised, it was you - your pathetic attempt to be like other people because you felt like your personality was based on selfishness and misery. Jimin touching you that day was the happiness you never knew.

‘’I did some horrible things today’’

‘’What things..’’ You cautiously say, as you stare into the darkness while holding your breath.

‘’God dammit (Y/N), I need to feel you. I wa- I want to fucking taste you.’’ He slurs drunkenly, his voice husky and low.

‘’You’re drunk..’’ You whisper, insecurity lacing your voice as you try to ignore his sexual statements.

‘’I’m not drunk, baby ’’ He says as you hear the smoke leaving his lips. ‘’Did you like having my head between your thighs, hm? He purrs, desire and sin lacing his voice.

Looking around in discomfort you swallow hard as you squeeze your thighs together.

‘’I did..’’ You slowly whisper.

‘’Good, good..’’ He slurs ‘’You taste sweet, like strawberries and whip cream’’ he then chuckles boyishly.

As you nervously chuckle back at his his lewd statement, a feeling of stupidity creeps up on you and makes you want to bury your head under the covers. You didn’t understand why he made you feel like a pathetic teenage girl that flushes every time he says something even slightly sexual to you. What was he doing to you?

‘’Don’t get all shy now, you weren’t so shy the last time I filled you up with my fingers. Damn, you were so eager and wet, your juices were practically dripping down your thighs mami,’’ He hums mischievously.

‘’Jimin please, I’m staying at my uncle and aunt’s house. They’re sleeping in the room next to me.’’ You beg in a whisper.

‘’Maybe I have to come and steal you away then,’’ Jimin slurs, jokingly.

‘’I would watch out if I were you,’’ You joke, ‘’my uncle is a cop you know’’

‘’Ah, is he now?’’ You hear him taking a sip of what sounded to be a half empty bottle. ‘’I’m so scared, baby’’ He sarcastically whispers in a low voice, sending a stream of direct shivers down your spine.

A few moments of silence fills up the line between you and Jimin until you start speaking again, ‘’Why didn’t you contact me or look me up?’’ You say as your soft, insecure voice suddenly sounding serious and desperate. ‘’You just left and you never even contacted me after? What do you want from me, Jimin? Why call me now if you don’t even care?’’ You snapped at him, your voice shaky from emotions.

Waiting for his response you hear him let out a deep sigh, and you the feel upcoming tears prickling your eyes as you don’t blink.

‘’I do care, I just.. I’m afraid to get close to you (Y/N) I don’t want to pull you into my world, it’s not for you.’’ Jimin’s sighs before taking another sip of his half empty bottle.

‘’Oh, wow. Aren’t you just an angel, Jimin. Caring so much about everyone around, you should really just get a medal for being such a sweet, caring person.’’ You snort sarcastically with your voice shaky from emotion. ‘’Why did you come into my world then?

‘’Fuck (Y/N), Why do you gotta be like this? Huh? He curses agitatedly. ‘’Don’t you think I don’t fucking struggle? Do you think I want this? I dream about you almost every night..’’ He sighs defeatedly. ‘’I wouldn’t even dare to come close to a girl like you if things were different.’’ Silence follows until he starts speaking again, this time in a softer and more controlled tone. ‘’Man.. The first time you looked at me at that club, I knew I wanted you all to myself. I don’t fucking know what to do with these feelings (Y/N).’’

You don’t react, you were sick of his colour coated bullshit. You didn’t want to fall for it again, even if that meant feeling lonely. You went downhill since you’d met him and you only blamed yourself for that. You wondered if love was always this painful. You always considered yourself smart enough to recognize real from fake, but now, when it were your own feelings standing on the verge of love and hatred, you couldn’t even tell the difference between truth and just plain bullshit. You suddenly understood why so many girls stayed with the guys that tormented them over and over again, not just on a theoretical level, but on an emotional level - It wasn’t a matter of ignorance, it was the distance they were willing to go for the one they loved. You’d just met Jimin and he made you feel more alive than ever.

‘’Can I see you?’’ He slurs desperately, his voice low and quiet. ‘’I’ll promise I won’t touch you with a finger, even though my hands are fucking aching for you.’’ he almost grunts

‘’I can’t, Jimin..’’ You say while instantly regretting it.

‘’Your voice calms me down, you know that? Ever since I’ve met you, I feel like you have this spell over me, ‘’ He chuckles ‘’Sounds dumb, doesn’t it?’’ he says, before you hear him sucking on his cigarette once again.

‘’Kind of..’’ You giggle

‘’God.. You sound so perfect. Every time you show up in my dreams, I wake up just before I get to touch you,’’  

‘’Really?’’ If it was meant or not, you couldn’t deny loving, listening to him praise you like this. His voice was so unique from anything you’ve heard and you could only imagine his beautiful face as he spoke so softly through his phone. You felt like you were almost in a state of dreaming, hearing him talk to you like this.

‘’Yes. Fuck, I can’t handle not seeing you, I have to have you.‘’ He grunts impatiently, ‘’Please (Y/N), please let me see you..’’

After hesitating for a little while, you get up from your bed and sneak towards your aunt and uncle’s room, checking if they slept deep enough to not notice you sneaking out.

As you press your ear gently against the wood of their bedroom door, you let out a shaky breath while trying to catch any of the sounds of their snoring. You could luckily hear your uncle’s loud snoring even when you backed up from the door so you sneak back to your room and take the phone from your bed.

After telling Jimin where to meet you, you quickly grab the black over-knee skirt you wore all day and slip on an oversized t-shirt before checking on your nephew and quietly tip-toeing downstairs.

You told Jimin to meet you at a playground just a couple of blocks from your aunt’s and uncle’s house. The playground you used to play there when you were a kid. You always loved staying at your uncle’s when you were younger. They took you to playgrounds and overall kids places where you could get dirty and lose your energy like normal children could. Your parents never used to let you play outside. They always told you you would get dirty and become one of those hyperactive children that wouldn’t listen to their parents. It was fucked up to think you’d spent your entire summer at home, watching children play outside while you were sitting inside, mostly playing educational games or reading books you didn’t really understand.

