#I’d have to go home(and probably call my cab friend if he’s working and owe him 20$ I wouldn’t trust myself alone with benedryl in me)

[bitchapalooza]

The 18th should come quicker so I can be less scared to have orange stuff because idk if the popsicle brand popsicles use food coloring or it’s actually real oranges so—

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the second act (not old enough ch.2)

pairing: leon kennedy/reader

cw: smut, age gap, mild daddy kink, oral f!receiving

summary: reader and Leon have a another little rendezvous a few months after their first. You're both sober this time and the ambiance is nicer, but is it enough for you two to become something more?

word count: 3.5k

ao3 link

Leon’s in a ballroom, mingling with government officials and other people whose names he won’t remember the next day. He’s dead sober, and all it gives him is hyper awareness of the fact that everyone who shakes his hand would throw him to the wolves and watch like a spectator sport. He knows that by now. He’s not the baby-faced rookie he once was, not so trusting, not like you. He’s knows he’s the best agent, not the best friend.

When he sees you, you’re wearing an elegant dress, something he’d never imagined you in. You look gorgeous, too - that was the one thing about you that hadn’t changed. You were always beautiful, no matter what you chose to wear. It wasn’t Leon’s opinion, it was a fact. He was sure of it.

You were chatting with other attendees, with a smile as fake as his. It takes one to know one, he thought, she’s a great liar. You’re playfully touching some older douchebag who looks familiar to Leon, but he can’t quite place him when every person here has their suits tailored by the same guy.

You catch his eye while he’s staring at you, not even gawking, but thinking, you can see he’s confused. Leon’s got his elbow on the table, pretending to drink, but it’s only seltzer in the glass. That secret’s between him and the bartender.

You make an excuse to leave the men you’re with for a moment, jogging excitedly towards Leon in a way that forces a smile from his stubborn mouth. It’s not even about him, you’re just cute in a way that’s so foreign to him. He learned cynicism so early, he’s been sucked dry of that type of sweetness, the kind you radiate.

He was probably the same at 18, but his memory is foggy for about a million reasons, none of them being alcohol anymore. Sobriety is still something he’s working on getting used to.

He stops you before you hug him with a gentle interrogation.

“Why are you here?” He’s neither happy, nor angry. It’s mostly confusion, maybe awe at how you can mold yourself so well to this atmosphere, too.

“Same reason anyone is, I guess,” You say with your typical nonchalance.

“What reason might that be?”

“To jerk each other off in the hopes of favors in the form of cash, status, or maybe even literal jerk off sessions.”

“Thought you’d say something different, but you’re smarter than I expected. How’d you get here? What age did you tell the bartender you were?” He points to the glass in your hand, half-empty.

“My date got it for me.”

“Your date, huh?”

“Yeah,” you can’t hide a sour face when you mention him.

“Not a match?”

“Never thought it would be.”

“So you’re here for cash or status? Since you clearly don’t wanna fuck that dude.”

“Cash,” you say, in a whisper, “I hate saying that. I don’t wanna be this ‘sugar baby’ or whatever. I just -”

“Hey, I get it. No judgment from me. You gotta do what you can to get by.”

You change the subject because your life isn’t the most comfortable or interesting topic for you.

“You seem very sober tonight?” You ask.

“I am.” Leon’s small smile is a proud one. “You seem more sober than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks, remembering things you did when you were drunk, “Thanks for making me take a cab home. I don’t wanna think about what else I would’ve done.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m thinking about calling you one now.”

“I’m not leaving, though.”

“You should be.”

“I bet you used to drink at my age, too. Can’t you just get off my back about it?”

“I don’t care about that. Listen, a lot of the men here are not good guys. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.”

“You’re not my dad.”

“Thank god. I’d be doing a shitty job if I were. Letting you go out and have sex with a stranger in a bathroom stall.”

“Hey! You did it, too. And you liked it.”

“You didn’t?”

You took a large swig of your champagne.

“That’s what I thought.” Leon gave you a smug smile. “Had you practically screaming.”

“Maybe I’m just easy,” you shrug and pause before saying, “or maybe I was faking it.”

“Yeah, you are easy, but you weren’t faking it, sweetheart. I have enough experience in that department to know the difference.”

“Oh? So you’ve had girls fake it with you?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t always good at it.”

Even though the sex you’d had with him was dirty, literally and figuratively, you loved it. It would’ve been better if there'd been a romantic ambiance. It would’ve been better if Leon was sober like he was right then, standing in front of you. He was so much hotter this way. Irresistible.

With a few more drinks, you’d get on your knees and beg him to take you into the nearest bathroom and do it all again, but you could maintain composure after only one glass.

You weren’t going to drink more anyway, not because you cared what Leon said, but because you wanted to remember the way he looked in that suit.

He gave you a knowing smile. “Whatcha thinkin' about?”

“Nothin’,” You said, turning to face the other way, hiding your embarrassment.

“Mhm.”

Leon was going to keep teasing you because the faces you made were so cute, but he wasn’t going to give into your charms this time. He would make sure you got home safe and that would be all.

Everything would be different if you were a little older. Sure, his sobriety would still give him the rationale he needed not to fuck you senseless in an adjacent room, but maybe you’d come over to his place after a real date. He’d take you out to dinner first because that’s what you deserve. You don’t deserve whatever this is, especially when you don’t understand how bad it is.

Your conversation alone feels precarious to him. You both have to lean in close to speak like every word is gossip, and in a way, it is, or it would be if it got passed around, and that’s the problem with the game you’re playing. Leon isn’t sure whether he’d get high fives or a stern talking to at the office if anyone found out about you, and he didn’t want either.

He didn’t want to take you home, not in that way, but he saw the way that other men looked at you, and it didn’t feel like an act of jealousy, it was protection. They’d hurt you, they’d use you. But what was he doing?

You were an enigma in Leon’s mind and maybe that’s what excited him. He couldn’t fit you into any box. You weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t his friend, you weren’t his fuck-buddy - it was something entirely different.

The moment he first spoke to you the line had been crossed. He was already on the other side of it. Every move he made was wrong. Any choice was a bad one. Leaving you alone, telling you to fuck off, was just sending you to another man, one who’d treat you much worse. Yet, allowing you to stay, linger there beside him, even worse, allow himself to enjoy your presence - wasn’t he the same as the old creep across the room?

Later that night, Leon has you in a hotel room he hadn’t planned on booking. The employee at the front desk knew what you were going upstairs to do. You were both clearly antsy, unprepared to stay, and coming from a social gathering. She stared right through you and saw the future you hadn’t yet.

Leon gets you both a nice room because he’s too old to skimp on things like a nice bed to sleep in - he’ll wake up with back pain if he tries. He told you at the gala that you were getting separate beds, but ended up in a king sized bed with you. He couldn’t even be mad.

You were eager to get your hands on him the moment the door shut, but Leon stopped you, gently grabbing your wrists.

“If we’re doing this again, we’re doing it right this time,” he said, holding your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He looks like he’s not sure whether to lecture you or kiss you.

“Did we mess it up last time? I thought you were experienced.”

“Yeah, we fucked up big time.”

“It’s a good thing we’re doing it again then.”

“No, it’s not,” he whispers into your mouth, kissing you softly.

You knew what it was like to have him so deep inside you that you could feel him hitting your cervix, but this was the first time you’d felt the way he could tease you with only the tip of his tongue.

He would brush his tongue gently over yours and pull back when you tried to reciprocate. It was agonizing, yet tantalizing. If your hands weren’t fiddling with his belt buckle, you’d grab his face and force his lips against yours.

When he caught you trying to unbuckle his belt, he gently took your hands away, and whispered into your ear, “Don’t get greedy.”

You felt the tickle of his stubble against your cheek and then his teeth grazing your neck, threatening to leave marks on your skin, but that would risk the secret rendezvous becoming local news.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, and he guided you backwards to the bed. It took only a few steps backward for the backs of your legs to hit the bed frame, making you topple onto your back on the plush duvet. You expected Leon’s figure looming over you, so when he tried to stand, you took him by the lapels. He let you pull him in for one kiss, giving you only an ounce of the passion he had for you.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, pulling back from your lips, making you pout.

He laughed lightly at you, “Patience. You’re gonna like this.”

You wanted to say something snarky back, tell him he didn’t know what you liked yet, tell him you liked his lips on yours, but then he sank to his knees in front of you, next to the bed. He watched your expression shift from irritation to awe, relief, gratitude.

“Spread your legs,” he said, giving you the opportunity to comply before he pushed them apart himself.

Leon took off your heels for you, unbuckling them gently and placing them on the floor with such care. You already felt spoiled before his mouth was placing wet kisses up your ankles to your thighs all the way to the lace trim of your panties. You groaned at the first press of his lips against your clit through the fabric. You couldn’t even blame it on the drunkenness.

He wanted to laugh at how delicate you were, how quickly he could get you to break.

Sliding your panties down your legs, he asked, “Did you wear these for me?”

“Do you like them?”

“Love them,” he said, slipping them into his pocket.

Leon stood up and watched betrayal wash over your face.

“Hold on,” he chuckled, “Don’t get mad yet.”

He took off his jacket and tie, while you watched.

“Just don’t want anyone ruining my best suit,” he mumbled.

Your cheeks were burning, knowing that you were already soaking wet and could very well have left a stain on his suit.

He paid no mind to your embarrassment, though. His gaze was fixed between your thighs, only coming up to meet your eyes when he was on his knees again, so he could watch you melt. He kissed everywhere except for where you really wanted it. His lips and tongue trailed along your thighs and hips, and you thought his teasing would be endless.

“Please, Mr. Kennedy,” you begged.

“Just wanted to see how long it would take for you to say it.”

The noise you made when his tongue made contact with your clit was obscene. You felt him laugh into your core, making you even more embarrassed. Nothing mattered, though, once he dedicated himself to going down on you. He kissed you with a kind of reverence not even your lips had felt. Normally, you’d find the sounds of your wetness embarrassing, but hearing the way he savored the taste of you was sexy.

He didn’t have any further remarks to make you hot and bothered. He needed nothing to push your buttons because you were giving him every reaction he wanted. Leon let you tug on his hair, despite the fact that he would rarely let anyone near it. You didn’t need to force him to do anything though because he was giving you exactly what you wanted, a determination, a devotion to this like no other man before.

For once you were trying not to come because it felt so good you couldn’t stand the idea of losing the feeling. You only ended up lasting five minutes at maximum, but neither of you were counting.

You tried to warn him that you were close, but all that came out was incoherent babbling, which quickly turned to sobs of relief. You were on the verge of tears while your arousal was soaking his face. He led you through your orgasm with his soft lips, and then stood up and leaned over you, meeting you face to face. You weren’t sure whether you should feel gratitude or embarrassment when you saw his messy hair and plump red lips, but he smiled and kissed you on the cheek, giving you the “my pleasure” to the “thank you” on the tip of your tongue.

Leon stepping back to take off his belt felt like a cue for you to get on your knees, but watching you get up off the bed, Leon said, “Leaving already?”

He wouldn’t have been mad if you were, as long as you got home safe.

“No, I was gonna return the favor.”

“It wasn’t a favor. I enjoyed myself, too.”

“Letting me down easy? I promise I’ll do a good job.”

“I’m not doubting your abilities, but that’s not what I want right now.”

Truthfully, he would feel wrong doing it. It wouldn’t be sexy to see the innocence in your eyes. It would feel criminal, like he was corrupting you in an irreversible manner.

“What do you want right now?”

You wanted to make him unfold in front of you, so you could level the playing field.

“You know what I want. Unless, you’re tired.”

The dazed look in your eyes lingered, and ever the worrier, Leon needed to know that you were still fully into this.

“I’m not tired.”

“Don’t need a break?”

“It’s been like five minutes,” you whined, “That’s a long enough break.”

“I thought an orgasm would satisfy you, at least for a bit, but you’re still so impatient.”

“You can’t just stand there almost naked and expect me not to want you.”

“You don’t need to flatter me. You already have me.”

Desperation coursed through your veins, causing you to whine, “Oh my god, Leon, just fuck me already!”

Leon looked at you wide-eyed, a smirk of amusement barely concealed by a stern expression on his face. You weren’t on a last name basis, but he hadn’t expected the first time you’d say his first name would be in a sentence so demanding and naughty. It felt like insubordination, even though it wasn’t.

“I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth,” he said, stepping towards you slowly.

Your nerves were high but your arousal was higher.

When he didn’t get a response from you, he said, “You’re going all quiet on me now, huh? Pretending to be a good girl again?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kennedy…”

There was something inside of you that needed him to be proud of you, but the apology was still mostly in the hopes of gaining what you wanted.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You looked at him through dewy, yet grateful eyes.

“You can’t help it when you’re like this, right?”

His fingers started playing with your pussy again, feeling your evident arousal, which hadn’t subsided post-orgasm.

You nodded, giving him a pitiful, yet adorable look.

“Please…” you said, after a beat of silence, minus the sounds of your wetness.

“Please what?”

“Please, Mr. Kennedy…”

He smiled and laughed lightly, realizing you assumed he wanted respect rather than clarification.

“No, baby, I want you to ask for what you want,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“I want you,” you said, barely being able to think with his hands still touching you.

“Okay, I wanna go slow, though, yeah?”

You nodded, wanting it now, in whatever fashion he would give it to you.

You thought slow sex was boring sex until Leon came into your life. He brought a heightened passion to every encounter regardless of the speed of his thrusts. His lips were on yours, capturing every breath until he couldn’t stand the thought of not hearing your pretty noises.

His kisses trailed down your cheek to your jaw to your neck all delicate. His breath in your ear telling you how beautiful you looked and how good you were being. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but his fingers brushing your nipples made your back arch off the mattress. Not to mention the slow strokes of his dick, coaxing needy moans from your mouth.

You thought you’d be begging for it harder and faster, but every thrust inside you felt deeper and that was beyond satisfying. Soon, your legs were pressed up against your chest and he was so deep inside you that you could see his dick in your abdomen with every thrust. The feeling of him hitting that sensitive spot inside you was bringing you closer to the edge, but the sight was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.

Leon saw how close you were and he whispered to you, sweet and sexy all in one, “I can feel you squeezing around me, baby. You gonna come for me?”

You wanted to say, “Uh-huh”, but it came out as a strangled moan and then, “Daddy!” as you came.

He ignored the slight pang of guilt that came with the word for a moment to let himself drink in the overpowering feeling of pleasure. His orgasm following yours quickly.

Lying next to you, after you both came back from oblivion, he asked the dreaded question, “Did you call me ‘Daddy’?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to. It just came out. Did it make you feel weird?”

“A little, but it was hot. I think you could’ve said anything coming out of your mouth would be hot, though.”

Leon holds you while you sleep and tries to forget about any lingering guilt he feels after you call him daddy. Your warm body pressed against his and the feeling of your steady heartbeat and soft breathing seem to do the trick. 

The next morning he calls you a cab back to your apartment. You both have busy schedules.

You ask him on your way out, “My 19th birthday is coming up and I’m having a party. Do you wanna come?”

You’re hoping he’ll say ‘yes’, sort of expecting him to based on the night before.

But he doesn’t. He says, “No offense, but I think a 37 year old man hanging out with a bunch of teenagers would be kind of weird. Don’t you think?”

There’s a twinge of embarrassment inside you, realizing that he was right and you probably shouldn’t have even asked. Then again, you really want more time with him, so you say, “But you hang out with me and it’s not weird.”

You thought that was the truth, but when he doesn’t meet your gaze, you continue, “Is it?”

Leon sighs before speaking. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s the nicest way he can say it, but it hurts.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too young for me.”

“I wasn’t too young for you last night.”

The statement hits him hard, even if you didn’t mean for it to - it’s just true.

“Yeah,” he says, not knowing if he means that you weren’t too young for him to have sex with or that you were. Neither answer feels good.

With tears in your eyes, you ask, “Did you use me for sex? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No,” he says, “I actually care about you believe it or not, but that’s why we can’t keep doing this.”

“What do you mean?”

“You deserve someone who can give you more than this.”

Leon wipes the tears off your cheeks and you ask, “Why can’t you give me more? You could be that person.”

“No, I can’t.”

The unsaid apology fills his blue eyes, and you accept it, reluctantly, when you stare into them.

He kisses your forehead as a final goodbye and says, “If you need anything, you can always call me.”

You hug him tightly, holding something that will never be yours, just borrowing time. He allows you to, rubbing your back. This is all he can give you…

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 28: Car Sex - Jake Lockley

Kinktober Day 28: Car Sex - Jake Lockley

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, taxi driver jake, secret feelings, fluff, protective!jake, drinking, sexual tension, flirting, car sex, riding, nicknames, no use of y/n

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link 

It was always the same taxi driver to pick you up from work, every single day without fail he was always the one to be there, outside the building at 6 pm. This meant that you both had to sit in rush-hour traffic together every day, you probably spent more time speaking to him than you did your co-workers.

He was one of the most mysterious people you’d ever had the opportunity to talk to. You weren’t able to get much information from him about his personal life but that only made it more thrilling as you basically stared at the rearview mirror the entire journey every day. You’d made the excuse that it was because you wanted to see his face as you sat in the back of the black cab whilst talking to him.

In reality, however, it was because you were so incredibly attracted to him, with his roguish look, the dark flat cap that always seemed to be on his head, and the tan leather jacket, all to compliment his deep brown eyes, strong facial features and every so often a handsome smile.

