#Also the others got impatient and crashed their private party

[mellonyheart]

This is the most self projecting thing I've ever written because guess what my body gave me for Christmas? Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy. Fuck my life. I still had to cook Christmas dinner too.

Mammon x Reader, first person pov, sfw, swearing because fuck is my favorite word today, slight angst, probably poorly edited. Edit: forgot to add 'reader is fem bodied. Whoops. Edit2: Actually gender is meaningless here and Reader could just as easily be suffering from menstrual cramps or a chronic disease/condition. So gn? The point is Reader has cramps. It's not specified what kind. Only that they hurt bad enough to not be able to enjoy going out.

Fuck.

This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Christmas.

I was supposed to greet the boys at breakfast. We'd eat and hold back our excitement (some better than others) about the coming festivities. I was going to help with Christmas dinner. I was going to bake a truckload of Christmas cookies! We were going to decorate them together. It was going to be a chaotic blast! It wasn't supposed to end up like this....

Owww....

My body seemed to have other ideas as I was now confined to my room by cramps. It's not fair! As if it wasn't bad enough I can't be in my (real) room but the boys were out spreading Christmas cheer for the rest of Devildom without me. And I was really looking forward to it!

It was hard to fight the tears as I remembered how Solomon left early to help out in my stead. I hope they can keep him away from the kitchen. That would be a disaster. Were the brothers missing me? They were right?

I missed them. I missed the present. I missed being a part of their wild world. I miss Mammon.

And now I really am crying. In no small part from the pain in my belly as much as my heart. My phone was suspiciously quiet too. Were they busy? Did something happen? Crap... you never know in the Devildom. Something is always coming up. I wanted to be a part of it. Why was fate so cruel?

I rolled over, still dwelling on my miserable thoughts. The pain killer was barely working. If I ever find this Nightbringer person (demon? Angel? Whatever...) I'm going to give them an earful. Not that my current situation was their fault but it makes me feel (infinitesimally) better to blame the entity that put me here.

Knock knock

Nope. Don't even think about it Solo. I'm asleep and I'm not eating your "soup".

Knock knock

I'm sleeping. Go away.

I could have sworn I heard a curse on the other side of my door but it was too quiet to make out. Weird. Solomon didn't usually curse.

Bzzt

?

I got a text message.

Hey.

You awake?

It's cool if you're not.

The Great Mammon just thought it'd be a good idea to check in on ya. You should be grateful I'm such a nice guy.

Fuck!

Anyway...

Just thought I'd say Merry Christmas.

"Wait!" I shouted as I threw open my door and there was Mammon halfway down the hall looking back at me with a startled expression.

...Just in time for another cramp. Ow.

"So ya were awake! Hang on... are ya okay?!" Mammon rushed to back to me, likely noticing my distress. He helped me back to bed and as he tried to take a step back I held his sleeve. Such soft fabric... if I wasn't miserable right now I would complement his santa outfit. It was perfectly... him.

"Thanks Mammon. But uh... what are you doing here?" I had to know. Why couldn't I let myself just be happy that he was here?

"Is that any way to greet someone who came all the way here to see ya?! And look at ya... fallin' over and stuff. Wait. Does that make me a hero?"

"Sure. My Christmas hero. Doesn't answer my question though." How is it that he can make me smile so easily? That has to be a super power. Maybe he is a hero.

"Do I really need a reason to see ya?! Gimme a break would ya?!" He huffed. I could guess what he was really doing here. His golden heart was always clear to me.

"I'm glad you came. Thank you. I was actually getting pretty lonely." Honesty was easy with Mammon. Even if he couldn't be honest himself. He was blushing and looking away from me. Damn he was cute.

"Y-yeah... well I figured you'd be lonely without me. I mean... well it just sucks ya got sick on Christmas. It ain't right." And by all things holy and unholy he looked at me like he meant it. He did mean it. Mammon really could be ridiculously sweet. Maybe too sweet because I can feel the tears coming back.

"H-hey! I didn't mean to... I wasn't tryin' to..." Poor Mammon. He was panicking. I really did try to explain that it wasn't that he said something wrong. It was just hormones going a bit overboard. But talking is hard when you're trying not to sob because the demon you love is too sweet for his own good. So I just hugged him. Hard. If he wasn't a demon, probably too hard but how else can I express that I love him so much I want us to meld into one person? I'm emotional. Don't hold it against me.

Mammon tried to calm me down. He hugged me back and kept saying anything he thought would be soothing in his own Mammon way.

"Hey. Ya good?" He asked as I finally calmed. My eyes hurt.

"Yeah. I'm sorry Mammon. This probably wasn't what you had in mind when you came over." My face felt puffy and I could really use a snack and some hydration.

"Don't worry about it. Are ya sure you're okay?" Anyone who says Mammon only cares about himself is an idiot.

"Yes. You're the best Mammon. I really need you to know that." I wiped my face and attempted a normal, definitely not wet, smile.

"Come on... don't get all sweet on me. Oh! I almost forgot!" Mammon suddenly dashed back into the hallway. After a moment he came back with a small festively colored bag and a thermos. "Here. I got this for ya. I uh... wanted to give it to ya before the others got here."

"Hold on... the others?" I asked, bewildered.

"Aw crap... that was supposed to be a surprise! Ya gotta pretend to be surprised when the others call ya down. I was supposed to check how ya were feeling so we can throw ya a party downstairs. Ya know, because you probably don't feel like walkin' to the House of Lamentation or the castle. And then Solomon said you didn't want to teleport so..."

I should have known. I love them. All of them. And they love me. Of course they would try to plan a surprise party so that I didn't feel left out. I feel like the luckiest human of all time. Dumb hormones can't stop me from having a good Christmas.

"Mammon?" I interrupted him from his rambling.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"H-huh?! H-hold on! You haven't even opened your present yet!" Fuck he's cute when he blushes.

"Can I kiss you after I open my present?"

"S-sure, whatever you want! Just open it already!" Mammon pressed the bag in my direction as to put as much distance between it and himself. He looked at me expectantly.

Inside the bag was... cookies. Clearly handmade. They certainly weren't made or decorated by Luke or Barbatos. One was a touch burned.

"You made me cookies?" I asked.

"Tis' the season right? Look! That one is you and that one is me. I threw in a couple Christmasy shapes too. Ya gotta try 'em though!" He looked nervous despite sounding so excited. I bet he brought these privately because his brothers made fun of his amateur baking skills. And he made mini us!

I took a bite of a Christmas tree.

"It's good."

"Yeah?! I mean I tried extra hard to get the shapes right and Luke had to help me with the decoratin' but they look good right?!" He smiled like the first sunrise in Devildom. So I kissed him.

Then as he got flustered and admonished me for the surprise attack I made cookie us kiss too.

Marry Christmas.

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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[drakewalkerfantasy]

Consequences: Chapter 2 NSFW*

Synopsis:

Jordan Williams is a former Marine who starts a new life joining Medical school at age of 27.

Rachel Ferguson is a freshly out of college graduate and Medical school 1st year student.

Two complete strangers who fell in bed together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By chance, they were brought together and their fates intertwined.

Not realising yet that not only they share the same house, they also share the person they cannot lose no matter what.

What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen when he will find out that the girl he spent the night with is not only his housemate but also his best friend’s little sister? The one he swore to himself never to touch, the one for whom he will never be good enough. Will he be able to keep his hands off her? Or are they doomed from the beginning?

Words: 3600

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content

Jordan Williams x Rachel Ferguson (Rae, Rae-Rae)

**Warnings: Alcohol consumption, anger, bad decisions, NSFW, sex, heavy make out.*

Warning: Minors DNI.

Previous chapters: Chapter 1

“Don’t you ever look where you are going,” Jordan grunted. His gaze lowered to the petite blonde girl in his embrace. The one he ran into earlier. The one he couldn’t get out of his thoughts, still feeling the attraction he felt earlier during her dance. Electricity zipping through him mixed with the anger and frustration he felt earlier.

“Don’t you?” she parried as angrily, throwing his hands off her shoulders and taking a step back increasing the distance between them.

“I watched,” he snapped, taking a step forward, looming over her. Ignoring the sharp pain in his hip. Their eyes locked onto each other blazing with fury.

“Funny thing as this is already the second time you run into me. So now if you excuse me I need to go,” snapped Rachel, abruptly turning around.

But as soon as she took a hasty step forward her heel gave way and she felt how the ground started to slip from under her feet until she felt his strong hands on her, grabbing her firmly by her hips and steadying her in place. 

Her back pressed to him and she could feel how his chest raised and fell heavily with each breath. The electricity from his touch struck through her and she gasped quietly from the feeling. 

Slightly she wiggled away from him, brushing her ass against his crotch. Feeling how his fingers flexed, digging into her hips. His hold on her firm but gentle and she could swear that she heard the barely audible hiss leaving his lips before he turned her to face him. 

Their lips just a mere breath away from each other, and their breathing elevated from the increasing desire and attraction flaring up between them.

“For Christ’s sake, what is your problem!” huffed Rachel hoarsely, barely recognising her own voice. Feeling how his body pressed into hers, while his fingers dug into her hips with tiny pressure, making her groan from the feeling, involuntarily arching closer to him.

They both stared into each other's eyes. Their lips parted, breathing heavily, feeling how the electricity crackled between them. Their eyes dropped to each other’s lips simultaneously, and before they could realise what is happening they moved toward each other. Their lips crashing in a passionate hungry kiss intensified by the anger that was still sizzling in them before their minds switched off, giving way to lust. Their kisses grew hungrier and more desperate, fuelled by the fury that they felt only a moment ago. Their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. Their hands exploring each other's bodies, not able to break contact.

“Yours or mine place,” Rachel asked between kisses. Her voice - just a little bit shaky, when the question she didn’t plan to ask dropped from her lips embarrassingly breathless.

She could feel how his body went rigid under her touch. His lips froze just a fraction away from hers not really touching anymore. Immediately missing the heat of his lips on hers. And even though she wanted to feel relieved, she felt nothing but disappointed. 

She tried to order herself to move... to pull away from him, but apparently her brains had other plans, even though she didn’t want to acknowledge that. At least not so openly, and not with her body betraying her so shamelessly. Not wanting to admit, that the moment their eyes met across the dance floor her body awakened the way she didn't realise was possible. Making her want him the way she never wanted anyone before. Feeling the sparks of electricity coursing through her. Thinking that they both felt it, but apparently it was only her.

She was only a second away from stepping back, but before she could do that he kissed her again. And it felt as if all the world around her froze the second their lips touched. Feeling the desire zipping through her from the way his body pushed against hers pressing her into the wall. Feeling his arousal against her abdomen. Instantly silencing all the thoughts she had just a moment ago.

She hooked her leg around his hip, the heel of her shoe digging firmer into the flesh of his jeans clad ass, bringing him even closer to her. His firm thigh slipped in between her legs pressing against her core with the perfect amount of pressure. Making her gasp softly, when he slowly rolled it against her.

His hand traveled up under her dress, caressing her soft skin. His fingers flitted across her thigh and toward her soaking center, raising a rush of goosebumps in their wake. She groaned when his thumb grazed the dampened material, dragging it over her panties toward her clit and pressing it firmly against it.

The question took him by surprise, but he tried not to show it. Her body moved over his thigh pressing firmer against it, while the most delicious sounds he ever heard were leaving her lips. The mix of the breathless gasps and soft moans made his cock throb with desire, and the way her body moved made him groan in return. His fingers flexed on her hip and his thumb worked over her clit with strong but careful strokes, holding her just on the edge of the climax, but not letting her go yet.

He swallowed hard, feeling how his control slipped away from him, grabbing harder to it in an attempt to catch the last bits of self-restraint before taking a minute to assess the situation.

He never was the one to rush into something without calculating the risks. Always was the one to think through the consequences of his actions, making sure that both parties knew exactly what they were going into. Needing to know first if the decision wasn’t spurt by her anger and fueled by the alcohol she consumed. Needing to know first that she could think clearly before he would give her reply. So instead of answering he deepened the kiss, making her shudder with the single sweep of his thumb over her sensitive clit, swallowing her scream.

He could feel the mix of tequila and lime on her lips. The taste was strong enough to know that she had her fair share of shots during the evening. But the way she spoke without slurping, kissed him surely, showed that her mind was clear enough for the decision to be made without it to be blinded by alcohol she consumed. Good enough for him to give her his reply and continue that somewhere more private after she would stop shuddering in his arms.

“Yours,” he groaned after a moment. Feeling how much wetter she became. Feeling how much harder she made him. “I have a roommate,” he mumbled, cutting out everything that she was about to say with the kiss.

The mix of alcohol, lust, and frustration heightened their need for each other and they stumbled toward the exit, catching a taxi. He couldn’t make the address she gave to the driver, not even caring how far this place was from his. The only thing he cared at that moment was to get in bed with this girl and fuck her senseless. For once in a long time not caring about the reasons behind that. For once just wishing to forget about everything. Forget his mother and the pain she caused to both her children. Forget about what he did and saw during the war. Forget at least for the night how many of his friends lost their lives during this ill-fated night in the desert. For once not even caring about the reasons why this girl in his arms was willing to jump into the bed with a complete stranger. For once not even questioning her motives. Just wanting her.. needing her. Complete stranger he will never see again after this night.

It took them twenty-five minutes of the ride to get to Rachel’s place. All the way, they were on each other. Kissing, caressing, touching.

Doing things, they would never do sober, with the person they just met. When they got to her place, he pulled her out of the car effortlessly before paying the cab without waiting for a change. His hands sliding under her thighs, lifting her up so her legs would wrap around his waist. Without even looking around they stumbled toward the house kissing hungrily. He pinned her against the front door. His kisses grew impatient when she struggled to open the front door. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot at the juncture of her neck. Sunking them with the slightest amount of pressure into her soft skin, eliciting a hoarse moan from her lips, before the door finally gave way, letting them in.

When inside he turned them around pressing her firmly to the opposite wall. His mouth moved along her neck. Kissing, biting, sucking on her sensitive skin. The air between them grew heavier by the minute, crackling with tension and passion they felt. Each lick and suck of his lips, each bite on her skin made her moan louder and more desperate, and he silenced them with his lips, crushing them on hers.

Her legs tightened around his waist even more, bringing him closer to her, grinding against his throbbing jeans-encased erection. He groaned, stumbling toward the stairs, breaking their kiss just for a second. Their eyes meeting, filled with something more than raw anger and lust they felt before. When he started to speak his voice was husky and breathless, and his eyes burning deep into hers with an intensity she never knew existed.

“Where?” the only word he mastered to say, his hands rested under her butt, already halfway up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Their lips moving in unison, stumbling through the door into the room she pointed, shutting the door behind them firmly with a loud thud.

As soon as the door got shut behind them, Jordan turned them around, pinning Rachel against the door. Her legs were still wrapped around him, locking tightly behind his back, and her hands tangled in his hair. Their lips moved frantically against each other's. Their tongues danced together, and their moans broke the quietness of the house.

She tasted like tequila and lime with notes of salt following them. His tongue traced hers, sucking on it gently. Mixing her taste with his, sharing the taste of all the drinks he downed this evening. 

His hands ran along her long legs toward her soaked center, feeling how turned on she was for him already, as turned on as he was for her. Their anger turned into a primal need, the need they never knew existed. The need that only they could satisfy for each other. 

Feverishly his fingers found the waistband of her panties, ripping the flimsy material off her with a sharp firm tug. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it aside. Her fingers ran along his muscles, feeling them ripple under her light touch, making Jordan inhale sharply. His hands roamed over her body without missing an inch of her heated skin before gripping her sides roughly.

His hands roamed over her body without missing a single inch of her heated skin he could reach before gripping her sides roughly and grounding her against him. Her head fell back with a guttural moan, feeling his rigid member through the material of his jeans. His lips finding hers, catching them in a sloppy searing kiss. 

The intoxicating scent of her arousal and the sound of her breathless moans made his head spin, and his hands found their way under her thighs, gripping them tightly. Without another moment of hesitation, he turned around, carrying her to the bed and dropping Rachel on it. She could hear how the husky curse left his lips, while his eyes darkened even more, standing at the foot of the bed, and watching her bounce on the mattress until she stopped. Tantalisingly slowly she lifts on her elbows, taking off her dress, and tossing it aside.

Her legs opened wide, not letting go of his gaze, not missing a flicker of lust and desire shooting through his eyes. His gaze turned black as night, running along her body toward her glistening core. His hands reached for his belt unbuckling it, yanking his jeans and briefs off. Rachel’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on an impressive member that was finally freed from the constraints of his clothes. It wasn’t just big... It was huge and thick with the long pulsating vein running up the side of his shaft. And she couldn’t help it but lick her lips, feeling how her breath hitched with the unexpected desire to wrap her lips around him.

Not letting her recover from the view, he pounced on her, pinning her against the soft mattress with his body. His erection firmly pressed into her, his lips finding hers, catching them in a fiery kiss. He groaned, feeling how she arched toward him, her slick core gliding against his throbbing member. After a moment, he broke a kiss as abruptly as he started it, kneeling between her legs. His hands spread them wider to accommodate his body between them, reaching for her centre and thrusting his fingers deep inside her warmth, coating them in her juices. He could feel how soaking wet she was already, and he made a guttural sound not able to wait even a moment longer.

Grabbing his cock in his hand, he spread her slick nectar over it, aligning himself with her slit. He groaned, pressing firmer into her before thrusting all the way in till the hilt. Jordan’s eyes shut up instinctively from a sensation of her tightness around him, and he clasped her hips in an ironclad grip. His body started to move faster, thrusting in and out of her pussy, his teeth digging into his lower lip, and his jaw tense, trying to suppress a groan and not to lose control.

He thrusted in faster and faster, getting as deep as he could. Rachel’s moans and his groans filled the room, and in a moment he could feel how her body started to tremble in his arms. Letting go of her hips, he braced himself above her, holding his weight on his outstretched arms. Their lips meeting again and again in a fiery kiss, while he continued to pound her faster and deeper. Her legs locked behind his back pulling him closer, deeper. Her hips lifting up to meet him, and the change of angle, that’s all that was needed for them both to fall apart. Her body shuddered under his and her throbbing pussy clenched tightly around his length, while his hot seed shot deep inside her, milking him till the last drop.

After a moment, Jordan rolled to the side, both panting heavily. Their chests heaving. Their eyes raised to the ceiling above them, feeling exhausted and satisfied. Feeling how alcohol finally started to take over, drifting them both to sleep.

Rachel woke up later than usual, her head throbbed with a headache, and she could barely remember the events of yesterday or why she drank a little too much.

She groaned, stretching her body, instantly freezing when an unfamiliar weight on her hip caught her attention. Frowning, she hesitantly turned her head to see what this could be. Her eyes widened when they landed on the guy she bumped into yesterday, who lay now next to her completely naked with his leg thrown over her hip and his hardening erection against her butt. The loud scream left her throat, and she pulled the blanket with all her might, making a startled man next to her fall to the floor.

“What the hell,” groaned Jordan, getting up from the floor, feeling how his head was throbbing after yesterday. He rubbed the back of his neck, at a loss looking around the room, his eyes landing at yesterday’s stranger in front of him sitting on the bed and glaring at him. 

Her body wrapped in a blanket and her hand rested above her bosom. His eyes widened and he blushed slightly at a sight in front of him, and from the fact that he was completely naked. Frantically, he began to look for something to cover himself up, grabbing the first thing that came into his hands. His hand wrapped around a plush teddy bear from the nightstand table, covering his member. His throat tightening not able to form a word.

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom? How did you get in here,” cried out Rachel, throwing daggers at him, with her gaze. Having some vague idea of what may have happened yesterday from the way her body still hummed in satisfaction, and the wetness between her thighs.

“Even though I don’t remember much, but it doesn’t take a genius to assume that we had sex...,” frowned he, nodding at their clothes that were scattered around the floor, trying not to let the blush cover his cheeks as if he would be some inexperienced boy. “Can you…. hmmmmm…. Can you not look at me? I mean until I get dressed,” asked Jordan, nodding to his half erect cock. Noticing, with the spark of satisfaction, how her eyes widened, landing on his massive member barely covered up with her plush toy. Trying to suppress the smirk, when the blush dusted her cheeks.

“Really? Now you are shy? Don’t you think that this is a bit too late,” asked he rolling his eyes.

“Shut up,” she grumbled half heartedly. But before he was able to reply she raised her gaze to his. Her eyes widened and the blush disappeared from her cheeks instantly, making her look paler than the moment before. “Shit,” she whispered. “Wait did we… Did we use protection?” asked Rachel cautiously, panic gathering inside her and she bit at her bottom lip nervously, feeling a liquid pulling between her legs.

“I don’t remember,” grunted Jordan, lifting his boxers and jeans from the floor and starting to dress. “But I’m sure I did… And if not I can assure you I’m clean and you are on the pill. Aren’t you?” he asked cautiously, watching her, while she shook her head, turning paler than the moment before. Her eyes widening even more, while she rushed toward the en-suit bathroom with the blanket wrapped around her.

