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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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More “biting” 😉 stories of coops please?

Anon 1: Do you think you’d be willing to do more kinky coops? Maybe a follow up to truth or drink where Sirius gets tied up again?

Anon 2: Mixed prompts 80-83 pls!!

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! This is part 1 of today’s fics--hope you enjoy! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove, whom I love and adore.

TW for restraint kink, edging, smut, and hickeys

Mixed Prompt 80: “ You’re going to regret that sweetheart.”

81: “Are we clear?”

82: “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

83: “Don’t hold back, baby.”

“Did you see Coach’s email?” Remus asked as he scrolled through his inbox and reached for another piece of chocolate; they were shaped like little hearts, because Sirius was a sweet, sweet muppet of a man and had a romantic streak wider than the continental US.

“I did, yeah,” Sirius said from the doorway to the kitchen. “It’ll be pretty nice, having two days off in a row.”

Remus read through the rest of the message. Too much snow, unsafe conditions, practice cancelled, yada yada yada. A sudden thought struck him and he glanced up. “Hey, maybe we could try something a little more…”

Sirius grinned as the chocolate clattered to the countertop, along with Remus’ phone. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth. Chest. Arms??? THIGHS. FUCK. “Huh?”

“I was saving these for our actual day off, but it seems fate had other plans.” Sirius’ grin became a downright smirk as he quirked an eyebrow and bent his knee.

“When—how—what?” Remus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the tight, dark red fabric that covered Sirius’ legs up to his thighs. Bows. The socks had bows on the top, and they matched his underwear. “How long have you been standing there?”

Sirius shrugged. The upper half of his body was bare, and Remus tracked the movement of every muscle. “About five minutes. Your email must be very exciting.”

A soft whine escaped his throat. “Where did you get those?”

“Online.” Sirius flexed his thigh and all the air rushed from Remus’ lungs. “Why, do you like them?”

“I want to take them off with my teeth,” he blurted. “Fucking hell, Sirius.”

“That can be arranged.” Mischief played at the edge of his mouth as he began backing away. “Though you’ll have to catch me first.”

And he ran. Remus stood there in shock for a moment before sprinting after him, skidding on the floor as he grabbed the bannister. Sirius was already on the bed when he made it to their room and snapped the top of one thigh-high at Remus playfully.

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

“Promise?”

Remus was on him in an instant, sucking a bruise into the side of his neck as he pushed Sirius’ arms over his head and settled between his thighs, grinding his hips down. “How long have you had these?” When Sirius smiled instead of responding, he bit down on his shoulder. “Tell me.”

“Four days.”

“Where did you hide them?”

Sirius gasped at the pressure on his wrists. “Nightstand.”

“Do you have any idea what you look like right now?”

A slow, smug look covered his face and he nipped Remus’ bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Turn over.” Sirius bucked his hips up instead, and Remus let go of his hands to flip him hard enough he bounced a bit, then attached his mouth to his shoulder blade. “God, you look fucking incredible in red, baby.”

“You think this was an accident?”

“Somebody’s feeling bratty.” Remus dragged his blunt nails down Sirius’ ribs, and he shivered. “Just for that, I’m going to finger you until you’re begging for it. Are we clear?”

Sirius turned his head to the side and rolled his hips back. “I’m not begging for anything.”

“We’ll see.” Remus continued mouthing along the strong line of his shoulders as he fumbled blindly in the nightstand drawer for the lube, then paused. He straddled Sirius’ waist and leaned over to sift through the various items that they had tossed in without thinking—playing cards, a book, Sirius’ tie, a few condoms that they hadn’t touched in months… “What the fuck?”

“What?”

“Where’s the lube?”

“Are we out?”

Dread pooled in Remus’ gut. The mere thought of trekking through the snow to get lube or—even worse—finding out all the stores were closed was almost enough to kill his boner. Almost. Sirius was still in red underwear and fucking thigh highs, after all. “No. We can’t be out. Didn’t we just buy some the other day?”

Sirius shrugged. “It’s been a while, I don’t know.”

“It has been a while,” Remus muttered.

“I think I put some in the laundry room so we would have extra.”

Relief made butterflies erupt in his chest and he kissed Sirius’ cheek. “You are so smart and I love you. Hang on one second, okay?”

Remus’ hands shook a little bit as he hurried back downstairs and down the hall, standing on his tiptoes to see into the cupboards. Laundry detergent, Windex, fabric sheets, two pairs of Jules’ socks…

He pushed the detergent aside and felt around for the familiar bottle. “Where the hell did you put it? Come on, baby, work with me here.”

Clear plastic caught the light on the highest shelf and Remus thumped his forehead against the washing machine. He got the stepstool with minimal grumbling and grabbed the lube, making a mental note to block that entire shelf and remind Sirius that he was five foot fucking eleven, which was well above average.

“Baby, we need to have a discussion about—” He stopped cold in the bedroom doorway, then sighed. “Really?”

Sirius arched his back as he pressed two fingers back into himself, his jaw going a little slack. “You were slow.”

Remus took a deep breath when he saw the half-full bottle of lube on the bed next to him. “Where’d you hide that?”

“Under my pillow. You didn’t even check.” Sirius’ breath caught as his hand changed angles, but his smile remained. “I thought you’d call me on it for sure.”

“You know, most people wouldn’t play terribly mean tricks on their fiancé on Valentine’s Day, especially when that fiancé was already going to fuck them so hard they can’t walk straight,” Remus said as he walked slowly toward the bed and tossed the other bottle next to Sirius. “You’d better count your lucky stars we don’t have practice for the next two days.”

“Oh?” Sirius eyes fluttered shut for a second and he reached for more.

Remus smacked his hand away. “Yes. Was the shelf really necessary?”

“I had to delay you somehow. Did you use the stepstool, or did you climb on the dryer?”

“None of your fucking business, tall-ass. Turn over.”

“Make me.”

Remus reached back into the nightstand and pulled the tie out, manhandling Sirius’ arms over his head and tying them to the small ring they had put in the headboard for that exact purpose. Sirius made a confused noise when Remus grabbed his silky-soft underwear off the foot of the bed and slid it back up his legs until it was snug and tight again. “Much better.”

“Wait, wait, wait, what happened to fucking me until I can’t walk straight?” Sirius’ eyebrows drew together and he nudged his leg against Remus’ side, only to have it guided back down by a firm hand. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed,” Remus said drily as he squeezed the thin strip of bare skin on Sirius’ thighs. “Between the super fun game of tag and then hide-and-seek, I thought you didn’t want me to touch you.”

“But you will, right?” Nervousness laced his voice. “Right?”

“Maybe. Might get myself off and then leave you here, though.” He leaned over and dragged his lips down Sirius’ chest. “I’m still on the fence.”

“Non, non, non, get off the fence. The fence is not a fun place to be.”

“Really?” He continued to the edge of Sirius’ waistband and dipped his tongue under the satiny fabric, then feathered his mouth along the outline of his dick until Sirius’ knees started inching upward in pleasure. “Hmm. I think it’s a great place to be, actually. You could beg yourself hoarse and I wouldn’t have to do a goddamn thing.”

“What do I have to do?” Sirius panted. The front of his boxers was already darkening with precome and his pupils dilated when Remus palmed himself through his pants.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

Sirius clenched his thighs around Remus’ waist as he pulled his shirt off, only to shakily straighten them out again when Remus fixed him with a withering look. His dick looked painfully hard as Remus got off the bed and slid his pants down his legs, giving Sirius a great view of his ass under the tight black underwear he was wearing.

“Oh, yeah, that was supposed to be a surprise for you,” he said mildly when Sirius whined. “It’s Valentine’s Day, after all. One of us was getting railed tonight.”

Sirius perked up. “Really?”

“That was the original plan. Now that you’ve got these—” He plucked the edges of the thigh-highs as he knelt on the mattress again. “—I might need to rethink that idea.”

“Nope, no you don’t.” Sirius wrapped his legs around Remus’ hips and tugged him down. “You really don’t need to rethink that, it sounds like a fantastic idea—”

Remus pressed his palm over Sirius’ mouth and pushed his legs down with the other. “What did I say about being quiet?”

A soft noise tore from his chest as Remus ran the heel of his hand up Sirius’ dick and felt it twitch beneath the fabric. “Desolée,” he said as Remus scooted backwards a few inches. “Desolée, mon coeur.”

“Good job.” Sirius sighed happily as he worked a hickey onto the bit of skin between his underwear and his socks, but his chest hitched when Remus moved barely an inch to the side.

“What’re you doing?”

“Decorating.”

“Me?”

He sighed and bracketed Sirius’ ribs with his elbows, resting his chin on his hands. “Yes, you. You’re beautiful, and I’m just making sure people know you’re appreciated. Now be quiet.”

“Nobody’s going to see those. They’ll be gone in three days.”

“I’ll know.” Remus placed a slightly darker bruise on his inner thigh and Sirius’ hips canted to the side with pleasure. He hummed against his skin, then pulled away. “I’ll have to finish these when I turn you over.”

“When?”

“If.”

“Re.”

“Oh, come on,” he scoffed with a smile, leaning up for a brief kiss. “You know me better than that.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled. “I do.”

“Let me enjoy myself in the meantime, yeah? I think I deserve it after everything you’ve done today,” he teased, adding new hickeys to Sirius’ other thigh until the bare skin was mostly dark lilac. He skimmed kisses down both his legs, paying special attention to the backs of his knees and the cute little bows at the tops of his thighs. “I love these.”

“Yeah?” A pink flush spread to Sirius’ chest.

“Yeah. Somehow, they’re both adorable and sexy.” Remus reached up and tapped his nose. “Just like you.”

And then he licked a long, slow stripe up the front of Sirius’ underwear, which made him shake from head to toe. “Oh, fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He did it again, this time giving his hips a squeeze. A choked moan slipped through and he shushed him softly. “Quiet, baby, remember? I’ll tell you when you can make noise for me.”

“Oh.” Sirius’ eyebrows pitched upward as Remus slowly slid the sticky fabric down and replaced it with his tongue. “S’il vous plait. S’il vous plait, mon cœur, je le veux, s’il vous plait. ”

“What did I tell you?”

“I—I—” Sirius clenched his teeth as Remus sucked just the head of his dick into his mouth. His abdomen jolted under Remus’ palms.

“You’re getting all accent-y.” Remus smirked, leaving a mark on the crest of his hipbone. “I told you that you could beg yourself hoarse and I wouldn’t have to do a god—” He kissed the soft skin below Sirius’ ribs. “—damn—” Another kiss, just under his sternum. “—thing.”

A tremor ran through Sirius and he pulled on his restraint for a moment, hard enough that the headboard creaked. “Ngh. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I think it’s time to finish those decorations, hmm?”

Sirius nodded enthusiastically and Remus untied his hands, flipping him by the hips for the second time. He practically purred as Remus tied him up again and pressed his hands into that broad back; Remus pushed his knees until they bent and Sirius propped himself on his elbows, breathing heavily and bare but for his thigh high socks.

“Color?”

“Green.” There was no hesitation in his voice.

“Good.” Instead of going straight to his legs again—which were flexed in the new position and doing absolutely wonderful things to Remus’ thought process—Remus grabbed the half-empty lube and poured some on his fingers.

“What’re you doing?” Sirius asked, trying to shift around and see. He froze when the first finger pushed in without an issue. “Huh. But—but you said—”

“I didn’t tell you to start making noise.” Sirius pressed his face into the pillow and his knees jerked inward as Remus added a second finger. “You already did this part for me, didn’t you?”

“Mhmm.”

“But I didn’t tell you to.”

“No.” The word was barely a whisper.

“And as much as I love you—” He kissed Sirius’ lower back and scraped his teeth along the dimples there. “—and want to make you fall apart, I can’t let you do whatever you want without consequences.”

“Yes, you can,” Sirius gasped, tightening around him as Remus pressed upward. “You can, I don’t mind.”

“No, I can’t, and you’d better be quiet before I drag this out even longer.”

There was a beat of silence while Sirius got ahold of himself again. “How long? The usual?”

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day, eight minutes.” Remus smoothed a hand up his spine and pressed down between his shoulder blades until most of his upper chest was on the pillows before slowly dragging his fingers in and out, pushing just next to his sweet spot until Sirius quaked with the effort of suppressing his moans. He added a third finger a moment later and Sirius’ thighs knocked together. “Hold yourself up, baby.”

Sirius pulled his elbows in once again, supporting his chest as Remus added a few new hickeys to his thigh and stretched him slow and deep. He gave his wrist a twist when he moved to the right side and Sirius dipped for half a second, one leg threatening to give out.

“Hold yourself up,” Remus reminded him, wrapping an arm around his lower belly and lifting slightly; Sirius’ breath caught and his shoulders folded in a bit. “You okay?”

“Ouais.”

“Alright. Two minutes left.” He pushed his fingers in further and felt the ripple of pleasure roll through Sirius under his mouth, then kissed the middle of his back. “Like that?”

“Uh-huh.” Sirius’ voice was tight with pleasure and wavered with swallowed moans.

Remus flexed his fingers and brushed against his prostate; Sirius nearly collapsed onto the bed and a whining noise was half-muffled by the sheets. “What was that?”

“ ‘s nothing, ‘s nothing, keep going.” Sirius tried to get to his elbows again, but even though Remus had stopped moving, he seemed to be having trouble. “Sweetheart, please.”

“You know the rules, baby. Five more minutes.”

“I can’t—I can’t—”

“You will.” Remus rubbed Sirius’ side to soothe him, but didn’t take his fingers out. “How about this: if you can hold yourself up and make no noises for two full minutes, I’ll fuck you and you can come whenever you want. Sound good?”

Sirius nodded frantically and struggled to get his knees under himself. “D’accord.”

“Time starts…now.” Remus kept his eyes on the clock as he plucked at Sirius’ seams, spreading his thighs to get a better angle when it looked like he was starting to relax into the feeling. One minute left. Something that would have been a moan if Sirius had a little less willpower lodged in his chest and he tensed around Remus, legs shaking with arousal. He was damn near dripping onto the sheets.

Forty-five seconds. Remus bit his lip and ran his free hand up Sirius’ thigh, digging into the bruises just enough to get his attention. “You look so pretty with these,” he murmured, leaving a trail of small bites down his spine. “It must have been hard finding thigh highs that fit, huh? You’re so strong, so beautiful, and I love that about you.” He made sure to run over Sirius’ sweet spot on every drag until his breaths got shallower and his dick twitched. Twenty seconds. “You don’t really want to come right away, do you? You like it when I take control. You like being tied down and edged until you’re a mess. Ten seconds left, baby.”