At some point on your journeys he had also nicknamed you Princesa, a subtle accent floating with his words but he always avoided questions when you asked but you were fine with that, maybe you shouldn’t be so nosey. You had however discovered that his name was Jake after asking for weeks.

Every day you began looking forward to your journeys home, almost skipping out of work to get to his taxi. Jake had also now begun waiting outside of his cab, leaning against the backseat door, ready to hold open the door when you were close enough.

“So Princesa, what do you plan on doing tonight? Another night in?” he asked casually as you both sat in traffic, rain hammering down around you.

“No actually, for once I’m going out, nothing crazy just a few drinks at my friend's local pub” you explained, actually happy to be out socialising for once.

“Oh really? Whereabouts is this place?” your eyes met him in the mirror, thinking that it was a bizarre question for him to ask but going with it anyway as the cars began moving.

“It’s about 20 minutes from my place I think? My friends picking me up and taking me there, I’ve never been before but it sounds quite nice, supposed to have an open fire that we can sit around” your fingers nervously twisted in your lap, a habit you always seemed to do with the car with Jake, matching the excited butterflies that filled your stomach.

Jake nodded, acknowledging your comment before asking about work, he always was interested to hear about your day and whenever you felt embarrassed that you had been speaking for so long, he was quick to ease any concerns explaining that he liked to listen to your voice.

Eventually, Jake pulled up to your apartment, asking for a much lower rate for the ride than what was displayed on the screen. You had tried to pay the full amount many times but the money always somehow ended up back in your bag.

“One-minute Princesa” Jake interrupted as you reached for the door handle, “take this” he passed a small card through to you in the back. You took it, reading the numbers on the card, your heart beginning to beat faster as you realised he had given you his phone number.

Jake’s jacket squeaked against his seat as he turned to look over his shoulder at you, “now, I want you to call me when you’re ready to go home and I can come to pick you up”.

Your body warmed, of course, he was just giving you his number for his taxi service, what else would it be for?

A frown passed over your expression as you asked, “but I thought you finished at 10?  I don’t want you waiting all night for me Jake”.

He waved his hand. “I’d sleep better knowing you were home safe so please, call me at any time during the night”.

“Ok, thanks, I appreciate it” you smiled warmly at him before opening the car door, “see you later,” you remarked before quickly rushing through the rain to the front door of your apartment.

Turning back you saw he was still there like he always was, making sure you got to your front door safely even though it was only a few meters from the path, lifting up his hand he waved bye and began to drive off, giving you the chance to collapse back into the door, clutching your chest to try and stop the pounding, you hated feeling like this, like a girl in school with your first crush.

Jake was on your mind all night, your friends noticed, asking a million questions until you finally told them. “Wait, as in Jake who picks you up every day from work, Jake? He’s picking you up tonight… after hours?” your friend said with the biggest shit-eating grin across her face.

You groaned, hiding your embarrassed expression, “yes…maybe… stop looking at me like that please I’m already freaking out as it is!”

Your friends laughed, having not seen you reacting this way before. “Well how about this then? You need some liquid courage so shots everyone?”

You agreed immediately, needing something to quickly take the edge off before your nerves completely ruined your night.

The liquid burned your throat as you swallowed it quickly, flinching at the disgusting taste, not even sure what alcohol it was but as it warmed you from the inside out, you tried to put Jake to the back of your mind for now.

There was something about being with your friends that made the time pass quickly, before you knew it, it was almost 2 am, and you were just about ready to go home. You weren’t the most drunk you had ever been but your body felt loose, a nice buzz humming through your veins as you called the number that you’d already memorised from staring at it all night.

He answered within 2 rings, “Princesa?” you smiled hearing his voice, loving that he automatically knew it was you ringing.

“Hey Jake, sorry if I woke you”, you began nervously biting your nails, waving to your friends as they began walking home.

“I was still awake, are you ready?” you nodded before quickly verbally responding realising he couldn’t see you, then quickly giving the address to where you were.

You sat on one of the benches outside, waiting patiently for Jake, your alcohol blanket keeping you warm against the damp chill in the air.

The sound of a car pulling up close by had you glancing up, body relaxing in a sigh as Jake quickly exited his car, pulling off his now infamous leather jacket. “Mi Amor, you’ll catch a cold” he quickly placed the jacket around your shoulders, you could smell his smokey aftershave on the collars and feel his warmth as your arms moved into the sleeves.

He quickly ushered you into the car, specifically into the passenger side of the car, right next to him, somewhere you had never been before and felt oddly intimate but you didn’t pay any attention. No, that was more on Jake as he helped you with your seat belt and then placed the heater on for you before driving off.

“You look beautiful, how was your night?” his eyes raked over your body before shifting back to the road, his stance was a lot more relaxed than usual as he rested one hand on the top of the steering wheel, the other on the gear stick. Now he didn’t have his jacket on, you could see that he was wearing a plain white shirt, with a slim black tie and dark jeans, accompanied by nice looking leather boots and his signature dark cap.

“Uh, I uh-” you couldn’t help the stammer at the casual compliment. Taking a quick breath, you let the alcohol do the talking, turning in your seat to look at him whilst talking. “It was very good thank you, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. And thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself”.

Jake smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye, “gracias” he politely said but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“You smell nice too”. He smiled at your compliment.

“Smell nice?”

“I mean- yeah you smell nice,” you said nuzzling into his jacket.

“Well from the brief glimpse I got from you, you smell nice as well,” he said with laughter in his tone. You weren’t sure why your next sentence came out, only blaming the alcohol.

“I bet I taste nice too” Jake's head swivelled towards you, smirking as you bit your lip in embarrassment, “I just mean that I’ve had a lot of sweet cocktails today so I probably taste of bubblegum and I’m going to stop talking”.

Jake chuckled at your ranting, hand sliding off the gearstick to lay lightly on your exposed knee. His palm was warm and surprisingly rough for a cabbie, you enjoyed the touch, not thinking anything of it, just enjoying his presence that always seemed to calm you as absentmindedly you grabbed his hand, fingers stroking along his.

You both sat in comfortable silence, the atmosphere had noticeably shifted but you enjoyed the time.

“What did you do tonight?” you asked, trying to ignore the way your heart was thumping in your chest.

“Me? Not much, watched some tv, waited for a pretty girl to call me” you hide your smile behind your hair as your cheeks warm.

“I’ve been looking forward to calling you all night” you confessed, not quite sure why you were telling him this. Jake's hand lifted under your chin, tilting it up so you were now looking at him with half-lidded eyes, noting from the red light shining on his face that he’d stopped at the traffic lights.

“And why’s that Princesa?” you were sure he was asking you this to tease you with the glint in his eyes as his fingers moved to stroke your cheek tenderly. You felt like you could hardly breathe as you stared at him, opening your mouth but not knowing what to say until the red gleam over him turned to green.

“The lights turned green” he smirked at your reaction before dropping his hand back to the gear stick and continuing to drive.

You absentmindedly played with your fingers in your lap, biting your lip as you stared out of the window.

“You do that a lot when you think I’m not looking mi Amor” Jake mumbled, glancing over at you as you looked towards him with a confused expression, watching as he lifted his hand once more to ease your lip from between your teeth. “Bite your lip, you do it when you're in deep concentration about something and think I’m not looking, but I’m always looking”.

You felt like your chest was going to burst as he pulled the car to a stop, you now only just realising that he’d pulled up to the back entrance to your building, in the near empty car park. You didn’t want to get out, wanting only to stay with him as you both stared at each other, the tension so incredibly thick you thought you were going to drown.

“Jake…” he raised an eyebrow at his name, his fingers moving a strand of hair from out of your face.

“Yes, mi amor?”. You weren’t entirely sure what to even say but you wanted to be close to him, shifting closer in your seat to him, nuzzling into the hand next to your face.

Tentatively you lifted your hands, gently cupping his and proceeded to do something sober you would absolutely never do: kiss his rough fingertips, one by one.

Jake was the next to move, cupping your cheek as he leant across the car, capturing your lips with his. His touch was fiery, setting your body alight as he began with soft kisses, testing to see your reaction but you clung to him, hands moving to grip his face to yours, deepening the kiss.

He released a heavy breath as you tasted smoke as his tongue teased along your bottom lip between slipping in. You accepted him happily, moving your own tongue against his, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper.

Jake's hand was on your knee again, thumb brushing against the skin leaving goosebumps behind, not moving any higher just staying still against your knee as he devoured you with his mouth. But you were greedy, needing more of him, desperate to feel more of the man you had been admiring for months now.

With courage you didn’t think you had even with the alcohol, your needs overpowering your thoughts as you pushed back on his shoulders, climbing across the car, with little difficulty with the small space but Jake moved his seat back so that you were able to straddle his lap, dress noticeably riding up your thighs.

Jake's hands cupped your arse cheeks, pulling you close as your hands cupped the back of his neck, leaning in desperately to kiss him again. Your mouths moved in sync, caressing, tasting, tempting one another.

His hat fell off at some point, giving you better access to his hair, feeling the soft curls beneath your fingers.

No words were spoken, none needed to be as you both grasped each other, need overtaking any normal senses.

You could feel him now, as you ground your hips against his, the outline of his hardened cock against your pantie-covered pussy, the sensation making you moan and break the kiss. But only so Jake could kiss along your jawline, his hands clawing at his jacket, easing it from your shoulders and discarding it into the passenger seat.

Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his soft lips travelling across your throat, whining slightly, overwhelmed with need.

“What do you need Princesa?” he asked against the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver, gripping onto his crisp shirt as you ground into him again.

“Want you Jake” you whispered, feeling breathless, not caring that anyone could be watching right now. As if reading your thoughts, Jake turned the engine off to the cab, along with the lights plunging you both into darkness but meaning there was the slightest bit of privacy, even if it was obvious as to what you were both doing in the car with the way it was moving.

“You can have me mi amor”, to emphasise this, he thrust up causing his jeaned cock to brush over your pussy again.

“Please Jake” you begged, moving your hands lower, feeling his surprisingly hard abs beneath his shirt.

“It’s ok I've got you”, his hands moved to his belt, undoing it swiftly and easing out his cock before reaching beneath your dress to easily rip the flimsy material of your underwear. “Fuck” he curses as his fingers grazed through your slit, feeling how wet you were for him.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you shifted your hips forward until you could feel his tip, nudging it against your clit, moaning into his mouth at the sparks of pleasure shooting through your cunt.

Jake seemed to be losing his patience, needing to feel you now, not wanting to wait anymore as he gripped the base of his cock and edged it towards your dripping hole.

You both gasped, mouths dropping open as you slide down his cock, feeling how much he made you stretch but how well your body adjusted to him like you were made to take his cock.

As he became fully inserted, you looked at him, for only a second, like fireworks going off in your mind as you had the realisation that this was really happening, you were actually fucking your cabbie.

Said cabbie seemed to notice your slight wide-eyed expression and decided to take over, hand roughly grabbing the back of your head to pull you into another heated kiss, the other hand gripping your hip, aiding in your movements.

You didn’t want to hold back, the urgency of the touches and kisses, you weren’t going to go slow. Lifting up onto your knees, which was difficult to do in the car but Jake helped, you were able to slide up his cock most of the way before slamming back down.

The windows began to steam up, making the air feel thick and hot, sweat shining across both of your bodies but you didn’t care that you looked a mess now, hair sticking to your forehead and mascara was sure to be sticking to your under eyes.

All you could concentrate on was the tongue in your mouth, the hands gripping you so tightly to his body that you knew there would be bruises beneath the skin and the cock, that you rode hard and fast, desperation clouding both of your judgements.

The car was rocking with your motions almost helping you both to meet in the middle of each thrust as Jake began lifting his hips to meet yours.

Your cunt was squelching with increasing wetness, your moans like music to Jake’s ears as you moaned his name repeatedly, feeling that increasing tightness building in your core. 

“That’s it Princesa, cum for me” he grunted into your ear, arms now around your waist, supporting your back so you didn’t fall against the steering wheel.

“Jake!” you nuzzled into his shirt, trying to not scream out in pleasure as the waves of pleasure pulsed through you, your thighs trembling from the sensation. Jake didn’t stop fucking you though, making sure to ride out your entire orgasm before he too was cuming with a gasp.

You didn’t stop clinging to him as you both tried to catch your breath, feeling his hot cum seeping out and into his lap. Jake was the first to move, however, but only to comb his fingers through your slightly damp hair, “mi amor?”

You sat back in his lap, his cock still half-limp in your pussy, biting your lip in embarrassment before Jake pulled it out with his fingers, giving you a knowing look.

“Do you uh, want to come in for a coffee?” you asked, not wanting this to be over. Jake chuckled, kissing your cheek.

“Princesa, people usually do the coffee first and then the fucking but yes, I’d love to come in for a coffee”. You flushed at his words, excitement bubbling in your stomach for where the rest of the night might lead you.

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when I was lucid

Tomas fucked like a girl. 

This was disappointing. I wanted him to wrap his muscles–pink, buoyant muscles–around me until I disappeared. I wanted to make use of my legs. But he mewled like a kitten and hardly touched me. 

Am I hurting you? He asked every few seconds. 

No, I said and said. 

A cigarette was still burning on the nightstand. The sunlight outside waned like a feeling. When he finished, he rolled off of me and I got up to get dressed. 

I’ve gotta go, I said, snagging my coat on. 

And left him with his vapors and dirty skin. 

There was a cab outside waiting for me. Life was like this, one magic act. I yawned and a man offered me champagne. Things appeared. I did my lipstick in the backseat, caught the driver looking at me in the rearview mirror. 

What? I asked, popping my lips. 

He didn’t say anything. I rolled my eyes. He left me at my family’s restaurant where I met the rest of the boogaloos. I entered through the back door, smelling of sex and strawberry perfume. I liked making scenes. Another reason Tomas disappointed me–no bruises to coat with foundation, no angered calls from my brothers. I’m the youngest in our family; the only girl, too. This allows me many advantages. Everyone treats me as though I’m made of glass. 

Where you been, dope? Nick asked. 

I had four older brothers and Nick was the closest to me in age. He had spent his recent twenty fifth birthday in the white gallows of Hawaii, dodging waterfalls. I was twenty years old. It was only the brothers there. Dad was working. I never knew what that meant, though there were hints. All that really mattered was his mood when he came home. Sometimes, he went to his office and drank. Nothing could stir him, his misery like a furnace heating the entire house. Other times, he came home bearing gifts, stories and quick cracks at everyone. He was a laser beam. I take after him in some respects. For example, my beautiful, long nose. And my green, slanted eyes. I’m also a natural depressive. Prone to fits, slamming doors, refusing to eat for days. Once, I told a shrink I feel like as empty as a clock. He told me everybody feels like that. 

Not like me, I told him. Not like me. 

I was with Tomas, I told Nick as I took a seat at the table. 

It was quiet. Robin, Frank and my oldest brother Jonathan fiddled with their fingers, sniffling. I made a face. 

What is this? I asked. A fucking funeral parlor? What’s going on?

Dad lost a bet, Jonathan said. A big one.

Shit, I said. What do we do?

Not you. Nick said. But we’ve got till this evening to get it sorted. 

I was never allowed out on any ventures. This upset me. I could handle anything the boys could. A little blood. A little guts. It didn’t bother me much. I had a strong stomach. 

There’s a cab coming for you, Robin said. Just stay at the house. 

Can’t we play a game first? I asked. I loved beating them at cards, the dimwits. 

No time, Jonathan said. 

I got up and grabbed a soda from the fridge before heading towards the door. 

Be safe, I said. 

Always. 

I never knew what time it was. It was probably around one in the morning when the boys came back with dad. I’d spent the afternoon watching TV with mom while she did my nails. Dad was furious, cursing anyone that came to mind; Mickey Mouse, God, Judy Dame. As Nick slinked upstairs, I caught his arm. His shirt was rimmed with what I knew was blood. 

Are you okay? I asked. 

He nodded. I kissed his cheek and let him go. 

I wasn’t in school. I filled my time with house parties, dungeons, anything that sparkled. That weekend, I was in the basement with Katie-Marie, a girl I’ve known since we were four. I didn’t have many friends. But I had good ones, the ones I had. Katie-Marie was wonderful to be around. I could tell her anything. Most of the time, I complained about Tomas. 

Let go of him, Katie-Marie said. He’s nothing but a pain. Not worth the time. 

I’m compelled, I said. There’s something about him I can’t get enough of. 

Katie-Marie did another line, I followed suit and laid back down on the couch, drank some soda. I often imagined burning my nose off; sulfur and love confessions. I listened to Katie-Marie sing along to some girl pop band until I felt as though someone had thrown me into the electric chair except I was innocent. All of my nerves were on high alert. I fluttered my eyes, seeing the faint image of a lamb on the ceiling. There was a cosmic rhinestone in the very center of my forehead. I could feel every one of my thoughts like arrows shot from the other side. I laughed and laughed, couldn’t tell when I wasn’t laughing. Katie-Marie kissed my cheek. I licked her palm. I began speaking. 

Are we not the damndest? Are we not the ones? I could drink my youth from a shot glass. It’s going to rain. I’m the first horse who realized he can run. And I’m running and I’m never stopping. I’m a cunt. I’m Daddy. He thinks he’s so big, I’m bigger. 

I looked over at Katie-Marie. 

He thinks he’s big but I’m bigger, I said over and over. 