As you near the playground your heart starts to race inside your chest when you see a dark silhouette, leaning against the wall of the building next to the playground, forming the perfect shape of a young god with his hands in his pockets. The empty sensation of being in love filling up your stomach, and the heat rising to your face when you see his wide set eyes taking you in as he sees you nearing him. 

The heavy breathing causes you to freeze in position when you stand only five feet away from him.

Pushing himself off the wall with his heel while eyeing you intensively, he takes a few steps towards you, gently takes your hand and softly guides you to the wall. Taking your face in his right hand, his thumb gently strokes the line of your jaw while he studies every inch of your face before looking back into your eyes. The familiar scent of him filling up your senses as he strokes your face in a loving manner.

Your memory of him had gone vague after the days and you couldn’t believe how much more beautiful he was in the flesh. You were almost angry at yourself for not remembering every perfect inch of his face. Your eyes, glued to his lips as your breathing becomes more heavily as you fantasize about feeling them on yours yet again.

‘’I’m gonna kiss you,’’ He then whispers in a low tone, and you almost flinch in reaction. Blinking a few times while staring into his eyes, you quickly nod and you see his lips instantly curving into a sly smile. With that, he inches his lips over to yours and the feeling of his soft lips pressing onto yours causes a tingle to rise over your back. As his lips dance with yours, his hand glides down your neck, gently grabbing it to intensify the kiss. When he starts kissing along your jaw line, down your neck, you feel the heat rising in your core and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to still your senses.

‘’I can’t fucking stay away from you, (Y/N),’’ He grunts as he gently bites down onto the tender flesh of your neck. Moaning at the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin, you feel the bulge in his jeans pressing onto your stomach, making you instantly fantasize about him filling you up completely.

‘’Jimin.. What horrible things did you do? ’’ You breathe, as you remember the words he said to you through the phone.

‘’Don’t worry about it, baby.’’ He purrs as he presses his lips onto yours again. When you feel his hand squeeze your butt longingly, a moan escapes your mouth, muffled by the kiss. After a few minutes of eager squeezes and clothes pulling, you reach for Jimin’s jeans and open his button with a snap. Giving in eagerly, Jimin’s bulls down his jeans, showing his firm and muscled thighs and his white boxers covering his throbbing member. He then hungrily lifts up your skirt and then hastily lifts your legs onto his hips. You knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The sound of your rapid breath fills the quiet space around you, and just as you’re preparing yourself to take him in, you open your eyes to a familiar sound.

‘’(Y/N)?’’

When you open your eyes in shock, you see your uncle standing ten feet away, His eyes wide with horror and his hand covering his mouth.

[jonsa-creatives]

Jonsa Summer Challenge - Day 1 - Food & Drink or Travel

Entry by @lathwell55

Inspired by a prompt from @qinaliel (thank you my lovely)

The life of Sansa Stark would be a strange one to walk for the majority of people on this earth. Being born into one of the country’s top political families and then becoming a shining star on stage and screen might seem perfectly ideal (and Sansa herself would admit, she’s more than lucky with most aspects of her life) but it really does hit home that her life is not her own one balmy summer night.

Joffrey, a fellow actor and very, very recent ex fiancé had recently started dating Margaery Tyrell. It was all over the media, making it desperately difficult for Sansa to escape his smug wormy face wherever she went. Not only could she not escape them, but the paps seemed to want to know exactly how many tears she had shed for her asshole ex, and precisely which note of bitterness was left on the tip of her tongue.

They’d follow her wherever she went - there was no escape, whether it be at a quiet lunch with a friend or simply popping to the convenience store to grab some milk. But that wasn’t the worst of it - it was the questions and insults that would spew from their rancid mouths behind the incessant flashes of their bulky cameras.

“Sansa! Sansa! Did Joff dump you because you wouldn’t blow him often enough?”

“You gonna get your tits done like Margaery’s?”

“That’s a short skirt Sansa - are you looking to get fucked tonight?”

She knew it was all to get a rise out of her - for the chance to be the ones to capture the very shot of when perfect Sansa Stark took a running leap into the pool of curdled anger and lash out at one of these idiots. She very nearly did once. She had been stopped by a group of fans in the street one ordinary Wednesday afternoon, when, whilst distracted signing autographs and taking selfies, an unknown man growled loudly beside her.

“What are you doing?! Get up you perverted fucker!”

Sansa turned to see a pap on his back on the floor, the lens of his camera pointed upward as he was apparently attempting to take a snap up her pale pink floaty skirt. She watched with a gasp as the man who had called the perpetrator out heave him up off the ground and manhandle him away in a blur of dark hair and denim shirt. She thought that there were a few fists flying but couldn’t be sure as she was quickly enveloped once more by a sea of smiling faces  as her fans waited for the chance to talk to her.

It was then that she decided that she needed a break.

There weren’t that many places that Sansa Stark could go and be unnoticed, but she could rock the standard disguise ensemble of hat and big sunglasses with the best of them and she desperately wanted some form of retreat. With that in mind, Sansa decided to book a couple of weeks away in the sun. Nothing too flashy, maybe a Greek Island or two.

So here she was, toes curling in the slowly cooling sand of a quiet beach in Mykonos, enjoying watching the evening sun melt into the sea. Going on holiday alone had been a strange prospect at first, but she soon found the experience to be strangely releasing. She could do as she pleased and she needn’t think of anyone else before herself.

And so far no one has recognised me, Sansa thought with a blissful sigh as she listened to the gentle lapping of the waves as they licked the sand and retreated back to the depths of the ocean.

Click wirr.....click-click wirr....click wirr...