Sirius’ back bowed as Remus’ hand brushed his dick. “Pas juste,” he blurted, then groaned when Remus paused. “Fuck.”

“Was that a sound?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” He pushed back against Remus’ hand and whined when he pulled his fingers out. “Re, I only had five seconds left.”

“Bummer, isn’t it?” Remus said with mock-pity, rubbing wide circles along Sirius’ ass and thighs.

“One more chance?”

“We had a deal, love. Two minutes, no sounds, no falling. You did so well and then you tripped at the finish line.”

“You touched my dick.”

“Was that against the rules?”

Sirius huffed and glared over his shoulder, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the pink of his cheeks and the pleading look in his eye. “It was in my head.”

Remus made a sympathetic noise. “It’s a shame you’re not in charge today, then. Chest down.”

“I want to see you.”

“Later. Down.” Sirius rolled his eyes, but complied so his back sloped in a gentle curve; Remus smacked his thigh lightly. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Oops.”

“Apologize.” When he stayed silent, Remus slid two fingers back into him. “Sirius, apologize or I’ll get you off by fingering you.”

“I’m sor—sorry.” His hips jerked as Remus pushed on his prostate one last time.

“That wasn’t so hard, huh?” He pulled his own underwear down and tossed it to the side, reaching down to push Sirius’ thighs apart while he lubed up. “Don’t hold back, baby, you can be loud now.”

“Oh thank God,” Sirius breathed, shuddering a bit as Remus pressed in and began to move. “Oh—oh, oh fuck.”

“Color?”

“Fuck—green.” He gripped the poor necktie and twisted it in his hands while the pace made his knees slip. Remus put his arm around Sirius’ midsection once again while the other hand splayed on his back and held him down into the pillows.

The thigh highs began to bunch from all the movement and Remus slowed, reaching down to adjust them while Sirius clenched and unclenched his hands, mumbling out a string of pleas in English and French alike. Remus stilled for a moment and kissed the side of his neck as he relished in the heat.

“Move,” Sirius moaned, pushing back weakly. “Please, please move.”

“I love you so much,” Remus said into his sweat-slick skin as he started again, angling up on each thrust as he lifted Sirius’ hips into the right spot. “I do, baby. And I can’t wait to have two whole days to ourselves so I can admire those pretty bruises all over you.”

“Lemme—lemme see you. S’il vous plait, mon amour, I wanna see you.”

“Alright, shhh.” Remus combed a hand through his hair and untied his wrists; they were a bit pink from all the pulling, but otherwise looked fine. He gently pushed on Sirius’ shoulder so he could roll over and was met with glassy silver eyes and lips bitten so red they almost matched his socks. “Bonjour. Do you want me to tie you up?”

“Non.” Sirius smiled and pulled him down for a slow kiss, and Remus could feel his heartbeat hammering against his shoulder. “Je t’aime.”

“Je t’aime,” he murmured back as he lined himself up again. Sirius’ eyes fell shut with a moan when Remus pushed in and he inhaled deeply, winding one leg with Remus’ and letting the other splay to the side.

“There, there, there,” he pleaded, grasping for a hold on Remus’ arms as his eyes flickered between open and shut. “Oh, fuck, je veux—je veux—”

“Do you think you deserve to come?” Sirius made a conflicted noise and pressed his knee into Remus’ thigh, only for Remus to pull it straight once more; the sock rolled down with each rocking movement. “Sirius, look at me. Do you want to come?”

It took a moment before Sirius made eye contact with him and nodded, struggling to get enough breath to speak. “Yes.”

“You were so rude earlier, but I did make you wait a long time.” Remus thought for a second, but didn’t slow his brutal pace that made Sirius turn his face into the pillows. “Can you come like this?”

“Touch me—touch me please—”

Remus lifted his lower back up and ran his teeth along Sirius’ pulse point, then wrapped a hand around his dick and jerked him quick and tight until high, incoherent sounds slipped through his lips. “Now.”

Sirius nearly kicked him in the shin as he arched his back, mouth falling open, moans muffled in the hollow of Remus’ throat. He babbled some string of whimpered words, caught between pushing Remus away and pulling him closer until their warm skin pressed across his entire front and his knees bumped together over the small of Remus’ back.

Remus followed him a moment later, sliding his mouth along Sirius’ collarbone before he came so hard his arms shook with it. A soft hand trailing through his hair brought him back to earth, though Sirius still looked dazed and shuddered every few seconds as Remus stroked a hand down his cheek and slid the thigh-highs back up with the other. “Shh, mon amour. Ça va, chérie, respire. Je t’aime tellement. ”

Sirius smiled and kissed him again, holding him close and warm as he pulled out. “I love it when you speak French,” he murmured. “Si beau.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Their quiet laughter buzzed against his chest and he littered Sirius’ face with kisses until his silver eyes cleared. “Are your wrists alright?”

With a heavy sigh, he let go of Remus and held them up. “All good.”

He kissed those, too, for good measure. “And the rest of you?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “I think you achieved your goal.”

“Which one?”

“There is no way I’m going to be able to walk straight.”

Remus hid his laughter in Sirius’ neck and rolled to the side, gathering him into his arms. “It’s a good thing we have all weekend, then.” He checked the clock and sighed. “I should make dinner soon.”

“No.”

“No? I’m not allowed to make us food?”

“Nope.”

“But that’s my present for you.”

“Your present to me is currently on my thighs and won’t disappear in half an hour.” He felt Sirius smile and nuzzle closer, then gentle pressure on his neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Payback.” Sirius rolled him onto his back and began speckling his neck and shoulders with small love bites, outlining his ribs with featherlight touches. Remus reached down and snapped the edge of his thigh high. “Hey!”

He grinned. “Couldn’t resist. You’re going to keep these, right?”

“Duh.” Sirius wound their legs together and cuddled into Remus’ side. “Mmm, you are so warm.”

Remus wrapped both arms around him and kissed the top of his head, closing his eyes. Naptime sounded good. Naptime, then dinner, then back to bed for more snuggles, or maybe something more. It was Valentine’s Day, after all.

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The Next Morning

The first thing Sirius saw when he woke up was gray. The second was Remus’ shocked face, followed by an ‘oh, fuck’.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, propping himself on his elbows with a wince. His backside ached from yesterday’s activities, and his thighs were still incredibly sensitive—he noted that the matching rings of hickeys had not diminished much overnight with a sense of satisfaction. Remus was staring down at his phone as rain drizzled softly outside.

Wait. Rain.

Silently, Remus passed him the phone. Sirius squinted at the screen, blinking the drowsiness out of his eyes, then froze.

Hello team,

Due to improved weather conditions and snow melt, practice today has been rescheduled for 4 pm. Thank you for your flexibility.

Best,

A. Weasley

“Oh, fuck.”

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maybenotmei · 3 years ago

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helloooo could u do some ran x gn!reader head cannons (romantically)? :) ty!

with you!

ft. ran mitake

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first of all, i have to say she definitely arranges and gives you bouquets. not frequently, but occasionally. like once every 5 months and occasionally on special days like valentines and white day (if ever you gave her chocolates or a gift)

she would initially— no, she'd definitely trip over her words trying to explain why she gave you a bouquet. you'd pat her on the shoulder and say it's alright, and that she can take her time.

still, these bouquets are arranged in a very specific manner, and looks (and feels) very planned out. you can see the effort she puts into arranging these flowers together to show you how she feels— and sometimes when you don't understand, you'd ask her about it (or you just want to hear her voice.) and she's explain. to the best of her ability.

she gets very flustered easily, dates can be slightly awkward, and she may come off as rude at first. as days pass, you slowly get to learn a little more about her, bit by bit. in fact, during your first date, barely anyone spoke. surprisingly. but you two were able to get a conversation going before you two left.

don't worry. the dates are less awkward now.

that being said, any affection shown publicly or privately Will lead her to become very flustered. this amplifies if you give her a hug or a kiss out of nowhere, or really any sort of surprise affection. none of you ever cross any said or set boundaries, though.

she won't ever hesitate to protect you. you're one of if not the most important people in her life, and she won't let anyone hurt you no matter who it is.

afterglow doesn't worry about you. really, i think they're worrying about ran. well, they trust you enough to not hurt her, right? (you don't want four childhood friends charging at you, right...)

as like all of the other hcs i've made, you attend their concerts, gigs, and rehearsals when you can. seeing the five, especially ran, shine up on stage is extremely heartwarming to you. seeing them all, seeing ran giving her all to everyone... you can't help but feel joyful.

for some concerts you couldn't actually afford or get any backstage passes, believe it or not. you'd usually end up congratulating her at home, and would celebrate usually by giving her a pack of her favorite bitter sweets.

when it comes to problems, ran really just keeps them to herself. although if you ask her how she has been, or if anything's wrong, she trusts you enough to listen to her words and problems. naturally, she'd brush off any help you offer, but sometimes she'd accept. rarely. okay maybe occasionally. still.

even if she keeps problems to herself, she also asks you if you're doing well, like with her friends. she'd might have difficulty assisting you with any major problem she's not good at though. she loves you enough to enjoy hearing about your days.

she still leaves you on read though. sorry.

...she responds to "i love you"s though.

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additional notes: hi sorry i got to you so late! i never had the time to hop onto this hellsite for some time now actually.

i don't think i'll be able to take project sekai requests until may as i still have [checks calendar] ...6 more weeks of school left. that being said why did i write for ran when i cant do prsk? easy as that— i cannot get rui's personality onto paper. i know some other prsk writers can nail his personality well, so i recommend going to them instead! sorry... if you have requested at least 1 out of all the rui stuff in my inbox i promise i'll get to them when i get some sleep

#zzzz good ight #ran mitake #mitake ran #bandori x reader #bang dream x reader #mitake ran x reader #ran mitake x reader #bandori headcanons #general dating headcanons #bang dream #bandori

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stars-in-my-universe · 5 years ago

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Bad Idea: Part 8

Summary: When pop star Trixie can’t get her act together, her team makes a deal with the NHL…one that she can’t turn down. When NHL player Tyler Seguin can’t seem to get himself under control his team decides to thrust a certain Pop star into his life. Can the two play nice?

Warnings: Cussing.

Note: I am so sorry for the long wait. I wanted to get this part perfect but also life has been crazy and all. Thank you all for waiting and being patient. Please tell me what you guys think of this part, I had fun writing it. Also my inbox is always open so if you all want something let me know!

“Trix, bring the bottle!” Trixie stumbled into her kitchen glancing around looking for the tequila bottle that Cami was yelling at her to bring back to the living room. She Was getting to the level of drunk she was comfortable with and her and Cami had decided to invite some of their friends over.

Trixie was aching for something, some physical touch. In simple turns she was horny and she needed to get it in. One of their friends coming over was always down for a good time and they had been hooking up for years so she was hoping he’d be down for a good time tonight.

As she walked back into the living room and her eyes met his, he patted his lap and motioned her over. She bit her lip, this was exactly what she wanted. Something easy and something she knew she was going to enjoy. Jason was his name, he was cute and always had been. Dark wavy hair, standing at 6’0 foot with a swimmer’s body. He had known Trixie and Cami for years, he along with a couple of other’s ran with their close circle. She trusted him along with the rest.

Trixie made her way over to him, handing the bottle to Cami who was talking to their two other friends on the floor. They had Drake playing in the background and all she wanted to do was go upstairs with him. The tequila was hitting her and as she sat down in Jason’s lap she could feel how it had hit him as well.

“Someone’s excited.” He placed his hand on her hip and brought her closer to his chest. SHe wasn’t wearing much, just a crop top and shorts but her skin felt hot as he traced a finger against her thigh. She wanted it, now.

“It’s been awhile, Trixie. Take it easy on me.” She let out a laugh and went to look at her phone. She went to turn it off but stopped when she saw she had a text from Tyler. Sighing, she bit her lip and debated opening it. She hadn’t talked to him since the night of the game where she showed up as a surprise guest and nearly got her ass chewed out from his ex.

“Trixie, I didn’t think she’d be here!” Trixie hadn’t stayed the whole game, the two had sat down and smiled politely at the women around them. But Trixie knew they were beyond confused and out of the corner of her eye she could see a couple of the WAGS take out their phones and take pictures. The game had started and the two proceeded to keep to themselves, both watching the game and talking to themselves. After the first period the talk around them died down and it seemed everyone went back to what they were doing except for one. Ali was still sending glares over at Trixie and she could feel them, they weren’t subtle.

It wasn’t until the second intermission that Ali decided to make herself heard. She walked over and stood by the two girls. Cami glanced up at her but Trixie continued to stare at the empty ice not really sure what she was supposed to do.

“Trixie, is it? What are you doing here?” Cami glanced at Trixie who shook her head.

“I’m here because Tyler invited me. That’s all.” Ali scoffed.

“Why would Tyler invite you?” Trixie was trying to play the innocent role because she knew the woman around her would record her if anything got out of hand and she didn’t need this to be a bad public scene.

“He invited me.” Ali was a jealous ex girlfriend and Trixie knew girls could be mean when they were hurt but she also had very little patience.

“Cami…” She felt Cami nod and stand up. Trixie followed her.

“It was nice to meet you again.” The two girls made their way to the exit but she could hear Ali following them. Trixie walked out the door and nodded to the security guard that was standing at the door, he glanced at her and nodded standing behind her and blocking Ali’s view of the two.

“Oh that’s real nice, have your security guard do the bidding for you!” Trixie ducked her head as they made their way out of the building. No one took any notice of her, which she thanked her lucky stars for and the two girls made it to the parking structure and got into their car. Cami jumped into the driver’s seat and Trixie in the passenger. She threw her head back and sighed, fuck tonight.

“Let’s go home Trix.” She nodded and didn’t say anything else. It took about thirty minutes to get home and a little longer since they stopped through a Mcdonalds. As the two girls pulled up to their house, Trixie’s phone blared from her purse. Sighing she reached into it and pulled it out, grimacing at Tyler’s name on the phone.

“You should probably answer it.” Trixie sighed and pressed the green button on her phone but stayed silent.

“Trix?” She sighed into the phone.

“What Tyler?”

“Where are you? We were going to go out and I wanted you two to come-”

“I’m tired, Tyler. Ali was there, I don’t want to deal with any more paparazzi tonight.”

“Wait, wait, wait, Ali was here tonight?” Trixie closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

“She asked what I was doing there and I told her you invited me. She’s very pushy when she wants to be.”