I have this dream, I found myself telling Tomas. That dud, dull sparkler; magic amulet with no power within it. I didn’t like him. How many times could I rap at his door? A shift, I expected him to be someone else every time. The person I loved. And each time, it was only him in his boy shorts, grease king, cigarette burns in the blankets, ashtrays on the carpet, the scent of a life lived far too long. It had been four days since we’d seen each other; I’d spent the time crying, masturbating and crying, punching his number into the phone and then chickening out. He looked at me, rubbed my cheek with his bandaged thumb. 

What do you dream? He asked. 

I’m Christ at the table. And the skies are made of lace, there are gingerbread cookies, rugs made of skin, a thousand diamonds, an itch in my teeth. A cock between my hands. Psalms rising and falling beneath my eyelids. I am the son of God. I am going to be betrayed by the phony who loves me as the wind loves to tickle the trees. I am going to die for you. 

I pointed towards the ceiling. 

But for the moment, I am full of wine, singing drunk. And the colors explode. Someone is speaking. A beautiful woman with her breasts exposed. And I hear the sound of what comes next. I hear the crackle of electricity; lightning bolts, rashes of rain pissing from above. I hear a hundred languages, babbling over one another like threads in a wicker basket, streams of fish. I hear a thumping, a grinding, ecstatic horsepower. I see the black coughs of genocide. I see Americans on the street, hiding from a wall of ash. I see America. 

You’re insane, he said as though astonished. Absolutely insane. 

It was a Tuesday evening. I was at the restaurant with Nick, playing cards. The other boys were upstairs, running dishes, cleaning tables. Outside, I could hear the fantastic drip of rain. I beat Nick at cards for the third time in a row. 

You’re letting me win, I complained. 

He laughed. 

I’m really that bad, he said. That’s the truth. 

It got quiet as I got up to get another soda, one for me and one for him. I cracked open the can and sat back down. Nick was looking at me. 

Julia, he said. 

I looked at him. He never called me by my name. 

 Why don’t you get away from here? You could. Dad would pay for school, somewhere upstate. You could leave all this shit behind. It’s not good for you to be in the periphery of what we do. Why don’t you? 

I looked at his hands, a cross tattooed on his wrist. I loved him like a mother does, like a knife.

Why don't you go fuck yourself? I asked. And said nothing else.

I set up another card game. And let him win.

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Each Others' Constants

Annabeth Chase x Platonic!Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: “I’m not alone and neither are you”

Summary: Y/N first came to Camp with Annabeth, Thalia, Luke, and Grover. Their lives have all taken very different, winding paths, with many ups and downs, and after the betrayal of Luke, Y/N’s first boyfriend, they decided to go far, far away from Camp Half-Blood for college. They come back regularly, but when they return for the winter break of their senior year, after the Battle of New York, they realize they might need to make a point of coming home a little more often.

Word Count: 2,464

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Major spoilers for Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, if you haven’t read it, and spoilers for the beginning of HoO! If you haven’t read either, check them out, they’re great!

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I came to a stop at the top of Half-Blood Hill and put my hands on my hips as I looked down into the valley below, a smile on my face. I looked over my shoulder to find the cab driver still staring at me, a curious look on his face, so I gave him a cheery wave. He scowled back at me and then drove off, like a typical New Yorker.

I’d missed it here.

Camp Half-Blood had been like a home to me for years. I’d first arrived eight years ago with a group of other Half-Bloods and our Satyr, and over that time, a lot had changed.

Thalia, one of my best friends, had died and come back to life. Grover, my other best friend, became a member of the Council of Cloven Elders. Luke, my former friend and first boyfriend, had turned traitor only to give his life defeating Kronos. And Annabeth, my baby sister in everything but blood, had grown up into an incredible, beautiful, strong young woman.

I couldn’t have been more proud of her.

As for me, I’d left Camp Half-Blood just before Luke had turned traitor, about four years ago now. Instead of staying around the Camp I’d basically grown up in, I’d left for college, deciding to go abroad and see the world after so many years in the same place, happy but afraid of the outside world. I’d come back last summer, to help fight the Battle of New York, only to leave again once the dust had settled for my senior year of college.

Now, I’d just gotten back for winter break. Camp Half-Blood had been my only family for a while now, so of course, I’d come back to spend it with them. Our normal protective bubble had let just the lightest dusting of snow in, and in the wake of the changes Percy, Annabeth’s boyfriend, had called for after the Battle of New York, the Camp was livelier than I’d ever seen it in the middle of the winter.

I took one last beat to survey the scene in front of me, then started heading down the snow-covered hill to say hello to everyone. They’d known I was coming back for the holidays, but so far, no one had noticed my arrival.

As I got closer and closer to the Big House and the familiar (but newly expanded) ring of cabins, I started to get a little worried about why that might be. I could feel a tension in the air that had only ever meant something bad in my experience here, and as I got closer the tone of voices coming from the people rushing about sounded more urgent than excited.

“Hey!” I called, stopping the first camper I came across. I didn’t recognize her, which felt a little strange, since I used to know everyone at Camp, especially those who stayed over the winter holidays. I pushed the thought out of my mind however as I noticed her worriedly looking behind her, like she had somewhere to be. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know…” she started, giving me a bit of a suspicious look. I stared right back, and after a second, she apparently decided I probably wouldn’t have been able to get into Camp if I’d been a threat. “I woke up and everyone was freaking out about something. One of my friends said they heard somebody’s missing, but I don’t know who.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. We’d just survived a war. We did NOT need some new danger, especially not so soon.

“Where’s Annabeth?” I demanded. “Or Grover, or Chiron?”

“I don’t know… you could always check the Athena Cabin?”

I grit my teeth, incredibly frustrated but trying not to take it out on some kid who’d done her best.

“Alright, thanks,” I said, then took off without another word. If Annabeth had gone missing, especially while I’d been away, traveling the world instead of here, with her…

“Y/N!”

I turned around at the sound of my name to see Malcolm Pace, one of the Athena kids around the same age as Annabeth, speedwalking towards me. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or more concerned.

“Malcolm! What’s happening? I found a camper who said someone was missing-”

“Percy. Percy went missing sometime last night.”

I put a hand to my forehead, trying to process the news. My gut reaction was incredible relief that it wasn’t Annabeth, but that quickly faded back into a horrible, sick feeling. I loved Percy like a little brother too, and he and Annabeth had finally gotten to their happy ending. This was not good, in any way.

“Annabeth’s in the Athena Cabin,” he said, taking a step towards me and Cabin 6. “I think you should probably come see her.”

I nodded, dropping my hand from my forehead and letting the urgency of the situation clear my mind. I could sort through the worry and fear later. Right now, there were things that needed doing.

First and foremost, checking on Annabeth.

I marched through Camp with Malcolm, laser-focused on my goal. I passed a few other campers I knew and we exchanged curt nods, but neither of us tried to stop and chat. We all knew there were more important things going on now. Hopefully, we’d have the time for small talk later.

We reached the Athena Cabin, and I found a few younger, worried-looking campers hovering outside. I headed for the door and Malcolm made to follow me, but I paused and put a hand up.

“Malc, I think it might be a good idea if I go in and talk to her alone, for a second,” I said. Malcolm nodded and took a step back.

“Of course,” he said, then turned to the campers still hovering around the door. “C'mon guys, let’s go check in with Chiron and see if there’s something productive we can do to help.”

I nodded my thanks to him as he rounded up the stragglers and got them to leave, then turned back to the door. I took a deep breath, then opened it and stepped inside.

I found Annabeth in the middle of the room, papers and notes spread out all around her. She wore one of Percy’s favorite hoodies, and my heart broke a little at the sight.

“Annabeth?” I said, my voice quiet as I slowly approached her. She whirled around as soon as she saw me, and even though I’d seen her just a few months ago, I couldn’t help being struck with the realization of just how grown up she was now. It felt like yesterday she was a little seven year old wielding a ball peen hammer, ready to brain Luke, Thalia, and I when we’d first found her. Now, she was a junior in high school and almost as tall as me.

And she looked absolutely heartbroken.

“Y/N,” she breathed, staring through me as much as she was staring at me. Her blonde hair was a mess in its pony tail, and she had mascara smeared around her eyes like she’d been rubbing at them. I took a few more steps across the room, and she didn’t move an inch the whole time. Finally, I got close enough to pull her into a hug. As soon as I wrapped my arms around her, she collapsed into me, and I could feel her sobbing even though the tears were silent.

“Oh, Beth…” I breathed as I held her tighter. I wanted to take the pain away, but I knew from plenty of experience that there was nothing I could do except be there for her.

We stayed like that for a few long minutes, not speaking, and I could tell this was an emotion dump that Annabeth had been fighting off for a long, long time. Finally, though, she shifted a little bit, resting her head on my shoulder as the tears slowly calmed.

“We were supposed to be done with this,” she finally muttered. I rubbed calm, slow circles on her back as she continued. “When we beat Kronos in New York, it was supposed to be over. Some terrible prophecy from Rachel for the next generation of demigods. Not us.”

“It’s not fair,” I echoed, squeezing her as tight as I could. “It’s total bullshit that after everything you’ve been through, you have to deal with something else, Annabeth.”

She took a few more shaky breaths, but didn’t pull away from me. She breathed in like she was getting ready to say something, but then paused. I stayed silent, waiting, letting her take her time. Finally she breathed, barely above a whisper, “I’m just sick of feeling so alone. With Percy, I finally stopped being alone.”

My heart shattered in my chest, and I had to fight back a few tears of my own at her words. I could deal with my own emotions later, but right now, Annabeth needed me.

“Why did you feel alone before Percy?” I asked, being careful to keep any kind of judgment or opinion out of my tone. She shuddered, and I held her closer, trying to give her all the love and support I could without saying words. She didn’t pull away to look at me as she responded, her words half-mumbled like thoughts she was still working through.

“When I was a kid, we had such a clear, close group, you know?” she started. “It was you, me, Luke, Thals, and Grover against the world. And then… and then Thalia died. And Grover started working on other assignments and his own quests and goals. And… and you and Luke… got together, and you always included me, but… it wasn’t the same. And after Luke’s quest, he started getting more distant anyway, and then you left for school and Luke turned on all of us, and I’ve made other friends here, but… for most of my life, I’ve had to rely on myself. Take care of myself, be enough for myself. And I am enough for myself. But with Percy… it finally felt like I had a partner to go through everything with. And now, after we survived a war together, he’s gone. And I’m alone again.”

I waited as Annabeth finished her statement, gathering my thoughts and just in case she had something else to say. When she didn’t continue, I held her a little tighter, then spoke.

“Annabeth… I’ve felt that. A while ago and even this past semester away from Camp. I don’t know exactly what you’re going through, but… I remember when Luke started pulling away, after his failed quest. He was my partner in things, we told each other everything. But after that, he stopped talking to me. A little wall went up, and no matter what I did to try to tear it down, it was always there. It only got worse as time went on, and then as you know, we both basically lost him for good when he joined Kronos.”

Annabeth took a shaky breath, and I held her a little tighter, as much for my own comfort as hers. I’d worked through a lot of the trauma that had come from everything to do with Luke for the past few years, but not all of it. Still, I shook it off as well as I could and continued.

“Even in college, it’s been the same thing,” I said. “I’ve gone to all kinds of new places and met so many interesting people, but there’s a big part of who I am that I just… can’t share with them. I’m independent, and I’m glad I’m independent, but… I understand feeling like you’re not really connecting with anyone as deeply as you want to. And it sucks.

"But you will always have me, Annabeth. Just like I’ll always have you. And we will find Percy, and then you’ll have him too. No matter how much it feels like it sometimes Annabeth, I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Now it was Annabeth’s turn to squeeze me tight, so hard it almost hurt. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. After a few long moments, where plenty of things passed between us even without speaking, we finally pulled apart enough to look at each other. Annabeth still didn’t look happy, but she seemed more determined and settled in herself. That shattered look I’d seen when I’d first come through the door was gone.

“Thank you, Y/N,” she said. I gave her a light squeeze.

“Always. And hey, I promise I’m going to make more of a point of staying in touch while I’m gone, alright? This semester especially, I think I was running from… well, almost everything associated with Camp Half-Blood and all the history and pain that comes with it. But I don’t ever want to run from you. So letters, more frequent visits, an illegal cellphone, whatever. Whatever it takes to stay more in touch, yeah?”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay, good. Now let’s see what your notes are looking like on the Percy situation, huh? We’ve got a son of Poseidon to track down.”

Annabeth nodded and we finally broke completely apart as she turned to start taking me through all the notes, clues, and evidence she’d gathered so far. I stood by her side as she walked me through it all, and whenever it looked like she might be overwhelmed again, I put a hand on her shoulder and did what I could to keep her calm.

Annabeth deserved nothing but happiness, especially after everything she’d already been through. But if problems and trouble were going to keep popping up and getting in her way, then I was going to be right by her side, through all of it. No matter what.

We’d find Percy, and Annabeth would get her partner back. But I made a vow as we stood in that room, pouring over information and trying to reason out where Percy might be, that I was never disappearing on my little sister again. No matter what directions our lives took us in, or how separate our paths became, I would always be there for her. We’d been the only real constants in each others’ lives for about a decade now, and we were going to stay that way for many more decades to come.

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For Her Sake - Chapter 7

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Kara races home from work on Monday evening, putting on the biggest smile she can muster when she sees Winn and Lori in the living room when she gets home to try and mask her anxiety.

“Thanks for picking her up as usual Winn, I really wish you’d let me pay you for doing it though.” Kara hugs her friend as he stands up to leave. “Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good job I don’t do it for you then, isn’t it?” Winn grins. “I’m Lori’s favourite uncle and that’s enough of a reason to do it and I’m more than happy to stick around here and hang out with her until you finish work now that Alex is working too. Speaking of, have you heard from her about her day so far?”

Kara sighs and shakes her head. “No, I thought I’d hear from her during her lunch break since it’s her first day but she might be trapped in awkward small talk with her new co-workers since it’s her first day. I’m more nervous about her getting home though.”

Winn frowns, confused. “Why are you nervous about her getting home? Is she not getting a cab?”

“Nope, her new boss is bringing her home because she’s coming over for dinner,” Kara says, swallowing harshly as she looks around the apartment she’s got to speed-clean in time for them to get here. “She’s the CEO actually and I have no idea what to expect.”

“The CEO? Where is Alex working again?”

Kara nervously sucks her lips into her mouth. “L-Corp. They have a smaller building across town from the headquarters and she’s starting there. It’s a desk job that she managed to pull and since she got to interview with Lena Luthor herself, we asked her to dinner. I was kind of expecting her to say no but she said yes and said she was available for Monday evening, also known as, tonight.”

Winn’s jaw has been slowly dropping as Kara speaks but as she finishes it shuts with a snap and he is rendered speechless.

“I know,” Kara says, tucking a stray strand of her hair out of her face while watching the confusion and shock on Winn’s face. “It’s crazy and I have so much to do before they get here. I only have an hour to get dinner started, have a shower and clean up.” Kara stares down at her watch, each tick of it taunting her as it counts down to the moment she’s probably going to embarrass herself. That would be on brand for her.

Winn gently places his hands on her shoulder’s with his boyish smile. “Kara, relax. You go and shower and Lori and I will start cleaning up, I’ll help you and then I will go before they get here. Don’t panic, there’s a reason you call me your best friend.”

“I don’t call you my best friend but if you do that for me, I’ll start.” Kara dashes for the bathroom after that line, a cheeky grin on her face as she darts away.

“Hey!” Winn shouts at her back, amused by how quickly she just went from panicked to teasing him.

Kara is grateful for Winn, she really is. He’s done nothing but save her ass since Mike died and Alex was rushed into the hospital. Without him around, she would probably be in even more debt or Alex would have had to push herself to look after Lori and slow down her recovery. He’s been the best friend a woman could ever ask for.

She climbs into the shower and lets the water wash over her for a moment before she starts scrubbing at her skin with the soap. She’s got to look presentable for when Lena gets here because she’s kind of embarrassed about how Lena saw the state of the apartment last time she was here, she needs to prove that they aren’t slobs. Not that she’d accuse Lena of thinking badly of them for not folding a blanket or vacuuming for one day but it just doesn’t sit right with her.

Kara scrapes her fingers through her hair, scratching at her scalp as she washes the shampoo out while thinking about how she’s going to style it despite knowing how stupid it is that she’s panicking over such a silly thing when it’s not going to hold Lena’s focus at all.

Knowing that Winn is outside cleaning up while she’s in here, she hurries so she can help, not liking the idea that Winn is handling it alone when it’s not even his apartment. Sure, he has Lori to help him but she knows what Lori’s help looks like and spoiler alert, it doesn’t really help.

She makes quick work of getting dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a blue button-up shirt and blow-dries her hair into soft waves, figuring that this is just a casual thank-you dinner so she doesn’t need to dress up too much, especially since Alex and Lena will be coming straight from work so they won’t be dressed up too nicely anyway.

Lena’s probably dressed nicely but that’s more because she’s rich enough that all of her clothes constitute the label of nice clothes.

Rushing out of the bathroom, Kara heads for the kitchen to get out the dish from the fridge that Alex prepared earlier with the strict instructions that she only has to put it in the oven and she’s not to touch it otherwise because she’s got an affinity for messing up dishes.

“Ok, where are we?” She turns to Winn, who is trying to figure out how the vacuum works.

“Um, is this from mars or something? I can’t find the ON button.” Winn holds the thing up by its handle, his eyes trailing all over it in an effort to find the power button.