Shit.

Sansa turned her head to peer over the shoulder towards the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter and scowled at the perpetrator.

The man in question was a decent distance away and a little behind her, he was crouching on his haunches, his huge camera obscuring his face.

“I wondered how long it would take one of you lot to find me” Sansa huffed and turned back to face the reds and oranges that burnt into the sky.

“Err...I’m sorry?”

Sansa twisted her body to face him, narrowing her eyes when she recognised his face. She often tries desperately to ignore the existence of the paparazzi as they follow her in and out of buildings or cars, but there’s the odd few that she knows by sight; there’s the large one who’s gut has a dangerously unhealthy girth (he’s normally the first to say something salacious or down right insulting), then there’s the short one who uses far too much gel in his hair and likes to get uncomfortably close with his camera lens....and then there’s this guy.

On the odd occasion that his camera leaves his face, Sansa has been slightly taken aback by how handsome it is, with his warm grey eyes, his full lips framed by a scruff of dark facial hair and his head of inky curls. Whenever she notices that he is amongst the throng of nudging elbows and flashing lights, she notes that he doesn’t shout or holler, he doesn't push and shove to get the perfect shot of her as she’s getting out of a car with a skirt on....in fact, he’s probably not a very good pap at all. But he is normally there, clicking away with the rest of them.

“You heard me” she huffs “I can’t get away can I?...One way or another, one of you will find me.”

The man’s eyes widens as he scans her face. “Sansa Stark!” he exclaims in a breath, like he’d never seen her before, or like he hadn’t known it was her.

Oh.

“I....I was just..” he stutters and gestures from his bulky camera out to the setting sun “your silhouette....as you sat there...with the sun setting..I’m so sorry, I’ll-” he stands, letting the heavy camera fall to his torso as it clings around his neck with wide black straps. “I’ll leave you be, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was you.”

“You didn’t realise?”

The man shakes his head bashfully in response as he wipes sand from the back of his shorts.

“Make a habit of snapping photos of random girls on holiday then do you?” Sansa asks, unable to stop the small smile from painting her lips with amusement at this awkward exchange.

“Not normally, no” he says, taking a tentative step forward in the sand. “I normally stick to scenery or wildlife, but you-....it looked beautiful the way you were gazing out to the ocean.”

“Scenery or wildlife huh? That why you were there last week when I was clothes shopping in Oxford Street?”

“Ye-yeah, well, I wasn’t far away when I got the call that you were in-in the area, so...” the dark haired man started to rub at the back of his neck nervously as he stared down at the sand “You...you noticed me?” he asked, peeking up at her through his lashes.

“Well you were right behind the guy who asked me what colour underwear I was wearing.” Sansa said, throwing Captain Awkward a smirk.

“Terry’s a jerk...I’m sorry that you have to put up with that kind of thing...the shouting and all.”

“I’ve had worse” Sansa shrugs. It doesn’t excuse the fact, but it’s the truth. “Besides, I’ve never once heard you shout a thing at me....or barge your way to the front of the crowd and shove your camera in my face.”

“It’s just rude, I guess.”

Sansa laughs softly as her fingers rake patterns into the cool sand. “Then you can’t be very good at your job.”

“I’m not....not really” he agrees “I only got into it through a friend, my heart’s not in it....but I need the money.”

Sansa nods in understanding and shifts her gaze back to her hands as she starts pushing a small pile of sand to cover her feet where she has her legs tucked under herself to one side. Mr polite pap seems to take this as his cue to retreat as he takes a couple of steps backwards. Just as he’s about to twist his body to face the promenade behind them, he stops and strides up to Sansa instead.

“I’m Jon by the way, Jon Snow” he says, thrusting out his hand.

Sansa looks up at him and his offered greeting. The friendly nerves clear in his eyes and the quick lick of his lips, it spurs her on to shake his hand and pat the sand next to her. “Take a pew Jon Snow.”

Slowly, but surely as they talk amiably, Jon’s nerves melt away not unlike the sun into the horizon. They talk about their lives back home and her crazy career. Sansa learns about his friend Sam who apparently had booked this holiday with Jon as a lads get away, only for him to bail when he found out that his girlfriend was pregnant. It’s nearing pitch black when Jon helps Sansa to her feet and they make their way back towards the lights of civilisation.

“Baby blue.” Sansa says, her feet kicking up sand as she walks.

“I’m sorry?”

“The colour of my underwear that day in Oxford Street - baby blue.” Sansa grins to herself at the little throat clearing noise she hears from Jon’s direction. It’s dark - so dark that she can’t see the blush on his cheeks, but she’s pretty sure that it’s there as she laughs softly at the little glaces Jon throws at her all the way back to the promenade.

Two days after meeting Jon, it was the last day of her holiday and Sansa was sat alone in the al fresco area of a quaint little restaurant, big floppy ‘holiday hat’ and large sunglasses firmly in place as she waits for her food to arrive.

Should have bought a book with me, she thinks, her fingers skimming the petals of the single vivid orange gerbera sat in a little vase on her table. With a sigh and another glance over the menu, Sansa decides that a good session of people-watching is in order.

With her glass of crisp, cold white wine pressed to her lips, ready for the occasional sip, she gazes out to the people passing by on the cobbled pavement. A faint and slightly pained smile graces her lips as she realises that the majority of people milling about are couples. Happy ones.

“Erm...Sansa?” comes a voice, bringing her back to the present. She blinks up at the origin of said voice and can’t help the genuine smile that comes once she realises who it belongs to.

“Jon.”

“Hi” he says, returning her smile with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He shuffles his feet a little awkwardly as neither of them break the strange heady atmosphere between them.

“Is this man bothering you Miss Stark?” a waiter says, appearing out of nowhere and bursting the bubble. Sansa frowns, she hadn’t realised that anyone had recognised her.