“Trixie, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Tyler. She’s still a part of your life, a little heads up would be nice though. Do you think it’s going to look okay when someone posts that they saw Tyler’s ex girlfriend and his current fling together at the game?” Tyler let out a fuck.

“Trixie, I didn’t think she’d be here!” Trixie nodded.

“It’s fine, Tyler. I’m not upset, I just don’t know what the internet is going to say let alone our managers.”

“It’s always about business with you, Trix.” She rolled her eyes, what didn’t he understand. She may have been about business but she had to be, it was her image, her reputation.

“Have fun, Tyler.”

“We won by the way.” He didn’t sound happy, he sounded defeated. Trixie groaned.

“Congrats Tyler, I’ll see you after your road trip.” Without saying anything else she hung up the phone Cami glanced at her friend.

“I just want to go to bed before my manager calls me and bitches at me.”

X-x

Tyler sighed and leaned against the wall of the locker room, he felt like he had just taken a step back with Trixie. She was right, it was going to look bad with the two girls at the game and he wouldn’t be surprised if his manager gave him a call to ask him what the hell had happened.

“Ty?” Tyler jumped at the voice and turned to see Ali standing in the middle of the locker room. She smiled at him which he did not return. He was quite frankly pissed the fuck off.

“What are you even doing here, Ali?” He couldn’t lie, she looked good. Wearing his jersey with his number and jean shorts that you could barely tell were there.

“I just wanted to see you play and say hi. I missed you.” Tyler knew she probably wasn’t going to tell him about Trixie but she cuddled up into his space and smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“I was wondering if you were doing anything after the game?” Tyler knew he was supposed To go out with the boys, and a part of him felt like him and Trixie should come up with a game plan however, the way Ali was looking up at him through her eyelashes and the way his cock had twitched knowing he hadn’t gotten some in awhile, he threw out all of the ideas he had and decided to go back to his house with Ali beside him.

That was a week ago and Trixie had a talk show to attend tomorrow about her new single coming out and she hadn't talked to Tyler about if he was going to come with her or not which is probably what he had texted her about. She sighed and told Jason to give her a second as she got off his lap and made her way back into the kitchen. She opened her messages and rolled her eyes a bit at Tyler’s text.

“Just got home from the road trip, was wondering if you wanted to come over and talk about tomorrow?” She texted back that she had company over and she’d meet him at her house around 11 tomorrow; The show not starting till 3 and she didn’t have to be at her and make up till 1. She went to lock her phone when his name flashed on her screen, he was calling her.

“Yes Tyler?” He let out a huff. If there was anything she was learning about him through all this it was that Tyler always wanted his way and was quite impatient and stubborn.

“So you threw a party and didn’t invite me?”

“It’s like four of us, not a party.” She thought she was holding it down and not giving a way that she was drinking but she could hear the judgement in Tyler’s voice.

“Ah so you’ve been drinking, I can hear it in your voice.” She scoffed.

“You’re not my father, Tyler.”

“I know, I’m not saying I am. I just wanted to call and check up on you. I haven’t talked to you since the game.” She stayed quiet unsure of what she was supposed to do with this information.

“I’m fine, we’re fine. Can I go now, you’re kind of keeping me from getting laid.” Tyler didn’t say anything at first.

“You better keep it under wraps, Trixie. I remember someone telling me it’s both our reputations on the line. I’ve done my part in being careful.” Trixie rolled her eyes again.

“I’m at home Tyler, with Cami. It’ll be fine, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up without thinking and went back into the living room, without glancing at her other two friends. She walked straight to Jason, grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs. She grinned when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

As the two scrambled to get their clothes off, messy kisses and hands in hair, Trixie threw her phone on top of her dresser making sure to put it on silent. She didn’t want any interruptions. No Tyler, no management, nothing. She just wanted to breathe and have a good time.

X-x The next day Trixie had her makeup done, Cami and Tyler sitting backstage and Trixie was up on stage in front of a live audience. The morning had been pretty easy, easier than she expected. They had picked up Tyler in Trixie’s car and the three had made their way to downtown Dallas. Trixie had listened to Cami and Tyler give each other shit the whole way, chirping each other left and right making Trixie roll her eyes and laugh to herself.

Now though, her best friend and fake boyfriend were sitting backstage and she was on a fancy red leather couch getting ready to answer some fan’s questions.

“Okay let’s begin,” Trixie smiled at the blonde hostess whose name she couldn’t remember. They were an up and coming talk show so they were fairly new and they spent a pretty penny to get Trixie on their show. They had already talked about how she was releasing a single soon which wasn’t a lie, the producers had approved her lyrics and were ready for the next step, she should be in the studio starting next week.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Trixie smiled at the camera, she loved this question.

“Honestly, I like going to the beach and I like dancing. When I used to live in California I was at the beach every week, plus Hollywood has such good clubs. If any of you go you should definitely go to Hollywood or even West Hollywood.” The host nodded.

“What’s different about the clubs out here compared to Cali?” Trixie took a moment to think.

“Honestly, everyone’s always on. In Hollywood everyone is constantly going whether or not you have work the next day, they’ll stay out till it closes. It’s just the atmosphere that is different out there.” The host laughed.

“Would you ever move back?” Tyler who was on the guest couch in the back on his phone looked up at the question. They never really talked about why she moved to Dallas or why she left California, something they could eventually talk about. He watched Trixie bit her lip and nod.

“Yeah I love California. Eventually, but right now I’m having too much fun exploring the world.”

“Speaking of fun, this next question I’m sure you’ve gotten a lot already, I heard you’re dating NHL star Tyler Seguin, is that true?” Tyler leaned forward and watched Trixie carefully. He wanted to see how she was going to breach this topic and for some reason he was nervous. Cami snorted from beside him on the couch.

“It’s okay, Tyler. She’s had to do this before, she’s a pro.” Tyler looked at Cami.

“How did you-”

“You're rubbing the back of your neck and and staring holes into the tv.” Tyler didn’t say anything else as he turned his attention back to Trixie.

“I saw he was here backstage, so clearly something is going on.” Trixie shyly smiled, people ate it up when she played the bashful card. They usually weren’t this pushy but she knew what she was getting herself into and she knew what she needed to do.

“Yeah, we met at a hockey game one night and we hit it off. So we’re hanging out, seeing where it goes. He’s actually showing me around Dallas since he’s been here for awhile now.” The hostess smiled widely at the pop star.

“So you guys are serious?” Trixie giggled and shrugged, shit even Tyler almost fell for the innocent show she was putting on.

“I mean I like him, he’s cute and makes me laugh. I’m assuming he likes me too, considering he’s here. But his dogs are to die for.” Tyler rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face, Trixie did that well.

“Well then follow up question, this one’s actually from a fan, several fan’s actually.” Trixie nodded.

“How do you handle your current boyfriend being friends with his ex?” Trixie visibly froze, Tyler could tell even from sitting in the back. Cami coughed and let out a tiny fuck.

Trixie composed herself and smiled her innocent smile again tossing her hair over her shoulder. Act like you know before they catch you. Act like you know exactly what they’re saying. She racked her brain for any information and then it hit her, the game, where Ali was. Fans must’ve seen them together after the game, which meant Tyler most likely went home with her. Tyler groaned and leaned back into the couch wanting to go out there and explain but even if he did what he was going to say, uhhh yeah sorry I went home with my ex.

“It honestly doesn’t bother me, I’m friends with a couple of my exes. Sidney Crosby from the Pittsburgh Penguins being one of them. We still talk time to time. Plus I’m confident in our relationship to think anything is happening. I’m not holding Tyler back if he didn’t want to be with me he could leave.” The hostess smirked in her direction. Trixie could already see the negative comments underneath thi youtube video, the negative tweets but she stayed focused and decided to deal with that later.

“Well thank you Trixie for stopping by here with us, we hope to see you back soon and we all hope to hear your single! I’m sure it’ll be another number one hit!” Trixie thanked her and waved by to the crowd and walked off the stage.

Tyler didn’t move from his spot on the couch but Cami grabbed his arm.

“Let’s go pretty boy, we wait in the car. She will meet us at the car. She’ll have security so don’t worry. Whatever you do, Tyler. Smile, smile and act normal.” He nodded and followed Cami out the room and watched how smoothly she maneuvered through the flood of people. It was a skill only one who had done it a million times has mastered. The two made it to the car without any problems, Tyler jumping in the back seat and Cami in the driver seat. The two didn’t say much while they waited for Trixie to meet them until Cami broke the silence.

“Your ex is something else.” Tyler glared at the hairstylist.

“Look she wasn’t supposed to be there.”

“You left with her though, Tyler. It didn’t take a genius to google you and the first picture that popped up was you leaving the rink with her.” Tyler shook his head and pulled out his phone to try and prove Cami wrong but as he googled his name the first article read: Which one is it? Tyler seguin can’t decide.

“She doesn’t like being made to look stupid Tyler. Her image is bigger than yours. Like management said the only reason the paparazzi are looking at you now is because you are connected to her.” Tyler didn’t say anything.

“Here she comes.” Tyler watched Trixie walk over to the Suv and get in the passenger's seat. She didn’t look at the two nor did she say anything. Tyler didn’t know what to say or do, he wasn’t good with confrontation. The three rode in silence for a little while until Trixie said his name.

“Why didn’t you tell me you left with her that night, at least I would have known and wouldn’t have been blind sided by the question.”

“Honestly, Trixie. I didn’t think I had to but it also wasn’t planned. She showed up in the locker room last minute and-”

“We have to do damage control soon because people saw you two.” He nodded but knew Trixie probably couldn’t see him.

“I am sorry, Trixie. It wasn’t supposed to get out.” Trixie sighed and threw her head back.

“I know you’re sorry and I know you mean well. It’s just hard, Tyler. You’re used to paparazzi but not like this Tyler. Your every move is being watched except when you’re at home now.” Tyler could hear in her voice how defeated she was.

“How do you do it?” Trixie let out a ‘hm?’

“How do you deal with being watched all the time?” Trixie shrugged.

“You get used to it. A lot of the time I only show them what I want them to see, and sometimes I don’t even care. But days like these where I’m taken by surprise it’s a little much.” The car fell into a comfortable silence. None of the three really saying anything, not really sure what to say. They weren’t in complete trouble but the fans would be suspicious on both their ends.

Cami pulled up to the gates of Tyler’s house waiting for him to get out. Tyler said his good bye to Cami but then looked over at Trixie who was looking down at her phone.

“Trixie can I talk to you outside real quick?” She looked up at him with an owlish look, clearly confused as to what he could say but Tyler did feel bad about all of this. He closed the car door and watched Trixie climb out of the front and close her door as well. Trixie watched him sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, watching the way the bicep underneath his sleeve flexed a bit. She loved his tattoos and she loved when they flexed, it had always been a turn on for her.

“I really am sorry for Ali. It was a mistake but I was lonely and I hadn’t...well you know.” Trixie arched an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me Tyler Seguin hadn't gotten laid.” He glared at her.

“I haven’t really been allowed to pick up since this whole thing has started.” Trixie let out a laugh and nodded.

“I understand that, Tyler. Which is why I had Jason over the other night, I’m not upset about that. I’m just saying if that is going to happen, text me and let me know so I’m not blind sided on national television.” Tyler nodded understanding where she was coming from. They were both humans not sleeping with each other, they both loved sex from what he can tell and sometimes they missed that affection and intimacy.

“I’m not mad, Tyler. We’re good. I’m just exhausted and a little stressed.” Tyler once again nodded when an idea came to his head. He sent her a smile making Trixie cock her head to the side.

“What if we went out tonight. No Ali, neither of us picking up. You, me, your other half over there and maybe a couple of my friends? I can text you the address and we can just go out and drink and have fun. You said it yourself you missed the Hollywood clubs, I know of one that might scratch the itch you’re looking for.” Trixie glanced up at Tyler, a little confused and a little intrigued.

“Plus it’ll be good publicity after today.” Oh that’s right, business. For a second she thought he was doing it because he was her friend or at least starting to be.

“I’m down, text me a time and where we’re going. We’ll meet you there.” Tyler sent her a smile.

“Get dressed up, Trix. Look cute for me.” She let out a laugh and got back in the car.

“Always, Tyler.” He shook his head with a smile on his face and closed the door for her. Cami started backing out of the driveway and glanced at her friend.

“So?”

“Take a nap when you get home, we’re going out with Tyler and his friends tonight.” Cami groaned.

“Trixie. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Trixie shrugged.

“It’s good publicity. That’s all.” But somewhere in the back of her head she wished it was more.

X-x

Trixie and Cami showed up to the club and Trixie was absolutely in love. It was very similar to a nightclub she used to go to in Hollywood, the music was loud, the dance floor was packed and the lights were dim enough that you could barely make out who was where but she loved it.

Trixie motioned for Cami to follow her as she made her way to the back booth where Tyler said him and his friends were at. They didn’t do VIP this time just a simple booth in the back of the club. Trixie was excited. No one had realized she was here yet which was nice but she was also excited to just let loose.

Approaching the table, Trixie could see Tyler and she did everything in her power to not moan out loud. He wasn’t in anything fancy but he looked good. A snapback on his head of course, a nice grey short sleeve shirt, with tattoos on display and some black jeans. He had a shot in one hand and was looking down at his phone he had in his other. Cami let out a low whistle. Trixie glanced over at her.

“Your fake boyfriend looks good tonight.” Trixie didn’t say anything, instead she stepped up to the booth and hugged Tyler from behind feeling how her arms wrapped around him and feeling the abs through his shirt. Fuck, she needed alcohol. Tyler jumped and turned around but laughed when he saw Trixie smiling up at him.

He couldn’t deny she looked good, real good. She was wearing a dark red dress with a very low neckline, her hair was straight and she had light makeup on, not like she needed. But Tyler couldn’t look away from how the dress hugged her curves, how the dress made her cleavage look ten times more inviting and how the dress clung tight to her ass making it look a tad bit bigger than what it already was.

“Hi baby,” He smiled at the nickname and tucked her under his arm. Alcohol always made him feel a bit more affectionate than normal. He turned back toward the crowd and smiled.

“Everyone, this is Trixie and her friend Cami. Trixie and Cami this is Jamie, you’ve met him already. That’s Mike, Adam, Brett, his girlfriend Julie and Jessica.” The two girls waved to the group who shouted greetings back. Cami pushed past the two to sit next to Jamie and Mike leaving the two standing.

“I’m glad you came.” Trixie smiled up at Tyler. His eyes were a little clouded over and there was a light flush on his cheeks.

“You invited me, I couldn’t turn you down.” He reached for the shot on the table and handed it to her.