Few minutes later, when Jordan pulled on his t-shirt and was zipping up his jeans, she walked back into the room, her face almost white as a sheet.

“Well, this answers the question,” she mumbled quietly, looking at him, “you didn’t, in fact, use protection.”

“Shit,” swore Jordan, watching her with concern. “If… if this may be a problem,” he asked, feeling the blood drain from his face, and he sat back on the bed, raking his hand through his thick dark hair. His ocean blue eyes met her forest green.

“I don’t think so. This shouldn’t be a problem as days aren’t right. So we should be okay,” replied she, getting out from the drawer a pair of shorts and a shirt and sitting next to him to get dressed.

“Thank God,” said Jordan, breathing a sigh of relief. “Then I probably should be going. I just moved in, and I haven't even met my new housemate yet. And I don’t want him to think I have no manners.”

“Ohhhhh, yes… I doubt that his first thought when meeting you will be the lack of manners,” mumbled Rachel under her breath, rolling her eyes, while he was heading toward the door. She followed behind, catching up with him next to the door. “Yes, you probably need to go… Also, let’s hope that my housemate didn't hear what we have done yesterday or stayed somewhere else,” said she, letting him out of her room.

“Do you have a housemate?” he asked, his eyes widened. “You didn’t say it…”

“Didn’t I?”

“I don’t recall it, and as I have an eidetic memory, so either no, or…”

“Or you were so drunk that you simply don’t recall this. You know, considering how you fucked me last night, and even not remembering doing that or the fact that you should use protection I doubt you would even remember a word I was saying to you,” hissed Rachel, marching downstairs to shove him out the door.

Her anger and frustration at this irritating rich boy, returning. He followed after, feeling how his blood started to boil from her accusations but stopped dead as soon as his eyes landed on the familiar blazer, hanging near the door.

“How… How did this get in here? I don’t… I don’t recall wearing it to the club… I would never,” he breathed, a cold shiver running through his spine.

“Maybe it is my housemate’s blazer but like yours?” she asked, already holding the door wide open.

“No…,” he groaned, his face turning pale. Abruptly he turned back, taking off toward the living room, ignoring Rachel’s protests. She growled irritatingly, following after him, trying to keep up. She barely managed to stop in time, preventing a collision after he abruptly stopped. Both standing in front of the fireplace, where a photo of two was standing on a shelf, their eyes widened, and they both gasped.

“I thought we went to your place last night,” husked Jordan, his eyes still fixed on a picture of him and a young woman standing right in front of them.

“We did,” confirmed Rachel, looking perplexed at the photo she didn't recall seeing in front of them.

“Then how, can you explain that my and my sister’s picture is in your living room,” demanded he, still refusing to believe in the most obvious and logical explanation.

His eyes roaming around the room. His face paled even more when his eyes catched the sight of another picture next to this. The young man of Jordan's age in a Marine’s uniform was hugging a younger girl with blonde hair and forest green eyes. Both smiling happily. Slowly he turned to Rachel, meeting her eyes with a mix of horror and faint recognition.

"How... How do you know him?" he asked hoarsely.

"This is my brother, Brandon," replied Rachel furrowed her brows and looking at him questioningly.

“No… this is…. This is not happening. This cannot be happening,” he whispered under his breath. Feeling as if he would be punched straight in the middle of his chest, while the single thought flew through his mind.

I slept with my housemate… I slept with my best friend’s little sister.

Tagging: @choices-bound​​ @lahelasaveiro​​

[rocorambles]

Could I get a request pls 👉👈 Where the reader used to be on the Inarizaki team and was a Tobio’s and Tsukki’s rival. The reader would constantly annoy Kags bc he couldn’t set anywhere without the reader always deflecting or blocking his attacks and Tsukki always got annoyed by the reader bc the reader was just as petty as he was. Years later they meet up again and have a threesome ☺️

Ooh what an interesting concept~ (Also, reader kind of sounds like Suna lol) A little gift for my readers who are looking for some male reader content! 

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Overstimulation

With a team as strong as Inarizaki, it’s no surprise that they have exceptional blockers and Suna Rintarou is a pain in the ass to deal with on both a technical and mental level. But despite being on a competing team, Kageyama and Tsukishima know better than to be outright disrespectful to an upperclassman and they both just grumble on their breaths as Suna blocks their spikes and directs snarky comments at the tall blonde middle blocker. 

You, on the other hand, are even worse than the upperclassman you’re so close to and while Suna antagonizes the whole Karasuno team overall, it almost seems like you go out of your way to only irritate Kageyama and Tsukishima (successfully, Suna notes, as he watches you with glowing pride). And both the rest of Karasuno and Inarizaki watch in a mixture of confusion, annoyance, and amusement as the three of you snap and bark at each other during warm-ups, during matches, during breaks between games. 

But high school is high school and the three of you part ways after your last official match against each other, going off onto bigger and better things. 

Or so you think until three sets of eyes glare at each other at a networking event hosted by the Japanese Volleyball Association. 

And just like that, it’s like the three of you are back on the high school court at Nationals, you jeering and mocking the two ex-Karasuno players, Suna and Atsumu watching from the side cheering you on and cackling, Aran shaking his head and trying to get you to shut your mouth while Kageyama and Tsukishima reply with their own scathing comments, Hinata cowering behind the two taller athletes, but vigorously nodding his head in support as his ex-teammates exchange verbal blows with you. 

But it seems that not much has changed and as food and drinks begin to circulate around the room, tempers mellow and the three of you almost instantly forget about the bickering you’re in the midst of, too focused on shoving your face with whatever appears nearby you on a serving tray. 

You’re sufficiently tipsy, practically skipping around the room in giddiness as you let the alcohol propel you throughout the rest of the party and fresh air sounds great right about now as the alcohol blanket wrapping around you makes your neck sweat under your suit collar. So you make your way through the doors, humming as you let the evening breeze cool you down, pausing and slightly stiffening when another presence comes to stand besides you. 

As fun as it is to rile up the blue eyed setter, you’re not in the mood right now and it seems like he isn’t either if the silence is anything to go by and the two of you stand side by side, nothing but the background noise of other athletes chattering filling the air. And you almost forget he’s even there until a low voice echoes throughout the space. 

“Why do you dislike Tsukishima and me so much?”

In hindsight you’ll blame the disturbing amount of alcohol for your quick and unfiltered response. 

“I don’t. It’s the opposite actually.” 

The two of you stare wide eyed at each other, both your jaws going slack at your unintentional confession, and then the two of you are screaming at the same time. 

“YOU- YOU LIKE US?!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN THAT!”

 And really, you’re sure if no one had stopped you, the two of you would have been out there squawking at each other all night. But fate has other things in store for you and you freeze when a lean body presses up against you from behind, caging you between it and the toned body of the dark haired man still blabbering on, but quickly shutting up when your body makes contact with his. 

“So all this time, you were just being a prick because you didn’t know how to express your feelings? What are you? In Kindergarten?” 

You can feel a familiar scowl spreading across your face at the taunt, but you’re silenced by the genuine curiosity and softness in blue eyes that stare down at you in...hope? No, there’s no way...

But maybe there is a way and your heart flutters as a rosy tint flushes Kageyama’s cheeks and he’s a flustered mess as he awkwardly looks anywhere but at you, stuttering out the fact that his hotel room is walking distance. Maybe...maybe you could all discuss in private...only if you want that is...

Before he can embarrass himself further, you hear an annoyed tsk from behind you and suddenly calloused hands are wrapping around both Kageyama’s and your wrist as he drags the two of you towards the directions he had deciphered from the setter’s messy, barely coherent rambling. And now here the three of you are, a tangled moaning mess on a rumpled bed in a hotel somewhere in Japan. 

The movements had been stiff and hesitant at the beginning, Kageyama and you fumbling around as you tried to undress each other without being able to really look at each other without your faces heating up. Thankfully Tsukishima had stepped in, impatiently and roughly tearing fabric off of both your bodies, and when his hands had accidentally brushed against your nipples and elicited a breathy moan, that had been enough to break down any resistance. 

You groan as lips come crashing down on yours, sloppy but with passion and urgency that made up for it, and you melt into Kageyama’s touch as calloused hands tentatively grasp your hips. But unsatisfied with the slow intimate pace, hands creep up from behind you and you wail as your nipples are roughly tugged and twisted, your cock twitching in interest as pain bleeds into the pleasure you were being lulled into. 

“Of course a mouthy brat like you would get turned on by pain. Is that why you were so fucking annoying all those years? You wanted us to turn around and punish you?” 

You try to deny the humiliating and degrading words, but your protests are cut short as a hand wraps around your cock, tugging and sliding a thumb underneath your head in a way that has you whimpering and jerking your hips for more, mouth obediently wrapping around the finger slicked with your own pre-cum being shoved past your lips, forcing you to taste yourself. 

“You’re so much more tolerable when you’re quiet and not running that stupid mouth of yours. Maybe we should always keep your mouth stuffed full. It’s not like anything worthwhile comes out of it anyway.” 

Kageyama makes a move to step between you two, unsure of the cruel words and strange dynamic building in the air. But he pauses as you easily let Tsukishima push you to the ground on all fours, only eagerness and want in your eyes as you longingly gaze up at the middle blocker, unable to keep from salivating over his own growing bulge as your own fully hardened cock leaks and bounces with every desperate shake of your hips. 

Tsukishima scoffs as you whine and mouth at his length, smugly smirking as a silly smile stretches across your face as he mockingly slaps his cock on your face before briefly looking up to exchange glances with his ex-teammate. 

“I’ll take his mouth this round. Knock yourself out with his other hole.”

And then there’s only the slick lewd sounds of you slobbering over the cock being shoved down your throat as Tsukishima grabs you by the back of your head and forces you down until your nose is pressed against his lower abdomen. 

Kageyama watches with rapt attention, unable to look away from the debauched sight of your mouth being forced to stretch around the length being thrust in and out of you, trails of drool dripping to the floor, his hand automatically palming himself. But it’s not enough and he’s quick to kneel behind you after a frantic search for the bottle of lube the three of you had purchased on your way to his room, long fingers gently, but firmly prodding at your puckered hole, smiling in satisfaction as you slowly but surely yield and unfurl for him, a high pitched keen escaping your full mouth as one finger becomes two, stretching and scissoring inside of you, dragging and searching, searching, searching...

A muffled broken cry pierces the room as he finds the spot inside of you and a grin replaces a usually stern countenance as he toys and rubs against it insistently, watching as your thighs tremble and your ass shakes, making eye contact with Tsukishima as the blonde’s pace begins to stutter, head thrown back as your moans vibrate against his cock. And then he’s holding you down, forcing you to swallow every last drop as he cums down your throat, releasing you and letting you loudly wail as Kageyama finally presses his own cock inside of your fluttering hole. 

You reach to stroke your aching cock, but you sob when your hand is smacked away, both your wrists restrained down and in front of you by Tsukishima as he sneers at your disheveled face. 

“You’re going to cum untouched or you’re not cumming at all. Understood?” 

You shake your head, pleading with tear-filled eyes as you try to tug your wrists out of his hold. But then Kageyama is increasing his pace, shifting his angle in a way that has you forgetting about anything else other than the delirious pleasure lancing through you as he hits that spot inside of you with every thrust. 

You’re so close but it’s not enough and you’re babbling nonsense as tears and drool stream down your face, begging for more, more, and more, looking pathetic enough for the tall blonde in front of you to sigh and compromise. And then you’re keening, borderline screaming as Tsukishima releases your arms to tweak and roll your hardened buds between his fingers, pulling at them and forcing you over the edge that you had teetered on for so long. 

Your upper body collapses on the floor, exhausted, twitching and writhing as Tuskishima and Kageyama are relentless in their ministrations, hands still teasing your nipples, strong hands still holding your hips up in a bruising grip as a cock continues filling you. It’s so much, too much, and you quietly sob from the overwhelming stimulation, gasping in relief and arousal as he bottoms out one last time, thick hot spurts splattering your used hole, panting as Kageyama carefully pulls out and lowers you completely. 

You can feel your heavy eyelids begin to flutter shut as you begin to succumb to exhaustion, sighing in contentment as Kageyama lets you lay your head in his lap, his hand affectionately stroking your head. But you startle when you feel fingers play and prod with your cum-stained hole, arching your back as they easily slip inside your loosened entrance, twisting around to stare in bewilderment at the blonde now positioned behind you, stroking his already hardening cock to full mast. 

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? We have years of payback to make up for.” 

[hajimes-erect-ahoge]

Postmortem- Chapter 17

PING PONG TIME ao3 Approximately two weeks had passed since Ouma had sustained his concussion, giving him ample time to recover. During these two weeks he mostly rested and stayed in the apartment, albeit hesitantly. Ouma was impatient; He wanted to be out and about as if he had never been injured in the first place, but Saihara and Momota had other plans for him. It was incredibly boring to him, but Ouma reluctantly saw the point in their strictness as he soon felt better.

Now, however, he was itching for a chance to leave the apartment. Even if it was something as mundane as joining Saihara and Momota for their nightly training once more, Ouma craved an excuse to get out of the apartment and do something. What he would do, however, remained a mystery.

That was, until he overheard a rather interesting conversation between Saihara and Momota.

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”Hey, sidekick!” Momota’s voice greeted enthusiastically, “Got any plans this weekend?”

Saihara peered over his mug of coffee, carefully recalling if he had any plans coming up. “Not that I know of.” He observed Momota’s cheerful demeanor, expecting an invitation of some sort.

“Great!” Momota slammed his fists together in excitement, grinning at his sidekick. “Then you and I are going to check out the game room on Saturday!”

“The game room…?” Saihara repeated Momota’s words back to him, faintly recalling that the apartment complex had a game room reserved for leisurely activities. “That’s right! I remember the paperwork we had to fill out mentioning a recreation room of some sort…”

“Yep! What do you say?” Momota beamed, radiating liveliness.

Saihara gave a soft smile, “Sure, sounds fun.”

“Great! It’ll be just the two of us then so don’t forget!” Momota told Saihara, who nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Ouma stood right before the threshold of the living room, fingertips lingering on the door to the bedroom. He smirked to himself, a plan manifesting itself in his mind. At least he wouldn’t be bored this Saturday, he thought.

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The awaited day came quicker than expected, Ouma’s mind buzzing with excitement. He glanced at the clock before practically leaping out of bed, making sure everything was going according to plan.

Saihara-chan and Momota-chan should be in the game room right now… Time to get to work!

The layout of the apartment complex only facilitated Ouma’s plans, the game room being located in the basement while the apartments and common room were ground level. He quickly set his plan in motion, knocking on Amami’s door.

After a few short knocks the door opened, revealing a nonchalant Amami.

“Hey, Ouma-kun. What’s up?” He leaned casually against the door, awaiting Ouma’s response.

“Amami-chan, I need your help!” Ouma balled his hands into fists, looking up at Amami with pleading eyes. “It’s an emergency!”

“Oh? And what could that be?” Amami chuckled to himself, unfazed by Ouma’s antics.

“Saihara-chan and Momota-chan are hanging out in the game room without us!” Ouma frowned.

“And this is an emergency because…?” Amami asked, not following Ouma’s logic.

“Because...” Ouma smirked, “We can’t let them have fun without us, riiiight?”

“Okay…” Amami replied, starting to put the pieces together. “So you’re suggesting we show up and crash their hangout?”

“Not just us!” Ouma grinned, beaming up at him. “Help me gather the rest of the guys! Pwetty pwease?”

Amami snorted, now fully understanding Ouma’s plan. While he could chalk it up to his typical mischievousness all he wanted to, it was clear that he missed spending time with everyone despite their grudges. He nodded, agreeing to Ouma’s plan.

“Yay! Amami-chan is the best accomplice ever!” Ouma cheered.

Amami cocked an eyebrow, “Accomplice?”

“Yep! Now come on, we’ve got a party to crash!” Ouma grinned, having successfully gained Amami’s cooperation.

The two of them thus set out to gather the remaining boys and bring them to the game room, Saihara and Momota blissfully unaware of what was going on.

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The game room was full of various means of entertainment, such as a ping pong table, a foosball table, a pool table, and an overabundance of couches and other forms of seating. Saihara and Momota stood at each end of the ping pong table, paddles in hand.

“I win… Again.” Saihara gave a sly smirk, picking up the ping pong ball.

“T-That’s because I was going easy on ya!” Momota declared, aiming to save his dignity. “One more round!”

Saihara chuckled, choosing not to point out the fact that Momota said the same exact thing after the last round. “Sure.”

Raising his paddle in the air with one hand and holding the ping pong ball in another, Saihara prepared to serve and start the next match. But just as he was about to strike the ball after tossing it in the air, the doors to the game room swung open. Saihara fumbled with the ball as it fell to the ground, instead turning his attention to the now open doors.

“Guess whooooo!” Ouma sang as he stood proudly in front of the open doors, the rest of the boys standing behind him.

“Ouma?! What do you think you’re-” Momota began, only to be cut off by an impatient Ouma.

“Hush, Momota-chan! I’m still mad at you for making plans to go to the game room without me- I mean, us!” Ouma pouted, haughtily stalking over to the ping pong table.

The other boys filed into the room, following Ouma. Shinguji and Hoshi seated themselves on the couch, having come here against their will more than anything. Meanwhile, Gokuhara explored the many different games set up in the room with Kiibo following him, offering him an explanation and answering any questions he had, having studied thoroughly about human forms of entertainment.

“Sorry about that.” Amami chuckled.

“Wha-?! Amami, you helped him?!” Momota was more dumbfounded than anything, surprised that Ouma managed to pull this off.

“Yeah, he seemed pretty determined about crashing your private little hangout session.” He approached the ping pong table, picking up a spare paddle. “Since we’re all here, how about a game of ping pong?”

“Ooh, ooh, I wanna play!” Ouma excitedly searched for another paddle, holding it up proudly once he found it.

Momota grinned, “You guys are on! Shuichi, come on my side! We can take ‘em!”

“We’ll see about that.” Amami retorted, getting into position along the other side of the table with Ouma.

Saihara held up the ping pong ball, preparing to serve it. “Ready?”

The members of the other team nodded, Saihara promptly serving the ball. A rally quickly formed, mostly between Saihara and Amami. Ouma would jump in and hit the ball whenever it was on his side, both him and Amami staying on their designated sides. Noticing that Momota was sitting back and letting his sidekick do all the work, Ouma hit the ball straight towards him. Momota fumbled for a moment before haphazardly striking the ball, sending it flying over Ouma and Amami’s heads.

“Hey, that wasn’t fair!” Momota protested.

Ouma snorted, “Last time I checked there are two members on a team, Momota-chan! Stop making Saihara-chan pick up your slack just because you suck!”

“I don’t suck! It’s just our strategy!” Momota argued vaguely, “You’ll see!”

Amami had retrieved the ball from the other side of the room, holding it in his hand. Once Ouma and Momota had stopped bickering he served it, starting another round. Momota received the ball, striking it with a particularly fired up exclamation. Ouma rolled his eyes, hitting the ball back with ease. Another rally started, only to end when Amami sent the ball right in between Saihara and Momota, causing both of them to hesitate in receiving it.

Ouma gave an impressed whistle, “Looks like I chose the right teammate! No one beats Amami-chan!”

Watching Ouma and Amami share an excited high five, Saihara couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Were him and Amami always this close? It was just a game of ping pong anyway, it’s not like it was a big deal…

Saihara was brought out of his thoughts upon hearing none other than Amami’s voice.

“You’re pretty good at this, Saihara-kun.” he complimented.

“Thanks…” Saihara awkwardly replied, still staring at the ground in thought.

“Both of you seem to have a knack for this, if my opinion means anything.” Hoshi’s deep voice spoke, eyeing Saihara and Amami as he stood up from his seat and walked over to them. “I may not truly be the Ultimate Tennis Pro anymore, but I’ve still got some skill when it comes to these types of games. I know talent when I see it.”

“W-What about me?” Momota asked, seeking validation of his own skills.

Hoshi shrugged, “Not everyone is meant for this, kid. No sweat.”

While Momota stood there in shock, Ouma proposed an idea. “Hey, Hoshi-chan! Why dontcha go up against Amami-chan and Saihara-chan?”

Hoshi thought for a moment before responding, “I’m a bit rusty, but… if that’s what you want to see then I don’t see why not.” He gave a small smile, his ever-present love for tennis, even if in ping pong form, still palpable.

Saihara and Amami also agreed, lining themselves up to play against the former Ultimate Tennis Pro. Ouma stood with the still sulking Momota alongside the other edge of the table, eager to watch the game.

Hoshi promptly served the ball, striking it with enough force and speed that neither Saihara nor Amami could react in time. It was silent for a moment, with even Shinguji, Gokuhara and Kiibo looking on in awe.

“Woah..! How cool!” Ouma cheered. “Do it again!”

“Heh, sorry about that…” Hoshi apologized, “Guess my instincts took over for a second there.”

