#CORNY but I just remember sitting alone in my room with my jaw on the floor

[drugstoreperfumed]

I wanna live in the moment I heard famous last words for the first time forever

[thebadboyfanclub]

Pleasure Is All Mine (Jasper Hale x Reader)

This was requested by @yoloforprez2051​ it’s not the longest imagine I’ve written but I’m very happy with it and I hope you are as well. Enjoy!

(Y/n) fell in love with music since she was a baby, her father was a musician so she was born and raised around beautiful melodies and song practicing, meeting different bands and singers that worked with him, it was almost expected from her to be born with some amazing talent that had to do with music. Her talent and passion was singing, her voice was angelic and when her father signed her for some singing lessons she blossomed into this powerhouse that could sing some notes that were considered vocal suicide.Jasper was passing by this small little bar that looked like it was having a special party, it was abnormally filled with people and packed with dancers.

 That’s when he heard it, her voice went through his ears and brought goosebumps in his body, that distinguished voice, so smooth and melodic it would make anyone move their body to the beat. However, he found the choice of the song ironic, the talented anonymous girl was singing the infamous song “maria maria” by carlos santana who would probably be extremely proud of this cover if he heard it.

He acted impulsively when he turned around and walked right in the bar, getting baffled by the smell of sweat and blood that was pumping through the peoples veins, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to resist, he had to see who was this girl. As he moved through the crowd he slowly got to take a good look at the singer, if he didn’t know any better he would have swore he was dreaming

.“Hello Sir, would you like a table?”

“Uh yes please, as close to the stage as possible”

“Follow me Sir”

As he followed the hostess he was magnetized by the girl, feeling compelled to keep looking at her, afraid that if he took off his eyes from her she would suddenly disappear. She was wearing this magnificent red silk dress that had two golden spaghetti straps that had a teasing slit down her left thigh leaving her naked flesh on display, her hair was down and cascading down her shoulders, her lips were painted red and her face looked like it was carved by angels, her hands touching the mic stands and mic, hypnotizing the audience with her every move. She couldn’t be human, there was no human that looked so perfect

“Anything to drink Sir?”

“not yet, thank you”

As he sat down he kept admiring the woman that kept singing. Her eyes were holding such fire, the passion she had was running through her, it almost felt inappropriate to watch her, like watching a woman get undressed and getting all blushed and shy, nonetheless you couldn’t stop watching, frozen in place and keeping your eyes to her. He sat there for Gods know how long, she sang so many different songs and he has yet to feel tired, on the contrary he wanted to listen to her for hours on end. Feeling her sense of bliss and sensuality was something he had not felt often in a woman, she was the star of the show and she was very happy about it.

On the other side, (Y/n) had noticed the young man that looked at her intensely, of course she had seen plenty of men look at her like that, but from him it felt different, she wanted to him to look at her like that it was mutual fascination one would say. His dark eyes intrigued her, although she was a fan of dark haired men his dirty blonde hair was exactly what suited him and completed his look and who wouldn’t notice his facial features, those cheekbones and strong jaw made him look like a God.

She rarely did this but something inside her pushed her legs one in front of the other up until she was standing right behind him. She had noticed he was here alone which couldn’t be a better scenario for him to approach him

“May I sit down?”

He was aware she was coming, he had heard her proud walk and strong click clack of her heels from a mile away. He only smiled at her as he got up and pushed back the chair next to him, she was more than surprised by his kind gesture but she didn’t complain of course, she only sat down and whispered a thank you for only him to hear. Her voice was as melodic as her singing, sensual, clear and strong.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, my name is Jasper Hale, pleasure to meet you”

“(Y/f/n) pleasure is all mine”

As he reached to take her hand in his he got a sense of her perfume, she smelled so... delicious. It took every drop of discipline in him to not sink his teeth in her wrist and to just simply give aa gentle kiss on her hand. Right then and there he decided that she was what he was looking for, his mate, his sanctuary

-

Jasper from that point on chased (y/n) hard, gave her everything he could emotionally and spiritually, she was his mate and he wanted to be by her 24/7. He had even brought his family to one of the shows, Emmett was on of her biggest fans, asking Jasper to take him with him like a little sibling that wants to party with the older one. (Y/n) was a sweet soul, she brought out such a gentle and calming nature out of Jasper, however he was insecure about his past relationship.

Maria haunted him, clouded his thoughts and took over his mind, her poison seeping through him. He remembered all the times he was manipulated by her, told him how much she loved him just to do her dirty work, he was disposable to her, a mere nothing. Sometimes he would even fear if (y/n) was going to be like that as well, hurt him in her own way.

“Jasper, are you alright babe?”

She had gone to take a shower and left him in her room waiting, she loved that damn Carlos Santana song so much she sang it almost every time in the shower. For Jasper it was torture, just the mention of the name brought all those memories and theories to the front of his mind, it was a slow death and the corporate was just his anxiety.

“Yes darling I’m fine”

No he wasn’t, she could see it. Usually when she got out of the shower he would tease her and try to pull the towel off of her freshly washed body, it was this cute little routine they had developed, now he just laid there, doing and looking at absolutely nothing, yet his gaze was intense, like he was having an internal battle. She quickly dried herself and put on a silk short pajama night gown before slipping in her bed and wrapping her legs and arms around him, demanding to be the big spoon.

Jasper could only smirk at her way of calming him, he could never hide from her when he was upset or sad, even though he was the ne that could feel others emotions. As they laid together Jasper could smell her favorite body wash, the smell of raspberry slipping through his nose, bring a wave of comfort and familiarity as her hot skin touched his cold body. Her hand quickly found her way through his hair, she always loved to do that, it was like he was in heave when she was there.

“ There was a woman

Born from a lotus

Her heart was golden

Deep as the ocean

And then this one man

He came and broke it

'Til it was open

Just like a lotus”

It was her go to song to sing to him when he was sad, Jhene aiko was one of her favorite artist and he enjoyed her songs as well, they were very soothing and calming so he never complained, one his first memories with her was coming over in the morning and finding her cooking with just a shirt on while Jhene’s songs played around the house. 

As she kept holding him tight his mind slowly got rid of all those dark thoughts and replaced it with thoughts about (y/n), how she made him happy, how much her hair has grown, how her skin felt so smooth and soft under his touch, how her voice made his breathing slow and deep. 

Once she felt him relax and calm down she leaned in to place a kiss on his lips to which he responded, his hands finding her face and bringing her closer to him, feeling any type of space they had- if they had- She smiled during that kiss, happy that he was back to being himself and completely relaxed, she almost felt accomplished that she could be his source of stress relief.

“Thank you darling”

“Don’t mention it, are you feeling better?”

“I’m feeling like I’m in... what had you called it? Nirvana?”

She giggled at him as he kissed her one more time. She loved this intimate moments, they were just two people in the comfort of her home where they had 100% privacy and be intimate and vulnerable. She settled in close to him and placed her head on shoulder, hiding her face on his neck, she always liked to nuzzle there, take in his sense and enjoy the silence

“I’m really glad you’re here, it was starting to get lonely in this apartment”

“Oh dear trust me, It almost felt like I was alone for decades before I met you”

“Stop with the corny vampire jokes”

“Oh come on that was a good one, even Rose liked that one”

[yellowsugarwords]

May I request how the Ericson kids would comfort their s/o after they find out a walker they had encountered not too long ago was an old friend of theirs? I love your work btw! It's helped me get through a lot (especially with how the world is rn <3)

Oh my gosh I’m so glad that my writing has been able to help you ;-; i love you buddy thank you so so much for taking the time to read my work. I’m so glad it’s been able to help ❤️ i’m always a dm away if you ever need a friend :)

also this is a long one oops

Clementine: Clementine had seen that look before: the wide eyes someone shoots when they see something they wish they hadn’t. She remembered what it felt like to experience that moment and that expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked, approaching them immediately. All Y/N could do was point. In the distance was their old best friend hobbling amongst the crowd of walkers. Clem recognized them from pictures, and from the extent of the horror on her partner’s face. “Oh my God,” she hushed, a pit swelling in her stomach. Clem pulled her partner close and pulled them away, away from the scene and back somewhere to sit down. If they needed to say goodbye, she would respect that, but she wouldn’t let them do it alone. “What do you need?” She said softly, a hand settling on their shoulder. Her frown said everything she couldn’t. “I’m here to help with whatever I can.”

Marlon: Marlon had raised a brow at their silence, finding it suspicious at how quickly their friendly demeanour had dropped. Once they arrived back at Ericson, Marlon stopped them. “Hey, are you okay?” He paused, a hand brushing at their cheek, trying to understand. Spotting tears starting to well up, Marlon whisked them inside. “Hey hey, you’re okay.” He said softly. He said nothing to anyone - he didn’t even look anyone’s way - just pulled his partner close and brought them inside. Once in their room, Marlon would hold them close, sitting on their bed, listening to them talk. He’d brush their hair with his fingers as they cried, listening, just trying to understand.

Louis: Louis noticed Y/N was falling behind when returning from fishing. Curious, Louis lingered behind the group to figure out what was going on. As he fell back, he spotted the tears glistened against Y/N’s cheeks. Immediately, he took their hands in his and stopped them. “Hey, wait,” he reached out and brushed their tears away with one of his hands, the other firmly squeezing their palm. “What happened? Did someone say something?” Spotting the irritation in his jaw, Y/N shook their head. They always knew Louis would defend them until the end. In the midst of explaining, Y/N choked up and turned away. Quickly Louis pulled them into his arms. “Shh, hey hey,” he rested his chin on the top of their head, eyes closed, rubbing their back soothingly. “You’re okay. I’m so, so sorry, hun. I really am.”

Violet: Y/N almost always laughed at Louis’ corny jokes when they were returning from hunting. Hearing their silence, Violet turned away, spotting them hesitant and resigned. Undoubtedly, she also spotted glistening against the cheeks. She waved for Louis to go ahead and she fell behind, holding her partner’s arms sweetly. “Hey,” she whispered, brushing their hair out of their face, “talk to me.” As they told their story, they began to break down in tears, fumbling over their words and slurring their speech. Hushing them, Violet pulled them into her arms and guided them slowly back to Ericson. “I got you. It’s okay. We’ll go and stay inside for the night, okay?” It was the only thing she could think of that might be able to bring her partner some slight comfort.

Mitch: Something had happened during the raid that made Y/N seem different. They grew quiet, gaze downcast, demeanour hesitant and unnerved. He lingered behind the group, tugging them back with him. “Are you okay?” The whispered question caused tears to jump to their eyes. They shook their head. Immediately, Mitch swept his arms around them and tugged them away from the group. “Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he hushed the moment they entered the gates. He swept them to a nearby bench, crouching in front of them, fingers brushing against their teary cheeks to see them better. “You’re okay, you’re safe. Did something get you?” Hearing their story through their wobbly, teary voice, he slipped up beside them and pulled them into his arms. He pressed his cheeks against the top of their head, eyes closed, just keeping them close. “I am so so sorry.” He hushed. It was all he could think to say. His heart ached for them.

Aasim: Aasim frowned as he spotted his partner returning from the group’s fishing trip, silently passing their catches to Violet and scurrying away on their own. Spotting this, Aasim frowned and scurried after them. By the time he reached them, they were cowering behind the school, head buried in their legs, sobbing. “Hey hey hey,” Aasim said, scurrying to their side. “I’m here, it’s okay.” He pulled them into his arms. He held them silently, not asking for an answer, just being present. Finally, stating that their best friend was spotted as a walker, Aasim closed his eyes and held them tighter. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, eyes closed, keeping them close to his chest. “I am so, so sorry.”

Ruby: Ruby immediately could sense something was off. The moment Y/N walked through the front gates, she was on it. “What’s wrong?” She hushed, not wanting to draw attention. Watching their emotions falter and fumble, Ruby took their hand and pulled them away, appearing as though they were going on a walk. She held one of their hands with both of hers, her attention dedicated solely to them. “Talk me through it,” she hushed, “what happened?” Hearing everything that had occurred - hearing the story about finding their friend - Ruby paused their walking and wrapped them in a hug. “I am so, so sorry, sweetie.” She said. Immediately, they broke down into sobs and tears, holding her nice and close. Ruby didn't budge, holding them for as long as they needed, tearing up herself, feeling their heartache physically.

Omar: Omar could tell something was eating at them, but didn’t know what. It wasn’t until they’d returned to Ericson from their hunting trip and insisted on chopping wood alone did Omar know something was wrong. They would never do that chore solo. By the time he managed to slip away from their chores, he spotted them going hard chopping wood. They grunted with each swing, kicking the wood to the side once they were done. Omar could hear sniffles and faint whimpers: telltale signs of their pain. “Hey hey hey,” Omar said, trotting up to their side. They dropped their axe, exposing their teary face to their partner. “One of those walkers was my best friend.” They said softly. In so much pain, they closed their eyes and turned away. Before they fell into sobs, Omar swept in and brought them to a seat. “I’m so so sorry,” he hushed, sitting them down. “You’re okay, just rest. I’m sorry, hun. Really.”

Brody: When Y/N returned to Ericson, they were shaken. Pale, quivering, and silent. “Y/N?” Brody asked. Noting their silence, she trotted after them into the school. They didn't say a thing until they were in their room, Brody nervously closing and locking the door behind them. “Hun, what’s going on?” Then, they broke into tears, sitting on their edge of their bed, their head collapsing into their palms. Brody scurried beside them, her own yes welling up, setting her hands on their back. “What happened? What’s wrong?” She sat silently with them, wrapped up in her arms, growing teary eyed at their story as well. She just wanted to take their pain away. She was so sorry she couldn’t.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[funkyhanji]

Daddy's Perfect Cock-Slut [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto Pairing(s): EnjiSho Rating: E Word count: 3528 CWs: Shota, Underage, Extremely Dubious Consent, Father/Son Incest, Grooming, Mind Manipulation, Childhood Trauma, Blow Jobs, Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Begging, Rough Sex, Large Cock, Cock Worship, Cock Cages, Cock-Slut Shouto, Creampie, Implied/Referenced Father/Daughter Incest, Dissociation, Dirty Talk, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - That green-haired runt [...] knew nothing about Shouto. Or about Enji. Or about their relationship and how it functioned. -

Enji's annoyed. That green-haired runt reminded him too much of All Might, with his self-righteous attitude and acting like it's his duty to go sticking his nose into someone else's business, unwanted and spewing corny bullshit. Did that kid even know who he was talking to in that way?

His Shouto doesn't need help from a kid who can't even properly control his quirk. He knew nothing about Shouto. Or about Enji. Or about their relationship and how it functioned.

[*]

It took two days for Enji to notice Shouto's catatonic state and lifeless stare. He'd been busy dealing with the paperwork necessary to hospitalize his wife after her psychotic breakdown and her attack on their youngest child. Also the press — keeping the nosy fuckers away from his family problems was of utmost importance. Good thing he showered his PR staff and lawyers in money.

It was a comment from Fuyumi which had clued Enji in on the boy's ghost-like presence around the house.

Shouto, excused from school for a couple of weeks after the incident, would be seen wandering the halls in a daze; he'd often gravitate to the kitchen or his mother's bedroom, and stay there for indefinite amounts of time. He only moved when someone nudged him out of the rooms.

His son, he also came to notice quickly, was very responsive to commands in that state. As if his brain was more than happy to be given directions or orders to follow.

Any sort of command.

«Stop right there, Shouto,» Enji ordered one day, seeing the boy walking down the corridor in front of his open studio door. Shouto did as told, making Enji hum, curiosity piqued. «Come in Shouto, and close the door.»

His son obeyed, standing just past the threshold, his face devoid of any real expression and a haunted look in his eyes. It was disconcerting, Enji had to admit, but the cooperativeness was pleasing after all the reluctance to follow directives Shouto had shown since they'd begun his training.

«Come to me, boy,» he said, waving him over. «And speak, I'm tired of you playing mute.»

Shouto slowly crossed the distance, halting beside the chair Enji was sitting in. «Father.» His voice was scratchy from disuse and a bit dull, but it was still an improvement over the contempt it held before.

Something could be bettered though.

«Call me 'Daddy', boy,» he ordered.

«Yes, Daddy.»

The word sent a shiver down Enji's spine. Something wicked and dark—a desire to claim what was his on the most base level — awakening inside him for the first time in months, maybe years. Rei wasn't here to stop him, this time; she wasn't here to distract him with her own body, or to send Fuyumi his way in her stead.

Shouto was all his for the taking, now.

«Your Mommy was taken away because of you, Shouto. And since you're the reason she's not here anymore, it'll be your job to do everything Mommy did for Daddy. Do you understand, Shouto?»

«Yes, Daddy. I'll do everything Mommy did for Daddy, because it's my fault she was taken away.»

The smirk slashing through his face was nothing but sinister.

«Good boy.»

They were in Rei's bedroom, alone and with the door locked. It wasn't necessary, frankly: his and his wife's rooms were on a different side of the house from his kids', and none of them were about to come looking for him, not after dinner anyway.

Enji had come out of the bathhouse to find Shouto once again in his mother's room, gaze lost like a kicked puppy.

Defenseless. Adrift.

And Enji was there, because it was easy to take advantage of a traumatized child when you use the excuse of providing him with an anchor, a grounding touch.

He spread out Rei's futon on the tatami mats — a half-empty bottle of lube rolled out of it as well —, sat down with his legs loosely crossed in front of him and reached out a hand toward Shouto. His other hand undoing the knot of the towel at his hips.

«Here, Shouto, come sit in my lap,» Enji ordered.

«Yes, Daddy.» Shouto plopped down in the circle his legs made, back straight and blinking slow, breath even.

He didn't protest when Enji took his hand in a gentle hold, brushing a large thumb over the white knuckles; he didn't protest when Enji cradled the bandaged side of his face in his other hand. He didn't try to back away, as Enji coaxed his jaws open and delved two thick fingers inside, the rough pads gliding over a soft tongue and gums. Back and forth, deeper at each passage and full of intent.

A flush began to creep onto Shouto's cheeks; his breath humid as it puffed over the back of Enji's hand, a spark flickering to light in his uncovered eye.

He brought his son's hand toward his groin, pleased to see him follow the movement, gaze focusing on the swelling cock nestled in dark crimson curls. A shiver coursed through Shouto's thin frame as his fingers made contact, a sigh escaping parted pale-pink lips.

«Daddy...» Shouto whispered, muffled by Enji's digits still in his mouth.

«Go on Shouto,» Enji said, letting his hand fall from the boy's face, setting it at his slim waist. «You remember what to do, right?»

Shouto nodded, too lost in the moment to respond verbally, but it was fine.

Enji picked up the lube, squirting some in the boy's palm. Cold fingers wrapped around his length — barely long enough to circle the girth of it even when limp — and stroked, the touch tentative, trembling but growing surer at each pass. The push and pull of the foreskin as it glided over the head, the stiffening of the cock under his fingertips seemed to entice Shouto. His pupil dilated the harder Enji got, the blush on his face darkening at each of Enji's pleased hums.

«Good, Shouto,» Enji praised. He groaned when his son's other hand joined in the stroking, the dual sensation of hot and cold enclosing his cock feeling nice on his burning skin. «Put more strength into it, boy.»