“Here, we have bottled service so drink up, Princess.” Trixie grinned and downed the shot handing it back to him. He took another one and placed it on the table.

“So Trixie…” His voice was smooth and Trixie could feel it go straight to her lower stomach and between her thighs.

“This dress all for me?” She knew they were supposed to be playing the part but Tyler was pushing the flirting like he never had before. Trixie wrote it off as him being drunk even as his hands found a place on her hips. She giggled and leaned into his body a bit more. She loved the way his biceps felt underneath her hands. She lightly traced his tattoos and coyly smiled up at him.

“You did tell me to look cute for you.” Tyler nodded and traced his finger down her shoulder to her wrist and laced his hand with her. Trixie froze a bit, this was new. Very new.

“Do you dance Tyler?” He looked back up at her and shook his head.

“Give me a couple more drinks and then we’ll talk.” Trixie laughed and let go of his hand, happy to pop the little bubble they were making for themselves.

“Shame, come find me when you’ve had enough to drink.” Tyler watched her call Cami over, who in turn invited the other two girls to go dance which they accepted. Trixie sent one last smile over to Tyler and walked out to the dance floor. Tyler wished he could say he didn’t stare at her ass and legs the whole time but he would be lying.

“I like her, she seems sweet!” Tyler jumped at Jamie’s voice right next to him making him laugh. Shaking his head Tyler reached for another shot and downed it. Trixie was going to eat him alive and right now he didn’t think he would complain. X-x

Trixie had been drinking and dancing since they had gotten to the club and she didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Tyler’s friends both would come and go from the booth but both girls seemed sweet and tended to get alone with Cami and Trixie. Cami had decided to take a break and went back to the booth, leaving Trixie to dance alone. She was fine with that, she didn’t need anyone else when she was in her zone.

She felt two hands wrap around her waist making her flinch a bit and step forward but he brought her back to his chest. She didn’t usually like to dance with random’s unless she was looking to pick up and usually she would be with them the whole night and they wouldn’t forcefully grab her. She shook her head and tried pulling away.

“Sorry, I’m just waiting for my friends.” The guy didn’t let up.

“I’ll keep you company.” She groaned and pushed him away making her stumble forward a bit due to her heels. She was immediately caught by a tattooed arm steadying her. She smelt the cologne and the hint of tequila and beer. She grabbed onto Tyler’s arm and looked up at him but he was looking at the guy who had just had Trixie.

“She said no, my dude. You might want to take a hint and leave.” The guy rolled his eyes but disappeared back into the dance floor. Tyler looked back down at the girl in front of him who was smiling shyly.

“You okay?” She nodded and grabbed onto this wrist. The alcohol was taking an effect on her and she just wanted to be close to Tyler.

“I told you, you should’ve danced with me.” Tyler let out a laugh and followed her deeper into the dance floor.

“That’s actually what I was coming to do, your friends all left you so I figured I’d be the next best thing.” Trixie smiled and turned around, placing his hand on her hips for him and snuggling up a bit closer to the front of him. She was now leaning back against him and she wrapped her arm around his neck leaning up a bit.

“So dance with me, Tyler.” Her body felt hot, she had no idea where the sexual tension between the two had come from but she was feeling it. Tyler gripped her hips a bit more and leaned closer to her neck, making her let out a whimper. The two moved in sync together, moving with the beat of the music. She was grinding back while he grinded forward making them both let out little sighs of contemptment. His hands started to travel, running down her thigh a bit, back up to her hip, running over her ribs and stomach. She leaned closer into him, loving the touch. He wasn’t doing much but his hands felt good.

Reaching up she grabbed the hat off his head and placed it on hers, turning around in his arms. His hands immediately went to her lower back above her ass, keeping her close to him. Both of their eyes were wide and full of heat. Trixie smiled up at him, biting her lip. Tyler looked down at her ready to ruin her makeup in a heartbeat.

“You look cute in my hat.” She could feel his breath ghost over her lips.

“I bet I would look cute in your bed as well.” She groaned at the shitty pick up line but she was feeling the drinks and he was making her feel good, really good. Plus this was supposed to be for their image anyway.

“Are you hitting on me, Princess?” She laughed at his mock offensive tone making her shake her head.

“You started it.” Tyler nodded.

“Yeah, Yeah I did.” They were both drunk and before they could do anything else Cami had pulled on Trixie’s arm making her step away from Tyler.

“We’re leaving, Mike offered to take Tyler and us home. Since only two of them drove.” Trixie nodded and looked over at Tyler.

“Let’s go, super star.” Trixie grabbed his hand and led the three toward the exit. Cami was clearly not as drunk as the two so she led the way; Trixie really thought since their bubble was broken Tyler would’ve let her go. But all he did was Wrap his arms around Trixie’s waist and bring her closer to him so they were walking together.

“You two make me sick.” Cami spit out as the three waited for Mike to bring the car to the front. Tyler nuzzled his nose into Trixie’s neck making her giggle and pull away a bit. She completely forgot she still had his hat on.

“Can you two just stay the night at my house? I’ll drive you in the morning?” Trixie glanced at Cami who shrugged.

“I was actually uhh, going to go grab a bite to eat with Mike. If you two wanted to go back to Tyler’s?” Trixie could feel the anxious feeling bubble up from behind the alcohol but as Tyler looked at her with puppy dog eyes she knew she wouldn’t be able to say no.

“You get to see the boys again?” Trixie laughed and nodded, getting into the back seat of the SUV.

“Fine, just because our house is far. Plus, I think Mike and Cami might bang.” Trixie whispered the last part making Cami glare at her best friend. The Car ride was quiet with nothing but the radio playing in the background. Mike and Cami talking briefly here and there. Tyler now had his head on Trixie’s shoulder, while she ran her nails through his hair making him let out a soft sigh. She was confused about how they got here, they hated each other a few weeks ago and now Tyler was whining a bit more for attention.

“We’re here. Can you two handle going inside?” Trixie nodded and nudged Tyler a bit who looked up with sleepish eyes.

“Yeah, I got it.” He pulled out his eyes and got out of the car. Cami glanced at Trixie and gave her a knowing look.

“Be careful, call me if you need anything.” Trixie smiled.

“Have fun, Cami. Be safe.” She got out of the car and smiled when Tyler grabbed her hand and pulled her through the gate and toward the house. They made it to the front door which Tyler happily opened. Trixie was immediately met with three wet noses sniffing at her legs and dog bodies circling around her heels. Bending down she happily took the dog kisses that were being given to her.

“Hi boys, Hello. How are you?” She had a dog voice already and Tyler loved it. He looked down at her and he could feel a sense of peace rush through him. It was probably the alcohol. Trixie looked up at him and stood back up, watching him. Tyler continued to stare at her, his gaze intense and hot bringing back that aching feeling between her legs.

“Tyler, are you going to show me where I’m going to sleep?” Tyler stepped closer pushing her up against the front door.

“Do you really want to sleep?” Trixie bit her lip and shook her head.

“That’s what I thought.” Without a second thought Tyler leaned in and pressed his lips against Trixies and before she knew it, Trixie was grabbing at his shoulders and lifting a leg to wrap around his waist. She knew this was the alcohol, she knew she was horny and she knew that if she was sober both of them would have had their walls up. But as Tyler dipped down to grab at the hem of her dress and yank it over her head, knocking his hat off of her in the process, Trixie knew neither of them cared.

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24 little kinks | Christmas Requests are now open! 🎄☃

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” Loki chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat all of the chocolates inside at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

“I hardly need… toys to satisfy your needs, neither do you need any to satisfy mine. You are not… unchallenged when we are in bed together, are you, sweet one? Because I can ensure you, I can change that in a heartbeat…” He threatened teasingly. His cool lips brushed against your neck, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps on your sensitive skin.

“No… of course not… but experimenting with sex toys can be a lot of fun?”

You almost giggled to yourself despite your growing excitement. You had never actually taken Loki to a sex shop. That should be really interesting; and besides, you had been imagining him tying you up and blindfolding you countless times already. The God of Mischief made no secret out of his dominance, hunger and godly stamina in bed and he had not just once forced you into so many orgasms you had nearly passed out from all the breath-taking pleasure. So why not take it up a notch?

“You intend to buy an advent calendar full of… sex toys for us?” He repeated with raised eyebrows. You could tell he was beginning to like the idea—and what he could do to you, how he could tease you with all the things in this… naughty advent calendar.

You could practically feel him slowly changing his mind, arousal radiating off of him and making you squirm a little in joyful anticipation.

Finally, he sighed, an amused but cheeky smirk playing on his lips. “Very well. Where do we acquire this calendar?”

And with that teaser, I would like to announce that this year’s Christmas requests are now open! 🎄☃ How will it work? This year I’m working on a Christmas special. Everyday, Loki and RC will open a little door and find a new toy to play with... right until Christmas Eve. That should be twenty-four really interesting days, especially with Loki being thoroughly unfamiliar with the concept of sex toys and their function.

Ideally, I would be posting one door—one Imagine, each day until Christmas but due to work, classes, sleeping and baking Christmas biscuits, that might not always work out. Therefore, some doors might get a combined Imagine.

How does my request fit in? So now it’s your turn! Send me all of your (kinky) and Christmassy prompts for Loki. I already know what’s behind every little door, of course. But that doesn’t mean I’m hoping for loads of enticement/suggestions from you guys in my inbox. You know I love receiving your ideas! Please, feel free to request whatever Christmassy prompt you can come up with--most of which I will combine with my Christmas special--and also, do not hesitate to send me requests for other characters as well, if you have any. As this is a Christmas special, most Imagines will be for Loki (and I can’t complain because usually, 80% of all requests I receive are for our mischievous Trickster 😌) but if there’s a specific prompt/request, another character will, throughout the Christmas season, of course make an appearance too.

Requests will be open until November the 30th. I bet many of you guys are in a Christmassy mood already and while I only put away my Halloween decoration today, I’m sure you are as ready as me for some Christmassy prompts.

I will not be able to take regular requests this time, due to the sheer amount of Imagines I’m planning. Rest assured though, as soon as “Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker” comes out, I will be posting some Kylo Ren and General Hux Imagines in between. I might even be able to take some requests as soon as I’ve seen the movie (which I am super excited about).

Until December the 1st, I will be working on the remaining requests that are still sitting in my inbox, including a sequel for that Thomas Sharpe Imagine you’re all waiting for. ♥

As usual, if you would like to request, please send me an ask, not a direct message and not a comment under this post, simply so I can keep an overview.

I write for:

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

General Hux (Star Wars)

Captain Boomerang (Suicide Squad)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)

Eric (Divergent)

Loki (Thor/The Avengers)

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Ragnar Lothbrok (Vikings) ATTENTION: I’ve only seen two seasons thus far. If you want to request something with Ragnar, please make sure not to include any spoilers!

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Now, last but not least, please just make sure to read this quick FAQ before sending me a prompt. I only have a couple of rules but I really would appreciate if you considered them before submitting. 🤗

What do you write? I’ve been a passionate fanfiction writer for more than eight years. Thus, I write stories with my own OCs and Imagines with female reader inserts only. I don’t do personalised Imagines (e.g. specific appearance or name), Imagines with real existing people (like Tom Hiddleston), alpha/omegaverse or songfics (because I have a very specific music taste and don’t want to write a songfic about a song I don’t like).

The only things I don’t particularly enjoy writing about are RC having children and being a mother (unless it’s animals because I’m a proud cat mummy), or being a child. Suicide and self-harm are, with few exceptions concerning context, a no-go for me, as is gore. Other than that, I’m not big on AU’s that take place outside the actual canon universe (so, e.g. vampire!Loki is fine but barista!Loki without his powers in a world in which the Avengers don’t exist isn’t really my thing).

Do you take requests? I do! If you want to send in a prompt/an idea, however, please check the description of my blog before doing so to make sure requests are open. Requests that I receive while they are closed I don’t accept simply because of time management, with only very few exceptions.Please keep in mind: Given that with more than 15k followers, I tend to get up to 100 prompts at once, I choose those I personally like the most and/or that inspire me to write something–it is, unfortunately, impossible to write them all. 😭 I also like to combine requests that work together well to work in as many of your ideas as possible.

So, what should I request? Basically, anything you want. Don’t hesitate just because you think your request is not good enough or weird! If you’re still uncomfortable though, you can send it anonymously as well. Please be aware, however, that I only write what I am personally comfortable with. If I feel like I can’t make anything of your request, if I feel like it’s a great idea but a simple oneshot wouldn’t do justice to it, if I have already read/written something too similar or if it addresses something that is triggering for me, please don’t be upset if I delete it. That, of course, doesn’t mean your request sucks but, like every writer, I want to write stories I actually enjoy writing… or it would just feel like homework! 😅

Do NOT (and trust me, I see everything) send the exact same request you’ve sent to me to other writers as well, for I think that is rude and disrespectful. Should you do so, I’ll simply delete your request(s). If you want me to write something for you, that’s great and I’m flattered but if you send me a prompt, you either want me to write it for you or you don’t want it at all. It’s as simple as that.

How do you let people know that you’ve written/deleted their requests? If the request was anonymous, all I can do is put a note at the beginning of the story and thus make everybody aware that it was a request. I don’t copy the prompts to insert in the Imagine. If the person came off-anon, I tag them to let them know it was posted. If I choose not to write your request because of one of the above named reasons, I will not publish your ask but simply delete it. It would be mean to answer something like “there’s no way in hell I will write this” and I certainly don’t want to show anybody up. However, if you’ve been waiting for a request to be written for a long time already, feel free to ask me about it and I will, if you prefer it that way, answer you privately. Sometimes Tumblr swallows asks, too, unfortunately.

Would you also write about a different character if requested? That depends on the character and the request. You might have noticed that I am mostly into bad guys and villains, so you can’t expect me to write happy unicorn fluff with the world’s nicest super hero. Anyway, you can always ask but please don’t be disappointed if I decline. Naturally, I don’t write about characters from movies/tv shows/books I don’t know, neither do I write about characters that I personally don’t like.

Do you write smut?

Yes, I do. ;-)

Do you do roleplay? No, I don’t.

Do you have a masterlist? You can find my masterlist in the description of my blog, it’s accessable on mobile as well.

What’s your Ko-fi? It’s a website on which you can support me and my writing by buying me a coffee, or alternatively, a cuppa via PayPal. It’s fast, it’s safe (you can stay anonymous) and I would appreciate it so much!