Saihara and Amami shared a nervous look, simultaneously realizing what they had gotten themselves into. Nonetheless, they continued the game, Hoshi promising to take it down a notch. The rest of the boys watched on, fascinated at how Hoshi’s tennis skills translated into also being great at ping pong.

Many rounds later, Hoshi decided to end his brutal winning streak and call it a day. Saihara and Amami thankfully agreed, both of them exhausted.

The rest of the boys were ready to head back as well, everyone saying their goodbyes before heading out. Gokuhara even bowed and thanked the others for inviting him, stating that he had such a great time despite not actually participating in their games.

Saihara looked towards Ouma, seeking an opportunity to speak to him in private. The boy in question was currently gushing over Hoshi, praising him for his superb ping pong skills. After Hoshi said his goodbyes to Ouma, Saihara swooped in.

“Ah, Ouma-kun…? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Saihara asked him.

“Sure!” Ouma chirped, “Anything for my beloved Saihara-chan!”

There it was again, those honey-laced words that made Saihara’s heart swirl with affection. For a moment he caught himself wishing those words would only be spoken to him, however he quickly chastised himself for having such selfish thoughts.

Once the room was empty asides from the two of them, Saihara tried to speak but struggled to find his words. He had so many things to say, leaving him unsure of where to begin. Forcing himself to speak, he said exactly what he was thinking.

“I… have a lot to say, but I’m not exactly sure where to begin…” Saihara admitted, feeling the power of the moment slip through his fingers.

Ouma tensed, his anxiety about the lack of control over the situation beginning to get to him. He wasn’t exactly sure where Saihara was going with this, and that scared him.

Amidst Ouma’s silence, Saihara spoke once more. “I’m really happy that you’re feeling better. I… After what happened to you the other day, I was just so worried, and…” Saihara instinctively clenched his fists as he spoke, being overcome with emotion. He didn’t want to overwhelm Ouma or, even worse, bore him with his outburst of emotion, so he kept it simple. “I’m just so happy to have you here with me, Ouma-kun.” He smiled, attempting to put the blank-faced Ouma at ease.

It was quiet for a moment, neither of them speaking. Ouma repeated Saihara’s words over and over again in his mind, panicking at the fact that he had yet to respond. He didn’t want to seem uninterested, yet he didn’t want to pour his heart out either. Deciding that he had been quiet long enough, he told Saihara what he had been hinting at since the very beginning in a feeble attempt to gain control of the situation.

“I like you.”

Saihara paused for a moment, then chuckled. “I like you too, Ouma-kun. Like I said, I care about you a lot, and-”

“No, I mean I like you, Saihara-chan!” Ouma repeated, more emphatically this time.

Saihara froze, processing Ouma’s words. There’s no way he could be serious, right…?

“But that’s a lie, isn’t it?” Saihara gave a sad smile, wishing that Ouma’s words were indeed true. Someone like Ouma would never have feelings for him, he was way too shy and awkward for something like that to ever happen to him…

“Aw man, you caught me!” Ouma admitted cheerfully, ignoring the uncomfortable surge of negative emotions running through him. “I can’t get anything past Saihara-chan, now can I?” Before Saihara could respond, Ouma took off running towards the stairs, giving one last shout. “Welllll, I better get going now! See ya!” And with that, he ran up the stairs as quickly as he could, not wanting Saihara to see him cry.

God, I’m such a baby… What happened to the me during the killing game that could hide his emotions like a pro?

Meanwhile, Saihara stood dumbfounded in the game room all by himself.

Why did he just run off so suddenly? There’s no way he…

Saihara froze, not even letting himself finish that thought.

He felt himself start to panic as he acknowledged the fact that Ouma may have truly meant what he said a few moments ago, and it was his fault for screwing it up and accusing him of lying.

I have to find Ouma-kun, fast!

Saihara called his name and ran up the stairs, attempting to chase after him. There’s no way he could just let Ouma go like that, not when they were so close to revealing their true feelings about each other. With a newfound determination and a pinch of anxiety, Saihara set out to find Ouma and make things right between them.

[koishua]

𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝘼𝙂 !

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notes from vie: oml what the hell was this. honestly, this was so long, but i think it allowed me to reflect upon myself for a moment lmao.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮

october twenty eighth! on winwin day, nonetheless!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧

i adore every single one smh. if it were palettes we were speaking about, then it would probably be greyish blue tones and beige to yellow ones!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

my lucky number does not work, because my misfortune overpowers it way too much. i like the number eight, though!

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙨

i used to have pet baby cobras, fishes, yellow and blue budgies, and aquatic turtles!

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

i am aspiring to reach 170 cm, but i am currently 159-160 cm! that would be 5'2"?? i think.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚

a pair of combat boots, white canvas shoes, and one sneakers for sports class... not many lmao i am not a shoe gal.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜

changes everyday. as i am typing, however, it would be lose it by oh wonder, rush hour by gaho and run by one republic!

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚

i have three: rise of the guardians, room (2015), and... any studio ghibli movie tbh. whoops.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

i say that i do not have a type all of the time, but all of the people i have been attracted to and had a crush on were the wild, fun, and cute guys in my class. they also tend to be very kind and understanding as well. i am a sucker for people who smile often.

they would have to be accepting of all of my flaws and love me regardless, just like the way i would do the same for them if i love them as well. i am also extremely touch deprived haha, so i would honestly be over the moon if they don't mind hugs and physical affection.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣

only after i have a stable income and have things sorted out, because i don't want to struggle raising them because of financial and mental issues. no kid deserves parents that can't take care of them ig.

𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙬

the law from where i come from are terrible and something pretty bad has happened, but i'd rather that's kept in private haha. i swear i didn't commit any crimes lmao police are just incredible blind and unfair there.

𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

shower. i am way too impatient for baths. also, i feel weird sitting in a tub filled water while naked lmfao it's so weird for me.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

grey.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘

k-r&b, indie, pop-rock hybrid ig, lo-fi.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

only one below my head.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣

it varies. i sleep like a rock even though i can’t sleep for long, so i wake up in the exact position i initially fall asleep in. either on my back or my right side, since my left side isn’t too good lmao.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣❜𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪���𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜

buzzing mosquitos and damp, hot air (which is very rare, so i guess we are okay). i also hate being cold, so i sleep with two blankets even during summer haha. my limbs are ice-cold all the time smh

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩

oats mixed with chocolate chunks.

𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙮

i never went to a club or took lessons, but we had a backyard where my dad allowed me to shoot at stuff with a bow and the few arrows he made. i was pretty good at aiming, but my eyesight has deteriorated, so i left it at that lmao

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩

watermelons and mangoes... also rambutan and mangis, but we don’t have them in germany ;-; i missed them.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙

fuck. and i am sorry to say that i use it here quite a lot.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨

tons.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧

some have called me a psychopath before, but they just don’t understand that i was raised by very strict parents and learned how to lie lmao. i am pretty ashamed to say yes.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚

i have tested twice. once when i was fourteen, which showed that i was an infj-t, but then i took it again last year and it showed that i was an infp-t. i heard that 16Personalities was trash, though, so take it with a grain of salt.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

my best friend. she is a wild character, ngl, but she and i communicate extremely well. she is outgoing, courageous, hilarious, and has no qualms with being the odd one. she isn’t overly obnoxious, but she has a nice kind of self-confidence going on.

𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚

i love yang jeongIN. definitely an innie, because i don’t even remember what the front of my house looks like haha. i don’t go out unless someone literally grabs my arms and physically drags me out and i am not even joking with this one. 

𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙

i was originally right-handed, but then i got paranoid of breaking my right arm and having to study with my left arm all of a sudden and get bad grades, so i learned how to do stuff and write with my left hand as a kid.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙

don’t have one. call me when we’re talking about dessert.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙

don’t have one.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮

my entire aesthetic is chaotic academia irl, so you tell me.

𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚

oml, how tf, bahaha, bestie, no because-, hehe, lmao, i’m sobbing, i guess, toodles, etc etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮

i can techincally be ready in five, but procrastination is the sole thing i excel at, so yeah, definitely half an hour.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛

cnversations happen in my head, my the office-esque reactions happen out loud. i talk a lot and imitate phrases i hear from someone to myself and reenact scenes from my daydreams bahaha

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛

i don’t shut up. someone save the people that live with me.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

definitely not the most technically sound vocalist, but i can hold a tune or two. i was a soloist in my choir for a few years and was the vocalist for a band, but we disbanded smh i am still very sad about that :/ i loved them so much.

𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧

seeing my loved ones die before me.

𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥

i don’t feel comfortable talking bad about people :/ just ignore and move on.

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

i have hair that reaches my knees, but dear god do i want to chop it all off in one motion and get a yeeun-style bob cut.

𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩

sports and art. to hell with everything else. i’m not bad at them at all, but oh gosh i want to burn them all.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩

... idk. i hate speaking to strangers and feel so awkward during one on one conversations with friends. i don’t go out a lot and social events tire me out, but i also crave noise happening around me. so,,, ambivert? i do tend to be the life of the party often during the few times i go out, but then i just lug myself back home and crash for the week lmao

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨

anything related to school. i have regular panic attacks /gen. also, i have thalassaphobia and megalophobia, so things larger than life and the vast, empty ocean terrifies me and movies like that just make me nauseous. 

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

my first real crush this one guy in my band. he was the other vocalist and was so pretty and fun. he always used to tease me smh. at least, that was something. but then we had to disband last year, because the older guys were moving away to study and us high schoolers were also moving to different cities ;-;

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙣

i was in my middle school track team and used to compete a lot since i was pretty agile, but then i started to hate running, stopped, and now i am just a little above average bahaha.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

black. i want to dye it with cotton candy colored highlights, tho!

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮

unnecessary comments, rude and obnoxious, self-entitled kids and people in general, people who tell you how to do your own job, hate comments, the basic dni criterias as well 

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚

kind of?

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙

i would want a girl.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨

i have cold hands if you want to cool down. i can adapt to any kind of environment instantly, since i have moved twelve different times to fifferent schools and countries. bless my parents. i have gained the ability to conquer shifts in social environments at the cost of my mental health :’) i also consider myself to be nice and can get things down quickly, so i am a fast learner.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

kanemoto yoshinori, yoshi, eye smiles, and brownies. i am also very impatient, a perfectionist, a procrastinator, and have absolutely zero self-control over aggression against my own body. i have trouble reacting to other people's emotional outbursts, be it crying or anger and don't know what to do and how to comfort them. i also have trouble opening up and am never authentic around people, so i don't have... friends, if that makes sense? i don't feel comfortable being myself and feel like i have to be the person that they want me to be? idek.

i get bored extremely easily and nothing interests me that much ig

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩❜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

blue.

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢

white and hints of blue.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

A Quick Tongue

Jihoon x Tall!Female Reader

Word Count: 3789

Contents: light teasing about heights, also teasing in the sexual sense, a club bathroom, dom svt, marking, fingering, messy oral (female and male receiving), slight begging, slight degradation

Note: This one was based off of this ask from a while back. I won’t get too into it but usually I try not to write with too many physical descriptors so more people and picture themselves. That being said, sometimes it’s nice to have the body type be more specific. This one goes out to all my tall girls, the reader here is meant to be at least 5′8″ (173 cm or so) or taller. I hope y’all like it.

Jihoon insisted you wear heels. He always insisted and he only did so because he knew you liked how they looked. Flats never looked right with a nice dress for an album release party. They just never felt classy enough. You felt like a kid going to a middle school dance, not Jihoon’s girlfriend going to a fancy party. So you donned the heels and Jihoon built up your confidence. He always told you how hot you looked but it was the looks that did it, the way he stared at you, the way he checked you out very conspicuously, the way you could see him undressing you with his eyes.

There wasn’t much of a doubt in your mind that Jihoon found you attractive. One look at the way he was eyeing you up told you as much. But it didn’t stop you from feeling insecure.

You were taller than Jihoon, significantly taller. Whether it bothered him or not when you first met you don’t know but if it did he got over himself. The two of you clicked so well from the first moment. You could joke around with him and he loved that you held your own with him, that you kept up with him. He decided your height was no reason not to date you. And it didn’t seem to matter to him how tall you were or if you got taller.

You were still his babygirl.

That didn’t stop other people from pointing out your height though, and that was what you were worried about at present. Because as his hand rested around your waist and he walked you into the noisy, and somewhat fancy club you were very aware of how much you stood out next to him. It made you more aware of how the heels added two more inches to your height, of how much taller you looked when you stood next to him. You caught a few glances. People giggled in their small groups and while the rational part of your brain pointed out that they weren’t even looking at you, your mind was already plagued with anxieties.

“You really are the hottest woman in here.” Jihoon’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“You’re just saying that,” you mumbled.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the hottest woman on my arm,” he smirked at you.

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks but you couldn’t help the way the smile tugged at your lips. He was always quick to reassure you of how much he wanted you and that was good at least. You felt him give your waist a reassuring squeeze as he led you over to Soonyoung, Jun, and Wonwoo.

“Another album, another party,” Soonyoung chimed, clapping Jihoon on the back. “And once again you outdid yourself.”

“So did you,” Jihoon added. “That choreo is exhausting.”

The group chuckled and Jihoon grabbed the two of you drinks as a waiter passed by. It would have been fancier, having people talking around with drinks on trays, but it helped that they were all in black t-shirts and pants. You thought if it were any fancier you might feel far too out of place.

You sipped at your drink, letting your thoughts carry you away a little as they talked. You only half paid attention. As interesting as music production and songwriting was, Jihoon had a habit of losing you just a bit when the technicalities of it came up. As such, you didn’t realize that the conversation had shifted until Jihoon had grabbed himself another drink and the group started laughing.

You heard Soonyoung call your name and you looked up from where your eyes were trained on your drink. “Your heels are pretty.” You bristled a little as he turned to Jihoon. “Jihoon, you should have worn platforms.”

Wonwoo tried to hide his snort in his drink while Jun elbowed Soonyoung in the ribs. It was nothing new for Soonyoung to razz Jihoon about his height and considering you were so close in height to everyone else in the group, especially in heels, it just made Jihoon stick out more. You felt his fingers squeeze your side again but his expression remained casual.

“That would make it much harder to kick your ass,” he joked. The group laughed and you glanced at Jihoon. He gave you a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the cherry left in his drink.

“Who do you think can tie their cherry stem in a knot faster?” he mused and you were thankful for the subject change. Soonyoung and Jun fished theirs out of their glasses eagerly while Wonwoo sighed and grabbed his too.

“You would guess Wonwoo,” Jun thought aloud.

“I just want to beat Jihoon,” Soonyoung grinned.

“Good luck,” Jihoon added. You caught the smirk he sent you and it sent a thrill through you. Jihoon counted down as each of them held their cherry stems to their lips, taking them into their mouths the second he said “go.”

You could have watched all of them to look for the victor but you were transfixed watching the way Jihoon’s tongue pressed his cheek out and moved around his mouth. In a matter of seconds you were forgetting all about the comment that had been made, and were much more focused on the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as you thought about where you wanted that tongue.

You caught you bottom lip between your teeth as Jihoon stuck out his tongue and took the perfectly tied stem into his hand. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks but you didn’t much care when caught in the quick, heated look Jihoon gave you.

None of the others seemed to notice your quick exchange as they rushed to come in second. Wonwoo produced a tied stem a moment later, followed by Jun, though his was a little messier. Soonyoung gave up a few seconds after that, sticking his tongue out to show the mangled stem that was definitely not tied.

"Not so fast with that tongue, huh Soonyoung," Wonwoo quipped with a smirk.

"There's a reason he's in the performance unit," Jihoon added.

"Is that why you can't hold onto a girlfriend, Soonyoung?" The words left your mouth almost too quickly for you to register them. Then again if Soonyoung was going to use you to joke around with Jihoon, than you could certainly tease him.

The group erupted into laughter as Soonyoung's jaw dropped. Jihoon leaned into your side for support as he was overtaken with laughter. Wonwoo choked on his drink and Jun hit Soonyoung playfully on the shoulder as his look of shock melted to one of amusement.

"Okay just for that, I'll get you any drink you want," Jihoon chuckled. The others continued to chirp Soonyoung as Jihoon led you towards the bar, his grip firm on your hip. Though, as the giggles finally died down in you, you only became more aware of the heat between your legs. You could feel the heat start to lick at your cheeks as the two of you stopped.

"Okay babe what- what's that look for?"

You cursed the way your face started to give way to what you were thinking. You didn't answer him but Jihoon lifted a hand to cup your cheek and smirked.

"You're blushing," he said lowly.

"Am I?" You asked, trying and failing to feign ignorance as he pulled you down so he could whisper in your ear.

"Are you that impatient, babygirl? That you can't even wait until we get home? That you want to fucked in this club?"

You didn't manage to hold back your whimper and Jihoon's smirk only grew wider as his hand slipped into yours and he started to lead you through the crowded room. You were thankful for the private bathrooms and the fact that the club kept them clean as Jihoon locked the door behind you.

He was quick to push you up against the wall. A gasp left your lips as his fingers threaded into your hair and he pulled you down roughly, his lips crashing against yours. His tongue was quick to press into your mouth and he swallowed your whines and small moans as he kissed you.

You whimpered as you felt his fingers slide down your side teasingly slow. He smirked against your lips before he moved to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine from the feeling.

"How worked up have you gotten yourself, babygirl?" He asked, his fingers trailing teasingly over your thigh.

"I-I-" you struggled to form any kind of thought.

"Come on babygirl, use your words?"

You felt your cheeks burning as you spoke quietly. "I-I can't stop thinking a-about your t-tongue."

A gasp left your lips as his fingers suddenly moved between your legs. He dragged them over your soaked panties, trying to hide the way he inhaled sharply. His hips pressed closer against your thigh and he ground against you subtly.

You bit down on your lip to hold back the whimpers as his fingers found your clit easily through your panties, sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. He teased you slowly as his lips trailed down to the neckline of your dress. 

It didn't take much of his teasing for your  hips started chasing his fingers, rolling into his hand, greedy for more of the heavenly sensation. Your hands tried uselessly to grip into the smooth, dark tile walls. His lips moved down your chest along the neckline of your dress before he started to suck on your skin.

"Won't s-someo-" you gasped as his fingers slipped into your panties, easily sliding through your folds, gathering some of your arousal.

"Won't someone what, babygirl?" He teased.

You let out a moan as he pressed one finger into your heat and started curling it, slowly. You fought with your brain for clarity as he sucked the tender spot between his lips again.

"W-Won't someone s-see that?"

His lips released from your skin and you felt his smirk. "So you're telling me you don't want any marks, you don't want any evidence of the ways I completely ruin you babygirl?"

A chuckle left his lips as you clenched around his fingers, only more turned on by his words. "That's what I thought," he hummed. "Since you usually beg me to cover you marks."

You let your head fall back against the cool tile wall that felt cooler by the second next to your hot skin. A whimper escaped your lips and you felt Jihoon grind against your thigh more firmly, his hard on now evident, pressing against you. His finger moved in you more quickly as he moved along your neckline, leaving more marks that your dress would barely cover, the excitement of it making your head spin.

You started to grind down against his finger harder, whimpering and whining. Jihoon looked up at you, smirking and purposely slowing the motion of his hand as he took in the desperate look on your face.

"You're having so much trouble using your words tonight, babygirl," he teased. "You know you have to tell me what you want."

"M-More," you whimpered.

"More what, babygirl?" 

You cared less and less about the heat licking at your cheeks as your need grew stronger from his teasing.

"F-Faster," you whined. "And another finger."

"Isn't that a little bold, babygirl?" He asked. "Did I say you were calling the shots?"

You shook your head quickly, eyes locked with his and opened your mouth to speak but all that fell from your lips was a moan as he pressed a second finger into you quickly.

You struggled to keep your eyes open and your gaze on him just how he liked as his fingers thrust into you quickly, curling in just the right spot that sent shocks of pleasure through your body. Your fingers tried desperately to find purchase against the smooth tiles as your legs started to tremble. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips and Jihoon watched you intently, his smirk growing wider as you rolled your hips for him desperately.

“You’re so pretty like this, babygirl,” he teased, drawing another whine from your lips. “You’re so precious when you’re desperate for my fingers alone.”

A gasp passed your lips as he pressed a third finger into you and thrust them quickly. His thumb found your clit and the shocks of bliss curled through you, mixing with the waves of pleasure from his fingers. His free hand slid up your side and he pulled the neckline of your dress over, easily moving the cup of your bra out of the way and sucking your nipple between his lips harshly.

A cry left your lips and your legs shook as your orgasm crashed over you. Waves of pleasure rushed through every inch of your body as your eyes fell shut and Jihoon pressed against you to keep you standing against the cool wall. His fingers didn’t let up until you moans turned to whimpers and you weakly twisted your hips away.

A gasp left your lips as he pulled you far enough from the wall to unzip your dress. You let him push it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground before he sunk to his knees in front of you. His fingers pulled your panties down your shaking legs, a smirk gracing his lips and you struggled to stay standing as you stepped out of them slowly.