«Yes… Daddy,» Shouto whispered, sounding winded as his whole body shifted with his movements. Sweat started beading at his hairline from the extersion and the heat radiating off of Enji.

«Remember, Shouto, this is your duty now. Taking care of my needs, of my cock, is your responsibility.»

«… Because it's my... fault Mommy's not… here anymore...»

«That's right.» Enji smirked, dripping corruption and lust unbecoming of a hero. «Get your mouth down there, c'mon. Like I told you.»

Once the bandages came off his face and Shouto was cleared by the doctor to go back to school, the vacancy in his stare finally began to recede day by day. He no longer wandered around the house like a ghost and he talked more often, as stilted and curt as his sentences were.

A positive thing, according to the majority of people Enji spoke to — a phrase which never failed to make him raise an eyebrow. He could understand such naivety from Fuyumi, but from adults who should know better than to sweep PTSD and trauma under the rug? Bullshit. They were just trying to appease him, Endeavor, the #2 Hero.

They were lucky that worked perfectly for Enji.

He could do without the new-found sparks of defiance in Shouto's eyes whenever they crossed paths or trained in the dojo, sure, but in was worth it when all the fight bled out of his tiny frame at the first glimpse of Enji's cock. He knew playing his hand while the boy was in a malleable state would be beneficial in drilling some key concepts in his brain.

«That was weak, Shouto! Fuyumi could have punched harder than that!» Enji reprimanded, eyes narrowed in Shouto's direction at his poor attitude.

He received a glare from the other side of the dojo, Shouto then kicking the dummy in the dick with an angry yell. Enji almost rolled his eyes at the display, but a sudden groan caught his attention.

«Ah— nnh…!»

Shouto was squirming where he stood, face pinched in discomfort and the heel of one hand carefully rubbing at his groin. Ah, Enji thought, it's the cage isn't it. Of course it was — it'd been only a week since Enji had put it on Shouto; he wasn't used to it yet.

«Stop touching it, Shouto,» Enji said. «It won't help—»

«Shut up! Take it off of me!»

Enji stood up, growling low and stalking toward his son. He gripped a fistful of bi-colored hair and shoved Shouto's face into his crotch none too gently, grinding him against his clothed, soft cock. Any protest died quickly. A breathy moan warming Enji's bulge, which twitched in interest as Shouto nudged his nose further into the crease between his thigh and pelvis.

«I told you not to touch the cage, Shouto,» Enji said, looking down at the boy.

«Mmkay,» Shouto muttered into the fabric of his sweatpants; his tiny arms embracing Enji's waist. «Daddy… wanna…»

«What do you want?»

«Daddy's… Da— haa!-» Enji rubbed a knee over Shouto's trapped little dick- «cock! Nnnh— Daddy's cock! P-Please...»

Enji chuckled. «And what d'you wanna do with it, mh, Shouto?»

Shouto looked up at him, flushed face and eyes swimming with desire to please. Enji could imagine the boy's mind quickly being overtaken by thoughts of his cock; touching it, stroking it, feeling its weight and warmth on his tongue — the way he'd been primed to in the weeks after the incident.

«S-service you— ah! — Daddy… please!»

«Since you're being so polite-» Enji patted his head, then undid the pants' drawstring and pulled them down enough for his cock to bounce free- «go ahead.»

Shouto's eyes light up, a needy whine falling from pink lips. «Thank you Daddy!»

He delved right in, mouth parting to suckle on the head, tongue sneaking under the foreskin and swirling around it like an ice-cream cone. Popping off the tip, Shouto moved down the hard length, kissing and licking every pulsing vein all the way to the base; he coated Enji's cock in saliva to ease the stroking of his small hands while he nuzzled up to the sac under it.

«Suck on those, boy,» Enji grunted, a large hand on the nape of Shouto's head. «That's where you came from.»

Shouto's tongue lapped at his heavy balls with careful brushes, lips puckering over the sensitive skin, sucking gently. Over and over, he kissed Enji's sac with something akin to reverence in both his touches and his eyes. His breath was humid and hitching as he worshiped Enji like the all-consuming being he was.

A low rumble reverberated in Enji's chest, his palm caressing red-and-white hair in silent appreciation. «Yeah… like that, Shouto. You like Daddy's cock, don't you?»

Shouto moaned, long and trembling with need. «Ah! I… I-I— yes! Like-» his lips attached to Enji's cock-head once again, drinking up the pre-cum oozing from it and mewling- «mngh— l-love it Daddy!» He rutted against Enji's leg, no doubt trying to find relief for his tiny dick trapped in that cage.

«Good boy. Now back to sucking.»

Enji unceremoniously pushed Shouto's parted mouth down on his twitching cock, fucking into it fast but controlled, thrusts shallow as his son let himself be used. Flushed cheeks hollowing and puffing out in time with his movements, and small hands cupping his balls, it didn't take long for Enji to feel himself starting to cum.

«Here it comes, Shouto,» he groaned, fingers dipping into the boy's nape to keep him still. «My seed— shit! Ngh!— don't spill any!»

Shouto's muffled assent sent jolts of pleasure up his cock, pushing him over the edge until he was dumping a load of scorching cum down the awaiting throat. Shouto drank and drank, lips tightening around his length to coax out every drop.

The sight alone — of Shouto's still-developing Adam's Apple bob — arousing him enough he could go for a second round immediately. «Like mother, like son: she loved to guzzle it down too.»

«Quit your squirming, dammit!» Enji growled, a rough palm on his son's hip.

«Nooo…! Back— put it back Daddy! Too empty...» Shouto cried.

Enji ignored the whining and the wriggling hips, too busy trying to reach for the lube one-handed, to appreciate the desperation Shouto was showing. At last managing to pop the bottle open, Enji poured the lube over the boy's slightly puffy hole — a huff of laughter escaping him at the squeak it earned him — and sank a finger inside.

Shouto's body shivered, no longer fighting. «Daddy...»

«Yeah,» Enji said. His digit moving back and forth, taking stock of how prepped his son's ass was after pulling out the plug which had been stretching him. «This is better, mh? A minute without something filling you up is unbearable, isn't it.»

The only answer he got was a whorish moan and Shouto pushing back into his hand.

Enji had introduced butt plugs around three months into his molding of Shouto into his personal, perfect cock-slut. He'd been dreaming about fucking his son well before Rei had snapped and gotten herself locked away in a hospital, and after teaching Shouto how to pleasure him with his mouth, Enji had decided it was time he started training that cute, round ass to take his cock. It'd been a couple of painstakingly long years. Years filled of better and better blowjobs, thigh-fucking — and occasional Fuyumi-fucking, because sometimes he missed the familiar feeling of a cold and wet pussy soaking up his boiling-hot cum —, and the slow-increasing girth of butt plugs up Shouto's hole.

The wait was finally over.

Enji was already rock-hard at the prospect of sinking balls-deep in Shouto.

His son seemed eager as well; spine curving sharply upward, hands gripping the futon under his shaking body in a vice. «Hhhnggh…!! O-oh! Da-Daddy! More— aah!— moreee!»

Enji smirked, a second finger pushing alongside the first to scissor and loosen Shouto; a third was quick to follow, and a fourth, the blushing rim stretched deliciously around his fingers, shiny with lube and fluttering. Enji shifted his hand back a little, calloused pads prodding at his son's prostate, licking his lips at Shouto's shocked yell. He kept up the touch until Shouto's walls were quaking and he was orgasming with his ass, his little caged dick limp but twitching uselessly over the sheet.

«Look at that, Shouto, you mastered the art of cumming like a woman,» Enji praised, fingers popping out of the boy with a squelch.

Shouto was out of it, drowning in post-coital bliss. «… Like a wo… man… did good?... Daddy…?»

«Yes, you did good. So good, you deserve my cock.»

Shouto didn't have time to say anything, Enji lubing himself up quickly and thrusting inside the small body in the next minute. Both moaned, when he bottomed out, then he pulled the boy up to sit on his thighs. Hands at a slim waist — leaving bruises on the milky-white skin —, Enji began ramming Shouto onto his cock at a brutal pace, the slapping of skin on skin loud and obscene, a nice background to the gritty grunts and the breathless mewls they made.

«How's Daddy's cock, mh, Shouto?»

«Mmngh! Aaah! Oh— l-l-loooove it…! Daddy!! Oh! Hhhgaah— yes! Cock!! Co— AH!»

Shouto was a mess of snot and tears and drool, with barely enough functioning brain cells to form words while he was mercilessly bounced on Enji's cock. His guts were speared continuously, his stomach visibly bulging every time Enji thrusted into him; his prostate was brushed against over and over to the point of pain, but Shouto kept moaning and sobbing in pleasure like Enji had molded him to—a slut for anything Daddy's cock gave him.

And Enji made sure to tell him.

«What a... whore! Happy to be a— ngh— rag-doll in my grasp...  just to get my— shit!— cock. Ready to crawl— haa!— on your knees and choke on it! You're a bitch in heat, Shouto— my bitch. My cock-slut!»

«Yours, yes! Yesyes! Slut— AH! DADDY! AH! AH!»

Shouto orgasmed again, body like jello in Enji's hands as he shook and shuddered and pissed all over the futon. He kept up his onslaught anyway, fucking up into Shouto through his walls' clenching down on him until he was cumming violently inside, still thrusting while he rode it out, uncaring of the seed spilling down his cock and adding to the nasty mess.

«Thank… you… Daddy...»

«Mmh, good boy, Shouto.»

[*]

He sees his son walk towards him, on his way to compete in his first match. «Shouto,» he calls, «I'm expecting to see you use your fire today.» Shouto scowls, seeming determined to ignore him and that won't do for Enji. He steps in front of his son, blocking the passage with his large frame; this time it's him who ignores Shouto's gritted «Get out of my way». He bends at the waist until their faces are as close as can be with Enji's quirk active. «I put up with this defiance at home,» he says. «but here and now? It's going to ruin your performance and I won't have that.» «Fuck o—» Shouto starts, only for the words to die out as soon as he sees Enji unzip the fly of his hero suit and pull out his limp cock. He smirks. The change in demeanor is instantaneous: Shouto's pupils swell, black overtaking gray and blue irises; his jaws grow slack and his lips part; a rosy tint blossoms on his cheeks. Tense shoulders sag. In the next second, Shouto's on his knees in front of him. «Daddy...» he whines. «Aah, that's better,» Enji says. He reaches out, weaves his large hand in bi-colored hair. A low moan leaves his son's throat. He can practically see the saliva gathering on the boy's tongue in anticipation, can see him squirm on the floor as the seconds pass by. Shouto moves closer, nosing at the crimson pubes at the base of Enji's cock but not touching the half-hard shaft. He wasn't given permission to yet. «Need your Daddy's cock to calm down, mh?» Enji teases. «Like a baby with his pacifier-» with his free hand, he strokes himself, quickly growing fully hard at the sight of Shouto panting and sniffing at his crotch like a dog- «wanna be a good boy for Daddy?» Shouto nods wordlessly, slowly humping his boot and Enji can vaguely feel the chastity cage rub on him through Shouto's clothes. «Yes! Yes, please Daddy...! Please, your cock— oooh I want it! Daddy, please... pleasepleaseDa— mgahghn!» Enji grabs a fistful of white-n-red hair and pulls on it, shoving his cock past slack jaws without hesitation. «Suck Shouto,» he orders. Shouto moans around him. His hands grope Enji's thighs, blunt nails digging into the muscle as an anchor while he starts bobbing his head over the massive length. His tongue swirls around the shaft in just the right way to make Enji groan; Shouto's throat constricts as he's swallowed past his son's gag reflex, the vibrations from the mewls travel all the way up Enji's spine. His son's mouth is perfect. «Yeah, that's more— nngh— like it! Fuck, Shouto— you love my... cock mh? That's a good whore—» Wet and tight around him — it almost reminds him of Rei's and Fuyumi's pussies. «Cool yourself down a bit boy,» he grunts. When his son does as told, Enji moans at the feeling and fucks himself deeper, harder past Shouto's lips—they're stretched and puffy and red, with drool oozing down his chin. Shouto chokes on his cock yet keeps working it like the greedy slut he is. He ignores the tears running down his flushed cheeks and the snot mixing with his spit and Enji's pre-cum. His face looks dazed and Enji knows Shouto's brain is mush right now: the only words blaring in there are "COCK" and "DADDY" and "DADDY'S CUM". Exactly the way Enji wants him. It's what Enji's taught him ever since Rei had disappeared from the house, eight years ago-and his youngest cock-sleeve has grown up to be exceptionally great at giving head. The most talented at it since his mother. «Take Daddy's spunk, you slutty boy!» Enji says through gritted teeth as he feels himself getting close. He rips Shouto's mouth off him, gripping his cock and stroking himself quick and harsh until his balls draw up and he's throbbing in his own fist. «Open up and say— fuck!— thank you!» Shouto whines, swollen lips parted and tongue lolling out, waiting to be fed. It's enough to push Enji off the edge. With one last stroke, he's cumming, the thick ropes of seed landing on his son's eager tongue as well as on the bridge of his nose and his left cheek. He milks his orgasm to the last drop, staring down at Shouto with a dark glint in his eyes as the boy slurps up all the cum sizzling on his face. «Thank you Daddy...» Behind him, Present Mic's voice calls for Shouto's name.

[maemi324]

Seasonal

Hey there friends!  As I am posting this it is my Birthday! I’m a whole 25 years old.  I.FEEL.ANCIENT. But I decided to post this blurb that came to me, talking about seasonal depression, which is hitting hard as it’s starting to get cooler and becoming fall. To be clear, this is just my experience with Seasonal depression, everyones is different. It’s something that affects me, and many others, in different seasons, so I hope this little blurb will give you some form of joy- regardless of whether or not you have the depressions.  It was actually kind of hard to write, but I got through it! Warnings: Talk of seasonal depression, numbness the like.  Only been seen by one other person, and only edited by me. So I probably missed some stuff. Let me know what you think!

The day was cool and dreary, overcast that hung in the air. Cloudy days themselves weren’t bad, but the cool breeze nipping at the previously warm air kept you inside, scrolling through your phone. 

It was a myriad of posts, those glad for the cooler weather and excited for the spooky holiday on the rise. You huffed a small laugh as the skeleton song popped up onto your page for the umpteenth time in that hour alone.

Even still, it was hard to see a constant reminder of the bleak months ahead as you tried to push it from your mind. But there was no fooling your body, or your mind. Seasonal depression was starting to kick in, and kick hard. The fucker never played fair anyway.

You were so tired, arms heavy as lead as they shook, a feeble attempt at keeping your phone from falling out of your grasp. Your mind was filled with the overcast clouds, no room for anything but sleep. You went to bed tired, you woke up tired and had the hardest time staying awake.

You leaned back further into the couch you were sitting on, looking onto the wall that held the crystals you gave to Keigo. Even with the sun gone, there was still enough light to show a few gentle prisms.

Though the colors were pretty, it didn’t alleviate the frown on your face. You had read that getting up and doing things would help you wake up or at the very least stay awake. Active, but simple things, cleaning up your bedroom, brushing your teeth and getting ready for the day. 

How could you when your arms refused to lift for most things, hands feeling too smooth to actually grip, not that you had any product on there to cause said sensation. Whenever you got up, your knees felt like they were jello, though you got from place to place. Was it just in your head? Of course it was, but getting out of your head was the hard part.

You turned to look over at the end table beside the couch, only then remembering to turn on the happy light you were advised to get. You weren’t entirely sure it actually helped, it didn’t mimic the sun's golden hue, despite how bright it was, it maybe made the room a bit warmer. But it was still such a cold light, much like hospital lights that made your eyes ache after a while. 

You pass another video, someone putting up fake skeletons whilst what you assumed to be a friend ran about in cheer for the cooler weather once again. You refrained from making any snide remarks in your head, it wouldn’t be fair to ruin their happy time. After all, Your summer could be their fall.

Your eyes gazed onto the clock. It’s only nine am ??! It was hardly close to lunch time even.

Irritation flashed within you, stomach gurgling in agreement. You hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, though you knew you should have. Food currently had no taste, no matter the amount of spices you added. It didn’t matter what was made, it never filled you and your stomach raged on. 

You shuffled further into the blankets you covered yourself with, your tank top and shorts hardly keeping you warm, but you refused to wear pants, they just got tangled in the blankets and felt so constricting. You glanced to the kitchen, a glare on your features as the usually wonderful treats in there mocked your current state of taste bud. 

You focused back onto your phone, ignoring your stomach for yet another random haul a user got for Halloween. Your eyes slowly began to fall closed, the music in the video, despite its energy, lulling you into a sense of...calm.

Thunk!

Your heart hammers hard against your chest, eyes wildly glancing around for the noise source.

Instead of monsters clawing from the grey shadows of daylight, you were met with sweet honied eyes.

“Well hello to you too angel” His voice hid none of his amusement, his hand held out towards you. You looked down to his hand only to find your phone. You must have dropped it at some point.

You took the phone from him, setting it on the coffee table and wrapped your arms around his neck. “ Keigo…” you cooed sleepily, “ You’re home for Lunch a bit early.” 

You pressed kisses to his cheek and neck, trying to ignore that empty feeling growing back to life.

“Early? Nah, right on time, it’s noon babe. You fell back asleep it looks like” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so you were standing with him. He looks you in the eyes, searching for something.

“Yeah, I guess I did” you murmur, eyes averting his gaze. He’d known you were having trouble staying awake, that the change of seasons really hit you hard. He seemed to have found whatever he was looking for as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and let go. 

“Well, I guess that just makes it more of a surprise, speaking of surprises!” he turned to the coffee table, rummaging through some bags. With a chirp of victory, he hands you a take out box filled with your favorite, (F/food). “ I brought your favorite back home with me” 

You couldn’t help but smile, though it didn’t feel forced, it didn’t feel like you were emoting quite right though your genuine happiness was there. He sat down on the couch with you, leaning into your side as he flipped on his phone for something.

A soft beat came first, followed by the gentle plucks of a guitar, sounds you usually associated with summer time music. You glanced over at him, brow raised in a silent question. 

He was already opening his take out, a smirk on his face

“Sorry dove, it was just a bit too quiet” was all he said.  “Hardly a quiet moment with you Keigo” you teased, “ But I can’t say I dislike your choice in mood”  “My sense of mood is never wrong angel!” 

You ate relatively quickly, wanting to spend more time with Keigo than focusing on the food, which did have just a bit more taste than anything else you had eaten. 

He talked to you about his day so far, nothing too crazy that he couldn’t handle. 

The relaxed tune you had been listening to turned into something a bit more fast paced.

It was a favorite between the two of you, the song you danced to at the bar, the night you had your first kiss on the beach. He stood up, offering his hands to you, “ Come on, it’s our song love bird!” It might have been corny to have a song but you couldn’t care less. Not with that smile that lit up a room, a laugh so sweet you could eat for dessert.

So you took his hands, his wings fluffed up in excitement. He took off his visor, and placed it on you, your vision becoming slightly yellow tinted. 

Oh it made so much difference

Everything looked and felt a bit more...alive. There weren’t any dull sensations of haze and endless numbness. You grabbed his hands again as he pulled you in.

