dreamsmadeofsteel

[rancidarling]

i think i broke everything

[adampage]

stupid shit under a read more

somehow, just as pride month is starting, it has managed to become hostile on this website. not in regards to pride, but in the circles of people on my dash.

and i will be attributing that to one dumbass famous asshole motherfucker, but i’m also gonna attribute that to people actually believing that the personalities we put out to other people on the internet are the whole truth, and believing you know what’s going on in everyone’s minds. and i will, also, attribute it to the fact that none of you can just be fucking normal without sending each other anon hate. i’ve seen hate being sent to people from both sides of a stupid fucking issue, and it’s really, dreadfully disappointing. it makes all of you look like idiots. and the vaguing’s just as annoying.

i’ve been on this website for literally? 14 years. with this same account. this exact same blog. my entire teenage and adult life is on here. i’ve grown as a person here. a Lot. and yet, now, probably because of some personal shit i’ve dealt with in the outside world as well, i’m finally thinking of taking a real fucking break. and that SUCKS. because i’ve always liked it here. but i think, for now, i need to stay off for a while. im gonna take my own advice.

its so funny bc i was gonna try to let the stupid punk shit go and then a vague from a mutual about “if you wanna know what’s going on with stu and uno breaking up watch roh” was what broke my camel’s back lol just because i reblogged something about tony breaking up uno and stu and tagged it with “WHAT” like i cant even tag shit with my thoughts without being fucking condescended to through a vague lmao. so yeah. it took 14 years but ive had enough of other people on here. gonna try to make friends in real life ok. emphasis on try

I’ll be back in time for Hangman’s birthday week. and by that i mean i’ll probably just queue my posts and try to reblog everyone’s, because i’ll be out of the country then anyway.

gonna try to add some stuff in the queue to last a few days but we’ll see. if i make hangman gifs, i’ll post them to the gif blog as usual but i won’t reblog them here. don’t wanna deal with this blog right now.

bye for now, y’all

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

For One More Hour or One More Day

Dukeceit Week Day 6: Horror/Comedy

Remus and Janus work in IT, and Remus never fails to make Janus' life a bit more exciting than it should be. Janus wouldn't have it any other way.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 1416

Warnings: swearing, typical Remus-levels of implied sexual content. 

@dukeceitweek <3

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[06032021 Network Node Down- 172.12.203.1 - Dee Why ]

Janus stared at the next ticket in his queue. He didn't even have to look at which tech wrote it. He just knew. He picked up his phone and dialed. 

“'Sup, DeeDee?" 

"Because they use ancient technology and refuse to upgrade, that's why." 

There was a beat of silence on the line. Janus didn't need to see him to know Remus was grinning like a maniac. 

“Oh, JD, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," Remus said finally. His voice was laced with barely-contained glee. 

“Uh-huh, sure," Janus replied dryly. He watched on his screen as an incoming call diverted from his in-use line. "Do you want to clarify for me, in excruciating detail, what, exactly, it is that broke this time? After all, if it's something I can fix from here, it would save the company an awful lot of money. And you know how I love saving this company money." 

“You don't feel like taking work calls either, huh?" 

“Ree, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

-

[06142021 CRITICAL | Device failed Availability and Latency checks - Dispatch Requested]

Janus sat in his truck for a few minutes, cross-checking the address across his e-mail, Slack, and the ticket itself. And yeah, they all matched. This wasn’t a repeat of that time Remus had changed the address on the ticket from 96th St. to 69th St. as a joke. 

(Janus had almost gotten mugged. He was still a little salty about that one.)

But this time, all the addresses matched. The problem was, he was parked in front of a restaurant instead of the usual office building, and that just didn’t seem right. He opened up Slack on his phone. 

Janus D’lyre: Are you sure the address is right?

Remus Rey: Yeah, it’s right.

Janus D’lyre: It’s a restaurant. 

Remus Rey:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Janus D’lyre: Are you positive it’s right?

Remus Rey: I just write the tickets, Dee, I don’t do a background check. Just go in.

Janus sighed. He got out of his truck, hefted his tech bag over his shoulder, and went inside.

It was a nice restaurant. Very fancy, with a goddamn chandelier hanging over the front lobby. Field engineers weren’t required to dress in a suit and tie, but Janus did by habit- and he was glad he did, because he would feel like a horrible slob standing here in jeans and a polo.

“Can I help you?”

Janus looked over to the host, standing at the counter with a bright smile that only looked 52% faked.

“Yes,” Janus answered. “I’m here about the network issues?”

“Oh!” The host- his name tag read ‘Patton’- brightened up a bit. “Yeah! Remus is waiting for you, this way!”

“Remus is what?”

It was too late. Patton had already darted around the counter and off into the dining area. Janus sighed and, regretting every life choice leading up to this exact moment, followed.

Sure enough, Remus was waiting for him. Patton led him to a quieter area of the restaurant, where Remus was sitting at a table. Well, sitting was a generous way to phrase it, because in reality, he was tipped back on the rear two legs of the chair, combat boot-clad feet up on the table. He jumped up eagerly at the sight of Janus, and somehow managed not to fall backwards and crack his skull open. 

“Hey! You made it! Thanks, Pat!” 

“No problemo!” the host replied with a grin before heading back to the front counter. Janus briefly considered that he might be having a fever dream right now.

“Remus, what the fuck?” 

“Told you it was the right address!”

Janus glared. “That is not what I’m ‘what the fuck’-ing you about.”

“I mean, I’d prefer me fucking you-”

“Remus.”

“Well, you work so hard, DeeDee,” Remus said calmly, as if he wasn’t standing in the middle of the fanciest restaurant on this side of town, dressed in his usual tank-top and leather vest combo and probably mashing dirt into the plush red carpet, and definitely doing something that should get him fired. “I thought you could take a break, and we could have a nice dinner.”

No, he wasn’t doing something that should get him fired. He was doing something that should get them both fired. 

“You’re joking, right?”

“Kinda a lame joke.”

“Remus, you had me dispatched to a random address for a fake problem, to have dinner with you on company time?”

“‘Course not, who do you think I am?”

Janus did not dignify that with an answer. He turned to walk away.

“Jannie, wait!” Remus darted around the table to get in front of him. Janus stopped, and glared. “This is Roman’s restaurant! It’s not a random address, he’s an actual client.”

Janus’ glare lessened. Ok, sure, they did have some smaller commercial clients. And sure, Remus had mentioned his brother’s restaurant was using them as tech support now after a bad experience with a different company. But- “It’s still a fake problem, Remus.”

A shit-eating grin spread across Remus’ face. “Nah. I unplugged the router.”

Janus snorted in a totally dignified manner. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“...Well, I suppose… I’d better investigate the issue. Couldn’t be solved remotely, hardware problem and all.”

Remus held out a hand. Janus took it, and let Remus lead him back to the table.

“Great, cause I already ordered!”

-

[06192021 Switch is problematic. Unable to get into the switch || Serial No. 111-0203-2018]

Janus very calmly cleared the ticket, set his work phone to away, pulled out his personal phone, and sent Remus a text. 

Jannie-D: I know you’re upset I didn’t let you fuck me last night. Get over it. 

Remster: i will not 

- 

Virgil Caligo: yo are u and remus like good?

Janus D’lyre: We had a small argument last night. Why?

Virgil Caligo: [image attached]

Janus sighed. Virgil had sent him a screenshot of a ticket update Remus had just posted.

[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘The device is not only unresponsive to simple ping requests, but is being kind of a jerk about it. 100% package loss, a tragedy. Device was confirmed to be connected to a working power source, but they all say that, so who can really be sure. Dispatch requested, please confirm maintenance window. Actually showing up would be great, too.’

Janus hastily typed a message to Virgil. 

Janus D’lyre: Did you take that one?

Virgil Caligo: ya. logan didnt see dw

Janus D’lyre: Thanks. You can transfer it to me, I’ll take care of it. 

Janus leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. What a comedy of errors this day had been. It was the last time he’d forget he and Remus had a date night planned, that’s for sure. 

- 

Remus sighed when a priority ticket popped up in his queue. He was having a grand time ignoring his other queues in favor of sculpting a rather elaborate dick out of the green Play-Doh he kept at his desk, but he really did not feel like getting bitched out by Logan for missing a priority ticket. Grumbling to himself, he stuffed the Play-Doh back into its tub and opened the ticket. 

[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘Likely a hardware bug. Possible remote fix with reset and reconfigure. Device information missing from online records. Please check file and update record.’ 

Fuck. Remus hated pulling files. What a pain. He trudged his way upstairs to the records room, which was always dark and depressing because nobody ever went there because who the fuck used physical paper in 2021?

But when he unlocked the door and pushed it open, the light was on. And every surface was covered in flowers.

“What the fuck?” Remus asked the flowers. They didn’t answer. But, at the small desk near the door, there was a stack of green boxes from his favorite bakery- and on top of that, he saw an envelope with his name on it. Eagerly, Remus tore open the envelope. 

Inside, he found a single sheet of Janus’ fancy stationery paper, the kind with the little holographic snakes along the edge that he only ever used for special occasions. And on that paper, one single sentence, penned in Janus’ elegant, flourishy handwriting: Ok, you can fuck me tonight.

- - -

[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘I take it back, the device is no longer being a jerk, and I love the device very much.’ 

[byuncock]

Do you still love me? // Baekhyun

pairing: baekhyun x oc/reader

genre: angst, slight fluff?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: unedited! inspo came from a oneshot that is no longer available to read.

The cafe was filled with such a happy atmosphere. You were feeling everything, but.

You looked over to your boyfriend as his attention was solely on the one person sitting across from him. Which so happens to be his ex.

The both of you were out for your anniversary celebration, but it seems like you were the only one excited noting the outfits as you looked down at yours then looking over to Baekhyun's laidback hoodie and sweats. Good thing anything he wears makes him look stylish.

For some reason his ex keeps glaring at you from time to time. You havent even talked to her beside a simple introduction of hello's and my name is.

Your mood for the day has been ruined and dampened even more at the fact that he was paying attention to his ex more than you. You heave out a sigh while staring ahead just wanting them to finish talking so the both of you could just end the day even though it's only the after noon.

Hearing the sigh Baekhyun turns towards you while his friend is still talking. He stares a bit feeling bad that you had to deal with this on a special day.

He turns to her, "Well, it was nice seeing you again. If you don't mind leaving us since we are celebrating our anniversary after all" Baekhyun shoos her politely.

She let's out a flabbergasted "Oh!" and nods at the both of you then leaving. Baekhyun turns his head towards yours and gives a peck at your temple.

Feeling annoyed you stood up to leave not before telling him, "Let's go home, Baekhyun"

You were washing the dishes. Deep in thought about when things went wrong with your relationship with baekhyun.

He's been distant since around a month ago you ponder. Then the affection started decreasing weekly along with dates and communication you investigate.

As you were deep in thought Baekhyun was standing at the entrance of the kitchen the whole time with his arms crossed while staring at you. Also, deep in thought of what words to start off.

"Hey, we need to talk" he starts off as he uncrosses his arms and walks closer to you leaving a good distance.

Coming back to reality you looked over to him then down at the sink since you were still washing the dishes, "What did you wanna talk about?" letting out nonchalantly.

He opens his mouth, but the words are stuck. He closes and swallows, trying again, "I don't think I want to continue this relationship anymore" he lets out softly. As if he was hesitant even saying it, scared even.

You knew this was coming. Were you surprised? No. Just disappointed. You ceased washing the plates and turn to look fully at him, "Why?" genuinely curious even though you were breaking inside.

He stayed silent while looking around. Trying to find the words you assumed. "Do you still love me anymore?" you questioned in a whisper.

He stares at you straight in the eye, "I don't think I love you anymore" he finally lets out. Breaking you completely.

It was suddenly getting harder to breathe. You feel the tears creeping up. But you swallowed a large lump and nodded. Going back to finish washing the dishes, "Alright then, I guess this is it?" you questioned.

Not letting him say anything else when you added, "I'll pack my stuff when I'm done with this" you turn your head at him with a forced small smile.

Then he left.

-

It's been about a few weeks. Or a month. You don't really know since you lost count of the days. Not having the energy to even care about anything else besides your broken heart.

You were staying at your friend's place, who is kind enough to let you move in, but because of reasons you didn't want to do that to her. Letting her know you'll only be staying there for a short time until you find your own place.

The sun has set and the moon is shining brightly. Though the weather has been nice lately your mood hasn't got any better. So you try to cheer yourself up by having walks daily either in the morning or night.

This time around you were feeling extra sad and heartbroken which led to all memories with Baekhyun and self doubt. Must be your incoming monthly cycle.

You were walking out at night aimlessly. Which should be dangerous, but you didnt care at the moment. Not until someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and turned you around, startling you.

You were so shock you didn't really get to process who the person was before they pulled you into their embrace. The scent giving it away.

The tears you've been trying to keep at bay for the past week had finally been let go.

Baekhyun hears you sobbing and hugs you tighter while whispering apologies and I love yous in your ear.

You were so upset and hurt that he broke it off just like that. All the anger and sadness coming out through your sobs and actions. You pushed him away while looking at him.

"W- What ar-are you doin- doing?" you asked while hiccuping. Now that you were finally able to take a look at him you cried even harder.

He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to do, but pull you in his embrace once again while apologizing, "I.... I'm sorry my love.... I'm so sorry"

He tightened his hug while whispering apologies and sweet nothings.

While you just stood there. Limp. Bawling your eyes out at the same man who broke your heart.

So many thoughts were bombarding your already tired head. Why is he here? Why is he hugging me? How did he recognize me? What the fuck?

Baekhyun let you cry in his arms while he soothes your back. Waiting for you to calm down before he speaks again. When you do he lets out softly, "I would like to speak with you. If that's okay?" pulling away at arms length so he can look at you. Trying to decipher the emotion on your face other than sadness.

You were so confused, "What do you even want to talk about?" giving a deep frown as you try to back away from him and have a decent amount of space in between.

Baekhyun didn't like that. Even though you created distance he still managed to graze his hands down to yours to intertwine them.

"I wanted to apologize" he started quickly. "I know I broke your heart and told you I no longer loved you, but baby was I so damn wrong," he tightened his hold on you.

Millions of emotions ran through you. Still confused obviously. But now. Upset. How can he just do that? One second decides he no longer loves you and breaks it off then come back because he was wrong. Who does that?

He was eagerly waiting for any type of reply, but all he received was a troubled look and thoughts running through your head.

"These past weeks we've been apart felt like hell. I realized I made a mistake shortly after I broke it off with you, but I didn't want to get back to you so soon because I wanted to be sure that I still love you. Which I do, which is why I was trying to plan something until I ran into you" he pauses. Letting you soak in what he said before continuing.

He saw your eyes move from the ground up to his eyes. He took that as a queue to talk again and hopefully convince you how sincere he is.

"Something in my gut told me to do it now or else I wouldn't have got a chance later. So I took it." he pauses again and slowly gravitate you towards him into an embrace so the both of you could look directly at each other.

"Now I am hoping you can forgive me and give me another chance because I love you so damn much. I'm a fucking moron to ever thought I didn't love you anymore. Please, baby. Give me another chance and let me be with you again." he softly lets out with his lips just a centimeter away from yours.

His eyes occasionally drift between your eyes and your lips. Somehow his arms were wrapped around you.

You were still soaking it in. Everything was too much at the moment and in the state you were currently in didn't help.

The whole time he talked you didn't even reply back with anything besides all the emotional looks he caught.

You were deep in thought. So deep in thought you forgot what was happening until you feel his arms tighten around you.

You can tell the situation was making him anxious and your lack of response made it 10x worse.

"I don't" you croaked. Clearing your throat you tried again " I don't know" you finally let out.

He ended up placing his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes. "Please" he begged with a crack in his voice. He closed his eyes and his expression seemed like he was holding back his tears.

You didn't feel bad.

You pulled away from him. Making sure you were six feet apart and he stood there with his eyes closed. You can see a tear run down his pretty features.

"My number's still the same" you whispered. You stood there for another few seconds then turn to leave.

If he wanted you back then he better work his ass off.

You were not going to experience that heart break again. You wanted to be sure that he means it so if the both of you do get back together there wouldn't be doubts. There wouldn't be second thoughts of what if Baekhyun falls out of love with you again. Because you have no idea if you can handle that the second time.

-

As you are walking back to your friend's place. Your phone vibrates.

~

a/n: lmk your thoughts!

[son-fuori-di-me]

"I had no idea I could change someone's life."

One Shot. Word Count | Around 3300. Description | <French female pov> you're visiting Rome for the first time, and you casually meet Damiano David the day before the Circo Massimo concert. The conversation takes a unexpected path.

Content | Real talk. No romantic development. * Expect French idioms and italian approximations from automatic translators

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"Bordel, c'est immense !" ("Holy cow, that's big !") I said, looking at the Circo Massimo.

It was my first time in Rome. Knowing Italy a bit, I expected a hell lot of sun, a delicious bunch of ice cream for each meal, and tons of pretty things to snap with my phone. Well, that was the plan for my first two days there. Cause Saturday would be a very different day. Saturday would be Måneskin day.

I've been waiting for so long to do this trip. And what a blast it has been for now. Took only a bag, my external battery, some makeup and my favourite clothes to finally discover this astonishing city. This was my first solo trip. I've always travelled with my family or my ex, but never on my own. For once, I could decide what I wanted to see, what I wanted to eat, when to take a break. And as there are plenty of things to see in Rome, i wanted to enjoy every second of my trip. I could focus my last day there solely to the Måneskin concert happening that Saturday night. But as I didn't want to leave anything to chance, I decided to precisely organize my last day, so I could visit a bit more - a get a last fantastic meal before the concert.

I got myself a gold pit ticket. I guessed that would mean I had a special queue. So on Friday night, as I was back from a late tour in town, I decided to watch more closely the Circo, to check for the entrances, and see how I could sharpen my organization and schedule for the next day.

"J'espère que je vais pas avoir à poireauter toute la journée, avec la chaleur qu'il va faire." ("I hope won't have to hang around here all day tomorrow, the weather's gonna be hot as hell")

It was almost 10 pm. I was getting closer to the Circo, trying to read the boards, but all was written in italian and didn't seem to concern the concert. And a year fangirling over Måneskin clearly wasn't enough to become fluent. I saw no sign mentioning "gold pit". So I decided I would ask around, with Google translate ready in my phone in case I couldn't find anyone speaking English.

I saw a guy sit on a bench, smoking. He was dressed in an ugly dark sweater, with the hood over a cap. He was either a drug dealer or a hobbo. My instinct as a girl living in Paris got the uphand and I decided to ignore the guy and try to find a woman instead, or maybe a group of locals, to get me the information I wanted. Unfortunately, after a good 20 minutes walking around and asking people, no one could tell me how to make sure I find the right queue for the concert. I was about to give up and head back to my airbnb and I saw a silhouette still sitting on a bench, near the Circo. It was the same guy from earlier. "Bon, je tente, s'il est trop chelou, je me barre." ("Well, might as well take the risk, if he's too much a weirdo, I clear off quickly.")