You whimper and braced yourself against the wall as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder but his smirk only grew wider between kisses pressed to your inner thighs.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you babygirl? You were so focused on my tongue earlier, don’t you still want to cum on it?”

You nodded quickly with a whine and he chuckled at your eagerness before placing more kisses on your thighs, teasing you slowly. His lips moved ever closer to your core and you tried to hold still, knowing the more desperation you showed the slower he would move. You knew how much he loved you like this, how easily you became putty in his hands and how badly you wanted everything he could give you.

You gasped as he ran his tongue through your folds, gathering your release on his tongue and groaning. The feeling sent shivers of pleasure from your over sensitive core through your body. Whimpers and small moans started to fall from your lips as his tongue teased your clit, quickly falling into a motion that had your head spinning.

Your legs trembled as the pleasure curled through you. Jihoon’s grip on your thigh was tight as he pressed his face in close, sucking your clit between his lips and drawing a wanton moan from your lips. His tongue teased over your sensitive bud and your eyes slid shut as your head fell back against the cool tile and you prayed your legs didn’t completely give out beneath you.

Jihoon let his tongue trail lower, teasing at your entrance. He moved his tongue just a little too slowly and you swore you felt his smirk as your legs trembled and you tried to roll your hips down against his tongue. A gasp left your lips as he pressed your hips back against the wall roughly.

“Don’t get greedy, babygirl,” he purred. “I want to take my time with you.”

Your fingers curled uselessly against the tiles as his tongue teased the edges of your entrance and dipped in slightly. His nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves and you did your best to keep still, absolutely desperate for more. His pace was maddeningly slow and you knew you wanted him to give you more of anything, even if it was too much for you you didn’t care. His teasing was driving you nuts.

“Please,” you whimpered. “P-Please I need m-more.”

Jihoon hummed quietly, sending vibrations against your core but moving no faster.

“J-Jihoon please,” you begged. “P-Please make me cum. I n-need it so badly. Y-You’re tongue always f-feels so good and you c-can make me c-cum as many times as you w-want, j-just, p-please-”

A moan fell from your lips as his tongue plunged into your dripping heat. Your eyes rolled back and slid shut as he curled his tongue into you. He knew just how to move it to draw his own name from your lips and any thought of what might be heard in from outside of the bathroom had been long since abandoned as the feeling of his tongue started to consume you.

His teasing had already brought you so maddeningly close to your edge. The way he moved his tongue and moaned lowly against your core had tendrils of pleasure curling tighter and tighter around the coil in the pit of your stomach. Jihoon’s hands held you tight against the wall as he eat you out with a vigor.

Your legs shook and his name fell from your lips in a loud moan as your orgasm crashed over you. Your core tightened around his tongue and your release dripped down his chin and your thighs as waves of bliss coursed through.

Jihoon only held onto you tighter as you the sensitivity took over your body. You whimpered but did your best to hold still and stay balanced on your one high heeled foot as he only ate you out with more passion. His tongue plunged in as deeply as it could go and he curled it against your sweet spot over and over.

The shaking in your body didn’t let up as his nails dug into your skin. Babbles of Jihoon’s name fell from your lips as the pleasure built again pulled you deeper and deeper. The words climbed higher and higher in your voice as you slid a little lower down the wall, knowing your legs were barely holding you up any more. Your moans grew louder as he pressed in close, moving his thumb to rub over your clit quickly as his tongue thrust and curled into you quickly, greedily.

You were sure the near scream that came from your throat would attract attention but all you cared about was your release. Jihoon held your hips firmly against the wall as you came hard on his tongue, riding out your orgasm on shaking legs and feeling your release dripping off his chin and down your thighs as he lapped up as much as he could.

Jihoon lowered your other leg to the ground and then helped you to your knees, your legs shaking far too badly to stand. You struggled to stay up on your knees, keeping your legs apart and feeling your release drip down your thighs as Jihoon moved back to admire the sight of you, slowly moving to his feet.

You looked up at him and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he drank you in. He leaned down to push your breasts properly out of their bra cups, his gaze dark as he admired you.

“You look so fucking good like this, babygirl,” his voice, low with much more of a growl to it, gave away just how turned on he was. “Your release dripping down your thighs, that pretty fucked out look on your face.” His fingers tangled into your hair and he groaned at the way you moved your hands behind your back and let your mouth fall open as he freed his cock from his pants.

“Your mouth open, still so eager to be my pretty little slut, aren’t you babygirl?” he growled.

You only opened your mouth wider with a moan, gazing up at him with desperate eyes and nodding, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock, hot and heavy on your tongue, filling your mouth.

His grip on your hair tightened as he pushed his cock past your lips with a groan. Despite how tired and sensitive you were his sounds and the way he started to thrust into your mouth were only making you wetter, more of your juices slipping down your inner thighs. Jihoon kept his dark gaze locked on your heavily lidded eyes and the way his cock disappeared past your lips as his hips found a steady pace.

You relaxed your jaw as much as you could as he pushed his cock a little deeper with each thrust until he was hitting the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. You did your best, still gagging a little and hearing his curses under his breath and feeling his cock pulse on your tongue at the feeling.

He started to thrust into your mouth more roughly, chasing his high. His hand in your hair held your head still as he fucked your mouth, his cock breaching your throat with each thrust. You gagged around him and drool spilled from the corners of your lips as you gazed up at him, eyes watering every slightly as you tried to get your mouth open wider for him, leaning as far forward as his hand would let you and trying to take all of him.

All of your eagerness drew curses from his lips as he got closer and closer to his release. With a sharp tug he pulled you back off of his cock, stroking himself quickly until hot, thick ropes of cum sprayed across your chest, low groans falling from his lips and as he covered your skin with his release.

You slumped back against the cool tiles as he let go of your hair. Jihoon’s breathing slowly started to even out as he gazed down at you through heavily lidded eyes, slowly moving down to his knees in front of you. He cupped your cheek with a sudden gentleness and smiled tiredly.

“You’re too good to me, babe,” he hummed.

“As if you’re not to me,” you grinned tiredly.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

“You want to go back to the party right away?” you pouted.

“We can’t stay in the bathroom all night,” he hummed soothingly.

“It’s gonna be way too obvious what we did in here,” you mumbled, feeling heat licking at your cheeks again.

“I have no problem with people seeing my very hot, very satisfied girlfriend,” he grinned.

“You just want to rub it in Soonyoung’s face, don’t you?”

“If he’s gonna tease both of us about our heights of course I’m going to rub it in his face,” Jihoon kissed your temple. “And I still owe you that drink.”

[eujazmine]

⟨ RYAN DESTINY. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JAZMINE HARPER is actually a descendent of H E C A T E. it’s still a question of whether or not the 23 year old BUSINESS MAJOR from HOUSTON, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite PASSIONATE & MISCHIEVOUS.

hi everyone it’s rae #2 again 😔 but allow me to introduce you all to my darling jazmine, who is a revamping of a couple muses i’ve played in the past. as always, like this post and i’ll hit your dms!

History (death tw)

claimed at birth in houston, texas since her father could see through the mist. her father started physically training around the age of three. it wasn’t anything too crazy at first, since she was only a toddler when they began, but her father wanted her to have a head-start athletically. on her 6th birthday, hecate gifted her a spell book and required that she started her magical training.

she started attended camp elektra in california during the summers when she was seven years old. at some point, her father got married and started having more children. when she was twelve, he announced that they would be moving to new york for her new step-mother’s job. that summer, she attended camp half-blood, and leaving for camp was the last time she had seen her texan home.

it was around that time that her and her father’s strong personalities truly began to clash. they had different visions for jazmine’s future, and she started to resent being under his control. it also frustrated her that she couldn’t alter his perception via mist, which led to even more complications whenever she was caught doing so to her step-mother.

she spent nearly two years with her family in new york. after nearly getting expelled from school and having too many issues at home, her father sent her away to year-round camp in greece by the time she was 14.

due to extensive training, she was among the top-ranked during her time at camp athens. she devoted much of her free time, including summer breaks, to questing and rigorous training, and was often recruited through the school for selective quests.

once she graduated, she tried staying with her father in new york again to work and save money, but this only lasted about six months. she went back to europe to travel and she fulfilled quests for money to support this new lifestyle.

at 20, jazmine had another terrible fight with her father. she left and hasn’t seen him since. after this, she started to take questing seriously again. she went on more dangerous and complex quests, knowing there was no one really out there waiting for her safe return.

then came 2019: the zeus incident. she, celeste (daughter of zeus) and adelphie (daughter of apollo) teamed up to retrieve poseidon’s trident from zeus. these three had quested in the past, and were a notoriously powerful trio, but they had never gone against celeste’s own father.

by the time they had defeated the guard monsters and reached the trident, zeus had become aware of what they were up to. he killed adelphie on sight. as jazmine futilely tried to heal adelphie’s lifeless body, celeste used this moment to carry the trident back to the ocean via the wind. soon enough, zeus zapped celeste off the mountain. whether the god of thunder hadn’t seen her hiding in the darkness or he just didn’t care, she’ll never know, but he spared jazmine and left.

after carrying adelphie back down the mountain and presuming that celeste was also dead, she came across rostam, who had prophesied that something would happen at the mountain. he helped her bring her friends back to eonia, where she was allowed to rest and enroll for the following semester.

now, she’s at eonia studying business because 1) she has nowhere else to go and 2) she doesn’t think she wants to fight her whole life anymore. 

Personality

being able to manipulate mortals as a child has made her view people more as vessels of entertainment or stimulation, and it shows. her sense of humor primarily revolves around teasing others, such as mocking them or playing tricks on them, and her blunt remarks can often be perceived as quite insensitive. she is very observant and has no problem using this trait for blackmail or manipulation, but she uses this to provide frank judgment or advice when asked. “0 to 100″ is a pretty accurate way to describe jazmine -- meaning for the most part, she has a calm, cool vibe, but her hot-temperedness can quickly get her in trouble. she can be impatient, vengeful, and petty, refusing to be the bigger person or the “loser” when crossed. stubborn and prideful, she could hold a grudge forever until she serves her own sense of justice or receives external mediation.

her bluntness and outbursts might give off the impression of her being mean, which she kinda is sometimes, but she isn’t that mean. she’s a compassionate person, and she’ll often help others if she feels sorry for them, despite trying to brush off their problems as beneath her. this is especially true when it comes to her friends. although she can be particularly harsh with them, her fierceness also comes with extra love and protection.

Powers

her most powerful ability is mystiokinesis, but it didn’t come easily. like other children of hecate, her magic is strongest at nighttime and very limited during the day. she was given a spellbook once claimed and has been perfecting her craft since. her magic gives her a limited grasp of all kinds of abilities, but she is most skilled in the areas of magic that have helped her the most on quests, such as vitakinesis, offensive spells/curses, and magical tracking. she works hard to improve her mystiokinesis through camps and personal training, but she is prone to overdoing it and negatively affecting her own health.

mist control is her secondary ability. it was the first of her powers to develop. as a child, her suggestions seemed to be a little too convincing to mortals. although it wasn’t fool-proof, she found herself manipulating people’s perceptions in her favor, possibly to get herself out of trouble or solely for entertainment purposes. she mostly uses it to her advantage around mortals or on quests. at eonia, and hasn’t found much use for this skill at eonia.

umbrakinesis is definitely her weakest power, but she would love to be more skilled in it. it has been the most difficult for her to develop, so she can only sometimes use the shadows as a shield or as a method of travel during the night. however, she has been able to levitate since she was a kid, which has been pretty convenient ever since she learned how to control it.

Extras

tl;dr: retired adrenaline junkie prone to moodiness

she has been at eonia since summer/fall 2019. you can get some more details about that last quest on celeste’s intro and self-para, if you haven’t already! feel free to assume that your muse had heard something about it.

she’s very hard-working and puts 110% into the things she cares about. the number of hours she has devoted to magic and academics is endless. neither of these areas come super naturally to her, so she has to work extra hard to develop them to reach her standards.

those 2 years she spent traveling europe and questing for cash?? she was living her best life. she used mist control and mystiokinesis a lot during this time to do things like avoid getting arrested, sneak into fancy masquerade balls, crash weddings, and waive any extra fees she couldn’t afford. she’ll bring up a wild memory from time to time if the conversation calls for it, but it’s rare for her to give out too many other details.

character inspo: think michelle jones (1), jessica huang (1, 2), hotaru imai (1, 2), fallon carrington (1, 2, 3), mal (1), daoming si (meteor garden), jennifer pierce (1, 2, 3), sam puckett (1), rosa diaz (1, 2, 3, 4)

works at the dining hall. she doesn’t care about this job and therefore puts no effort into it, so don’t expect a smile or cheery tone from her when you walk in.

involvements: black student union, gamer’s guild, football (soccer)

a skilled fighter, she is well-versed in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, but she prefers using magic since it comes from her godly lineage.

she’s been playing soccer since she was a child, a sport her dad forced encouraged all of her siblings to partake in. although her and her father had many other issues, this actually wasn’t one of them, seeing as they both shared a genuine love for the sport. she’s known for being overly aggressive and instigative on the field, so she's at risk of losing her position if she starts any more fights.

Potential Connections

ex: there was probably never any official title tbh so she might even claim that they weren’t exes. jazmine’s a very private person and finds this kind of stuff too vulnerable, so maybe your muse got tired of being treated like a secret.

quest mates: could’ve been for anything tbh, but if your muse was significantly weaker than jazmine, she would’ve for sure let them know.

tutor: she works hard to maintain her grades, but sometimes she needs the extra help. 

people she protects: for whatever reason, jazmine has a soft spot for your muse, so she’ll take care of them when they’re sick, bring them home from a party, put a curse on their ex, you name it.

past hookup: she never called. consider yourself blocked.

friends: self-explanatory! unlikely friends, friends who bond over mutual hatred, frenemies., etc.

enemies: her moral ambiguity and rude remarks probably rub some people the wrong way, so enemies wouldn’t be too surprising.

clients?: i’d imagine that some people have paid her in the past to bring misfortune to their enemies. they probably paid her some money to put a lil curse on them. it’s never anything permanent. if they paid her extra, maybe she did some research and brought them something to blackmail them with.

targets: the people that her clients have paid her to curse. she’s just a third party trying to chase the bag, so no hard feelings, really -- but if your muse somehow found out they got cursed by her, she’d be willing to reverse it for a price.

pawns: maybe she views them as weak. maybe she just finds them funny. either way, she has little respect for your muse and will mess with them for her own entertainment. it’s all in good fun!

people she met while exploring europe: she was up to a lot of shenanigans during those two years, so the possibilities are endless.

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Take Your Breath Away (WickixFem!Reader)

Requested by @mbluxaeterna​

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****Some of the dialogue is in German, the translations are in italics <3

It was Hugo's first mission (adventure, misadventure...everyone had a different take on it) with the basterds.

Those basterds... They had a bit of an inglourious run in with another OSS sanctioned squadron behind enemy lines, without even realizing it. The basterds, and the vandals.... The vandals were a motley crew of ex-cons, thieves, and hitmen, slapped together with a bow and a second chance by the OSS, and put behind enemy lines. None of the Vandals were expected to survive, but their skills were highly prized. You... Well. you were a young Vandal. A thief, through and through. Your lieutenant, a charming hit-man (nice man, really) talked his way into a nazi gala. It wasn't the first, or the last time.  You posed as a singer. One of the other vandals was a pianist.  The rest of your team weasled in, as always. At the intermission of your ‘performance,’ the pianist took over and you slipped away. You were tasked with finding a vault containing documents that exposed a few of the nazis' upcoming operatives. It wasn't an easy job. In fact...you probably wouldn't make it out alive. Especially since the Basterds weren't the most tact group of soldiers... They didn't even have orders to interfere with the gala. They just heard about it on the streets of Paris and decided to crash the party...

So, there you were, alone in a hidden room, nestled between two ancient mahogany walls, carved out of a former Spanish galleon,  behind the party.

You hummed and sang intermittent words between low swings of your voice. It was a song you once used to justify your unlawfulness. With four younger siblings to feed, the Great Depression, and being born a woman in  a world with closed doors, you didn't have many options.

So you sang softly as you cracked the millionth code. "They used to tell me, I was building a dream. And so I followed the mob... When there was earth to plow, Or guns to bear, I was always there. Right on the job."

You mumbled a few words of the lyrics that stuck with you since you were a kid without a penny or care in the world, in line for bread for your sick brother.

There you stood, thousands of miles across the seas, in France, in a dress that poor kid never could have even dreamed of.

A safe with untold secrets, more valuable than gold...

You heard the last click from the lock, and you grinned as you started pulling out the yellow folders stamped with red ink: eingestuft

Classified

You heard one more click.

It was unnacounted for.

It was neither from the abandoned lock or your heels.

It was from a loaded gun. A bullet intended for your skull. 

You sighed, not even looking up. A nazi's red face wasn’t what you wanted to see at the end of your admittedly short life.

You continued to pull out the files, intending on dying doing something that actually brought your family some honor, and cleared the name a little.

You felt the cold barel of a gun against the back of your head.

You muttered with a resignant sigh, "Ich werde nicht aufgeben, also töte mich."

‘I won't surrender, so kill me.’

You expected the near-empty vault to be the last thing you saw. You thought it would all go dark in a moment, which you didn't mind so much. Dying for the OSS was redemption. A part of you hoped for a bright white light to come after it all.. Instead...You kept looking at the dark vault. You raised your eyebrow, and looked over in confusion, annoyance, and impatience. Wicki noted your German. True you had an accent he couldn't quite pin, but it was German. And you were in the nazi's gala... The math wasn't so hard. He pushed his gun coarsely against your head, as he muttered "Mach einen Schritt. Ein verdammter Schritt, und ich nehme dir das Leben." ‘Take one step. One fucking step, and I'll take your life.’

You smiled a little and nodded to yourself. You looked back at him. Something told you he wasn't a nazi. Despite his German, his uniform, and his gun... Perhaps it was the soul in his eyes. The way he tried to read you. Maybe it was just...sheer hope. Hope that maybe the most beautiful man you'd seen in your life, the most velvety voice you'd ever heard, didn't belong to a nazi. Still... You had some methods. Some rather unethical methods, but methods nonetheless. A seasoned criminal like you had her ways. You pulled him down to you, and murmured, "Dann werde ich dir den Atem rauben." ‘Then I'll take your breath away.’ You distracted him with a kiss, in which he was so confused, so lost, so...in love... The moment he saw you, he hoped you weren't a nazi. The odds were unlikely, To him, it looked like a rather eager cadet trying to save state secrets. All of it was wrong, but easily confused with the truth. And while he pondered, wondered, and hoped amid the brief, but effectively distracting kiss, you stole not only his breath, but his gun. You sat back, and held his gun. His eyes went wide... You couldn't help but smirk a  little seeing a light smear of your red lipstick over the side of his mouth. You also couldn't help but smirk a little at his indignant reaction when you tugged at the collar of your dress... The only part of yourself you were exposing was your loyalty to the allies. You showed a patch embroidered into the inside of your dress. It was a golden spearhead, withing a gold oval, over a black background.

The OSS' insignia. As he was still breathelss from you, your 'method', and your truth, you collected the documents, turned back to him, folded his gun into his limp hand, and playfully patted the side of his cheek as you joked, "Better luck next time, corporal." You walked out of the room, back to the ballroom, and acknowldged a third presence in the room. "Guten Abend, Oberfeldwebel."

’Good evening, sergeant.’ Wicki quickly turned around and found Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz standing there.

You had spotted Hugo standing there the instant you turned around. And being so dedicated to the OSS, you'd memorized the face of every single agent stationed in France, including the basterds, just to avoid any friendly fire. Wicki watched you walk out with the files, then looked back at Hugo, the newest basterd. "Wie lange stehst du schon da?"

‘How long have you been standing there?’ Hugo just smirked in response. Wicki furrowed his brows, "Die ganze Zeit?!?" ‘The whole time?!?’ Hugo nodded slightly, still smirking, "Ja." "Warum hast du mir nicht geholfen?!" ‘Why didn't you help me?!’ "Du sahst aus, als hättest du eine gute Zeit." Hugo shrugged a little, as he turned back to the main room, hearing Aldo's muffled voice through the walls, "You looked like you were having a good time." Wicki grunted and rolled his eyes as he walked with Hugo back to the party. You were standing in the middle of the room. Vandals and Basterds had guns on each other, and on the nazis. You had the files up in the air. Aldo called out to the hit-man, the vandal's leader. "That girl one o' yours, or theirs?" Your leader, a former bootlegger and hit-man for the Chicago mob nodded. Being a former mobster, he had a thing for loyalty, and protecting everyone under his wing. "Kid's ours." Two guns that had been aimed at you by young privates you’d come to know as Smitty and Hirschberg were swung around and aimed at nazis instead. You stepped forward and gave your lieutenant the files to be sent back to OSS headquarters. "TEN-HUT." The hit-man called his eight men and women to stand at attention. You all immediately lined up. Your mission was complete. The Basterds' was only beginning. "Move out." As your team left the basterds to do whatever they wished to the nazis, you looked back at one basterd one last time.