It was hardly a masterful thing to fawn and coo over, but it had you laughing as he spun you around, his feathers having moved the coffee table out of the way. As you would spin out, he’d do something entirely and fantastically goofy, waving his hands in the air then pulling you back in. All to make you giggle and laugh as he hugged your back to his chest, blowing raspberries on your neck. 

“Keigo!”  “Oh what? Did I spin you too slow, so demanding my dove” and he spun you out again with an extra kick of some sort of energy. 

The song came to an end, and you were all red in the face, heart beating hard, but it was welcome.

“You utter goof” You giggled, pushing his visor off of your eyes, the change dented your happy mood, but only just slightly. 

“Your goof” he pressed a wet kiss to your cheek.  “So, I noticed you liked the visor? It is pretty stylish if I do say so myself”

You flopped back onto the couch, nodding, “ Yeah, they look real good on you. But it was nice, things just looked...better” 

Did the color really change your outlook so much? 

“Well, I was doing some late night browsing and found that sometimes glasses that are yellow tinted or block blue light can help with your seasonal grey time blues” a feather brought over a small bag, hiding between the food bags, and placed it in his hands.

“So I thought...these might help, whenever we can’t just dance the blues away” His cheeks turned a slight pink as his wings flapped awkwardly at your lack of response. 

He’d gone out of his way to get you these special glasses, just so that you could feel better. 

Your eyes watered slightly, getting back up from the couch and walking over to him. You placed both hands on his jaw and pulled him down for a tender kiss that he gladly reciprocated. “ You are entirely too sweet for your own good Keigo. I love you, thank you...thank you so much” 

He unfolds the glasses, placing them gently on your face. 

“I love you too song bird”

[saunteringhusbands]

“What are your thoughts on me?” Jason looks down at Roy who begged the question while tying his shoes. Jason opened his mouth, though nothing came out, as he wasn’t quite sure what it implied. Roy rose up, locked eyes with the other boy. Looked to his lips then back up, studied those blue eyes and waited. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” the response was gravelly. He turned his back on the red-head to put on his jacket. 

Roy grabbed at Jason’s hand and tugged. He spun him around and took a step forward, holding the other man in place. “You know exactly what I mean.” 

Jason stared down at their hands, eyes transfixed on how perfectly their fingers tied together. Roy was right. He knew exactly what he meant. He couldn’t answer yet, though, the words weren’t there and any spoken would simply be forced. He leaned forward instead, squeezed the hand he was holding and parted his lips and fell into Roy. And one could say that was an answer enough for Roy. He smiled into the kiss and moved his arms to embrace Jason. Both consider it the start of their life together.

Not much time passes, some months, maybe a year maybe two. They’re shopping downtown, in some furniture store and Jason is looking at plates. He’s holding a blue one in his hands, inspecting its ridges. Roy looks up from a selection of hand cloths to focus on Jay. He smiles softly. 

“What are your thoughts on moving in together?” Roy asks, stalking over. 

Jason raises an eyebrow, ponders slightly, and bites his lip. He eyes the atrocious, bright orange wash cloth in Roy’s hand. “Fine,” he starts, “but only if I’m in charge of the decor.” He tears the cloth away and gives Roy a kiss in place of it. It’ll simply have to do.

They’re walking through the park. It’s warm, that first solid week of spring when all signs of winter are out of sight, out of mind, and the flowers begin to bud. They’re hand in hand, strolling down the sidewalk path. Neither is really talking, save for simple phrases, lines about the weather and a bird over yonder and what they’ll have for dinner. Things are good for them right now. 

Roy takes mental notes of the dogs. He turns to Jason, ever so suddenly. The corner of his lip rises and he looks down at the ground thoughtfully. 

“What are your thoughts on getting a dog?” 

Jason chuckles. They spend the rest of the afternoon spit-balling names back and forth. They spend the following day picking out chew toys and a leash and collar and harness and food bowls and a bed at the local pet store. By the weekend they’re at the shelter, wandering up and down aisles of kennels. They find a pitbull named Raptor. Jason chats with the receptionist and fills out adoption papers. Roy sits with the dog on the ground, covering him in kisses, scratches, and belly rubs. Jason smiles at the sight.

They just finished dinner, a roast chicken with mashed potatoes and corn. Jason cooked the majority of it, and he does the dishes now, scrubbing away at their plates and setting them aside to be dried. He hears Roy enter the kitchen and teases him with a comment about having to do dishes alone. No response. He rolls his eyes and shuts the water off, drying his hands, ready to say something else, but Roy beats him to it.

“What are your thoughts on marriage?”

Jason’s jaw drops the slightest bit. He turns around. Roy is knelt before him on the ground, a look of pure wonder on his face. One hand is caressing an open box, revealing a simple gold ring. The other reaches out for Jason. He grabs that hand, pulling Roy up. There’s a foot of space between the two and neither’s quite sure what to do. One is holding on anxiously, awaiting an answer he’d hoped would come without thought. The other is terrified. His mind is going a million miles a minute. He loves Roy. He’s sure he loves Roy. Yet, there’s still a tugging, a fear. 

It doesn’t matter. It can’t possibly matter. From their last four years together, Roy has given Jason everything he could ever possibly need; every ounce of solace, every kiss, every hug, every dance, every smile. Life with Roy is comfort. It’s serenity. It’s everything he’s never had, everything he’s longed for.

He collapses then, into freckled arms, an embrace. “Yes,” he relieves. “God fucking yes, Roy, god do I want to marry you.”

They spend the night covering one another in kisses, drinking the finest wine their cupboard could serve them, straight from the bottle. They make plans. They aren’t in a rush, but they are in love, and perhaps there isn’t much of a difference. 

Their wedding is small. Immediate family and friends only. Alfred walks Jason down the aisle. They marry and eat cake and Dick gives a speech about each of the grooms and they spend the night dancing to a shitty playlist put together by Tim. Oliver and Bruce try to outdo each other with wedding gifts. And at the end of the night, when it’s just the pair of them, Red Hood and Arsenal, Robin and Speedy, Jason and Roy, they hold one another close and talk in soft voices, breath entwining, much like their bodies beneath the sheets. They speak of love and promises. 

Months later. Roy is working at the dining room table, clicking away on his laptop. Jason is in the living room, rereading Hamlet for the umpteenth time, twisting his wedding ring around on his finger. He loves that damn ring. Once so afraid of the weight it might bring, he’s been met with the utter opposite. He finds relief in it all. In having someone to hold onto when the nights get long, look forward to on the stressful days, lounge with when the outside world is gray and he’s in need of a day off. They work together. Everything aligned so perfectly, fit so snugly, like pieces of a puzzle. 

Jason’s never been happier.

He looks up now and is met with the image of Roy standing in the door frame, laptop in his hands still.

“What are your thoughts on a house with a white picket fence?”

They move to the middle of the country, far from both Gotham and Star City. They hang up their capes and never touch a weapon again. Their days open up and begin to be spent painting the walls of the house. Their nights are spent cuddled up on the couch, Jason reading aloud to Roy and Raptor, exposing them to worlds they’d never before tasted, never even thought to step foot in. 

With bliss comes rain and when it rains it pours. They just had a big fight. Each party said things he didn't mean, and though they both know they weren’t coming from truthful places, neither is ready to apologize just yet. 

They sit side by side on their bed, a few feet between them. Both stare absently at the wall. They won’t go to bed angry, it’s something they both agreed on. Still, this waiting game doesn’t seem to be going anywhere and it’s getting late. Roy has work early the next morning, Jason an appointment. 

It’s half past one when Roy breaks the silence. He gnaws on his cheek, straightens his back, bows his head and looks at his husband out of the corner of his eye. 

“What are your thoughts on kids?”

Jason’s shoulders drop, all pent-up tension released in a single second. He crawls across the bed and falls into Roy’s lap, wrapping arms around a slender waist. They stay up late dreaming up a family. 

Jason doesn’t make it to his appointment that day. Roy calls in sick to work.

Over the course of the next few years, they adopt three children, who they love as much as if they were their own. Their house becomes chaotic, the good kind. Jason cooks family meals and cleans up and gets the kids to school. Roy works as an engineer for some company and comes home every day to his husband and children. 

When the kids are asleep, and the house is still, and the night is a haven in opposed to a battleground, Jason and Roy still snuggle up on the couch for Jason to read aloud to his husband, their dog at their feet. It’s a particular night. Jason’s back is against Roy’s chest, Roy’s fingers are running through Jason’s hair as he reads Picture of Dorian Gray. There’s a candle burning on the coffee table, and a small, warm lamp is turned on from its place on an end table, but besides that, the house is dark, it’s sleepy, it’s homey. Roy trails kisses down Jason’s neck.

“What are your thoughts on me?” He begs, a whisper.

Jason smiles. It’s been twelve years since he was first asked that. He remembers his response to it then: a passionate kiss, a skipped patrol, a night in bed together. He had been young, full of fear, yet lust, yet a deep, growing love for this boy before him. And now, today, tonight, he sits with twelve years of experience in his back pocket.

He’s fallen in love with Roy. With his hands, freckles, eyes, cupids bow, back dimples. With his corny jokes, useless inventions, stupid catch phrases that aren’t catchy in the slightest. With his mannerisms, the essence of him, the ins, the outs, the very existence that is Roy William Harper.

Jason’s heart swells, it’s warm, his head is an eruption of butterflies and he simply thinks to himself, “I love him.”

“My thoughts, Roy Harper, love of my life, father of my children,” Jason starts slowly, taking small breaks between words, as if sounding it all out, warming up to the water before jumping in head first. “Are that I love you, and that you complete me.”

Roy buries his face in the crook of Jason’s neck. “God, I fucking love you.”

They fall asleep there, on the couch, a tangled mess of limps and a book discarded to the floor. They awake the next morning to their children bouncing atop them. They spend the Saturday as a family. Roy plays a board game with the youngest two while Jay helps the eldest with a history assignment in the kitchen. In the midst of it all, they exchange a look, a knowing look, a loving one, one which promises so much, one which reads, ‘we’ve made it.’

[lady-olive-oil]

Dog Days Chapter 2

Note: Hey y’all!!! It has been a long as while since i have updated and for that i apologize. Life has taken over and is hectic af right now. But it is here finally, the next installment of Dog Days! Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Warning: dirty “I miss you public sex>” If ya squint

Word count: 2,467

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Charity events were always a buzz around town. Whether you’re a socialite: a social media influencer, stylist, designer, you name it. Anybody who is anybody, knew about them. This one in particular was one for the ages.The annual Charity Ball of Hope, was more of a gala of sorts but nevertheless one for a good cause. Upon seeing all the glitz and glamour of the posh and pampered, outside of the limo window, It felt like old times all over again.

My dress was anything but simple, yet tasteful floor length royal blue mermaid halter top dress with a gold beading around the chest. My hair was in tight curls all over my head, my make up was kept light and my little rose gold studs pulled the look together. The not so subtle keyhole drew the attention I wanted and even brought in some donations for the organization I was in charge of for the night. 

The Los Angeles Angels foundation, for single hard working moms was an organization I started after Vinny died. He left Javi and I something even though he was a terrible person. Looking over at the crowd below me from the balcony, I felt like I owned the place. Which is how I felt at every event regardless.

“Bring back any memories?” A soft yet gentle voice awoken my senses back to reality. I saw Henry approach with a couple flutes of wine and handed one towards me. Graciously accepting the bubbly, we clink our glasses and look back over the crowd.

“I’d say so.” Looking at him from the side, I smirked. “I’ll say Mr. Kent, you clean up nicely if I do say so myself. What are the odds of us matching?”

“Well Miss Calhoun, I’d say 1 in 100. Not too many people can pull off royal blue.” His infamous subtle smile would bring anyone to their knees but for me, I'm used to it so I just smile back and think about how corny we both are to be calling each other by character names.

Fiddling with the rim of my glass, leaning firearms against the railing, I sighed in deep thought. “I still haven’t heard anything back yet about my audition. I hope I get it honestly, it would be a dream of mine to bring a character such as Nubia, to life. Especially for my baby sister Davina, she looks up to me and Morgan a lot. I want this for not just me, but for my sisters.” 

Henry had pulled me closer to his side, making it hard for me to not look at him. His soothing blue eyes, with a hint of brown in one of them, made me forget what I was wallowing in pity about.

“You will get this role and be an inspiration to all young women like you, my love. I know that for a fact, you were amazing at your audition. Who else can actually sneer at me while smirking at the same time, while giving a great performance?”

“Oh Henry, you’re just saying that because I’m your friend.” Offering a soft glance at him was short lived, being that he lifted my head up by my chin to look me in the eye.

“I’m not just saying it to say it, Miyah. You’re phenomenal at everything that you do and I wish you’d see that, just as I do.”

His words were true, solid to the core and faithful. Like a quiet day after the rain. No other man had made me feel as loved as he did, and he made sure I knew that. With a gentle nod, I gave in and smiled sweetly.

Placing the empty flute on the serving tray, I sighed happily. “Why don’t we make our rounds and greet people? I’m sure your people are expecting you just as much as my own.”

Taking my hand gently we made our way down the curved staircase, greeting our fellow friends and members we haven’t seen in years. We’ve managed to keep in contact with our mutual friends, mainly for logistics reasons. Nonetheless it’s been a pleasant few years, mainly because they told us what the other was up to. Made us both feel closer in a sense before reconnecting.

I was receiving compliments on my dress that made me feel like a goddess. All I was missing was a sword in the back of my dress, like how Diana had hers in the Wonder Woman movie. Yet with all the pleasantries out there way, awards being given to the charities, I felt an uneasy presence.

Looking around the room, to see if I could spot the person who I could feel in the room. Henry went off to talk to his friends, so that I could venture off and try to schmooze more people. Which was a big mistake in itself, yet strangely enough the feeling wasn’t so frightening. It was warm and inviting. 

“My, my. You have outdone yourself Amiyah, long time no see.” The soft crooning voice of a seasoned Italian brought back memories. 

“I do try, Marco. I have learned from the very best haven’t I?” Embracing him in a tight hug, I tried to suppress my emotions but it was to no avail. The water works were flooding back.

Marco was like my guardian angel, when Javier and I were living with Vinny. He has been there for her through the whole situation, considering he was his nephew. He knew of Vinny’s motives and habits when he was with me. I practically made him the godfather, which didn’t sit well with Vinny at the time, but he never got a say in how I raised my son because of how he treated me. I haven’t seen Marco in years since Javi and I moved away for good. He is family, and this reunion made all the difference in the end.

“You are glowing my dear, gorgeous. Simply gorgeous as always. How are you and Javier?” Placing a gentle kiss upon my head he chuckled in a joyful tone. 

“Thank you Marco, I appreciate it. Time has been good to us lately, since you know.” My voice was caught in my throat a little but I remained content.

“All good things have happened, good to hear. Listen, I'd hate to cut this conversation short my dear, but a few of my colleagues would like to speak with you at some point in time. Whenever is convenient for you, perhaps?”

I knew exactly where this was going. Well partially anyway, but the statement sounded familiar in itself. I always kept my guard up regardless of the situation. Then it clicked, I realized at this moment I would be offered a new opportunity.

I arched a brow in curiosity. “Depends on the colleagues.” 

“You remember them, Lorenzo and Matteo. They are all for the main decision at hand.”  A gentle smirk was etched on his face.

I knew where this was going. “Well I am free in a few weeks. Have them meet me at Wanda’s on 5th street at noon, on that Wednesday.”

He texted the info to the boys just so they’ll know. “Done and done. We shall see you soon, Lady Amiyah. It was great seeing you again.”

Giving him one last hug, I sighed happily. “You too Marco. Don’t be a stranger now, Javier remembers you vaguely. Stop by the house, I’ll send you the address seeing as though I still have your number.”

“Good to hear, Bella. See you soon and say hi to Henry for me.” Watching him leave with a pep in his step, brought back old memories. 

“Will do.” With that I felt at ease and I had to find my saving grace. Like clockwork, Henry found me. 

“Everything alright Miyah? Who was that guy you were talking to?”

As I arched my brow again, I could tell that my gentle giant was getting rather jealous. “Henry, are you jealous?”

He feigned a gasp of shock, scrunching up his nose. “Me? Jealous? Never, whatever gave you that idea?”

“Your nose flared before you scrunched it. If you must know, Marco is Javier’s godfather and a very generous donor too.”

“Really? Marco Ricci, as in Vinny Giovanni?” His eyes went wide as he said the names in a hushed tone.

“Yes, the very same. I’m meeting up with him, Lorenzo and Matteo for some meeting in a couple weeks. They wanted to discuss something with me.”

“Why do they want to meet with the Queen ?” Adjusting his tie, I averted his attention towards me to have him look me in the eye. I could tell the power shifted in my favor, with the way he spoke.

“Something about a business proposition, from what I’ve gathered. Everyone wants to meet with the queen, but only a few will do so.” Placing a gentle kiss along his jaw, I saw him visibly shiver in anticipation. 

A smirk gradually appeared on my face, as I saw his expression. An idea had appeared in my head once I laced our fingers together and dragged him towards a less crowded area. What a bold move I made to not wear any panties under this dress.

“You seem a little hot and bothered my love. Is everything alright?”

“Not when you’re sweet lips tease me my dear. I can barely concentrate, let alone form a complete sentence. You’re more persuasive than you give yourself credit for.” His breath hitched in his throat as I guided him into the bathroom, locking the door behind us and shoved him against the wall.

Thank god for 6 inch heels because there would be no way, I’d be the same height as Henry. He makes me feel like I can be and do anything, and right now I felt invincible.

“How persuasive am I, Cavill?” I whispered against his ear, pressing a gentle kiss on it then felt his strong hands grip my hips. Next thing I know, he lifts me on top of the counter and kisses my neck with such passion that I couldn’t even muster.

“Extremely. To the point where you have me wanting to do unthinkable things to you right here, right now.” He whispers in my ear, locking my ankles behind him as my fingers carded through his hair.

“Do it Cavill. I want you to, I need you to.” My voice shook with desire and need, I couldn’t take it anymore. I practically ripped his shirt open, he unzipped my dress slowly in a teasing manner.

The way his lips were on mine was like a drug, a need to be filled and replenished. Thankful for me being on the pill because when he sheathed himself inside of me, I felt my whole body freeze as my warm heat gripped him tight. He noticed it because he bit into my neck causing the sensation to heighten.

“Oh Henry..” the want in my voice only stirred him even more into a frenzy as he sped up his movements, causing the back of my head to hit the wall. 

“That’s it princess, louder. so everyone knows who you belong to.” His heated lips were whispering sweet nothings in an attempt to console me, but the gears shifted once I placed my lips on his neck

The gentle small gasp that escaped him as my lips glided down the side of his neck before resting at the curve. Your other hand slid lovingly under his button up shirt, and up his side before resting my palm against his exposed chest. A small, shriveled moan escaped his slightly parted lips as his hands gripped the fabric of my dress, that pooled at my hips . I teased my lips against his sensitive skin before obliging him with fervent kisses to the side of his neck. He panted in full ecstasy, broken moans encoring your efforts as I grew more aggressive. We knew there were probably people listening to how loud we were, yet we didn’t care at all.