"Scusi, do you speak English ?" i said, getting closer to the guy, but still from a good distance in case it turned wrong.

"Pretty good. You need something ?" He was searching something in his pockets and reached his pack of cigarettes. His voice was deep, but gentle. He did look funny but didn't sound dangerous - i still didn't get too close as I hate the smell of smoke.

"Do you know well il Circo Massimo ? I'm going to a concert here tomorrow and I want to make sure I find the right queue, but they haven't installed any sign yet". I asked, showing the structure of the stage behind me.

"Cute accent, where are you from ?" he answered, completely ignoring my question.

"Well, I'm French. So, do you know il Circo ?" I preferred to quickly repeat my question to let him know I wasn't interested in whatever he was trying to.

"Ah, Bonjour ! I speak a little French !" He said, now reaching for his lighter.

"Yeeaaaah cool, but how about the Circo ? I'd like to be here early enough, but I don't know wh-" I froze as he lighted up his cigarette. It was brief, but with the spark, I saw his face for a second.

"Hm ? You don't know what ?" He asked, with a smirky voice.

"Mais naaaan ?" ("Dont tell me -") I let out that typical French astonished sound without thinking. "You gotta be kidding me !"

He laughed as I was getting a little closer, staring at him. With one hand, he was putting his lighter back in his pocket, with the other, he lifted a bit his cap. It was him. It was Damiano.

I felt my spine shiver with that uncomfortable sensation of being around someone famous. As a journalist, I had my lot of interviews, so I knew there's no point in changing behavior around such people. But I still was flabbergasted to see him.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. Well, gotta say you're not dressed in your best outfit !" I chose the strategy of sass, to hide how impressed I actually was.

"That's my favourite sweater you're seeing me in, and I'm smoking hot in it" He said with a smirk, getting into the sassy game.

"Time off before the big day ?" I asked, completely forgotting about my initial request and switching to my interview mindset when I'm super focused about the conversation. "Shouldn't you be having a great night of sleep, to recharge your batteries ?"

"I don't feel like going to bed" He said, having no idea how the conversation would soon turn. Fortunately for him, I wasn't working in the music media industry. "That's quite a stage we're gonna play on."

I didn't know why he was talking to me about all of this. I didn't dare to ask him either. I just enjoyed the moment.

"Well, the Eurovision song contest was bigger, wasn't it ?"

"Hm, don't tell me about it, I still don't know how I managed that."

He suddenly had a strange tone in his voice. It didn't sound like the radiant and confident Damiano you see on Instagram stories or on TV interviews. I remembered where I heard him like that. In the 2019 documentary "This is Måneskin", the making of Il Ballo Della Vita album, in the sequence he's arguing with Vic on a train, as he tells her how anxious he can be get sometimes.

"Well, you did, didn't you ?" I put on a more serious voice. "And you had a ton more of pressure, representing your whole country ? So how a concert here in your home town could be worst than performing in front of all of Europe - not to say the whole world ?"

He was still smoking, listening in silence.

"Or maybe it isn't about how big the performance is but about performing in itself ? Why are you performing ? Why are you putting on a show ? All those fancy clothes and that makeup, who is it for ? For people to love you ? Or for you to love yourself ?"

Mais qu'est-ce que je branle ? Il va se barrer dans deux secondes, là c'est sûr (What the fuck am I doing ? He's leaving any second now.) I got a bit too excited about being able to share a few words with him. What's gotten onto me ? Well, let's go then.

"What is it you're running after ? Or running from maybe ? Some complex to compensate ? With all that smudge and confidence, that wouldn't surprise me."

He sat back on the bench. As he inhaled a deep breath of smoke, I saw a smile on his face. But I also saw his hand holding the cigarette shaking.

"Are you a psychiatrist or something ?" He simply said, as if he was trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

I hesitated to tell him the truth. I was sure he would walk away the second he would know my actual job. Et puis merde, autant tout dire. (Well, fuck, might as well be honest.)

"Nope, I'm a journalist." I admited, as he looked right back at me with a surprised look. "Pretty much the same. We get appoitments with random people, listen to their life, observe their body language, and tell them our whole opinion about all of it, which might very well shape how they perceive themselves from now on."

"Only difference is that you don't have to keep anything secret. Right the contrary."

There. This was it. He was gonna leave now, for sure.

"Before you go, did I hit any truth ? Don't worry, I'm not in the music media industry, I won't write anything from our conversation." I hoped this information would save me a few more seconds with him.

He didn't answer right away. He didn't leave either. He kept looking at me, still smoking his second cigarette in a row now.

"Whatever it is you write about, I guess you must be good at it" he finally replied. "Cause you did score a few points."

Another short silence broke. As a fan, I was obsessed with his music, lyrics, and attitude. But catching a glimpse of what lied behind the glamour definitly caught my interest. I wanted to know more.

"Why are you here ?" I slightly deepened my voice, getting back to my interview tone, and kept on going with this as if that was usual business for me. "It's half past 10. You play on Rome's largest stage tomorrow. You surely better should be in bed, or be about to, before the big day."

In that moment, I had the upper-hand in the conversation. He was sat on the bench, I was on my feet in front of him, and therefore above him. Not the best approach to get someone's trust for an interview, but with a personnality like Damiano's, you gotta put your own show.

"I actually don't sleep much before big events like these" He finally answered, accepting his condition as an interviewee. "I don't sleep much at all."

"You're tend to insomnia ?"

"Not really, I just got used to 4-5 hours of sleep, that's it."

"Even during tours ? Cause this all sold-out European tour for Teatro d'Ira must have been exhausting".

"You have no idea, bellezza."

"So tell me." From there, I decided to change my strategy and sat on the ground, still in front of him, but giving him the upper-hand, to put on a more trustful atmosphere. "How are you doing ? And I don't mean, like casual 'yay, fine', I mean : how are you doing ?"

I still have no idea of my tactical move of giving him more space to express himself worked, or if he understood right away where I was leading him, but in the end, he still didn't seem bothered by this conversation we were having. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying it.

"I'm... content, I'd say." He paused, and I didn't interrupt him with another question this time. "I know I'm going through the life I wanted. The music, the tours, the praise. It's all I could have ever asked for."

D'accord, très bien, mais ? (Okey, very good, but ?) I stayed silent, but I couldn't help anticipating what he was saying.

"But surprisingly, sometimes it's still... unfulfilling. Like I can never be satisfied".

Repressing some Hamilton's lyrics from my mind, I innocently pretend I didn't fully understand what he meant - another journalistic technique, to get someone to repeat themselves with other words in order to get them deeper into their reflexion.

"What do you mean, "never be satisfied" ? You're on top of Spotify chart list, your albums are now platinum successes, you're winning awards. How is this not satisfying ?"

"It's just... What are all those things for ? Money ? Fame ? Yeah, I like those but..."

"Typical Capricorn" I muttered, to slide in the conversation that I actually knew pretty well my subject - my subject being him. He chuckled.

"Damn really ? Let me guess ? Aries ?"

"Pisces+Taurus, actually. So what, you don't like being famous ?" Getting back quickly into more questions - another technique to keep control over the rhythm of an interview.

"It's not that I dislike it. It's just... not always as fun as I thought it would be."

"What part of the job ? The writing and composing ?"

"No, that's the best part." He reached for a third cigarette. It was almost 11 pm now. "Vic, Thomas and Ethan. Måneskin. They're the best thing that ever happened to me".

"Then what, you feel like a fraud ?"

"Hell, no ! I'm exactly where I should be." He claimed, with a light pride tone.

"So, if you're proud of what you create, and if you love the people you create that with, then what is the matter ? If life is about getting the Bare Necessities, it seems like you got it all." Hitting with a universal - and musical - reference. Shoud do the trick.

"Hahaha ! Lo stretto indispensabile, si ! But life isn't that easy." He said laughing, as I felt he started to let go of the tension. "In real life, you get judged all the time, and people try to dismantle you, and spread rumors."

"I didn't think you'd be one to listen to people's comments about you".

"I'm not. I stopped giving credits to those. But it's still here, you know ?"

"From what I see, you're keeping it real, with lots of wisdom. I can't quite grasp what seem to bother you."

He paused, looking at his feet for a few seconds.

"I'm afraid it won't last." He finally confessed. "I'm afraid it all ends as quickly as it all started. I'm afraid people get bored. I'm afraid I become a caricature of myself. I'm afraid I can't write new songs. I'm afraid to be a shooting star, you see ? Very bright, but gone in a flash."

"Like, to be an Icare ? Or may I say "Ykaaar" like on your Instagram ?"

He chuckled again.

"Huh, I'm that obvious ?"

"Yeah, even a bit over-the-top, if I may dare say so."

"Well, I've always related so much with this mythological figure. I mean what's wrong with aiming for the Sun ?" He said, pointing a hand to the dark sky above us. From his attitude, I could tell he was way more relaxed than in the beginning. He even took his cap and hood off, so I could now see his face more clearly. His eyes were glittering. "Burning your wings... What's that morale supposed to teach us ? Be modest ? Be moderate ? Che noia !" (How boring !)

"Well don't be !" I felt almost like scolding him. "There's nothing wrong with seeking big dreams. As there's nothing wrong with this feeling of being outrun by your life. Savour the moment. Every second of it. It's because you can't know how long it may last that it tastes so good, so thrilling ! And you actually already are ten steps ahead ! Writing songs like ´Torna a casa' or ´Coraline' at, what, 19-20 years old ? You're the real deal, dude. And even if later on, you get blank page anxiety or write just good-enough songs, it's okey. You got plenty of time to make mistakes. Take the leap of faith. Failing and being a failure aren't the same. You learn, you grow from it. It's okey to doubt yourself, but please, don't ever doubt all the love and support you get."

I paused, hoping I didn't do too far and missed my point. But in a way, I could also feel I got it right. He was looking at the Circo, his eyes even more sparkling than before.

"I..." He got up, standing on the bench, looking as tall as a statue from my perspective. He came down and took a few steps. I got on my feet, starting to feel concerned about what I just said.

"I didn't know I needed to hear that." He finally confided. "I always wanna reach perfection. I'm aware I can be authoritative, sometimes even harsh, on the band. I can't accept to be a failure. But love and support, that, I can't get enough of."

I didn't respond. There was nothing to add. This instant felt like an hour. The wind was slightly blowing through the length of the Circo in front of us. His hair reflected the gentle light of the moon, only showing her first quarter. He broke the tranquility of the moment, turning and taking a few steps in my direction.

"Grazie mille" he said, his arms opened, calling for a hug.

"But, you're very welcome" I said approaching him, softly putting my arms on his back as he put his over my shoulders. The second before his face disappeared from my vision, i noticed a tear on his cheek.

"You've completed reset my mind. I feel like I can start all over again. I was anguished, trapped by my anxiety. But it's all gone now. You've changed me. Thank you, thank you so much" He affirmed full of hope, his voice shivering.

"Wow, well. I had no idea I could change someone's life." I answered, trying to hide how moved I myself was from the conversation.

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It was almost midnight now. We kept talking for a while, comparing life in Rome and Paris, exchanging what was our best concert experiences. But he still needed to get back home to rest before the concert, and I didn't want to arrive too late at my airbnb - even if I could have spent the whole night talking with him. Yet, to enjoy our last few minutes together, he offered to walk me back to where I was staying. It was just a 15 minutes walk, along the Tevere river bank.

"So tell me." he asked with a smirk. "How does the Bare Necessities go in French ?" He started to muffle the melody.

"Oh no, you don't expect me to actually sing it ?"

"Hehe, you got me into a therapy session, so I can get a little song from you, no ?"

"Damn, you. This is blackmail !" But drunk on the moment, I took a deep breath.

"Il en faut peeeeeeu pour être heureux, ("Look for the baaaaare necessities,") vraiment très peu pour être heureux, ("the simple bare necessities") il faut se satisfaire du nécessaire !" ("Forget about your worries and your strife")"

I started dancing along, if I had to be ridiculous, might as well utterly be. But he actually followed my lead, clicking his fingers.

"In fondo, baaaasta il minimo, ("I mean the baaaaare necessities") sapessi quanto è facile ("Old Mother Nature's recipes") Trovar quel po' che occorre per campar ! ("That brings the bare necessities of life !")

We kept on singing Disney songs for a few minutes as we walked at a slow pace - I was shocked he never saw Tarzan and immediately made him promise to watch it as i told him Phil Collins recorded all the songs in five languages, including Italian. When we finally reached my destination, we exchanged a last timid hug as farewell.

"Well, I'll see you on stage tomorrow." I told him as I crossed the street.

"And I'll look for you in the crowd !" He shouted with the brightest smile on his perfect face.

** the end **

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 8]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; usage of toys in public, overstimulation, oral(female receiving), anal play, forced orgasms 🥴🥴 we r back everyone! 💕💕 thank you to everyone who’s been so patient since we took a one week break from updates!! 💕💕💕💕 let’s get it!! 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - x - x

Wonwoo gets accepted to go on his archaeology trip next semester which doesn’t surprise you at all but does leave you feeling a little sadder than you anticipated.

And he tells you in the midst of eating you out, hands gripping your thighs as he laps at your clit.

“W--wait, Wonwoo--mmh!”

Your fingers tug on his short hair just as he sucks on your clit; a garbled moan spilling out of your lips as your thighs threaten to clamp shut with his head between them. But he feels you tremble, shooting you a look before he pries your legs open further, holding them still as he continues to eat you out on top of the study table.

“Wuh--wait! So, that m-means you’ll be leaving in like t-two months?” He moans against you, flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue before he licks his lips clean.

“Yeah, maybe a little bit sooner depending on what prepwork needs to be done.”

“Hmm… ‘m gonna miss you kinda. Maybe just your dick but kinda you too.”

Wonwoo chuckles, adjusting his glasses for a second before he brings his index and middle fingers to his mouth to wet them.

He pops the digits out of his mouth when he deems them wet enough, bringing them to your entrance before he slowly sinks them into you, curling them upward until they tap your g-spot.

“I’m gonna miss your pussy too, sweetheart.”

“Hey, can you put this book down on the third shelf to the right?”

Wonwoo hands you a book to reshelf and you wonder how he even managed to convince you to stick around after he went down on you. Most often than not, it was a quick rendezvous and you or he left. But you think maybe part of you is feeling a little sentimental now that you know he’s going to be gone for a while.

“Right here?”

“Mmhmm.”

The cart of books grows smaller and smaller as the two of you continue to put them away, small idle conversation helping to fill up the otherwise quiet space.

“Any big plans before you leave for, like, three months?” Wonwoo ponders for a second, turning to face you.

“Well, the guys wanted to go to some 21+ beer festival-thing next weekend. You should come with. Maybe you can help me handle them all.” He laughs lightly, a genuine smile plastered on his face when he thinks about the others.

“Are you gonna miss ‘em?” This time Wonwoo scoffs, jokingly rolling his eyes before he walks over to the nearly empty book cart.

“Are you kidding? I’m probably going to have some peace and quiet for the first time in my adult life. I'll be more concerned about having to come back after three months.”

The festival day comes up sooner than you expected; having filled up the time with finishing projects and helping Mingyu not fail his.

You wait in front of the gates, a little uneasy since it was all of SVT House and yourself.

What if someone sees me and thinks I’m the SVT House whore or something, fuck. You panic unnecessarily for a second, wondering if there’s a way for you to escape but you hear Mingyu’s voice calling your name, turning to the side to see the entire group. Too late.

“Hey, ‘Gyu.” You meet him in a hug, Minghao coming soon after until Wonwoo steps in front of you. The others coo at the two of you, jokingly calling you the ‘lovebirds’ before they start walking to the ticketing kiosks, leaving you and Wonwoo alone.

“You know how they are.” “Mm, yeah unfortunately.”

You chuckle, walking with Wonwoo to the ticketing kiosks where he pays for your ticket. “Hey, what the fuck? You never buy us anything!!” The blonde one you’d seen in passing screeches. Soonyoung.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, handing you your ticket which you thank him for. “She’s the only girl here, I’m trying to be a gentleman.” You can’t help but blush at his words, walking with the rest of them through the security check. Mingyu sends you a greasy smirk, just as you quickly flip him off.

All of you get through security with no issues, Seungcheol doing a headcount to make sure everyone’s there before he starts leading the way into the festival grounds. There’s a few amusement park rides thrown in the mix of game booths and alcohol stalls as well and you’re semi-glad it’s a 21+ event only; something was telling you things could get messy.

Wonwoo tugs on your elbow not a second after, curiosity plastered on your face when you turn to face him. “Before we… get started, I have a gift for you.” He smirks, pulling out a small box from his pocket before placing it in the palm of your hands.

You barely open it for a split-second before you quickly put the cover back on, cheeks hot as you stare up at the fox-eyed male. “How the fuck did you get this through security!?” You whisper harshly. He chuckles quietly, pulling the remote from his pocket as he spins the keychain loop around his index finger.

“Dunno, guess sex toys don’t make the sensor go off.”

He tells the others that the two of you were going to head to the restrooms really quick, telling Seungcheol to text him their location while he waits for you.

The blush eats you alive when you slip into a restroom stall, hiking up your dress slightly to pull down your normal panties to replace them with the vibrating panties that Wonwoo had somehow gotten through security. You could already feel yourself getting slightly wet; the thrill of him controlling your orgasms in a public place suddenly extremely hot. And the toy sits directly on your clit, a small shiver running up your spine as you adjust it before gathering your things and leaving. Wonwoo meets you outside, eyebrow quirked as he grins. “Let’s give it a try, hmm?”

The vibrations hit you hard and fast, a choked noise all you can muster in the three seconds he turns it on and off. “Oh, seems like it's working well.”

When the two of you meet up with the rest of the guys, they’re at a game booth trying to win some stuffed animal.

You feel mildly on edge now that you knew Wonwoo could turn the toy on at any second, a cold sweat on your skin as you stand in between Minghao and Wonwoo. “That took you awhile. You guys weren’t… doing anything unsavory were you?” You grit your teeth; Wonwoo having turned on the toy on its lowest level just as Minghao finished asking.

“No? We’re literally here to eat and maybe get a little drunk. Cut me some slack, ‘Hao. When have you ever seen me acting out in public?” Minghao nods slowly at Wonwoo’s words, eyeing you before he clears his throat.

“Ok, I mean… Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Wonwoo shifts the vibration intensity higher, your legs twitching underneath your dress. You can feel your body tensing up, pussy clenching around nothingness as the toy assaults your clit. “Don’t you have anything to say to defend yourself?” Minghao jokes, jabbing you with his elbow.