You winked, and turned as you marched out with your fellow ex-cons, current legends, and future unsung heroes. Wicki's heart skipped a beat... He heard Hugo snickering...somehow he'd seen that too. He turned to look at him, but something to Wicki that Hugo's lips were sealed. Not necesarily because he cared much about his corporal's friendhsip or his secrets, but because he was simply Hugo Stiglitz. Months passed, and the basterds had a rare night off. They left a tavern at about one in the morning. The cobblestone streets were desolate, save for the soft ellow glow of distant street lamps. They were about to step beyond the town’s limit, into the forest, when they heard something. The only sound was soft footsteps coming toward them. Aldo narrowed his eyes, "Stand down, boys..." He called out into the mist, "Halt. Uhh...fermare....Arrêt!" The footsteps ceased. But the shadow of a figure stood still in the mist, illuminated only by a distant lamp in the streets. "Don't shoot. I have a message from the general."  Aldo narrowed his eyes, trying to make out a face, but he couldn't. "No sudden moves. Step closer. You reach for anything, or even think about it, and we'll blow your brains out, got it?" "Got it." An agonizingly slow minute passed and then a face emerged from the fog. "You..." Your eyes found Wicki among the basterds, as you smirked, "Me." Aldo couldn't quite see you clearly. In fact, he only saw you for a brief moment, a few months before, in which you were in make-up, an everning gown, and curled hair. Now, you were like them, a soldier hiding in plain sight. "And who are you?" You stood tall and strong, "A mongrel street rat. I get away with a lot..Have gotten away with a lot in the past. I was once a good thief. Used to be...Have been, lately. My name is Private Y/N L/N, I was part of the Vandals." Donny raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "Last we heard, your team got shipped out the Sicily. What're you doin' all the way out here." You held out an envelope, "Everything you need to know is here." Aldo took the letter. It was a mission from the OSS, and a note from the General. "Private L/N will be joining us as a basterd until further notice...general here says your skills are integral in our next mission."

You smirked a little, "Did he now?" The general had been opposed to giving  matters of international security to a rag tag team of delinquents. But when your team proved to be key, he realized perhaps sending one of you to the basterds was necessary for their continued surivival. Aldo sighed, not having anticipated the idea of having another young basterd in his command. "Alright." He looked to Donny who nodded, "Ten-hut." You all stood in a line, and Aldo said, "When I call your name, you step, or stagger forward." He called each basterds' name except for yours, and called out their ranks, and where in the army they were before they came to the basterds. He looked at his men, "This kid might be an ex-con singin’ jailbird, but she's a goddamn basterd. You treat her as one, or I'll be seein' you, ya hear?" The boys grumbled. Some having heard rumors about the vandals, and you. Aldo sighed, "I was a bootlegger, Hugo was a murderer technically. Give this kid a chance." Aldo looked down at the letter again, then back at you, "Says here you speak German pretty good for a yank..." You nodded, "My parents left Munich just before I was born, sir. Twenty-four years later, I'm back, lookin' right at what they ran from... " Wicki was looking at you, awe behind his eyes, barely breathing, his heart nearly beating through his chest. Hugo leaned in and muttered, "Get it together, Austria."

You smiled a little, and followed the basterds to their hideout. You had a long day ahead of you. Your mission the next day was to break into a facility run by the nazis. There, you would retrieve a list of names and identities of nazis that were infiltrating the allies. You were tying up your boots , just before dawn, when you heard Aldo outside saying, "I need one of you to stand by Y/N. The nazis' gon' know what we're after, and I don't want that kid to be in the line of fire without any cover." Wicki didn't even hesitate, surprising himself, "I'll do it."

Aldo nodded, without a second thought about it. He had so much else running through his mind. The rest of the boys had caught on to Hugo's teasing smirks, and your comments to Wicki. Donny slung his back against his shoulder, reached over, and patted Wicki on the back, "Hey, the old man's still got it." Wicki smiled a little, then realized it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be easy to love someone during war. Knowing you were always in danger, always eyed through a nazi's scope, it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be easy to get his breath back... You pulled your pack over your shoulders, and stepped out, running into Wicki. You smiled a little and remarked, "Come here to get your heart back, huh?" He stepped back, and cleared his throat. It definitely wouldn't be easy. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Aldo...Aldo says I gotta keep an eye on you out there, kid."

You smiled a little, looking down at your sleeves as you rolled them up, "Oh...Aldo says, huh?" Wicki nodded, affirming his white lie, "Yeah. Orders are orders...So, don't get us killed." You playfully punched his arm and promised with a soft intonation, "Ich werde nicht." 

‘I won't.’

Wicki, for the first time in years, fell for a girl...

There had been a few through the years...but not like you. Not in a decade or so...

Since he left Austria, no girl had ever managed to make him fall as hard as you had.

It wasn't an easy fall...

And that night, he guarded you with his life.

Maybe too much.

You weren't exactly the helpless type. You weren't sure what the boys had heard about you, but either way, you weren't  quite in the damsel in distress category. And you didn't really appreciate being treated as such.

Especially when it put other basterds in danger.

You turned around, clinging onto the files. You could hear an endless storm of gunfire outside, the basterds clearing a path for your escape.

Meanwhile, Wicki was in danger.

"WIL!!!"  You knocked WIcki down onto the ground, as you held the files in your left arm, and a gun out with your right, shooting down a line of nazis.

He looked up at you, his eyes soft as his voice "What did you call me?"

You cleared your throat as you climbed off him, and pulled him to his feet, "N-nothing, corporal....Nothing."

He looked at you, the files, and the nazis you had just gunned down for him.

He kissed you...

You could keep his heart,  because this time, he stole yours, and your breath. You were even, now...

You looked up at Wick. This time, you breathless, speechless, but full of love, courage, and life.

For once in your life, you weren't sure if you could steal something back.

But, this time...just this once, looking up at Wicki’s smug grin, and loving eyes, you were ok with that.

[abbacchios-sunflower]

Cute Christmasy Abbacchio x Reader Drabbles uwu

I love Christmas and I’m way too soft for Abbacchio, what can I say? I’ve never really wrote self insert stuff before but like, it’s kinda fun lol, if people like actually this stuff enough/I’m feeling confident, maybe I’ll try writing an actual self insert fic with some of the scenarios lol, maybe?? idk

It’s more or less self indulgent, sfw, reader is a short af stand user in Passione, everybody lives au because fuck you canon, let my goth man and his pals be happy lmao.

Under a cut just because it’s kinda long lol.

Abbacchio loved Christmas as a kid, but kind of fell out of love with it the older he got, especially after he was thrown out of the police force. He doesn’t hate the holiday or anything, it just kind of depresses him seeing the others having fun and he can’t find a whole lot of joy in much anymore. The only thing he tolerates is the little Christmas party the gang has at the hideout, but even then, he’s only there for the booze when it comes down to it (which Bruno always keeps an eye on him, just in case he tries to have too much).

But he has you now too, and having someone always around that deeply cares about and loves him makes things a little better every day, so he tries to enjoy the holidays again, indulging you in whatever little traditions you always keep.

He wasn’t really one for decorating or anything himself, his mother and grandmother did all that when he was young, but you do need him to hang some stuff you just can’t reach, to which he obliges (he finds your short height so darn cute). After it’s all done, he kind of forgot how cozy and nice everything looked this time of year, he’s glad you wanted to do this.

Without you realizing however, he himself decides to help more with decorating and manages to hang some mistletoe in every single doorway in your shared apartment, that way he has an excuse to kiss you every time either of you come in and out of a room, and he definitely holds true to it.

He doesn’t care for the cold, but it also means he gets super extra cuddly when you’re together. Most nights you both fall asleep on the couch together, snuggled up to each other as close as you can get, watching old black and white movie reruns

Surprisingly, Abbacchio knows how to bake thanks to his grandmother, but he rarely did it for just himself. None of the guys know about it, he’s a pretty private guy anyways, so it’s definitely a special thing that he let you know something like that about him. It just came up one day when he saw you bought some boxed sugar cookie mix to make Christmas cookies and was frankly appalled by its presence on the counter.

“Dolcezza, amore mia, what are you doing with that cheap, boxed shit? Have you ever had one of my nonna’s cannolis?? Get a bowl out and come over here, she gave me the recipe, if you tell anyone this, I’ll kill you… pfft, you don’t ever buy this store bought shit with me around” (he doesn’t mean it of course, he can just be a bit hyperbolic, but if he’s sharing a family recipe with you, that’s huge honor, he really adores you)

You get those matching ugly Christmas sweaters for you both, sure he’ll say he hates it when you first show it to him, but you see him wearing it whenever you put yours on, silently accepting it, you make sure to get a picture of him in it.

The power goes out for the night thanks to a thunderstorm so taking the opportunity for a cozy night in, you light the fireplace and make a blanket nest on the floor in front of it for you both to sleep in. You fall asleep tangled up together, exchanging many soft kisses and snuggles.

It’s a bit tricky hiding gifts because he can be so damn impatient and can use Moody Blues to trace where you hid the gift. You manage to catch him in the act of using replay though on you and he gives up the search.

You spend Christmas Eve alone together, Abbacchio takes you out to dinner and when you get back to the apartment, you turn on the radio for a bit while you get ready for bed when he gently grabs your waist, holding you very closely. You giggle as he slowly dances with you for a bit, just enjoying your presence.

Christmas morning was rather quiet, you make breakfast together and finally exchange gifts. Your day has been crashed though because Trish and guys show up to the apartment. Abbacchio’s visibly irritated by the intrusion, wanting it to be a nice day with you, but you kiss his cheek and smile, that alone softens him up.

“Thank you for a wonderful Christmas, dolcezza” he quietly rubs noses with you and sweetly kisses your forehead.

[starryphilfics]

Miss you already

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“Are you sure you have to go to this convention?” Dan asked, leaning on their front door whilst Phil stood on the doorstep about to leave for a work trip for one night. Dan sighed, he was nervous because of Phil being away, he had only been left with Amelia on his own twice before. Also knowing he won’t sleep well tonight, he could never have a good night's sleep without Phil beside him.

“I’m sorry, love. But I do need to go to this. It’ll only be one night, I’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon. You’ll be fine.” Phil answered softly, walking closer and rubbing his thumb on Dan’s cheek to comfort him. Smiling fondly at his husband, Phil hated leaving Dan even if it was just for one night, he knew how anxious Dan got without him.

Dan and Phil heard small pitter-patters of footsteps running down the stairs, and running to the front door. He looked down to see Amelia, looking up to him smiling a big toothy grin. “Papa, are you going now?” she asked, eyebrows creasing in confusion and sadness. Her grin fading.

He lent down hence he was at the same eye level as his daughter, he did this often as he read in one of his parenting books that it shows that their equals but also does have some authority. “Yeah, I do, lovely. I’m sorry” Phil apologised, he moved closer to Amelia and leant in for a hug, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in closer. Amelia sunk into the warmth of her father and smiled as she felt protected and happy. Phil moved his arms away from her and went back to being at her eye level, he moved forward and lightly pressed his lips against his daughter’s forehead, smiling.

“You’ll be good for your daddy won’t you? I don’t want to hear that you’ve been misbehaving.” Phil asked Amelia, he was really hoping that she would behave for Dan.

“I promise, Papa!” Amelia spoke, smile beaming when she was looking at Dan. “Bye, bye papa! I’ll miss you lots and lots” she replied as she was running off back to her playroom. Phil got back up, from being on his knees, and looked at Dan. He was smiling endearingly at their daughter, looking back to where she had ran off too. Dan looks back to Phil and instantly beams just by seeing his face.

“God, I’m going to miss you.” Dan says as he moves into Phil closer to hug him, as Phil wraps his strong arms around Dan’s body as Dan rests his head on Phil’s shoulder. “I’ll miss you too” Phil whispers into Dan’s hair for Dan to just about hear. They enjoy this, wrapped in each other's body whilst relaxing in the comfortable silence surrounding them. Breathing slowly and matching the other’s breathing.

“Right, I seriously do need to be heading off now, otherwise I’ll be late,” Phil says sadly, pulling away from their hug. He leans up and pecks Dan’s chapped lips and stays there for a few moments.

“Let me know when you get to the convention centre please, Phil? I wanna know that you’re safe. I love you lots.” Dan replies, already worrying about if Phil is going to get there easily and safely. “Of course, bear. I love you.” Phil says as he’s picking up his bags on the doorstep and begins to walk off to his car that he shares with Dan.

“Have a safe journey!” Dan shouts as Phil walks off. Phil puts his bags in the boot of his car and then jumps into the driver’s seat, he turns back to his husband and waves goodbye to him. Dan watches as he sees their car drive off into the distance, and lets out a sigh. He turns around and shuts the door and begins preparing himself for tonight, knowing full well that Amelia will most likely have a tantrum about not being able to say goodnight to her papa.

He walks towards the playroom and says excitedly to his daughter “Right, do you want to watch a film, love?” wanting her to enjoy the time alone with her dad. He smiles lightly, watching his daughter from the doorframe, sitting on the carpet with some girls dolls and dressing them in pink, floral dresses and combing their tangled hair out.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” She shouted eagerly, running past Dan and through the hallway, down the stairs and to the living room. Jumping onto the sofa and sprawling out. She picks up the quilt their friend, Bryony, had made them and wraps herself in it, turning to her dad to show she's ready.

“What film do you wanna watch?” Dan asks, remote in his hand, turning the tv on and opening Netflix.

“Frozen! Daddy, I want Frozen!” “Okay, honey. Only if you behave though. Are you going to behave?” “Yes!!”

Dan puts Amelia’s favourite film on and sits beside her to enjoy some father daughter time alone. He sighed, happily. If she would be this calm and peaceful today and tomorrow, Dan would be happy. But of course that was too hopeful.

He pulls his phone out quickly to text Phil, even though he knows he’s driving and wouldn’t be able to reply for an hour or two, he thinks it would be nice for him to read it when he arrives at the hotel.

Dan: Hey, love. I know you’re driving, but I miss you already. Amelia laid together watching Frozen, behaving well, hope you're driving safe, love you.

~

Dan is making lunch when his phone pings, he decides to ignore it, thinking it will be his grandma texting complaining about her bingo friends yet again.

He carries on cutting up some veg and bread for Amelia to have a sandwich for lunch, humming along to his spotify playlist.

“Amelia, hun. Your lunch is ready, come sit at the table.” Dan says to his daughter, Dan and Phil had always tried to install manners into their child from a young age but when one of her dads wasn’t home she was known to try and disobey the rules.

Whilst he waits for Amelia at the table, he takes his phone out of his pocket to check his texts. He’s surprised when he sees it is actually Phil, texting him to let him know he’s arrived.

Phil: Hey, bubs. I miss you lots, I've just arrived at the convention centre, bring on all the interviews! I’m glad Amelia is behaving, I told you so! Love you lots. Xxx

Dan smiled whilst reading the message, sometimes he realised how happy he was that he no longer works on Youtube. He did not miss all those conventions, as much as he did enjoy meeting the people behind the comments, it was tiring and busy.

Dan: I’m glad you arrived safely, good luck pal. Glad i don’t have to do all that! Have a lovely afternoon. Xxx

Amelia came walking into the dining room and jumped onto the chair where her food was placed in front of. “Has papa got to his hotel yet?” she asks, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Dan grins at his daughter with warmth adopting his eyes, “Yeah, he just texted me. He’s fine bubs”

~

8:21

“Hey, love. It’s time to go to bed.” Dan told Amelia as he picked her up from the sofa to take her to her bedroom. He smiles gently at her sleepy face.

“Noooo, I’m not tired” she whines, fully knowing she is actually tired but doesn’t want to admit it. “I want papa! Pleaseeeeeee”

“Bubs, you were meant to go to bed an hour ago! Papa won’t be happy to hear you’re still awake. You don’t want too upset papa do you?” Dan pleaded, knowing Phil was at a youtube party and didn’t want to worry him with his problems.

Knowing Phil though, he was most likely sitting in a corner with a few close pals, chatting away to them about how worried he was. Ranting about how much he missed Amelia and Dan.

“I just wanna say night night to him” Amelia begged, her bottom lip jutting out, knowing Dan will cave. For a 5 year old, she really was so clever and knew how to get what she wanted.

“I think papa is still working, love. We can call him in the morning and then you will see him at lunchtime?”

“NO! I. WANT. PAPA. NOW.” Amelia shouts, accentuating each word.

“Don’t talk to me like that! I’m your dad and I'm telling you to behave!” Dan reprimands.

“No! I want my papa!”

“You will listen to me and do as i say! It’s way past your bedtime missy!”

“NO!” Amelia shouts, whilst crossing her arms in a stubborn protest. Sitting down on the floor, refusing to move. Dan's impatience started coming out, all he wanted was to lay in bed and watch a cozy film.

“Fine, I’m only allowing this so you’re not tired tomorrow. I’ll be telling papa that you misbehaved and you will not be watching telly tomorrow! Are you sure you want this?”

“I. Want. Papa.”

Dan sighed, pulling his phone out from his pocket and searching through his contacts for Phil. Pressing the dial and walking over to the door frame to privately talk to Phil quickly.

“Love? Are you okay? What’s happened? Has somet-” Phil rambles through the speaker, clearly already worried if something’s happened.

“Phil, i’m fine, we’re fine. Amelia is having a tantrum. She wants to say night to you.” Dan speaks, voice instantly growing softer at the sound of his husband's voice.

Phil sighs through the speaker phone, “Let me just go somewhere quiet a second.” Dan hears some footsteps and crashes as Phil walks off somewhere until he hears a door click shut, “Put me on speakerphone?”

“Papa!!” Amelia excitedly shouts, instantly jumping up and running to the phone.

“Love, are you not behaving for daddy?” Phil spoke seriously.

“I just wanna speak to youuuu”

“I’ll say goodnight but be a good girl, we’ll talk tomorrow about your behaviour, hm?”

“Okayyyyy”

“Right, love get into bed. I love you lots, honey.”

“I love you Papa, i miss youuuu”

“I miss you lots and lots, but guess what?”

“What? What? What?” Amelia repeats, immediately getting excited.

Dan watches their exchange, feeling so grateful to have fallen in love with a man who is so good with kids. They had the perfect little family, and that was enough for them.

“I’ll come home earlier if you promise to be a good girl for daddy! How does that sound?” Phil continues speaking to Amelia.

“Please, Papa!”

“I’ll try to get home for breakfast tomorrow, baby. Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Amelia shouts, a grin filling her face.

“Okay, love. Now go to sleep, yeah?”

“Yes papa.”

Dan slowly walks up to Amelia, who was snuggled into her duvet and blankets and slowly takes his phone back and lightly presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight beautiful” He fondly whispers to Amelia, smiling at her.

“Goodnight, bubs” Phil says over the phone.

“Goodnight Daddy, Goodnight Papa!”

Dan slowly walks out the room, gently closing her bedroom door and tip-toeing to their bedroom to carry on talking to Phil.

“ I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?” Dan speaks, worrying Phil was busy.

“No, I was just at a boring influencer party. I wanted an excuse to leave anyway.”

“Good, okay. Guess you’re coming home a bit earlier than planned tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, i miss you guys already, it hasn’t even been a day!”

“I miss you so much, I’m excited to see you.”

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Dan was sitting on the sofa, watching Amelia sit beside him finishing the jigsaw puzzle she started yesterday, when he heard keys in the lock of the front door, immediately looking up to see the door opening and his husband walking through smiling at them.

“Hello, you two.” Phil says fondly, happy to be back home with his husband and daughter. Amelia looks straight up to see her dad and drops the puzzle piece and runs towards Phil.

“I missed you, Papa.”

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Chapter 13

A/N: Hello everyone! I want to thank you all for the messages and support in continuing this story. The responses were so amazing and made me very motivated to bring more work for you guys to share.

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“Ok so mozza sticks or nachos for tonight?” Alice turned around and held up both items for Alexa to decide. They were stocking up on supplies for their board game and wine night with Hallie and Naomi that evening at their flat.

“Mozza sticks! Hallie loves those chessy fully loaded carby things.” Alexa pushed the cart forward as Alice pilled in a mound of junk food. “Alice, I think that is plenty for tonight.” She couldn’t help but giggle at her roommate who had a bit too much of a sweet tooth.  

“You can never have enough junk food… or wine!” Alice winked back before becoming serious. “So, are you going to tell them about Harry?” She brought up the subject; curious to know when Alexa would let a few others in on her little secret. Alice understood why Alexa was hesitant in telling Hallie and Naomi about who she was really dating, but she encouraged her anyway knowing that in the end Alexa would feel better about having her close friends be able to confide in.

“I don’t know honestly.” Alexa pondered briefly, wondering what the best option would be. “I want them to know, but I am also a bit nervous of how they will react.” She grabbed a box of cereal and placed it in the cart, avoiding making eye contact with Alice.