“No, no” she smiles “he’s with me....sit down Jon” she says, pushing the opposite chair out with her foot.

“I can’t believe I’m kissing Sansa Stark.” Jon muffles into her neck between presses of lips and swipes of tongue.

“Shut up” Sansa giggles in response.

“You shut up - I’m ecstatic! Nothing this good ever happens to me.” he responds making Sansa laugh and then gasp when he hooks a large hand behind her thigh and hitches her leg over his hip as he presses her against the wall of her holiday villa.

“Wine makes you funny.”

“Wine makes me horny.”

“Mmmmm...me too.” Sansa responds, rocking her hips against his and burying her fingers in his hair.

“YOU SLEPT WITH A PAP?!? ARE YOU INSANE?!” Arya hollers down the phone, so loudly that Sansa has to hold it away from her ear.

“Yeah” she says, worrying her lip as she walks past her still packed luggage and throws herself down on the sofa back home in her London townhouse “and that’s not the worst part.”

“There’s a worse part?! Was he terrible?”

“No” Sansa smirks to herself “quite the opposite.” Her smile turning into a full beam when she remembers just how Jon had practically worshipped her body, layering her with pleasure upon pleasure and then holding her tight afterwards. Her grin disappears as quickly as it appeared “No I-......I may or may not have posed for a few....explicit photos” she winces at her words and starts to bite her thumbnail waiting for her sister’s response.

“You posed for-...WHAT THE ACTUAL EVER-LOVING FUCK SANSA?! THIS COULD RUIN YOU! THIS COULD RUIN THE FAMILY”

“I know! I know! Don’t you think I know that?!”

“Then why did you-”

“He was so sweet and genuine and caring and adorably awkward and.....and fucking hotter than the sun.” Sansa can’t help but let the fear crack her voice. This could ruin her. This could ruin her whole family. If Jon sends those photos to the press-

Just then, a knock comes from her front door, interrupting Arya’s frantic speech about contacting their lawyers and forcing Sansa to bite back the sob that was forming in her throat.

And then there, on her doorstep, was Jon. Roll-along suitcase behind him and big bulky camera in hand.

“Jon” Sansa breathed in surprise. His smile falters when he looks in her eyes.

“Sansa? Are you alright?”

“I...um...how do you know where I live?” she says, changing the subject and sniffing back her panic.

“I may be a useless pap, but I have some connections” he smiles softly before shifting on his feet, clearing his throat and fumbling with the camera in his hands. “Here” he says, handing over a small blue memory card “as much as I would like to keep those photos for myself, I....well, I figured that you’re probably loosing your mind over what I might do with them.”

“Oh” Sansa says, staring at the little piece of technology in her hand “thank you Jon.” She narrows her eyes and looks back at him “how do I know you haven’t made copies?” she half-teases. Jon shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs.

“Trust?” He suggests.

Now there’s a novel concept.

Somehow, she can’t help it - the way Jon makes her feel - like none of the shit of the past few months matters anymore, or that perhaps it was all just a nightmare she had to endure to be able to stumble into a pleasant dream.

A small, tinny voice breaks the silence between them and Sansa quickly realises that she’s still holding her phone.

“Hello? Hello? Sans? You still there?” Arya calls out.

“Yeah, I’m still here” Sansa replies after lifting the phone back to her ear. “Listen, Arya, don’t call the lawyers, I think we’re good.”

“We’re good? Sans? Who are you with? What’s happened?”

“It’s that guy I was talking about” she explains whilst maintaining eye contact and a smile with Jon.

“The pap?!”

“Yeah...he’s-” Sansa looks down at the little memory card as she rolls it around in her hand “he’s given me the photos.” Looking back up at Jon, she can’t help the little flutter in her tummy at his smile and raised brow.

“Well thank fuck for that!”

“Yeah....look, Arya, I gotta go, speak later ok?”

“Alright, but - at the risk of sounding like our mother - don’t you ever do anything like that again!”

Sansa lets out a musical giggle as she grabs Jon by the wrist and all but yanks him inside her home. “I can’t promise anything” she laughs down the phone at her sister before ending the call, pocketing her phone and pushing the worst pap in all of London up against the wall.

[seriphthefox-blog]

Knox (Original story)

I decided to make a gay fic with my actual fursona, Seriph, and what I believe a love interest for him would be, Knox. This is one that I’m going to actually finish hopefully (considering I’ve written part of three different ones in the past that I never finished). If you enjoy it please let me know and I will be very grateful. Sorry for any misspelling.

(Chapter 1)

I was sound asleep at sometime in the morning I think. Maybe. I don’t know. I say ‘was’ because the sound of knocking on my bedroom door woke me up.

“What?!”

“Get up!”

“Leave me alone Destin!”

I rolled over and pulled the pillow onto my face in an attempt to down out the noise. That didn’t help as his persistence got to me.

“Alright! Just stop!”

I jumped out of bed not bothering to put on a shirt and swung the door open.

“What do you want? And what time is it?”

“C'mon. Get yourself ready.”

“For?”

“Were going out somewhere. And you are gonna get, or at least try to get, somebody.”

“Excuse me?”

“You live in the apartment all alone, not counting me, and you almost never leave the damn building. Not the greatest way to live.”

“I don’t tell you how to live your life, do I?”

“True. But you still should get out of the house. Or apartment rather.”

“God. You sound like my dad.”

“Don’t insult me like that.”

That statement earned a chuckle from me.

“Either way, my girlfriend is coming with us since she’s free for today.”

“Oh great. Now you want to make me depressed.”

“Oh shut up. You’ll find somebody. If you don’t I’ll wear the frilliest dress possible in public.”

“Now that I’d love to see.”

A series of knocks on the door drew his attention away from our banter.

“That must be her.”

He went over and opened the door for her.

“Hey Destin!”

“Alis.”

They shared a hug before she noticed me standing behind him.