Kara lets him struggle for a moment, her hand covering her smile before schooling her expression and taking pity on him. “Have you tried looking beneath your hand?”

Sure enough, when Winn lifts his hand from the handle he sees the button hiding beneath where he had his hand and he flushes red, a little embarrassed. “Shut up, you.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You can leave that, I’ll do it. You’ve done enough, I can practically see my reflection in those kitchen counters, I can handle it from here.” Kara carefully takes the vacuum out of his hands, a grateful smile spreading across her face.

“Are you sure? I can stay and help if you need to?” Winn double-checks with her, not wanting to leave if it means that she’s got to run around like a headless chicken to get everything done for when Alex and Lena show up.

Kara shakes her head. “No, I got it. Go say bye to your favourite niece.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Winn takes no convincing to head over to Lori, who has long since given up on trying to help and is sitting on the couch watching some cartoon on the TV, SpongeBob by the looks of it. “Hey, kiddo, I’m heading out but I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

Lori shoots up to grab Winn in a tight hug that rivals one of her mother’s. “Bye Uncle Winn.”

“Be good for your mom, alright?”

“I will!”

Winn plops her back down on the couch before taking a moment to pull Kara into a hug too, “see you tomorrow, Kara. Have a nice night.”

“You too, don’t stay up too late playing video games.” Kara points an accusing finger at him.

“You’re just mad that you haven’t had time to come and play online with me in a while.”

“That’s correct, now get out.”

Winn just laughs and heads out, shouting out one last “bye” as he shuts the door behind him.

Kara looks over at her daughter once the door is shut, momentarily overwhelmed by how cute Lori looks in the cute little purple dress she wore to school. “Hey, you, can you pack up your pencils from the coffee table while I vacuum please, Lori?”

Lori looks reluctant to part with the TV but a ‘mom-look’ from Kara has her getting up anyway and tidying up her pencils, still looking back over her shoulder to watch a few seconds of SpongeBob doing something particularly funny every once in a while, wishing that her mom would stop running the vacuum so she can hear it better.

Luckily, it’s only a small apartment so Kara is done within a couple of minutes. “Thank you, baby,” Kara says when she sees that the pencils have all been haphazardly shoved into a pencil case and moved back to the shelf where they belong.

She just has to wipe down the table and set it. They’ll have to eat at the coffee table how they always eat because they don’t have a dining table but there’s nothing they can do about that until they move and have more space so the mighty CEO will have to sit on a cushion like the rest of the commoners for tonight.

Taking another look at her watch, Kara knows that she hasn’t got much longer left until Alex and Lena show up so she needs to hurry. She checks on the food in the oven first and smiles when a glorious aroma of whatever yummy goodness Alex cooked up early this morning for dinner enters her nostrils.

Now that she’s happy dinner is handled, she finishes wiping down the table and setting silverware, napkins and glasses out on the table as well as plumping up some cushions and delicately placing them down in front of each place setting.

“Alright, Kiddo, are you ready to be on your best behaviour since we’ve got a guest coming over?” Kara plucks Lori up from the couch to cuddle her and press a kiss to her daughter’s cheek. Lori nods but there’s a sadness in her eyes that Kara doesn’t expect. “What’s wrong?”

Lori shrugs.

“Come on, baby, I’m not going to be mad or upset if you’re just telling me how you feel.” Kara begins swaying them slightly, just how she used to when Lori was still a little bundle in her arms.

Lori hesitates for a moment longer, her fingers gripping her mom’s shirt. “Is Auntie Alex’s boss lady going to be scary?”

Kara shakes her head, a tiny smile gracing her lips. “I don’t think so and if she is, we can kick her out of her together.” Kara mimes an overexaggerated kick, tilting Lori as she does so and making her giggle.

“Really?”

“I promise, if you get upset or uncomfortable, we can go into the bedroom and talk about it and if you want her to go, I will politely ask her to leave. This is your home, Lori and this is your space to be comfortable in. All I ask is for my nice, kind, polite girl to be on show where possible.”

“Ok, mommy.” Lori keeps clinging to Kara, resting her head on her shoulder.

Kara breathes in the moment, sucking it deep into her lungs and committing it to memory, standing here with her daughter snuggled up in her arms where she’s safe.

The moment is broken by the door swinging open and Alex’s smiling face peeping around it as she leads Lena inside, the woman is shockingly not dressed in a suit, instead wearing jeans similar to Kara’s, except much more expensive and a black shirt rather than a blue one.

“Where’s my niece?” Alex calls out, spotting the little one in Kara’s arms right away. “There she is, come here!”

Lori peeks her head out of Kara’s neck as she readies herself to run to her aunt but as soon as her eyes land on Lena she instead just buries her head back into Kara.

“She’s a little shy.” Kara offers up to Lena in greeting, waving at her since she doesn’t want to panic Lori by making her get closer to Lena before she’s ready to even though Kara wants to give Lena a handshake. “How are you?”

“I’m great, it’s been a great day, how about you?”

“Not too bad, work was pretty average but it was good. How about you, Alex, how was your first day?” Kara can’t help the toothy grin that spreads across her face when Alex smiles just thinking about her first day.

Alex nods. “Really good, I think it’s a great fit.”

Kara’s even more relieved to hear that than she thought she’d be. It’s not that she thought that Alex would quit right away but she was worried that Alex would end up sticking it out when she hates it just because of the effort gone into getting her the job and their desperate need for more money at the minute.

“I’m really glad to hear that.” Kara moves towards Alex, pulling her into a little group hug with Lori briefly, aware of Lena standing off to the side, unsure what to do with herself.

Kara puts Lori down, easing the little girl’s hands off of her shirt. Lori immediately hides behind Kara’s legs, moving with her as she steps towards Lena. “Ms Luthor, thanks for coming.” She offers a hand.

“I thought we’d gotten to a first-name basis, Kara. Please, call me Lena.”

“Of course, Lena. Thanks for coming.” Kara smiles as Lena shakes her hand before gesturing down to her daughter. “This little cutie is Lori.”

Lena, to her credit, doesn’t push herself onto the little girl. “Well, when Lori feels up to it, I’d love to shake her hand too,” Lena says, speaking loud enough for her to hear.

Kara’s hand moves back to stroke Loris’s hair out of her face, her cute little bangs getting a little long. She’ll have to trim them a little sometime soon, probably this weekend. “Lori, this is Lena.”

Lori doesn’t come out from her hiding spot but one little hand does pop out from the side of Kara’s legs and wave in Lena’s general direction so they’re taking that as a win.

Lena clears her throat after a moment of simply smiling at the insane levels of cuteness coming off of the little girl. “Thank you for having me.”

“Not at all,” Kara says, “I just hope you don’t mind sitting at a rather low table, the food will be great anyway since Alex made it and all I did was toss it in the oven, if I was the one cooking, you might’ve ended up in the ER, that or the apartment would be burned down.”

“You’re that bad of a cook?”

“Worse.” Alex chips in, coming up behind Lori and swiftly picking her up into her arms. She squeals in delight when she’s captured and loops her arms around Alex’s shoulders. “There she is, you didn’t come and say hello to me, missy.”

Lori just keeps giggling, clinging tightly to Alex while she swings her about.

Kara only lets it go on for a little while though because she can see the strain in Alex’s legs and the slight sheen of sweat clinging to the back of her neck as she tries to hide that she’s in pain. “Hey, Alex, why don’t you go wash up before dinner and I’ll get us some drinks.”

Alex knows what she’s playing at, she can see it in the brief eyebrow raise that gets tossed her way but she lets her get away with it and hands Lori off to Kara again. “Sure, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Lori isn’t happy being between Kara and Lena so she quickly starts struggling to get down and Kara doesn’t fight her, just lets her down.

“Mommy.” Lori stage whispers from behind her legs. “Mommy. She tugs on her shirt. “Mommy.”

“Yes, Lori?” Kara shares a smile with Lena before she turns around.

“Can I watch ‘toons?”

“Sure, baby, go ahead.” Kara shakes her head as Lori bots over to the couch and immediately sets her eyes on the TV that is still rumbling on from earlier except SpongeBob has finished now and Scooby Doo has taken his place.

Kara turns back to Lena. “Hey, so um, can I get you a drink? We have a bottle of wine in or coffee if you’d prefer it, or water, of course.”

Lena nods, grateful for the excuse to have something occupy her hands. “Coffee would be great, I’d better pass on the wine, I’m driving.”

“Right, yeah, I should have thought of that.” Kara’s hands clasp together in front of her, her fingers twisting nervously. “I’ll get you that coffee.”

Lena catches her arm as she starts to pass her to get to the kitchen. “Stop panicking so much. I’m not going to out you, let’s just have a nice evening.”

Kara’s gaze is pulled down to the hand on her arm and her brain immediately freezes, buffering incessantly for a few long seconds. “That’s not what I’m nervous about.”

Lena follows her into the little kitchen, her eyes following the flurry of motion coming from Kara’s arms as she gets the coffee brewing. When the motion stops, she takes the opportunity to speak again. “Then why are you nervous?”

“Look, I know that you can’t think much of me, but I need you to see how amazing Alex is because she’s the greatest person I know and the only way I can do that is by having you here to see for yourself and that means that I have to make this as perfect as it can be, even if we have to sit on the floor and all I can offer you is instant coffee and a glass of ten dollar wine. She’s something special and she deserves the job you’ve given her.”

Lena looks taken aback. “Do you—” She frowns. “Do you think I’m just going to fire her?”

Kara shakes her head and then drops it into her hands. “No, but I need to know that you’ll keep her safe. I don’t know what’s happening in that building of yours but I need you to keep her as safe as you can because I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Tears spring to Kara’s eyes without her permission and she looks away for a moment to swipe at them, grateful that she passed up on the make-up, even though that was because she didn’t have time to do it.

Lena steps closer, her hand coming out to catch Kara’s arm a second time. “Kara, I assure you, any measures I can put in place to keep your sister safe, I will, and tonight doesn’t have anything to do with that, I just wanted to get to know you both better, mostly Alex since I’ll be working with her, but you too. You’re an intriguing character and maybe I’ll look like an asshole for admitting it but I kind of like that my life is a little less boring since you busted into my building with those people.”

Kara looks down at her shoes for a quick moment. “Did you ever find those people?”

“My security team is working on it, I got rid of any evidence of you being there though. I’m not going to the police, Kara, ever. Not unless you try again.”

“I won’t. I can’t.” Kara replies, her eyes drawn to the little girl across the room.

“I see now why you would do what you did. She’s adorable.”

“I know, sometimes I can hardly believe that I made something so perfect.”

Lena shrugs. “I think she’s your mirror image other than the hair.”

Kara meets Lena’s eyes again and at that moment she realizes, she’s never going to fully understand her intentions. “Really?”

“Totally.”

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[Riconti] What happens in Vegas... (part 4)

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Back at his hotel room, Felix didn’t hesitate using his rediscovered wallet to order room service for both him and Ace.

Getting out of the sun and being able to brush his teeth had already done wonders for Felix's hangover. But it was the reassurance of having Ace sitting in bed next to him, smiling and cracking jokes and calling him all sorts of silly nicknames, that really made Felix feel much better.

And while they were enjoying their coffees and club sandwiches that Felix had ordered, Ace filled him in on the details he'd missed out on the night before.

Apparently, after the shared dinner with the rest of the survivors, it had proved difficult for thirty-something people to agree on which tourist attraction to visit first. Meg had wanted to go on a sightseeing bus, Kate was looking forward to clubbing, and Nea, of all people, had insisted on hitting a strip show.

And while the others had organized splitting into smaller groups, Felix had turned to Ace and asked if he wanted to go to a casino.

"I tried to tell you I didn't mind doing something else, but you said you wanted to see me in my element and having fun. I probably made some ridiculous heart eyes at you right then and there." Ace chuckled. "Poor Jeff didn't read the room right—to be fair, neither did I at that point—and tagged along. He must have felt like such a third wheel, poor boludo."

Oh. That was what the text Jeff sent Felix had meant: the artist had realized what was going on and had excused himself to give them space.

"It was a blast to teach you some of the games,” Ace continued excitedly. “Neither of us won shit, though. And you probably funded my little losing streak more than is healthy—that's why I had to borrow your wallet for the burgers, since I’d lost all of my own money trying to impress you."

Ace shot him a sheepish look over his sandwich, yet Felix felt nothing but fond.

"Don't worry about my money,” Felix said. “But what about you? Will you be able to get home? Do you need—"

"No, see, that's exactly what you tried to do last night too." Ace snorted and shook his head. "Here, Ace, take my black Amex, I don't use it anyway. I had to distract you with pancakes to get you to stop, or you'd have gotten mugged waving that thing around."

Huh. “That's where the pancake place comes in?”

“Yeah. And I was craving something sweet.” Ace shrugged. “But that's also when the… handsiness started.”

Felix nearly choked on his sandwich.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “I'm sorry. That must have been inappropriate. Did I just…just spring that on you, or…?”

“No, you, uh.” Ace took a strategically timed sip of coffee before continuing. "In the cab, you grabbed my hand. I mean, I'd been flirting my ass off the entire night and you were really…smiley and touchy-feely, but that simple hand-holding was when it really hit me that yeah, this is happening.”

Felix sighed in relief; that didn't sound bad at all. At least he hadn’t gone straight for Ace’s crotch.

“And at the diner you insisted on sitting next to me in the cramped booth. And then, like a true gentleman, you ordered chocolate chip pancakes and a coke for me. So romantic,” Ace sighed exaggeratedly.

Felix cringed. He'd have to take Ace out properly during the weekend to make up for such a lackluster first date.

“Our orders took some time—there was probably just that one girl on the night shift there, gotta love those shitty working conditions." Ace winced sympathetically. "So we talked. Or, well, you kept clinging to me and spilled your heart about how hot and hilarious you find me, and then got upset when I wouldn’t accept the compliments—”

“That doesn't sound like words I would use,” Felix said.

“Okay, you caught me,” Ace said. “It was more like…handsome, and funny, and good friend and smart and selfless, which is obviously complete bull—”

“Oh, look: I'm upset again that you won’t accept the compliments,” Felix deadpanned.

“Yeah, well, that's when you dropped the l-bomb,” Ace said. “And made that whole speech of how much you've wanted me for years but never had the guts to tell me before.”

Felix swallowed the last of his sandwich. “And what did you do?”

Ace smiled. “What I should’ve done a long time ago: I kissed you.”

Felix stared at Ace: at his bedhead, at the faint freckles on his nose, and at the pink lips curved up into an easy smile, and thought about how unfair it was that he didn’t remember kissing him.

Ace’s smile stayed in place even as he slowly set his sandwich down on the nightstand. His gaze dropped down to Felix's mouth and Felix took it as the invitation he hoped it was.

Felix leaned in first and Ace met him halfway.

Blood rushed in Felix's ears and pleasure flooded his body. Ace's lips were dry but warm and his body fit so perfectly against Felix's where they leaned into each other. It was nerve-wracking, finally getting to do this after dreaming about it for so long, but Ace’s mouth stayed firm and languid against Felix’s—after all, Ace had plenty of experience kissing Felix from last night.

Ace’s confidence soothed Felix's own worries. He slanted his mouth and brought a hand up to cup Ace’s neck, causing Ace to hum low and satisfied into the kiss as his hands caressed up and down Felix's chest.

When they pulled apart, they were both panting and Felix was already half-hard in his pants.

He swallowed. “What happened next?”

Ace smirked. “We inhaled our pancakes and went straight for the nearest hotel.”

Felix glanced at Ace's half-eaten sandwich. “Would now be a good time to shower—”

“Yes!” Ace shouted, then cleared his throat and adjusted his pants. “I mean, yeah, now would work perfectly. Let me just—”

Ace reached for his sandwich and shoved it into his mouth before pulling Felix to his feet and into the bathroom.

[marialightwood-chase]

random idea i have that im too lazy to type out in an actual story

Molly and Angel have a dog

and pretty much always have

this is their fourth dog

she’s a husky

I havent given much thought to her name

but it’s probably be in italian or after a roman goddess

she wakes Molly up for her morning walk

and Molly says “It’s Tony’s turn to walk you”

then she looks over at his bed (because i like the idea that they share a room just because they can) and sees he never came home the night before

and goes and gets dressed to walk the dog and then eats breakfast

while walking she runs into someone who owes Anthony money (and is also lowkey scared of Molly for literally no reason) and she just says “I’ll let him know when I see him next”

at some point on the walk she finds Anthony’s body

I’ve always had this idea (that i have zero idea where it came from) that Angel died in January and there was snow on the ground when he died

not that the last thing is that relevant to anything else

Molly tries to wake him up thinking he just fell asleep

then tries CPR

She calls a cab bc she’s strong but she’s not gonna carry someone her size alll the way back to the house

Once she gets back, her dad starts trying to find out how he died

cause he may not have liked Anthony (at all) but his son being dead would be a huge scandal

And basically orders Molly to start calling people and tell them that Anthony’s twin

Most of them go off without a hitch bc he had friends and a lot of people thought he was a sweet young man

the hardest call was with Arackniss (or ig Jonathan according to his wiki page)

bc he’s off starting his own ring all the way in California

but he eventually agrees to come back for a few days

anyway so im fast forwarding a bit to the funeral itself

it goes without a hitch (unless Molly crying while speaking about her twin brother counts as a hitch)

but it all goes to absolute SHIT afterwards

mostly because of arackniss

he says, basically “I have no idea why everyone’s so sad about an f** who died because of his own addictions

And Molly kinda snaps

Cause basically the only people actually sad about his death are her, their nanny that practically raised them after their mom died, his employer* and his three suuuuper close friends of people actually invited to the funeral and here is his own brother insulting his memory

also she’s getting very overstimulated bc her dad’s using it for mob deals and everyone else is just getting drunk

this one i do have actual, flowing dialogue for: “Can you just stop for one fucking minute? Insult Anthony all you want tomorrow, but for one day can you pretend that even a minuscule, tiny iota of your being cared about your little brother? Cause I did, and I’d like to be able to actually mourn him. Tomorrow I’m gonna have to go about my day clearing any presence of him from the world, so can you just fucking let me cry for one day? Goddamn”

and Arackniss just says “Nope”

and leaves right then and there

*Anthony’s employer is this guy who owns a bunch of clubs in NYC, and Anthony was officially working there to sell drugs to people there and run numbers for the club to skim profit but eventually just worked there as a performer. Only Molly really knew about it

[theatrekidmonologues]

Dear Zachary (Performance Script)

By Kurt Kuenne

My name's Kurt, and I'm a filmmaker.  So I decided to make  this movie because I wanted to learn everything that there was to know about the guy and to make one last movie with him.  So I started at home  and, as soon as I could, I grabbed a camera. And said... Action! 