Pulling his hair to get a better look at his flustered face, I felt a smirk dance across my face. To up the ante, I leaned my hips back and squeezed my kegel muscles as tight as I could around him. The noises he made caused me to let out a few noises myself in pure ecstasy. Dragging my nails down his toned chest caused him to drill into me faster and harder, the grip I had on his hair stayed. Remaining in constant eye contact.

“I know you’re very close to cumming, my love. I can feel you throbbing inside of me. Let go, I want you to come inside of me.” My lips danced against his ear. 

The floodgates came rushing through is both, releasing a symphonic moan, clutching each other like a leech. Having him slide out made me feel empty, like I was missing something desperately to fill the void. We helped each get cleaned up and redressed, before making an appearance out to the public. Fluffing out my curls, I saw him fix his hair as well.

“Next time, we should try cock warming because I need you in me at all times.” Licking his bottom lip, I made him shiver again, then I walked away from him to unlock the door.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” He gave my ass a good smack and proceeded to walk ahead of me.

“Just call me kryptonite.” Sending a wink in his general direction, we agreed to meet back at the fountain after the event was over. Some folks definitely heard us because the looks I got were full of jealousy. Which I didn’t care one bit, he’s my man and I do what I want.

Just to end the night off with a bang, my charity received the biggest donation of the night. It only goes up from here for everyone in my circle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.My good mood shifted once I saw a few strands of blonde hair waving in the distance next to Henry. His boisterous laugh caught my attention more, that is until I saw the face of the blonde in question. Sabrina Daniels, Henry’s old fling from our time apart. One glance at me and she smirked with an evil gleam in her eye, simultaneously touching his arm to spite me. 

We may not have publicly announced us being together publicly but, people know we have been spending time together. As god as my witness, if this girl does not stay in her place I will for sure kill her myself without hesitation. Come to think of it, I may have people to do my dirty work now. 

[ellaustenn]

Love Notes

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin Girl Reader

Word count: 3572

Plot: Draco is getting love notes from some one.

Author’s note: None

Y/I: Your Initial

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It was the middle of the night when your eyes suddenly burst open, at the exact moment when a flash of green light was about to hit you in the chest. Nervously, you pulled away the covers and sat down, realizing you were sweating - not to mention you were also short of breath.

You clenched your jaw nervously, both hands clenched into fists. You hated having bad dreams, that was for sure, but those where fate decided you had to die were the ones you hated most. A spell, a flash of green light and you wake up tense.

You looked around you: all the other girls were still asleep, deeply. To your right, your best friend had a smile on her face, and occasionally babbled something incomprehensible; were they dreaming about someone special?

Knowing that you wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, if not with difficulty, you got out of bed and left the dormitory on tiptoe. When you arrived in the Common Room, a deep silence enveloped you in its embrace - strangely, now that you were there, you felt much more relaxed. The protagonists of the paintings on the walls slept and snored and all the fireplaces, except one, were turned off.

You went to the burning fireplace, your legs practically moving by themselves. Perhaps staying for a few hours in front of the fire, sitting in a comfortable armchair, would help you fall asleep again. But when you reached the armchair, you realized that you weren’t alone.

Blond hair, very light skin and gray eyes that, fixed in the fireplace, seemed to be burning.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?" Draco asked, his voice reduced to a whisper.

You frowned and, instead of answering him, asked him, "How did you know it was me?"

Draco didn't even turn around. He stared at the flame that danced in the fireplace, his cheeks flushed with heat. You wondered how long the boy was there, but then, looking down, you noticed that he was holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Another of those lone notes?" You asked him, pushing him a little further to make room for you in the armchair.

When you sat down next to him, you realized that it wasn't exactly as comfortable as you had imagined. The space was what it was and in two it was quite tight; this, however, gave you the possibility of getting closer. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he seemed to stiffen for a moment - but it was only for a little bit.

"Do you want to read it to me?" You asked him, without even waiting for an answer to the question you had asked him earlier.

Draco thought about it, shifted his gaze from the fire to the parchment sheet and wet his lips. "If you really insist"

You found that fake tone of indifference amusing, especially because you knew that Draco loved those little messages. He found them everywhere: among the school books, among the notes, in the bag where he kept his quidditch stuff. One morning he had decided to eat a hard-boiled egg for breakfast and, in pulling away the shell, he was surprised to find parchment instead of the egg.

These messages had started popping up about four months ago. They were signed with a simple initial. The first month, Draco had passed him to investigate who could be the person who sent him the known ones, completely forgetting the Triwizard Tournament and Potter's participation in it. Furthermore, the fact that you knew the identity of that anonymous person made it even more fun.

"My love I have been dreaming about the day you ask me to accompany you to the Yule Ball for a week. I imagine the two of us in one of those corridors that the students don’t use that much, hidden behind a column. You have your hands on my hips, your mouth next to my ear. I can even feel your hot breath against my skin and the chills running down my spine. As soon as I say yes, you kiss lips, leaving my breathless. You get me even closer to your body and I instinctively put my fingers in your blonde hair. Ask me to come with you to the Yule Ball, my love. Make this dream come true. Y/I "

"Thank goodness it's not like the last one you received," you chuckled, watching as Draco's hand went to position on your left thigh. "That was so corny that I had diabetes for a week when you read it to me" Draco's lips curled into a slight smile, but then his gaze turned serious. "It is the first time they call me "My love""

"So?" You asked him, finding nothing wrong with it.

"Nothing, Y/N," Draco replied, now stroking your knee. "I just want to understand who this person is and why they make me find these notes everywhere"

"The reason seems pretty clear, don't you think?" You made yourself closer, turning your head just enough to make your nose touch his neck. "This person has a crush on you, a big one actually"

"They could come forward and tell me in person, rather than leave me parchment sheets in the eggs," he complained. "Or you could just say their name, since you know who they are"

"For the hundredth time: no, it's too fun to see you in the investigator's shoes. Find out for yourself ” was your reply; then, remembering the question he asked you: "Why did you come here? Couldn't sleep?"

Draco turned slowly towards you: since you had changed position, staring at the burning fireplace, in the reflection of your eyes he saw flames dancing a silent song. Your face was kissed by the colors of fire and now you too had red cheeks because of the heat. With his free hand, he passed the forefinger along the length of your nose, sliding down to the chin - he stopped an extra second on the lips.

Shortly before answering, Draco wondered how he could feel at the same time something for two different people: there was this anonymous, who for four months had been sending him short messages, a dowry sweetie ... and then there was you.

"I found the parchment sheet on my bed. Tiger says one of the first year entered our dorm this afternoon, claiming to be "The Mysterious Owl"”

You rolled your eyes: The Mysterious Owl? I just gave him one job!.

"What a ridiculous name," Draco muttered. "Anyway I came here to reflect: I want to find out who this person is, at all costs, and then because I realized that the Yule Ball is getting closer and I haven't invited anyone yet"

"Why don't you ask Pansy?" you teased him. "You'll see how she’ll wags her tail with joy"

Draco gave you a playful push with his shoulder, then turned to give you a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to sleep, are you staying here?"

Nodding, you told him that you would stay in the Common Room a little longer.

...

"My darling I found a book of Muggle poetry in the library. It was hidden behind some tomes of potions and ancient spells. I believe that Madama Pince reads it at night, perhaps thinking of someone dear to her. I leafed through a few pages, read a few poems. Many of these were dedications for their own half, so romantic that I almost started to cry. Some were so beautiful ... I thought of transcribing one, keeping it for a future note to send to you. By the way, do you really keep them all in an old shoe box? The notes I send you, I mean"

Draco widened his eyes: how did this anonymous know that every single note he had jealously kept in an old box? They certainly had to be someone close to him.

With a quick run he reached Tiger and Goyle inside the Common Room, not caring for you that, amazed, you looked at a beautiful Christmas tree decorated. Draco dropped the bag of books, put his hands on Tiger's shoulders and ordered him to point out who that stupid kid who called himself "The Mysterious Owl" was.

He knew, it was obvious. He just had to kindly ask him some questions. Tiger's eyes widened, surprised by Draco's gesture. He stammered a few meaningless words, then glanced at Goyle in the hope that this would give him a hand.

Draco rolled his eyes, exasperated: "You just have to point him, Tiger. It's not that difficult!"

Hearing Draco raise his voice, you momentarily abandoned the Christmas tree and turned in his direction. You wrinkled your forehead and, trying to understand what was going on, you approached the trio silently. You stayed there beside them for a while, absorbing everything Draco asked Tiger - which was slowly recovering from the shock.

When you realized that Draco was on the trail of 'The Mysterious Owl', your heart ended up in your throat: you decided to run out of the Common Room to go and look for the boy who helped you with the messages. You didn't know exactly where to find it, but you could ask around and see.

After almost an hour and a half, and after running back and forth across the entire castle, you found the little Slytherin in one of Hogwarts' courtyards. He was intent on talking to a black-haired girl who turned her back on you, but it wasn't hard for you to figure out who she was.

"Parkinson" you called her tight-lipped.

Both the girl and the Slytherin kid looked at you. The boy opened his eyes and mouth wide, surprised and at the same time frightened to see you there; Pansy, on the other hand, smiled sweetly - something that made her strangely resemble Snape.

"L/N," Pansy replied, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at you. "What brings you here?"

"It's none of your business," you replied, very quietly. "You instead?Enjoy torturing little kids? Should I remind you that among the qualities of the Slytherins there is no malice, but something else?"

"Let's get to the point, L/N," Pansy replied, taking a few steps in your direction. "I know your secret, L/N. I know why you need this pathetic kid and, guess what? I think it's time for another message to be delivered to Draco"

If Pansy's purpose was to frighten you, you were completely immune to all her efforts. Besides, you knew very well that she had a colossal crush on the blond Slytherin and that she certainly wouldn't rush to inform him that you were his secret admirer. What you had to do now was find a way to make her go away, then talk to the Slythering kid and get the message that Parkinson wanted to get to Draco.

Being happy for what she had done, Pansy left.

At that point, with an amused smile you approached the first-year boy: "Pathetic, don't you think?"

The Slytherin kid didn’t say a word, merely looked at his shoes. The smile flew away from your face and, troubled, you frowned. You asked him what he was hiding from you, why he hadn't already pulled out the message that Parkinson wanted to send to Draco - because you wanted to see it burn, maybe drinking a cup of tea.

When the Slytherin didn’t answer, you decided to pressure him. You stepped forward, shortening the distance, and asked him how Pansy Parkinson knew he was practically your owl. Even to this, the boy did not answer, but at a certain point he seemed to be trembling.

You rolled your eyes and put a hand on his shoulder: "It doesn’t matter how she  discovered us. Now I want to know where the message is"

"Delivered," he whispered, his eyes still lowered.

"Excuse me?"

You didn't know if you understood well or not. Maybe your ears had decided to play you a trick, making you hear one word rather than another. 

"Delivered" the Slytherin repeated, this time with a little more courage.

Your hand fell from his shoulder, your eyes widened so slowly that it seemed to be happening in slow motion. You felt the heart beating faster and faster, the air choking in your throat.

"When?" You managed to say.

"This morning," said the boy. "Parkinson just wanted confirmation that I did it" then he added: "I didn't want to, I'm sorry. But Pansy always scared me and I ... I didn't know what to do"

"What did the message say?"

The boy took a deep breath, then recited: "I had a brilliant idea, my love. I want you to know who I am, but for this you will have to wait until the evening of the Yule Ball. Be patient, my beloved. I will wear a red dress, on which I will place a golden rose - so it will be easier for you to recognize me."

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December 25, 1994

You were patient too, along with Draco. Only this he didn't know.

After the note that Pansy had sent to Draco, you had written another one and had it delivered by your Slytherin owl. You wrote that that would have been the last message and you had attached a little poem to him that he had to ask at the first meeting. Immediately after finding the parchment sheet, Draco ran to you and showed it to you, in his eyes you saw a flash of despair.

"Remember them our date at the Yule Ball, Y/N! And the red dress with the silver rose, that's important! "Draco had made you promise.

His tone of voice surprised you, because it was so different from what he usually had. In any case, you promised that you would do it.

It was almost time to go and you were just finishing up. Despite not having invited anyone, you had decided to participate in the dance with Draco and his friends - as they too had decided in the end not to invite anyone in particular. Of course, Pansy had decided to join you.

For the dance you had opted for a long emerald off-shoulder dress with a not too wide skirt; the straps were made of a material similar to lace, very soft to the touch and comfortable to wear. Your mother had sent you a family necklace just before Christmas: the chain was finely crafted silver, the medallion was the family crest about three centimeters by three in size.

You had your best friend helping you with your hair. She had made two braids on the sides of the head, which then went back to the back almost to form a crown.

"Remember that you promised to reveal everything to Draco, Y/N" your best friend told you. "And if you ever need me, or if Malfoy should hurt you in any way, come and call me so I can kick his ass" and with one last kiss on the cheek, your best friend went out to meet his companion.

After checking yourself one last time in the mirror in the dorm, you decided it was time to go. I went down the stairs that led to the Common Room, and almost shyly you looked around for Draco, Tiger, Goyle. 

You reached the trio and cleared your throat to get their attention. All three, when they turned to look at you, opened their eyes and mouths, making you laugh.

Draco was wearing a black suit that highlighted his fair skin. The blond hair was simply amazing. The eyes were bright, surprised and simply bewitching. You were able to smell his perfume, which was delicious and intoxicating as always.

Amused by the expressions of the three boys, you snapped your fingers to make them come back down to earth. "So? No compliments?"

Now, your shyness was gone.

The only one to speak was Draco: "You are beautiful, Y/N"

He went over to give you a kiss on the cheek, then took your hand and made you turn around. He hugged you, breathed in your scent and gave himself mentally stupid for not having invited you to the dance as his escort. If it hadn't been for that anonymous and their messages, which kept coming back to his mind, he probably would have done it.

And I would have been very lucky., he thought.

While embracing you, he told himself that perhaps he had given too much weight to that anonymous person. Perhaps he would simply have to find the courage to talk to you with an open heart, tell you how he felt about you - for almost three years now. Yet there was something that blocked him, only he didn't know what.

At first, when the messages had jumped out, Draco had even hoped you had sent them.

Suddenly, Draco noticed  someone dressed in red. He let you go and turned to the passage that allowed to enter and leave the Common Room.

As she had written in the note, Pansy was wearing a red dress with a narrow skirt. On the neckline she wore a brooch in the shape of a golden rose. She gave you a cruel smile, then approached your group and stood in front of Draco.

"Pansy?" He asked, confused. "Was it you all along?"

Pansy changed her expression, played the part of the girl who wanted to hide her feelings - something she had never been able to do. She came close to him, took his hands and told him that she had always been in love with him. Then he decided it was time for everyone to go to the dance, because she couldn't wait to dance with Draco.

Draco looked at you one last time, before following her: you were smiling sweetly, and although you knew the whole truth - about the messages and the person who sent them - seeing him go away with Pansy hurted you.

Along with Tiger and Goyle, you followed Pansy and Draco. Immediately outside the Common Room, in the damp corridor, Draco stopped abruptly.

"Pansy, wait," he said, feeling that something was wrong. "It can't be you"

Pansy, alarmed, replied, "What do you mean? Of course it's me!"

"But I don't ... I don't feel anything different. I ... I thought that ... "Draco shook his head, not even so convinced on how to finish the sentence. He turned to look at you and suddenly he felt sick: I was day and night worrying about who was sending me those messages, when the right person for me was always next to me.

"The poem," he said in a low voice, turning back to Pansy. "Recite the poem you sent me in the last message"

"P-poem?" Pansy stammered, turning white.

"When I say I love you, please belive it’s true. When I say forever, know I´ll never leave you. When I say goodbye, he promised me you won’t cry, Because the day I will be saying that I will be the day I die"

Draco turned to you, your cheeks now pink with embarrassment. You bit your lip, you shrugged and smiled: "No red dress, my love. No golden rose"

Pansy, angry, returned to the common room, slamming her feet. Tiger and Goyle left you alone.

Draco stepped in your direction, his lips bending into a delicate smile. One step away from you, he stopped, unsure of what to do. He wanted to take you in his arms, get lost in your eyes to the point of exhaustion ...

"It's kind of cheesy, I know," you said, and your face took on an amused expression. "And I have to admit that when I read it for the first time, my diabetes came back"

Draco burst out laughing, relieved. He asked you why you were hiding behind those messages, how the idea was born and why you hadn't blinked when Pansy, shortly before, passed off as his secret admirer. You answered calmly and sincerely, explaining everything to him in every detail; you also told him how you felt at the first parchment you wrote to him - anxious, amused and at the same time happy.

"It was a way to tell you what I feel, also because at the beginning I didn't know how to do it" you concluded, rocking your heels, a little embarrassed.

Draco bit his lip as he smiled, then took your hand and beckoned you to follow him. Without saying a word, Draco took you to one of the corridors near the Great Hall - which fortunately was deserted at the time. He approached a column and drew you to him, so as to hide both of you; he put his hands on your hips and put his lips close to your ear.

"You're not really doing it," you whispered, remembering the letter you sent him some time ago.

"Don't spoil this moment, Y/N" he chuckled, and his warm breath hit your skin giving you an exciting, pleasant electric shock. "Now I have to ask you to come to the Ball with me"

He asked you, and at the same time he slowly turned his head. Now your noses were touching.

"You suck as a detective, you know?" You told him, before kissing him in a voracious way.

[spiderman-homecomeme]

Day One - When in Vegas

Prompt: future!au

It’s cutting it close, but here is my first contribution to @spideychellemonth! I’m gonna try my darndest to keep up, but I’m so excited for this guys!! 

This is potentially going to be multi-chapter, mostly because it was getting too long and I was having just TOO MANY IDEAS lmao Let me know what y’all think! This is also based off of an idea an anon sent me a week or so ago about a marriage pact!AU that i just LOVED the idea for 

Basically, the 1.7k Waking Up Married in Vegas!AU nobody asked for pls enjoy! <3

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Fuck.

It’s the first semi-coherent thought that pops into MJ’s head as she’s dragged into a sluggish state that can barely be described as consciousness. Her eyes, feeling as if they might fall right out of her skull, squeeze shut in an effort to stop the sun’s merciless assault. The groan that leaves her mouth as she turns away from the window is almost inhuman, her tongue heavy and dry, throat feeling as if she’d just swallowed barbed wire. If she moves too much, she’s sure whatever concoction of last night’s activities currently residing in her stomach are going to end up on the floor. 

Three gin and tonics, two vanilla screwdrivers, and a few too many—who was counting, really?—shots of tequila seemed like an okay idea last night, at least past-MJ thought. 

That was a problem for future-MJ.

Future-MJ hates past-MJ.

It was true, it was all true, she reflects as her stomach gurgles violently, lurching into the back of her throat. 

It’s a simple explanation, really.

Over time, the enzymes required to metabolize all that booze have started to weaken, no longer breaking down toxins with the same vigor, leaving the elusive acetaldehyde to roam free. 

In other words, she’s thirty.