“You trying to swoon me now Seriph? You know I’m taken.”, she asked taking in the fact I had no shirt on.

“Are you for real?”

“I’m kidding. Come here you.”

This was Destin’s girlfriend, Alis, if you didn’t already know. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.

I shared a quick hug with her as well before I grabbed a shirt from my room.

“So where is it were going anyway?”, I ask as I slip into a deep red t-shirt.

“We’re going to a bar downtown. It opened up only a week or so ago and we wanted to check it out.”

“Sounds nice. I’m in.”

“C'mon you’ve gotta…what?”

“What do you mean what Destin? I said I’m good with it.”

“It’s just that-”

“I usually bitch and moan and then don’t go. I know. Is it really so odd for me to say yes for once?”

“Kinda. But either way I’m glad you’re agreeing for once. Let’s go.”

“Okay. Nobody gave me the time yet.”

“It’s about 7:35 pm.”

“That’s late as hell. And I assume we’re going in your girl’s car?”

“Yep. Unless you want to drive your car.”

“Nah. I’d rather not unless I need to.”

“That makes sense.”

“Are you ladies gonna keep talking or are we gonna go drink?”

“Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to talk too much Alis?”

She playfully swung at me and not surprisingly I moved out of the way.

“Better luck next time sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna get you at some point. Let’s go.” —– We all huddled into her car with me sitting in the back seat which was good so I could at least try and keep my thoughts to myself as Alis drove us to the bar.

“What’s the name of this place anyway?”

“Bibentes I believe. It’s Latin for 'Drinking’ if memory serves from school.”

“That’s a little on the nose don’t you think?”

“Don’t blame her. Blame the people that opened the place.”

“I know. I’m just saying.” —– It took only about 20 minutes to get down to the place. Mainly because we went at a time pretty much everyone was getting off work.

She pulled into the lot and we all entered the venue, quickly being hit with some popular music.

The inside was a lot bigger than I’d expect a bar to be but not the size of a nightclub. Although it did have a dance floor and a dj. So I guess it’s a mini club? I don’t know.

“Nice place.”

“Good. Me and Alis are gonna dance. You can do what you want.”

“Go have fun.”

They buggered off while I sat at the far end of the bar. No sooner had I sat down did a glass plop down front of me.

“Welcome. What can I get you?”

“Something good.”

“I guess that it’s my choice then.”

“I guess so.”

He grabbed one bottle and tossed it in the air before grabbing a drink mixer. He grabbed the bottle by the neck over the mixer filled it a third of the way.

He grabbed two more and juggled them around before pouring a little of each into the mixer.

He covered it and tossed it in the air, spinning around and grabbing a different glass before catching the mixer again. Then he just shook it and poured the concoction into the high ball glass.

“And there you go.”

“Thanks. Nice show too.”

“You’re welcome.”

I through a 20 on the table along with a few singles to pay for my drink. He went off to another customer and I got up from my seat. The thing is that as soon as I turn around I ended up walking into somebody, spilling my drink in the process and falling to the ground.

“Okay. That hurt.”

“I’m sorry. You okay?”

I looked up to see a grey wolf standing over me. He was wearing blue jeans and a light grey, almost white, jacket.

“I’m fine.”

He pulled me up to my feet and I could now see his baby blue eyes a little better.

I quickly noticed the fairly sized stain on his jacket.

“Looks like I ruined your clothes.”

I pointed to the large stain on his chest. I felt kind of guilty about it even though it was an accident.

“It’s nothing. The jacket is only like $10. Besides, I can wash it out.”

“I still feel guilty though.”

“Like I said, it’s okay.”

“Didn’t take you long did it? You jerk.”

I would’ve thought it was Destin if the voice didn’t sound angry and slightly higher pitched. I turned around and what I saw was a white deer, skinny, a year or two younger than me, and dressed in shorts that only girls should probably wear and a purple shirt missing the sleeves.

“What do you care? We broke up remember?”

“Only three days ago you asshole!”

“For your information Lyle I bumped into the guy, ok? Secondly, why would you care? You’re the one who agreed to end the relationship. I didn’t force you to.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to do something like this.”

This isn’t something that needed to happen so I tried to say something.

“Calm down okay. I didn’t know anything about this.”

“Fuck you.”

He took his glass and tried to throw his drink in my face. I ducked and it made a puddle in the ground behind me instead.

“Really? Try harder.”

He threw a punch and I just caught his fist and redirected it causing him to fall.

“Let’s go you.”

I dragged him outside by the collar of his shirt and let him go on the side walk.

“Now get the fuck out of here. And don’t ever try to punch me again.”

I went back inside and the bartender gave me a thankful nod.

I turned my attention back to the wolf.

“And old flame?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a real piece of work.”

“I know. But when you have someone as cute as him you learn to deal with it. I’m Knox by the way.” He held out his hand.

“Seriph.”

I shook his hand which kind of hurt because of his pretty strong grip.

“So what brings you here Seriph?”

“A friend of mine. Along with his girlfriend.”

“Not a socialist huh?”

“Not really. Or rather not completely. I’ll get out of my apartment by choice when the mood strikes me. Which isn’t too often.”

“I used to be like that when I was wasn’t much younger than I am now. Wasn’t too good for me. But then I met Lyle and we’d been together for a little over three years as of a few days ago.”

“Speaking of which what was that about?”

“We broke up two or three days ago. The love in the relationship kinda fizzled out for me but apparently it hadn’t for him yet. He didn’t take my request to well because he smashed a hole in my wall with tv remote.”

“That’s a thing.”

“Yeah. I fixed it before I came down here tonight so I just have to paint over it now after it drys.”

“Well you can forget about him now. He’s not a problem anymore.”

“Yeah. Thanks for getting him out of here.”

“No problem.”

“So…”

“So what?”

“Were both just standing here. Tell me a little about yourself.”