Now how would I describe Andrew to someone who had never met him? The man never wore pants. He only wore shorts. Graduation, he was in shorts. Prom, Shorts. Church, Halloween, all of Winter. Shorts. That’s why I’m making this movie. You’ve got to know the whole truth about Andrew.

There are some things you should know about Andrew: He was the most determined person I ever met about being a doctor. His go to move with the ladies was to tell them how much he knew about the birth control pill. His mom was a nurse and when they had dinner they’d discuss venereal disease. Fun. Andrew was also great at pool, quite frankly he was a pool shark. Well, he had a great teacher. But yeah, I probably owe him about $30,000 dollars. Everyone wanted Andrew to be their best man. Because that’s who Andrew was, he was the best man. And if he got married I really hoped to be his best man and give my toast to tell him “Why am I standing up here? We’re brothers. And I love you. And I know you love me. Yeah, and I’m a male and we don’t gush that much. So let's get drunk and party!”

He appeared in every movie I made growing up. And I know I drove him nuts sometimes. I’d say, Could you do that one more time? - One more time. Okay, one more time. One more time. That was perfect. Okay, one more time. He loved playing bad guys... Shut up! Jeff, get the cocaine. A free pass to smoke and swear in front of his parents. F you! F all you f-ing people! I did not say the F-word. 

Andrew came into the shop one day, and said he had two English nurses who wanted to go to Disneyland. So I took the little one and left him with the tall one. But the girls were too short to ride the rides. And we were too cheap to pay their cab fare back home. So they didn't work out so well, but we did. Andrew was always picking up girls. Girls that were never going to work out. 

The day Shirley showed up, Andrew said, "You'll never guess who showed up on my doorstep "The psychotic witch." And I told him, I said, "You know, Andrew, when I break up with somebody and put them on a plane and send them 1,300 miles away, they knock on my front door, I'm going out the back door and I'm calling the police." I said, "Andrew." "Be serious. Nobody drives 16 hours after you've just broken up with them." I said, "Do not meet her in private." He said, "What can happen?"

Shirley. Shirley? I couldn't figure out who she was in relation to Andrew since Andrew talked a lot about women but never really mentioned her. A summary of the evidence against Shirley Turner. He was found dead after being shot five times. That didn't sound random. That sounded like rage and vengeance.  I've never hated like that. Rage. Absolute vicious rage. I thought it was crazy. This should never be, this should never have been. I thought it was insane, I mean who the hell is the system protecting. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Someone has done that to someone you love. If the person who did this had been here, I'd kill them. Period. No questions. Kill them! Strangle them right here, right now! Period. No questions. Kill them! On November 14, 2002, Judge Derek Green declared Shirley guilty and ordered her incarcerated. Zachary, you'll never know what you missed. And I can remember Andrew saying, "If I die tomorrow, all I want you to do is sit and toast a beer to me." We have one remaining. To Andrew, my good friend, I can't wait to see you again.

Hello Zachary. First of all I’ve seen your pictures and you look just like Andrew. For better or worse. And you’re not going to grow up with your biological father, but you’re going to grow up with all the people who loved him and that makes you the luckiest little boy in the world. And if you ever need anything, I’m not far away and when you’re old enough and you watch this, you should know that you’re loved and I love you and I care about the person you’re going to become and if you’re anything like Andrew, you’re going to be great.

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Hijikata (Hakuoki) - Modern AU - Teacher - Chapter 3

Pairing: Female reader x Hijikata

Warnings: bad language, agressive behavior

Word count: 629

A/N: I'm back with another chapter of Hijikata's fic. I have no idea why I didn't post this chapter as it was ready ages ago XD. Oh, and if by change you can't acess the other fics link it may be because I updated hijikata's masterlist.

“Geez, I didn’t know you were such an ogre! You are not going to say anything in your defense? What the fuck is going on?!”

“Hey… I’m talking to you, Hijikata!”

“Moonstone Hotel, right?”

“Huh?”

Confused, you look at Hijikata’s finger pointing to the GPS. It’s your hotel’s location. It’s been just a few minutes since he literally threw you inside of his Lexus, and that’s the first time he actually says something.

“Mm-hmm, it’s the hotel I’m staying. Who told you that? I don’t remember telling Kondou about something so specific.”

“Does it matter now? I’ll take you there. That’s what you want, right?”

“Well… Yeah.”

Hijikata doesn’t seem particularly mad at you, but he is definitely in a bad mood. You start wondering if you should try to break the ice to find out more about this unexpected turning of events or if you just accept it as it is and wait until you get to your final destination.

You saw Hijikata just a day ago when he was working in their school and you didn’t push Kondou to gossip about the ikemen’s background. All you know about him it’s that he is a hardworking teacher and that he and Kondou are probably very close.

*sigh* “It seems I won’t have time to go somewhere else. Fine then, just take me there.”

After moments of silence, Kondou’s friend glances at you while you are on your phone. He then proceeds to look at the road before opening his mouth for the second time since you got in his car.

“So you are Kondou’s friend, woman?”

Entertained by your phone, you just nod without giving too much thought about what he asked.

Another silence…

“Why were you watching me that day?”

You were just ignoring Hijikata after you started searching for some stuff on your phone when you suddenly felt the car stopping abruptly.

“Eh? What the fuck? What happened?”

Looking at Hijikata, you realize he is now really mad at you, unlike the first time he asked your hotel’s location. His intense purple eyes are staring at you as if you had committed a crime. He parked the car somewhere in the way to the hotel and he is now attentively observing you, as if he was deciding what to do with you.

(Damn… He is really pissed right now. But it’s not my fault! He was the one who didn’t want to talk so I just decided to focus on my phone instead of trying to be social. This fucker is not going to guilt trip me! I’ll give him a piece of my mind!)

“Answer me! Who are you and why were you watching me yesterday?”, shouts an impatient Hijikata.

“Why would I answer your questions if you don’t even want to answer mine? Go ask Kondou! You’re not his friend? Humpf!”

“And you know what? I don’t need this. Your car is nice and comfy, but I never asked you to give me a ride. I can take a cab!”

You try to open the door to get out of his Lexus to call a cab, but he closes the door before you can get out of there.

“Hey!”

“I told Kondou I’d take you home and I’ll do that. Just behave, ok?”

“Let me out now. You are crazy!”

Hijikata holds your hands with just one of his to prevent you from trying to open the door again. He turns on the car again and locks the door so you can’t escape while he is driving.

“Kondou asked me during the conference if I could give you a ride. He saw you were uncomfortable with that man there. I don’t know if he knows him or not, but you know how he is.”

[gurugirl]

The Tiffany Club Part 14*

Summary: Harry goes to London for a week and he and Camille have to find a way to relieve their urges even when they're on different continents.

AN/Warning: I will have a * by the parts when smut is included. This warning list is comprehensive for all parts, not all contain smut or listed warnings. NSFW, smut, oral (male and female), 18+ only (as always), angst, dom & sub themes, sex work, light alcohol use, occasional mentions of disordered eating and food restrictions, DDlg, angst, unprotected sex, aggressive male behavior

Pairing: Sex club worker Camille x CEO!Harry Styles | Sugardaddy!Harry

Part 13*

Part 14*

Camille’s texts to me are inappropriate and dirty. I’ve been in London now for five days and I have another three to go before I’m back in New York City with her again. I knew I was going to miss her. I basically told the girl I would marry her and take care of her and I meant it. I’m a complete sap but I don’t even care. She’s an angel and I’m falling for her. There’s nothing about our relationship that’s normal by most standards but we work so well together when I’m not being jealous of the things she does with other men at her job. It makes me want to pull my hair out when she’s at work and I can’t be there.

Right now I’m in a dinner meeting and she’s been sending me pictures of herself and audio clips. I’ve warned her that she can’t touch herself when I’m not able to be alone and talk her through it, but she’s not listening and she’s being a brat. I’m also trying to get through this dinner so I can get back to my flat and take care of my cock that keeps threatening to plump up. I’ve had to put the phone away because she won’t stop.

Gerry is taking his sweet ass time and has ordered a Carajillo for an after-dinner drink and no one seems to be in a rush to get the fuck out of this stuffy restaurant like I am. But I’ll wait and be patient for another 20 minutes and then I’m calling a cab and getting Camille on the phone to finally address all the teasing she’s done all day.

“We are going to miss your presence, Harry! Having you in London every other month might be hard on everyone.” Cindy laughs and I offer her a fake chuckle in return. Cindy’s been trying to subtly flirt all night now that she knows Lindsay and I are over again. I had a thing with Cindy a year ago. It didn’t last long. Lindsay is friends with Cindy so she must have told her I broke it off with her. And if I weren’t feeling the way I do about Camille I’d take Cindy back to mine and take care of her tonight like I know she wants. She’s cute and her outfit is just revealing enough that she’s looking quite desperate, which is something I love.

Today is different, though. As fuckable as Cindy looks right now, Camille is on my mind and she’s the only one I want to fuck.

When we’re all finally heading to the front of the restaurant to catch cabs to go home I pull my phone out to take a peek and Camille has sent me a full on video with herself stuffed with a toy I bought her. I have to quickly close my phone before anyone sees. It immediately has me plumping in my pants again and I cannot get out of here fast enough.

I say goodbye to everyone and hail a taxi, when Cindy appears, her little hand reaching for my forearm to get my attention, “Harry… would you want to come to my place and have one more drink, a night cap?” She raises her brows and her offer is tempting. I’d much rather fuck her soft pussy than my own fist tonight (or my masturbation sleeve) but I have a task at hand, and that’s dealing with Camille.

“Sounds enticing, Cin. I probably should tell you I’m seeing someone else back in New York, though. I’d say yes, otherwise.” I smile down at her and she doesn’t release my arm at first. She just licks her lips and blinks her eyes at me.

“Well, she doesn’t have to know, right? I won’t tell. Doesn’t have to be anything serious, Harry.” She grins and I’m so close to just giving in and going back with her but I know it wouldn’t feel right after and I want to get on the phone with Camille fast because I miss her. I take a deep breath and look up as the taxi is pulling over to give me a ride.

“Here, take this taxi. I’ll get another one. I really can’t, Cindy. Believe me when I tell you I’d love to but it’s not going to happen. Okay?”

Cindy takes that as my final answer and I’m glad she didn’t pull out more stops to try and convince me because right now I’m horny and on edge thanks to Camille. But I wouldn’t cheat on her. I wouldn’t betray her. She means too much to me.

Back at my flat I immediately call my girl on Facetime and she answers the phone completely naked. Her tits on display for me, her hair a mess.

“Daddy… where have you been? I need to you to tell me I can come. I’m using the dildo you got for me and it feels so good. Not like your cock, though.”

I unbutton my shirt and begin to take off my layers as I head to my bedroom, “Told you not to touch yourself until I could direct you on how to do it. Now I’m not sure I want you to come at all. You’ve been a bad girl. I might just have you watch me come instead. Not sure you’ve been good enough to deserve an orgasm.”

I’m left in only my briefs as I rummage through my box of goodies and get out the lube and my masturbation sleeve. I’m already hard and it’s feeling painful.

I settle into my bed as I watch Camille purposely defy my orders as she continues sinking the dildo into her cunt and moaning.

I pull my briefs down and then set up the phone so she can see me as I stroke my cock and pour lube over my shaft and inside of the silicone sleeve.        

“Ooh, been missing that big cock all day. So pretty. I wish I could fill my mouth with it right now. I’m so horny for you Daddy!” She moans and then does a close up of her pussy with the toy inside and I groan at how turned on I am.

“Yeah? Wish I could fuck your face and leave you to suffer with no orgasm after you’ve choked down my come. You’re still being naughty, Camille.” I bring the toy up to my tip and push it over my thick head. It feels so good to be finally alone with her and to be able to touch my prick.

“Mmm… that’s better than not being with you. I’d take anything you give me, Daddy. But you’re not here so I’m feeling bad. I want to be bad. I want you to punish me when you get back.”

I grunt out a laugh as I get going with my own toy. It feels good but not as good as a nice warm pussy. Camille’s is the best pussy I’ve ever had.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, baby. I’ll be giving you exactly what you deserve when I’m home. You’re in for it.” We are silent for a bit as we continue masturbating. We’re both on edge and I’m so close to coming already its embarrassing.

“Daddy… please. Please. I wanna come so bad. I wish it was your cock inside of me. I hate you being away.”

I grunt as my toy moves over my length and I begin to fondle my balls. My legs are spread and she has a view of everything I’m doing as if she were laying in between my legs watching me.

“Mmm… this toy feels really good, Camille. Probably feels better than your little pussy even. Might have to just fuck into this every night instead of you. At least this sleeve won’t disobey Daddy and act like a brat.”

I hasten the pace a bit, really feeling the beads inside of the sleeve, wishing it was Camille. Watching her on the phone, though, this is a pretty close second to the real thing.

“No! I would die. I need you always. Need your cock, your tongue, your fingers, your words… I need you, Daddy. Please don’t replace me.”

She whines as she lets go of the dildo, finally stopping her movements and so it’s just filling her hole now, not being lodged in deeper like she was.

“Just sit there looking pretty for Daddy, don’t move that toy anymore. I want to watch your pretty cunt stuffed full while when I come.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do anything you want.” She whimpers and shifts her hips before spreading her legs wider apart and watched the screen of her phone while I’m fucking into my soft sleeve.

“Coulda had another pussy tonight. Coulda gone to someone else’s place and fucked her soft cunt like she wanted me to and I might have if I’d have known you were gonna be so bad. Teach you a lesson about being a brat.”

“No! Harry! Oh my god!?” Camille sits up and pulls the phone up to her face and I can see the big pout on her mouth, “Are you serious?”

I stop what I’m doing and realize I might have taken it too far. Camille gets very sensitive when she’s subby and I was feeling too horny and dazed out in dominance, forgetting that she is just as possessive as I am.

I laugh lightly and pull the phone up to my own face, “No, baby. I would never do that. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I promise I don’t want anyone but you. Sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck this up.”

She’s still frowning and I watch as she leans over and sits the dildo down on the blanket. “Harry, I don’t like that. Did someone really ask you to fuck them tonight? Is that why you were gone so long? Now I’m really worried.” Her sweet eyes turned sad and it made me feel guilty.

“Baby… I was at a work dinner. There is a woman that asked me back to hers but I declined. Obviously I only want you. It’s why I’m on the phone with you now. If I were a douchebag I would have taken her up on it and you wouldn’t have heard from me at all tonight. I told her I was seeing someone. Nothing happened.”

She lays back onto her bed, her hair sprawled out behind her head, a pout still on her face.

“I believe you but I don’t like anyone thinking about you like that. I’m going to London next time and coming with you everywhere so no woman will ever think she even has a chance.”

I laugh and shake my head, “Baby, no one’s got a chance. Now that I’ve met you… my dream girl, you’re all I want.”

Camille smiles, finally and then she seems to brighten up, “That’s good to hear. Is she pretty, though?”

Uh oh. Here we go with this. I think to myself what the best plan of action is. Tell her the truth and let her know that Cindy is a knockout who I’ve had the pleasure of fucking in the past, or tell her a lie…

I clear my throat, “No. Now that I’ve met my dream girl, no one compares to you. Not even close. You had me on edge all night with all your texts and videos. Couldn’t even think about anyone but you, baby.”

It was partly true. No one really can compare to Camille. But I was thinking a little bit about Cindy because she was looking really tasty tonight and I’ve had her before so I know what she looks like naked. Even with that, I still didn’t want her as much as I wanted to come back to my flat and call Camille, even though I can’t have Camille physically.

She nods and grins at me, “Okay, Daddy. But I am coming with you to London next time. Don’t want to be away from you.”

I nod and get back into position, still sporting a raging boner that needs attending, “Now, let’s get back to it, shall we? I think since Daddy was insensitive I’ll let you come as an apology. How’s that sound, baby?”

 Camille is quick to adjust herself and reinsert the dildo. We quickly get back to our mutual masturbation and I talk her through everything while she mewls and moans.