Gone were the glory days where she could drink the night away and wake up with just a mild headache. The days where she could have as many different cocktails as her heart desired and not wake up feeling like death itself. The days where she could drink just one glass of pinot noir and not feel like an angry bull is stomping on his hippocampus.

But it had been Ned’s 30th, one of her best friends since high school, a real cause for celebration. They were in Vegas, for crying out loud. Sin City. What was she supposed to do?

Not drink?

(Well, yeah. That would have been ideal.)

But where was the fun in that?

Her hand brushes across her bare stomach, and she realizes with a small start that she’s naked. 

She’s not sure if she’s ever been more confused.

Come to think of it, she’s not sure she even knows what happened last night. There’s flashes, very brief flashes of club music, Grey Goose, way too much glitter, and a lot of highly questionable, dumbass financial decisions involving slot machines and poker games.

She’s pretty sure she’s still alive, about 62%, but she’s also fairly certain that her brain has been replaced with cotton and sewing needles. An ache that starts right around her knees shoots up her spine, radiating throughout her body as she pulls the blanket tighter around her and buries her puffy face into the pillow.

When she realizes that any chance of sleep is gone for good, and that she can’t just will this splitting headache away with her own mind, she cracks an eye open. She immediately regrets that decision as soon as the harsh sunlight hits, shaking her head, throwing her arm out in some kind of half-assed effort to fight it off. 

Her heart nearly stops when her hand hits something soft and warm next to her. She yanks her hand back, eyes shooting open to see someone—a man—face down in the mattress, head of chocolate brown waves turned away from her. A rather uncalled for heat swarms her body as her gaze drifts to his exposed back and lingers on the taut muscles there, drifting lower, the thin stop-sheet just barely covering the curve of his—

What the hell happened last night?

But dread starts to mix with the nausea gripping at her stomach as she realizes something about the naked mystery man in her bed.

She knows that curly mop of brown hair.

Immediately, she shoots up from the bed, gripping the sheet against her chest. 

A big mistake.

The nausea finally wins the battle, and she runs to the bathroom, not bothering to cover up as she empties the toxic contents of her stomach into the toilet. 

It’s a wonder Peter doesn’t wake up from her violent retching. 

She forces out a harsh exhale as she flushes down the remnants of her night out, hand reaching out to grip the bathroom counter as she rises on shaky legs. She grabs the complimentary bathrobe—how fancy—and shrugs it on before turning to the sink to splash ice cold water onto her face. 

And that’s when she sees it. 

The gaudy, cheap, obviously fake rock sitting smugly on her left ring finger, staring right back at her slack-jawed expression. 

What the fuck?!

It all comes back to her. 

They’d been so, so incredibly dumb. 

Both of them.

Peter looks stupid good.

He always has, of course, she wasn’t blind. 

But his late-twenties seemed to have been incredibly kind to him. He still had that boyish charm she’d always secretly liked, but now… now there was just something about him, standing under these neon casino lights, wearing a plain black suit with a white tee underneath, that brought back years and years of repressed high school feelings. 

Mutual feelings that neither of them ever acted on. Only joked about.

They would never have worked as a couple, they’d always say.

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

So they both moved on. It was high school. They still had the rest of their lives ahead of them. 

Plus, the risk of ruining their solid friendship was just too great. 

So why, after nearly twelve years, is she having to actively fight back the stupid fluttering of butterflies when he so much as glanced in her general direction? 

It makes no sense. 

It isn’t like they haven’t seen each other since high school. Yeah, it’s been a few months since they last caught up, both of them being too busy with work and the like, but...

They were still friends—best friends, even.

She blames it on the second gin and tonic.

Yes, it’s the warm buzz of the alcohol running through her body that’s making her feel like she’s pretty damn close to walking on air. 

And she chases that feeling, returning again and again to the bar—sometimes with Peter, himself—giving up on actually counting her drinks after the first shot of tequila. 

Tequila was clearly not her friend in this case.

It could also have been the fact that she’s freshly single and she’s had to witness Ned and, now fiancèe Betty, making googly eyes at each other one too many times, and it’s entirely possible that she’s just feeling that creeping loneliness she’d tried so hard to stamp down.

She doesn’t know how they get here, maybe it’s somewhere between her second shot and her first screwdriver, but they’re alone in a booth in the corner. For the first time in a while, her liquid courage doesn’t help stave off the pressure of trying to come up with something cool to say, and she feels, once again, like she’s back in high school. 

It’s an incredibly frustrating feeling.

Peter ducks as he sees Ned looking for him, MJ snickering as she watches the whole ordeal. Ned’s drunkenly leading this poor, unassuming casino patron around, glancing around frantically as he wanders from room to room.

Odds are it’s just another person to try and hook Peter up with. 

Ned means well, he truly does, but frankly, Peter’s a little tired of the constant matchmaking. Yes, he’s been the perpetually single friend for a number of years now, but he seemed to be pretty content on his own.

And plus, he and MJ are having a pretty good time by themselves.

He doesn’t need anyone else.

“But, Pete,” MJ starts, words slurring ever-so-slightly, tone laced with sarcasm. “Everyone knows that being single in your thirties is one of the most shameful things in existence. It’s barbaric. You need to settle down, before it’s too late.”

He throws his head back, letting out an exaggerated laugh. “You’re right. My good years are gone.” 

She tsks, shaking her head. “Past your prime.”

“I’ve truly peaked.” He tips his glass to her, before taking a drink.

A smirk tugs at her lips. “What will you do now?”

“Well...” He laughs lightly, casually stirring the glass in his hand. He looks up at her, eyes glazed over, tilting his head as he fixes her with a fond, teasing smile. “We still have that pact.”

Ah, yes. 

The pact. 

The pact that they’d made—as a joke—when they were sixteen. 

It was simple.

If they were both single at thirty, they’d get married. 

That was the deal.

They even shook on it. 

But, official as that simple handshake was at the time for two hormonal teenagers, it wasn’t something that was ever in any universe supposed to be taken seriously.

Maybe it was just a ring, though. Maybe they didn’t get actually, legitimately, legally get married. They couldn’t have been that dumb. 

Or maybe this was some sick hangover hallucination her brain made up as punishment for drinking too much. 

The rest of the night is a blur, brief glimpses of drunken giggles, his hand in hers flashing through her mind. She vaguely remembers going somewhere outside the casino with him, stumbling through the streets as they pull each other along, bright lights dancing above them. 

Balloons everywhere. 

A corny chapel. 

A Tony Stark impersonator. 

Her expression is oddly calm, a contrast to the utter horror she feels in her gut as she stares at the sparkling ring on her finger. 

This isn’t that bad, she thinks. This can all be over in a matter of hours. 

An annulment was easy, right?

Right?

It’s not like they had sex or anything—

Wait, no, fuck, they did. 

Did they…?

Again, the later part of the night is fuzzy.

Another wave of nausea crashes into her before she has a chance to be confused, and in an instant, she’s hunched over the toilet again. 

And it’s while she’s puking her guts out, while she’s praying that the naked guy in her bed stays asleep where he’s supposed to be, does a boxer-clad-Peter step into the bathroom. He looks almost as wrecked as she is, his hair in wild disarray, bags under his eyes giving Gollum a run for his money. 

He hesitates, knocking gently on the doorframe. “MJ—?” At first, he looks as though he’s about to ask her why she’s in his hotel room, but his expression crumples into one of worry when he sees how sick she is. “Are you okay?”

She scoffs and gives him a weak glance over her shoulder, ready to throw a biting, sarcastic remark back at him, when she sees the way the color drains from his face.

He’s frozen in place, eyes wide, and she hesitantly follows his gaze, right onto that big, fake diamond on her finger. 

Fuck.

[pastel-galaxy]

KARD// BMxReader

Genre: Angst, fluff, rlly cheesy and corny stuff :(:(:(

TW: Breakups, Arguing, some harsh language

Summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you after an intense argument, and, not knowing where else to go, you drop by your best friend, Matthew's house.

A/N: This plot is extremely overdone and ik very aware of that but..I just wanted to try it out..sorry :(

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You wrapped your thin jacket tighter around your trembling shoulders as you walk through the damp night. Tears gradually trailed from your swollen eyes, down your wet cheeks as you replay scenes of the ordeal that just went down between your boyfriend..well..ex-boyfriend, not even thirty minutes before.

The whole situation was utterly ridiculous, and you knew that, but something inside you couldn't help but feel guilty and to succumb to the nasty things he told you.

(Flashback)

"Did you think I wouldn't see this shit?! Did you think this would just pass by me and I wouldn't notice you talking to other men behind my back?!

You didn't know what your boyfriend was talking about. You barely had any friends to talk to, let alone other men that you "fucked-around" with behind his back. Before you could even state that you had no idea where the, obviously set-up, text messages where coming from, he began again.

"Whatever. I don't even know why I would be worried about a stupid whore like you anyways. Just get the fuck out of my house. And don't come back." he stated as he walked into the kitchen. Shakily, you opened the door, mind stirring with mixed emotions, and started out into the quiet night.

(Flashback over)

You sniffled as you finally reached the door to one of your only friend's houses, reaching up to wipe away the tears that glistened under the nearby streetlight.

The door opened to reveal a confused Matthew, eyebrows furrowed as he finished putting a shirt on before speaking.

"Y/N? It's almost 11 p.m...why are you here?" The slight grogginess in his voice made guilt swell in your gut, and you casted your gaze to your feet.

"I..um..didn't know where else to go.." your shakey voice trailed off, not wanting to yet explain why you're standing on your best friends doormat so late at night, completely unpresentable with wrinkled pajamas, messy hair and a runny nose.

Matthew remained silent, but stepped aside regardless as you stepped foot inside his house. Quietly taking off your shoes and jacket, you placed them in their rightful places on the floor and coat rack. After disappearing for a while, you standing awkwardly in the same place for five minutes, Matthew shortly came back with two mugs in his hands, leading you towards his living room.

Hastily, you sat down on his couch, gratefully accepting the mug from his hands when he offered one to you, before sitting across from you, one leg folded beneath him. You took a small sip of the liquid, quickly realizing it was hot chocolate and smiling to yourself only slightly, savoring the taste as you swallow it slowly.

"So...you wanna explain to me why you're here so late at night? Not that I mind, but it would be nice to know the reason." He chuckled to himself, taking a sip from his own cup as he awaited your answer.

You sigh as his question. You knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any more exciting to answer. After clearing your throat, you fight to hold back tears while speaking.

"B/F, started an argument. He said I was talking to other guys behind his back and showed me some texts..but..I've never ever texted anyone that he doesn't know...Hell, I dont even have any contacts in my phone other than you two and some close family. I don't know what I did wrong.." your voice cracked at that last part, the tears you had been fighting, falling rapidly down your reddened cheeks.

Matthew was silent for a moment, as were you, the only sounds in the room being your sniffles, occasional whimpers, and the clinking of his ring against the mug he held. You remembered that ring..you had given it to him a few years ago as a birthday present, but you hadn't expected him to wear it everyday since then. Nevertheless, it made you happy that he cherished it so much.

The ongoing silence increased the guilt that stirred in the pit of your stomach, and you turned to set down your mug and stood up. An apology for bothering him began to slip past your lips before you felt Matthew's large hand grab yours, softly tugging you back onto the sofa next to him. The gaze he stared at you with was unreadable, and it took a long second for him to finally open his mouth to speak.

"But wait.." he started. "..Why did you end up here? Couldn't you guys have just slept in different rooms and made up in the morning?" He sounded genuinely confused, and you could tell it wasn't just a "so why are you involving me?" statement.

You sighed sadly again, looking at your hand that was still in his while you spoke, a little more steadily this time.

"Because he...he broke up with me. He called me a stupid whore and kicked me out, told me not to come back. So I ended up here." You smiled sadly, tossing around the words over and over again in your head, contemplating them silently, but immediately regretted certain parts of your explanation when you felt his fingers clench around yours a little and literally heard the clench in his jaw through his next response.

"I see.." a hard exhale was heard through Matthew's nose, but he quickly managed to compose himself, pushing down his anger towards the newfound information, storing it for later when he could...properly..put it to use.

Instead, he used his current grip on your hand to gently pull you closer, resting an arm around your shoulder and somewhat cradling you to his chest. You didn't protest, kind of just falling into his warm embrace.

"Well...I guess this would be the right time to finally tell you.." he starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "..I never really like him anyways." he finishes, which earns a sudden giggle from you.

"I kinda knew that already, Matt." you reply with a snicker. "I could tell in the way you were always tense when he was around. Muttering under your breath when we would be affectionate towards each other in front of you. Rolling your eyes when I would talk about him in front of you. It was quite easy to figure out." you smile up at him, watching as his ears flush an adoring shade of red.

He chuckles. "Haha..yeah...except...." he trails off, looking away from you, eyes darting around the room aimlessly.

"Except...what Matt?" you question, tilting your head in curiosity. It wasn't like him to get so flustered, especially around you since you guys had basically no shame while in each others company. You weren't used to this new side of the famous Big Matthew...though you couldn't say you didn't find it a little adorable.

He takes a deep breath, something flashing in his eyes before he looks at you firmly, catching you off guard.

"Except that's not why I was uncomfortable when you were with him.."

'Then why?'- You wanted to basically shout at him, the anticipation scratching at your mind, but knew it was better to just let him finish.

"I was only uncomfortable because I was...jealous.."

Well if you weren't confused before, you definitely were now. You were about to question him, when he turned his whole body towards you, his piercing eyes meeting yours, ears still burning red and his face still evidently hesitant.

"I like you Y/N..I..honestly don't know how you haven't noticed before but I'm practically head over heels for you. As..cheesy as that sounds." He chuckled sheepishly again, the chic and cool Matthew you've always know seeming to have never even existed, merely having been a hallucination. You knew better than that, of course, but that just made all this seem all the more surreal.

"Of course I understand if you don't feel the same way, I don't really expect you to. Hell, how could I when we've been the best of friends for years, and you're literally getting over a breakup as we speak...Come to think of it, I'm kind of an asshole for this..Shit Y/N im so-" his words were cut off by your lips on his. It seemed like something straight from a corny drama, or a shitty romance book, but you weren't gonna protest. Not when his lips kissed you back so softly, both of his hands moving to grab your waist and pull you into his lap. Neither of you wanted to pull away, both entranced by each others lips that all other thoughts were wiped away with each passing second.

Tingles traveled up and down your body, buzzing in your fingertips as your hands held the sides of Matthew's face, in your hips as his hands rested comfortably on your hips, in your chest as your heart hammered against your ribcage, in your cheeks as they began to burn from the realization of the exact situation. You were kissing your best friend, and you liked it.

After a few more moments of passionate liplocking, you both finally pulled away, soft panting filling the air. Your cheeks burned even warmer as he looked at you, eyes lost, admiring you.

His sudden words cut through the comfy silence of the room, making you jump slightly in surprise.

"You know...you're not a whore....or stupid.." he spoke dumbly, you weren't expecting it.

Your chest rumbled with a laugh, rolling your eyes before looking into his silently for a moment.

Not even six seconds had passed before you slipped a hand behind his neck, pulling him closer.

"Just shut up and kiss me, dummy." You muttered and he chuckled lowly, happily obliging your request, smiles being the only thing that interrupted your next kissing session.

Nothing could bother either of you.

Not even the fact that it was now 12 a.m.

[thealternateuniverse]

Mr. Brownstone (Slash) Part I

It's been a month of craziness here in the island. I love the place, if only I could live here forever.

A lot  changed during our stay here like Katherine got knocked up by Steven, their affair started the night when Axl beaten up Slash and then that's it they are expecting a baby. We don't know what's the real score but Steven seems to care.

The band is on off tour that's why they are staying here and working on some new music too.

"Wes I didn't know you can cook?" I turn off the stove wipe my hands on my apron.

"Too bad, they didn't give me a chance to cook here."

Charlie is here in our place (that I share with Slash) for lunch. Axl and Slash went to L.A yesterday to attend some matters Charlie is feeling alone in their place so she is here.

I can see that they are so happy together especially Axl, he seems in a good place now. We also found out that they had a sex tape, the one Axl and Slash were fighting last month.

I don't know how Charlie handled the scandal but by the looks of it it didn't bother her.

"I just miss him." Charlie pouted. She is talking about  Axl. They were inseperable.

"They will be back tonight for sure."

I assured her. Slash said they won't be long.

"Yeah they better be cause I can't bear everytime I hear Steven and Kath fucking." We both laugh.

Now I know why Slash loves her.

She is bold and never backs down but she is dense and too inlove with the other guy.

I know that rock n roll involves drugs, I just never thought that it already get the best of some. I've seen paraphernalias in the bathroom and I know Slash is doing shots I just hope he won't take it too far. He's always high, I even wonder how does he deal with me or us everyday in that state.

"So how do you deal with Slash? He's the second one I wanted to kill after Axl."

We are in the Patio eating our lunch together.

"We're going along fine. He's funny and....well interesting."

Charlie looks at me unbelievably. "Ohh nice one even though he is a pain in the ass."

That's because he loves you.

Slash was high and drunk one time, he thought I was Charlie and just confessed to me his feeĺings. I was shocked at first cause Axl and Charlie is together now. The next day he didn't remember a thing but everytime he is drunk he keeps mumbling about Charlie. I wish I had a reason to hate Charlie because she is one of the reasons why Slash can't just stop the heroine and coke, but it is Slash's choice to fuck up his life. It just scares me that one day we'll find him dead in this place.

I care about Slash you know.

"He is really nice. If he is not just high always I think he is the most stable in the band." Charlie and I both laugh at my remark.

"I think you two will be a good pair." I almost choke to what she said. If she only knew that the guy loves her.

"Nah. I don't think so. Plus he likes someone already."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Why the hell he didn't tell me this?" Because it's you.

It was around 4 when Charlie went back to their place and I was left here alone again. I went to my room and retrieve one of Slash's bottle of Jack.

The villa is dead silent and it will be boring if I will drink alone so I bother the next door. Izzy's and Aimee.

Aimee is crazy is as everyone, just break in a little to her bubble and you'll see that side of hers.

"Too early for drink eh?" Aimee is the one who opened the door.

"I'm bored." She rolls her eyes.

"Come in."

She led me inside her place, I found Izzy in their living room strumming some chords in his guitar.

"Hey Iz, be a good friend and let's have some drink."

I sat on the single couch across him.

"God I am here in this place cause I want to lay off some booze so spare me."

I rolled my eyes and Izzy continued playing his guitar.

"Bummer."

Aimee went back with a glass and a coke. While Izzy left us and went to Aimee's room.

"Err- that's the first time." I said when he closes the door of Aimee's room.

"I don't understand him sometimes." Aimee shrugs off. I guess it's just Izzy's time of the month.

We shared the bottle of Jack Daniels and we drink our asses off until it is empty. I'll crash here later when I'm too drunk to get to my place.

Aimee keeps cracking corny jokes but I also find it funny.

"Shit this is so unlady like of us." Aimee said while wiping her tears from all the laughing.

"I have something for us."

She drunkenly stood up and pick out something from her bra.

"Ta daaaa."

I think I sobered up when I saw the cocaine and the fancy straw.

"What the fuck? Where did you get that?"