“There’s not much to tell. I usually sit at home watching tv and doing whatever to make time go by. I’m not really an interesting person. I mean I went to a concert a few weeks ago but that’s about it. How about you?”

“I work here sometimes actually. Today I’m off but I decided to come down here and have a drink. Try to take my mind of Lyle.”

“I guess as security? You’re a sizable person.”

“Yeah. I usually throw out the hooligans that’ll start a problem, like Lyle.”

“He sure was a handful.”

“I know. He’s roughly 110 so he isn’t exactly a lightweight for most people.”

“I get where you’re going with that but all I did was just drag him across the floor. Not exactly that hard.”

“True but anyway to get someone outside works.”

“I guess.”

“Thanks again for helping with Lyle. I usually would deal with him myself but I’m glad you helped.”

“You sound like a broken record.”

“So be it. Anyway here.” He reached into his pocket and produced a pen and piece of paper. After scribbling something down on it he handed it to me. “You’ll know what to do with that. See you around kid.”

“I’m 22 dude.”

“Well you look a little younger. See ya.”

“Bye.”

I stared down at the slip of paper which had a string of numbers on it along with his name in script under it.

My facial expression became confused because what was written on it was his cellphone number. I don’t really understand why he’s give it to me but I can’t dwell on it now. I shoved the paper into my pocket jut before someone called for my attention.

“Hey Seriph.”

“Yo Destin. Are you guys really gonna leave now?”

“I mean we’ve been here for a little over an hour already. Besides there isn’t too much we can do here anyway.”

“Did you guys drink at all?”

“I had one and Destin had a couple.”

“Yoink.” I snagged the keys from her hand, spinning them around my finger. “Then neither of you are driving.”

“Give me my keys.”

“Uh uh. I’m the only one that didn’t drink so I’m driving. And Alis, you’re not driving home either. You’re staying over for the night. Now come on.”

I got into her car and started it before they hopped in as well. —–

We were almost back to my apartment when Alis spoke up for the first time on the way back.

“Hey Seriph?”

“S'up.”

“Did you meet anyone there?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I saw you talking to some guy before we left.”

I slammed in the brakes at the comment. Thankfully there wasn’t any traffic around. Since we were just a block from the building I parked on the side of the road before I gave an answer.

“I’m not allowed to talk to people or something?”

“You can. It’s just that I also saw you throw someone out and they seemed to have a problem with him. What was that?”

“An old friend of his. He explained what happened, he tried to swing at me and I was having none of it. So I dragged his ass out the door. End of story.”

“Okay. I thought something else was going on in that conversation. Like the taller guy was hitting on you or something.”

“Alis, I’m not the best looking fox around. Besides, I’m sure he’d have a better taste in men if I had to take a guess.”

“Maybe. Then again I’m not a guy.”

“Yeah. Now go to sleep the two of you.”

They went to Destin’s room while I dropped onto the couch.

I pulled the slip of paper out and just stared at it.

“I don’t get why he gave me his number. Either way, it’ll be nice to make a friend.”

I put it back in my pocket before I fell asleep.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 51 - Settling back into normality

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapter 51 - Settling back into normality

[Blake settles back into a routine, and meets a new face...]

(It’s a long one, but worth getting to the end of ;) )

"So you think you'll be going to those drinks that Maud and Alan are hosting tonight?" asked Tara, one entire week later.

Two and half long weeks had passed now, since Blake's return to Alexandria, and despite how much the caramel-blonde woman's heart still ached, life was slowly getting more bearable.

It was currently mid-afternoon on a gloriously sunny day, and Blake and Tara had just helped with lugging sacks of compost and garden fertilizer over to the gardens in the centre of the walled-community.

It had been hard work, and the pair, grateful to go home and have a shower each, as well as a nice cold glass of water, were slowly making their way back to their homes on the far side of the long row of buildings.

Blake gave a sigh, retying the plaid shirt that sat, now, at her waist, long since having been unbuttoned from her shoulders in the burning heat of the day.

"I'm not sure," she said glancing down at the dusty ground before them as they walked. "I don't really feel in the mood to deal with small talk, and if Rick's there, he's only going to bother me about information on the Sanctuary again."

She rolled her eyes which caused Tara to give a laugh and stare up at the caramel-blond woman out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm sure he won't," she reassured her gently. "I mean you've told him all you know, right?"

Blake suddenly felt guilt wash over her.

She certainly hadn't told Rick everything she knew.

For the past two and a half weeks now, Blake had lied about the events that had taken place back at the Sanctuary. Merely telling Rick and the people here, that she had been kept in a cell most of the time, and the moment she had been released, well that was when David had struck.

As far as they were concerned, she had barely seen Negan during her stay there, not having anything much to do with him at all. And that had been the biggest lie.

In fact she had had more to do with Negan than any other person there.

And now, even after weeks, Blake still missed him.

She missed Mia too.

Missed the life she had once had there, with them both.

It was strange. Being back here, with a house to herself, breathing in the fresh air every day…it felt more claustrophobic that the large looming factory ever had.

The space and the open-air crushing her….making her feel small and insignificant.

There had felt like a queen up in her tower….walking beside a king each and every day.

But now Blake was trying her hardest not to dwell on Negan anymore.

Memories of him. His touch, his scent…his taste on her tongue…it was all too much for her to bare.

He was probably back there right now, barley even remembering she existed, probably with someone else to distract him now…another woman maybe…

And Blake….well, the thought of that tore her apart inside. But she knew that, either way, she wanted Negan to be happy. She wanted him to be there, as smug and as arrogant as ever, enjoying his life…

And maybe she needed to do the same.

It was then, as if on cue, Tara nudged her with a sudden sharp elbow in her ribs.

"Ow, what was-" Blake began, before suddenly following the dark-haired woman's gaze, over to where a tall man, around Blake's age with dark hair was stood, a shovel in one hand, wiping sweat from his brow with the other.