“W--what? N-no… I mean, I just, I--I needed to use the restroom. There was a line and y-yeah...” You blabber, hands clenched into fists on your sides. Wonwoo eases up, turning the toy off just as your body slumps forward slightly.

“You okay, though? You seem tired.” Minghao’s voice is filled with worry as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah! I’m good, just slept kinda weird last night so I might seem a ‘lil tired today!” He buys it, thankfully, turning his attention back to the others just as Seungcheol wins the stuffed animal.

“For the sweet lady.”

Seungcheol winks, handing you the small stuffed bear just as Wonwoo sets the vibration to the maximum level, forcing an orgasm out of you in a matter of seconds just as you choke out a small ‘thank you’ towards Seungcheol.

You grit your teeth hard, nails digging into the poor stuffed animal you were gifted. “What’cha gonna name it?” You meet the eyes of Seokmin, a cheery smile on his face. Wonwoo turns the toy off again, a soft chuckle fluttering by.

“I don’t know.”

Thankfully you do manage to have fun; momentarily forgetting about the toy. And Wonwoo seems to forget about it for a bit too, enjoying the drinks as you all stop at stalls to grab different beers to try in between all of your conversations.

One of the younger ones, Seungkwan, suggests getting on one of the rides; queueing up in front of the merry-go-round near-by.

“This is supposed to be, like, a wine and cheese festival but we have beer and children’s rides. Who even came up with this?” Vernon asks, genuinely curious.

“Broke college kids who can’t afford wine and cheese but can afford cheap beer and free rides and need escapism.” Everyone nods sadly at Jeonghan’s words, unfortunately very true. 

And much like you expect, the small vibrations come back; Wonwoo having set it on the lowest setting while you all waited in line. “We should go sit and eat for a bit after this. My feet are kinda killing me.” Jun complains, but everyone agrees, deciding to take a little break after the ride to finally eat something.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m full of beer, I need something to eat.” Joshua whines.

Wonwoo turns the vibrations up a level, your thighs rubbing together under your dress as you sneakily shift from one foot to the other. He calls your name loud enough to get the attention of everyone else, their eyes on you as you mentally curse at him.

“What do you feel like eating? We should let you choose.” The others nod, a sly smirk plastered on his features. “Geez hyung, you’re really trying to put on that gentlemanly charm, huh?” Chan teases. You laugh awkwardly, a bead of sweat trickling down your temple as you wipe it away.

Gentleman, my ass.

“I--um, I--I saw a pretzel stall we p-passed by, it se--seems like it’d go well w-with drinks…”

The others agree just as you’re all let onto the merry-go-round, sitting on one of the horses next to Wonwoo. The ride starts soon after; the others laughing and cracking jokes almost immediately as they all sit in front of you. Wonwoo’s eyes glint with mischief when your eyes meet, your hand covering your mouth as you let out a choked cry.

At the angle you’re sitting in, the toy presses harder against your clit and almost like Wonwoo knows that, he sets the toy to the highest level again. And this time, you can’t help but grind against it, thankful that you could mask your movements on the god-forsaken ride. “W-Wonwoo…” You whisper. He barely catches it over the ride’s music, smirking as he only mouths the word ‘cum’ to you.

A shiver runs up your spine when you finally cum this time, toes curling in your sandals as you bite your lip to hold in any noises. You sit up pin straight on your horse, your entire body twitching at your second orgasm. But it doesn’t last long, much like your first one. Wonwoo turns off the toy again, just as the ride starts to come to a stop and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Need some help down, m’lady?” This time it’s Mingyu offering his hand which you shakily take, palm clammy when you place yours in his. “Jesus, are you okay? Why is your palm so sweaty?”

“Yeah, m’fine, I think the beer is getting to me.” He pouts at you, rubbing your back slightly as he ushers your wobbly body off of the ride. “You know what’ll fix that? More beer but also some food, finally.”

You and Mingyu fall into idle conversation; Wonwoo giving you a break that you deserve after forcing two orgasms out of you. And eventually you find the pretzel stall, thankful that there’s empty tables around as you all find a seat.

You sit at a table with Wonwoo by your side, Jihoon and Mingyu sitting on the opposite side.

“We’ll go in pairs or something, so we don’t lose our seats.” You nod at Seungcheol’s suggestion, just thankful you can finally sit and catch your breath. Mingyu and Jihoon get up first, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” The tone in Wonwoo’s voice is provoking, your head tilting slightly to look at him and glare. “You’re actually the devil. Gentlemanly, my fucking ass.” You whisper harshly. The stuffed toy in your hands gets squeezed hard again, Wonwoo prying it out from between your iron grip.

“Don’t cuss in front of our child.” He smiles sickly sweet at you, smoothing down the toy’s faux fur before he places it in front of you again.

You’re about to open your mouth to retort but you notice Jihoon coming back, placing food and a cup of beer right in front of you instead. “Hey, uhh, I paid for your food and drink. Hope that’s okay. You seemed tired.” There’s a faint blush on his cheek just as he shyly looks away.

“O-oh. Thank you, Jihoon, that’s really sweet of you…”

“Um, mmhmm, I’m gonna go get my own food, I’ll be back.”

Wonwoo scoffs when Jihoon walks away, plucking the remote from his pocket again. “Isn’t that cute? Everyone’s treating you like a little princess. Doting on you while you cum because of me. So spoiled.”

You blush, choosing to ignore Wonwoo’s words as you focus on eating the food Jihoon had so kindly gotten for you. Eventually the other two come back, leaving Wonwoo to get his own food as he leaves you with them. “Jeez, couldn’t even get me anything, Mingyu?”

“Sorry bro, only one pair of hands!”

The three of you laugh, delving into conversation as the tall male leaves. “Anyway, you guys aren’t dating right?” Mingyu asks. You nod. “We’re not. Why?”

“No reason, just checking in to see if anything’s changed.”

“Since you’re not dating, d’you wanna come to my studio?” You choke on your food, eyes bulging as you stare at Jihoon. “I--what?” He places his food down, taking a sip of his beer before he replies.

“Nothin’ sexual, just could use an outside opinion on some music stuff. We’re all art kids to some degree, y’know? Sometimes I need an outsider’s opinion.”

“But--but what does that have to do with me dating Wonwoo?”

“Nothing really. I just didn’t want to ask just in case he got the wrong idea.” Wonwoo walks back in mid-conversation, setting his things down as he looks at Jihoon. “Wrong idea?”

“I asked her if she’d come to my studio to give me an opinion on music stuff. Nothing major.” Wonwoo glances at you before he takes a sip of his own beer. “Jihoon’s really good at producing. You’d be lucky to hear what he works on. ”

“I’d love to come by whenever!” You smile at Jihoon, hurriedly finishing your food. The other three take their time, discussing various topics just as you see Wonwoo slip his hand towards his pants pocket again. Oh no.

This time he wastes no time, already setting the toy to the middle setting as you try your best to not lurch forward over the table top. Your body is already extremely sensitive from your past orgasms and you find it hard to keep in the noises you so badly want to let out.

“We should go to a few more game booths and then maybe hit up the rides before we leave.” Mingyu says with a mouthful of food. “Mm, yeah, they set up a cool arcade area on the north end of the grounds, we should head over there when the sun goes down.” Wonwoo adds.

You find it incredible that he can sound so normal in this situation and you almost feel jealous. Fucker.

The three continue to chat about the day’s plans just as your orgasm begins to crest quickly, Jihoon’s eyes landing on you when he asks for your opinion. You almost feel bad that you’re cumming while staring Jihoon straight in the eyes but you figure it wasn’t the first time today that had happened anyway.

The wetness between your legs feels horrible when you come down from your high; panties sticking to you like a second skin as you rub your thighs together.

“Yeah, sounds g-good!”

Wonwoo lets up, letting you enjoy the rest of your day in peace for the most part.

The sun eventually goes down and all of you head towards the arcade tent; everyone splitting up to go do their own thing for the time being. You stick with Wonwoo however, walking around quietly and looking at all the arcade cabinets with him.

“Tired yet?”

“Why? Think I can’t keep up with you?” You quip, a little on edge. In truth, you were a little tired. But you also wanted Wonwoo to fuck you already and you weren’t even sure if he’d give in.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. I know you can keep up with me. Just wondering if you were wanting one more orgasm before the night was over.”

Oh.

“Yes.”

You reply before you can even really think, body suddenly on fire at the thought of his hands finally on you. And just like you expect, Wonwoo turns the toy back on, setting it to its lowest level. “Let’s play a game.” He offers, walking you towards one of the zombie shooter games.

“If you win, I’ll fuck you however you want me. If I win, I’ll fuck you however I want you. Deal?” You nod feverishly, not caring about the outcome. If it resulted in him fucking you, there was no real losing. “Okay, sure. Let’s do it.” Wonwoo leaves the toy on as he puts the quarters in the machine, already flying through the intro screen. “I hope you’re ready to lose, sweetheart.”

And lose you do, but you feign disappointment for his sake, setting the fake gun back into its place just as Wonwoo raises the vibration level of the toy. “F--Fuck!” And this time, your voice is drowned out in the crowd of people and arcade noises, small cries and moans spilling from your lips as you lean up against the arcade cabinet. “Pl--please, Wonwoo I can’t w-wait any longer, I don’t care i--if you fuck me here, please!”

Wonwoo laughs, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he drags you out of the arcade tent. “We’ll save that for another time.” He leads you towards the restrooms, although in a much emptier part of the grounds.

“Wait, what if someone… sees us?” He scoffs just as he begins to walk into the restrooms, pulling you in behind him. “Please, this is a 21+ event with booze, I’m sure someone’s fucked in here before we have.” Wonwoo pushes you into one of the stalls, locking it behind him as he fishes for the toy’s remote.

“Let’s get you a little wetter, baby.”

“No~ I’m already so wet, please Wonwoo…” You face one of the restroom walls, pressing your ass against his crotch. His cock is already from what you can feel as you start to grind against him. “Fuck, please, you’re already hard, please just fuck me!” You cry, dropping all of your things to the grimy restroom floor before placing your hands on the wall in front of you.

“I won the game but here you are begging me to do what you want. So so spoiled.” He turns off the toy, placing the remote in his back pocket before he grips the hem of your dress, flipping it up to expose your ass to him.

He helps you slide down your soaked panties, pocketing the material as well before starts undoing his jeans and underwear. “Don’t you want me to eat you out? Get you nice and prepped for my cock?”

“No, fuck, I just want you to fuck me, please! I’m so w-wet I--you could just… slide right in…” The thought alone has you drooling; squirming when you feel the head of his cock sliding through your wet folds.

“What if I wanted to fuck your ‘lil ass, hmm?” You can feel your pussy throb at the prospect. “I--Wonwoo… fuck, I’d let you!” You moan out.

Wonwoo smirks behind you, positioning his cock at your entrance before he slowly eases himself in. “We’ll also save that for another time… But I’ll give you a little taste in a bit.” You groan in response, thanking the heavens when you feel his thick cock inside your pussy. And it takes everything you have to not cum as soon as he bottoms out, cock already prodding at your cervix.

“Ngh, fuck…”

The sound of skin slapping and moans bounce off the restroom walls and you don’t even care if anyone can hear or see what’s going on. But Wonwoo takes his time; slow but hard thrusts that have you whining and clenching hard around him as your body jerks in his hold.

“You were so good for me today. Cumming and not even letting any of them know.” A warm feeling floods your senses at his praise. “And here you are, still taking my cock after you’ve already cum so many times. So good for me, sweetheart.” 

You let out a sharp breath when you feel his thumb circling your puckered hole. 

“Wonwoo... p-please...” You meet his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock as he lets a glob of spit land on your hole, his thumb using it as lubrication before he slowly eases in the digit. 

“Oh g-god, I--fuck, please, please, please!” You mumble, feeling even more full than you ever were. 

“Hah, you’re so cute. Next time we’ll have to use some new toys, hmm? Get all you nice and filled up.” 

“Fuck, yes!” 

Wonwoo fucks you faster, keeping his thumb in your ass as he chases his orgasm. Your body jolts in his hold, already feeling your own orgasm starting to build as well. “Won--Wonwoo ‘m close already...” You mumble, sensitive body already beginning to slump against the dirty wall.

“Cum with me then, sweetheart.” 

You nod shakily, pussy getting tighter around his cock as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. And Wonwoo follows suit, groaning when he cums inside of your pussy, fucking his cum deeper into you as your walls flutter around his cock when you cum with him. 

“Fuck, Wonwoo!” 

You feel yourself drooling as you cum, eyes clenched shut as the pleasure washes over you. Your orgasm seems to last longer than your previous ones despite how exhausted you feel afterwards, but you’re sure it’s because of Wonwoo and not because of some toy. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“H--Huh?” You head feels muddled as you turn your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of him. 

“I’ve been asking you if you were ok for the past minute. You zoned out.” 

“Oh... m’okay... tired...” You whisper out, oversensitivity setting in when he slides his cock from your swollen pussy. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll get you some water, okay?” 

You can barely stand up straight when you try to exit the restroom stall,  Wonwoo offering to piggy-back you back to the arcade tent where everyone else is waiting. 

He keeps the vibrating panties but lets you put you regular panties back on. 

“I was smart to put ‘em in my bag...” You tell him sleepily, nuzzling into his neck as he carries you. 

“You’re lucky you did or else I’d have to put the other one back on.” He grins, re-adjusting you on his back as he sees the others standing in front of the arcade tent. 

“Okay, see, now I know you two were up to no good.” Minghao tuts, arms crossed as he looks over your tired form. “God, and here we thought you were one of the good ones, hyung.” Chan adds, dramatically shaking his head as they start walking towards the amusement park rides. 

“You might’ve gotten whatever sick thrills you wanted but we still wanna go on the rides so you’re gonna have to come with us now!” Soonyoung screams before running ahead, Wonwoo turning with you still on his back. 

“You gonna be okay? Or do you wanna ditch them?” You tighten your grip around his neck, sleepy eyes watching as the others chase Soonyoung. 

“I’ll be okay, let’s catch up with them before they lose Soonyoung.” 

[flowesona]

Judgement - Yandere! Taehyung x reader

The Tarot Series

“You’re not mad?” Jimin was doubled over in shock, barely able to stay in his seat.

“I mean… I just want the best for you. But he’s such an obsessive person, and a complete control freak. I don’t think you deserve that.” 

“He’s not like that! Well, not any more, maybe.” (Y/N) read her friend’s face. Nothing but pure earnestness, truly believing that Kim Taehyung was a good person. 

“Did you want a refill?” Before she could say another word, Jimin was standing up with their coffee cups in his hands.

(Y/N) nodded dumbly. Her mind was plagued by the thought of her ex-boyfriend edging his way into her friend’s life to destroy it. 

The last time she’d seen Taehyung, he’d sworn she’d never find anyone like him. If she did, he would slit their throat, he would pull out their teeth. Anything to make his “imposter” pay. The idea that the same person who’d made such violent threats had now happily moved on was a jarring idea, but one that soothed (Y/N). Now they could both live their lives for the better. 

The smooth clunk of the cup onto the table awoke (Y/N) from her daydream, as she thanked her friend and blew on her beverage to cool it down.

As they drank their newly refreshed coffees and discussed trivial TV programs, all the tension seeped out of (Y/N) body. Finally, she felt like life was in order, and she could move on. 

The friendly conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone unlocked the door, shuffling in and removing their shoes.

“Tae? You’re home!” Jimin broke out into a grin seeing his boyfriend, clambering over the couch to greet him.

His hair was longer now, (Y/N) observed. His style was different, his skin had some ethereal glow to it. For a second she was worried she could fall in love with him again, only to see him give Jimin a peck on the cheek as he removed his jacket. Taehyung didn’t even look at her as he tossed his jacket aside, those deep, mysterious eyes that had once been fixed on (Y/N) were now focused on Jimin.

“Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you.” Jimin beamed, giving Taehyung’s cheek a playful pinch. 

“All good things, I hope?” He replied, settling down on the sofa besides (Y/N). She flinched slightly, wanting to shuffle away. Despite all of Jimin's assurances, she was still haunted by their last interaction. 

“I was just telling her how you’ve changed. You’re a new man, and I hope you two can be good friends from now on.” Jimin gave them his best puppy dog eyes. “You’ll at least try? For me?”

(Y/N) nodded, still watching Taehyung from the corner of her eye. He met her gaze, but there was a new warmth to his eyes as if he’d found serenity. The look that made her want to forgive him so badly.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Not even her handheld fan to cool (Y/N) down from the intense summer heat was enough, as she furiously checked her watch. Jimin was late, and the movie was going to start in ten minutes. There was no way they’d have time to pay for tickets and snacks in time to be in their seats when the film starts. 

“Sorry I’m late!” Suddenly, Jimin was in her line of sight, tugging some unexpected baggage with him.

“Tae wanted to come. I hope that’s okay?” 

“Sure…” (Y/N) was too preoccupied to even acknowledge his presence as she led the couple into the cinema, almost groaning aloud when she saw the small queue. 

Luckily, Jimin was pleasant company as always, chatting to (Y/N) excitedly about the movie.

“What kind of name is Wachowski anyway? I’d put money on him being the secret villain or something.” As they were called to the front of the queue, Jimin suddenly flushed pink.

“(Y/N), can you buy these for me? I really need the toilet before it starts! I’ll pay you back, I swear.” Before she even had the chance to object he’d left, leaving his friend and boyfriend behind.

“Three tickets for the two-thirty showing, please.” Taehyung didn’t say anything, just observing as (Y/N) ordered flawlessly, reeling off her and Jimin’s traditional assortment of snacks for cinema trips. But when it came time to pay, before (Y/N) could get her card out of her wallet he was already inserting his into the reader without a word.

“Taehyung, you didn’t have to-” He placed a finger on her lips, giving her a soft smile that made her heart melt.

“My treat.” 

He picked up Jimin’s confectionery and followed (Y/N) as they navigated towards their screen, finding Jimin right outside. The grin that erupted onto Jimin’s face, as if he was being given the world, was a sight to see.

His best friend and his boyfriend were with him, giving him everything he could possibly want. (Y/N) couldn’t possibly bear to break his heart, and swallowed all objections to Taehyung’s presence. She could be optimistic for Jimin’s sake, to give him the fulfilment that he deserved. Perhaps Taehyung had learned he was better without her. Even if now, (Y/N) had started to want him back.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

“(Y/N)! Open the door! Please, (Y/N)! We need to talk!” The sobs of Jimin accompanied by the banging on her door were enough to warrant (Y/N) removing her headphones and going to greet him, despite it being dark outside and herself being ready for an evening of watching netflix alone with a bowl of store-bought gnocchi.

Jimin didn’t even hesitate pushing past her into her apartment.