She swayed the object as if it's the most magical thing in the world.

"Well don't tell Izzy. I saw him doing this and you know why not try some."

Aimee hiccuped. She put down the drug on the table.

"God Aimee. Is this even legal?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh we are in some remote island as if the cops will patrol here." Aimee made some line of the coke on the table and started snorting. I put my palm on my face. What are we getting into?

Aimee wipes her nose after and handed me the straw. "Your turn."

I look at the straw and hesistated.

"Fuck you Aimee."

I took the straw from her leaned down and tried snorting this white substance that is about to change my perspective of life.

"Yay!" Aimee jumps from her seat and bounce on the sofa. Damn she is already high.

I wipe my nose and stop myself from sneezing. I almost sneeze. The drug started it's effect. I feel dizzy all of a sudden, hell I could even hear my heart hammering down to my ribcage. It also started to feel hot and I could see fairies. Fucking fairies.

"Wes!! Wes!"

Aimee's words echoed to my ears, Jesus! Even Aimee has wings.

"Aimee you have wings! You have fucking wings!"

God this feel so good. Am I in fairytopia? Everything smells fruity and feels fluffy.

"Shit! We need to fly Wes! We're fucking flying!"

Now I know what Slash feels.

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Izzy's POV

I heard a thud and some breaking outside. The two must be drunk already their laughter said so and I can't fucking concentrate on the technicals I'm doing. Axl wrote a song, me Slash and Duff are already working on the technicals but the two women outside is making it impossible because of their chattering.

Another crashing came from outside and I stop what I'm doing. That's it. They haven't eaten dinner yet the two of them are drunk already.

I unlocked the door and checked them in the living room, my eyes widened when I saw how messy it is but one thing caught my attention.

"Where the fuck did you get that?"

There were excess of cocaine on the table, it's a lot and a straw and already four bottles of Jack Daniels. Where the fuck did it came from? I thought they only drink one?

"Izzy, Izzy so easy!" Wesley sing songed. She look so fucking high and drunk. Her pupils are dilated and made her eyes all green.

"Wes, he had wings too! Fuck! It's the fairy godfather!"

Aimee caught me off  guard when she lounge her self to me causing us to fall on the floor.

"Jesus Aimee!" I held her waist to get her off me but the woman is heavy and stubborn.

"Aims! I'm flying to the sea!"

Wesley jumped from the couch and ran outside in her drunken state. God forbid what if she will get into the sea it's dark already.  Slash will kill me.

I helped Aimee first and made her sat on the couch. "Aimee. Stay here."

She nodded slowly and I ran after Wesley.

-

Axl and Slash just got back from L.A. and the place is awfully quiet. It's over dinner time so Wesley must be with the other girls, Slash thought . But he is wrong because she is running towards the beach and Izzy is after her.

Izzy look like he's chasing after his chicken escaped. Wesley probably didn't saw him and ran past him with Izzy yelling behind. He wanted to laugh because they look childish plus Izzy don't play childish games.

"Damn it Slash! She's high and she wants the beach fucking chase her!"

It didn't take him time to think about what he said and ran after Wesley who is already sprinting to the beach

"Wesley!!!" 

Slash managed to keep up with her and got her before she could step into the water. They both stumble and fall to the sand.

"Jesus I thought she's gonna drown."

Izzy also came running after him.

"A-aww!" Wesley remained lying on the ground but Slash pick her up and carried her bridal style to their place with Izzy following behind.

He place her on her bed and went back to Izzy who is waiting on the living room.

"What happened Iz?"

He is suddenly curious what they did the whole day that end up Izzy chasing her.

"They were drinking then they were snorting."

His eyes widen. He think he heard Izzy wrong. "What the hell?"

Izzy shook his head. "I think Aimee sneaked some from me then they used. I swear Slash it was a lot."

Damn these women gave Izzy a mini heart attack. He don't know if they already tried before but thank the heavens no one is dead and he is slightly pissed because Wesley is high. 

"You should take care of Aimee Iz. I'll handle Wesley."

Izzy's eyes widen. "Shit I forgot the other one! Goddamn these women."

Izzy ran back into their place. Maybe this is the reason why he didn't drink today and miraculously sober. He don't know how Wesley handles him when he is drugged up but he always woke up harmless.

Now he had to deal with her. He went back to her room and found her sitting on the floor.

"Wes, you okay?"

He asks. Wesley look up to him and held her both arms up.

Slash help her stand. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

She ran into the bathroom and vomits on the toilet bowl. Slash followed her.

Wesley is hugging the bowl as if her life depends on it. He helped her by massaging her back and held some of her hair that comes in the way.

"I'm not drinking again." She mumbles before puking again.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Izzy." He clenched his jaw and stop himself from speaking.

Wesley stopped puking and leaned on him passed out.

"Hey pumpkin. We gotta clean you up first before sleeping."

He taps her cheek lightly but Wesley is dead at her feet.

Slash has no idea how to take care of a woman when drunk. It's always women who takes care of him when he is drunk and high.

"Shut up Slash! Go to Bed." Wesley mumbles.

Slash grins. This woman had no idea what she got herself into. Coke always fuck you out.

"Yeah I'll go to bed. But you need to clean yourself first."

Wesley leaned away and stand up. Slash thought she's gonna fall but the woman lie down on the bath tub.

"Fuck. Help me." This is a long night for Slash.

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

채형원, Chae Hyungwon

anonymous asked:

after today's outburst, I need something extremely sweet. I need Hyungwon and sweetness in the same scenario. I had thought of roommates!au where the reader doesn't even know Won because either he sleeps or he's at work, so one evening they find themselves eating together Chinese on the couch by pure chance and they discover that they have many things in common cc The rest is up to you My mars, you always did miracle with that brain of yours. love you - Saturn

Group: Monsta X

Member: Hyungwon

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You’d been living there for about half a year, that apartment complex in the eye of the city. You hadn’t been living there alone, but it certainly felt like it sometimes. 

Everyday, you woke up to the same birds chirping and the same cars shuffling out of the parking lot for work. You woke up to the same cold, empty feeling in the two bedroom, one bathroom apartment; like you shared it with a ghost.

You didn’t dislike living there—it was just odd. When you woke up, he was gone. When you came home, he was asleep. He always left for work early. Too early, in your opinion. You weren’t even completely sure what he did for a living. 

You’d gotten kicked out of your previous apartment for not paying rent on time, so when you read in the newspaper about some guy nearby and close to your age that needed a roommate, you impulsively jumped at the opportunity. 

You knew nothing about Chae Hyungwon. You didn’t even know what he usually ate for breakfast. You lived in the same space, but you were miles upon miles apart.

If there was something important to mention to each other, you’d just write it on the chalkboard in the kitchen. Right now, it read: “Need eggs”, written neatly in bright blue chalk. 

You’d become more familiar with his handwriting than his face or voice. 

You could barely picture him when you closed your eyes. Barely hear his voice. There was something so distant about living a room across from someone, yet knowing nothing about one another.  

It was an unwritten rule that you were in charge of groceries, so you made a mental note to go out after work. You sighed, boiling some water for tea. There was something very comforting about tea in the morning. 

Perhaps it was the warmth that it gave you. The warmth which you were normally lacking. Your mind drifted to your flatmate. 

A part of you was deathly afraid that he was a drug dealer or something. At the very least, tangled up with the wrong crowd. But the other half of you knew that he couldn’t be. 

You’d only met him personally a few times. Once to see if you wanted to room together, a second time to finalize your contract. And after that,  just a few chance meetings here and there when you both got up for midnight snacks, or you happened to see him in the morning before he left. 

Every once in a while, if he was magically still awake when you got home, he’d sometimes call from his room, “Welcome back!” 

With all that in mind, you remembered how soft his hand had been the day you’d shaken on the splitting the rent 50/50. That had stuck with you, and you thought that meant something.  

You looked down at your hand, tingling in reminiscence. If you remembered the warmth of his hand, there had to be warmth in his heart. If only he would reach out...

You sighed to yourself. It wasn’t like you were giving it much effort either. You poured your tea, leaving it out to cool while you got dressed for the day.

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You reached for your keys, struggling to fish them out from your jacket pocket. You had six plastic bags from the grocery store hooked on your arms, so suffice to say, you were having issues. 

Finally, you were victorious in your battle against the annoying, jangling lumps of metal. When you unlocked the door, you tried to set everything down as quietly as possible. Hyungwon was usually asleep by now. 

You put everything away that needed to be refrigerated, but you left everything else for tomorrow. Right now, your brain was exhausted and all you wanted to do was sit down with that good book you’d been reading. 

You scanned the kitchen counters. “Not here,” you mumbled to yourself. Then it clicked. The living room. You walked into the next room, flicking on the lights. Immediately, you screamed, assuming a semi-threatening pose you recalled seeing in a Bruce Lee movie once. 

Sitting on the couch—surrounded by Chinese takeout and currently shoving a dumpling into his mouth—sat Chae Hungwon. He was holding your book open, reading it thoroughly. He didn’t even look at you until he’d finished the page. 

“Hi,” he said simply, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. 

You gaped at him, slipping out of the ninja-esque pose. “You’re here,” you said. 

He nodded slowly. “I should hope so. It’s my house, after all. Well, half my house,” he corrected. “Half yours, too.” 

“You’re awake,” you said, even more disbelieving than before. 

He chuckled, smiling a little awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess I am.” 

Your eyes raked over him. He wasn’t a ghost anymore. He was there, palpable and so, so close. Suddenly, all the memories you’ve had of him previously—no matter how short, even if it was just a glance from the back—they all came rushing back to you, creating the image of the man that stood before you. 

You could feel your jaw threatening to drop again. 

He was actually kind of attractive.  

He was long and lanky, but not in a weak, paper-thin way, more like a lean and well-toned way. His hair looked soft and well-styled and his face was nothing to scoff at. Luscious, dewy lips, big and expressive eyes, annoyingly perfect proportions—why did you not remember him looking like this?

It occurred to you that it was your first proper meeting with each other since signing your lease. 

You suddenly felt horribly under-dressed in your own house. There was something about the vibe he gave off that made you feel small in his presence. You shifted uncomfortably, looking down at your faded jeans and five-year-old sneakers. 

You adjusted yourself, trying not to show weakness. This was your house, too. You couldn’t just be pushed over like that. You cleared your throat. “What are you doing awake so late?” you asked. 

He shrugged. “Felt sick,” he said. 

Your tensed shoulders loosened. “Really?” you asked in a quiet voice. “Well, are you feeling any better now?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. I think I was just hungry.” He shoved down another two dumplings. “I didn’t even really wanna go to work this morning, to be honest.” 

You chuckled a little, feeling yourself relax. Maybe he wasn’t as high-class and uppity as he looked. “Well, you wake up at an ungodly hour,” you said. “I wouldn’t wanna leave either.” 

“Exactly.” he said. He pouted a little. “It’s really not fair.” 

You nodded. “I bet.” Your attention was drawn back to the book in his hand. “Is that mine?” you asked, simple curiosity getting the better of you. 

“It has a unicorn bookmark in it, so I’m guessing it is,” he said.

You flushed a little. You had forgotten that was in there. “That’s a misunderstanding,” you said quickly. “It’s actually my niece’s, but she left it in my purse, so I didn’t see a point in wasting it, so I—”

He held up a hand. “You don’t need to make excuses,” he said. “I share an apartment with you, so I trust you.” 

You raised a brow. “You trust me?” you echoed. “We’ve barely said two words to each other.” 

He grabbed some Beef Lo Mein from off the coffee table. “True,” he said, “but you also haven’t murdered me in my sleep yet, so that gives you some brownie points.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess that is pretty impressive,” you said. “Though, since we haven’t talked much, maybe I just haven’t found a reason to murder you yet.” 

He looked up at with with shocked eyes, completely meme-worthy. You crossed your arms proudly. You could quip right back, and you prided yourself on it. 

He broke into a cute, breathy fit of laughter. “Okay, you’ve won some fried rice,” he said, holding out a takeout box for you. 

You reached out for it. “Thanks,” you said. 

He pulled it out of your reach. “Do you never sit on the couch?” he asked. 

“I... do?” you said, not entirely sure what he was getting at. 

He gestured to the sofa. “Sit down, then,” he said. “It’s your furniture too, you know. It’s not mine just because I’m sitting here.” 

You snatched the rice from him. “Fair enough,” you said. He was staring at you again. You shrugged a little. “You were holding it for too long.” You sat down next to him, slowly and quietly munching on some of the takeout. “This is so awkward,” you laughed after a minute. You scooted down the couch, further from him. 

He chuckled. “Why?” he asked. “We live together.” 

“Yeah,” you said, “but we don’t know each other.” 

He nodded understandingly. “Okay, I get your point.” He set down his bowl of noodles. “Then, let’s get to know each other.” He faced you, leaning his arm against the back of the couch to prop his head up. “What do you do for a living?” 

You didn’t expect the question, but it didn’t deter you either. “I’m a university professor,” you said. 

An impressed expression washed over his face. “Really?” he said, intrigued. “For what?” 

“Astronomy,” you said. He noticed the way your eyes lit up. “I give lectures about the patterns of the stars and the planets and...” you trailed off, a small smile sticking to your lips. “Sorry,” you said. “I’m probably boring you.” 

He shook his head. “Not at all,” he assured you. “I was into it. Please, teach me, professor.” 

You chuckled at the corniness. “Maybe next time,” you said. “I wanna know about you, too.” You leaned against the back of the couch too, mirroring his position. “What do you do, Mr. Chae?” 

He chuckled at the name. “DJ,” he said simply, sucking in a mouthful of noodles. 

You blinked. “Huh,” you said. “Didn’t expect that one. Just by the way you look, I thought you’d be a—” 

He swallowed. “I do modeling, too.” 

You almost choked on the water you’d started drinking. “Dude!” you coughed. “What the heck!” 

He looked at you, tilting his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“Why are you living in this dump?” you asked, completely shocked. “Modeling gigs pay freakin’ well, so I’m sure you can afford better than this.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe I like this dump,” he said. 

“And maybe you don’t,” you answered back.  

He huffed. “I’m staying, okay?” he said firmly. 

You felt yourself shiver a little. He was definitely someone you wouldn’t want to get on the bad-side of. “But why?” you couldn’t help yourself from asking. 

“You live on a teacher’s salary, right?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. What about it?” 

“That’s why,” he said, taking a sip of Cola. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion before it clicked. He didn’t move out, even if he could afford a better place, because he didn’t want you to get kicked out of another apartment. 

It touched you, in some strange way. 

You’d been living with a perfect stranger, but that perfect stranger was looking out for you, without you even realizing it. It was humbling. 

“Thanks for getting groceries, by the way,” Hyungwon said. “I’m never able to thank you ‘cause I’m always either at work or exhausted, but I really am grateful.” He gestured to the rusty old balcony to his left. “And the flowers you put out there are pretty.” 

You smiled a little. “Thanks,” you said. It felt nice to be appreciated. “I like the painting you put up in the hallway the other day.” 

“Oh, you noticed it?” 

You nodded. “Of course I did,” you said. “It really livens the place up.” 

“I agree!” he said, a smiling spreading across his thick lips. “I thought it looked really boring all plain like that.” 

You hummed in agreement. “Exactly! I’m glad you put it up when you did. I was about to go out and buy paint.” 

You and Hyungwon ended up talking together until you fell asleep on the couch, still surrounded by takeout. Neither of you woke up in time for work in the morning, but that didn’t really bother you two very much. 

You’d found a friend in each other, you thought. You were a lot more similar than you’d expected from two perfect strangers. 

You decided... You’d really enjoying living in this dingy apartment from now on.

.

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I love him, and I love you. Take comfort in non-misogynistic Hyungwon. He cares. <3

[artificialqueens]

as the stars align 3/? (branjie) - rujubees

A/N: hollywood enemies to lovers au; 3.4k - also on ao3

After the intervention, Vanessa knew that she would have dial down the intensity of her feud with Brooke in order to stay on good terms with the rest of the production team. Her dislike towards her hadn’t thawed much, but she was desperate to prove otherwise to the rest of her peers and avoid any movements that could be construed as negativity towards Brooke.

Vanessa admittedly had less motivation to engage in catfights and screaming matches with her co-star, but the idea of having to be nice to her was still a pain in her ass. She still found herself competing with Brooke, wanting to get a one-up on her in every possible circumstance. As perfect and composed as Brooke Lynn seemed be at all times, Vanessa knew that she wasn’t unbreakable, as she had already rendered her speechless with a simple one-liner about the kiss that they had coming up on Friday.

So, she decided to challenge her at a game she knew Brooke couldn’t win. She started to replace cruel jibes with exaggerated compliments, substituted icy scowls for the sweetest smiles. Vanessa was known in the industry for her charm and charisma and she knew that she could pull this off.

It started on Tuesday morning, the day after Michelle had scolded them so forcefully, as Vanessa entered the hair and makeup trailer with two Starbucks orders in hand a few minutes before she was required to arrive by. She smiled when she saw that Brooke was already there; despite her first day blunder, she was frequently the more early of the two when it came to arriving for work.

Vanessa strutted over to where Yvie and Shuga were already attending to her, the three of them deep in conversation.

“Hey Brooky Poo!” Vanessa called loudly, Brooke’s eyes going wide at the jarring and no doubt confusing interruption.

“Brooky Poo?” Brooke asked, irked at the nickname. Vanessa ignored her as if she had used it a thousand times before.

“I got you this,” she said with a grin, passing her the cup of coffee. “Just how you like it, I promise.”

Brooke winced as she took a sip, the hot liquid seeming to scald her tongue. Vanessa struggled to hide her annoyance; she hadn’t actually intended to burn Brooke, but it wasn’t her fault that her co-star was such a dumb blonde.

“Oops! Sorry ‘bout that boo,” Vanessa hummed.

“Is it poisoned?” Yvie deadpanned.

“Now why would I do that to my new BFF?” Vanessa asked innocently, maintaining her corny smile the entire time, fully aware that it was probably starting to come off as creepy if it hadn’t been already.

Brooke’s face was a weird mix mash of emotions; confusion, irritation and maybe even a little bit of amusement, Vanessa detected. Feeling accomplished, she went to sit down in her seat, Aquaria and Kameron not yet present, and decided to seize the opportunity to involve herself in the gossip that the other three women had been discussing.

“So, what’s the tea bitch?” Vanessa asked at no-one in particular. Yvie and Shuga exchanged looks with each other, and then with Brooke, as if they didn’t know how to proceed with this new turn of events. Brooke simply shrugged back.

“Well, we were just talking about how Miss Yvie here has a new girlfriend,” Shuga revealed.

“Aw! Good for you, sis! Who is she?” Vanessa asked delightedly. She was genuinely happy for Yvie — even though the makeup artist was firmly in Brooke’s camp, she and Vanessa had always been good-natured towards each other. As far as Vanessa was concerned, whatever game she had going on with Brooke stayed firmly between the two of them.

“It’s Scarlet,” Yvie said, a shy smile on her face, and it only took a few seconds for Vanessa to put two and two together.

“You mean — Scarlet Envy? As in our co-star who plays Brooke’s sister, Scarlet Envy?!”