“Slowly. There you go. Don’t want you coming to fast. Daddy wants to come with you. Wish it were your sweet little pussy I was fucking into right now. This sleeve feels good but it’s no comparison to you. Daddy needs his baby badly.” I groan out as the beads press into my frenulum just right.

“Oooh, yes, Daddy! That makes me feel so good. I’m pretending this is you fucking into my cunt but it’s so hard because you stretch me out like nothing else. I miss how deep you get into my tummy, how hard you thrust into me and poke things inside of me that nothing else has ever touched.”

We both pant and moan for a bit and my orgasm is coming back quickly.

“Just a few more days, baby and I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. Gonna have you squirting all over me. Make it so you can’t walk. You’ll have to take off work for a whole week just so I can tend to you and fuck you and make up for lost time. How’s that sound?”

“Yes! I want it. I want you. I need you to beat my ass hard too, so I can’t sit and then you have to help me with everything so you don’t leave my side, and you just fuck me softly for hours and we both miss work…”

She gasps and I can hear how wet she is. It’s driving me insane. I want her so bad. I want her with me all the time.

“I’ll do whatever you want, baby. We’ll do it all together, okay. Now, daddy’s about to come so I need you to tell me how close you are. Are you rubbing your clit nice and firm how I told you?”

“Fuck… I am… I’m going to come as soon as you allow me. I’m ready to gush all over this dildo, daddy. Please!”

I stroke the sleeve over my cock quickly and focus on my tip where my frenulum is and I whine her name as my thighs begin to shake.

“You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Fuck baby. I’m gonna come, just imagining coming inside of your hot pussy and filling you to the brim. Shit. Shit!” It feels good and looking at her mouth dropped open with her fingers rubbing over her clit and her other hand being used to fuck the dildo into her cunt has me tipped over to the end as I begin to come into my sleeve with a loud groan.

“Come with me now, baby. Let me hear you, come. Daddy’s coming right now!”

The connection we have on the phone just doesn’t do this moment justice. It’s as hot as it can be since we’re on different continents, and I can see her but it’s not like being with her in person. Her moans are muted from the way my phone lets her voice come through, the picture is pretty good, but it’s nothing like seeing how shiny she gets and how she drips down to her asshole. I want to lick her up and feel her shaking as she comes around my cock. Having sex with her is like nothing else.

I can hear she’s orgasming and I wish I could see better how wet she is, but I can hear the slick noises and her own whimpers as she comes down from her orgasm.

I slow down my movements and breathe out a sigh as I wither into my bed. I needed that. I think she did too.

When we’re both back to our senses we laugh and clean up together. I take my phone with me into my bathroom and she goes into hers.

“You’re definitely coming with me next time. As much as I enjoy phone sex with my girl, there’s nothing better than having the real thing. I want you with me at all times. Even if I have to kidnap you.” I chuckle, only half kidding. I’m ready to force her to quit her job and be with me all the time. Waiting for me when I get home, no panties, dripping she’s so desperate because she’s missed me while I’m work all day. I just want her to myself and I can admit I’m totally gone for her.

Once I’ve gotten into bed she stays on the phone with me until I’ve fallen asleep. She’s got work and with the time difference, it’s still midday for her. I find myself whining about her having to go to work before finally falling into a peaceful sleep.

Part 15*

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Can I ask for drunk Nesta flirting with Cassian in front of the ic and him getting all flustered but being secretly pleased about it???

Hell yeah you can! I love this idea! It wasn’t specified so I’m going modern here just because I’m not really sure where this could’ve happened in the canon timeline without a bunch of other factors impeding. Also I’m throwing in a dash of my fav jealous Cassian 😏

It wasn’t that Cassian didn’t want to be there. Well, no, actually that was exactly what it was. Cassian didn’t want to be there. He was exhausted and he hadn’t gotten to the gym that morning and he had a massive deadline that Rhys kept insisting they could push back but Cassian didn’t want to. He just wanted to go home and finish his report and maybe have a glass of whiskey to close off a truly awful week.

But Feyre’s art exhibit opened earlier that week and he hadn’t even gotten to see it yet and so it wasn’t like he could blow off her big party when he already felt like the world’s worst friend.

And he was completely lying to himself and everyone else. He didn’t want to be there because he didn’t want to watch Eris Vanserra’s slimy ass mill about the elegantly decorated, high ceilinged, natural light dripping, beautiful space, with his eyes glued to Nesta’s ass as if it was the art they were meant to be appreciating.

Did Cassian also appreciate every inch of her body like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo? Yeah but that was besides the point. And he had the respect to do it subtly.

“Remind me why he’s invited,” Cassian grumbled into his overpriced merlot. Because apparently only wine was classy enough for these fancy, classy, art events.

“He’s Lucien’s brother.” Azriel also didn’t look impressed by Eris’ uninvited hand on the small of Nesta’s back. Or the way he kept refilling her glass before she asked or was even done. “And he’s richer than Midas and spends a lot of that money on art.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “We have as much money as he does.”

“Yes but you know Feyre’s rule. No family purchases. She doesn’t want to be a success just because Rhys could buy and sell this entire gallery.” Azriel was stoic as usual. Betraying no opinion on the matter.

It was several hours of carefully constructed comments where Cassian pretended he knew anything about art and pretended his neck wasn’t getting increasingly hot under his collar as Eris kept glued to Nesta’s side.

Cassian had no right to be jealous. He knew that. He and Nesta weren’t anything. Casual flirting. Witty banter. Eternal, pining, unrequited love on his end that she didn’t even seem to notice or care about. So fine. Maybe Eris was her type. It wasn’t his place to interfere.

Except that she really needed a glass of water right now and-

Cassian’s hand darted out on instinct as Nesta walked past him, wobbling a little on her completely impractical shoes.

“Careful sweetheart.”

He braced for the hissed don’t call me that, but When he looked up Nesta was blinking slowly through a hazy wall of the wrong wine.

The wrong wine because Eris had been giving her a Nappa Cab Sauv all night when she preferred old world Syrah. Which was probably why she kept drinking it so quickly, looking for her opportunity to get what she really wanted.

“Cass,” she smiled. It was a little lopsided and definitely off kilter, but even through her wine brain he could see that she was playing at something. Nesta had never called him Cass in his life. “It’s so good to see you!” Her voice went up a full octave and she pressed her entire body against his as she hugged him.

The display turned a few heads in their direction. It was mostly just family at this point, and Eris who couldn’t learn how to take a fucking hint. Technically, he supposed, Eris was family. Nesta’s fucking brother in law. Was that how it worked? Was the brother of the person your sister married also your brother in law? Brother in law once removed?

Not important, moron. Drunk Nesta. Body. Wrapped in a tight sheath dress and clinging to him. Cassian closed his hands around her back and got lost for a minute.

Holding her against him like she was made to fit in his arms. Breathing in her scent like he could capture it in a bottle and spray it on his pillow every night before he went to bed.

Someone cleared their throat. Feminine. High pitched. Mor.

Nesta had already let go and was smirking at him a little. He dropped his hands immediately. “Um, yeah, always a pleasure.”

“Interesting choice of words,” Nesta’s grin was feline. She was definitely up to something. And normally he would make a stupid remark, probably something about how much more pleasurable the evening would be back at his apartment, except that she was drunk and his entire family was staring and Eris was still standing there.

“Can I get you a glass of water?” It seemed like the right thing to say. To offer. Feyre smiled a little, a silent thank you. Azriel was covering a laugh, Mor was watching them both with narrowed eyes like a hawk, and Rhys honestly couldn’t have cared less. Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Or maybe throw you into a pool,” Cassian joked stupidly.

“You should probably buy me dinner before offering to get me wet.” Someone dropped a glass. Cassian honestly thought it might have been him and he wouldn’t have noticed. Not in that moment. Not with Nesta looking at him through hooded eyes and talking about…

He could do this. His pants were not getting tight. Not at all. Because he wasn’t a damn teenager.

“I- um- do you-”

Nesta burst out laughing. It was a sound he’d never heard from her. She was usually all sultry under her breath snorts or ironic guffaws. Full, deep, angels singing, laughter was not usual for Nesta.

As evidenced by the fact the no one was even pretending not to be watching them anymore.

“I’ve got her.” Eris pushed himself back to Nesta’s side.

“Does he?” Nesta looked straight at Cassian, one eyebrow raised. “Because I’m willing to bet he wouldn’t have made it past glass two if your family wasn’t here.”

Azriel coughed. Amren cackled.

“You… do you want him to have you?” It came out wrong. The words. He meant did she want Eris to take her to get some water. Like he offered. He didn’t mean, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…

“I want you to have me.” She was drunk. She was so drunk and it shouldn’t have been hot but fuck him it was. It wasn’t some sloppy college night out messed up drunk. It was a woman whose inhibitions had been soaked in wine just enough that every word out of her mouth was low and hot and honest.

“Find somewhere else to be, Vanserra.”

“Hey man what the fuck? We were talking-“

Cassian scoffed, snapping out of whatever flustered mess Nesta had put him in. “Anyone who gave her that much Cab Sauv doesn’t deserve to talk to her. Get lost.”

“I saw you eyeing the bottle,” Nesta laughed a little, swaying on her toes. Cassian moved his hands from a support on her bicep to a full arm around the waist support. Even if she did try to fall he could lift her with one arm easy. “Thought you might say something after…”

After the night they spent in her apartment with a bottle of her favourite Syrah only a week ago. It hadn’t been on purpose. Feyre and Elain and Azriel and Lucien were all supposed to be there. And they all conveniently cancelled only after he’d already showed up.

Which, judging by the barely contained grins on their faces, was even less of a coincidence than he thought. Busybodies.

“I’d offer you a glass of Syrah now, but I think what you need is a coffee.”

“Oh but then I’ll never sleep. And I do think I’m ready for bed.”

Sensing that he’d lost, Eris swore under his breath and stomped off.

“Let me take you home, Nes.” Cassian whispered into her hair.

“Hmm, your place or mine.”

“Yours,” he kissed her temple, pulling her legs out from under her and not even paying his family a backwards glance. “For a nightcap of 2 big glasses of water and a bottle of aspirin that I’m going to leave on your nightstand for the morning.”

“You don’t want to be there in the morning?”

Cassian groaned. “You said it yourself, Sweetheart. Dinner first.”

“You’re never going to let me live this down.” Nesta sighed, head lulling onto his shoulder.

“Actually go for dinner with me next week and I promise to never bring this night up again. And bribe our friends to do the same.”

“Deal,” Nesta said immediately.

An hour later after Cassian had supervised Nesta drinking her water he was about to leave her apartment when she yawned.

“Hey Cass,” she mumbled, half asleep.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“You made a bad bargain. I would’ve gone out with you either way.”

Cassian chuckled, a low rumble. “I’m satisfied with the bargain I made.”

“Cheesy as hell.”

“You love it.”

Nesta laughed, “I am prepared to tolerate it at best.”

“Good enough for me.”

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Plus Two - Chapter 5

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic

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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  sex talk

Synopsis:  Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire.  Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus two.

Chapter 5

The sudden dip of the bed and tug of the sheet from your naked body ripped you from what had been a deep and peaceful sleep.  You slept better with people there.  Sometimes you wondered if that’s why you bedhopped so much, but then you’d remember that sex was pretty fucking awesome too, and you’d stop psychoanalyzing yourself.

It was still dark and as you opened your eyes a crack, you could only make out the outline of Pepper’s naked body as she sat up at the edge of the bed.  You reached over and grabbed at the sheet that she was holding against herself.

“Come back,” you complained, as the sheet tugged away, leaving her completely naked.  “It’s still dark.”

“I have to go,” she said, getting up.  “Tony expects me to be there with breakfast and coffee, and if he has a guest I’ll have to boot her out with her clothes dry cleaned.”

You groaned and rolled onto your back so your head was almost hanging over the edge of the mattress.  “Fuck Tony.”

She laughed and scooped up her bra as she leaned over and kissed you.  It was too brief and you chased her lips as she pulled away.  “I’d rather fuck you.  But I worked really hard to get where I am.  I have to be there.”

“Just tell him you got held up because you were having amazing sex with a rock god,” you argued.  “He’d totally understand.”

“You’re making this really hard on me,” she said as she began to redress.  “I would love nothing more to get back into bed with you and not leave it for three days.  But I have to go home and change first.”

You huffed and crawled back up the bed, grabbing your phone.  “I’ll call you a car.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Pepper assured you.  “I can get a cab.”

“No way,” you said as you dialed the number.  “It’s the least I can do if you’re not going to stay for breakfast.”

“Well, thank you,” she said.

As you ordered her a town car, she finished dressing in the clothes she’d worn last night.  When you hung up the phone she came over and kissed you again.  “I had so much fun last night.”

“Mm…” you hummed as you trailed your fingers under the curve of her breast.  “If you stayed we could have more of that fun.”

She laughed and stood up.  “You’re worse than Tony,” she teased.  “Can I see you again?”

“I mean, I’m coming by Tony’s house later, so there’s a good chance you wouldn’t be able to avoid me if you wanted to,” you said.  “But yes.  I’d actually really like that.  You should have my number.  Give me a call.”

“I will,” she said.  “Get some sleep.  I’ll see you later.”

It was the late morning, coming on to the afternoon when you were finally maneuvering up the windy driveway to Tony’s Malibu home.  You weren’t exactly a morning person on days you didn’t drink heavily and stay up having sex until the early morning.  Days where you did, mornings were a complete write-off.  Thankfully your career allowed for late mornings and long lunches with billionaire friends who had stood you up the night before.

You parked the car out front and JARVIS let you in automatically, informing you that Tony was down in the lab.  You didn’t see Pepper at all and you assumed she was probably at the office or running an errand.  You headed downstairs and let yourself into the lab.

Tony was crouched over some circuitry soldering something while DUM-E his bot held a magnifying glass in front of the circuits.  He didn’t notice your arrival at all and you leaned against the table beside him and watched him work.  After a little while, he looked up to grab something and nearly fell back out of his chair.

“Holy shit!  Are you trying to kill me?” he cursed, grabbing his chest.

You doubled over laughing.  “That was fucking amazing,” you wheezed.  “Oh god, Tony!”

He leaned against the table laughing with you, pressing his forehead against the back of his hand, and once he seemed centered again he got up and switched off the soldering iron and opened a computer screen up.  “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh are you?” you scoffed.  “Because I would have been glad you were at your office ready to take me out for dinner like you promised.”

“Yeah, yeah, it looks like you were suffering terribly,” he said as he opened up a file on his computer.   “With my assistant!”

You gasped at the photo of you and Pepper getting into the back of my town car popped up on the screen.  “Where did you find that?!”

“I have my ways,” Tony scolded.  “How could you?  She’s my assistant!”

“There’s no rule about me dating your assistant,” you argued.

“Oh, dating is it?  You’re dating her?  You didn’t just take her home and have your filthy way with her?” he ranted, waving his hand at the picture of the two of you.

You lost it, grabbing the desk as you completely broke down into peals of laughter.  “You are such an idiot!” you wheezed.

“I’m glad I’m entertaining for you,” Tony snarked.  “But seriously.  What the hell?”

“You stood me up!” you yelped.

“You fucked my assistant!” he countered.

“Why is this such a big deal to you?” you asked.

“Because,” he huffed.  “I’ve had sex with you and now when I look at her I’ll think about what you look like when you’re being fucked, only she’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

“No you won’t,” you said.  “Because while I’m allowed to fuck her in whatever fashion I so desire, you are absolutely not allowed to think of our naked bodies all covered in sweat while we go to absolute town on each other.”

“Now you’re just being unfair,” he sulked and grabbed his keys and wallet from the bench.  “Come on, let’s get lunch.”

“Yes, you owe me,” you said as you followed him back upstairs.

Tony drove you out to Nobu in his yellow Lotus Exige and the two of you were well into the exorbitant amount of sushi he’d ordered and he still hadn’t given up talking about you and Pepper.  He was like a dog with a bone.

“I hope you had a nice time,” he said as he picked up a piece of tuna and dipped it into soy sauce.

“We did.  Thanks for paying for us,” you teased.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and gave you a look, clearly trying to see if you were serious or not.  “Oh, of course, I did,” he sighed.  “I suppose I deserved that.”

“You can afford it,” you said.  “And maybe it will teach you a lesson about not standing me up.”

“I seriously doubt that,” he teased.  “But I am sorry.”

“Are you?” you asked.

He shrugged.  “I might have been if you didn’t fuck my assistant.”

You laughed and took a sip of your saké.  “You know, Tony, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were jealous.”

“Who me?”  Tony scoffed and waved his hand at you.  “I don’t care who or what you put that all up on.”

“I didn’t say you were jealous of her,” you deadpanned.

He blinked at you and shook his head in disbelief.  “Yeah, right.  You just can’t go around sleeping with your friend’s assistants.  It’s shitting where you eat.”

You wrinkled your nose and put down the maki roll you were about to eat.   “Well, I guess I’m done with lunch now.”

Tony laughed and took the piece you’d just put down and ate it with a smirk.  “You get what I’m saying though right?  You’re my friend, she’s my employee - not just any employee either.  She’s around me all the time.  She books my haircuts.  She moves my money around.  Shit, she even kicks my one-night stands out of the house.  You say you’re dating her?  Let’s say I even believe that you’re in a place where you want to settle down.  What happens if it actually works out and I have to tell my best friend’s wife that I need her to make me a new coffee because she fucked up the first one.”

“Has Pepper ever fucked up your coffee?” You asked.