He was an absolute mess. His hair was sticking up, his nose and eyes were red and puffy, and his whole body was trembling intensely.

“You were right. He’s a maniac.” Jimin managed to say shakily.

“Did you guys have an argument? You can stay at mine for the-”

“He’s insane!” Jimin cut her off. “I-I-I was at his place, and I wanted one of his shirts to stay warm. B-B-But then I found this in his drawer.”

He dug into his pocket to pull out a pair of lacy black panties.

“At first I thought he was cheating on me, and that was enough to make me want to kill him. But then I realised.” He pushed the undergarments into her hands, a fresh wave of anguish taking over.

“These are yours, (Y/N). I remember, we picked them out for your first date with him. Look, there’s a tear in them, because we got them discounted?” The young woman was frozen with horror as Jimin continued. “So I confronted him. He said there was no point in acting anymore. He never gave a shit about me, and only used me to get closer to you again. He used my feelings so that you would forgive him for the sake of our friendship, and as soon as you two were well acquainted enough he’d discard me so that you two could date again.”

“Oh, Jimin, I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) pulled her friend into a tight hug, letting his tears wet her hair as heavy sobs wracked his body.

“I-I’m the one who’s sorry. I ignored your warning, and I let him back into your life stupidly thinking he was a new man.” He wailed. 

(Y/N)’s attempts of comforting him were suddenly interrupted as she heard a tame knocking at the door.

“It’s him, it’s him. It’s got to be. (Y/N), what are we going to do?” Jimin whimpered.

“He can’t do anything, right? If he tries to break in or something, we can call the police.” (Y/N) whispered back. For a few seconds, there was silence. Then the door swung open, Taehyung strolling in casually. From the charm on the set of keys in his hand, (Y/N) knew it was Jimin’s spare set, and cursed the man internally as she held him closer.

“Jimin, you were the perfect boyfriend. Always letting me see your location on snapchat, letting me know where you keep your spare keys, not calling the police when things get a bit out of hand.” Taehyung cooed, striding towards them. “But I think our relationship is over now.” 

“Get out of my home, psycho.” (Y/N) hissed, still clinging to Jimin.

“Come on, (Y/N), you should have known. After all, I told you I could never stop loving you until the day I die.” Taehyung had a familiar simper on his face, the exact expression he’d had when she’d broken up with him and he’d promised she would be back in his arms in a year.

“You’re a monster. You played with Jimin’s feelings just so you could be back in my life. And for what? To control me again, to make me your puppet again?” She snarled, her fingers slightly digging into Jimin out of pure anger.

“For you, my love. You can call me whatever you want, you can despise me from the bottom of your heart. But I will not stop until you are mine again, no matter what.” 

“Go fuck yourself, bastard.” Jimin finally spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Jimin. You’ve been useful to me, but now that time is over. I think you should leave me and (Y/N) alone now.” Taehyung purred, one hand dipping into his jacket pocket.

Jimin shook his head, pushing (Y/N) behind him. 

“You were good to me, Jimin. Don’t be a thorn in my side now.” Taehyung growled, but the older man refused to back down. 

“Well then.” Taehyung drew a gun from his pocket. “I’ll have to get rid of you.” 

Jimin was visibly shaking with fear, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“(Y/N), get out of here now.” He said, managing to keep down the tremble in his voice.

“I can’t.” She tried to suppress her overwhelming dread as she spoke. “What do you want, Taehyung?”

As Jimin was about to protest for his friend’s sake, Taehyung cocked the gun to silence him.

“This is why you’re perfect, my love. Always so kind to your friends.” He held out his hand to her. “We should get sushi tonight, we haven’t had a proper date in a while. Come on.”

When (Y/N) placed her hand in his, giving one last longing look at Jimin to beg for his safety, she was spooked by how familiar his touch was. Taehyung wasn’t a new man, he couldn’t change after all. For (Y/N), his obsessive love was everlasting.

[forgottenword]

Nobody asked for this and I literally have other WIPs and I haven’t gotten around to posting ANYTHING. So here’s this.Also this is written not greatly. It’s my first time trying to write out a story, or even a snippet of one, in years. So bear with me, this is going to be a long journey of finding my style and enjoying writing again.ALSO be warned I did not proof read this (and i will mostly likely never be proof reading this) so um please ignore any typos.

WC: 1818

Hotch x Female Reader (Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

It’d been a hard case. But then again, when did you and the team come back and think “Oh, that one was easy.”? It was only around ten in the morning on a Friday when you all got back to Quantico, and while Hotch sent everyone home to rest for the weekend, you watched as he went straight into his office, closing his door behind him. You mentally rolled your eyes at him and instead of following his orders, you turned to follow the boss man.

“Where you going, pretty lady?” Derek called after you when you weren’t joining the team in the elevator. You stood hesitating, holding open the glass door separating the elevator from the bullpen. You didn’t need to say anything, and instead looked back at him and then back to the door of your chief.

“If anyone will get through to him it’s you, my beauty!” Penelope got out right before the slick metallic elevator doors sandwiched together. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the stubbornness of a Hotchner.

You take a deep breath before you finally step into the bullpen, your go bag slung over your shoulder, letting the glass door swing gently shut behind you. You let your bag drop as you walk by your desk, already feeling ten times lighter, you make your way to Hotch’s office. After climbing the few steps to his office, you brace yourself for the conversation to come.

It’s true, what Penelope said, you’re the only one that’ll be able to pry Hotch from his work. You joined the team not long after Rossi, the two of you immediately bonding after he got over his lone wolf thing. It didn’t take long for you to bond with the rest of the team either, all of them soon taking you under their wing as a new profiler. However, it didn’t go the same with Hotch. Whether that was for the worse or the better, nobody knew. The two of you bickered constantly. He dropped his cold exterior when you were around and he became just a bit more human. The team didn’t know which they liked better, pre-you Hotch or the Hotch he became when you were around. You fought like siblings most of the time. The team used to tease that it was like the two of you were an old married couple, each other’s work spouse’s, but not anymore out of respect for Haley. Everyone noticed the way he’d smirk just slightly after a squabble between you two, before dropping back into unit chief mode.

But ever since that fateful day a few months back.... even you hadn’t been able to get Hotch to smile. He was working himself into the floor most days and was here earlier than he was before. Nobody dared mentioned his change in attitude, and nobody especially mentioned how the rest of the team all knew you had it in you to put the broken pieces of a man back together to get something at least close to the old Hotch back.

You shook your head of all these thoughts, you bring your knuckles to the smooth exterior of the door, and knocked. You stood for a moment, waiting for his signal to come in, but it never came. Your eyebrows creased on your forehead, your worry lines coming through. You knock again, and once again, no answer. You sigh, and take a step to the side, peaking through his office window. You weren’t surprised to find the man slumped over his work, his eyebrows knitted closed together on his face as he quickly fills out form after form on his desk.

“Fuck it,” You mumble to yourself. God, I really need sleep I’m talking to myself now. You crack the door open enough to slip your head in, you clear your throat, hoping to catch the attention of your superior. Luckily, for you, he looked up at the sudden noise that broke the silence of his office.

“Y/l/n, what are you still doing here? I thought I told everyone to take the day.” He looked up at you for what seemed like a millisecond before his eyes drifted back down to his work. You took this as a your queue to take a small step into the room.

“You did sir, but you said everyone, yet you’re still here.” You kept your tone more formal, you haven’t been your usual self since..

He sighed. “Y/l/n, I really don’t have time for your games right now. Now go home and get some rest, that’s an order.” This time he looked up at you, meeting your eye.

“With all due respect sir, I can’t do that until you agree to leave too.” His eyes hardened as you didn’t take his order, you did your best to not let your eye contact waiver. You prepared yourself for this battle with him before coming in, you weren’t going down with a fight. He dropped his pen and straightened up now. “Y/n, I won’t ask again.”

“Then I won’t be refusing again.” Your crossed your arms over your chest, a determined look taking residence on your face. “Y/n, I don’t have time for this.”

“Then I think it’s time we both head out then. Come on you’ve got Jack waiting up on you and here you are-“ Your pestering sentence was interrupted but a much sharper, harsher one. “Don’t you tell me how and when to parent my son y/l/n.”

“Hotch, god no, I didn’t mean to sir. I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, feeling that you’ve overstayed your welcome and that you wouldn’t be getting through to him this time. “I’ll see you Monday, sir.” You were halfway out the door when his voice stopped you, this time much softer.

“Y/n wait.” His voice was apologetic as he leaned back in his chair, fully looking at you. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. These last few months have just been..” He ran a hand over his face, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Oh, Aaron, believe me, I know. I don’t need you to spell it out for me.” You stared at him, locking eyes and an intense feeling filled the air. After what seemed like hours, you cleared your throat. “I didn’t mean to overstep just then, I just want you to take care of yourself too, sir.”

You watched as he seems to crumble under your words. His tough, put-together facade falling. “You’re here for all of us when we need to take a moment to get ourselves together You allow us to confide in you and let us know you’ll stay strong for us when we can’t. You’re allowed to do that same, Aaron.” His eyes were now trained on the desk, his jaw tight as he clenched his teeth. You knew if he let himself relax he might break, and Aaron Hotchner did not let others see him with his walls down.

“Y/n..” If you were surprised by his use of your first name, you didn’t show it. “I don’t know how to be a good father and a good unit chief. I..” His took a shuddering breath. “I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” You asked as softly as you could.

“Afraid of failing both Jack and the team.” His voice broke at his son’s name. He seemed to be one word away from allowing his mind to take him.

You’d never heard our chief, my boss, sound so broken and lost. The man whose face is made of stone, unchanging and firm, the man who could weather any storm, the man who beat a man into the floorboards our of anger, grief, and to protect his son, looked like a child, his wall down and his vulnerability shining through. He was like a great oak tree, roots running deep, roots that would keep him grounded no matter what might come at him, but right now he looked as if he might allow the current storm take him. You couldn’t allow that.

“Let’s go home Aaron.” You said ever so softly, taking the smallest of steps towards his desk, as if you were approaching a frightened animal. His eyes snapped to yours at the mention of home, don’t read into that, and he took one last, defeated, sigh.

He just sat there, a little blankly, as you cleaned up his desk. After papers into his briefcase, grabbing old coffee cups to be dropped off in the kitchenette, and turning off his lamp, you turned to him expectantly. He was so lost in thought he wasn’t pulled out of his head until you had his chaired turned towards you and your hand was holding his, pulling gently. You gave him a gentle smile, one that just barely pulled at the corners of your mouth, and squeezed his hand. I’m here.

He allowed you to take him to your car and to drive him to his house where Jess was with a young Jack. You walked him to the door and before knocking you turned towards him. He stared ahead, his eyes fogged over by the heavy thoughts in his head.

“Aaron, go he a dad for the weekend, okay? We’ll manage without you if we get a case.” Your words startled him out of his thoughts, and the ending caused him to have a look you couldn’t decipher on his face, sadness perhaps. “It’s only a few days and Reid can probably give you a statistic on how likely it is we’d actually get called in on our weekend off. Any longer without you and all hell’d break loose.”

Your reassurance made his worry lines lessen slightly before he knocked on the door and was welcomed in by his family. You didn’t miss the way Jess looked from you and Aaron, an unreadable look on her face.

Later that night you stopped by with takeout for the three of them from one of Hotch’s favorite local business, and a batch of your famous chocolate chip cookies. You didn’t leave without giving him another warning to not come in.

*******

You weren’t surprised the next morning to see Hotch coming in, albeit an hour or so later than usual. In lieu, he was surprised to see not only you, but the entire team working at their desks on their Saturday off. He didn’t need to ask why they were there or who was behind it. Instead he just took a moment to stare at the back of your head as you spoke animatedly to Derek and Reid. He got the message loud and clear this time, especially considering you hand wrote “We’re here” largely on a piece of paper and stuck it to his desk.

He smiled to himself. Maybe he wasn’t as alone in this dark world as he thought he was. Maybe he’d found his light.

@winterscaptain

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Kitten Part VII

Kylo AU x Reader

Here we go againnnnnn. Im not sure how the hell this fic has become so long. It’s going to start wrapping up in the next part. Enjoy friends!

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, praise kink Tag list: @reyloaddict55​ @candycanes19​ @jediminddicks1000​ @finn-ray-nal-beads​ @maybe-your-left​ @thegreenmatt​ @morby​ @sydneyssmut​ @contesa-lui-alucard

To start this fic from the beginning, please refer to my masterpost. 

The week slipped by.

Your dress from Kylo arrived at work on Friday morning, no chance to back out of wearing it.

You took the garment bag and an additional box into your office and shut the door. 

You hung the garment bag on the back of the door. Too nervous to open it just yet. You had enough information to trust his taste, he had your sizing, but part of you was still nervous you would be faced with a dress 2 sizes too small that resembled a wench costume.

Exhaling through your mouth slowly you opened the box. 

You frowned. There were 2 separate parcels. Black tissue paper - of course. You almost rolled your eyes.

You removed the first parcel. Definitely a shoe box. You gasped when you removed the paper and opened the box. 

“Fucking hell Kylo.” You muttered. .

You had watched enough Sex and the City and read enough Vogue to recognize the unmistakable embellishment. Black Manolos. 

You stroked the shoe in wonder, marveling at the craftsmanship. 

You repeat your deep yoga breaths, trying not to panic. This was a lot. Extravagant. You knew damn well how much shoes like this cost. You purchased luxury goods from time to time, usually feeling nauseous after the transaction.

You moved to the next parcel, removing it from the box carefully.

Teasing open the tissue paper you broke into a grin. Black lace. A tiny scrap of a thong and a strapless bustier. You grazed your fingers across the fabric, it was beautiful, the bustier was mostly sheer, the boning visible. 

You were seeing the vision, and you were in support of it, chewing your lip as you imagined yourself in just the lingerie and heels. Imagining the look on his face when he saw you in your gifts. 

“Ok, let's do this.” You murmured to yourself, walking over to stand in front of the garment bag. 

Another deep breath. You slowly unzipped the bag. The first thing you saw was the label. You were going to kill him. This was too much. 

Alexander McQueen, fucking McQueen! You knew it was going to be perfect before you even had the whole bag open.

The neckline was an elegant sweetheart cut. The hourglass silhouette, midi length and black fabric exuded understated elegance. You turned the dress to find a back slit at the hem. 

You held it, staring in awe. It was beyond anything you could have expected. 

You hung it back up gingerly.

You sat at your desk feeling dazed. Overwhelmed by the generosity, unsure what it meant? Just- everything. 

-

You had agreed to meet at Kylo’s prior. 

You felt amazing, the dress fit like a glove. You had never worn anything so beautifully made. Everything you liked about your body was accentuated. The bustier clinched in your waist and pushed up your breasts just enough; you had stared at yourself in the mirror in slight amazement. 

And! the! shoes! So comfortable for a pair of heels, so much so that the price suddenly seemed reasonable. 

In a last minute panic you had had your hair and makeup done. You’d be damned if your cosmetic skills were going to let the team down. 

Your stomach flip flopped as you rode the elevator to Kylo’s floor, nervous excitement coursing through your body. 

You knocked on his front door and waited. 

The door opened. Your jaw went slack as you took in the glory that was Kylo in a tux.

“Wow.” You breathed, walking in the door. 

He was frozen in place, slowly taking you in.

He met your gaze, “Y/n, you look—..fuck you look amazing—...beautiful.” 

“I- this” you motioned at your dress and shoes, “this is too much-...what I mean is, thank you, it’s so generous, but-... fuck Kylo, Manolo’s? McQueen? I just about passed out when I op-”

He cut off your babbling by stepping forward and grabbing the back of your neck, greeting your lips with a bruising kiss.

“So you like them then?” He smiled, against your mouth. 

“I love them. I—” he again swallowed your words, his kiss slow and passionate.

He traced along your collarbone with his fingers, “should have got you a necklace.” He mused, breaking the kiss.

“No…” you shook your head, sighing as his soft lips kissed down your neck. 

“Stop being so oppositional.” He murmured, lips still planting delicate kisses on your décolletage.

You huffed. He stood up to full height, eyes twinkling. 

“Accept it, Kitten. I’m going to spoil you. I want to.”

You sighed, fingering the lapels of his tux, “it makes me a bit uncomfortable” you grumbled, “so much money…”

“I don’t have anything else to spend my money on.” He said softly. You felt a twinge of sadness. “Do you want to know why I got you that dress?”

“Mmmm why?” 

“The collection was inspired by art nouveau which you said you loved. Remember, you showed me that work by Klimt?  Also I knew you would look incredible in it.” 

You look up at him, right into the dark amber of his eyes. You were moved.

“Are you serious?” You murmured in wonder.

He nodded, eyes crinkling with a smile, notably chuffed at your reaction.

“Kylo… this is, wow—...I’m really touched. I have only known you what? 8 or 9 months and this is the most thoughtful gift I have ever….” you trailed off. Feeling a wave of emotion that made you choke up.

“Oh, Kitten, I didn't mean to upset you.” He soothed, pulling you into his chest, it felt so safe there, engulfed by his arms.

“It’s a good upset.” You sniffed, pressing your face to his chest. 

“Oh shit! Fuck!” You pulled away, “fucking makeup, You inspected his shirt and tuxedo jacket, relieved to find no traces of foundation.

Kylo looked at you amused. “I wouldn’t have been totally upset if we couldn’t go because my shirt got stained.”

“Behave.” You grinned giving him a playful smack on the chest before taking his hand, “come on, we better go.”

-

You stepped through the main door of the venue. People were milling around everywhere, beautifully dressed women and dapper men chatting loudly, armed with drinks.

Kylo took your hand and squeezed gently.

“What these things are good for is the booze.” He said as he steered you towards the bar. 

You were soon armed with generously poured cocktails. 

“I’m going to apologise in advance for the incredibly boring conversation.” He said in a low voice.

“It’s ok, I have to go to shit like this for the gallery all the time. Keep the patrons happy, fundraising and all that jazz.”

“Probably more interesting people than this bunch.” He grimaced.

As if on queue a deep voice boomed, “Dr Ren!”

An older gentleman ambled up to Kylo and whacked him on the back jovially. “How are you son?!” 

They shook hands, “great to see you again Sir!” 

The man turned his attention to you, you smiled politely.  

“Ren, who is this lovely lady you have with you?”

“This is Dr y/l/n, y/n is the director at the city art gallery.” He introduced you, a touch of pride in his voice. “y/n, this is Sir David Walker, chair of the medical council.”

“Lovely to meet you Sir.” You shook his hand.

“Likewise, likewise.” He smiled at you warmly. “Excellent to have such bright young minds among us old decrepit lot.”

You laughed as he turned back to Kylo. 

“So where have you been hiding this one, Ren, keeping her away from all this malarkey as long as possible?.” He joked. 

Kylo’s hand crept to the small of your back, where it rested.