That was Steve.

He had arrived here in the few weeks that Blake had been gone, having been found by Aaron off on a scouting mission for other survivors.

He was of course handsome and sweet, and had had accidentally bumped into Blake on her way back from the food stores with Eric one day,knocking the items she had been carrying from her hands, before politely helping to pick them up for her.

"Steve's cute, don't you think?" said Tara, shooting Blake a poignant look, and whispering less-than-subtly to her. "Maybe he'll be at the party later?"

But Blake pursed her lips, shooting Tara a bemused, unimpressed look.

"And so what if he is," she said tutting at her friend.

But as the pair of them walked by Steve, he lifted his hand, giving them a wave, his eyes immediately reaching Blake.

"Hi!" he said with a charming smile.

And Blake certainly felt her cheeks redden as she muttered a brief hello in return and grasped Tara's sleeve hastily.

"Hurry up," she hissed, quickening her pace slightly and marching her friend swiftly away, before they could linger near to Steve any longer.

But the moment they had rounded the corner out of earshot, a laughing Tara turned to Blake, jabbing her in the shoulder with her finger.

"You like him, don't you?" said the dark-haired woman, beaming and cocking her head to the side. "And he certainly has the hots for you!"

Blake rolled her eyes and tutted yet again, shoving past Tara, but unable to help the smile that twitched its way onto her lips.

Steve was good-looking yes, and seemed…. well, sweet. But that did not mean she was interested in him.

No, Blake didn't need anyone but herself right now, despite how much Tara nagged her.

"Come on," said Blake with a passive huff, shaking her head amusedly at her dark-haired friend. "I need to go shower. And maybe then I'll think about whether or not I'm gonna go to this drinks thing."

Tara grinned, swaying back and forth as she watched Blake go. "Yes! I knew I'd convince you," she said cheerfully, before raising a single eyebrow skyward. "Or, was it actually the idea that Stevemight be there tonight, that convinced you-"

But Blake pressed her hand to her ears theatrically, as she headed up the steps towards her own porch.

"Nope, nope, nope," she said in a sing-song voice. "I can't hear you!"

But she did however, hear Tara laugh from behind her.

"Whatever, blondie," she called after her. "I'll see you at seven."

And with a smile to herself, Blake shoved open her front door , heading inside her cool and dimly lit house.

It was quiet in here, and it still felt odd to Blake that once that door was closed, it was just here, alone with her thoughts.

Before now, she had always had David sniffing round, and even after his demise, Negan had not been far behind, showing up and bothering her at all hours at the Sanctuary.

But here, Blake just had herself for company in the eerie silence that seemed to follow her around her large and spacious home.

The house had obviously been built for a family. With plush furnishings, soft throw rugs, plump cushion that lined the expensive grey couches. The kitchen was fully equipped with whatever Blake needed. Even the sheets upstairs had a high thread-count and were as soft as anything. Years ago, when she had lived in the city, Blake would only have dreamed of having a place as nice as this. Perhaps with a husband as well as a couple of kids running around.

This was the kind of home, you'd see in a catalogue at Christmas, a dream that had always been way off for her….but even now, despite her living here, she knew that dream of hers would never come true.

She had lost Mia….lost any hope of ever having that family she so desired.

Now it was just her.

Alone.

Blake let out a small sigh as she slowly climbed the stairs, untying the plaid shirt from her waist, before pulling off her white t-shirt and tossing it into a laundry hamper at the top of the long , wide staircase.

Kicking off her shoes too, she padded into the large white and pristine bathroom, stripping out of the reminder of her clothes and underwear, before gazing up at her reflection in the mirror above the washbasin.

She looked good today, with tan lingering across her cheeks and collarbone now, and her eyes bright and fresh-looking. Remembering briefly how she had looked when David had had his hold over her, looking gaunt,, steely and cold, with dark circles beneath her eyes almost constantly.

But that weight was now gone from her shoulders, which was a relief, not only on her body, but on her mind too.

She gave another long sigh and made to turn to step into the shower, but just as she did so, from the window she spotted a sudden figure staring up at her, a sudden figure who, as soon as his eye caught hers, hurriedly turned away, red-faced and went back to his digging.

Steve.

He lived just a couple of houses away, and Blake had never realised that with her window wide open, it had a direct view into his front garden.

Fuck.

She hurriedly pulled herself away from the window, covering her bare and naked body from sight, her cheeks turning pink.

Oh god.

Blake hurriedly tugged the window shut, cringing to herself, before heading into her shower like she was supposed to.

Crap. How the hell was she ever going to look him in the eye again?

Ten minutes later and Blake had finished her shower, hair washed, tanned skin scrubbed and exfoliated, extremities shaved to perfection, as she headed back into her bedroom, towel wrapped around her middle.

She was still in two minds about going tonight.

As she had said to Tara, small-talk with people she barely knew wasn't high on her list of priorities these days. But this was the sort of thing around here that people were expected to go to.

That was the sub-urban life that she had so longed for after all.

Blake rifled in her closet, damp hair clinging to her shoulders.

Maybe if she could find something to wear then that would change her mind.

There were clothes in here that had already been in the wardrobe when Blake had moved in here, some that fitted her, some that she hadn't even bothered to examine since she had arrived.

She plucked at a pretty dark navy dress, but hurriedly shoved it aside. Perhaps something as clingy or as sexy as that was not appropriate for a drinks party at a sixty year-olds home.

But Blake smiled as her fingers suddenly drifted down a pretty black and white summer dress with a ditsy sort of flower print across the front.

It would probably be perfect, especially in this sort of heat, and so Blake tugged it hurriedly from the hanger, flinging it down onto the bed and admiring it.

Blake remembered back fondly to the last time she had worn a dress, given to her by Negan himself, and made to wear it to dinner with bearded Saviour.