“Alexa, stop that.” Alice wrapped her arm around Alexa’s shoulder and slowly walked forward down the aisle lined with food. “They are going to be thrilled for you. You already told them you are seeing someone and you told me how happy they were for you!” Her roommate patted her shoulder gently in reassurance. “They might be surprised a bit, but wouldn’t it be nice to be able to talk about your relationship with your close friends? I know that I don’t think Jay and I could handle this long distance relationship if I did not have my girls to confide in.”

“I know that, Alice.” Alexa sighed with hesitance. “I didn’t tell them who for a reason.” She looked beside into her friend’s eyes.

“You think they won’t like the idea of you dating another guy similar to Reese…” Alice hit the hammer right on the nail.

“Well, yes.” Alexa breathed out heavily. “He’s not the same though and I want them to see that he isn’t. That our relationship is different and he’s more than just Prince Harry to me. That he is my boyfriend...” The two women strolled down the aisle of the grocery store as Alexa kept a watchful eye on who was around them in case anyone over heard their conversation.

“Alexa, in the end it’s your decision to tell them or not.” Alice expressed an sympathetic look for her friend. “But, I think that they will see how happy you are with Harry and they will be happy for you to!”

“Thanks, Alice.” She pulled her smiling roommate into a side hug. “You really are a true friend and I am so happy that you are mine!” Alexa gushed. “We better get going so we can make it home in time before the girls get there.”

Alexa pushed the cart towards an empty cashier and started to unload their items on the grocery belt. Glancing up she saw a row of magazines of celebrity gossip as she scanned through them only to see an image of Harry plastered on the front of one. He appeared to be in his military uniform embarking down the steps of a plane in Arizona. Of course the paparazzi had got wind of his training stint in the United States and followed him there.

It had been a week since he had left the UK for further training that was required of him. Harry’s schedule had been so busy that he barely had any time to speak with Alexa let alone reply to her texts. He had apologize for his absence when he responded days later in a quick reply saying he had a class or more training to run off too.

She filled her own schedule with lunches with friends, catching up on her work, taking extra shifts with SORRT and now filling the weekends she used to spend with Harry with girls nights. Alexa needed to keep her mind off of how much she found herself missing Harry, a little feeling that started to scare her.

“Damn…” Alice sneaked up on Alexa and whispered in her ear. “He does look good in a uniform.” Her roommate grabbed a copy of the magazine and cheekily bought it for Alexa.

Alice handed Alexa the magazine with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Here, when you miss that ginger soldier late at night.” Alexa’s mouth dropped in shock while feeling Alice pat her back lightly.

“Shhh...” Alexa hushed her friend and looked around to see if anyone over heard them. “You are awful, you know that! I think you need to fly to Jay in Germany for a couple of months.”

“Yeah, probably do, but you will thank me later!” Alice pushed the cart away towards the exit and held up the magazine waving it in the air.

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“Naomi you can’t just do that because you want too!” Alice stood up from her seat and started to laugh at Naomi for not following the rules of the game of Monopoly as the competitive nature within Alice came forth. Tossing her hands up in the air she plopped down on the empty space beside Alexa and angled her head up at her. “You do realize Naomi is going to be staying here tonight… again.” Alice whispered only loud enough for Alexa to hear. Naomi always seemed to enjoy her alcohol a little too much on girls nights often leading to her crashing at their flat.

“Hey, I only came here for the wine.” Naomi giggled while staring at her half empty wine glass. “Speaking of which, top me up Alice!” She hoisted the glass up in the air.

“If you do that Naomi is crashing here with you two!” Hallie protested with her hands held up in the air. “I am not looking after her sorry drunk ass again!” Naomi glared at Hallie for her comments, but brushed it off while Alice poured more red wine into her glass.

“I will just snuggle with Alexa tonight anyway, right?” Naomi stared hopefully into Alexa’s eyes as she reached for the dice.

“Uh… ya sure Noe.” Alexa hesitated in her reply as Harry had texted her saying he would be free to chat later once her girls night was over. “You can crash here tonight.”

“What? Your boyfriend isn’t coming over for a booty call later?” Hallie piped in, teasing Alexa and taking a long sip of her wine.

If Alexa were going to tell Naomi and Hallie about Harry, now would be the perfect time to do so. Part of her was nervous in how they would react to the news, but Alice had convinced Alexa that they would be happy for her that she found someone in her life that makes her smile as much as Harry does.

“About that…” Alexa’s green eyes scanned the room to fall on Alice’s brown eyes that were full of encouragement as she gave a subtle nod. She had rolled the dice and moved her player down the monopoly board as the room filled with silence, waiting for Alexa to continue.

“There is something that I have been wanting to tell you two.” Alexa breathed in and lifted her head to find Naomi and Hallie staring at her with questioning expressions.

“Oh come on! Spit it out!” An impatient Naomi was eager to hear what her friend had to say.

“Naomi…” Alice smacked Naomi’s knee and scolded her quietly.

“You all know that I am dating someone now.” Alexa’s mind brought up a memory of Harry on their last day together walking Peanut in the local park as an image of his smile lingered in her mind. “But, I am in a relationship with someone who makes me extremely happy and it’s been really great being able to get to know him privately.” The smile that was plastered on Alexa’s lips that matched her statement could not be denied.

“Privately?” Hallie angled her head with a curiously raised eyebrow at Alexa.

Biting down on her lower lip, Alexa took in a deep breath with slight hesitation. “I am in a relationship with Prince Harry.”

The room fell into a deafening silence as Alexa’s confession surprised Hallie and Naomi.

“Excuse me, did you just say that you are banging Prince Harry?” Hallie bluntly blurted out to break the silence. “Like the Queen’s grandson Prince Harry? Like Harry? Ginger Harry?” Hallie kept repeating his name while Naomi’s buzzed mind took a bit longer to process it all.

“Yeah…” Alexa softly replied, as their expressions were still unreadable. “Prince Harry is my boyfriend I guess.” She slowly spoke it again, as if speaking those words finally made it seem more real.

“This is the same Harry you told us about before?” Naomi broke her silence. “The one you told us about a lunch a few weeks ago?”

“Same Harry.” Alexa pursed her lips together and nodded before taking a generous sip of her wine and topped off her glass.

“Wow! Well girl you done goooood!” Hallie rose her wine glass and clinked it with Alexa’s. “Bagging a prince! Would have thought our little Lexi to be snagging the world’s most eligible bachelor!”

“Awe, Lexi!” The hopeless romantic in Naomi was starting to surface. “I am sorry I was so shocked, I just it’s so hard to even think about. But, you two met at Eugenie’s engagement party, right?!”

“Yeah we did.” Alexa smiled fondly at the memory of it all. “I should have told you sooner, but I honestly was not sure what was going to come of it all with Harry.”

“You don’t have to explain why you chose to wait to tell us, Lexi.” Hallie leaned in and squeezed her knee in a gesture of support. “We all could tell that you were happy with whoever it was and now to find out that it’s Prince Harry that has made you not stop smiling is so wonderful.” Hallie’s words struck a heartfelt chord with Alexa.

“I think I can speak for all of us that we are so happy for you.” Naomi added in. “I did not expect it to be Prince Harry, but damn he better know what a good catch you are!” The room erupted in a fit of giggles. “You are way out of his league girl, seriously he must have had some smooth moves up his sleeve to get you to go out with him!”

Relief washed through Alexa now that her close friends all knew about her relationship with Harry. It was such a weight off of her chest that she did not need to hide it anymore from them all. She could confide in them now and not feel like she was alone in all of this. It felt amazing for them to know and be so supportive of it making her wish she had told them sooner about him.

“Seriously, they are so cute together.” Alice had remained quiet throughout it all, but she had to admit what she saw that morning Alice had shared breakfast with them. “He could hardly keep his eyes off of you!”

“You have met him!?” Hallie’s head snapped towards Alice as she questioned him.

“He came over when I was sick last weekend to look after me.” Alexa started to share more information about their relationship, the full story of how they met and what they did on their first date and how nervous Alexa was staying overnight with Harry at Kensington the first time together. The board game had stopped, but the wine kept flowing as the girls bombarded Alexa with question after question about her relationship with the prince.

“I couldn’t imagine dating a prince. I mean with all the media constantly following you…” Naomi breathed out deeply. The fact that her friends were fixated on the fact that Harry was a prince made Alexa want even more for them to meet Harry and see that he was more than what the media had labeled him as.

“Harry’s more than a prince.” Alexa spoke up and gained all of her friend’s attention on her as she pulled her legs up on the couch. “He’s so kind and such a dork sometimes, but he does really care so much about people and works so hard in the army.” She paused for a moment. “I never thought that I would want to be in a relationship with someone like Harry after Reese, but he is a far better man than Reese could ever be; I can already see that in him. I know you have doubts, but I want you to meet Harry and see him for how I see him. Because when I look at him, I don’t see a prince, I just see Harry.”

“I honestly was scared when you first said that you were with him.” Hallie nodded slowly. “I just don’t want to see you hurt like that again Lexi… and Harry is in the same class of people that Reese so I do have my reservations about him despite how happy you are. You were exactly the same with Reese at the start and well…” Hallie shrugged her shoulders. “Harry has been labeled as a player... please be careful.”

“Hallie…” Alice spoke her name through pursed lips as she watched Alexa’s smile fade with the harsh reminder.

“What? I am only saying what you are all thinking.” Hallie defended herself before looking to see Alexa staring blankly ahead. “I won’t let that happen to you again. It was crushing to see you like that, Alexa.”

“I would know, wouldn’t I? Why do you think I waited to tell you this?” Alexa closed her green eyes and willed the budding tears away. “Thank you for your concern Hal, but it’s different this time and believe me I am not the one that needs to be reminded of how crushing it was.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I know you have your doubts and that’s fine, but do not talk about my boyfriend like that when you don’t even know him.” Her green eyes found Hallie’s and bore into them with hurt circling in her orbs.  

“Who wants more wine!?” Naomi grabbed a bottle and started to fill everyone’s up in an attempt to distract Hallie and Alexa. “We should watch some cheesy chick flick? Maybe The Notebook?”

“Nooo!” The three girls all said in unison. Hallie inwardly smiled knowing they wouldn’t go for it, but it distracted them for just enough time to hopefully move on.

“How many times have you actually watched that movie, Naomi?” Alice started to laugh.

“I stopped counting after fifty two.” Naomi playfully pushed Alice for giving her an incredulous expression while Hallie and Alexa remained deep in conversation.

“Alexa…” Hallie shook her head. “It’s coming from a place of concern. I don’t want you to get hurt again. But, I am happy for you that you found someone.” She paused as her features began to soften. “I guess I need to meet him then.”

“Yeah! When can we met your boy toy?!” Naomi lightened the mood.

“I want you all to meet him, I really do, but he is away for another week.” Alexa sighed deeply. “And I don’t know what his schedule looks like after that. He spends most of his time on base.”

“Well, whenever you are ready for us to we would love to!” Hallie smiled warmly with her brown apologetic eyes. “I am sorry, but I want him to treat you well like you deserve.”

“Invite him to one of our wine and board games night?!” Naomi piped and blurted out her idea. “I can bring Oliver so there is a bit of testosterone in the room. Maybe Jay will be in London too?” Naomi was doing what she did best, trying to make everyone feel welcomed and at home.

“I could talk to Jay.” Alice shared a look with Alexa to see if that is what she wanted to do.

“I think that would be great! We are trying to keep things low key so that would be perfect.” Alexa started to beam at the thought of Harry meeting her friends like they had talked about before he left. “Also, I know it goes without saying this, but please keep this information to yourself.” Her green eyes pleaded as they scanned the room. “We are doing our best to not let it get out at least until after Eugenie’s wedding. We don’t want the news to overshadow her day at all and I am trusting all of you and I know that you won’t say anything.”

“Lexi, you do not worry about us.” Naomi assured her.

“Our lips are all sealed as long as you give us the deets on his crown jewels!” Hallie barked a laugh that everyone in the room was quick to join in on except for the embarrassed Alexa.

Alexa crawled under the warm comforter and pulled the blanket over top of her. Laying her head down on the cool pillow she grabbed her phone sitting on the bedside table. Peanut jumped up on the bed and moved in a circle for a few times before settling down by her feet. Picking up the phone she dialled Harry trying to think of the time difference in the states wondering if she had missed her window of opportunity to call him.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The sound of his voice instantly made a smile appear on her lips.

“Hey sexy pilot.” Her buzzed mind from the consumed wine had evidently lacked a filter.

“Sexy huh? How much wine did you drink? Not that I am complaining.” His laughed echoed through the phone.

“I miss that laugh.” Alexa grew quiet as she looked to the empty space on Harry’s side of the bed. “I miss you…” She confessed softly.

“Babe, I miss you too.” Harry admitted as he released a deep sigh. “It’s been tough here. The training has been rigorous and I have had no time to talk to you like I promised.”

“You can do this, Harry. It’s only a few more days and then you are back on a plane to me.” Alexa smiled hopefully. “Then we can have all weekend to ourselves.”

“Uh… Alexa.” Harry grew quiet not wanting to tell her he would no be able to come back on the weekend. “About that.” He paused as she heard him released a deep sigh. “I can’t come back to London next weekend. I have a flight test that they just scheduled on the Sunday.”

“So it’s going to be three weeks that I don’t see you for?” Her smile faded away as the thought of not seeing Harry for that long upset Alexa.

“Unfortunately. I am so sorry babe.” Harry felt awful as he felt the disappointment in Alexa’s voice.

“Wait!” Alexa thought of an idea. “I could come to you… I have some time off I could take and spend a few days on base with you? If you want me to of course?” She shifted her body in the bed.

“Really? You think work would be ok with that?” Harry did not want Alexa to get in trouble at work just to be able to see him.

“Yeah, they won’t care as long as I have people covering for me.” Alexa’s smile started to grow at the thought of taking a trip to see Harry. “Besides, you have been the one always coming back here and I can drive out there this time. It’s only fair I make the commute sometimes too.”

“I would love that, babe. I really would.” Harry sat down on the edge of his bed. “It’s so different in Suffolk. I can take you out on a date without worrying about the paps. You can even bring Peanut if you wish, there is a great park there.”

“Peanut do you want to go on a road trip?!” Alexa petted the dog to get her attention. “She’s never been on one so we will cross that off her bucket list!”

“Great!” Harry sighed deeply; feeling his state of exhaustion hit his body hard. “How was your girls night?”

“Well I may have told them that I am in a relationship with you…” Alexa trailed off as she quietly waited for Harry’s reply being unsure of what he would say.

“And?” The prince chuckled having heard Alexa’s hesitant tone.

“They are happy for me mostly.” Alexa sighed, “You aren’t mad I told them?”

“Of course not, babe.” Harry was quick to stop her growing doubts. “I want you to be able to tell who you want, but be careful who you do tell. I am only saying this to protect you because some people think it’s their business to share the fact that we are in a relationship. I trust your judgment, Alexa.”

He paused for a moment having remembered a key word. “Wait… mostly happy?”

“My friend Hallie is a bit cautious of you I guess is the best way to put it.” Alexa shook her head. “She’s only worried that you will hurt me like I have been in the past. But, I told her to wait and meet you so she could see that it’s different.” She tried to reassure her boyfriend.

“I am not upset at that at all. You need a friend like that after what happened and quite frankly it will be that much sweeter when I win her over!” He tossed his head back in laughter as his infectious laugh lightened the mood.

Alexa fell into a fit of giggles hearing the prince’s contagious laugh that she had dearly missed. It felt good to hear him laugh knowing how stressed and exhausted he was. “How are you doing with it all? You sound exhausted, babe.”

“I am tired, Lex.” She heard her boyfriend release a deep sigh. “Quite frankly I didn’t think it would be this hard. The flying is relatively easy, it comes second nature to me, but the exams get me all the time. It’s like I freeze and blank on everything.” The prince confided in his girlfriend.

“You can do this, Harry I know you can.” Alexa encouraged him. “You have been working so hard for this, why stop now? You have what, five months until your course is done? Then you will be an actual Apache pilot like you have always wanted to be.”

The support Alexa showed him gave Harry an extra boost of confidence. “You are the best, you know that right?” Harry shook his head lightly knowing that he had won the jackpot with Alexa. “I needed to hear that.”

“Good! Now I am going to go to sleep because I am nearly passing out over here and you go kick some exam ass and show them how capable Lieutenant Harry Wales is.” Alexa’s eyelids became heavy with sleep.

“Alright, gorgeous. Get some sleep.” He did not want to end the conversation, but he had to go for another training exercise.

“Goodnight my ginger boyfriend.” Alexa giggled softly.

“Hey…” Harry stopped her from hanging up.

“Yeah?” Her sleepy voice replied.

“I miss you.” The prince whispered into the phone as a group of guys entered the room.

“You better be missing me.” Alexa sassily. “Also, what are your thoughts on board games and wine?”

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Alexa ran to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door to help her grandmother, Alexandria, get out of the passenger side. She was asked by her parents to take her granny to tour a retirement facility that Alexandria was interested in moving in to.

She grabbed a firm grip of her gran’s hand aiding her out of the car. “You steady there gran?”

“Yes dear. Will you be a dear and grab my coat?” Her tiny grandmother proceeded ahead.

“Here you are!” Alexa handed her the coat and offered her arm as they walked into the facility.

Alexa slowed down her pace giving her a chance to look up at the entrance and the building they were about to walk into. It was bitter sweet to help her granny find a new place to call home as her grandmother had remained in the house she raised her children in. But, it was her wish to move into a smaller space with more people her age.

“Are you sure about this gran?” Alexa took in the tall beautifully designed building that were lined with decorated flowers and shrubs that rounded the corner in what appeared to be an open green space for the residents.

“I am not as spry as I used to be, dear.” Her grandmother tapped her hand lightly before glancing ahead of her. “Let’s see my new home!”

“Well, let’s see how we like it first no need to move in tonight.” Alexa could not stop the smile that was reflecting on her own lips, as her grandmother was eager to embark on the next stage in her life.

They walked through the double white French doors that opened into a brightly lit modern facility. It was not like the old folks home that Alexa had envisioned, it was much more than she expected.

“You must be Mrs. Grey. My name is Gloria and I am the director here at Park Terrace Retirement Home.” A middle-aged woman dressed in a black pencil skirt and burgundy blouse greeted them.

“Yes, I am.” Alexandria shook the kind woman’s hand. “This is my granddaughter, Alexa. She will be joining me on this tour.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you Gloria.” Alexa shook the woman’s hand and then proceeded on the tour along with her grandmother.

The two of them were shown the spacious rooms complete with a private bathroom and enough space for a bed with a lounge chair. They met the kitchen staff and enjoyed a light lunch meal to get a taste of the food that was cooked for the residents. The home provided three full meals, afternoon tea as well as a night snack.

“What kind of activities do you offer?” Alexa had been bombarding Gloria with question after question ensuring that her granny had all the information necessary to make a decision and to find out herself whether the retirement home offered was the best option.

“Oh, Alexa…” Her grandmother shook her head and lightly grasped Alexa’s hand. “So many questions, my dear.”

“But, gran I only want you to stay in the best place available.” Alexa defended her array of questions.

“No need to worry about that, Alexa.” Gloria smiled reassuringly. “I would be happy to show you the activities we offer here.” She led them down the hall towards a group of elderly men and women deep into a game.

“This is our activity room. As you can see we have a calendar to show what activities are happening and when.” Alexa was pleased to see how the home keeps their residents active and young at heart. “We also plan monthly shopping trips as well as extra trips to museums, galleries, musicals and even the ballet.”

The ballet.

That was why her granny was so adamant that this was the place for her. Alexandria had a love for the ballet as she was trained in the Royal Ballet before she had met her husband. She would often take Alexa as a child to see ballets, mostly to her favourite, Swan Lake.

Alexandria had to give up her love of ballet when her husband, Christian, a second world war air force pilot was killed in action after the war in a foreign conflict, leaving her to raise four young children on her own. Alexa’s father was the eldest of the four children and helped her mother raise his siblings. To this day, he still felt the need to look after his mother after all she had done for his family.

When Alexa was born, her grandmother was one of the first people to hold her and her father saw an instant connection between the two of them. Her parents had already decided to name her Analeigha, but they both agreed that they had to change their mind. That is how she got her name Alexandria, after her grandmother hard working, feisty, beautiful grandmother. Though throughout her childhood, everyone called her Alexa for short.

“The ballet?” Alexa could sense that her gran wanted to know more information about it, but remained quiet so she asked on her behalf. “How often do you attend them?”

“Once a month, but we are working to add another into the schedule in the next few months.” Gloria informed them before she allowed Alexa and her grandmother to tour the rest of the facility on their own.

They were walking along a path outside lined with an array of flowers admiring the care that went into the place. “So, what do you think gran?” Alexa asked having already known the answer.

Her green eyes peaked up from her tiny frame shining up at Alexa. “They have trips to the ballet, they give me all my meals and look at this garden!” Alexa scanned around the garden.