Yvie nodded her head excitedly. Vanessa couldn’t believe she had been so absorbed in her own dramas that she failed to notice a whole ass relationship forming under her very nose.

“That’s the one, honey. I can’t believe y’all found love on a movie set, it’s so romantic,” Shuga gushed.

“God bless As The Stars Align, bringing unlikely duos together since… well, since whenever you two started fuckin’. First Scarlet and Yvie, now Brooke and I, isn’t that right girl?” Vanessa teased after deciding that too many seconds had passed without her killing Brooke with kindness.

“Don’t tell your boyfriend that,” Brooke retorted with a snort. Vanessa swore that she could see her blushing anyway.

“I never told you about him,” Vanessa pointed out lightly, making an effort to keep all accusations out of her voice. The implication of what she was saying was clear.

“I — I must’ve found out from someone else,” Brooke claimed, avoiding her eyes, redness continuing to rise in her cheeks.

“If you say so,” Vanessa relented, though she fixed her with a look that let her know she didn’t buy it one bit. It wasn’t such an unrealistic story, really, but Brooke’s reactions gave her away like Vanessa knew they would.

Aquaria and Kameron came bustling in a moment later, extra hair and makeup products in tow. After Brooke and Vanessa had had their little talking to yesterday, Vanessa had caught up with the two girls outside, the three of them starting to form a close relationship due to the level of proximity that they were sharing each day. After spending the majority of the meeting looking, frankly, disinterested in Michelle’s attempts to get Brooke and Vanessa to reconcile, Kameron had even indulged Vanessa that, as a bystander, their whole situation was more entertaining than it was aggravating. Vanessa could believe it; set life was definitely not as glamorous as she had anticipated prior to becoming an actor, and her back and forth with Brooke had certainly provided a little exhilaration to her days, or at the very least something to keep her preoccupied in the most mundane of moments.

It wouldn’t be like before, but Vanessa still wanted to give their audience a show. And being like this with Brooke was just too damn easy, Vanessa couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Vanessa chose to spoke up just as their hair and makeup was almost finished, knowing that most conversation topics would be exhausted and her shit stirring would go down a treat.

“So, are you looking forward to our little scene on Friday, B?” Vanessa asked, pouting her lips and batting her eyelids at Brooke.

“Why would I be?” Brooke enquired in such a monotone voice, it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Why wouldn’t you be is the question you should be asking,” Vanessa replied confidently.

“Damn, you’re arrogant,” Brooke spat with an incredulous laugh. Vanessa’s jaw dropped in mock-offence and shock.

“Uh-uh, careful, remember what Michelle said. Play nice, kids. Listen to Nana,” Shuga reprimanded.

“I’m sorry,” Brooke began with the least apologetic voice and most fake smile Vanessa thought she had ever heard and seen. “You’re… confident.”

“Not for no reason, boo. Maybe I’ll stop by your dressing room tomorrow and show you a little preview,” Vanessa suggested with a wink.

“I — Vanessa, what the fuck,” Brooke hissed. Vanessa only gave her a coy look in return.

Brooke eyed up the hair stylists and makeup artists that were still in the room, looking fully engrossed in the scene before them.

“You’re dismissed,” Brooke declared, waving her hand at them, the four of them giving content final looks at their work before happily following Brooke’s order.

“But my mug ain’t done,” Vanessa pouted dramatically, though by the time she started complaining, Aquaria was gone.

“Ugh, you look fine.”

“Oh, I look fine, do I?” Vanessa responded flirtatiously.

“Stop it. You know what I meant,” Brooke looked away.

“Your words, bitch. Damn, what’s wrong with you?” Vanessa questioned. She was surprised to find how frustrating this whole nice-act was becoming for her. It just wasn’t as fun messing with Brooke when it was completely one sided.

“Why are you doing this?” Brooke pleaded. “We don’t like each other. You said it yourself yesterday.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Vanessa said, feeling a little deflated. “We gotta be nice to each other now, remember?”

“So? We can be polite to each other on set, or in public, I can do that. But that doesn’t mean I wanna talk to you anymore than I have to.”

Vanessa recoiled at her harsh words, for once at a loss for what to say herself. Throughout all these weeks of rehearsing and shooting, Brooke had been her main focus. She didn’t even know what staying out of Brooke’s hair would begin to look like.

“I can see they don’t call you the ice queen for nothing,” Vanessa gave a quiet, humourless chuckle. She stared into her lap for a couple of minutes, but when she was greeted with nothing but silence in response, she wished she could take her words back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” Vanessa said, the apology directed at Brooke tasting strange on her tongue.

“It’s okay,” Brooke said, much to Vanessa’s surprise. “How could I be mad? You’re not wrong.” She had a softness in her eyes that Vanessa didn’t think she had seen before.

“Keep talking in that tone, mami, and I might be fooled into thinking you don’t actually hate me.” The nickname had slipped out completely against Vanessa’s will, and she said a silent prayer that Brooke wouldn’t pick up on it, or at least, would brush past it like nothing happened if she did.

“Uh,” Brooke stuttered, smiling gently. She seemed nervous, whether it was at Vanessa’s awkward use of ‘mami’ or something else, Vanessa didn’t know, but for once she wasn’t gonna question it. It was nice, getting to see this side of Brooke.

“I’m sorry too, I guess,” Brooke continued, in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Vanessa reassured her, wanting to get out of this goddamn trailer before she could make an idiot of herself any further. She thought if she said anything else, she was bound to ruin the tentative understanding that seemed to be bubbling between them.

“Oh. Okay.”

“See you on set, Blondie,” Vanessa said, hurrying out the door and wondering how it was possible to feel so differently about someone after such a short amount of time.

—

After Michelle and co’s intervention on Monday, Brooke had done some thinking. A lot of thinking. More specifically, she had thought about her dynamic with Vanessa.

Some people called Brooke an ice queen, some people called her a diva, some called her both, and some people called her other things entirely, some of which were a lot nicer to hear than others. But if there was one thing everyone agreed on, it was that Brooke Lynn Hytes was damn good at her job. She worked hard, and she always gave it her all when it came to acting.

Those closest to Brooke also knew that sure, she had experienced some of the highest highs possible when it came to her career — but she had also endured the lowest lows that the industry had to offer. Brooke had had friendships with female co-stars and peers break down due to the press comparing them so viciously. She’d been disrespected, degraded and patronised by male authorities, even accepted their treatment in order to make it as far as she could. She still continued to have days where she doubted whether getting to do what she loved was worth the constant public scrutiny and criticism.

Brooke was an over-thinker, and the more she thought about how she and Vanessa had been acting towards each other, the worse she felt. The possibility that she might be compromising her performance for the best role she’d had in years made her mad. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of tireless contributors on production other than herself and Vanessa, and the fact that she had made their jobs more difficult with her behaviour made her feel sick. And then there was Vanessa. As she reflected on their relationship, she realised that although she found the other woman intolerable, their feud was pretty unsubstantiated. If anything, when she looked at the facts, it seemed like Brooke had started it purposefully — first by being unreceptive to Vanessa at their first meeting, and then by refusing to justify her lateness on the first day of set. Almost as if she wanted her co-star to hate her.

She knew she wasn’t entirely to blame for the escalation of her dispute with Vanessa. But she was five years older than her, and her amount of Hollywood experience was most likely double that. She should’ve known better; she knew it was petty and childish to make an enemy of someone who would need friends and allies if she wanted longevity in this industry, even if she didn’t know that herself yet.

However, Vanessa was intolerable none the less. She was opinionated and explosive and the loudest person Brooke had ever met. She never kept her thoughts to herself and, ironically, couldn’t seem to hide how she was feeling, despite being an actress. Brooke was so sure that she’d never manage to pretend to feel any other way about Brooke than what she was actually feeling, which seemed to vary from vague dislike to unadulterated loathing depending on her mood. She was a loose cannon.

But Vanessa was also unpredictable, Brooke had learnt. She’d envisioned many arguments that could ensue following the intervention. In her mind, if Vanessa was feeling mellow that day, the insults she would send Brooke’s way would be replaced by a sullen demeanour and thinly-veiled distaste. Each and every one of these scenarios ended in Brooke refusing to give into her worst impulses and being the bigger person, something that she was so sure she would need to do.

So, when Vanessa came in on Tuesday morning, all smiles and Starbucks drinks, Brooke thought that maybe she had her wrong all along.

Vanessa being nice to her was a complete facade, that was the entire point — Brooke knew this. Or at least, that was how it began. She appeared to enjoy watching Brooke stutter and blush. But after they had both gotten over the shock of interacting in a way that wasn’t fighting, Vanessa seemed disappointed that Brooke wasn’t humouring her, wasn’t bantering back like she usually would before.

And then she’d looked like a kicked puppy when Brooke told her she didn’t want to talk to her — sadness was an emotion she’d never seen on Vanessa, and she instantly regretted being the one to make her feel that way. She’d called her an ice queen, and apologised right after. And then called her mami, something which stirred something up in Brooke that she didn’t wanna think about. She had probably done too much thinking about Vanessa already.

—

Brooke was sat at her trailer dressing table in the middle of her Thursday lunch break when she heard a knock at the door.

“It’s unlocked,” Brooke called out.

She guessed it would be Yvie, here to check her makeup before the afternoon shoots, or maybe an assistant to call her to set early. She didn’t expect it to be Vanessa with another goddamn coffee cup, but she was starting to realise that maybe she should stop having any expectations whatsoever when it came to Vanessa.

“What are you doing here?” Brooke asked, trying to keep her tone genuine with no hint of bite to it.

“I’m a woman of my word,” Vanessa shrugged.

“You don’t have to keep getting these for me, you know,” Brooke said, eyeing her suspiciously, still none the wiser to the reason for Vanessa’s visit but accepting the coffee anyway.

“Look, don’t freak out— ”

“I’m pretty sure that prefacing your sentence with ‘don’t freak out’ only ever results in that person freaking the fuck out,” Brooke cut her off, anxiety beginning to creep in.

“Bitch, calm down, if it were that serious, they wouldn’t have picked me to try and soften the blow,” Vanessa reassured her. Brooke gave a half smile in agreement.

“Okay, then what?”

“Well, as you know, we have a pretty big scene coming up tomorrow…” Vanessa let out slowly.

“A few people may have mentioned it,” Brooke said, her heart beginning to race as she began to get a clue about where Vanessa was going with this.

“I’m just gonna say it… I think we should practice,” Vanessa declared. Her voice had dropped an octave and she was inching closer towards Brooke in a way that was very much not like the mechanical and stiff rehearsals that Brooke was used to when it came to more intimate scenes.

“Practice what?” Brooke began, feigning obliviousness, “the lines?” She reached desperately across her table for the script before shoving them into Vanessa’s hands, which were now no longer out of reach.

“Not the lines,” Vanessa rejected, “the kiss, you can say it, Brooke, don’t be shy.”

“I don’t know if that will be necessary.” Brooke sounded so unconvincing she didn’t even believe herself, and her eyes betrayed her as they dropped down to Vanessa’s plump lips that looked softer than any lips had the right to be.

“I mean…” Vanessa drawled, climbing up onto Brooke’s lap, and Brooke hated how much she didn’t hate it, told herself that the things Vanessa was making her body feel were just a normal reaction to stimulus, it didn’t mean anything.

“Our chemistry’s been kinda chaotic and… unconventional lately,” Vanessa continued, bringing her lips to Brooke’s ears, tugging on the black silk robe that Brooke was inconveniently wearing. “It’s gonna piss you off real bad when you realise that kissin’ me is so much better than hatin’ me, mami, so better get it all out here than in front of those nosey asses.”

Brooke didn’t think Vanessa would actually go through with it; she was no doubt just fucking with her again and expecting her to pussy out at the last second, but Brooke didn’t even care. Whatever stupid game Vanessa was playing was working, Brooke was only human after all, and Vanessa was hot as hell. She was about to say fuck it, call her bluff, maybe pin her against her trailer wall when —

A series of loud knocks made them both stop dead in their tracks; Brooke appreciated the time to pull herself together, expecting Vanessa to backtrack as soon as her actions caught up with her brain, but instead she merely pulled back and gave her a look that said this isn’t over.

“Yeah, this is a really bad idea,” Brooke concluded, knocking Vanessa off of her as she got up to get her door.  

Yvie and Scarlet came bounding in, hand in hand, and Brooke had never been one for relationships but even she had to admit that the whole film set love story thing they had going on was pretty cute.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Scarlet queried with a grin, Yvie raising her eyebrows as she pushed her face into Scarlet’s neck.

Brooke was about to give some half-assed explanation, but Vanessa got there first.

“Nothing,” she said, her eyes glued to the floor. She seemed bothered, so different from her normal sassy self, but Brooke had no clue what she had done to change her mood from a moment ago so drastically.

“I’m gonna go,” Vanessa started to leave.

“No! Stay! I wanna know what it’s like to hang out with three movie stars at once,” Yvie protested.

“I, uh — Kameron needs to fix my hair,” Vanessa insisted, though Brooke was pretty sure it was a lie because to her, Vanessa’s chocolate curls looked as annoyingly flawless as they always did.

“Vanessa— ” Brooke called as the other woman reached for the door, then turned back around at the sound of her name. Brooke’s brain tried to formulate a way to check in on her without sounding like she cared too much, because caring was definitely not something she was supposed to feel towards Vanessa.

“I’ll see you on set,” Brooke said.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Kissing Strangers

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-13/T (for mentions of drugs and minor violence)

Original Idea: This Prompt List

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Shout out to @jason-redhood for encouraging me through this when I was kinda stuck and looking for something new to write! You’re awesome my friend! Enjoy some angst, y’all! @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes @haylo4ever

^^^^^

Jason dated around a lot. I didn’t exactly blame him. He was handsome and eye-catching and generally a pretty decent guy. But it was kind of infuriating, trying to keep track of him. One night we’d be scoping out a bar for mob bosses while he made out with a waitress in a corner and the next day he’d be flirting with the girl working at the café where we stopped for lunch.

Being an Outlaw was dangerous work, but that wasn’t why I was always so irritated.

I was basically carrying the weight of the team on my shoulders. Jason was supposed to be the leader but I was the one doing all the work.

Jason couldn’t be bothered because he was too busy finding some lovely lady to kiss in a corner. Ugh.

I’d hoped tonight would be different.

Apparently not.

I rolled my eyes and wove through the club in my evening gown, glittering mask snugly nestled on my face. Jason was, of course, distracted by some socialite he was flirting with. Artemis and Bizarro were sitting out the gala. Bizarro attracted too much attention and Artemis didn’t want to wear an evening gown. So the mission boiled down to just me and just Jason. Hunting for the target.

But now it was just me, prowling through these upper-class richies looking for our target on my own.

“What’s a young lady like you doing alone at an event like this?” a voice asked from behind me. I whirled.

Just. My. Luck. Internally I fist-pumped. The businessman who moonlighted as a drug trafficker. Our target. He was standing right there. He was in his sixties—so a good forty years too old for me—and smiling at me warmly.

“My date disappeared,” I said with a saccharine smile.

“Would you care for a dance?” the target asked, offering me his hand.

I took it. “I’d love to. What a gentleman,” I said.

He led me to the dancefloor. His hand was a little too low on my waist for my comfort, but I would put it aside until I could persuade him out of the hotel ballroom and into a side room to knock him out and take him away to have a… conversation. “I don’t see why your date would leave a lady like you behind.”

I shrugged. “He and I have a complicated relationship,” I said.

“Shame.”

I fell into silence, letting the target talk about business how lucrative his practices were for a few minutes.

I nodded in all the right places, pretending to listen.

“Get your hands off her!”

Wham!

The target dropped. There were gasps from the other attendees as the target let me go. “Keep your hands off my date!” Jason snapped. The target held his jaw where he’d been struck. He looked almost amused.

“So this is the mysterious date,” he said.

Jason narrowed his eyes. “D*&% straight,” he spat.

“Hey. How about we take this outside,” I said, putting one hand on Jason’s chest. This wasn’t part of the plan.

“It’s alright, young lady, we can handle this like grown men,” the target said. Jason pushed me behind him, making me stumble in my heels. I caught myself by grabbing Jason’s shoulder.

“Jay,” I hissed in protest.

“No, I think she’s right, old man, let’s handle this outside,” Jason snarled.

“Red, don’t cause a scene,” I whispered, squeezing his shoulder.

“Alright, son. Let’s talk outside so we don’t disturb these nice people,” the target said. I made a face of abort, abort, ABORT. Whenever someone called Jason “son,” he got testy. He ignored me grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door. The target followed my pulling Jason out the door to the outside corridor. The three of us got out of the ballroom and went to a nearby conference room. Galas in hotels that held conferences and conventions were great.

“Red, you’re out of control,” I said. “You can’t just punch businesspeople in the face at a gala for dancing with me.”

“Princess, you are my date,” Jason growled.

I sighed and pulled the skirt of my dress to the side to extract the syringe tucked into the garter around my leg. I plunged it into the target’s neck and depressed the plunger. The target cried out and flailed his arms before dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Once he was unconscious, I whirled on Jason. “What gives, Red?” I snapped. “You punched him in the face! That wasn’t part of the plan! We had one of those—remember?”

“Shut up, Starbeam,” Jason muttered, leaning down and moving to haul our target onto his shoulders. But I grabbed his shoulder and forced him upright.

“No! You’re going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” I ordered. “You can’t spend all these missions ignoring me and then suddenly get protective.”

“I don’t ignore you!”

“Oh yes you do! You find yourself in some corner with whichever girl is the most eager to make out with you on every single mission and leave me to do the bulk of the work! You’re the leader of the Outlaws—so lead. Don’t leave it to me. I'm not a leader.”

“Can we talk about this at the safe house?”

“No because then Little Bro and Big Sis will be listening. We’re talking about this in private, now.”

Jason sighed and propped the target up on a chair so he looked like he was just dozing in a chair while Jason and I… talked.

Yeah.

Talked.

“Stars…”

“Look, Jason, I don’t begrudge you dating around. You’re a handsome guy and we stay places just long enough that romantic flings happen. But when you forsake the mission in favor of a random girl in every town we pass through while I actually get crap done, I start to get irritated. Heck I could even say discouraged because I can’t do all this all on my own and with how much Biz and Artemis don’t want to be seen in public, I'm gettin’ stressed and really tired of doing all the work like we’re doing some high school group project!”

Jason clenched his jaw. “What I do is none of your business,” he ground out.

“It is when we’re on-mission and you’re unfocused. Need I remind you that this is a team. We’re the Outlaws—not some band called Jason and the Thrilling Three. I'm not going to stand by and allow your distractions to put Artemis or Bizarro in danger.”

“Two nearly-invulnerable superhumans,” Jason said.

“There is still plenty enough stuff on this planet that can hurt them and I'm not going to let you macking on some girl be the reason why one of them gets injured.”

“You’re not worried about yourself?”

I scoffed. “I don’t have time right now. I'm too busy doing all the work. And yes, I am a powerful telekinetic, but that does not mean I am capable of all the heavy lifting, ya hear?”