So where and how can I buy you a coffee? Click on the Ko-fi button or the “Support me?” link on my blog. ♥

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deliasbabygirl-blog · 6 years ago

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New Beginnings

Summary: Reader’s POV. Ally Mayfair-Richards,a recent widow, her young son, and her girlfriend move to New Orleans for a new start. She is quite busy with her new job at the mayor’s office, leaving plenty of time for her son, Oz, and her girlfriend to bond with one another. However, Ally is hiding secret from her son about her new lover, and this new town may unveil it, for the better.

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader, Cordelia Goode x Reader x Ally Mayfair-Richards

A/N: This is something that was sitting in my drafts that someone begged me to post. There will be a part two and part three, but who knows when I will post them? Y’all know how busy life gets. Any who, let me know what you think, and perhaps throw some ideas or predictions in my inbox, and stay tuned for the next part. Always with love, Olive. (Gif is not mine)

The aroma of garlic and shrimp lingered from the kitchen, ghosting passed the stacked cardboard boxes, up the extravagant staircase, through the corridor into one of the bedrooms where I combed through short blonde curls. “Do you think mommy is going to like the cupcakes we made her?” my girlfriend’s son asked, fiddling with the new comic book within his hands. I ran my fingers through the smoothed curls, livening the hair back up before kissing his temple. “I think she will love them, sweetheart. Now, let’s go make sure I’m not burning dinner.”

The seven year old rushed down the staircase before me, evidently more eager to find a comfortable position on the couch to read his new find rather than giving a singular damn about the pasta on the stove. I, on the other hand, was quite nervous for this the first meal I was making for my girlfriend, the owner of a restaurant back in Michigan. Though I understood it was her now deceased wife whom did the cooking, I still felt the pressure of comparing to such an extraordinary chef.

Stirring the homemade sauce, I could feel the anxiety boiling through my veins, the slight pound of my heartbeat realizing my lover was to be home any moment. I thought of my day quickly, if the meal did not impress her, surely I could find something I had accomplished that would.

The morning started without her for she has rushed to work before I woke, which left me getting her son prepared for his first day at his new school as well as myself for work. That could be impressive, I thought, from realizing he had a growth spurt and only one of his recently purchased outfits fit to spilling the entire box of Froot Loops on the hardwood flooring, so promising to buy him a doughnut on the way.

Somehow, through getting his toothbrush ready and tying his shoes three different times, I managed to throw a pair of jeans on with one of her sweaters I promised to never wear and style my own curls into an acceptable messy bun, strands falling from left and right. “Oz, are you ready?” I had called out, nearly tripping out of the master bedroom as I pulled on my converse.

Before me stood the seven year old, his curls presentable, his teeth cleaner than they’d been, his shoes tied – double-knotted – and his plaid shirt and khaki shorts fitted perfectly on his slender body. “Awesome, dude!” I cheered, pride stretching my smile before we both dashed down the staircase.

Once dropping Oz off in his new classroom, greeting the teacher, again, I headed to my office in hopes of getting a new assignment from my bosses. As I neared my desk, I noticed a pile of several drafts beside a paper cup of still steaming coffee. “Thank you, Sara,” I called out to an assistant I had not seen when walking in.

I took the seat behind my desk, relishing in the feeling of soft leather molding against my thighs and back, reading over the papers until one heading stuck out to me, forcing my brows to raise and me to lower my coffee: New Orleans’ Coven Opens Doors to Witches across the States.

Pouring the finished sauce over bowtie noodles, I found myself grinning remembering the article, though unedited, I desired to share with my girlfriend, an interesting find. I collected to glasses from the cabinet, checking on the seven year old whom responded quickly, obviously very much interested in his book than my concern.

“Honey, I’m home,” I heard my favorite voice call before the door slammed in the autumn draft. The heavy pitter-patter of sneakers against hardwood trailed from the living room toward the front door until I heard my girlfriend’s quiet grunt, her son running into her with a welcomed embrace.

I started toward the dining room with two dishes of pasta, glancing over my glasses to the woman of my dreams grinning widely, holding her ecstatic son within her arms as he rambled on about the comic book I purchased him on the drive home.

Noticing the pair heading toward the dimly lit room, I hurried to collect the remaining bowl along with the duo of still empty glasses, aware the other woman had snagged a bottle of wine after work. “And hello, my beautiful girl,” she cooed as I reentered, handing me the bottle of moscato before kissing me gently. She was always very adamant about showing Oz what love should look like and how it was expressed.

“How was your day, sweetheart?” I asked her, watching her take her seat, circling the table to my own. She mumbled something to Oz about putting his comic book down while we ate before she answered me.

“Oh, I had quite a busy day,” she chuckled, her eyes starry and captivating. I poured the wine, happily awaiting for her to continue. “The mayor is so kind, and she listened to every idea I had about the women’s march on Bourbon Street next month. She even offered to speak, and she said she would ask that woman that spoke with Billie Dean Howard about the coven opening. What was her name?” her brows furrowed adorably as she thought, but my own mind captured her words, widening my eyes.

I placed my glass down on the table, scooting to the edge of my chair eagerly. “Cordelia Goode?” I offered the name that I had read over and over in the article. She nodded, her brows raising as she sipped her wine. “Speaking of the coven, I actually got an article to edit today about this Miss Goode opening the doors of her coven to all witches in the country. Can you imagine what a sight that must be?”

“Are witches real?” Oz asked, drawing our attention toward blonde curls and a juice-stained upper lip. Clearing my throat, I placed another bite of pasta between my lips, gaze flickering toward the other woman.

Though we shared a home and both took care of the sweet young boy, he would always truly be her son, and I was aware she would ultimately choose what to tell her child and what not to tell him, even if white lies poured from her lips to protect her son. Much to my surprise, she nodded toward him, clearing her own throat.

“Not in the stereotypical way,” she began, looking from her son to me before her attention returned to him. I watched her carefully, noticing the lack of tensing within her jaw, the way her smile was effortless. This conversation was nothing in her mind, a simple explanatory conversation to provide her child with knowledge. “But they do exist. Witches are women who possess extraordinary powers.”

Oz seemed satisfied enough with his mother’s answer for he returned to his dinner. The older woman looked to me, placing her free hand over mine on the table, and we shared a knowing glance. “This dinner is excellent, dear,” she smiled softly, her thumb running back and forth along my knuckles. “And thank you for taking care of Oz today. I grabbed him some more clothes on my way home. I can’t believe he’s grown so much in a month!”

Sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, feet dangling over the floor, I folded the new clothing for Oz, making a mental note to collect an outfit from the bunch the next morning. I could hear my girlfriend whispering a goodnight to her son before shutting the door behind her, before promising him she would ask me to make him pancakes in the morning. Thinking he believed in my cooking skills, I chuckled aware pancakes were above my talents.

“There are frozen pancakes down there,” the older woman chuckled walking into the room, gently closing the door as she sauntered toward me. “Again, thank you for everything you did tonight. I don’t think I would be sane without you.” With a flick of my wrist, the door locked, making her smirk, her thighs straddling either side of my own.

“So, I have extraordinary powers, Ms. Mayfair?” I teased, my hands sliding beneath her shirt to feel warmth along her back. She chuckled, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth with a roll of her eyes. Pulling her body closer against mine, I kissed her, her lips soft and warm along mine. “I love you,” she muttered into the kiss.

“I love you, Ally,” the words moaned passed my lips, and I flipped her onto the bed, her hair spreading against the bedding, her laughter roaring from her throat. “I’m glad you were honest with him.” She gently pulled the band from my hair, releasing the curls as I kissed her jawline.

God, her skin was softer than anything I had felt, the thought of smoother skin and short, trimmed curls drawing my hands to the waistband of her nude slacks. “He deserves to know everything about you,” she breathed, her fingers fiddling with hem of my sweater. “He loves you, and if you’re going to be his-

I silenced her with another heated kiss, deepening it in hopes of distracting her mind. Not only was I to compare to her ex-wife’s cooking, I knew I would have to compare to the woman’s mothering, as well. Never had Ally said those comparisons were needed, that there was a bar I needed to meet, but I could not help feel it was indeed in place.

At least one thing she promised was better with me was the way I made her body feel, the heat I could flush through her, the spasms that left her panting and begging for more.

She lifted her hips, allowing the unbuttoned waist of her slacks to glide over her ass, her own hands now fidgeting at the buttons of her cotton blouse. Olive green greeted me once the clothing was removed, forgotten on the floor, lace against her porcelain skin, high-waisted panties and a plunging bra. “Were you looking forward to this when you got dressed this morning?” I chuckled, brushing the strands of hair from my face.

“Can I not wear lingerie for my own benefit?” she poked my nose before tangling her fingers back in my hair, her eyes growing darker with each passing second, her bottom lip curling back between her teeth. Rolling my eyes, I kissed the space between her eyebrows. “Of course, you can, baby girl.”

My fingers traveled down her tight abdomen, over the lace between her thighs, and a guttural moan escaped passed my lips feeling the damp fabric. Her back ached slightly at my light touch, her need evident. Flicking my free wrist, her lingerie fell from her body, sliced perfectly, resting beneath her on the white sheets. I grinned guilty down at her, scrunching my nose, and she feigned surprise with the drop of her jaw.

“Candles?” she inquired, squirming along the bed to sit against the headboard, and I obliged looking toward one candle, lighting them all around the room. The lamp upon the nightstand turned off, the gentle rhythm of music starting from the speaker upon the dresser.

Standing from the bed, I slowly lowered the jeans from my legs, watching her eyes darkening incredibly and her tongue darting out licking across her lips. “Oh, baby girl,” I feigned a frown, tossing my sweater toward the pile of our discarded clothing. “Did you miss me?”

I crawled back onto the bed, adjusting myself between her bare, smooth legs, placing a kiss on the side of her knee. I enjoyed her watching as I lowered myself, kisses trailing down her inner thigh until my mouth hovered over where she wanted it most. “Oh, please,” she groaned, fingers within my hair urging the contact.

I happily kissed her surely throbbing clit, feeling the hardened bundle against my lips, hearing the subtle moan in her throat. Needing more, craving her sounds and the twitches of her body, I flattened my tongue between her folds, licking upward agonizingly slow until my lips closed over her clit, I flickered it back and forth.

She clawed into my scalp, thighs quivering, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck,” she muttered, a groan ribboning the single word.

Aware her own mind was distracted, possessed by the feelings of her stomach clenching, her walls awaiting something more, I silently dragged the wooden box from beneath the bed into view with a single movement of my finger, opening the lid carefully without looking away from the contorted face above me.

“No,” she panted, forcing her eyes open as she grabbed my hand, pushing it against the bed. She was becoming very aware of when I did magic in the bedroom, even if it made no sound, and it was humorously annoying. “I don’t want you to use that tonight. Just,” she breathed as I sucked on her clit. “Just this.”

Before she could grumble another word, she was coming hard against my mouth, her body trembling violently, and silence pouring from her stretched mouth. I held her thighs, more so preventing their strength from squeezing my temples as I had mistakenly allowed when we started dating many months previous.

“Mommy!’ the familiar screeching of an ended nightmare erupted in the hallway. Ally pushed me off of her, stumbling out of the bed, and I watched for a moment as the post-orgasmic rush hit her, forcing her to the floor with a quiet chuckle. “I’ll go,” I offered, collecting my black robe from the hook. “I got this one.”

“I love you,” she smiled pushing her hair from her face. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Blushing, I hurried toward the young boy’s room, attempting to think of anything but the fluttering of my heart. Tomorrow, I thought, we would discuss the woman’s march and the article. Right now, I would soothe a seven year old from his nightmare about clowns, and then I would cuddle with his mother as we drifted into sleep.

“Hey, buddy,” I knocked on the door, fingers curled around the handle.

#ally mayfair richards x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs imagine

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emospritelet · 6 years ago

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Prompt: Dark Heart AU where Belle calls Gold and tells him she's pregnant

I knew I had this prompt somewhere! Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox since June 2018. Imagine the past timeline in the original story deviating around chapter 25 into this one. Hopefully that means they’ll sort their crap out more quickly.

Please send me a prompt from this list (I already have prompts 7, 13, 27, 31, 48 and 78) or this list (I have prompts 8, 11, 14, 22, 24, 39 and 45)

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Storybrooke in March was gloomy and cold, the sky iron-grey and oppressive with snow giving way to sleet and drizzle, and the sidewalks just icy enough to be treacherous underfoot. It meant that few people ventured out unless they were working, or grocery-shopping. It also meant that no one was likely to come to the pawn shop unless they were particularly punctual with rent payments. That suited Alexander Gold just fine; he wasn’t in the mood for company. It was unlikely that he ever would be. And so he spent his days holed up in the back room of the shop, cleaning and restoring antiques with meticulous care. Anything to keep his mind from present pain and past regrets.

The heavy ticking of clocks was drifting through from the shop as he sat there, hunched over his workbench like a hideous imp concocting an evil spell. The silver music box sitting on a square of chamois leather was a new acquisition, bought as a job lot in an estate sale and pulled from the bottom of a box of mismatched crockery, the newspaper around it showing a date of forty-odd years ago. It must have lain unwanted and unloved for decades, awaiting the attention of one who could see its value. He pressed a gentle fingertip against the dusky pink velvet inside, stroking softly. It was tarnished and broken, but he could see the beauty there, waiting to be revealed with time and tender touches. Once cleaned up and cared for, it would be a breathtaking piece.

He straightened up, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up before using his sleeve garters to push the black silk shirt further up his wrists and out of the way. The leather apron hanging by the bench went on next, hands tying it behind as he studied the music box, mentally running through his plan for the restoration. The buzz of the phone in his pocket made him frown, and he stepped back on one foot and fished it out, brows lowering at an unfamiliar number.

“Hello?” he said.

Silence.

“Hello?” he repeated, more tersely.

Nothing. Gold’s frown deepened, and he checked the number. No one he knew. He opened his mouth to speak again, and there was a click as the line cut out, making him shrug. Probably one of those stupid robot calls trying to sell him legal services. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, sitting back down and gently pulling the music box towards him.

He barely noticed the day passing, caught up in the delicate nature of his task, long steel tweezers gently prising apart the workings to remove a broken screw and a damaged cog that had been preventing the mechanism from turning. He smiled to himself as the cog came loose, lifting it gently aside and laying it on the chamois. Looking it over with an eyeglass, he could see where three of the teeth bent inwards, and where one had broken off completely. It would take time and patience to fix, and his smile widened. This was turning into exactly the sort of project he had hoped for.