“They even have some of the same flowers you do at home!” She walked quickly towards a patch of sunflowers, her grandmothers favourite. “See?!”

“I think it’s a match then!” Alexandria tossed her arms up in the air with the biggest smile that Alexa hadn’t seen in a long time. Her grandmother gently grasped Alexa’s arm. “Will you help me fill out the paper work?”

“Of course granny. I would love too as long as you feel this is where you want to be!” Alexa searched the same green eyes she had inherited from her grandmother as she gently placed her hand over top of her gran’s, giving it a light squeeze.

“I think it’s time I move sweetie.” Alexandria released a deep sigh with a gentle nod of the head as she came to terms with her decision. Alexa’s grandmother was still of sound mind and physically pretty healthy, but she simply could not keep up much longer to the large space of her home.

“I did not want this to influence your decision, but I am literally half a mile away if you moved in here.” Alexa smiled warmly as she informed her grandmother. “I can visit you more often then!”

“Oh really?!” Alexandria’s eyes lit up at the thought of it all. “I would love that dear!”

“Ok, gran! Why don’t you have a seat here and I will go grab Gloria and some of the paper work.” Alexa left her grandmother sitting outside on a little patio table while she ran inside to get the forms.

Alexa assisted her granny with all the paperwork and it was now official that she would move into Park Terrace in a few short weeks. The only problem was that it coincided with her parents trip that they had been planning for well over a year meaning she would have to enlist her brothers, friends or even Harry’s assistance in moving her grandmother.

Alexandria invited her granddaughter back to her home for some tea and home made baking, an offer that Alexa could not refuse as the taste of her gran’s ginger snap cookies melted in her mouth.

Sitting on her grandmother’s living room floor she searched through an old box of her gran’s and pulled out an old black and white picture of what appeared to be a younger image of her gran beside a man in a military uniform. “Gran, is that granddad?”

Alexa handed her grandmother the photo while she sat in her rocking chair. The smile that instantly grew on her lips gave Alexa the answer. “Yes, dear it is your grand daddy.” She sat back into her chair and slowly rocked it back and forth.

“This was on our wedding day. The day after he returned home from the war.” Alexandria reminisced of the day. “I was waiting for Christian at the train station as did so many other women waiting for their men to come home after the war ended. Your grandfather wasted no time getting down on one knee and proposing to me.” Alexa sat quietly on the floor listening to her grandmother tell the story.

“Seeing him in that uniform…” Her granny giggled with a mischievous wink.

“Gran!” Alexa’s mouth dropped in shock that her innocent little grandmother would say such a thing.

“I said yes right away and we could not wait any longer to be married so I went to the dress shop and bought the first one I tried on.” Alexandria was grinning from ear to ear before sighing. “We had a good life together, the short years we spent married. I kept dancing for the ballet and your grand dad was at every show he could be at.”

Her grandmother looked down and held Alexa’s gaze. “We had your father and then your uncles. I got stuck with all boys, could you believe that? Not one daughter. But, Christian had to get deployed again and this time he did not come back home. Not the way I wanted him to.” Alexa’s eyes softened as she saw the sadness grow on the wrinkles that lined her granny’s face.

“I raised those boys all on my own. Only your father has a few memories of his dad, but I always told them stories of him so they would know who he was.” Alexandria locked eyes with

Alexa and smiled through the sorrow. “I know, Alexa.”

“Gran?” Alexa angled her head up at her grandmother. “Know what?”

“Oh, Alexa.” Her gran smiled cheekily. “There is a little sparkle in your eye, a swing in your step that I have not seen before, dear.” Alexandria raised her pointer finger and leaned forward. “I may be old, but you cannot get anything passed me that easily.”

“Granny…” Alexa suddenly became shy and hid her face in her cupped hands.

“Now, spit it out. Tell me who the boy is.” She started to giggle, but the smile that was plastered on her grandmother’s lips forced Alexa to tell her.

“His name is Harry.” Alexa was beaming as she told her grandmother about Harry, leaving out the fact that he was a British Prince. Talking about Harry only made Alexa miss him more than she realized. A part of her was scared of that feeling that lingered within her as it meant she truly felt something for Harry, for Eugenie’s cousin, for the British Prince.

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Mutlu Noeller (Merry Christmas) | Çağlar Söyüncü

Christmas Day

It was Christmas Day and the whole team was coming over to James’s flat in thirty minutes. The coffee that you had brewed over an hour ago was already gone, and the second pot was brewing. You were glad you had convinced him to let you spend the night last night so you didn’t have to pace around your flat for two hours. You had been up since six, unable to sleep because of nerves and excitement.

You were mostly nervous to see him - Çağlar Söyüncü , your best mate James Maddison’s teammate and your current crush. He was your closest mate on the team, aside from James, and, while you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with your feelings, you also wanted to drag him under the mistletoe and kiss him senseless.

The oven dinged and you jumped, jolted from the fantasyland in your head. Finally! The oven had preheated and it was time to put the cinnamon rolls in. You popped both trays in and set the time for fifteen minutes. Grabbing powdered sugar and the peppermint schnapps, you started making the icing.

The sound of the door opening got your attention, and you looked up just in time to lock gazes with the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Merhaba,” you greeted him in his native language. “Mutlu Noeller!”

You had taken up learning Turkish for fun - Czech and Hungarian were already in your language arsenal and you got bored - but seeing Çağlar’s face light up whenever you spoke to him in Turkish made you keep learning. It was almost like it was your own secret language, as very few people in the U.K. seemed to speak it.

Çağlar smiled back at you and the nerves returned. “Is anyone else here?” He asked in Turkish, and you shook your head. James had texted saying he was on his way, but you figured he would be late like he had always been to holiday gatherings when you were growing up.

You turned back to mixing the icing, trying desperately not to watch the six-foot-two footballer who was standing in your kitchen looking more delicious than the cinnamon rolls you were making. Coming around from behind the countertop, you stood face-to-face with him. Before you could say anything, he wrapped you up in a hug. Instinctively, you wound your arms around his neck, wishing you could thread your fingers through his soft hair. You were average height for a woman, but you secretly loved how Çağlar’s large frame made you feel safe and protected.

The hug ended, much to your disappointment, but when the two of you broke apart, he kept his hands on your waist. You knew you were blushing like crazy, but you didn’t care.

“Senin için,” he whispered, his use of Turkish sending shivers down your spine no matter how many times he spoke it. “Mutlu Noeller, [Y/N].” He handed you a small, wrapped gift and your fingers brushed.

“For me?” You whispered in English, your voice the same volume as his. He nodded, biting his lip. “Teşekkürler, Çağlar.” He ducked his head and looked away from you, seemingly shy.

You unwrapped his gift to you and gasped when you saw what it was. Inside was a jersey with his name and number on it.

As James Maddison’s best mate, you had both his Leicester and his England NT jerseys that you wore to matches for both, but you didn’t have anyone else’s. You had the biggest smile on your face as you picked the jersey up from the box, letting the packaging fall to the floor. You couldn’t quite put it into words, but the significance of it had your heart racing. “I love it!” You exclaimed in Turkish, pulling him in for another hug.

The hesitance in his voice was evident as he explained in Turkish, “You don’t have to wear it, but I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me this year.”

By that he meant the fact that you had somehow become his de facto translator over the past year. Sure, the team was giving him English lessons, and there was a translator on hand during matches, but if he ever wanted to speak Turkish, you were the first person he came to. “Of course I’ll wear it,” you replied, meeting his gaze. Chances were you would wear it to bed, pretending that the body pillow you spooned every night was him. “I have something for you, too, hold on.” You walked away from him into James’s bedroom, feeling a bit cold at the loss of contact. The piece of pottery you had made in your class felt much less significant now that Çağlar had given you his jersey. You held the aforementioned garment up to your face and inhaled. It smelled like him, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Realizing you were keeping Çağlar waiting, you grabbed the pottery and ran back out to meet him. Your face fell when you saw James chatting with Çağlar - you hadn’t heard your mate come in, and while you were glad to see him, you had missed the opportunity to give him his gift in private. “[Y/N]!” Madders greeted when he saw you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey, Madders, you’re back early! Merry Christmas!” You laughed as he spun you around. “Where did you go? You were gone when I woke up.” The puzzled look on Çağlar’s face made you pause, but you brushed it off since you couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or just English confusion.

“I went for an early jog. Is this for me?” He asked, spying the piece of pottery in your hand.

“Nope!” You responded, flicking your gaze over to Çağlar. “For you,” you said, switching to English since Madders had arrived.

The look on his face took away all your doubts about your gift. “You made this?” He asked in Turkish.

“Evet,” you confirmed, switching back to Turkish for this personal conversation that you didn’t want Mads to understand. “When it was finished, it made me think of you.”

He smiled at you and the butterflies returned. You turned your attention back to the kitchen to avoid giving away your feelings about the Centerback to your best mate. There was still ten minutes on the timer, and you wanted to get everything ready. After all, about twenty more footballers would be descending on James’s flat in the next twenty minutes.

You and James worked in tandem, him getting the plastic utensils and you grabbing the plastic plates - there was no way you were going to use anything that needed to be washed, other than the pans holding the cinnamon rolls. A couple times when you looked up, you caught Çağlar watching you with something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

Twenty minutes later, the flat was filled with rowdy players, and you smiled as you looked around at the group of guys that had welcomed you as one of their own. Ben Chilwell and Kasper Schmeichel were horsing around while Evans and Vardy played an intense round of FIFA. You got up to get more coffee; when you realized it was empty, you started preparing another pot. As you were impatiently waiting, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Great party, Love,” James complimented, giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Mads. Thanks for letting me work my magic.”

He released you, his focus shifting to the rapidly-filling coffee pot. “You always did throw great parties - why wouldn’t I let you crash my kitchen?”

The coffee finally made, you poured yourself and Madders cups. James gave you another kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and as you turned your attention back to the room, you didn’t miss Çağlar’s hard gaze before he turned and stalked out the side door that led to the balcony. You seemed to be the only one who thought that something was wrong, and you quickly followed the Turk outside.

It was colder than you had expected, around 8 or 9 Celsius, and you shivered involuntarily as you stepped out on to the balcony. “Çağlar!” You called out, both hands gripping your mug.

“[Y/N]?” He asked, turning around to face you, his features hard. “What do you want?”

His use of English surprised you, rendering you speechless for a moment before you regained your head. When you spoke, your voice shook and you hated how meek you sounded. “I just wanted to check on you. One minute, you seem to be enjoying the party, and the next, you’re storming out here, angry. What’s wrong?”

He muttered something in Turkish that you were too slow to catch and turned away from you again. In a brief moment of confidence, you set your mug on the outdoor table you had convinced Madders to get when he had first moved in, and enveloped Çağlar in a hug from behind. In a last-ditch effort, you switched to Turkish, muttering, “Konuş, lütfen.” Talk to me, please.

In a flash, your hands were ripped from his waist and he turned to face you. Hurt and anger etched across his face, and you wanted to do whatever you could to make it all go away. When his spoke, his Turkish was rapid-fire, and you struggled to keep up. “Talk to you?! Really? Why would I talk to you about this so you can go run back into your boyfriend when this is all over like nothing happened?!” The fire in his eyes burned you so badly you were no longer cold.

“Boyfriend? What the hell are you on about, Çağlar?” You shouted back, getting angry.

His jaw clenched and he looked off somewhere before muttering. “Maddison, obviously. I saw the two of you together just now. You don’t have to hide it, you know.”

“Madders and I have been friends since primary school, you idiot! We have never been interested in each other like that,” you huffed, out of breath as though you’d just run a marathon. “Besides, it isn’t him I’m interested in.” Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said, but you decided not to back down. You took a step towards him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. You mentally catalogued the feel of his stubble underneath the pads of your fingertips, thinking for sure this was the only time you would ever get the chance. For a second, you contemplated telling him your feelings in English, but thought better of it. This was something you wanted to share with just him, and you were sure the rest of the team was probably glued to the window. “Seni istiyorum - sadece seni, Çağlar.” I want you - only you.

Before you could register what was happening, his lips were on yours; his hands on your waist holding you in place. You thread your fingers through his hair the way you had wanted to the past few months, swallowing his moans of approval at the contact. His calloused hands slipped under your jumper, goosebumps erupting over the flesh he touched. When you finally broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “Ben de seni istiyorum sadece sen, [Y/N].” I want you, only you, too.

The two of you stayed outside a bit longer, wrapped up in each other, speaking Turkish in between kisses. When you both walked back inside, you slipped your hand in his. You would both be answering plenty of questions over the next few hours, but you would savour the moments until it was time.

Çağlar pulled you into his lap as he sat down in a chair at the table. “Mutlu Noeller, [Y/N],” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Mutlu Noeller, Çağlar.”

[forallyourikemensengokuneeds]

Leason learned ch 1

This does have a few warnings. Mention of date rape drugs and drugged rape. Single pregnancy also.

On moblie and can’t put in a break. Sorry.

The teacher list who needed Ta's had been posted for a week before she had got the chance to look at it. She was kicking herself now even more than she had been already. If her life hadn't been going down hill since she got the news that changed everything and then her parents had cut off the financial aide because of her decisions this was going to be the next bad thing in her life. At twenty two she was technically an adult and had been for four years as she had gone to college and then Grad school this was her final year. She had managed to scrape up enough for tuition and books and even a small apartment but she needed to make a little money to prepare for her new reality.

The last teacher accepting  Applications was the one she had avoided for the five years she had been at the school. There was something about him that set her awareness off. Not only was he one of the best forensic  investigators in the world he was handsome as hell as well. She hung her head low and swallowed her pride as she headed to his office. There was a box of applications outside his door and she took one and sat down by the door to fill it out when the door opened and there was a woman who was crying as she looked horrified and nearly ran from the door.

"Oh another one, good." The professor said as he looked down at the woman sitting in the floor. His sarcasm was thick, "well come on and let's get this over with."

"Sir, I-was just filling this out. I didn't expect an interview today." She replied.

"Does it truly matter if today or tomorrow? Will the information change in twenty four hours?" He asked.

"No sir." She replied as she stood.

"Then let's get this over with." He said as he took her application and turned and went into the office and she followed as she squared her shoulders and then looked around the room and saw there was no personal touches. There were no windows and she looked at the door and saw the same. "Well Mouse what do you see?"

"Nothing." She replied.

"And that means?" He asked.

"I honestly see nothing. There is nothing in here that shows who you are. I believe this room was once a storage closet. The lack of windows gives that away, the door is the same. No window." She replied.

"What else do you see?" He asked now amused at this one person.

"You're a Private person. You don't take your accomplishments too seriously. You're not married or at least you wear no ring. You must work out as the sports bag in the corner. Im guessing that with your impatience to complete this interview you never wanted a TA to begin with but the department just got a grant to hire one for every professor and your hand was dealt." She said.

"Why do you need this job?" He asked with a gleam in his golden eyes.

"To make money." She replied.

"We all need a job for that. You could easily qualify for assistance obviously why this job?" He asked.

"You're the only professor left." She replied. "I meed a job that can work around my schedule here at school."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I need to cram two semesters into one." She replied.

"So you only plan to work for one semester? I thought the job posted was for both?" He asked fully knowing that it was.

"I will work for you as long as I can into the second semester." She said swallowing hard.

"And the reason for your departure?" He asked.

"Is personal." She replied.

He stared at her for a moment and then nodded, "Quite right. Some things should remain completely personal. Be here at eight am tomorrow and we will go over your hours and responsibilities."

"Wait you're hiring me?" She asked surprised.

He chuckled and the sound filled the room, "Mouse I do believe you will fill the job well."

"Thank you sir!" She said.

"First rule don't call me sir." He said as his eyes snapped back into a hard stare.

"Yes professor." She said as she stood and placed her hand out.

"Miss Hanson I will see you in the morning", as he took her hand and shook it and she turned out of the office. She had a shocked smile on her face but she was breathing out easier. Not only did she get a job but she had virtually said she would have to leave the position mid semester as well and he was accepting of that. She nearly bounced out of the building to her car.

This was going to be a new start of her being self reliant. She had a long way to go but this was her new start. She made her way back to the small dingy apartment she had and looked around it had potential for something but for now she sat down on the futon and sighed.

She was up at sunrise and on her way to the building. She squared her shoulders again and took a deep breath and instantly regretted that. She felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to swallow the feeling. It wasn't going away. She walked up the stairs to the office of the professor who hired her and found him sitting at his desk as she knocked on the door that had been propped open. He was hunched over his desk with a bowl of food that was mushed and mixed together, she tried to swallow the feeling again but couldn't. She turned and ran to the rest room and threw up. She finished and washed her mouth and tried to clean herself up before she walked out and back to the office.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine." She replied.

"Miss Hanson is there anything I need to know?" He asked.

"No." She replied as she took the seat across from the desk. "Now what exactly will I be required to do?"

"Straight to business. I appreciate that." He said with a smirk. He began listing everything that she would have to which included helping grade papers, making copies, fetching items for him at times, helping with office hours, and keeping his schedule open. She nodded as he listed everything and he was watching her as she took notes. She knew he was. She knew she should tell him as it would be out soon enough but she wanted to show him she could do this job and finish her course load. For some reason proving herself to one person would make all the difference. He was that one person. She would be the best assistant he ever had, she resigned herself to being that.

She would show the world she was okay with what was thrown at her. She would roll with the punches that life gave her and though she was down and out right now she would rise again. She had so many things to worry about this job didn't seem to be one of them. She smiled to herself. This was going to be alright as she sighed to herself.

"Mouse are you paying attention?" He asked as it seemed she zoned out for a moment.

"Yes professor." She replied with a smile.

"Really now? What was the last thing I said?" He asked as he sat back in the chair watching her.

"You said you preferred your coffee black and that certain blend." She repeated.

"Good. You surprise me mouse." He said as he leaned forward. "I do believe we shall work well together."

"Professor my name is Noelle, not mouse." She said.

"However I will continue to call you Mouse." He smirked, "it seems to fit you more."

"Thanks a lot." She said sarcastically.

"You're very welcome." He replied with the nonchalance that only someone who didn't care what people thought of them. She wondered if she could learn that from him as well. She hadn't taken his class before so she would have to crash study it as he taught it so she could keep up with the demand of being his assistant. "Now mouse, you look exhausted did you stay out partying last night?"

"I don't party." She replied.

"Hot date then?" He asked with his eye brows up.

"I don't date either." She said.

"Then what?" He asked.

"My neighbors were fighting all night. The apartment I live in had paper thin walls." She said as she rubbed her eyes.

"Then you should move." He said.

"I wish I could." She said as she nervously laughed slightly, "I barely can afford that one."

"Then This job should help out with that." He replied.

"I have other things to buy then a new apartment." She said and he again looked her over.

"I expect that you will be dedicated to this position Mouse. If I give you work to do I expect it to be done in a timely manner and your personal life to not effect your job here."He said.

"And that means what exactly?" She asked.

"Do not bring your significant others here to distract you." He said. She started laughing almost to the point she had tears in her eyes.

"That won't be a problem, Professor." She said.

"I am not sure I follow." He said softly.

"I have no 'significant other' to worry about and I don't see that issue arising anytime soon." She replied.

"Why ever not?" He probed as he looked her over again.

"I just don't." Noelle said as she looked back at him. Now was the perfect chance to say the reason why but she couldn't bring herself to say it. The last time she said the words her parents looked at her with disgust saying she had thrown her life away. She knew life was never going to be easy again but she was determined. For some reason beyond her knowledge she wanted one person to see she could do it and make something for herself. Again it fell to This Professor for that to happen.

As he gave her the list of things he needed before classes started the next week and she set off to get them for him. This was going to be the most difficult thing she had ever done but she was going to do it all.

[misssophiachase]

Mini Prompt - Klaus kisses Caroline at midnight on NYE and it leaves her a bit flustered, although she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

Thanks anon! I wish I had this for Klaroeve. I hope you like my take. It’s based on lyrics from New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift, one of my faves. As per usual I’m not too good at sticking to the whole ‘mini’ premise of a drabble, must be your amazing prompt!  

New Year’s Day

Hold onto the memories…

PresentDay – Austin, TX 

Caroline Forbes hated New Year’s Eve. 

Well, since five years ago.

It had become a well-known fact within her family andclose circle of friends both in her hometown of New York and now more recently in Austin. Thankfully no one had dared to askwhy she’d changed her tune so suddenly and that was just fine.  

So much so that she insisted upon being left aloneevery year. And for the most part they did so because she was like an extremelygrouchy bear with a sore head. Obviously December 31st, 2018, was anotherstory altogether. Her friends had bravely, or stupidly, decided to poke said bear.

Caroline had bought the supermarket out of ChunkyMonkey and was preparing her first movie. Who didn’t want to watch the Notebookon New Year’s Eve? It wasn’t like the occasion could get any moredepressing, right? 

“Ohgod, kill me,” she heard that familiar voice before she saw its owner. “Talkabout depressing.” It was like she could read her mind. 

“Idon’t know, Ryan Gosling isn’t too bad to look at, Kat,” the other familiarvoice offered. 