“No, but that’s not the point and you know it.  And what if you have a great big messy breakup?  Then she’s gotta come to work and keep seeing you because you and I are close and - AND!  We keep fucking each other,” Tony continued.  “And let’s face it, honey.  I love you, but you’re not ready to settle down with anyone.  Are you even going to call her again?  Am I going to have to hear about how terrible my friend is for ghosting her by the end of this week?”

You huffed and folded your arms over your chest.  “You suck - you know that?”

“I didn’t sleep with your assistant,” he deadpanned.

You poured yourself another shot of saké and threw it back in one hit, relishing the burn of it going down.  When you put the cup down you shifted back in your chair with a huff.  “I really like her, Tony,” you whined.

“Yeah, she’s awesome,” Tony agreed.  “That’s why I hired her.”

“Tony…” you whined again.

Tony lowered his sunglasses down his nose and looked at you over the top of them.  “Are you really begging me to let you see my assistant again?”

“Yes.  I want to see her again.  I said I’d see her again.  Don’t make me ghost her,” you begged.

Tony sat up straight and folded his arms.  “What are your intentions with my daughter.  And by daughter, I mean extremely good assistant who I don’t want to lose because you can’t keep your fingers out of places they don’t belong.”

“I don’t know.  I just like her.  I liked hanging out with her,” you said.

He shook his head.  “So be friends.”

“I liked hanging out with her naked in my bed,” you added.

Tony laughed, and leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose.  “God damn it.  I really can’t with you.”

“Is that a; yes I can see her again?” you asked.

“You really actually want to date my assistant?” Tony asked.  “Not just do with her what you do with me?”

“I mean I want to do some of the things I do with you.  A lot might need a strap on though,” you joked.

Tony roared with laughter.  “Fine.  Fine, you can date Pepper,” he said and turned his gaze directly on yours.  “But I swear to god if you mess this up for me...  I don’t want to hire another assistant.”

“You won’t.”

“You better be nice to her,” he added.  “I mean it.  If you’re just going to do the fuck buddies thing then you better make sure she’s on the same fucking page as you.  And if you’re dating, and you break up, I swear to god, you better have the most amicable break up in known history.”

“We will,” you agreed.  “You know me, Tony.  I can maintain the friendship.”

He sighed and poured the last of the saké into his cup.  “It is going to suck if you two get married.  I’m going to be like, ‘hey remember when I let your wife put on a strap on and fuck me up the ass until I was coming dry?  Those were good times.  Hey, can you get her a birthday present and say it’s from me.  Thanks, dear.’ I’m not going to be able to look her in the eye.”

“Let me?  Begged me would be more accurate,” you teased.  “And I dunno, maybe don’t tell her about that if you don’t want her to know.”

“As if you’re not going to tell your wife that you fucked her boss up the ass,” Tony snarked and downed the last of the shot.

You laughed and reached over and took his hand.  “I love you, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” he said.  “I love you too.  But you owe me big for this.”

// NEXT

[twdsunshine]

Lost In The Act: Pt. 2

Summary:  With an upcoming family gathering weighing heavy on her shoulders, Jess turns to Rick Grimes, her friend and colleague, for support.  She knows the long weekend will be filled with pressure and expectations, piled on by her well-meaning parents who cannot understand why their sweet girl is still single.  When Rick offers to accompany her as her date, she eagerly accepts, but, with long-suppressed feelings simmering beneath the surface and her past lurking around every corner, will she be able to keep up the act?

Pairings: Rick Grimes x OFC

Warnings:  Language

Word Count:  4,188

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Author’s Note:  Thanks again to the lovely @greghouse for commissioning this one.  I’m sorry it got away from me and ended up being so damn long!  I really hope you enjoy!  Still a couple more parts to come...

*****

The next six days flew by alarmingly fast, in that way that time does when certain doom is looming around the corner.  No sooner had Jess cruised into the parking lot behind Rick, having collected her car from outside the bar where she’d left it, than she was climbing into the cab of his truck after work the following Friday, ready to make the long drive to her parents’ place.  He’d picked her up to take her to the office that morning, tucking her holdall down behind her seat, and now he was sliding behind the wheel, rubbing a hand over his face, a frisson of nervous energy buzzing in the air around him.  

“You ready for this?”

“Not remotely,” Jess admitted, sucking in a deep breath.  “Are we crazy for even trying this?”

“Probably.  You’ve already told your mom you’re bringin’ someone though, right?”  At her nod, Rick squared his shoulders, the image of a man preparing to meet his fate head on, and Jess tried to ignore the flex of the muscles in his arms as he drew himself up.  They’d both showered and changed at the station at the end of their shift, and he was clad now in worn jeans, which seemed to sit sinfully low on his narrow hips, and a dark shirt.  She couldn’t quite decide if it was blue or green, but it brought out the colour of his eyes so perfectly that meeting his gaze felt like diving headfirst into the ocean.  Jess found that she was honestly caught between a feeling of pride that this was the man she was taking home to meet her parents and frustration that he didn’t actually belong to her, and she was going to have to try her best to remember that when she was putting on the act for her family.  “I promised I’d do this for you, so I’m gonna,” Rick went on, decisively, and Jess felt a glow of warmth for her friend.  “Just try not to leave me alone with them, okay?”

“I swear.”

If she was uncharacteristically quiet on the drive up, then Rick didn’t call her on it, instead leaving her to her thoughts.  The radio was tuned to some generic country station, one of his guilty pleasures, she knew, and occasionally he would sing along or drum against the steering wheel in time to the beat.  Traffic, once they got past Atlanta, was light, and they made good time, rolling the windows down when they reached the open country and letting the cool evening air flow in.  At one point, Rick’s phone rang, and he put it on hands-free, chatting easily with his son for a few minutes, catching up on Carl’s week at school and discussing the latest episode of a series they’d both been watching.

“Sorry again about this weekend, buddy,” Rick said softly before he rang off.  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“That’s okay.  I’m sleeping over at Jamie’s tomorrow night now.  He just got the latest Playstation for his birthday last week!”

“That sounds fun.  I’ll call you on Monday, okay?

“Okay, Dad.  Bye!”

“Bye, buddy.  I love you.”

The line went dead, and Rick smiled to himself, casting a sideways glance at Jess who was watching him with guilt written over her face.  “You were supposed to have Carl this weekend?”

“It’s fine, Jess, don’t worry about it.  He’s a good kid; he understands.”

“He does?” Jess frowned.  “What exactly did you tell him?”

“That I was helpin’ out a friend.”  Rick’s smirk went some way to putting her at ease, though she still hated that he’d lost valuable time spent with his son.  He’d been struggling to bond with the boy since the divorce, she knew, and she didn’t want to be responsible for making the situation worse.

“I wish you’d have told me.”

“You’d have told me not to come.”

“Yeah, I would!”

“Which is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”  He fixed her with a pointed look before turning his focus back to the road.  “It’s done now.  Besides, we’re nearly there.”

He was right.  They’d reached the border of her old neighbourhood, and Jess found herself growing jittery, her excitement at seeing her family after so long warring for prevalence with her anxiety over the story they were about to spin.  The sensation only heightened as the truck rolled to a stop in the driveway of her childhood home.  Nostalgia hit her like a tidal wave at the familiar sight - the rope swing that hung from the beech tree in the front yard, the handprints pressed into the concrete path that curved towards the porch - and she swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very much like the young girl that had hurried up those same front steps as she got home from school.  As if sensing the depth of her emotions, Rick reached over to rest a hand on her knee, the warmth and solidity of his touch grounding her, at least for the moment.  He was reassuringly calm, on the surface at least, and she clung to that with everything she had, knowing that, if there was any way she could make it through the next couple of days, it would be with this man at her side.  There was nobody she trusted more.

“You ready for this?” he asked again, just as he’d done before they left the station, but this time she nodded.  “Alright then.  Let’s go.”

By the time Jess had slipped from the truck, Rick had already rounded the vehicle to reach her side, slinging his own bag over his shoulder so he could grab hers too, ignoring her attempts to take it from him and carry it herself.  Instead, he laced his free fingers through hers in a gesture that felt surprisingly intimate and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, almost like he was slipping into character, and, if she shivered at the brush of his lips, she would blame it on the cold that had rolled in with the gathering dusk.  “Here goes nothing.”

As if on cue, the front door of the house flew open, and Jess’s mom appeared, waving eagerly at the couple as they made their way along the path, and they’d barely made it up the porch steps before Jess found herself pulled into a tight hug that smelt of floral perfume, pot roast and apple pie.  She melted into the embrace, releasing her hold on Rick’s hand so she could wrap her mother up in her arms and squeeze her tight.  It really had been too long.  But, all too soon, the older woman was pulling away, turning her attention to her daughter’s handsome new beau.  “So, you must be Rick?”

*****

Watching Jess reunite with her mom had filled Rick with a warm glow, and he’d been happy to stand back and let the women get reacquainted.  Their similarities were evident immediately - apparently Jess had her mother’s eyes, the same skin tone, and the same dark hair, though her mom’s was cut shorter and streaked with grey.  Even so, the obvious likeness put him at ease, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Jess had been so worried about.  This woman didn’t seem all that scary - or so he thought.  Then she turned her full focus on Rick, and those warm hazel eyes narrowed with suspicion as they raked over him, taking him in from head to toe until he felt like a bug under a microscope, small and insignificant and bound to be found wanting.  “So, you must be Rick?”

Drawing himself up to his full height and channelling the disarming confidence that he’d been told made him so good at his job, Rick took a step forward, holding out his hand and fixing a crooked smile on his face.  “Yes, ma’am, Rick Grimes.  It’s a pleasure to meet you at last...”

“...Jayne.”  She took his hand, her grip far stronger than he would have imagined her capable of, and he stooped to kiss her cheek, playing up to the role of doting son-in-law that he’d once been so good at.  He could do this, he told himself.  Lori’s parents had adored him, pretty much from the start, and he was certainly better with people now than he had been as the gangly teenager he’d been when they’d first started dating.  He just had to hold it together, let Jess take the lead, and it would all be fine.

Following the two women into the house, he dropped their luggage inside the door, reaching for Jess’s hand again, though whether it was part of the act or a way to reassure himself he couldn’t say.  Perhaps he was just making the most of having an excuse to indulge in the thrill of her touch, because it had been so long since he’d been allowed to reach for any woman like this, let alone one that he spent far too much time battling his desire for.  Either way, he had to relinquish his hold on her once again when Jess’s father eased himself out of his armchair in front of the television, opening his arms to his little girl.  “Jessie!  How are you, sweetheart?”

“Daddy!”  The eagerness with which Jess fell into the older man’s embrace told Rick that she was a daddy’s girl through and through, and he could understand now why she hadn’t wanted to miss the celebration, even if the stress of it had almost been too much for her.  “It’s so good to see you!”

“How was the drive up?  You made good time!  We weren’t expecting you for another half hour.”

“It was fine.  Rick drove us.”  Her father’s gaze slipped past his daughter, landing on Rick where he lingered in the doorway to the living room, and, as he had on the porch, he felt painfully aware that he was being scrutinised.  “Rick, come say hi to my dad.”

“Sir.”  Rick strolled across the room, his bow legs keeping the movement far more casual than he felt in the moment, and, for the second time in just a few minutes, he found his hand clasped in a biting grip.  “This is a beautiful home you’ve got here.  Thank you for havin’ me.”

“Please, call me John.”  Planting his hands on his hips, the threat of a frown darkened his features as Rick looped his arm around Jess’s waist, relieved when she pressed herself into his side as he’d hoped she would.  He definitely felt more comfortable doing this when he had her close.  “Can’t say we weren’t surprised when our Jessie told us she wanted to bring someone.  First we’d heard that you were anything more than a friend.”

“Yeah, I can see why that might’ve been a shock.  I guess we’ve both gotten into the habit of keepin’ things quiet.  Comes from workin’ together, y’know?  Don’t wanna make things uncomfortable at the station.”

“Sounds like you expect to be breaking up sometime soon if you’re worrying about things like that.  Not exactly a solid foundation to build a relationship on now, is it?”

“Dad,” Jess chided him quietly, but Rick dropped his touch to her hip, squeezing gently, a silent communication that it was okay.

“John,” he started before feeling Jayne’s gaze on him, too, as she circled round to stand beside her husband.  “Jayne.  I know it must seem like we’ve been keepin’ secrets from you both, but I want to assure you that it isn’t like that.  The truth is, I care deeply for your daughter.  In fact, I think she might just be the most amazin’ person I’ve ever met, and I want this to work, more than anythin’.  But, the fact is, sometimes things just don’t work out, and I don’t want to do anythin’ that might make either of our positions untenable if that should be the case, because…  I honestly can’t imagine not having Jess in my life.”

It was a good speech, Rick knew, even without any prior preparation, though, if Jess asked him about it later on, he would lie and tell her he’d practised it, just in case they’d needed convincing.  The fact that most of it was the honest truth lent a certain credibility that he wasn’t sure he could have faked, even if he’d had months to rehearse.  Still, the look she was giving him right then, blinking up at him with a fierce intensity that took his breath away, was one hundred times more satisfying than the acceptance painted over her parents’ faces.  

“I told you he was a good one, guys.”

“You certainly have a way with words,” Jayne conceded.  “Now, it’s getting late.  The two of you must be hungry.  Follow me.”

*****

The conversation over dinner was, thankfully, relaxed, with Rick regaling Jayne and John with stories of some of the weirder scenes he’d been called out to whilst on duty, and Jess filling them in on the few days she’d spent in Charleston recently, catching up with an old school friend.  It gave Rick the opportunity to draw breath for a moment, let his guard down just a little, and he found he was almost enjoying himself as Jess’s hand crept over his where it rested on the tabletop and gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze.  Jayne, it turned out, was a phenomenal cook, and Rick, who had been mainly existing on takeaways and TV dinners since he’d moved out of the house he’d shared with Lori, was especially appreciative, wolfing down two helpings of both the main course and dessert, unable to resist swiping his finger through the lingering traces of ice cream in his bowl and sucking it clean.  He honestly couldn’t remember a time when he’d last felt so content.

“You want some help with the dishes, Mom?” Jess asked when Jayne stood to clear the table, but her mother just shook her head, collecting the empty glasses and moving them across to the sink.

“No, that’s okay, sweetheart.  Why don’t you go on upstairs and show Rick your room?  I’m sure you’re both tired after that long drive, and on top of a full day at work too.”

“Exhausted,” Jess admitted, and Rick grinned as he watched her stifle a yawn.  He’d noticed how she seemed to be flagging by the end of the meal, slumping lower in her seat, eyes taking on a slightly glazed look, though he thought that might have been down to the wine that John had opened as they sat down to eat.  “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Plenty of time to muck in tomorrow when the rest of the clan arrive,” Jayne pointed out, “and you’ll need your rest before then.  It’ll be a madhouse!”

“Just the way you like it.”  Pressing a kiss to the older woman’s cheek and then moving to do the same to her father, Jess bid them both goodnight.

Their footsteps were muffled against the thick carpet as they climbed the stairs, Rick once again clutching both of their bags.  The upstairs corridor was lined with solid wooden doors, and Jess led him to the one at the far end, pushing it open with a flourish.  

“This is us.”  

The first thing Rick noticed was the bed - just the one, of course, and didn’t that bring ideas to mind that he had no place thinking about when this was all just for show.  Not only that, but it seemed to be a queen size, a small double no more than about four foot across.  If they decided to share, it would be almost impossible to do so without coming into some sort of close contact, and his mouth went dry as he tried to cover up the flush creeping up his neck by shifting his gaze to scan over the rest of the room.  It reminded him of a hotel, impersonal and adorned with several canvases on the walls, country scenes in muted colours.  If he’d been trying to imagine what Jess’s childhood bedroom looked like, this was definitely not what he'd pictured.

As if sensing his train of thought, Jess giggled.  “Yeah, my folks changed it into another guest room when I moved to King County.  Guess they figured I wouldn’t be coming by to visit as often.  I think most of my teenage angst is now in boxes in the garage.”

“You were an angsty teenager?”

“Oh, of course.  Obsessing over celebrities that I’d never meet and boys in my class that were way out of my league, writing dark poetry about my secret pain, scribbling in my journal about how misunderstood I was…  You’ve got all this to come with Carl, y’know?”

Rick grunted.  “God, don’t.  I can already feel the waves of resentment comin’ off of him whenever I pick him up.  Like I’ve single-handedly ruined his future now that he’s from a broken home.”

“There’s nothing broken about it,” Jess assured him.  “So, you and his mom aren’t together anymore.  You both love the bones of that boy, and I’m sure he knows it.  Hell, you’ve gone out of your way to be civil to Lori, despite everything, just to try to make things easier for him.  One day he’ll thank you for that.”

“Maybe.”  The mood had shifted, becoming sombre, and Rick shook his head, as if he could shake off the bad thoughts, forcing a smile.  “I like your folks.  They seem like good people.”

“They’re the best,” Jess agreed, dropping down onto the bed and stretching out.  Rick averted his eyes from the slither of skin that was revealed as her t-shirt rode up, busying himself with unzipping his bag and pulling out a couple of shirts to hang in the built-in wardrobe before they got so badly creased that they’d need to be ironed.  “They went kinda easy on you tonight though.  Tomorrow, when my aunts and uncles arrive, and my happily married cousins and their kids, that’ll be when the interrogations start.”  