By six p.m. it was already dusk, and Gold locked up his shop, walking to his car with his usual steady, limping stride. The wind was trying to get through his overcoat, and he shivered a little, pushing his chin down into his collar. The cold seeped into his leg, too, the old injury to his ankle causing him enough agony to steal his rest and sap his strength and patience. He supposed it was a reminder of what little humanity he had left, a painful shard of reality cutting through the numbing cloak of bitterness he wrapped around himself. At least he hadn’t completely forgotten how to feel.

His phone buzzed again, making him roll his eyes, but he tugged at the fingers of his leather glove with his teeth, stuffing the glove in his pocket and retrieving the phone before swiping the screen to answer it.

“Hello?” he said.

Silence. Gold frowned, glancing at the screen as he reached the Cadillac. An unfamiliar number, and one which he thought had called earlier that day.

“Hello?” he said impatiently. “Is someone there?”

Nothing but a doleful click as the caller hung up. He growled under his breath, shoving the phone back in his pocket and wrenching at the car door. Either a telemarketer or some local kids deciding it would be fun to prank him. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood. He drove home, the relative calm he had experienced in his shop evaporating and leaving him as hollow and cold as he had been when he woke up that morning.

He passed the florist’s shop on the way, the usual buckets of bright blooms locked inside, the lights off and the shutters down. Moe French never stayed open past five-thirty. Not since Belle had left town. His jaw clenched as a memory of her pushed its way into his mind. Beautiful blue eyes smiling up at him, dark hair spread out on his pillows. Soft red lips begging to be kissed. The memory changed, her sweet, inviting smile turning into something flat and emotionless, her eyes as cold and hard as a frozen lake as she mouthed the words that came to him over and over as he lay sleepless in the dark of night. You’re a disappointment. And I wish I’d never met you.

He squeezed his eyes shut, snapping them open again as he remembered he was supposed to be keeping an eye on the road. The sky was almost fully dark now, Rain had begun to fall, the front end of a storm blowing up from the south. He wondered if it had passed through Boston. If it had passed over Belle.

The rain was just turning to sleet as he pulled into his driveway, and he made his way carefully up the steps and into the house, breathing a sigh of relief as the warmth rolled over him. The house was silent but for the ticking of clocks, and he took off his coat and hurried to the lounge to put on some music. It was strange how the house was too quiet now. Once he would have revelled in the fact that he would be alone and undisturbed, able to concentrate on a good book and an excellent glass of wine and be assured of no visitors to disturb his peace. When had that changed? When had solitude become loneliness?

Realising that he knew the answer to that question, right down to the hour, he decided to distract himself with a glass of wine and the preparation of dinner. After inspecting the contents of his fridge and discounting a number of ideas, he took some mushrooms, along with a carton of cream, and began peeling some garlic. The buzzing of his phone made him sigh, and he dropped the garlic cloves and wiped his fingers on his apron before pulling the phone from his pocket. His eyes narrowed at the number on the screen.

“Hello?”

Yet again, there was silence. Gold was losing patience.

“Hello?” he snapped.

More silence, and he sighed in frustration.

“Look, who is this?” he demanded. “Might I say that this silent treatment is extremely tedious? Any stalker worth their salt would at least try some fucking heavy breathing, or something.”

There was a whisper of sound then, a noise so small and brief he wasn’t sure he had heard it. A muffled noise, as though someone had put a hand over their own mouth. He licked his lips, his heart thumping as something that was equal parts hope and terror flared inside him.

“Belle?”

He breathed her name, barely audible as it ghosted from his lips, not believing she would answer. There had been all too many dreams in which she had returned, after all. Too many nights when he had rewritten their last meeting in his head, when he had not pushed her away like the coward he was, when he had not broken her heart along with his own.

There was no further sound on the end of the line, and his eyes closed, bitter disappointment flooding through him. Of course it isn’t her. Why would it be her? You wanted her to leave and not return, and you were as vicious as you could be in order to make that happen. What the fuck did you expect?

He opened his eyes, swallowing down a brief, tearing spike of pain and letting cold flood through him once more, numbing him from within. It was probably just kids messing around. The sound of a breath catching, as though the caller was trying not to laugh, made his eyes narrow.

“I’ve made a note of the number that comes up on my phone,” he said coldly. “I don’t know why the hell you’re calling me, but—”

“I had to!”

Her voice, high and frightened, made his mouth fall open.

“Belle?” he whispered. A sob burst from her and was quickly stifled. “Belle, is that you?”

“Yes!”

The word was tiny, squeaked out and cut off, as though she was afraid of him. Afraid of his reaction. He licked his lips, his heart racing.

“Are you - are you in trouble?”

She laughed at that, but there was no mirth in the sound, only a high-pitched sort of desperation.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” she said, her voice wobbling. “God, I don’t even know why I’m calling you. It’s not like you care, you made that very clear!”

“Then why are you calling?” he asked, trying for coldness again. “I was pretty sure we’d said everything there was to say.”

“God, you’re such a bastard!” she wept. “Why did this have to happen to me? Why did it happen with you?”

“Why did what happen?” he snapped.

“I’m pregnant!” she shouted.

It was as though someone had punched him. For a moment he couldn’t breathe, his heart a heavy, solid ball of pain in the middle of his chest.

“What?” he whispered, and she began crying again.

“I’m pregnant,” she whimpered.

Gold sat down on one of the kitchen chairs with a thump. Music was still playing in the lounge, the sound of strings and woodwinds drifting through, their calming strains in direct contrast to the thumping of his heart and the ringing in his ears.

“It’s been months,” he said numbly.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice breaking, unsteady. “The baby’s due on May fifth.”

His mind did a hurried calculation from their last encounter. From the time he had fucked her in his shop with all the rage and passion he could muster. From the time she had destroyed him with cutting words and utter disdain. He swallowed hard, his throat sticking, dry and painful.

“And you’re sure it’s mine, are you?”

There was a moment of tense, awful silence. She had stopped crying.

“How dare you,” she said coldly, and hung up.

His jaw tightened, and he glared at the phone screen, bringing up the call history to find her number and dialling it. The phone rang, but went to voicemail, and he felt his nostrils flare. He tried twice more, but wherever Belle was, she wasn’t picking up. Not for him, anyway. He sent a text message, a curt one-liner asking her to call, and ran a hand over his face, thinking hard. Pregnant. She’s pregnant. What the hell are you gonna do now, you fucking idiot?

“Fuck!” he growled, slamming a fist into his thigh and relishing the brief pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It had been seven months since they had broken up, seven months in which he had retreated into the darkness, buried himself in work and tried not to think about what he had lost. She had left for college in Boston, left with a handsome young man in a shining red sports car, and he had assumed that would be the last he saw of her. Oh, he had grown nervous around Christmas time, thinking that perhaps she would return to visit her father, and had avoided the florist’s shop as much as he could, dreading the prospect of seeing her on the arm of her boyfriend, happy and radiant and out of his reach. To his knowledge, though, she had not come. He hadn’t had the courage to question her father about it when he came to pay the rent, but Moe French had nonetheless let slip some snide comment about how happy she was with her new lover. He had tried not to let the words pierce his soul. It was what he had wanted, after all. It was what she deserved.

Pushing to his feet, he retrieved his glass of wine and abandoned the cooking, heading for his study and turning on his computer. He doubted she would say the baby was his without being sure of it, but he needed certainty. He had been burned before, had failed to claim what was his with devastating results, and he would never make the same mistake again. There was no way he would let this child slip through his fingers, which meant that he would need to see Belle again. It meant that he would have to swallow what remained of his pride and his shattered heart and build a bridge between them, however difficult that might be. It meant a trip to Boston.

#prissyhalliwell #fic: twisted fate #rumbelle fic #my fic #rumbelle

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hockeyandstuff91 · 6 years ago

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Where We're Supposed to Be (Blurb)

Word Count: 1,476

Player: Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn, (mentions of the Dallas Stars team)

Warning: cussing, (almost) fight, Creepy bar guy

Requested: Yes from anon: Idea for a prompt: you used to date Jamie but now you date Tyler and he finds out but still protects you at a bar when someone is hitting on you.

Authors note: Thank you anon for this great blurb idea!!! This was a lot different than my series to write, so it was a lot of fun! I have a number of other blurb requests in my inbox that I’m going to try and get to very soon!

Thank you to my lovely bff @psychospeak-blog for beta reading it for me, because I’m always unsure of my writing LOL and to the lovely and talented @onesmileyflower for helping me with the title! I seriously can never name things to save my life so you are the best haha <3

Hope you all enjoy it! I always love and appreciate feedback so let me know what you think!

Almost everyone on the team decided to go out tonight to celebrate their 6th win in a row during this long home stand. I was excited because I hadn't really seen anyone in a while.. Not since Jamie and I had broken up. It had been about 3 months but it still felt like yesterday.

We had worked everything out and decided that at this time us being together just, sadly, didn't work. He wanted to focus on hockey, and I was trying to open my business. Between him traveling, and me working with the contractors on my new building, we would barely see each other. The only times we had ever been together was when we both needed to sleep, we just didn't have time for us right now. It wasn't an easy choice, we both still loved each other, but it was what had to happen. At least that's what I continued to tell myself.

"Hey," Tyler smiled as he met me by his car.

"Hey," I smiled back.

Tyler put his bag in the back seat of his car before coming around to wrap his arms around me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

Oh yeah.. that was also new. Apparently Tyler had kind of always had a crush on me, but respected what Jamie and I had of course. When he found out that we were no longer dating he would check in on me and make sure that I was doing okay.

I didn't want to go from one hockey player to another, knowing that it would just be the same thing again. Besides that Tyler was Jamie's best friend and they were on the same team! Jamie had told me to go find someone who would make me happy, and all he cared about was my happiness, but I don't think that Tyler was exactly who came to mind when he thought about that.

"You guys did so well," I smiled up at Tyler, pulling back from the embrace.

I always wanted to be careful being too clingy with Ty in the case that Jamie was around. Tyler and I had only been dating for a week now, but we had spent almost all of our free time, more so all of Tyler's free time spent either at my apartment or my new building while I worked, for the last three months.

"Thanks babe," He said softly. "Ready to go?"

I nodded, glancing over to the door as I saw Jamie make his way out into the parking lot. I climbed into the front seat, hoping he hadn't seen me just yet. Jamie was aware that Tyler and I had been hanging out, but we didn't tell him we were dating yet, it was so new to even us two we hadn't really told anyone yet.

After a few moments, Tyler got into the driver's seat and started the car. We drove for a few minutes, making our way to the restaurant/bar that the boys had picked out to go to. Finally Tyler was the first to speak.

"So.." He paused for a few moments. I could see on his face he was trying to figure out how to say whatever it was that was going on in his mind.

"What is it Ty?"

"I told Jamie.."

My eyebrows furrowed for a second but then I realized what he meant by that. My eyes went wide and I turned my head to look out the front window, not really sure what to say. It had been a few minutes, my mind racing with questions, before I finally asked one.

"Did he say.. anything?"

"Uh.. he just said that he wants you to be happy."

I nodded and looked back over to Tyler. "Is this going to make things awkward between you two? I don't want to be the reason that the team has issues because if it’s going to be-"

"Babe," Tyler laughed, grabbing my hand. He looked over to me once we hit a red light and smiled. "I promise you it'll be okay."

"I hope so," I sigh. I really was worried about that the whole time, not wanting to be the reason that Tyler and Jamie grew apart, and I for sure didn't want to cost them anything on the ice. They had another at least 8 years playing together, I couldn't be the reason that was messed up.

Tyler parked the car and turned to me fully, gently turning my head so I would look at him. "Hey," he started softly "I don't want you to stress about this okay? We are all adults here, it might be weird for a bit but it'll be okay."

I nodded and leaned forward, pressing my lips to Tyler’s. He smiled and leaned back, opening his door and making his way around to open my door for me. I climbed out, taking his hand as we made our way into the restaurant.

There were a few other guys sitting at one of the tables in the corner, a few more at the bar ordering some drinks. I looked around but didn't see Jamie yet, he probably would be here soon. I told Ty that I was going to run to the restroom really quick and then I would be over to the table soon.

I walked into the bathroom, glancing at myself in the mirror and sighed. Tyler was right, everyone here was an adult and we all should be able to handle this. It wasn't like Tyler had stolen me from Jamie or anything, it just hadn't worked out and Tyler and I got close after Jamie and I were split up.

I shook my head, focusing my thoughts. I didn't want to stress out about this anymore, I was just going to go with the flow, and enjoy the night. The boys had been doing really well lately and that's what I wanted to focus on tonight, was celebrating them.

I made my way out of the bathroom, walking over to the bar to order myself a drink before I made my way to the table. I wasn't standing there too long before someone came up beside me, a little closer than I was comfortable with. Their breath smelled like alcohol so clearly it was someone who had been here all night already.

"Hey baby," he tried to sound smooth, but he just sounded pathetic to me.

I ignored him as I went to grab my drink from the bartender, smiling to her as I turned to walk away from the bar.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked, grabbing my arm.

"Don't. touch me."

"Come on babe, look at you. You're hot, I mean I haven't seen a rack like that around here before-"

I didn't even have time to respond before a big figure stepped in between the creepy guy and I. I stepped back, my arm finally free from being held, as I did I realized who was standing between us and I sighed with relief.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Jamie growled as he grabbed the other guy by the collar.

"Okay Jamie this isn't a hockey game, you can't just fight everyone," I said grabbing him by the arm and trying to pull him away.

"Did you hear what he just said to you?" Jamie asked, still staring at the guy as we made our way over to the table.

"Yes Jamie, I did," I sighed.

"Look, I know you and Tyler are together now.. and I know I kinda fucked up things between us, but I still care about you."

"I know you do, and I appreciate that. It was a mutual choice though Jamie, you didn't mess up."

"I know I know.. But I still feel the need to protect you, so I'm sorry, but I'm going to do that."

I laughed softly and nodded. "I wouldn't expect anything less," I said as I sat down in the chair that Tyler had pulled out for me.

"Everything okay babe?" Tyler asked softly as he sat next to me.

"Yeah just.. some guy at the bar was being a little rude."

"What? Where? Who?" Tyler asked quickly as he started to get back up.

I rested my hand on his thigh and shook my head. "It's okay, Jamie dealt with it," I whispered, not sure how Tyler would react to that.

Tyler nodded and smiled. "Good," he said before looking over to Jamie. "Thanks dude, for making sure she's okay."

Jamie nodded "I always will."

Tyler smiled and looked down at his drink menu.

I looked between the two of them, Jamie looking back at me for a moment, smiling a bit, before he also turned his attention to the drink menu.

Maybe everything was going to be okay...

#tyler seguin #jamie benn #blurb #Where We're Supposed to Be #nhl fanfic #dallas stars #<3 #mine #thanks anon for the request!!!