That had been the start of everything for her. With David gone, Blake had truly felt like she had been given a chance…feeling beautiful…even under Negan's lustful stare.

But even that she had enjoyed…he had wanted her then…..and Blake had to admit, that she had very much wanted him too.

She gave another sigh, biting at her lip for a long moment as she remembered.

All that seemed like a lifetime away now. A bittersweet memory…of someone she would maybe never see again.

Blake dragged her eyes painfully away, plucking a matching set of plain back underwear from a drawer, before slipping them neatly over her curves.

Maybe tonight would be good for her. Maybe she could have drink. Maybe it would help her forget, to put thoughts of Negan aside….if only for one night.

Blake quickly ran a brush through her caramel locks, before throwing on the dress, zipping it neatly up at the side.

It fitted her well, falling to her lower thighs and accentuating her wide hips and small waist perfectly.

But Blake had barely a moment to linger, as there came a brief noise from downstairs. A loud knocking, which caused the blond woman to frown to herself, glancing over her shoulder down in the direction of the hallway.

It couldn't be Tara, as 7pm was still at least two hours away, but her mind suddenly drifted to Rick.

It had been a few days since he, Michonne, Carl or anyone else had come to bother her on the subject of the Saviours. But Blake knew for a fact that it wasn't likely he had given up that easily.

She let out an irritable puff or air before heading back out of her bedroom, onto the landing, and heading swiftly down the staircase, taking the steps two by two.

"Just coming," she called in a huffy tone, not particularly in the mood to be interrogated, as she reached the hallway and tugged open her large, white front door with a frown plastered cross her forehead.

But Blake immediately faltered slightly, as she saw just who was standing there.

Her eyes widening and her mouth going dry.

She let go of the door, letting it swing completely open, as her cheeks turned pink.

"S-Steve," she said slightly breathlessly, as her eyes fell on the tall, brown-haired young guy, standing before her. He was muscular with a broad chest, big biceps and blue eyes, and lifted his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish.

"Blake," he said quickly back, mouthing at the air for a second, before his eyes drifted down to what she was wearing. "You- uh…..you look great."

Blake's blush deepened instantly at this.

"I…..um…..thanks…." she managed to gulp out a little awkwardly.

God, what was wrong with her…ok, maybe he had seen her naked, but he certainly wasn't the first guy who had.

Steve before her gave a gulp of his own, licking at his lips and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Listen," he said in a rushed sounding voice. "I wasn't spying on you…upstairs like that….I just…..I saw you…. and then you saw me…..a-and as soon as I realised…."

Blake winced internally.

He had seen her. Fuck.

That pink tinge to her cheeks certainly was not going anywhere now!

"Its fine," she murmured back, trying to force a smile. "I should've remembered to shut my window before I got naked…"

And at this, Steve gave a relived sort of laugh, as the mood lightened slightly.

"Again, I'm so sorry," he said shaking his head. "I don't want you to think I'm some sort of pervert."

Blake gave a small chuckle her eyes drifting down to the floor momentarily , before she looked up again.

"I don't," she said gently, flashing a smile in his direction.

And for a moment, Steve's eyes glazed over with a familiar sort of look, as he tilted his head, gazing back at her.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Blake recognised that look.

"I was wondering," said Steve once again after a moment, looking at her almost shyly. "…are you going to Maud and Alan's thing tonight? I mean I don't really know them that well….I mean, I don't really know anyone that well…but I just thought….if you are thinking of going…then maybe….you might wanna walk there…..together?"

Blake's heart jumped into her throat, as she stared up at Steve a little startled.

He was nice and everything….but…..

"Uh, s-sure," Blake replied…delaying as long as she could. "I…ummm…well Tara said she's going too…so maybe I can just….uhhh….maybe I can just see you there instead?"

She gave a him a smile, trying to be as gentle as possible.

But to her relief Steve gave her a bright smile, puffing out his chest happily.

"Great," he said with a nod. "It's a date then!"

But Blake's face dropped slightly.

That was NOT what she had been suggesting.

But before she could say anything, she was distracted by a small commotion just over Steve's shoulder, across the street where Joni, a short blonde-haired woman was hurriedly ushering her two young kids inside, as her husband ran in the opposite direction, followed by two other men from over the street.

But Blake's eyes soon flickered back to Steve.

"I…uhhh…yeah…fine," she said a little distracted now, as the tall man grinned back at her.

"Cool," he replied, eyeing her again. "And, you really do look like a million bucks by the way. That dress looks great on you."

Blake blinked, and gaped momentarily, before flicking a strand of damp hair from her face.

"Ummm…thanks," she said politely, as Steve made to turn on his heel and leave.

"See you there at seven then," he called back over his shoulder at her, throwing her one last wave, as he strolled slowly back down the pathway and around the corner, out of sight.

Fuck.

What the hell had Blake just gotten herself into?

Not only had she pretty much flashed Steve her bare breasts, but she had now agreed to go on a date with him.

Well agreed was not exactly the word she would have chosen.

Blake grumbled to herself, placing one hand to the door and making to close it, but just as she did so….. Father Gabriel flew past her front door, running as fast as his legs could carry him, followed swiftly by Aaron.

Blake took a step forward onto her porch her lips parting as she watched them.

"Aaron," she called out, causing the brown haired guy to stop in his tracks and turn towards her, completely out of breath. "W-What going on? What's happening?"

But Aaron, placing his hand to the knees of his jeans, doubling over to catch his breath for a second, shook his head.

"I-I-It's him," he said catching his breath for a moment before standing once again, up straight, and looking at her. "He's here…."

Blake took another step forwards and stared back at Aaron questioningly.

But before she could say anything else, he had answered the question for her.

"Negan's here."

And with that, Aaron had turned on his heel and was gone.

Leaving Blake standing there…completely alone…..

…unable to help, or even hide, the small smile that seemed to drift its way across her face…

Negan was here.

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