You sipped away at your drink as they got into a conversation about the stock market, nodding when it seemed appropriate. 

You crept away at one point, getting another round of drinks for you both. 

You came back to find Kylo alone, you handed him his drink. 

“Told you.” He grinned.

“Oh stop, he was very nice.” You chided, sipping your drink.

-

2 hours later you were many cocktails deep and chatting away to whoever was around, Kylo was a few steps away with a group of men discussing the driest topics known to man. You had tapped out pretty quickly, opting for another drink and mingling.

 His eyes drifted every now and then, checking on you. If you caught his eye you would wink. 

-

It was nearing midnight when you came back to each other. 

You were leaning against a pillar, watching some of the guests dancing outrageously. Kylo came up behind you and slipped his hands around you. 

“You look sooooooooo fucking hot, Kitten.” He murmured in your ear.

Oh he was tipsy. Definitely tipsy. Handsy as well. His hands brushing the underside of your breasts.

“Hiiiiiiii baby.” You grinned, reaching back and stroking his face. “Are you drunk?”

“A little, I’m also hungry, all they have is fucking canapés the size of thimbles.”

“Oh god don’t even talk about food, I’m wasting away here.” Your stomach growled as if in agreement.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and get pizza.” He decided.

“Now we are fucking talking!”

You were feeling rather tipsy as well, your feet not quite coordinating as you wished. You swore as you stumbled a little. 

“Fucking martinis.” You grumbled, as Kylo’s arm shot out to steady you.

-

You managed to get yourselves down the road and into a pizza shop. Collapsing gratefully into a booth.

Because you were both slightly inebriated, ordering 3 pizzas seemed like an amazing idea, because how could you ever choose? 

When the table was heaving with giant pizzas you realised the absurdity of your order. 

“Babe, smile- this is fucking ridiculous.” Kylo laughed, holding up his iPhone. You posed with your slice of pizza, grinning at the camera. 

He snapped a few, chuckling. 

You both did an impressive job at getting through most of the pizza. Glad to soak up some of the booze sloshing in your stomach. 

Feeling less like a legless teenager, you held Kylo’s hand as you walked down the street. A breeze picked up and you shivered. 

Pausing, Kylo took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 

“What a gentleman, thank you.” You smiled, kissing his hand softly. 

“Looks good on you.” He winked, as he opened the Uber app on his phone. 

The car pulled up within minutes. Kylo pulled your body into his, in the back seat, keeping you warm. 

-

You unlocked your front door, “welcome to my humble abode, it’s not quite Casa Ren, but I like it.” 

Kylo walked into your apartment and his eyes flitted around. 

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either, somewhere in the middle. The walls were covered in art, well actually, anything that made you happy really. 

“This is so…..you.” He smiled, seeming much more relaxed than you had expected, “it smells like you.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” You said softly, tucking yourself under his arm. He kissed the top of your head, wordlessly. 

“Can you undress me Daddy?” You whispered, snuggling into him.

You felt him freeze, and exhale with a soft hum.

“Just let me know if i take it too far or something ok? I’ve never done this...er, roleplay” you looked up at him biting your lip.

He chuckled, eyes fiery “neither have I Kitten, but say it again.”

“Dadddddy.” 

“Fuck.”

“Show Daddy the pretty lingerie he got you, Kitten.” 

You took off the dress carefully. He didn’t take his eyes off you. You looked at him and twirled. 

“What do you think, Daddy?” You asked with a little smile. 

“Jesus Christ, come here.” He said softly. 

You walked and stood in front of him. 

“What’s that in your trousers Daddy?” You asked coyly gazing at his obvious erection, before being unable to control yourself and letting out a laugh. 

His hand landed on your backside fairly hard, making you yelp.

He was grinning, “why don’t you put your hand in there and find out little girl?”

You pushed him against the wall and worked his belt open. You watched his face as you put your hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his cock. 

Sucked in air through clenched teeth and met your gaze. 

You widen your eyes, “so big Daddy!”

He smirked. You were both finding this whole roleplay comical, but it was quickly becoming insanely sexy, you were getting lost in the moment.

“Do you think you can fit it in your mouth Kitten?” He almost purred.

“I can try my best, Daddy.” 

“That’s my good girl.”

You hummed happily at his words, getting down on your knees and pulling down his trousers and briefs.

Wrapping your hand back around the base you began to kitten lick his tip. He leant his head back against the wall making a strangled sound. 

Flattening your tongue you licked him in one slow motion from base to tip, pausing to tease that one spot you knew drove him wild.

“Hhhhnggh good gi-... jesus!” You took him entirely in your mouth without warning, until you gagged.

You sat back on your feet and pouted up at him, “it’s too big, Daddy.” 

His eyes crinkled with amusement, “Shall i take you to bed, little girl?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and trousers. 

You nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, Kitten.”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He motioned for you to stand up, when you were on your feet he picked you up. 

He carried you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t fucking stop with this, it’s so fucking sexy babe.” he breathed in your ear as he walked. 

You chuckled, “this is fun, Daddy.”

He growled, before placing you gently on the bed.

He slowly took off his shirt, you watched, you could almost see his mind ticking.  

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” you smiled, leaning back on your arms. 

“You can start by taking off those panties and showing Daddy your pussy.” he said casually.

You lifted your hips and slid the tiny thong off, kicking it at him. Leaning back on your elbows you spread your legs wide. 

“Touch yourself, tell me how wet you are.” he instructed, roughly. 

“Yes Daddy.” you purred, taking two fingers and running it through your folds with a little groan. 

He looked at you expectantly, now completely naked, cock angrily red and erect. 

“It’s very wet Daddy, what does that mean?” you asked with a smirk. 

“It means, little girl, that you are ready for Daddy’s cock.” he breathed.

You nodded in agreement, grinning as he got onto the bed next to you and lay on his back, then patted his thighs, “come sit here Kitten, Daddy wants to see your pretty tits bounce in the lingerie he got you.” 

You clambered over his thighs eagerly, dragging your pussy over his thigh greedily. 

He grabbed your hips and lined you up, so you hovered just above the tip of his weeping cock. 

He pushed you down onto his cock agonisingly slowly, watching your face intently as it contorted with pleasure, little whimpers tumbling from your lips as he stretched you out. It wasn't until he had you fully sheathed that he threw his head back with a loud moan. 

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” he moaned. 

You used all your willpower to stay still and wait for instruction. 

“Fuck, Kitten, move baby girl.” he hissed, taking your hips again and setting a pace for you.

“Perfect, you’re perfect.” he moaned as you moved up and down, rolling your hips slightly. 

His eyes did indeed watch your tits bounce in the bustier, hands caressing your thighs. 

Your hands crept in between your legs, seeking your clit. He batted your hand away and replaced your fingers with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh god, Ky-..Daddy-” you cried out as he pressed firmly on your clit and began to thrust to meet your movements. 

“Need to cum Kitten?” he asked, pausing his thumbs movement on your clit.

“Mmmmm yes, yes please, Daddy, please!” you pleaded. 

He doubled his efforts, sending you barreling toward climax with a gasp. 

You came with a sob, chanting, “Daddydaddydaddydaddy.”

He flipped you both over, so you could lie bonelessly as he held your legs to his chest as he thrust into you to reach his own climax with a loud growl. 

He collapsed next to you panting, “That was…”

“Hot.” you finished before laughing and rolling over, tucking yourself under his arm. 

[artificialqueens]

Stupid For You, Chapter 7 (Crygi, Jankie, Jaida x Nicky) - Metaluna

Fic summary: A cliche lesbian AU. It’s the summer before Gigi goes to college, and she decides it’s time to take a job at a local amusement park. There, she meets Crystal, a beautiful girl that she with bonds over the anxiety of the service industry. Almost immediately, Gigi gets it BAD for Crystal. Meanwhile, Jackie definitely ISN’T gay. She likes men. Only. Men. What happens when a beautiful girl named Jan comes into the picture? And lastly, Nicky flirts with anything with a pulse. Jaida falls for anyone who gives her attention. This is going to be one interesting summer

Chapter summary: If anyone knows how to party, it’s the staff of Paradise Isle. When Brita turns 21, she’s determined to have the biggest party Paradise Isle has ever seen.

A/N: Hi everyone! I officially outlined the rest of the fic so it’s going to be 10 chapters total, three more to go!!

By the time Gigi made it down the exit ramp, all she wanted to do was leave. She heard Jan behind her, but kept moving forward. Her heart beat was pounding in her ears and she began to feel warm tears form in her eyes.

“Gigi, wait!” Jan called.

Gigi didn’t listen and instead kept walking. Jan managed to chase her all the way into The Landing until Gigi stopped dead in her tracks, rested her face in her hands and started crying. Wordlessly, Jan went up to her and wrapped her in a gentle embrace. Once Gigi broke away, Jan led them to a bench, and stayed quiet. She knew Gigi was about to explode at any second.

And she was right.

“How could she do that? What the hell? If she didn’t want to see me, she could have just fucking said something! I have no idea what the hell I did to her and why she’s acting the way she is, but I guess fuck my feelings! Right? Just fuck them!” Gigi threw her hands up in frustration before crying into Jan’s shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jan cooed rubbing Gigi’s hair. She knew Gigi’s mascara was staining her shirt, but it was something she could worry about later.

“How could she?” Gigi’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know, baby. There’s no way to know what’s running through her bizarre little head.”

Gigi wiped her eyes, trying to salvage what was left of her makeup. “I’m overreacting.”

“No, you aren’t. You need to feel whatever it is that you’re feeling. Your feelings are valid and you’re entitled to them,” Jan said firmly.

“I want to hate her.”

“Why?”

Gigi sighed. “I want to hate her, because that means I wouldn’t be in love with her anymore.”

“Wow,” Jan began. “I didn’t realize you were in that deep.”

“Jan, it’s bad.”

“Sounds like it.”

“If I could just hate her, I could be done and move on. I hate that when I see her pictures on Instagram with her shitty boyfriend, all I can do is think about how I wish it was me. I hate that she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. I just want to hate her.”

“Do you honestly believe do any good?” Jan questioned.

Gigi mulled it over and sighed. “No. What am I going to do?”

“I wish I knew what to tell you, Gigi, but I don’t. But, we can figure out what we’re doing tonight. Do you want to leave, or do you want to keep hanging out with everyone? After the look I gave her and what I said to her, I don’t think she’ll come anywhere near you anytime.”

Gigi looked stunned. “Jan what the hell did you tell her?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jan winked.

“I’m not going to let her ruin my night.” Gigi’s tone was determined. “Let’s go.”

–

Nicky and Jaida were awkwardly left behind in the queue. Since they were next, they ended up going on the roller coaster. Jaida had to admit, a roller coaster was a lot less fun when one of your friends was experiencing emotional trauma, even if you were in the front.

“Should we go find them?” Nicky asked as she grabbed her purse.

Jaida thought for a moment and said, “Honestly? I don’t want to make it worse. Gigi trusts Jan and I want Gigi to talk through all the emotional shit she’s feeling.”

“Good point.”

Jaida and Nicky made their way through The Backlands. Jaida knew that she had feelings for Nicky that Nicky didn’t share. Jaida also knew that every time they slept together, she felt herself falling a little harder. As much as Jaida didn’t want to break her own heart for her final summer at the park, she swore something felt different about Nicky.

As they walked, Jaida swung her hand forward making contact with Nicky’s to test her response.

“Sorry,” Nicky mumbled putting her hand closer to her side.

The response is not the one Jaida was looking for, which caused her to sigh.

Nicky slowed her pace. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Jaida forced a smile. “Just tired.”

“Gotcha.”

Jaida wondered how dense Nicky could be. Even though Jaida couldn’t be mad that Nicky didn’t return her feelings, it still frustrated her. While Jaida knew it was a horrible idea to keep going with their fling, she liked Nicky so much that she’d rather have her physically than not at all.

 Or did she?

This wasn’t healthy for her mental state. Jaida had enough on her plate already. Between writing essay after essay for law schools throughout the country as well as working six days a week, Jaida was nearing her limit. As much as she tried to tell herself that her fling with Nicky helped her decompress, she knew that wasn’t the case. It made everything much, much worse. Before she could think on it further, she was interrupted by her phone vibrating with a text from Jan.

so I honestly cant tell if gigi’s more hurt or pissed at crystal and honestly it really doesnt matter but she did say she wants to keep the night to keep going so I say let’s do it! we’re at the landing rn, where are you??

Quickly, Jaida reiterated to Nicky the situation, and texted back, Okay, good! We’ll meet you there.

The rest of the night was filled with memorable selfies, laughs that were mostly at the extent of Jan’s inability to ride roller coasters, and by the end of the night, Gigi felt great, and was determined to not let one person ruin what was already an incredible summer.  

Following National Roller Coaster Day, Jaida, Nicky, Jan, and Gigi bonded even further, and became inseparable. Through hanging out with Jan, Gigi also developed a very close bond with Jackie. Gigi never had a group of friends before, and was thankful she had such an amazing group of friends.

Gigi formed such a close bond with her friends that she all but forgot about Crystal. At times, they ran into each other in the break room, and every time, they didn’t so much as look at each other. While the environment was tense, there was never any negativity. No one was outwardly mean to each other. In fact, everyone but Gigi maintained being friendly with Crystal. Gigi couldn’t allow this to upset her, since they were all adults and could choose their friends. At times though, it did feel like a punch in the gut when Gigi was on her breaks and saw Jan stop to talk to Crystal.

One day, Gigi sat in the breakroom. As she at her lunch, Brita sat across from her.

“Hey, Brita,” Gigi greeted.

“As you know, my birthday is drawing near.”

All Brita talked about was how she was going to turn twenty one in a couple of weeks. Everyone knew it was Brita’s birthday, including people who didn’t even know Brita.

“So I’ve heard!”

“My parents are actually going to be out of town. So, I’m going to have a party. Not just any party. No, this party is going to be so big and so memorable that they’ll be talking about this like five summers from now.”

Gigi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Brita nodded. “I’m inviting literally everyone I know who works here…”

Gigi caught on to what Brita was saying. Even the people who weren’t well versed in what happened between Gigi and Crystal knew something was wrong. “That’s fine, Brita. I’m not going to let my relationship, or lack thereof, with someone ruin your birthday.”

“Good. It’s this Wednesday, starting at 10. That way everyone has time to get ready after work. Thank god for shortened park hours.”

The scheduling gods smiled upon Jaida, Nicky, Gigi, and Jackie. Somehow they all ended up with the same days off, one of which being Friday. It helped that Jaida always sweet talked the scheduler, and the scheduler knew who her friends were. Jaida wasn’t about using her feminine charm to get what she wanted.

The girls all agreed to get ready at Gigi’s, because she had the largest space. Getting ready with others was much more fun for Gigi than getting ready alone. Although, she had to admit it was a different feeling when she and Crystal got ready together for Heidi’s party. She forced that thought out of her head as she put on an 80’s playlist. Deciding what to wear to a party was Gigi’s favorite part of getting ready. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted this party to be the exact opposite as the previous party. Because of this, Gigi opted to wear a tight orange halter top with an blue high-waisted shorts, which was the exact opposite of her black and white outfit.

“You look like your room,” Jan teased eyeing Gigi’s room decor. 

Gigi rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that my two favorite colors look amazing on me.”

“Fair,” Jaida mused as she rummaged through her bag. “Shit. I forgot my eyelash glue.”

Nicky, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground blending out a smoky eye tossed hers to Jaida. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Jaida smiled sweetly expertly applying an eyelash.

Jackie looked on incredulously. “I have no idea how you do it.”

“Lots and lots of practice,” Jaida said as she batted her eyelashes in Jackie’s direction.

“Do you ever wear more than mascara and eyeliner in your waterline?” Nicky questioned, admiring her appearance in a hand mirror.

Jackie shook her head. “I just… don’t know how to do anything else. One time I tried to do wings and it looked like a drunk toddler did them. No wait, a drunk toddler would have done better.“

Jan’s face brightened. “Can I please do your makeup? Please?”

After hesitating, Jackie said, “What the hell. Why not?”

Jan squealed as she made her way over to Jackie, who was sitting in the chair at Gigi’s desk. Watching Jan do Jackie’s makeup made Gigi feel a pang of jealousy. All through high school, she’d never had the desire to date. Of course, she definitely didn’t want a boyfriend. But, she never thought about having a girlfriend either, and only knew that she liked girls. She also never had a friend group like the one she had now. She also never thought she’d have a group of friends she could trust as much as she trusted the friends she made. For once in her life, Gigi felt safe enough to come out. Other than her family, Jan was the only person who knew, and the only reason she’d told Jan in the first place was because she was about to have a mental breakdown. But, it was time. Gigi paused the playlist.

“Everything okay, Gigi?” Nicky questioned.

Gigi took a breath. “Yes, but there’s something I have to tell all of you.”

Jan locked eyes with Gigi, already knowing what she was going to say.

“What is it?” Jaida asked setting down her brush.

“I like girls.”

Jaida ran to Gigi to give her a hug. “We love you.”

Jan laughed. “Welcome to the club.”

As Gigi unpaused the music, she breathed a sigh of relief as she topped her nude lip with gloss.

“All done!” Jan announced as she brushed powder off of Jackie’s face.

Once Gigi saw Jackie, she exclaimed, “Oh, wow.”

Jackie was already an extremely beautiful girl, but Jan’s handiwork enhanced her features. Because she knew that Jackie wasn’t one for the extravagant, Jan stuck with neutrals that gave Jackie the most effortless no-makeup-makeup look. Gigi knew that Jan was a talented makeup artist, but the makeup she did on Jackie proved it, because it was the exact opposite of Jan’s colorful halo eye she did on herself.

“Holy shit! I look good.”

Jan rolled her eyes. “You always look good, baby.”

“Thank you,” Jackie said as she kissed Jan on the cheek.

“We must commemorate this momentous occasion,” Jaida said dramatically as she signaled everyone to come in for a group photo.

“You have to take it,” Nicky said. “You have the longest arms.”

Jaida rolled her eyes. “Always.”

Once there were a few photos they were all satisfied with Gigi looked at her phone. “If we need to make a liquor run, we should probably leave now.”

Everyone piled in to Gigi’s Jeep, the group was enthusiastically discussing the night ahead. On the way to the liquor store, Jaida, who was already twenty one, made a list of what she had to purchase.

“Y’all are gonna make me look like I have a drinking problem. You best be Venmo-ing me interest,” she teased.

“We don’t have interest in France, I don’t know what that is,” Nicky joked.

Jaida playfully hit her. “You’ve lived here for over ten years.”

 Nicky shushed her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Jesus Christ, just kiss already,” Gigi teased as she pulled into the liquor store’s parking lot.

Once Jaida was inside the store, Jan spoke up. “What’s actually going on between you two?”

Nicky shrugged. “Just something for us to blow off some steam.”