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officialpeebee · 8 years ago

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Quarantine (pt. 1)

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Pairing: Jarun Tann/Original f!Human Character Word Count: 2192 Part: 1 of 2 Commissioned by: @bunnythemonsterslayer

“Tycho! Tycho, no!” Michelle crouched down beside the toddler, and managed to prise a stick of celery out of his hand before he shoved it into his mouth. “What have we talked about?”

The turian boy looked put out, his mandibles twitching in annoyance. “No levo.”

“That’s right.” Michelle put the stick of celery in her pocket, where it joined a number of balled-up tissues and a small plastic cow. “Levo will make you sick. Just dextro for you, Ty. Ask me next time, okay?”

“Okay.” Tycho looked unconvinced. Michelle made a mental note to check that the allergy kit was well-stocked.

Once she was sure that Tycho had not hidden any more food upon his person, she returned to her office to attempt to catch up on the day’s paperwork. The week’s paperwork. The month’s. In fact, she was not sure that her files had been up to date since the department opened.

When Michelle Mayer had gone into cryo her job title had been ‘Assistant Care Provider’. When she was brought out of stasis it was ‘Director of Pediatrics’. Her first day in Andromeda had been, to put it lightly, a little overwhelming. She had spent hours sitting in the cryo bay, shivering and sipping endless cups of coffee, while a lab assistant filled her in on what had happened since they arrived in the galaxy that was supposed to be their new home. The Scourge, the uprising, the eventual arrival of the Hyperion, Pathfinder Ryder’s altercations with the Kett - and first contact.

The angara were what interested Michelle most. She had spent years studying alien biology and culture back in the Milky Way, and she was delighted that the Initiative had encountered a new species without things becoming hostile. There was little time for excitement, however; after her informal briefing with the lab assistant she was sent straight to Operations, still dizzy and cold to her bones.

There a turian personnel officer had informed her, with little preamble, about what the problems on the Nexus meant for her. Her superiors in the department had been brought out of statis months before, and almost all of them had died in the uprising. The ones who hadn’t were living as exiles in Kadara Port. This, it was explained to her, meant that there had been an unexpected shift in command, and she was now responsible for the whole of Pediatrics.

Michelle had a thousand questions, but before she could ask a single one of them the turian told her the last bit of pertinent information - they would begin bringing the Initiative’s children out of stasis in under a week.

Since then Michelle had barely had time to stop and breathe. Hundreds of years and millions of miles had passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly she found herself responsible for a whole new generation of colonists. There was no point arguing about it. She had a job to do, and she would do it to the best of her ability. She tried not to dwell too much on the missing personnel, the lack of resources and the ever-increasing stack of reports she needed to file. Dislodging crayons from nasal passages on a daily basis had an odd effect on your priorities.

After the incident with Tycho, Michelle managed to work in her office for almost half an hour before someone knocked on her door. A new personal record.

“Come in,” she called, hitting send on the memo she had been writing.

Michelle’s assistant Saavi let herself into the room. The asari looked exhausted, but she smiled at her boss as she walked into the office. “Hey. Is it a good time?”

“It’s never a good time,” Michelle said brightly. “Which means it’s as good a time as any, I suppose. Everything alright?”

“Sort of,” Saavi said, moving a stack off files off a chair so she could sit down. “It’s Tosaan.”

“Is he still not talking?” Michelle asked.

Saavi shook her head. “We’ve been trying, but he still won’t say a word in front of the other children. His mothers say he’s fine at home.”

Michelle was a little concerned by this, though she tried not to let it show in front of her assistant. Tosaan was the youngest of an angaran family who had recently relocated to the Nexus. The group was part of a cultural exchange programme, scheduled to remain on the station for six months while a family from the Initiative went to Aya. Tosaan’s older siblings were fitting in well with their peers, but he was still closed off. Michelle’s knowledge of the angara was frustratingly limited at best, and she was unsure how best to proceed.

“I’ve read all the files,” Saavi continued. “More than once. There’s a lot on angaran politics and biology and technology, but hardly anything on social groups. Even less on children.”

“It makes sense, I suppose,” Michelle said. “It’s personal. If a new species turned up in the Milky Way would the asari be keen to tell them about Ardat-Yakshi?”

Saavi smirked. “Point taken. Took us a few decades to tell you after the First Contact war.”

“Exactly.” Michelle glanced briefly at the overflowing inbox on her terminal, grimaced, and turned off the display. “Leave it with me. I’ll deal with it.”

“Thanks, Michelle,” Saavi said, getting up from her chair. “I appreciate it.” She went to leave, and was almost at the door when she snapped her fingers and turned around. “Oh, one more thing! Kala spilled juice in the air conditioner again. Sorry.”

Michelle nodded slowly, her eyes half closed. “Of course she did. Well. I will deal with that too.”

***

Despite her best intentions, Michelle got very little paperwork done that morning. Not long after Saavi left one of her other assistants, Zavier, turned up to report an altercation between two of their krogan charges. Before long Michelle had given up on administration and returned to the main Pediatrics complex to handle the day’s various problems.

In truth, she preferred working directly with the children to sitting behind a desk anyway. That was what she was trained for, and what she was good at. The other trappings of her new station were a necessary evil. More often than not she started out her day in her office, and ended it sitting on the floor with several small, sticky children hanging off her.

As usual, she insisted that her staff take their lunch breaks first, and the cafeteria was nearly empty when she arrived. She grabbed something from the levo-amino section - not bothering to check what exactly it was - and was about to rush back to her department when she caught sight of Director Tann across the room. A thought occurred to her then. Abandoning her lunch, she walked over to where he stood.

He was deep in discussion with a well-armoured turian, and Michelle hovered a polite distance away from the pair until they had finished talking. As soon as the turian left she stepped forward, waving to catch the Director’s eye.

“Ms. Mayer,” he said. “I have a meeting to get to. Is there something you need?”

“This won’t take a moment,” Michelle said. “I just needed to talk to you about one of our angaran children.”

“Alara is the cultural attaché for Aya,” Tann said. “I suggest you-”

“Alara can’t approve new Initiative personnel,” she interrupted. “You can.”

Tann’s eyelids twitched at her tone. “Our resources are not infinite, Ms. Mayer. Your department is better-staffed than most.”

“I know,” Michelle said, trying to keep her tone polite. “But, Director, with all due respect, we are not equipped to care for the angaran children. They’re a new species. We don’t have enough information. If we could hire another care assistant - one from Aya - they could help the rest of us adapt to their needs.”

The Director sighed. “I appreciate your concern for your charges, but I’m afraid this just isn’t a priority right now. If you file a request to Operations it will be reviewed as soon as possible.”

Michelle balked a little at that. “Not a priority? Director, we’re trying to forge an alliance with the angara, aren’t we? If we can’t look after their children properly that is going to go south very quickly.”

That seemed to give Tann pause. His face was passive, but he nodded slowly at her words. “I will take it under consideration,” he said at last. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Director-”

“Ms. Mayer,” he said. “I will take it under consideration.”

Michelle knew when she was beat. “Thank you, Director,” she said. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

Director Tann gave her a curt nod and left. She watched him go, trying to puzzle out whether she had impressed or irritated him. Salarians were difficult to read at the best of times, but the Director more than most. Michelle believed that it was important to be friendly with your coworkers, and she had attempted to chat to him several times both before and after her stasis. Each time he had found some excuse to be elsewhere, and she was sure that this was the most the two of them had ever spoken.

Well, she thought. It’s a start.

***

The next week passed in a flurry of activity, just like the weeks before it. Two more human children were taken out of cryo, and a new clutch of salarian eggs were brought into the department’s clinic. Michelle had been run off her feet, as usual. It seemed that as soon as she dealt with one situation, two more sprang up in its place. If it wasn’t for her assistants and a near-constant supply of coffee she didn’t know how she would have coped with it.

Michelle was helping Saavi supervise a reading group one morning when she noticed a young angaran woman standing in the department lobby. She looked a little lost, and Michelle left her assistant to finish up the session while she went to see what was happening.

“Hello?” Michelle called as she approached the angaran. “Can I help you?”

“Ms. Mayer?” the woman said.

“That’s right.”

The angaran looked relieved. “I’m Shuri.”

The name didn’t ring any bells. “Shuri?”

“Director Tann sent my personnel folder over last week,” she said. “I’m supposed to start as your new assistant today.”

Michelle thought of the dozens of messages sitting unopened in her inbox. She smiled up at the angara. “Of course! That Shuri. Come in, let me show you around.”

After giving Shuri a tour of the department Michelle left her new assistant in Zavier’s capable hands, then hurried off to her office to check her terminal. Sure enough, there was Shuri’s personnel file, sandwiched between a memo from Maintenance and an expense receipt. She opened it, and read through the details as quickly as she was able.

Michelle was impressed. Shuri had been caring for children on Aya for almost a decade, and she held qualifications in biology and child psychology. She couldn’t have been a better fit. Her expertise could revolutionise the way Pediatrics cared for their angaran children. Michelle began to think of the possibilities; properly educating the Nexus children about angaran customs and culture could pave the way for future understanding. If the Initiative could demonstrate their competency in this to Aya they might even consider sharing more data, collaborating on research…

Michelle forced herself to slow down a little. Those were all things to think about later. For now she had to focus on getting Shuri settled in, and seeing if she could help Tosaan begin socialising with the other children. One step at a time, she reminded herself.

There was a vid message attached to Shuri’s file. Michelle opened it, expecting client testimonials, and was surprised when Director Tann materialised on her terminal screen. From the scattered datapads and half-empty coffee cup next to him Michelle guessed that he had recorded the message in his office, in a hurry.

“Ms. Mayer,” he said, the recording making his voice a little fuzzy at the edges. “I apologise for being short with you in the cafeteria the other day. I thought over what you said, and I have to concede that there’s sense in it. Keeping the angara on side is crucial, and caring for their children without the proper resources is a diplomatic disaster waiting to happen. A new assistant will be arriving from Aya within the week. I’ve attached her details to this message. Take care.” The message ended abruptly.

Her stomach sinking, Michelle checked to see when the files had been sent. Four days had passed since Director Tann had approved her request. Four days, and she hadn’t responded to thank him. She hadn’t even acknowledged the favour. He probably thought she had been ignoring him deliberately.

“Shit!”

Michelle got to her feet, grabbing her coat from where she had tossed it on the back of her chair. She wasn’t sure whether she owed Tann a thank you or an apology or both. Either way, she had to do it in person, and she had to do it now.

#completed commissions #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #jarun tann #director tann #original human female character #michelle mayer #multipart fic #andromeda initiative

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ryqoshay · 8 years ago

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How to Handle a Nico: How to Celebrate a Maki

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~3.8k Rating: T Time Frame: Maki may still be working through her residency, elsewise is a doctor. Nico is working as an idol producer. They are living together as a happily married couple. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: It’s Midnight in Japan! Happy Birthday, Maki! ❤ ＼(≧▽≦)／ ❤

Edit: Now with a wonderful illustration by @myonmukyu!

“Ma~ki~-cha~n~!” A voice sang.

“Mmmmph…” The redhead burrowed deeper into her pillow.

“Ma~ki~-cha~n~!” the voice repeated as weight pressed down on the mattress near the drowsy doctor.

Maki had never been one to love waking up. In years past, it was because she often stayed up too late with homework. She still stayed up too late with paperwork for the hospital, but nowadays, she hated waking up mostly because her favorite reason for being in bed was typically already out of bed. But now that said reason had come back…

A finger brushed strands of hair from her face. “It’s ti~me to wa~ke u~p!” Lips brushed lightly against her cheek.

Maki’s eyes snapped open. With practiced precision, she twisted herself around, grabbed Nico, flipped her on her back and moved to a position above her. Fully accustomed to the behavior, the raven-haired woman let out a laugh before grinning up at her wife.

“Good morning, Maki-chan.” She continued to beam brightly. “Happy Bir…” She was cut off as lips pressed against hers. “Now, Maki-chan, I’ve already let you sleep in,” she explained as the redhead moved to her jawline, “and I’ve got a busy day planned for us, so…” She gasped as Maki nibbled at her collar bone. “Just once, alright?”

“Mmm…” Maki replied.

She had said just once, right? Nico sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, checking once again for hickeys or bite marks her wife may have left, before turning to start tying her hair into low twintails. Well, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t anticipated this, and even left time for it. Today was Maki’s birthday after all, so Nico believed she deserved to get what she wanted. Business had also been good as of late, and while Nico was still getting used to being less budget conscious, for the first time, she felt she could really go all out and be as extravagant as she wanted in celebrating the woman she loved dearly. And she liked to think her plans for the day were indeed extravagant.

She’d just shared a lovely breakfast with her wife, or as lovely as it could be with someone like Maki who only really wanted three things in the morning, and talking often wasn’t one of them. But Nico was more than happy to provide what she could and from how slow the redhead had eaten, she knew she was savoring every bite and fully appreciated the effort Nico had put into preparing the meal.

Nico gave herself one last look over, making sure everything was in order before heading out of the room.

For her part, Maki was content. What better way to start a day than by sating two hungers? Three, if you count her caffeine addiction, but that had nothing to do with Nico. A part of her insisted she should really be more excited about a day like today, but Nico had already done so much for her in the short time she had been awake. The meal she was still enjoying was nothing short of amazing and Maki could tell her wife had poured her heart into it with all the extra flourishes; the eggs in the shape of a heart with the sauce used to spell out her name, for example.

And then there was Nico herself, who had already finished her breakfast, watched her for a few minutes and headed upstairs to get ready. Maki knew she had mentioned several times that she had big plans for the day, but truth be told, Maki would have been fine with spending the day at home with her wife. If they had never left their bed the entire day, no complaints would have been heard from her.

It wasn’t as though Maki wasn’t looking forward to receiving whatever gifts Nico and everyone else would be giving her over the next few days, as she saw them. But, for a number of years now, Maki valued time far more than tangible gifts; family vacations, Honoka’s continually pushed reunions, a night out with Rin and Hanayo, a night in with Eli and Umi, and of course, her time with Nico. The schedules of Maki and her wife had been mismatched quite often, even back since Nico first started college, and their current careers hadn’t made things easier. Every moment they had together was to be treasured.

Maki knew full well how hard it was for either of them to get a day off, much less one together. Even for a day like today, special strings had been pulled on all sides to guarantee they could have a full, uninterrupted day together. She also knew how much thought Nico had put into her plans, and if going along with things and making her happy wasn’t reason enough, Maki had to admit she more than a little curious about what Nico had up her sleeve this year.