“Weare trying to get her out of this sick and twisted situation not remind herthat Ryan Gosling is hot and a totally worthy reason for staying home on New Years.”

“Wayto convince her to come out,” Bonnie drawled, sarcastically. 

“Yourealise I can hear you both, right?” She murmured, chomping on some butteredpopcorn and not bothering to turn around knowing her best friends were standingimpatiently in her kitchen. “And while we’re at it, remind me toconfiscate your keys to my apartment.”

“Canyou just drop this whole hostility act, it’s not attractive, Care,” Katherinechided.  

“Saysthe girl who is crashing my private movie marathon?”

“Youneed an intervention, enough is enough,” she huffed, her high heels clicking onthe floorboards. Caroline didn’t have much time to react given her supposedbest friend had stolen the television remote and turned everything off.

“Youdidn’t just do that, real mature Pierce. Who are you anyway? The fun police?” She snapped, a comment more than a question. Katherinelifted the remote above her head so she couldn’t snatch it so easily. 

“If you think she’s the fun police, you really do need help,” Bonnie added. “This whole, weird tradition needs to be broken.”

“Ithought you were on my side, Bon?”

“Notsince you decided that outfit was acceptable even behind closed doors,” shesuggested. Caroline looked curiously at her combination of pinksweatpants and a blue and orange Knicks jersey and decided it was just fine.

“Iknow you’re a Spurs fan Bonnie but even that comment is low.”

“Justplease stop being snarky and put this on,” Katherine drawled, holding up whatlooked like a small, black garment.

“Byitself?” Caroline baulked.

“It’sa dress, Caroline,” she shot back. 

“Areyou sure it’s not a belt?” 

“Howold are you again?” Caroline narrowed her eyes in her friend’s direction. Shewas on the older side of twenty-seven but there were moments her Great Aunt Mabel decided to takeover her body. Caroline chose to think this was one of those occasions. 

“I’mnot getting off this couch until you tell me what’s going on?” She scoffed. 

“Fine,”Kat replied gruffly, relinquishing the dress (or belt) momentarily. “Youknow that guy I was telling you about?” Before Caroline could mentally trawl through theoptions, Bonnie interjected.

“No,not the Italian model, the Australian magician or the Scandinavian fisherman,” sheclarified. “This one is an art critic.”

“Wow, those are the hardest nuts to crack,” Caroline replied knowingly. She was a singer by trade, doing mostly small gigs around town but had met a few of those in her time performing at art gallery exhibitions. “ And I reiterate my previous observation,” she whistled thinking back to the most difficult of them.

5 years earlier…NYC

It was that ominous New Year’s Eve five years ago when she met a difficult art critic for the very first time. While his suit was impeccable, his attitude and supposed manners were grating on her last nerve. She was hoping to escape as soon as their set was finished.  

The room was full, barely enough space to breathe in fact. Caroline had finished her song and made her way to what she thought was the back exit for some air but obviously took a wrong turn.

Caroline didn’t consider herself an art expert but she was neither excited nor moved by the works on display. She’d walked in circles, not expecting to meet someone obviously worked up and pacing the length of what looked like a back room. 

“Sorry,” she offered, his eyes meeting her gaze unexpectedly. Caroline would be lying if she wasn’t aroused in that moment by his sinful, crimson lips and a stray dimple. “I took a wrong turn.”

“Do you like the art?” His question blind sighted her briefly. Caroline knew exactly what she thought but given they’d never been introduced formally and this guy was the artist paying her bills she was reluctant to speak. 

“Well, um…”

“This work is rubbish don’t you think?

“Well, it’s not really my place…”

“Why, cat got your tongue?”

“Fine. If I’m being honest, it seems kind of forced.”

“How so?” She paused, wondering why this guy was so eager for her amateur opinion. “The truth, please,” he implored, she couldn’t miss the desperation in his tone and those pleading eyes.

“Honestly? It has no heart, it’s cold and unfeeling,” she admitted. “But please don’t tell the artist, I’d like to be able to pay my rent next month.”

He’d stared at her for a good few minutes and she wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. Turns out he didn’t have to say anything. She’d obviously said too much and kicked herself mentally. Caroline always spoke without thinking and this instance was no different.

The chants from the art gallery increased in volume and they could hear each number as it was articulated for countdown purposes. Still their eyes never lowered or deviated. 

8….

“I hate New Year’s Eve,” Caroline murmured trying to break the tension. 

“Me too,” he replied, a slight and unexpected grin tugging at the ends of those lips. “Even more than gallery showings when you hate the work your publicist has chosen without permission.”

6….

“You’re the artist?” She squeaked, “I thought it was the rude guy in the suit.”

“No, that’s my older brother,” he murmured. First she’d insulted his art and now his own brother. “He’s an art critic and thinks he knows everything. My sister is the publicist.”

“Well, I’d be firing their incompetent asses now, unless it makes things awkward at Christmas, of course.” she smiled, hoping a bit humour would dig her out of this big hole. 

4….

“Who says it wasn’t awkward beforehand? I know you’re a singer but if there’s any chance you want to be my publicist let me know.” 

“I’m not the nagging type but I’m also not the kiss-your-ass type either.”

3….

“Why? Don’t you like my ass?”

“If I was your publicist right now I’d say that ego is not attractive,” she shot back slyly. “And it might be difficult for me to lie if I was asked to deny it.”

1…

“I wouldn’t want you to lie, love,” he murmured. “Your honesty is the best part about you.”

As the countdown ended and the cheers sounded out, it was as if an invisible magnet pulled them together. She thought he was a bit of an ass and he seemed to be going through an artistic crisis, but their kiss lasted much longer than the prescribed time. 

And it felt good.

So good.

Caroline didn’t want to enjoy it or him but the idiot had messed with her resolve. She pulled back, trying to find her balance and bearings as she did. “I’ve got to get going and sing some Auld Lang Syne.” She couldn’t miss the disappointment as it crossed his face.

“Thank you,” he offered as she walked away. 

“For what?” She couldn’t resist, turning around briefly. 

“For being honest.” She smiled briefly, the warmth flooding through her body before heading towards the make-shift stage. 

She left not long after her set finished making her way from the venue. She hadn’t seem him again, probably best because guys like that weren’t her type. It was only when she passed him conversing with a very annoyed brunette who was questioning his absence during the countdown that Caroline realised he had a girlfriend but was kissing her instead. Her instincts were obviously right. 

Unfortunately she hadn’t stopped thinking about him or that kiss since. He’d sparked something inside that Caroline hadn’t expected. Bastard. She’d even shamefully looked him up on the internet and realised he had multiple girlfriends around the place. She really should have known. 

Caroline had always hated New Year’s Eve but now she decided it was best to avoid it at all costs. It was too much trouble. 

They will hold onto you…

“He’sholding a party tonight at a place called the Original Gallery. Ineed to be there,” Katherine pleaded, choosing to ignore herindiscretions. “I think this guy is my soulmate Care, I can just feel it.” 

“Andthis is your way of convincing her to come, how?” Bonnie rolled her eyes. 

“You know art, Care. It would help if you were there as my wing woman.” 

Granted she loved to visit galleries in her spare time and had recently enrolled in an art history course at UT but it didn’t make her an expert. Far from it, in fact. This was most definitely a stretch on Kat’s part, not that she was surprised.

“How about no?”

“How about you think about it and lose some of that Creature of the Black Lagoon act, you know hating everyoneand everything in your wake?”  

“Another stellar reason for her to agree,” Bonnie observed. 

“Please Care, you can stay in the corner of the room away from all people if that helps.”

“And Ihear the Hors d'oeuvres are going to be phenomenal if that’s anyconsolation,” Bonnie suggested.

Caroline bit her lip, torn between helping her annoying friend and the comfort of her couch. If she had any doubts, they were sealed when Katherine removed the remote control batteries and placed them securely in her purse.

“You are officially evil,” Caroline scowled. 

“Howabout we talk about this while you change,” she smirked, throwing the dress (orbelt) in her direction. She was tempted to wipe the triumphant expression fromher face but decided to leave that for when she needed it most. 

“Ihate you.”

“Ilove you too, Forbes.”

Fastforward three hours and Caroline was attempting to pull down her dress withoutmuch luck, it was still too short for her liking. If she had something else She was gladat least that Katherine and Bonnie seemed to be otherwise engaged.

Turns out Katherine had a thing for the art critic she’d met all those years ago. He still looked good in a suit but if anyone was a match for his disdain it was Katherine. His brother Kol, an indie film director, was in deep conversation with Bonnie. 

It gave her chance to peruse the artwork, and it was some of the most brilliant she’d ever seen. What she hadn’t expected on entering was it to be at his show.

Of all people. 

Caroline had no intention of seeing him again. She wasn’t some groupie even if his work was suddenly brilliant. She also noted that the clock was moving freely past midnight and the lastplace she wanted to be was in a big group of strangers.

Carolinetook the opportunity to escape towards the toilets. In her haste shemissed the marked doors and found herself in what seemed like a makeshiftstudio. It wasn’t her first getting lost, after all. 

The lights were dimmed but she could make out the canvases lined upagainst the walls and the easel in the centre of the room which caught herattention.

Carolineshivered slightly, not sure whether it was the cool temperature or thespectacular art stealing her attention. She noticed a white, paintsplattered shirt hanging nearby, slipping it over her barely theredress without much thought. Suddenly she felt extremely comfortable, it didn’thurt that the familiar scent emanating from the collar was the perfect mixture of spiceand soap.

Shemade her way towards the easel, her hand reaching out and tracing the longbrush strokes.

“Doyou usually break and enter and steal people’s clothes?” She couldn’t see him but his crisp, Britishaccent was messing with her concentration. Mainly because of just how familiar it was, even after five years. 

“Itook a wrong turn,” she shot back. “And it’s pretty cold when your bestfriend decides you should wear a belt disguised as a dress.”

“Funnyyou mention it, I have that problem all the time.”

“I’llbet you do,” she laughed. It was nice to let loose for a change. As he came into view it was difficult not to react. The semi insecure artist from years ago was oozing confidence in dark jeans and a grey henley. “I’m sorry to tell you this but your work is kind of…”

“Kind of?” A low, self-conscious growl emanated from his throat. 

“Is someone worried?”

“You were the one who made me better before but if I need a kick up the ass I’m willing to take it.”

“Well, given our history, you know I’m not a fan of your ass,” she teased. Apparently he was an ass but it was so difficult not to react to his banter.

“I signed up to the gym straight away, my New Year’s Resolution,” he shared. “I also tried to track you down but you never returned my messages. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t give me a complex and not just because of the body shaming.”

“Says the guy who was absent from sharing a midnight kiss with his brunette girlfriend. I saw you two when I left.”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend,” he murmured, his mind obviously racing. “Hayley and I had a brief thing but she turned up that night insisting we get back together. I haven’t thought about anyone but you since that night. She was never really my type.”

“And what is your type exactly?”

“Smart, beautiful, feisty and outspoken. Tells me my work is bad, tells me my family are overbearing and that I’m an arrogant ass. And looks far better in my shirt than me. All of it factually correct.”

“Was there any question? But also….”

“Hang on, I wasn’t finished,” he interrupted. “You were the only person who was honest about my work. You saved me.”

“Now, I think you’re being a little dramatic,” she murmured, hoping he wasn’t. “Why are you here of all places?”

“I’ve been trying to track you down for years,” he said before clarifying. “I hate New Year’s Eve but you made it better five year’s ago and I’m hoping you’ll consider..” 

“Consider what?”

“A truce of sorts.”

And I will hold onto you…

[gorderos-blog]

Pay to Not Go to College!

    Yes, you read that title right! For a small combined fee of roughly $12,900, you can receive a PhD in your desired field of study with supporting documentation, a thesis you didn't have to write yourself, traditional graduation attire, legal notarization, and a half dozen lies regarding your accomplishments within your university! You even get to pick your own grade! Who knew the answer to our higher education needs was a website that only charges a nominal fee for you to not have to waste those precious years of your life AND not land your dream job afterward?     I've been putting this coverage off for way too long. One day at work, out of curiosity, I decided to search around the ol' interwebs and see if I could find a service dedicated to providing individuals with college degrees. It wasn't a hard search. There are several of these services as it turns out, but I'm going to be focusing on one today for the sake of this not dragging on any longer than necessary. I'm still learning about the dos and do nots when it comes to journalism of this nature, so in an effort not to get sued, I'm going to refrain from giving out the name of the website. Obviously I don't want to advertise this service and be responsible for innocent or curious people losing their money. I also don't want to land myself in any sort of legal trouble for name dropping and getting slapped with some sort of law suit. I will, however, be sharing screenshots where applicable, so don't you worry!     The biggest surprise without even looking at the degree ordering process is that the website is designed fairly well. It's inviting and pleasing to the eye with its mixture of blues and grays. Then we look at the text and realize that someone's trying to sucker us out of a lot of money.

    From what I hear, though, programming a website is hard and spaces between the end of a word and a comma are pretty easy mistakes to let slip through the cracks , so let's give them the benefit of the doubt.     The website has a bunch of sections on it and I intend to share the fun bits of it later, but I know what you're here for. You want your PhD in Chemistry or Biology, or maybe you need a Master's in Engineering or Dance. Don't worry, fam, I'm going to hook you up at least with a price point so you can start saving up. I'm going for the PhD in Creative Writing myself.     Unsurprisingly, the first few things it asks you for is boring information like your name, birth date, and title. Then it goes ahead and boldly asks for a scanned copy of either your government I.D./Driver's License or Passport. Then email address, blah blah blah, phone number, alright, onto the next section, and this is where the fun begins.

    As you can see, my PhD in Creative Writing will be issued to me, Mr. Blogger Dude for the year of 2018, graduated in the season of summer. I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who got me to this point. Good job, me. And look at that, only $490, how convenient! You also have the option to select if you were studying full time, part time, at a distance, online, or in a combination of those!     It's going past this point that you realize this ordering process has zero chill. Before you've even completely decided on all the additional things you want to pay for that you're probably never going to be able to use, this section comes careening up at you:

    Why yes, strange website, I would love to give you my credit card information and my billing address. I can't possibly see how this could go wrong in any way, shape, or form. I don't actually have a credit card, at least not with the kind of limit we're going to be seeing, so I suppose this is the end of my college degree journey. If only I had thousands of dollars just laying around in the bank. Darn, oh well.

    Following that is the section entitled

Transcripts & Degree Related Items

, a series of boxes you can put a check next to if you decide the item in question is something you'll want, and this is how it goes:

Academic Transcripts - $200 (Can select quantity)

Sealed Transcripts - $200 (Can select quantity)

Student Records - $200

Acceptance Letter - $120

Graduation Letter - $120

Reference Letter (Up to three) - $200/reference letter

Letter of Appreciation - $120 (Have the university lie about things you did for them)

Internship Letter from Company - $250 (Nobody follows up with these anyway, right?)

Internship Letter from University - $250

Write Your Own Thesis - $1,500 (At least you tried)

Have Someone Else Write Your Thesis - $4,500 (You did not try)

University Diploma Folder - $135

Graduation Hood - $150

Graduation Cap - $150

Graduation Gown/Robe - $550

Certified Copies of University Degree - $200 (Can select quantity)

Lawyer Certification and Legalization - $450

Government Apostille - $800 (I had to look up what that meant, this is what I found: "Apostilles authenticate the seals and signatures of officials on public documents such as birth certificates, court orders, or any other document issued by a public authority so that they can be recognized in foreign countries that are members of the 1961 Hague Convention Treaty.")

Embassy Legalization - $2050 (Looked this one up as well: "Embassy / Consulate Legalization. ... Documents certified by the State and destined for countries who are not members of the Hague Apostille Convention require State certification, U.S. Department of State certification, and Embassy or Consulate legalization.")

Student I.D. Card - $250 (I had to look... just kidding)

University Alumni Card - $250

University Library Card - $250

Student Union Card/Student Association Card

    After we've picked out all of the things we need, the last thing we have to do is pick our shipping options. Standard shipping is free and usually ships within five business days, but I'm impatient and can't afford to wait that long. I mean, I am buying a fake degree online rather than earning a real one... online. Or on a campus, but who does that anymore? Express shipping it is! It's only an additional $135 on top of the ten grand, nothing too outrageous. As for our shipping method, we have two choices: Express Air Mail, or DHL/FedEx for ground. Planes can crash and burn and lose all of my documentation, so I think I'll play it safe and go FedEx for only $130. Express Air Mail is a little cheaper at $95, but an extra $35 for peace of mind never hurt anybody.

    The website then proceeds to ask how we heard about them. It was pretty easy for me: Google. I assume it'll be the same for you. As an aside, there's also an option for Yahoo for the one person out there still using it. Next we input any special instructions we may have.

      I probably should have added please, but this is a business transaction after all.     Then we subsequently fuck ourselves over by not reading the terms of service before accepting them, make sure our total is correct, and submit our order!

     Looks right to me.

    I love that you can adjust the amount with the small arrows beside the total amount. I left them a tip.     It's at this point that I would submit the order, wait about a week, and show the finished product. Shocking as it may seem, though, I do not have $12,905 to give them. Such a tease, I know. Now I could save myself $3,000 by writing my own thesis, but we mustn't forget that I'm a busy adult man who cannot spare the time to college, so I definitely wouldn't have the time to write a brilliant thesis. One day I'll have a money. One day.     Something that should be noted is that there is no indication on the website as to which university will be giving you your degree, but their section on Full Privacy and Satisfaction serves to definitively quell those voices in your mind that want to call BS.     "When you choose a bachelor degree  from us and you make the payment, you will receive an accredited degree from a reputable university. The degrees are legal and verifiable; nobody will know our little secret that you obtained your degree online.     We do not disclose information about yourself to third parties and we keep private the name of the universities from which we confer degrees.     You will not know the name of the university until you receive the degree. We believe confidentiality is essential in our business and we encourage you to keep it secret that you obtained the degree online in exchange of a fee.     When you choose  degree online course we accept payments and shipment from all over the world, because we are affiliated with universities in every country.     We have bachelor degree online course waiting for you to attend them. You will be enrolled in the online program and you will get the degree in a week from the moment you made the order. We are strict with deadlines and we fulfill all your requirements.     We believe that the satisfaction of the clients is essential in our business and this is why we want to offer you joy so you will come back for more.       If you choose a degree  course from us you will get many job offers and promotions, so you will be happy you have chosen us."     Peace of mind and assurance are wonderful things.     There are a few other interesting tidbits on the website such as generic images of individuals of Asian descent posing in awkward ways, a live chat functionality that I may play with in my own spare time, degree options from multiple contents such as North America, South America, Africa, Asia, Eastern Europe, Western Europe, and my personal favorite, the Middle East. There's a coaching section of how to find a job after you've received your degree that is a rehash of every search you've ever done on how to do well in an interview.     "You have to tell the interviewer about your degrees, knowledge, skills, and vast experience in the field. You should convince the employer that your knowledge and experience will benefit the company and that you have solutions for the existing problems of the company in order to help the company achieve its goals.     Choose the domains of activity at which you are the best and to impress the employers with your expertise, skills and knowledge in their field of activity.     Companies have job openings because they have a hole in the functioning of their business and you have to fill the hole. You should be the perfect solution to their needs and you should be able to sell your skills during the interview in order to persuade them you will find solutions to the problems of the company. The best way to find a job is to prove that you have a degree from an accredited university because employers look for persons with plenty of knowledge in their field of activity.     Use nonverbal communication during interviews. Use your emotional intelligence in order to pass over emotions and use your body language to show you are attentive, confident and competent for the job. You should maintain eye contact and smile often. A sincere smile makes the interviewer believe that you are comfortable and that you are a sociable and friendly person.  Be communicative during interviews if you want to get the attention of the interviewers and persuade him or her to offer you the job.     Create a good CV and resume speaking about the experience, education, skills and certifications you have. You should write a resume in which to write about what recommends you for the job. You should write a story about yourself that proves your skills and knowledge in the field of activity of the company.     Prove passion for the field of activity in which you want to work. Prove that you have a specific interest in the company and a passion in what you do. .     Consider an interview as a sales presentation in which you have to present your strengths, hide your weaknesses in order to attract the interviewer and get the job."     It's actually so nice they had to say it twice in another area of the website, and there's this little gem that DEFINITELY puts any apprehensions, hesitations, or mental protestations to rest!

   I, for one, am very glad that no one shall be able to see my payment information, as they will face consequences under provision of law. What law? Law. THE law. You can learn all about it once you obtain your own law degree from the website.       I suppose I should throw in a quick disclaimer here for the two people who may be willing to go out and try this for themselves: Don't. College degrees are serious business, and I'm pretty sure this is illegal in some way, shape, or form. Don't go around giving shady websites your credit card information, and look into legitimate options when it comes to pursuing a higher education.     All of that being said, thank you for taking this journey with me. It had its ups and downs, but I am definitely excited to be Dr. Mr. Blogger Dude, Creative Writing expert.     Thank you.