Jackie hesitated. “Nicky, you realize that Jaida’s never had a girlfriend before.”

“Yeah, and?”

“She also falls really hard really quickly.”

Nicky exhaled. “She never told me that. She told me that she was good keeping it casual. She tried to bring it up a while ago, but I just thought… I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault, honey,” Jan said.

Before Nicky could respond, Jaida returned to the car.

“That was fast,” Gigi said.

“I’ve been to that store so many times, I know where everything is.”

Gigi had heard from other people that Brita had a large house, but she didn’t expect it to be quite so big. The driveway which was lined with cars spanned the length of most people’s front yards. The house looked to be three stories and was a modern build, which was a contrast to the other ranch-style houses in the area. The music could be heard from outside of the house, and Gigi mused about how Brita was lucky that she had no neighbors.

“Damn,” Gigi said as she shut her car door.

“Yeah,” Jaida began. “Brita’s parents are fucking loaded.”

“Clearly,” Jan said.

The inside of the house was just as grandiose as the outside. Gigi thought that it looked like the sample rooms inside of furniture stores. She didn’t realize that people’s houses actually could look like that. The living room was decorated with fairy lights and streamers, and in the corner were two gold balloons that said 21. The party was already abuzz, the entirety of the first floor was full of people, most of which Gigi didn’t recognize, and was almost certain Brita probably didn’t either.

Brita greeted them at the door, pulling them into a hug. Gigi could already smell the alcohol. “Hi, babes!”

“Happy birthday, bitch!” Jaida exclaimed handing Brita a fifth of Everclear.

Brita’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard over the music. “You rotted bitch.”

“On our first season together, Brita drank way too much Everclear and got super hungover, and had to call out the next day,” Jaida explained. “You best be getting that drunk again tonight. If I see you at work tomorrow, I’m going to be pissed.“

“I have tomorrow off,” Brita said smugly.

“You’re going to need it,” Jan teased.

“Thanks! So over there we have a photobooth, beer pong in the dining room, the pool’s available if you want, too. Oh, and if you need a place to get down and dirty,” she looked at Nicky and Jaida. “Just don’t use my bedroom.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaida said, rolling her eyes.

As everyone was about to explore, Brita screeched, “Wait!”

“What?” Gigi asked.

“Let’s do a shot of this.” Brita raised the bottle of Everclear.

“Oh dear, God,” Jackie said making gagging noises.

“It’s my birthday, bitches!”

Since nobody could argue with that, they went in to the kitchen. In the attached dining room, an intense game of beer pong was going down with Widow and Heidi against Crystal and some boy Gigi vaguely recognized as being one of the team leads in games. Trying to stay casual, Gigi waved to Heidi and Widow who smiled in return. Thankfully, Crystal’s back was turned to Gigi, and by the time she turned, Gigi had her back turned to take the shot.

“I’m already too drunk to pour the shots,” Brita slurred.

Jaida rolled her eyes as she took the bottle and expertly poured shots.

“To Brita!” Gigi said raising her glass.

“To Brita!” Everyone repeated as they toasted, set the shot on the table, and took the shot.

Gigi thought she was good at taking shots. But, Gigi had also never had Everclear. Convinced that its reputation preceded it, she didn’t properly prepare herself. She thought she was just taking a shot of cheap vodka, not a shot of rubbing alcohol.

“Merde!” Nicky exclaimed.

Jackie set her glass down as she winced. “That was so bad, Nicky forgot how to speak English!”

Because she couldn’t get the taste of shitty vodka out of her mouth, the only thing Gigi could do was to drink something else. The Whiteclaw Jaida bought for her tasted like juice in comparison, so much so that Gigi drank it a lot faster than she should have.

As Gigi felt the alcohol hit, Jan said, “Let’s go take pictures.”

Most of the time, Gigi found photobooths to be tacky. They were a staple of boring weddings and basic-ass graduation parties. But, because she already had a nice buzz going, she gladly posed with oversized sunglasses. 

Everyone sat on a red leather couch as they began drinking. Jan and Jackie shared a bottle of rum that they chased with Diet Coke. Jaida was chasing her Jack with ginger ale. Nicky, on the other hand, was shooting whiskey like there was no tomorrow. Gigi felt lame that everyone else wad drinking liquor but her, but she didn’t care. She wanted to enjoy what she was drinking.

When a Madonna song began playing, the girls screeched and made their way to the dancefloor. Gigi had decent rhythm, but tonight, as far as she was concerned, she was killing it. As she dropped low, she almost fell, but kept her balance as she made her way back up. While she watched Jackie and Jan dancing closely and watched Nicky grind against Jaida, Gigi couldn’t help but feel like a fifth wheel. She remedied the situation by cracking open another Whiteclaw. 

“I need a break,” Nicky announced when the song ended.

Jan whispered something in Jackie’s ear before saying, “We’ll be back!”

“May I have this dance, Ms. Hall?” Gigi asked holding her hand out.

“Oh, bitch, you know it.”

After a few songs, Gigi announced, “I’ll be back!”

It was the time of the night that Gigi needed to break her seal. Unfortunately for her, there was a line for the bathroom. She dramatically jumped up and down until she made it to the bathroom. Once she finished, she was greeted by a sobbing Jaida.

“Jaida, what the fuck is wrong?” Gigi asked leading her into a bedroom upstairs.

“Nicky,” Jaida managed.

“What about Nicky?”

“I went to go find her to see if she wanted to dance or something, but then… I saw her… and I saw Brita. On the couch… making out.”

It was very clear that Jaida had too much to drink. For a while, Gigi was convinced that this year would break the streak of Jaida getting her heart broken. Even though Gigi wanted to give Jaida some tough love and tell her she and Nicky weren’t exclusive, she knew it wasn’t the time for that. Instead, she wrapped her in a hug.

“Hey,” Gigi said stroking Jaida’s hair. “It’s okay.”

“I knew that she didn’t want a relationship. Why does this hurt so much?”

“Because you like her, clearly a lot.”

“Why does this always happen?” Jaida wailed.

Gigi knew she wasn’t good at comforting people, but decided to try her best. “I don’t know. But Jaida, your makeup is far too pretty to cry it all off.”

Hoping that Jaida would find her comment funny, Gigi tried to laugh. This only made Jaida cry harder. Fuck. Gigi knew she wasn’t any good at any of this, but she knew who was. She needed to find Jan before Jaida lost her mind.

“I’ll be back,” Gigi said leaving a sobbing Jaida in the bedroom.

Gigi searched the entire first floor for Jan with no luck. Eventually, she ran into Jackie. 

“Gigi, what the hell is happening? Jaida’s apparently crying, Nicky left… What’s going on?” Jackie demanded.

“I guess Jaida found Brita and Nicky making out.”

Jackie groaned. “Of course Because why would she be able to make it a summer without getting her pretty little heart broken?”

When Jackie and Jan made their way back in the bedroom, Jaida was right where Gigi left her.

“Do you know where Jan is?” Gigi questioned as Jackie was hugging a very distraught Jaida.

“I think she’s outside.”

“If anyone knows how to handle this, it’s her,” Gigi said as she walked downstairs.  

Gigi realized just how drunk she was as she stumbled around trying to find Jan. Eventually, she found her comforting some random drunk girl. To Gigi’s horror, the random drunk girl ended up being Crystal. 

“Uh, I need you,” Gigi said awkwardly walking to Jan. 

Jan looked at Gigi and mouthed, “Help me,” as she broke away from Crystal. “What’s up, gorg?”

Crystal awkwardly stood next to Jan, swaying back and forth. Gigi couldn’t help but wonder how much Crystal had to drink.

“It’s Jaida.”

“Oh my God, I haven’t seen Jaida in ages,” Crystal slurred.

Jan shushed Crystal. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She found Nicky making out with Brita,” Gigi explained.

Jan groaned. “This is bad.”

“That’s really not good. Are they fighting?” Crystal tried as hard as possible to not slur her speech. “Fighting is bad.”

Rolling her eyes, Jan said, “Yes, honey. Fighting is bad. Really bad.“

Crystal stumbled toward Gigi. “Gigi, I’m really sorry we’re fighting.”

Gigi ignored her. “Jan, can you do that thing where you comfort people when they’re crying?”

“I can try,” Jan said.

“Gigi! Stop ignoring me. We’re fighting! And I don’t want us to!” Crystal pouted.

“Crystal, we can discuss this when you’re sober,” Gigi said firmly.

“I’m sober enough!” Crystal said jumping up and down. She then stopped and put one hand over her mouth and one on her stomach.

“Crystal. No!” Gigi screeched.

It was too late. Crystal lost all the alcohol she’d consumed. Jan reacted quickly enough to take a step back, but Gigi wasn’t that lucky. Gigi screamed as her favorite boots became covered in vomit.

"What the fuck?!” Gigi screamed. 

[nanonnnn]

prompt for u:

Ben is an exotic dancer (pole & lap) and he does a dance on the pole in the prince albert. He also gives Callum a more private, intimate and exotic show when they get home

Hii!! I finally managed to finish this prompt! To apologize for the delay, this is like x3 longer than what I usually write. I hope you like it, thank you soo much <3<3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29597160 

“Cheer up lil bro!” Stuart says with a light punch to Callum’s arm. “This is an amazing place and I’m sure gonna enjoy it more if you’re not pouting all the way there.”

“I’m not pouting.” Callum grumbles, definitely pouting.

Callum had officially come out to Stuart a couple days ago. Stuart had his suspicions, but never took the first step in talking to Callum about it, wanting Callum to tell him when he was ready. It took Callum 27 years, but finally during a casual breakfast with his brother, he had blurted the words out. Stuart had taken a few moments to reply, moments of silence where Callum’s heart was doing a leap out of his chest. Eventually, he had given a huge smile and hugged Callum.

Stuart had felt like Callum coming out to him burnt a few bridges in their relationship. They could bond freely now, with Callum not holding back about his love life. He knew that Callum had doubts though. Those dark thoughts on the back of his mind, telling him that he’d never be fully accepted. He had seen them in Callum’s eyes, looking at his big brother with hesitancy even though Stuart’s reaction was warmer than he could ever imagine.

To make Callum feel more confident about his identity and more secure in their relationship, Stuart had suggested taking Callum out to this bar he knew. Callum had tried to reject it many times, but Stuart wouldn’t take no for an answer. That’s how Callum found himself dressed in a nice shirt and coat, walking the few minute way to the bar with his over-excited brother.

“You are. Come on Cal, work with me here. This will be good for the both of us. Us Highway’s enjoying a night out! We haven’t gone out together in so long, I wanna go party with my brother.” Callum deflated in the face of Stuart’s enthusiasm. He still wasn’t feeling very good about it, but he put on a smile nonetheless, to make Stuart happy.

After a few short moments, Callum was staring at a place called The Prince Albert. The bar looked like any else on the outside, with dark walls and a few windows. Stuart gave him a side way hug. “You ready?”

Callum just nodded with his head and marched the last steps to the entrance. He took a big breath before holding the door handle. Stuart could go a little crazy on their “Bro Nights Out”. Stuart gave him a little smile, as if to assure Callum that everything would be alright, with that Callum pulled at the door.

No amount of time he spent breathing could prepare Callum for the sight he was seeing. That cold exterior left its place to colors everywhere, colors of the rainbow to be exact. Callum’s mind stopped for a few seconds, before piecing the puzzle.

“You brought me to a gay bar?” he shouted, turning to Stuart faster than the wind.

Stuart took a step back. He had expected Callum to be shocked but definitely not this angry.

“I thought it would be good for us to bond! Come on Callum you have to accept who you are. I know and I don’t care!” Stuart was determined to not Callum back out of this. He was going to make sure Cal got in and got out proud.

“Come on Stu! I know that you’re okay with it, that does not mean that we have to go to a gay bar though. We could just go to the Vic and have a couple of drinks.”

“Callum, we’re here and we’re going in. So just fix your shirt and put on a smile! I’m gonna shove you in if you don’t move though, I’m freezing.”

Callum sighs, admitting that he lost the fight. His first gay bar and he was there with his brother. The thought made him anxious and a little happy down below.

The Albert was more than anything Callum could imagine. There was a long bar decorated with color, a few tables and a dance floor that seemed to fit all of Walford. What took Callum by surprise though, was the dancers. There were poles situated around the dance floor and a muscly guy wearing just golden shorts by each of them.

Callum headed straight to the bar, not paying attention to anything surrounding him, pushing through a sea of people. If he was going to be here all night with his brother, he needed to be drunk. He needed to be drunk fast. He grabbed the closest stool, situated himself on it and raised his hand for the bartender to see. It took a few minutes for the bartender to acknowledge him, but then he smiled big and walked over to where Callum was sitting.

The bartender was, well, hot. He was tall and had dark hair with kind eyes and a genuine smile. A bit like Callum, almost. Callum snuck a glance at him, trying to keep his gaze from Stuart’s. Stuart hadn’t said a word to him since Callum had gone for the bar, sensing that Callum needs some time to take it all in.

“Hey there! What can I get for you?” the guy said, leaning on the counter closer to Callum.

“A shot for me and..” Callum turned to Stuart, silently asking him for what he wanted to order. Stuart took a while to reply so Callum turned back to the bartender. “You know what, make that two. And fast, please.”

“Coming right up” the bartender replied and turned his back to fix their drinks, leaving Callum and Stuart awkwardly standing. After a few moments of silence, Callum inhaled deep again, knowing that at some point he had to say something. Stuart was clearly excited about bringing Callum to the Albert, he couldn’t sit still on his chair, always looking one way or another.

“It’s loud in here.” Callum blurted out, breaking the tension between them.

“Yeah, people seem to be having fun.” Callum had nothing to add. He joined his hands on the bar, silently praying that the bartender would come quick. By some act of God, he did, handing them two tequila glasses with lemons on the side.

Callum reached for his glass as soon as hit the bar counter, swallowing it whole in one go. He signed the bartender for one more and swallowed that one with the same force. He sucked on the lemon, the sour taste helping the flavor in his mouth but not the burning in his throat. Stuart downed his glass as well, turning to Callum with much more intent now.

“Alright bruv, slow down. I don’t want you getting drunk already.” Stuart commented on Callum’s eagerness for tequila. Admittingly, Callum was a lightweight and the shots were making him feel buzzed already but buzzed meant good. Buzzed meant that Callum could let go a bit now.

Callum was deep in thought for a while. He had come out to his brother, who was very supportive and had brought him to a gay bar to celebrate. He had to enjoy it. If not for himself, then for Stuart. So he put on a genuine smile, the first since they arrived at the Albert.

“Well, we didn’t come here to just sit at the bar so let’s dance, shall we?” He asked with enthusiasm. The tequila had definitely helped. Stuart grinned at Callum’s excitement and got up from his stool. Callum did too, turning around to the wild crowd of the bar for the first time.

It didn’t seem so hectic now that Callum had mentally prepared himself for what was ignored behind him. A loud music with a happy melody and fast beats were playing and people were jumping up and down all around. Callum moved to the side of the dance floor, not on the outside but definitely not in the middle either. He was too shy for that. The pole dancers were gone from the stage, Callum noticed. Everyone’s attention was on the main dance floor and so were the lights.

Stuart and Callum jumped up and down for some time, until the music suddenly stopped and the light was turned to the sides.

“I think this is my queue to have a sit.” Stuart chimed in, breathless from all the dancing.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll join you in a bit.” Callum replied. He was only half paying attention to Stuart though. His head was wondering why the music had ended.

A guy got up on the stage then. “Walford! Give a shout for our boys.” He shouted through the microphone, dragging the last word out. Everyone around Callum cheered and put their hands up. Callum was really intrigued now.

Music with a slower beat and a sexual undertone started playing, and the boys in the golden shorts walked over to their poles again. Now that Callum’s mind was calm enough to really look, he noticed that the men were really attractive. They were all lean with defined muscles all through their bodies. They started dancing as soon as they reached their stage, each of them putting on a different show. Callum watched them all for the first few seconds, before his eyes landed on the one that was placed on the far right.

The guy was incredible. Callum’s mind struggled to function properly. He moved so easily around the pole, squeezing and flexing his muscles with every move. He was not as tall as the other guys and had a mischievous glance in his eyes. He was confident, that was apparent in his every turn. Callum couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Near the end of the set, the guy was on all fours, walking towards the edge of the stage. Suddenly his eyes landed on Callum’s and Callum felt shivers running up and down his spine. He was beautiful. So, so beautiful. Callum felt like he was having a panic attack under the dancer’s gaze. He broke off eye contact and rushed to the bar where Stuart was sitting.

Stuart greeted him with a simple “Hey” and a big smile. “Enjoy the show?” he asked, with eyebrows raised and a suspicious look in his eyes.

“Oh, fuck off” Callum replied, too embarrassed to come back with anything else.

“What bruv! The guys were ridiculously hot. You don’t have to be gay to see that.”

“Yeah, well I hadn’t noticed it.” Callum lied. He turned to the bartender to ask for a drink, he needed more booze.

Stuart leaned closer to Callum, “I’m gonna take off. You coming or are you gonna stay?” Stuart was leaving on purpose. He had brought Callum here to celebrate yes, but also he wanted Callum to accept himself and have fun. He knew that that was going to happen only so much when Stuart was still around.

“I think I’m gonna stay for a bit. You alright?” Callum continued.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m an old man now, can’t stay up late as you.” Stuart teased. “See you at home baby brother.” With that he went to the exit, leaving Callum all alone with his emotions.

Callum’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since his eyes had met with the dancer’s. The guy was ferocious, his blue eyes making Callum feel things that he really shouldn’t be feeling at a public place. Callum had felt this way before, with guys that he met on a random café or a date from an app but it was never this heightened. Maybe it’s the booze, he thought.

In truth, Callum was tired himself from all the dancing and alcohol in his system, but he had wanted to stay in case there was another show. He couldn’t miss the chance of seeing the devilishly handsome dancer again. So, he sat on the bar, slowly drinking his beer while waiting for the lights to change again.

Callum was deep in thought when he felt someone looking, or really, staring at him. He slowly turned his gaze to the right and their eyes met again.

“You’re looking lonely.” The guy said simply. Callum was baffled, his mind failing to come up with any words. The guy took a beat before he added anything else, eventually speaking again when Callum didn’t.

“Couldn’t help notice you over there.” Ha added a nod with his head towards where the dance floor was. “I’m Ben.”

Even his name was beautiful.

“Callum.”

“You’re not exactly the talkative type, are you? Or are you that scared by me?” Ben was keeping the conversation going.

“Why would I be scared?” Callum could finally use his mouth properly.

“Don’t know. You’re looking like a deer caught in headlights though. Promise I won’t bite unless you ask nicely.”