Arms slid over her shoulders and Maki instinctively straitened her back to push up a little into the embrace.

“You almost done, my dear?” A gentle voice spoke near her ear.

“Yeah…” the redhead breathed.

“Then I’ll clean up here.” Nico detached herself from her wife. “You go up and get ready. I already picked out your dress and hung it on the door.”

Maki smirked as she stood to face her wife. “You don’t trust me to pick out my own clothes now?”

“For your own outfits, yes.” The raven-haired woman replied, matter-of-factly. “But to properly match mine, not so much.”

The doctor rolled her eyes. “Be back down in a bit.” She said, leaning down.

“Don’t take too long.” The idol tilted her head up to meet the quick kiss. “We have a schedule to keep.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Maki headed for the stairs, amused that Nico, of all people, was now pushing schedules.

Was Nico taking her to a concert? Maki found herself wondering, looking at the elegant dress her wife had set out for her. The theater? She racked her mind for the latest listings but found herself at a loss. Work had kept her busy as of late, so despite getting regular emails about the local events, most remained unread in her inbox. And even those she had opened had merely been skimmed. Still, Nico definitely didn’t have a casual dinner and a movie date in mind for today.

Maybe the opera? That would be nice. It had been a while, and despite Nico’s obvious reluctance the first time, Maki knew she had actually enjoyed it with how quickly she accepted the second invitation. Then again, such was often the case as the two of them continued to introduce the other to their favored genres of music. Maki continued to muse as she started donning the assigned attire.

“This look alright, Nico-chan?” Maki asked, walking into the living room.

The raven-haired woman looked up from the idol magazine she was reading and grinned. “You look like someone worthy of being married to the No. 1 Idol in the Universe.”

“Idiot…” the doctor said, despite blushing.

“You love it.”

“Maybe…”

“You love me.” Nico said, walking over.

“Yes. I do.” Maki confirmed. “Very much.”

“And I love you too. You look beautiful, Maki-chan.” The idol gave her wife an approving look. “I’ve always liked that dress on you.”

“Is that why you bought yours, to match?”

“Yup!” Nico struck a pose to show off her own garment.

The redhead smiled. “Well, it suits you; it’s quite lovely.”

“I know, right?” The raven-haired woman’s own smile grew as she posed again. “Oh,” She stooped to retrieve a colorfully wrapped package from the nearby coffee table, “Happy Birthday, Maki-chan!” She held out the gift.

“Thank you.” Maki accepted the package and started to unwrap it. Judging by its size and weight, it seemed to be a tie, much like the ones she had given her father a few times over the years. Odd. Nico was aware that doctors no longer wore ties in a hospital, right? Despite what television would have one believe. She opened the box. If that was a tie, it was the strangest one she had seen; there was no tapering to speak of, just a straight length of cloth. It didn’t look like a belt or sash, and it was too small to be a scarf. It was at least one of her favorite shades of red. In her bewilderment, Maki couldn’t help but ask, “What is this?”

Nico’s smile turned devious. “I’ll show you.” She removed the cloth from its container, let it unfold then moved it towards her wife’s face.

“A blindfold?” Maki voiced her realization as her vision was obscured.

“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would we?” Nico practically sang as she secured the cloth in place.

“Nico-chan…”

“Now for a test.” Nico made her signature gesture with her hands and performed her famous routine. Though she remained silent, her movements alone would be enough to garner a snide remark or similar reaction from her partner, yet Maki remained quite. Test completed to her satisfaction, she grabbed the redhead’s hand. “Come with me.”

“… Alright…”

Nico then lead Maki to the garage and opened the passenger door to her car. “Watch your head.” She said, guiding the taller woman down into her seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Ah, ah, ah, Maki-chan.” Nico scolded as she took her own seat behind the wheel. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“Fine…”

Maki could hear people around her. A lot of people, in fact. Certainly, this could possibly indicate a concert, though the acoustics were off from what she would expect. But that could very well just have been her imagination. She racked her mind for possible locations within her estimated driving distance before coming to the realization that Nico was devious enough to drive out of her way to extend the trip and throw off her off such estimates. As such, she was almost ready to give up trying to guess as her wife continued to lead her to their destination. Up a short set of steps and then they stopped.

“We’re here, Maki-chan.” Nico whispered in her ear before gently removing the cloth.

Maki blinked as her eyes tried to adjust to the glaring light. The first thing she registered was a group of people sitting in front and a little below her. Their arrangement suggested the seating pattern of a concert audience. So it was to be a concert after all… but wait, they were facing her. Was she on a stage? Maki blinked again. Yes, she was. Wait. She was to be in a concert?! In a mall?

“Nico-chan, what…?” She glanced about, trying to locate the other woman.

“Over here, Maki-chan.”

The redhead turned to find the raven-haired woman standing near a piano. “I don’t get it…” She fell back on her familiar phrase.

“Read this.” Nico indicated a plaque embedded in the music board of the instrument.

Maki leaned in to read the etched words.

This piano has been donated by Yazawa Nico on behalf of Nishikino Maki. Music is for everyone, always. Please use this to share your music with everyone.

“Nico-chan…” Maki breathed.

“Music is for everyone, always.” Nico repeated her words of advice from years ago. “I know how much music means to you, Maki-chan.” She started explaining. “I know you became a school idol in order to share your passion for music with people. And I know that passion hasn’t waned at all since you became a doctor, so think of this as…” She cut off as she found herself pulled into a tight embrace.

“Thank you.” The pianist choked out.

“Now, now, no tears, Maki-chan.” The idol said, returning the hug. “You don’t want to smear your makeup.”

A collective “Awww.” caught Maki’s attention and she scrambled out of the hug, blushing deeply. This action caused the adoration to turn to light laughter instead. Even after all these years, Maki was still Maki.

“Kiss her!” a familiar voice called, earning more laughter.

The redhead turned her attention to the crowd. Sure enough, in the front row, sat a purple-haired woman, cheering. “Nozomi?”

“Yeah! Kiss her, Maki-chan!” An orange-haired woman beside her added.

“Honoka?” And on her other side. “Eli?” It looked like all of µ’s was present, as was A-RISE. And behind them, “Mama? Papa?” And behind them, Maki recognized a number of Nico’s employees. “Nico-chan… what is this?”

“A concert.” Nico replied as though it should be obvious. “This piano may be for everyone to share their music through, but it is ultimately yours. So the first one to use it to share their music should be you.”

A round of applause made Maki realize that everything she and Nico had been saying had been heard by everyone through the small microphone clipped to the strap of her wife’s dress.

“I… uhm…” the pianist stammered.

“Maki-chan.” The idol rolled her eyes. “You’ve participated in how many concerts at the hospital? Certainly this is no different.”

“It is different… maybe…” Maki took a deep breath to bolster her confidence. The audiences for the mini concerts Nico had mentioned had been far smaller than the one gathered now. It had been years since she had performed to such a sizable group and even more years since she last played piano in front of such a crowd. She released her breath slowly as she lowered herself onto the bench.

Nico held a hand over the mic. “You can do this, Maki-chan.” She said, placing her other hand on her wife’s shoulder. “If you want, just pretend we’re at home and you’re playing only for me.”

“No.” Maki shook her head. “You said music is for everyone.” She raised the fallboard. “So I will play for everyone.”

“That’s my Maki-chan.” Nico took a seat beside her favorite pianist. She was sure to place herself on the opposite side as the audience, so those gathered retained full view of the star of the show. “Hee… I reserved the best seat in the house for myself.” She said, scooting in close.

“That’s my Nico-chan.” Maki couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Though she had said that she was going to play for everyone, it was barely halfway through the second piece when Maki found herself focusing exclusively on the notes she was playing and the woman sitting beside her. She happily let herself get lost in the melodies that flowed from her fingertips. Between pieces, amidst the din of applause, she found herself thankful that Nico had pushed her, after her graduation ceremony, to keep playing for the sake of enjoying playing.

As for Nico, she busied herself playing the part of MC, introducing each piece she wanted Maki to play by giving the audience tidbits of insight about them and the woman playing them. She had everything planned and had even brought Maki’s old sheet music, though Maki rarely needed it. During each piece, she happily returned to her place beside the pianist. Until she didn’t.

“And for the final piece of the night, we have something special for you all.” Nico explained, moving to the front of the small, raised platform that was serving as a stage in the middle of the mall.

Last piece? Maki couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Truth be told, she felt she could easily keep playing for another hour, or more, even if it meant repeating a few songs or improvising something on the spot.

“I sought out the assistance of my friend and former school idol, Umi, so as to compose a new song.” Nico stooped to retrieve the sheet music and a larger microphone from the woman she had just mentioned. “Sorry for the short notice, Maki-chan.” She said, walking back to the piano while unclipping the small mic she had been using prior. “But that’s how surprises work.” She set the pages on the music rack. “We did try to keep your part simple enough that you could play it without practice.”

Maki scanned the sheets and smirked. Perhaps it was a bit too simple? She felt confident she could play the piece in her sleep. But if Umi had helped, where were the lyrics? She turned to her wife and opened her mouth to give voice to her question.

“Don’t worry about the lyrics.” Nico said as though reading her mind. “I know them well enough. Just play. The other reason your part is simple is because I don’t want you to have to focus too much on it; I want you to hear the words as I sing them. I wrote this song for you, after all.”

Nico-chan wrote a song for me? Maki could feel warmth rise within her, not from embarrassment, but from love for her wife and anticipation to hear the new song.

“So, without further ado, I hereby dedicate this song to my lovely wife, Nishikino Maki.” Nico announced. “Whenever you’re ready, dear.” She said over her shoulder before turning back to the audience.

Maki didn’t need to be told twice and immediately started playing. She had a pretty good idea that there was a melodic intro that would lead up to the… words…

The pianist almost froze in shock. It wasn’t as though she was unaware of Nico’s vocal range, but as a professional idol, her stereotypical songs were upbeat with pitches almost as high as their energy level. It had been quite a while since she had last heard Nico sing near the bottom of her range. Maki was startled enough that she almost forgot she was supposed to be paying attention to the words. She quickly shifted her focus and let her hands run on autopilot.

The lilting lyrics painted a picture that Maki visualized immediately. The first verse spoke of longing and self-doubt; a desperate search for signs of hope. That hope seemed to ignite in the chorus, which lead to end of the journey in the second verse as what was sought had been found. The second chorus played on the theme of hope from first but its meaning was changed drastically and it became instead a quite, but powerful celebration of the love that had been found.

Maki swallowed hard to keep her emotions in check and was forced to pay more attention to maintaining her part as the bridge spoke of a new journey beginning. Nico was telling her own story, beautifully summing up their years together in one, heartfelt song. The third chorus changed things again and focused on the shared journey they had ahead of them and hope for a bright future. As much as she loved it, part of Maki wished the song to end so didn’t have to hold back anymore, but blinked to clear her misted eyes and pushed through the last chords.

Silence filled the area as the notes faded, save a few sniffles here and there. Two orange-haired young women glanced about in mild confusion before tentatively beginning to clap. The two brunettes next to them quickly dried their eyes and joined in, followed shortly by six others.

As the applause slowly crept through the crowd, Maki stood from her bench, turned and made a beeline towards Nico. Without a word, she pulled her wife into a tight embrace. This caused the applause to erupt though the mall, though it barely registered in Maki’s mind. Caught up in the emotion of the moment, she pulled back, moved her hands up to the back of Nico’s head, tilted her own and pressed her lips firmly against Nico’s.

She was fairly sure she heard Nozomi yell something wholly unnecessary, but she had stopped caring even before the song ended. She could be embarrassed later. Right now, all Maki wanted was to thank Nico for the best birthday gift she had ever received. And knowing words would fail her, this was the next best thing. No, scratch that, this was better.

“That was absolutely amazing, Nico-chan.” Maki said as her wife pulled the car into the garage. “You really went all out this year.”

After the surprise concert, Nico had taken Maki to her favorite restaurant, the one they had gone to for their first date, all those years ago. Not surprisingly, however, Nico had done her best to embarrass Maki by having the staff sing to her and ensure every patron in attendance knew what was going on. Still, Maki couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed herself.

“Nico-nii will do anything for for her Maki-chan.” Nico flashed her signature gesture after putting the vehicle in park.

“Thank you.”

“You’re not going to call me an idiot?” the idol inquired, her voice returning to normal as she glanced at her wife across the roof of the car.

The surgeon smirked as she shut the door. “Do you want me to?”

“Well…” Nico reverted to her idol persona. “Nico kind of figured it was tradition at this point.”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

“You love it.”

Maki couldn’t help but shake her head. “Maybe…”

The idol grinned. “And you know,” she sang, swaying her hips as she made her way towards the house “if Maki-chan is good, maybe next year, Nico-nii will get her a piano for the hospital.”

“If Papa will let you.” The doctor followed her wife.

“You know he’s been pretty generous with me since we moved in together.” Nico’s once again dropped back to normal. “I mean all those concerts, and the business advice, and remember he was the one who first started inviting me on your famous family vacations.”

“True.” Maki conceded. “Though I think it was at Mama’s suggestion.”

“Either way.” Nico dismissed. “But most importantly,” she approached the younger woman, “he let me marry you.” She placed her hands on her wife’s hips and smiled up at her.

“You know, there’s one more present I want today.” Maki said quietly, meeting Nico’s fond gaze.

“Oh?” The raven-haired woman’s lips curled up into a smirk. “And what might that be?” Of course, she knew the answer, but after spending the whole day being selfless, it was alright to want one thing in return, right? And she wanted to hear Maki say it.

The redhead leaned down just enough so her lips brushed the other woman’s ear. “You.” She breathed.

“Then you’re in luck.” Nico purred. “I even bought special wrapping paper for that gift, if you know what I mean.”

The way Maki’s breath hitched meant she knew exactly what Nico meant. In one fluid motion, she stooped, hooked an arm around the back of Nico’s legs, and hefted her up to carry her bridal style.

Nico laughed joyously as she slipped her arms around her wife’s neck. “Happy Birthday, Maki-chan.” She pulled herself up to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Nico-chan.” Maki smiled back as she made her way towards the bedroom so she could unwrap Nico’s last present.

Author's Note Continued: I guess I need to add to my "To Write List" a scene about Nico's first time joining the Nishikino family on vacation. I started Maki's graduation scene a while back, but hit a wall and it's been gathering dust since.

Truth be told, I have several scenes started that remain unfinished. It bothers me that I've written over 10k words in the last month or so but only completed this one scene. At least I finished this one on time. So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

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