“Right, the, er, hyenas…  That what you called ‘em?”

“Yep.  And you’re fresh meat, my friend.  They’re gonna eat you alive.”  Rick swallowed hard, and Jess giggled, rolling to her feet so she could close the space between them and wrap her arms around his waist.  It felt natural to hold her to him, her head on his chest, breathing in the faintly fruity scent of her shampoo.  She was warm and soft, and, if he hadn’t been so afraid of rejection, unwilling to risk the friendship he’d become so dependent on and make it almost impossible for them to continue to work together, he was sure he would have given into temptation and kissed her.  It would be so damn easy.  “Don’t worry, I won’t leave your side.  We’ll get through it together.”

“Thanks.”  Rick couldn’t manage more than a single syllable with her still pressed up against him, almost relieved when she pulled away and moved out of reach.

“It’s the least I can do.  I still can’t quite believe you’ve given up your weekend to do this for me.  I mean, you’re here, meeting my parents in the house I grew up in, and it feels…”  She tailed off, and Rick tried to puzzle out the look on her face as her eyes held his for a brief moment before dropping to the floor.  “I guess, it feels kinda right, actually.  I’m really glad you came.”  

*****

Jess wasn’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to her that she and Rick would be sharing her old room.  Why wouldn’t they be, after all?  As far as her parents were concerned, they’d probably been sleeping together for months now, and she was an adult - there was no way they were going to demand that the two of them sleep apart under their roof.  Still, now that they were dancing around each other, taking it in turns to slip into the ensuite bathroom and ready themselves to turn in for the night, she was struck by how small her bed was and just how hard it would be to lay beside her friend and not reach out and touch him.  She’d already faltered once, unable to resist resting her head against his chest and just revelling in the sensation of being held by him, because it had been so easy after an evening spent either holding his hand or with his arm draped around the back of her chair.  Thankfully, she’d managed to brush it off as an attempt to reassure him about the arrival of the rest of her family the next day, but she wasn’t quite sure he bought it, and she definitely hadn’t been able to convince herself.  

“So, erm…”  Rick’s soft drawl drew her attention away from where she was plugging her cell in to charge, and she glanced up to see him hovering awkwardly in the middle of the room, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.  “If you’ve got a spare blanket, I- I can crash on the floor.”

She could see a hint of pink creeping into his cheeks, and she smiled despite herself, a little relieved that his embarrassment drew her focus away from his lack of clothing.  He slept in boxers and a t-shirt, apparently, and the sight of his bow legs without their standard covering of denim or beige uniform pants had butterflies springing to life in her stomach.  “You don’t have to do that.”

“I, er- I didn’t think you’d wanna…”  He cast a sidelong look at the bed before his gaze flicked up to meet hers and quickly away again, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen him so uncomfortable.  “I mean, I didn’t wanna assume…”

“Rick, it’s fine.”  She set her phone down and cocked her head to one side, watching as he studied the rug beneath his feet.  “I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor, okay?”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”  He didn’t look at her as he slid beneath the covers, making a concerted effort to take up as little space as possible, though she could feel his eyes on her as she turned off the light and shuffled across the room to slip in beside him.  Her arm brushed his and she felt him twitch away from her, so she did it again, intentionally, letting out a giggle when he rolled onto his side.  “Look, this… It doesn’t need to be weird.  I mean, we’re friends, right?  I hug you pretty much every day, and we’re gonna have to get comfortable with the whole physical contact thing if we’re gonna convince my family we’re madly in love or whatever.   I think we did okay tonight, so... maybe it’s just easier if we carry it on behind closed doors too; try not to overthink it too much, y’know?”

“You…”  Rick cleared his throat, tucking one arm beneath his head and fidgeting a little against the unfamiliar mattress.  “You wanna keep up the act all weekend?  Even when we’re alone?”

What was she saying?  Jess knew that it was her turn to blush now, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, ducking her head to avoid looking at him as he stared at her incredulously.  It had gone so well with her parents that evening, far better than she’d ever dared to hope, and there was a lingering fear in the back of her mind that, if they let it drop now, they wouldn’t be able to slip into their roles again when they needed to.  So, she’d spoken the words before she’d really given herself time to think them through, casting around for ways to ease the tension, and she couldn’t take them back now, despite knowing how much harder it would be to go back to reality when the weekend was done.  Instead, she found herself nodding, inching closer to him until her chest brushed against his.  Her hand crept up to rest against his waist, thumb stroking over the soft fabric of his shirt, and then he was pulling her into him and cuddling her close.  And it was just like the other times they embraced, she tried to tell herself.  She’d hug him hello and goodbye whenever she saw him, naturally tactile, and this was exactly the same, except that they were lying down, curled together in the darkness, the only sounds their ragged breaths and pounding hearts.

“Yeah, this… this works,” Rick murmured, and she felt the rumble of laughter in his chest, tilting her head up to see his crooked smile.

They lay like that for a long time, and Jess knew why she wasn’t sleeping, wanting to make the most of every moment that she got to be with him like this, but she could sense that Rick was still awake too.  Neither of them spoke.  And then, in the early hours, when the day finally caught up with her and with the soft thrum of Rick’s heartbeat pressed against her cheek, she finally gave in and let sleep steal her away.

*****

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Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out

with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou 

genre : [ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~

hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?

author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!

bakugou:

first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?

sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.

more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.

therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.

so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.

you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.

and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.

caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”

shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.

katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.

he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?

once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.

sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.

he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.

has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.

he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.

he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”

is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.

after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.

“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”

he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.

you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.

katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.

“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”

you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”

kirishima:

kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.

he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.

safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.

you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.

tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.

honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.

it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.

kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.

“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“

he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.

“you alright baby?”

his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.

he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.

kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.

you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.

“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”

he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.

he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.

once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.

he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.

kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.

he tends to your every need;

fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”

turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you’re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”

flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”  

it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.

and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.

“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.

gosh, he really loves you.

he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.

you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”

➥ masterlist — thanks for reading as always :)

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[bastillewolf]

Hey I know you probably have like a billion requests already but maybe you could do something where the reader is good friends with corpse (maybe with some unspoken feelings) and they ask him to visit their country side home lmao-

I'm really embarrassed about asking this and I know it sounds strange but being out in the country side can be really good for mental health and I just want this boi to heal--

I'm so sorry hahah

Thanks

That’s not strange at all, darling!! I love this ask! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, my mental health hasn’t been very good lately. I suppose I found this ask rather appropriate and I guess that’s why I liked writing it so much. Hope you enjoy!

Sunrise, Sunset - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse Husband / Reader.

“Yo,” is the first thing you hear as you open your Discord. It’s not his regular greeting, and he sounds more tired than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked curiously. “Everything okay? Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got really busy.”

“I can tell from your voice,” you chuckled. It had more of a rasp to it- if that was even possible.

“Yea, I can’t do too much for too long. I love that I’m able to work on music now, but it exhausts my voice so much that I can’t even stream sometimes.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you comment.

“Probably. It’s almost done, so then I can stream more,” he replies.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hm?”

“I’m talking about an actual break, from everything.”

You hear him exhale deeply as if he’d already been considering it himself. “That does sound very nice.”

“I know, I always have the best ideas.”

“You do, except you forgot about the fact that I can’t really go anywhere. I mean, I’d love to take a break, but if I just sit here at home, I’m gonna either end up doing nothing or start working anyways. I don’t see me relaxing that way.”

“I didn’t forget about anything; I just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“Oh?”

You’d be lying if you said that noise didn’t make you blush. “Remember how I said I live in the countryside? You know, it’s quite cosy here, and I have a guest bedroom to spare. If you want, but only if you’re comfortable with it, you could come over.”

It was quiet for a moment and your poor nerves were wondering if you’d said something completely wrong. You knew how he was about his privacy, but you’d figured that having known each other for a more than a few months now, you’d be at a point where you’d become actual friends, especially considering you always talked over Discord. At least, when he wasn’t busy.

“I... You wouldn’t mind?” he asked softly.

“Of course not!” You immediately replied, trying your best to make him feel as welcome as possible. “It’ll be so much fun! I was just worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable with it, otherwise, I would’ve invited you over a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m always looking for people to take care of my chickens.”

“You have chickens?” he sputtered.

“Sure do. And that was a joke, by the way.”

He didn’t really give you much time to prepare. He’d instantly asked if he could come over in two days, which meant you had to clean, do the groceries, and have another mental breakdown within that short time.

When he did arrive at your relatively small but homely cottage, you knew that even if you’d had more time, you still wouldn’t have felt like you’d prepared enough. You were incredibly nervous, especially as the cab slowed to a nerve-wracking speed until it finally stopped in front of your little wooden fence that really couldn’t keep anyone out of your garden because it was so ramshackle.

You nod your head to the driver politely, who got out of the car to unload a bag from the trunk. Then, the door opened, ringed fingers sliding across the yellow polish on the metal framing. He pulled himself up and out, finally allowing you to take a good look at his face.

His hair was dark and curly, as to be expected from what you’d seen in the pictures, though you could barely see it underneath the hood he’d pulled up. His dark brown eyes immediately found yours, and a shy smile graced his lips, which you bashfully returned with a small wave. It made you want to hit yourself multiple times. He paid the cabby and thanked him, allowing you to take a good look at his attire, at his frame, at his whole being. He was wearing a black hoodie with some chains around it, along with dark baggy trousers and, go figure, black sneakers. He was slightly slouching, probably so the driver wouldn’t be able to make out his face in its entirety, but overall he looked lean, even while his face was more pale and tired, with dark circles surrounding his eyes.

He locked the creaky wooden fence behind him, quickly closing the distance between you two with only a few strides. He dropped his backpack on the floor, saying, “hi.” “Hey,” you replied with that stupid smile still on your face and now quite possibly a hint of red dusting your cheeks. He just chuckled at the slight awkwardness of the situation, before wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. He smelled like nice cologne, and he gave really good hugs. It said a lot that you could tell that from just the one. “Thanks for letting me come over,” he muttered, finally allowing himself to sound as exhausted as he looked.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

When you met his eyes again as he pulled back, you knew he was quietly telling you that it meant more to him than that. Feeling shy under his dark gaze, you shook your head, saying, “Come on, let me show you around.”

It wasn’t that big of a tour, but it was home and it was comfortable, so you never felt embarrassed about it. You made enough money, to be fair, from your career through YouTube, but you’d never really had the heart to leave the house. At least you had a guest bedroom, and the garden was something to dream of. To trade that in for a bit more storage space would be such a pity.

“-and this is going to be your room, for however long you wish to stay,” you finish with a flourish of your hand. He set his suitcase down on the freshly made bed and nodded, glancing around for a bit before his eyes landed back on you. “Did I tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me?”

You huff, “Once or twice now.”

“I’ll be off your back in a few days, don’t worry. I think I just needed to get out of my stuffy apartment for a bit.”

“Stay as long as you’d like,” you told him assuredly, “I know how stressful it can be and I haven’t even been through what you have. I can’t imagine what it must be like.”

He shrugs, “I have my ups and downs. It’s mostly my health issues and anxiety holding me back.”

“Well, I hope you can relax a bit here, then. People seem to feel more at ease without a bustling city around them,” you said.

He glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah, I immediately noticed it as I got out of the car. It’s so... quiet here. And the air, of course. It’s so much nicer.”

“I usually take walks in the early mornings. You should come along sometime if you’d like. The sunrise is always really pretty when you get up on the hill.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” you replied, clapping your hands together, “I’ll let you get settled and start dinner. The uh- the bathroom is shared, I left a stack of towels on the rack so you can use those.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded shyly, silently closing the door behind you as you stepped into the hall. You let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the wall, pressing the backs of your hands against your cheek in a vain attempt to cool down the heat and tone down the redness. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d reacted this way but the times you’d spend talking about everything and nothing with Corpse through Discord calls that lasted until the early mornings. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way. You didn’t want to risk the friendship you had with him, but the tingling that had sprouted in your gut the moment he’d gotten out of that car told you that this was going to be hard.

 You knocked on his door quietly, afraid you were accidentally going to wake him when he didn’t want to be awoken. You didn’t know what kind of morning person he’d be, but he told you yesterday that he wanted to join you for your walk today. And while you were going to leave half an hour later than usual because it took you that long to work up the courage to knock on his door, meaning you were going to have to hurry a bit to catch the sun rising, you were still scared he was going to react grouchily. But when he opened the door, already dressed and ready to go, you realized you’d foolishly forgotten that this wasn’t just anyone, but that this was one of your friends; someone you already knew, even if it hadn’t been physically. Of course, he’d open the door with a smile, even though he looked more tired than the day before, which worried you.

“How did you sleep?” You made it evident in your tone that you were rather scared to ask the question, but it made him chuckle.

“I think you already know the answer to that. I don’t sleep well in general, so don’t worry. It has nothing to do with the bed or your hospitality.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, I don’t mind being woken up.”

He shook his head as he followed you downstairs and out the front door. “To be fair, I slept more than I usually would, but your rooster woke me up.”

You laughed, “Yea, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about that.” You held the wooden fence gate open for him, following him to the grass field until you were walking next to him. You silently picked up your pace a bit, worrying that you might miss the sunrise when you had promised it to him.

“I know, I know,” he replied amusedly, “Can we go see them later? The chickens?”

“Sure,” you smiled, “I also have a few ducks. You’ll love them, they’ll try to rip the shoelaces from your feet.”

“Sounds great.”

The walk to the hill wasn’t too far, but the hill was quite steep, which was always an exercise for people who walked with you for the first time, so you’d figured he’d start trailing behind you after some time. Thing is, he started trailing behind relatively earlier than you had expected him to.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you called out, “you good? We’re almost there.”

He nodded, though you could see him slightly panting, and you turned around to jog up the last bit until you reached the top. You could see a sliver of light start to peek over the horizon, making you glance back to see how far away he was.

But instead of having moved forward, he was now sort of slouched over, holding his stomach as he panted loudly. “Shit,” you cursed yourself as you sprinted back down until you skidded to a stop in front of him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have slowed down-“

“It’s fine,” he waved you off, slowly catching his breath. “I can do it, I just take a bit longer.”

“I’ll carry you if I have to. I got us into this mess.”

He chuckled, but it sounded a bit hoarse.

“Come on,” you said. He furrowed his brow in confusion but followed you anyway. Walking along the side of the hill was tricky, but you made it around without any issues. He was able to keep up this time and gratefully plopped down on the grass beside you, just in time to watch the sun fully appear from behind the horizon.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yea, it never really gets old.” You laid down, feeling twigs of grass tickle the bareback of your neck.

He joined you, scooting a bit closer until your arms were brushing against each other. You couldn’t tell if he’d done it on purpose, so you acted like it hadn’t affected you, keeping your eyes fixed on the sky above you. At least, you tried. They flickered when you felt fingertips graze across your lower arm until they reached your palm, where his nails slowly dragged along your skin until his warm digits intertwined with yours. His rings felt cool against the heat and tingling you were suddenly feeling in your hand. He didn’t let go of you, not as you laid there for what seemed like hours, nor during the entire walk back.

‘Is this what friends do?’ you were silently asking yourself, watching the ducks try to free his shoes from its laces, ‘is this what friends do when they need support? Is this his way of coping, or is it-‘ You quickly shook the thought away. Of course, he wouldn’t think of you that way. He probably did stuff like this with all his friends. You knew how playful he could get, his guy friends included.

Yeah, it was just that. It had to be.

You were both laid back on the couch that night, stuffed to the brink with the famous lasagne you’d put together. The TV was on, but it sounded more like static noise in the background. “I think I can just fall asleep right here,” you hummed. The glass of red wine you’d shared – because neither of you could handle liquor – had created a pleasant buzz between the two of you.

“That seems a lot less comfortable than your bed.”

“You don’t know a thing about my bed,” you huffed indignantly.

It was quiet for a moment then, a sliver of tension seeping through the warmth of your home. “I think it’s probably about as comfortable as mine, otherwise you’re treating your guests too much,” he replied.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I’ve actually never slept in the guest bedroom. I might just be treating my guests too much and I’d never even know about it.”

He suddenly sat up and turned the TV off. “Come on,” he said and was already up the stairs by the time you’d made an attempt to move.

When finally reached the upstairs and were about to round the corner, you were suddenly picked up and slung over his shoulder, causing you to let out a loud shriek. “Corpse!” you laughed, “Please put me down!”

“You were taking too long,” he grumbled, dropping you down on the bed unceremoniously. He shuffled over until he was laying down next to you and lifted the covers up until it reached your neck.

“So?” he asked.

You had your eyes closed. “I might be treating my guests too much.”

He snorted. “Fucking knew it,” which made you laugh.

You laid there for quite a while, not really caring if either of you fell asleep with your regular clothes still on. “Hey Corpse?”

He hummed.

“I’m really glad you came. It gets lonely over here sometimes.”

He shifted, but because it was so dark you couldn’t really see what he was doing. Suddenly though, you felt him hovering over you, his elbows resting on either side of your face as his hand reached across to move a strand of hair to the side. He leaned down and hesitantly, his lips barely touched yours, a silent question if this was okay. You moved back against him, your hand finding his cheek in the darkness. His kisses were gentle, but passionate, which made your breaths heavier and deeper. When you pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily, mostly from the tension that had arisen.

“I really like you,” you admitted.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you until you were tucked against his chest. You hit his arm playfully, “Cocky bastard.”

You hear the smirk in his voice as he said goodnight.

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