“Wow. How do you even know that I’m going to ask for anything?” it was Callum’s turn to be confident. He was amazed by the dancer, Ben, he reminded himself. But seeing as Ben was standing next to Callum and trying to have a conversation with him in a sea full of people, Ben was interested in Callum too.

Ben didn’t expect Callum to be witty. Even from the stage he could see in Callum’s eyes that he was a kind soul. Callum looked so pure. He was tall enough that Ben could easily spot him amongst other people and when their eyes had locked, Ben had forgotten to function for a second too. He had changed quickly after the show, wanting to go out and find that boy that was staring at him with bright blue eyes.

“Tell you what, you don’t have to ask for anything but, we can continue this conversation in a much quiet place if you want.”

“Yeah.” Callum replied in one, shaky breath. He wanted to take Ben out of here. He wanted to see what more Ben was capable of.

Ben jumped out of his seat, throwing a glance at Callum before heading for the door. Callum followed, no other option when he was so lost in Ben already.

“Most places are closed at this hour so I can take you to my place if that’s alright.” Ben was nervous. There was something about Callum that made him want to explore all possibilities, and he was afraid that Callum would turn down his offer.

“Well, you already promised not to bite so why not.” Callum answered, surprising himself with how relaxed he sounded. Ben chuckled lightly next to him. The streets were all wide and empty, but they were walking close, shoulders touching each other every few steps. Callum could feel the sensations tingling where they touched.

The walk to Ben’s house took about 15 minutes, so they spent that time making small conversation and getting to know each other. As they were approaching Ben’s house, Ben groaned and squeezed his arm.

“I think I hurt my shoulder during a move today. Might’ve hit the pole too hard.”

“You were, um, breathtaking up there.” Callum replied, instead of acknowledging what Ben said.

“I can give you a private show if you want.” They were staring into each other’s eyes now, bodies fully turned and only an inch between them. Callum didn’t reply with his words, instead he leaned closer to Ben and kissed him softly, lips barely touching. He had wanted to kiss Ben ever since he saw him up close and could examine his face more clearly. Ben didn’t just have a beautiful body and eyes, he was completely stunning.

Ben grunted and threw his hands to Callum’s neck, grabbing the back of his hair. The kiss got deeper and Callum already felt himself getting hard. He took a step back, still holding on to Ben but putting some distance between them to avoid any public humiliation.

Ben grabbed Callum’s hand and leaded him towards a house at the end of the street. When they reached the door, Ben quickly unlocked and pushed Callum in. Callum was on Ben in seconds, kissing and grabbing whatever body part he could reach. He pushed Ben to the door, trapping him with his much bigger body. His leg was at Ben’s crotch and he could feel Ben’s already hardened cock rubbing against it.

They went at it for a while, until Ben pushed Callum away to catch his breath. He looked all over Callum’s face, reds lip and bitten, hair disheveled and going in every direction. He took a hold of Callum’s hand again and directed him to the living room. When they reached the couch, Ben kissed Callum again.

“Sit.”

Callum did as he was told, expecting Ben to be on him in seconds but instead Ben walked over to the speakers placed on the coffee table. He connected his phone and a music started playing, slow and sensual, like the one at the Albert.

Ben slowly walked back to Callum, their eyes never disconnecting. When Ben got in front of him, Callum reached his hands up to Ben’s ass, trying to grip and pull Ben on his lap. Ben just swatted his hands though, not letting Callum touch him yet.

“Sshh, patience lover boy.” He whispered. “I promised I’d put on a show for you.”

Callum was excited. His dick was fully hard now, the expectation of Ben dancing just for him making all the blood rush down under. Ben started swaying slowly and taking off his shirt, hips moving in perfect rhythm with the song. After he got his shirt off, he toyed with the waistband of his jeans, before his hands got lower and he started palming himself through the material.

Callum was so far gone, his body twitching with the need to touch Ben immediately. He tried to stay still but when Ben let out a small moan, he jumped up from where he was sitting and attached himself to Ben. Callum kissed his lips, his neck and went lower with every peck. He pushed Ben’s hands away from his cock and replaced them with his own. Ben was so hard.

Callum undid Ben’s jean button, pushing the clothing down. He pulled off Ben’s underwear after it, leaving Ben exposed. Touching Ben’s naked skin was exhilarating. Callum squeezed Ben’s ass with one hand, while rummaging the other through his torso. Ben was trying to undress Callum, wanting no barrier between their flesh. He pushed Callum away again, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it down his broad shoulders.

“Slow down. We’re both gonna cum like teenagers at this pace.” He joked, a huge grin on his face. He took off Callum’s belt and jeans after, leaving only Callum’s boxers. He teased with his hand, rubbing Callum through his shorts. Callum was moaning and repeating Ben’s name over and over, the touch feeling like electric.

They kept on touching each other, mouths never detaching for more than seconds. Callum wanted more though, he wanted to feel Ben all around him. He walked Ben to the kitchen table and gripped his legs to lift him up. He set Ben on the table, Ben opening his legs instantly to make room for Callum between them. Callum pushed Ben on his back and covered his body with his own.

“You’re driving me crazy.” Callum moaned. Their cocks were sliding against each other, tips already leaking precum. Ben was holding on to whatever part of Callum he could reach, hands roaming around Callum’s back.

“Callum” ben moaned, the name dragged out. His brain could not form any sentences, only CallumCallumCallum running through his thoughts. Callum reached his hand over to their cocks, holding them both with one hand and pumping with force. The touch was a relief to both of them. Callum leaned in to kiss Ben once more, moaning beside his ear.

A few more pumps and they both came, spilling on to Callum’s hand and Ben’s torso. Callum fell on Ben, his muscles not having enough strength to hold him up. They stayed like that, Ben hugging Callum close to his chest and Callum pecking Ben’s shoulder with small kisses. After a while, the stickiness between them got uncomfortable.

Callum groaned against Ben’s and pushed himself up. He looked at Ben and kissed him once more before going to get a paper towel from the kitchen. He washed his hands at the sink and went back to Ben to clean him up.

“That was amazing.” Ben said, his voice sedated and happy.

“That was more than amazing.” Callum added with a laugh of his own. Callum held his hand to Ben for him to take, and lifted Ben off the table. Ben grabbed Callum when he got up, his shaky legs only an excuse for the action.

“I think the sex made me hungry.” Ben chuckled. “Want something to eat? I can make a sandwich.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Callum replied. “I hope we won’t eat it on the kitchen table though.”

[marlmckitten]

Can you do a jealous!Marlene Blackinnon smut? Where Sirius teaches at a Muggle school and one day, Mar decides to supreme him, only to find a fellow colleague all over him and then smut? Also, Marlene and Sirius are already dating. If yes, then thank you sooooo much but if you are not comfortable then it's okay. P.S. Hope you are better now! XOXO!

Thank you thank you! And I like this idea a lot~ I hope I can do it justice! Also I apologize for my really bad habit of never re-reading or editing my work lately!

It was nearing their two year anniversary, as Marlene’s friends kept reminding her. They were not usually the couple for fancy dates and anniversaries and stuff like that. They were quite content with just throwing some insults at each other and finishing their day with sex, or starting it with sex. The point was, they had their relationship exactly how they liked it. It may not be traditional but they were happy. And neither were the most comfortable with bearing their feelings. But, after Lily had reminded Marlene for the 7th time in 3 days, she finally decided at the very least she could surprise him at his work. They didn’t do anything for their first anniversary but maybe she could at least show up with some food for him and see what he liked so much about teaching at a muggle school. She hadn’t even seen the place yet so it wasn’t an entirely bad idea.

She waited until it was nearly lunch hour at the school, grabbed some of their favourite cinnamon buns from a nearby bakery and contemplated bringing some wine but realized that was probably frowned upon. So instead she just grabbed a sparkling soda and made her way to her boyfriends work. She misjudged the time a little, it appeared the lunch break had already started and she had to wander around the school hallways to find him. Eventually someone pointed her in the direction of a staff room and she went there, poking her head in. An older lady smiled and greeted her, but informed her that he had just went to a colleagues classroom to help her with something. Getting more frustrated, she stormed off to where she said that they would be. This is what she got for being thoughtful, had to walk around school hallways for 20 minutes, at this rate by the time she found him, class would resume.

At last she recognized Sirius’ voice, and waked up to the room, she was about to announce herself and push open the door when she heard a very flirtatious giggle from what sounded like a much younger woman than the nice lady who told her where to find her boyfriend. Marlene’s eyes immediately narrowed as she peaked through the tiny opening and watched a young brunette, laugh at some stupid joke and run her hand down Sirius’ arm. She was waiting for her boyfriend to walk away but he didn’t, he smiled at her and leaned back on her desk as they continued talking. When the woman tossed her hair back and told Sirius how nice his arms where, Marlene felt her face flush bright red and she kicked the door open, glaring at the pair of them.

Sirius turned when he heard the noise, his face light up, “Marls! What’re you doing here?” He sounded genuinely happy to see her, as if he wasn’t just about to cheat on her with a school teacher who honestly looked more like a pornstar in Marlene’s eyes right now.

Of course, the female teacher frowned, “Marls? Who is she?” She asked Sirius.

Marlene’s eyebrows raised and Sirius immediately stood up and held his hands up in surrender, “Marlene, I promise I talk about you all the time, Right Clara?” He turned to his coworker hopefully.

Trouble brewed behind Clara’s eyes and she supressed a smirk, “Sorry no, Sirius. I’ve never heard her name in my life. Is she your aunt or something?”

This set Marlene off, “OKAY MISS SLUTTY PORN BITCH, YOU BACK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND THIS INSTANT!”

Sirius shut his eyes and covered a chuckle with a laugh, “Hey, darling? This is a school you really can’t-”

“I wasn’t the one about to fuck a horny school teacher so don’t you dare tell me what I can or can’t do!”

Clara’s mouth dropped, “I cannot see what you see in this woman.”

“YOU, SHUT UP!” Shouted Marlene, “With your waving your stupid hair around and touching his arms and your general being a whore attitude.”

Sirius finally walked over to Marlene, put his hand on his shoulder and kissed her cheek, “Darling, there was no fucking to be had, she needed help moving her classroom around and I agreed.”

Marlene was still glaring at the woman though. Clara smiled, “Sorry I thought you were his aunt, I just can’t picture you two as a couple and he never said anything about a girlfriend.”

Sirius had to hold Marlene back, “Clara, please don’t do this. She isn’t well known for her patience and calmness.” He kissed Marlene’s head lovingly, “She knows I have a girlfriend, and if we don’t look like a couple it’s only because you’re way too hot for me,” he tried, it worked, she stopped fighting him to get at the girl but still was not happy.

Luckily the same older lady walked by, her brows were furrowed, “Is everything okay in here? A student said he heard some shouting!”

Sirius nodded, running a hand through his girlfriends hair, “Sorry Mrs Gaglardi, just a misunderstanding.”

Mrs Gagladrdi sighed, “Again Clara?” Marlene chucked. “I do apologize, she seems to not hear when people talk about their relationships, but it is nice to meet you Marlene, I have heard so much about you from Sirius. He really is smitten with you. Even has some pictures of you two up in his classroom, he never even comes to faculty events because he says he wants to spend the time with you. Apparently he hasn’t invited you because you have a temper that he says he finds adorable but most people do not.” She looked around. “Clearly he was right.”

Marlene chewed her lip, “Erm.. yeah,” was all she could manage, Sirius’ hand found the small of her back and began to push her out of the classroom.

“Sorry about the miscommunication I’m just gonna go and take her away now,” he apologized to Mrs Gaglardi and walked away with Marlene. Neither of them spoke until he guided her into his classroom and shut the door, Marlene looked around and noticed that he really did have pictures of them together at his desk.

“So.... That Clara girl seems like a bitch.”

“I really did not know she was trying to come onto me!”

Marlene looked at him.

“Okay I knew, but she always does any extra work I have to do after hours which means I get to come home and see you and I did not think you would ever meet her.”

“Well don’t talk to her again, I don’t like her.”

He laughed, “Whatever you want McKitten. So.. why are you here anyway?”

“Oh,” she held up the paper bag with his lunch in it, “I uh... came to surprise you. You know, anniversary tomorrow and all so, hi?”

He took the bag and placed it on his desk, wrapping his arms around Marlene, “Hi,” he whispered before kissing her, “Never thought you’d be the type.... Lily’s behind this isn’t she?”

Marlene rolled her eyes, “Whatever, I was being thoughtful so, you’re welcome, see you later,” she went to talk away but Sirius grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her against his desk and kissing her again. Marlene broke off the kiss, “Don’t you have to teach?” As if on queue the bell went off but Sirius kept her exactly where she was, she looked at him questioningly, “I’m not really into snogging in front of a bunch of kids, Sirius.”

“It’s Professor Black while we are in this room, McKinnon,” he smirked, “And my kids are on a field trip for the afternoon, I volunteered to stay behind and finish marking some tests but... it seems something more pressing has come into my office.”

“It’s not an office it’s a classroom,” Marlene retorted.

“Professor.”

“What?”

His hand tangled into her hair, “You forgot to call me Professor, or Sir. Whichever suits you best.” He pulled on her hair and Marlene let out a simple, betraying her cool exterior. “That’s what I thought.” She didn’t have anything else to say, she licked her lips and looked up to him, “And I believe, you should be punished for talking back to me.”

“Okay,” she breathed, he tugged her hair harder and raised his eyebrows. She realized what she had said, “I mean.. Yes, Sir.” Marlene felt his erection stiffen on her thigh, it didn’t take much to turn him on, her lips twitched into a smile and her hand went to play with the outside of his pants, he growled into her ear and began kissing her neck, sloppily, but she knew he couldn’t help himself, he picked her up and plopped her onto the desk, she spread her legs and moved herself back, looking at him, watching him examine her and go between her face and looking at her now very exposed thighs. “Are you going to punish me, Professor? Maybe I could make it up to you?”

His hands went up her skirt and his lips found hers again, hungry and wanting to taste her. She moaned into the kiss, letting his hands ghost over her core, she felt herself getting wet at just the lightest touch, and felt his smirk in their kiss as he could feel her warmth and her need. “I think we can work something out, Miss McKinnon,” he said once he pulled away from her again. This time he took a few steps back, “Take your clothes off.”

She looked at him innocently, “All of them?”

“Now,” Sirius demanded.

She did as she was told, getting off the desk and removing article after article until she was completely naked. Marlene decided to tease him a little, she looked down at herself and ran her fingers over her body, circling her nipples and playing with them between her fingers, “Now what, Professor Black?”

It was clear that Sirius was trying hard to keep up the facade when all he wanted was to fuck her. Marlene squeezed her breasts then let go, letting them jiggle as they fell into place. “Fuck,” Sirius muttered under his breath.

“What was that professor?” She feigned innocence again.

“Good girl,” he cooed, something that instantly made her stomach tighten, and warmth grow through her, God she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “Now come and take these ridiculous pants off for me.” He gestured to him, she considered denying his request but saw how tight they had become as his member grew harder, desperate for release. She went over to him, slowly got onto her knees and then took her time unbuckling his belt. A low growl emitted from her boyfriends throat, “Do it faster.” She did. In no time at all, his pants and boxers were around his ankles and his cock sprang to life. “You know what to do,” he told her. She licked her lips and pushed him all the way down her throat, nearly choking herself. He moaned, his hands grabbed her hair and pushed himself further into her. This time she did choke, he let up a little but she didn’t let him leave her mouth completely. He tasted divine. Her tongue flicked over his balls and she began bobbing her head, she looked up to him and he was looking down at her, clearly enjoying the sight. But it only lasted a minute, before he pulled her hair until his rock hard cock popped out of her mouth.

“I wasn’t done,” she complained, but he kicked the pants off his ankles and marched her to the desk, throwing her towards it.

“Bend over,” he instructed. Her breasts touched the cold wood of the desk, she wiggled her butt in the air and her hands grasped either side of the desk, while her head turned just enough to see the lust on his face. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his finger teased her clit before slipping inside of her, feeling how wet and ready for him she was. “Perfect.”

Without another thought, he slammed himself deep inside of her. They both moaned loudly at the feeling. Marlene was filled up perfectly by him and her grip on the desk tightened. “Fuck,” she said as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

“What was that?” He asked, pulling out but not reentering this time. “Did you want something Miss McKinnon?”

He was bluffing, she knew he was. He wanted this just as much as she did, but she didn’t care. “Pl- please sir, fuck me. I deserve it for talking back. Fuck me hard and fast.”

He did. His cock rammed into her so hard, the entire desk banged against the wall loudly, it didn’t stop either of them. She whimpered and he did it again. He felt so good inside of her, she needed more, she pushed herself against him and they began moving in perfect rhythm with one another. They were both letting out profanities as she felt warmth through every single one of her limbs. Her fingers gripped the desk so tightly that they were going white, and her hips were surely getting bruised by repeatedly hitting the desk. But none of that mattered as much as the feeling of him inside of her. His fingers found her clit again and began stimulating it and she couldn’t remember how to even breath. A loud shrill voice filled the room that she did not even recognize as her own. She heard his grunt behind her and eventually heard him telling her to cum. Marlene knew it was because he was just as close as she was and he applied more pressure on her clit. An orgasm ripped through her entire body, she screamed out in pleasure and then felt him explode inside of her, filling her with his juice. He pumped into her more slowly a few times, while they both came down from their high. She panted and now could feel his sweaty body collapsing on hers, arms wrapping tightly around her and kissing her back in a million tiny kisses. “I love you,” he told her, still inside of her, not wanting leave the warmth of her body just yet.

She turned, he finally removed himself from her insides and she felt how full she was with his semen, it dripped down her legs, but she didn’t care, “I love you too,” she said, kissing his lips gently. Eventually Sirius leaned down to pass her clothes to her before pulling his own pants back up. Her legs were still shaking from her orgasm as she dressed. “How did- Are you going to get into trouble?” She asked, now having it dawn on her just how loud they were.

What she didn’t expect was his child-like grin and a wink, “Nah I think we are okay.”

“How?”

“James gave me a heads up,” he admitted, “I asked Clara to pretend to hit on me, she’s married, has some kids, not my type at all. Knew it would get you jealous. I already sound-proofed this room before you came and asked Clara to combine our classes for next period because I had an errand to run.”

Her jaw dropped open, “You- you?!”

Stepping closer to her, he ran his thought her hair and down her back, eventually resting it on her ass. He leaned down and kissed her again, “I don’t think you minded that much, Miss McKinnon?”

That, she could not argue with, but she still felt played, “I’ll see you at home, Professor. But you owe me.”

Sirius chuckled, “Oh I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.

[hadestownmodern]

Worth

Hey guys! Annika here! I hope the queue worked if it did this should be posted at 8:15 pm when I'm in the show. This is a piece that comes right before Melody which is one of Danielle’s parts and is such an important part of the AU. I suggest reading that after this, because this takes place probably 2-3 days before that does!