“Alright, fine! I’ll stop!” Jason exclaimed.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

Jason yanked his beautiful black satin masquerade mask off to stare right into my eyes. His were cold, steel blue and full of some emotion I couldn’t label. “I'm serious about this,” he said.

“And why would you even expect I could believe you?” I retorted, exasperated, as I untied my mask from the back of my head.

“Because I can’t keep kissing strangers pretending that they’re you!”

I dropped my mask to the ground.

“Wh… wha—?”

Before I could even complete my one-word question, Jason’s lips were crashing against mine, his hands cupping my shoulders, bare because of the dress I wore. I could feel his calluses and his body heat escaping into my skin.

Almost immediately my muscles turned to putty, body giving way to whatever whims he could come up with, molding me under his fingers. Our lips fit together perfectly—like puzzle pieces destined for each to find their place with the other.

Then I shoved him off, getting my senses back. “Nuh-uh, Hood! You don’t just get to say something corny like that, kiss me, and expect everything to be smoothed over!”

Both of us were panting and heat was spreading over my neck, ears, and face.

I was blushing.

I got angry at how flushed I was. How flustered. How easily I’d completely given way to him. His words and actions caught me off-guard and I hated myself for the longing in my chest now that I pushed him away. My heart, its beat pounding in my ears, reached for him with the grabbing hands of a small child desperate to snatch a beloved teddy bear.

“I'm not… I'm not going to just be the newest notch on your belt,” I said breathlessly.

I ignored the aching pull yanking me toward him, scooped up my mask, and ran out of the conference room. My high heels weren’t too terribly tall and I’d gotten used to moving fast in them when I needed to.

Once I escaped the hotel, I wrapped myself up in telekinetic power and launched myself directly into the air.

I flew over the city and landed at the safe house. Once I was inside, I ran to the room Artemis and I were sharing. “Hey Biz, hi Artemis. I'm gonna be out in the woods for a while. Jason should be back soon,” I called as I pulled on my normal clothes after abandoning the formal outfit.

“Blue-Her am… sad?” Bizarro asked.

“No, no. Blue-Her is fine,” I replied, tying my hair back and running to the backdoor. “I won’t be gone long. Promise. ‘Kay bye!” I slammed the backdoor shut and launched myself into the woods beyond the safe house.

I landed hard in a clearing and just sat on the ground in my normal clothes, not even caring that it was getting cold out.

Curling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, I shook my head. “It wasn’t envy. It wasn’t,” I muttered.

Jason’s words echoed in my head. Because I can’t keep kissing strangers pretending that they’re you!

Jason was many things. A liar wasn’t one of them. He only lied to marks and targets and civilians who didn’t need to know about the life we led. He didn’t lie to us—to his team. He wasn’t lying to me when he said that.

I knew he meant it based on his tone and eye contact and the fact that he wouldn’t lie to me.

But knowing he was telling the truth didn’t really help me any. It just gave me one more piece of information. Not a path to take. I didn’t know what to do about him or what just happened in that conference room. I didn’t want to admit to myself that sitting on the cold forest floor I could feel myself pining for that kiss. The sensation was there—the desire and desperate longing—but if I didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist, right?

“This is ridiculous. I'm not in love with you, Jason,” I muttered into the empty night. “I wasn’t angry because I was envious of those women you kissed. I don’t need… I don’t need you or your—” His what? His love? As if. Jason wasn’t really in love with—

I can’t keep kissing strangers pretending they’re you.

Pretending all those women were me…

“Biz said I’d find you out here,” a familiar voice remarked casually.

“Go away, Todd,” I snapped, putting up a telekinetic shield between him and me so he couldn’t come closer. He was never catching me with my guard down ever again.

He sighed and sat cross-legged on the ground at the edge of my shield. “I just came to say I'm sorry and you were right. That wasn’t fair of me. I shouldn’t have done that. Or said what I did. I meant every word but I shouldn’t have told you. I just…” He shook his head. “My explanations sound like excuses so I won’t bother.”

I eyed him carefully and let the telekinetic shield dissipate but didn’t let my guard down. “Thanks,” I said. “But… you should have told me. A lot sooner. It would have saved us both a lot of irritation.”

He sighed. “You… are probably right,” he muttered.

I couldn’t help but snicker to myself and bounce my eyebrows. “Thanks,” I said.

“Starry, I'm not going to ask you to feel obligated to return my feelings. It’s just—”

“Shuuut—uuup,” I complained, reaching for him and setting my hands on his shoulder. “I am pining for what we shared in that conference room and I promised that I wasn’t going to let you catch my with my guard down ever again but d*&% it, Jason, I can’t keep those walls up when all I want is you.”

He gasped quietly, surprised. “R… really?”

“Jason Todd, just kiss me and get it over with. No more pretending with strangers.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

We leaned closer to one another and crashed together with the reckless abandon of youthful eagerness. His lips fit perfectly against mine, just as before, and I could taste him. A tropical lip balm and the metallic aftertaste of blood.

Our trafficker could wait. For now, the whole universe melted away until it was just him and me.

“Jay,” I whispered, not even pulling away from the kiss.

“Mm?”

“Promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“No more kissing strangers.”

“As long as I have you—never.”

[miseryff]

19. Sit Down

Paris

My weekend spent in Houston,TX was nothing short of litty! Besides the no having sex due to my period, I spent a wonderful three days with Derrick. Now I was back in Long Island and I can not say that I missed the towns that much. It was minutes to noon on Sunday and the only thing on my mind was getting some sleep because I had to go back to work tomorrow. 

Damn, this adulting shit had no pause button.

“Where’s your lil boyfriend at, London Paris?” I rolled my eyes at my dad, and only sipped on my bottled water as we awaited Derrick’s arrival. My dad orchestrated the whole gathering with my mother. The plan was to have Derrick and I have a Sunday brunch so that they could get more acquainted with him. I honestly do not know why they want to be familiar with Derrick so badly. I mean its not like he would be coming around them that often anyways. I was still in the hot seat for flying to Houston against my parent’s wishes though, so I had to play nice and agree to this sit down.

“Chris, leave her alone.” That was my mom coming to my rescue, for once. I side eyed her just as the door bell rang. She must have got some dick last night because she’s been extra kind to me since I pulled up to the crib earlier this morning.  I motioned to get the door but my big ass, dinosaur ass pops was already sprinting down the hall. I fake chuckled before looking over at my mom. She was already staring at me, being all weird. “Ma, you gucci?”

“What do you mean, baby?”

“I mean you being fake nice for some reason. Dad dropped some dick off last--”

“Paris, stop. I am not one of your lil ho friends. Don’t talk to me like that.” I could not hold in my laughter as I looked into her guilty eyes. She was trying so hard to keep her face neutral but shawty was blushing OD. “Ewww, yall need to get back together already--”

“The man of the hour is here!” My sentence was cut short by my father’s extra boisterous voice. I looked over into the doorway and there stood Derrick, looking even more sexy than he did a couple hours ago when he dropped me off at home. He went to his aunt’s house to fake nap and freshen up, since he had about two hours before he needed to be back at my house. This man looked like an advertisement for raw sex and I wanted him. Damn, I wonder I could suck him--

“Paris, hello? You not gonn introduce ya man to my fine ass baby moms? Fine, I’ll do it myself. Lil rude ass.” I blinked a few times before leveling my eyes from the front of Derrick’s grey dress pants, and meeting my father’s eyes. I heard Derrick chuckle as he and my father walked more into the kitchen. “Clean ya mind, ma” Derrick mumbled as he brushed past me lightly.

I could hear Derrick and my mom getting acquainted, so I used this time to pull my dad to the side to set some shit straight. “Yo...”

“Who you yo-ing, lil girl? Run that shit back.” I made the stank face as I watched him undo the wrapper from a yellow Starburst. But I’m the lil girl? “What, Paris? Speak up.”

“Can you not embarrass me today in front of my nigga? You do that a lot and I’m not with it the shits. I don’t even wanna be here for this bullshit mixer brunch, so--”

“When do I ever embarrass you, Paris? You do that job perfectly well  by yourself’ like when you lied about entering a rehab program for the weekend, only to have ya smart ass daddy pop up on ya baecation.” He showed me the yellow Starburst in his mouth before pulling me into a hug when I turned to walk away. “Dadddd...”

“Hush up and hug me back. I ain’t gonn embarrass you, aight?. I can tell you like this kid and he aight so far, so ima be on my best behavior.” Those words placed a tiny smile on my lips so I wrapped him back tightly, snickering when he started whining. “Old ass nigga! I heard a couple bones crack.”

“Fuck outta here, bum!” He pushed me away from him a little too roughly and I caught my balance before punching him in the chest. “Yeaa, talk yo shit now gramps.” I went to punch his bird chest again but my mom saved his slow, tired ass.

“Can yall beasts stop playing in my kitchen? Lets sit and eat before the food gets cold. Waiting on Derrick’s turtle ass all morning and shit.” The loudest laugh left my lips and I walked over to Derrick who was wearing the ‘I ate ass’ face. “Ma, don’t shade my baby. Do you see how he looks? His fine ass had--”

“Yuck.” That was my hating ass pops. “Cmon man, lemme save you from this thirst bucket I call a daughter.” He rudely pushed me out the way and dropped his arm over Derrick’s shoulder as they walked out the kitchen. My jaw hit the floor  once I heard the two roar in laughter. It was then my mom’s laughing that forced me to tear my eyes from the two. “Ya dad has a  man crush Mondaaayy” she sang as she walked around my frozen body. 

“His gay ass!”

XX

Brunch went... well?

We actually ate and there was no shit that popped off. My dad was on his best behavior, as promised, minus the corny attempts to make Derrick laugh. I never thought I would agree with my mom’s opinion ever but she was right, Dad had a MCM... and it was my nigga.

“I fake wish Cae and Carter was here. I gave them money for the mall because I thought it would be a shit show.” I joked as I watched my mom gather up the plates from the table. I would get up and help her but that’s what my lazy ass pops was for. “Really? I was wondering why they was dressed and speeding out the door. They bout to spend off ya money in that mall.” My mom chucked lightly as she continued to stack the plates.

“Dad, go help mom bring the dishes to the kitchen and leave my nigga alone. He can not and will not hook you up on the Js dropping next week. Fuck outta here.”

“Paris, shut ya ass up. Now like I was saying--”

“Chris, I need help for real. Fuck dem shoes.” Derrick and I shared a laugh as we watched my mom staredown my pops. “Really, Alana? You think that glaring shit still work on me?”

No more words came from my moms mouth. The room would have been silent but Derrick and I were being goofy as shit and laughing like a bunch of school girls. Maybe another minute of my mom staring down my pops passed, before we heard his chair scrape against the wooden floors. “Simp ass nigga” I coughed loudly. “Damn, some shit was stuck in my throat.”

Can yall believe my grown ass pops sent me the middle finger? “And one for you too, Derrick. To think I had an ally in this bitch. That’s when they smile in my face...” He sand off key as he followed my mom out of the dining room. More laughter filled the living room and I had to wipe underneath my eye with my tank top because my dad was really a dickhead. Wow.

“Ya pops funny as shit.” Derrick chuckled some more, and then made a face when I pulled him out his seat by his arm. “Where we--”

“Shut up, and hurry up.” I whispered as I ushered him out of the dining room and down the hallway. I could hear my parents conversing in the kitchen and loud laughter as I started up the staircase. “Where we going, Paris?”

“To my room, Derrick. Now shut up.” The slap that was sent to my ass did nothing but make me more wet than I already was. Do yall know how hard it was to sit across from this sexy ass nigga and not be able to feel his dick down my throat? Shiiiidddd.

Once we entered my bedroom I turned the lock and pushed him up against the door. “I’m bout to suck fire out ya dick, just in case you was about to ask me what I’m doing.” I winked at him before dropping to my knees and working on his dress pants. His dick print was pressed up against his pants and I knew his dick wanted nothing more than to find refuge in my mouth.

He said nothing, only took a grip of my jet black hair and guided my head to his already hard dick. Opening my mouth slowly, I deep throat his shit in one try, and felt a feeling of accomplishment once I heard his low grunts. 

Oh yea, he’s mine.

Derrick

Paris is crazy.

I don’t remember the last time I did this high school shit; where a shawty snuck me up to her bedroom to get the work. Then again, she just left high school last year so it made sense. My bottom lip sunk into my mouth as I watched her get busy on my dick. I can’t lie, Paris gave the best head I have ever had in my life. Its like she was a pro at this shit and she was tryna suck the brown off my dick. I loved it.

“You like how my dick taste?” I spoke lowly as I tightened my grip on her straight black hair. Paris as a blondie was fire, no debate, But Paris with the jet black hair? Lets just say my dick was never on soft around her. She got it. “I love how your shit tastes. This my shit.” That was another thing I loved about Paris. The raw, NYC lingo. She spoke like a crip nigga but looked like a Hampton socialite. That was a fire ass mix.

Before I knew it both of my hands were are the back on her head and I was face fucking the shit out of her. And best believe mama kept up. No hands, on some Waka Flocka shit. “Yea, this yo shit.” Pulling her back by her hair, I watched as my dick slid out her mouth. “Open up,” a smile touched my lips as I watched her follow my every direction. It did something to me watching her welcome my spit into her mouth. After she licked her lips, she took my dick back into her mouth and finished me off. Pulling her up to stand, I pressed my lips to hers before switching places.

She was now laying with her chest against the door and I quickly pulled her black leggings down her legs. “Im still on my period, babe.”

“I know...” I mumbled as I searched for the condom in my wallet, As soon as I was wrapped up, I hiked her leg up and slid into her wetness with ease. “Fuckk,” we cursed at the same time. 

“You better fuck the shit out of me. And make me cum.”

Oh yea, she mine.

[lavenderblossom74]

*Quick note: This is set after Season 3 Episode 2 "Weredad"

CHAPTER 1

It was actually kind of weird when you thought about it. Because somehow Marinette confessing her love for him and then him rejecting it and then both of them agreeing to just be friends had somehow brought them closer together.

Adrien was just so comfortable being around her as Chat Noir. Whether he hung out with her as she drew sketches, or she used him as a model, or she fed him freshly baked sweets, or they played video games, or he tried out new puns and she pretended to not like them… it was just an atmosphere of peace.

And inevitably, he'd also found out there was a guy she liked. She'd let it slip on accident and he'd endlessly grilled her on it while at the same time trying to think of who it could be and wondering if Adrien knew him.

It could've been someone from another class. Or someone who didn't even go to their school.

But he grilled her anyway, teasing her with "Wow, Princess, am I that easy to get over?"

She'd stuck her tongue out at him, "First of all, I liked you for all of like less than a week and it was more like a 'Oh Chat Noir, he's a cool and nice dude – and you'd better not let that inflate your big head even more. Plus it was more like a superhero crush."

"And a cat in shining armor crush too?

"Sure, Chat, that too."

He'd nudged her shoulder with his own, "And do you plan on letting him know in the same fashion you let me know?"

She'd laughed incredulously at that, "Right, as if that would ever happen. I wish I had that type of courage." Then her voice took a more serious tone, "If he were to reject me, I don't know if I'd be able to stay friends with him and I just…"

This had caused Chat Noir to furrow his eyebrows as he thought about this, "So your love for him is not just a crush but more like my love for Ladybug?"

Hugging herself, Marinette had softly whispered, "Yeah"

He'd never in a million years thought that her love had applied to him…

Thunder rumbled in the distance and rain began to fall in heavy sheets. Chat Noir wrinkled his nose in distaste at the sky – as if today hadn't been bad enough already.

He'd been laughing with Marinette at school as they'd remembered Nino saying some corny line to Alya. Then Lila had approached them, a smug smirk resting firmly on her face. Both his and Marinette's laughs had quickly dried up after that.

"Oh hey, you two! Watching you from afar one would think you were a cute couple. Of course when you get closer, that's proven untrue. Sad, isn't it Marinette?"

At this, Marinette stiffened and Adrien found himself frowning. "Leave her alone, Lila."

"Oh no, this is something you have to hear, Adrien. You see, it's something Marinette has been hiding from you for quite some time now."

Marinette abruptly stood, her bangs falling into her face and obscuring her eyes. "Stop it, Lila."

"Stop what?" Lila answered with false innocence. "Afraid I'll tell Adrien you love him?"

The floor beneath Adrien's feet seemed to fall away as his brain struggled to process Lila's words.

"Oops, I guess I just spilled your little secret."

Adrien felt like he was underwater and everything was muffled. Marinette… Marinette loved him? He was the guy she'd talked to Chat Noir about?

He pulled away from his swirling thoughts and forced himself back into reality. He watched Marinette's whole body tremble as she whispered, "Why? Why would you-"

Lila shrugged casually, "Why not? It was time you found out your petty love is unrequited."

Adrien set his jaw, "Lila, that's enough."

"Is it? Tell me I'm wrong then. Tell me you like her back. Tell me, Adrien."

And he wanted to, just to wipe that stupid smirk on her face and strike back after all the pain she'd clearly caused Marinette. But he couldn't. His heart wouldn't let him because it would be a lie and Adrien didn't lie. He wouldn't renounce his Lady nor would he hurt Marinette further.

His silence caused Marinette to freeze for a few precarious seconds before she bolted away.

Adrien chased after her, unsure of what he would say but knowing he had to try something!

But Marinette was fast and Adrien eventually lost sight of her. Instead he began making his way towards the bakery but Nino intercepted him on the way there. Apparently Marinette was now with Alya and she had specifically asked not to see Adrien.

And so hurt and confused, he'd transformed into Chat Noir and stalked across the rooftops, desperately hoping that Marinette wouldn't be akumatized. Not sweet, heart-on-her-sleeve Marinette. A couple hours had gone by and nothing had occurred but still Chat Noir refused to leave.

Which brought him to where he was now. Soaking wet and shivering yet still staring at Marinette's balcony with a heavy heart.

And suddenly he was on her balcony, not even aware that his feet had begun to move. Then the trapdoor opened and there was Marinette, her eyes puffy and her face sickly pale but regardless still dragging Chat Noir into her room.

Giving him a towel and a good scolding of "Kitty, you'll get sick! Aren't cats supposed to hate rain, anyway?"

Bringing him some hot chocolate and a fresh batch of cookies because "I'm not sure it's a good idea to give you so much sugar but you look pitifully sad all wet so here you go."

Sitting down beside him in silence for a few minutes before he finally had the courage to ask, "Princess, what's wrong?"

Because of course, he had to pretend to be clueless, pretend he didn't know he was the reason her heart was hurting.

"I-I… the guy I liked found out I liked him. And well, he doesn't like me back." Her voice broke, "Which is stupid because I kind of already knew that but- but now it feels real and- and-"

Chat Noir had to work around the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry, Princess."

Her lips curled into a watery smile, "It's okay, I guess. I actually kind of feel bad because he probably feels horrible right now. And it isn't his fault – we don't choose who we like, we just do. But at the time I was hurting and I asked not to see him and knowing him he probably feels guilty but it isn't his fault! Our hearts love who they will and sometimes they love people who don't love us back and I can't change that. But it still hurts."

At this, she leaned her head onto his chest and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her and held her because that was all he could do.

How did he fix this?

AN: This is my first Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction and I am super excited! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are very much appreciated :D

~LB