“You’ve looked better.” Persephone doesn’t even really look up, trying to finish grading this last page of a student’s work. The essay was already covered in red ink, but she needed to finish so she could put the grades in. She knew, however, from seeing Eurydice earlier, that she wasn’t looking too great today.

“I can’t do this, Persephone.” The voice is soft and barely audible, and causes Persephone to snap her head up to look at Eurydice, who looks on the wrong side of exhausted. Her bag is already on the ground, and the young girl is standing before her in desperate need of rest. Heavy, dark rings sit under her eyes, and her hands are shaking as she uses them to hold her daughter.  

“Can’t do what, baby?” Persephone’s crossing the room to her in an instant with gentle hands on her shoulders to encourage her to sit on the well-worn couch she keeps in the corner of her office. She is careful as she lowers her onto the cushion, being careful not to sit her on top of her own napping daughter, who was tired from her day at preschool.

“I can’t do this,” Eurydice gestures at the sleeping baby in her arm, and the bag on the ground beside her. “I have a test in three weeks and I can’t have her with me and she fights Persephone, and I mean fights us when we try to give her a bottle, and I can’t type when I hold her but she cries when i’m not, and she’s only a month old and it hurts to be away from her and- I can’t do school and be her mom. I can’t be the mother she deserves and-” Eurydice has Melody in her shaky arms, holding the baby as close as she can manage. “I’m failing as her mother and as a student and Orpheus and-”

“Hey, Eurydice, sweetheart...You are not  failing. You are not failing your classes and you are most certainly not failing Melody.” Persephone is kneeling before Eurydice, and takes her free hand in her own. “Orpheus thinks you string the stars in the sky! He is so proud of you every day. We all are.” Persephone’s other hand rests on Melody’s dark hair, taking note of how yes, the baby was calmer than anything when she was with her mother. “You are the mother she deserves because you’re you, Eurydice. She won’t go to anyone else because she loves you so much…” 

She brushes her thumb over Eurydice’s cheek, the other hand brushing comfortingly over her arm. “Eurydice, you had a baby a month ago. That’s four fucking weeks. You came to class, the first day, with a two week old. When Junie was two weeks old I don’t think I had left the house. You are far from failing, she’s going to admire you so much. You are a force, Eurydice. A force of nature.” 

“I-i’m so tired, Seph.” Eurydice broke, leaning heavily against Persephone. “I’m up with her and then when she sleeps I try to do my work and then I have to go to class and Orpheus he does so much for me and I know it breaks his heart that he can’t help me but- I’m just so tired.” She hiccups as she lets out the breath she was holding her whole sentence, glancing down at Melody to be sure she didn’t wake her. “How do you do it? You have it all, all the time, how can I be more like you?”

Persephone felt her heart break a little as Eurydice spoke to her. She surely couldn’t think her life was perfect, did she?”

“You think I have it all, all the time? Baby, I wish. To this day I can’t cook. I only see my husband a few hours a night sometimes, and right now he’s got a case thats taken up so much of his time I’m afraid Junie’s gonna forget what he looks like. It’s the second week and i’m behind on grading. I can promise, it’s not a walk in the park always for me. I’ve just learned to enjoy stopping and playing in the grass sometimes.” She pauses to look at Junie, who’s tiny body was curled up on the couch, holding the edge of her favorite blanket they kept in the office for times like these. “It wasn’t the same, when I was taking care of Orpheus at your age. There were three of us, and he likes hermes and I equally. Junie Bee, here, when she was a baby, she didn’t let anyone else near her for the first three months of her life. Screamed like a banshee when I put her down. I couldn’t imagine Eurydice, being in school, and working all those jobs you have, when I had a baby like her.” She can empathize, truly she can, to an extent. “It’s just a little different. Melody was like a souvenir you didn’t anticipate...like an award you didn’t realize you were competing for. But you would defend that title, now, with your life, you know? . Junie was a hard fought for, a hard earned prize. LIke the competition I practiced for my entire life, and lost and lost and lost. That makes a difference, I think. You were thrown into this, Eurydice, and you’re learning as you go. I learned, then thought i’d never get to use it. So don’t think i’ve got it all, or that i’ve got all my ducks in a row. You just are lucky enough to have missed my really bad, really really bad, dark days.” 

“I-” Eurydice was wordless. What did you say to a subtle reminder that things are so different between you and the person you admire most. 

“Don’t you worry about it. I can promise you, though, I do not have it all together by any means. We’re human..we can’t have it perfect. But I can promise, too, that you’re doing a hell of a good job already.” She kisses her forehead, in that maternal way only Persephone could, and holds out her arms. “You, lay down. You look exhausted, and you already told me you are. I’ll entertain Melody here..”

“She’ll fuss if you take her-”

“And if she gets to be too fussy I will lay her next to you. Now move Junie out of your way and lay down. I bet she’ll even share her blanket with her favorite auntie ‘rydice..” Persephone pulls melody into her arms, tucking her head against her shoulder before giving her a pointed look. “Will you lay down and nap, you are worse than Juniper.”

Eurydice puts her hands up in defense, and lays beside the four year old, curling her body around her as they had done so many times before. She is keenly aware of Melody's whimpering, but even more so aware of Persephone's gentle humming and soft voice keeping her calm. She is not expecting to fall asleep, but is out before Persephone reaches the second chorus on the song she sings. 

When Eurydice awakens, she is aware of the lack of a toddler in front of her, and the way the blanket seems to cover her whole body now. She stretches her legs, trying to get her bearings when she hears. 

“Junie, no baby, you can’t give the baby your milk.” Eurydice peaks an eye open to see Persephone sitting on the floor, Melody in one arm, with the other outstretched to block Junie’s drink cup from getting closer. 

“But, mama, you said babies drink milk! I tried to give her cookies, you said no. I try to share my milk, you say no!” Junie is shaking her head, shrugging in confusion. “You say it’s nice to share!”

“It is so nice to share, but she needs special milk.”

“It is special milk, Mama. It’s chocolate al-mun milk. Amma says it’s og-anic.” Junie’s inching closer, hands outstretched to touch Melody’s face. “Why can’t she have it.”

“‘Cause I have to make it for her.” Eurydice chimed in, deciding to join them on the floor. Junie squeals as she sees her, lunging at her and throwing arms around her neck before a childlike wonder fills her face. “How long was I out?”

“You make it for her? Is it og-anic?” Junie inquired, brown eyes gleaming with innocence and joy. “...can you make it chocolate?”

“It’s about as Organic as it gets, Junie, now will you get back here.” Persephone calls her, though she is too enraptured by Eurydice to hear. “Forty minutes maybe..”

“No, I can’t...make..it chocolate..” Eurydice tries, grimacing at Persephone as an apology for her failed answer. Persephone just laughs and shakes her head, instead focusing on melody, who slept soundly against her, enjoying the feeling of the tiny human in her arms. 

“Can I have some?” Junie asks, cocking her head at Eurydice who feels the color drain from her face. “please?”

“No, Juniper, you cannot-” Persephone tries before Junie starts to pout, bottom lip quivering.

“Why not? I was gonna share! Tell Melody to share, it’s only nice!!!” Her arms cross over her chest, as she looks at Eurydice with watering eyes. 

Eurydice has a look of panic on her face before Persephone reaches out and pulls Juniper onto her lap. 

“Because. It is for babies and you are a big girl. Babies need milk because they cannot eat other things, and so their mommies make it for them until they can have- “

“Mama?”

Persephone audibly sighs, running her fingers over Junie’s wild curls.  “Yes, baby?”

“Why don’t you make-”

“Because, Juniper. You are four. And you have teeth.”

[northernwinedregs]

Update/Selfish Rant

 "Is it getting heavy? / Well, I thought it was already as heavy as can be."

 I hope you're all staying safe, staying sane. It's been a tough few weeks but I remind myself that it's hard for everyone, and so many more have it so much worse. Patience and empathy to all, is what I've been telling my staff. I'm still working – food retail being still essential these days – and despite the stress and tiredness I'm grateful: grateful to get to leave the house; grateful for the structure and routine; grateful to still have a job where so many have been laid off. I don't have to worry about money coming in, how I'll pay my rent. And I don't take that kind of security lightly.

  But it's not been easy. Regularly pulling 12 hour shifts just to keep the shelves filled, to manage the crowds, to clean the shop thoroughly at the end of the day. I've got a day off and I'm trying to be productive; I think I've fallen into the trap of doing nothing in my down time to recover physically, but it's not helping. I need to keep moving – I need to keep busy.

  When this all kicked off, there was an odd novel peculiarity to it. The busyness I could deal with: it's just a tenfold Christmas Eve every day, every Friday suddenly Black. We had people queueing around the block. In a single morning our store got locusted, stripped like a Brazilian wax. First they came for the toilet roll, but I did not panic because I did not need toilet roll. And then they came for the milk, but I did not panic because I do not drink milk. It was strange and surreal, but it just didn't feel real.

  That was weeks ago, and it's not odd or novel anymore. We start the day with an empty shop, hang around for delivery to arrive and try to stock the shelves as fast as possible. Then the shop is emptied within hours and we lock up again.

  I've never cried at work before, always been good at detaching my personality from the customer service robot I'm paid to be. But these past few weeks broke me. Now I'm in management (or Store Daddy, as some staff call me) it's so much harder seeing co-workers break down in tears from stress, seeing regular customers who I've seen every day for years start crying in desperation, anger and worry. People in the community are losing their jobs, not being able to see their families, terrified at how little control they have over their lives right now. It's hard to not take that stuff to heart.

  It seems all I do these days is say no to people: no, we haven't got x in stock; no, I don't know when we'll be getting more; no, I can't promise we'll have it any time soon. And it wore me down, until I found myself shattered. So I lock myself in my office, shut the door, have a mild but hopefully understandable breakdown, wipe my face and then put my brave face back on.

  I've had to break up fights between customers. I've been shouted at, spat on, had things thrown at me. Been called every name imaginable. It's an unpleasant but inevitable part of working in retail, and I've got a thick skin. But it doesn't make the day any easier.

 I'm not getting much sleep. You know that feeling of being too tired to fall asleep. I get home and lie in bed, letting the exhaustion pulse around my body and worry keeps me awake. I'll doze off for a couple of hours then some anxious thought will wake me, and I won't be able to get back to sleep. You could currently park a bus in the bags under my eyes. I'm sure it's a fraction of the worry and tiredness that medical staff, carers and truly essential workers are facing, and I'm clinging to that perspective. But fuck, I'm tired.

  I'm really missing the gym: my workouts were my post-work stress reliever. Lifting heavy things was my way of wearing out my body so much that I could sleep properly. I've been trying to do workouts in my back yard with some recently undusted dumbbells, but it's not the same thing. I feel constantly restless, like a low-level panic attack is bubbling under the surface.

   And I'm relying on my friends more than ever, but I'm conscious that I'm not the only one with problems. I'm sure they're all quite bored of my daily grumbles. There's only so many bad customer stories you can hear before you think 'all right mate, there's people who are really suffering.' I'm healthy, and I've got work to distract me, so really I can't complain.

 It's just hard seeing so many people having a tough time. Families who can't get the things they need for their kids, pensioners who don't have access to the food they need. People who desperately need medicine, toilet roll or cleaning supplies. And I just have to keep telling them 'no.' And it's hard having that contrast with people who aren't taking this seriously at all: the people who pop in several times a day for non-essential shopping ("I just fancied an ice-cream!") or don't adhere to our new social distancing policies. We're only allowed so many people in the shop at one time so I've been manning the doors when I can and asking people to wait. And still you get idiots literally fighting me to jump the queue and get inside.

  I don't mean to rant over my small-time problems. It's not all doom and gloom: the vast majority of customers have been so patient and understanding. People ask how the staff are coping. They donate sweets and chocolates to us to boost our morale. They'll help us police social distancing and good hygiene. But it's hard to remember those when you're being screamed at, or people are kicking off trying to buy our entire supply of something, or trying to punch you in the head.

  I don't know, pals. These are interesting times (and only now do I realise why in Ancient Greece that was a curse and not a blessing) and despite everything I've selfishly rambled about, I'm so very lucky. I'm grateful for work.

  So please stay safe, stay sane. I love you all.

[x-ximenas]

Love Means Trouble: Prologue

Prompt: Some of this playlist, I guess?

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English's not my first language.

Word Count: 1,648 words

A/N: Remember me posting this thing about coming up with this great story idea based on multiple songs? Well, I managed to find myself some downtime between finals to write this bit, I really hope you like it! I’m not sure about how good this is, I’m a little rusty, but I’m trying for you guys and myself. Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me... just communicate with me!

A/N pt.2: This is loosely based on the movie, I took a lot of literary freedom, I just let my mind wonder for a bit, but I’m trying my best to not divert from the film, cause unlike Queen, I don’t know as much so... yeah

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How do you begin telling stories?... Right! from the beginning, though I gotta say that the middle bit is far more interesting to tell. But I guess we have to do things the right way, although this whole “tale” is anything but right.

It starts with a girl and a boy, quite a straight narrative, but oh well.

Her name is Circe -yes, like the goddess that turned men into swine, poetic, right?- and oh, did she live up to her name. Like it’s told in epic stories and chants, Circe was a goddess, beautiful, smart, mischievous and manipulative; she had a tongue so sharp it could cut through your brain and make you putty in her hands, susceptible to her whispers that ultimately led to her bed or your metamorphosis; and if she doesn’t get you the way she wants to, she’ll do the impossible to get what she desires. Wicked, is one way to describe her ways.

And just like old Greece’s Circe, our Circe was magical. Her fingers could work in magnificent ways, her voice lured people in quite a siren-like way and her personality was something to talk about, she was sarcastic and a tease, but once you broke all of those additional layers you’ll find yourself facing a soft beautiful creature, worthy of love and appreciation.

When we talk physical appearance, your eyes seemed to be quickly drawn to her whenever she walked in a room and it wasn’t just for her dark hair and matching set of eyes, oh no, it had to do with the many beautiful tattoos that adorned her soft skin; a full sleeve of delicately drawn flowers lied on her right arm where you could distinctively tell apart the shape of a woman, a nymph of sorts; and hidden underneath her shirt, on the right side of her ribcage there was a hand and a rose, where said rose seemed to go through the hand, making it drip blood; if you were lucky enough to catch her in shorts you could also see the wonderfully done skull on her right leg, vines and thorns going through it and intertwining just so they could rise to her hip. To put it simply, she was a walking piece of art embroidered with smaller pieces of art.

When she walks in the vicinity you can help but wonder: “who is she?” It might come out of fascination or even judgement maybe even fright, but she’s got your attention, and she thrives off of it. She likes having people -not just men- wrapped around her finger, pulling them and pushing them as she pleases, toying with them, oh how she loves playing games where her winning is a sure thing. She took pride in the destruction she sometimes caused, she loved calling herself a hurricane of sorts, she loved the knocking on her door begging for more, she loves the power it holds to be the one pulling on the leash and not the other way around.

But how surprising it is to know that she craves for true love, no leashes involved, just… love. Admittedly it’s hard to find love in the ’80s, especially in the scene she seemed to hang around in… Rock and Roll, baby… I guess?

At the moment she found herself in the back of a random bar, a glass of vodka cooling her hands as she held it close to her, the bartender tried making conversation with her, though he soon realised it wasn’t that good of an idea, he knew her well and he could tell she wasn’t interested in human interaction tonight. She dropped a couple of crumbled bucks on the bar and left, finally making up her mind.

You see, she had found herself debating over a stupid idea. Just this morning she was surprised by one of her childhood friends; she had opened up her door, finally addressing the insistent knocking, but all she saw was a lanky tall man-child practically dropping to his knees begging her to go to his band's gig, he thought very highly of her and her opinion, hence his need to have her there. She couldn’t stop thinking if it was even worth it, she might love this man to bits but was there a need to prove it? Bands always screwed up on their first gig, rarely got attention, so she’d rather see them once they get better.

Despite her judgemental ways, she was heading to the place of the gig: The Starwood Hotel. How did Tommy manage to convince her to go? That’s something that not even god is sure of.

She ruffled up her hair as she looked in her car's window. Opening the door with a heavy sigh, she just plopped down on the sit, turning the engine on, hearing the lovely roar of her old man's Mustang. She huffed out a chuckle and drove to her destination, humming along to whatever song came up on the radio, turning it up slightly when she heard the sultry voice of Debbie Harry singing "Rapture", great fucking song, she thought.

The drive wasn't long, despite the liveliness of the LA streets at this time of night. Once she got there, she found herself a nice little place to park, making sure it was near the hotel but not quite. With yet another huff she made her way to the entrance of the hotel and headed straight away to the place where she assumed the gig was taking place. A question popped in her head: How in the hell did they manage to get a gig in a fucking hotel? Escapes my mind, clearly… Wait, wasn’t Y&T playing here tonight? What the fuck...

As soon as she found herself near the stage her eyes wandered around in search of the bar, hoping that a couple of shots and yet another vodka could make the experience of a first gig tolerable. She looked around herself, the room was kinda full, thanks to the promise of Y&T playing there that night. She could distinct well-established groups of people, that all at the moment decided that the place to be was nowhere near the stage as if it was the plague or something close to it; there were a couple of girls gathered in the other end of the room, clearly judging Circe’s choices, not just in clothes but maybe even in life, fucking groupies, she thought with a roll of her eyes; also, there was a group of burly men, that looked as if all they wanted was to cause mayhem, charming, she thought, nearly fitting.

The distant sounds of steps were the thing that broke her out of her daze, the band, she assumed. The first thing that caught her eye was the teased hair, then the leather attires and finally the heels, bold choices, all of them, but it felt… right. Just as Vince -a guy Circe met in high school- got close to the microphone to introduce the band, the room -the men, at least- erupted in screams, “fuck you” seemed to be the sentence of the night. Still, with a roll of his eyes, Vince spoke up:

“All right! We're Mötley Crüe!” looking to the crowd in front of him, that simple phrase apparently gave Tommy the queue to start their first song.

But just as Tommy was hitting one of his cymbals, it fell, making a horrible noise as it hit the ground. “Sorry, dude”, he muttered, a soft pink tinging his cheeks, dear lord, someone help my child.

“Come on boys, let’s rock this hole!” Said Vince, trying to keep himself hyped up, and as much as Circe hated to admit it, she loved seeing Vince so frustrated and embarrassed, quite the contrast from his usual cocky attitude.

They started playing an original song, not bad, she thought, it had a good rhythm, and it instinctively made her bob her head to the beat. It all was flowing naturally and quite nicely, but the room still looked as if they had issues with the band, and to prove her right, one of the burly guys spit up quite a nasty phlegm to Vince’s perfectly white leather pants.

“Shit” was all Circe managed to get out before Vince threw himself on top of him, managing to get him on a headlock and right there, she could tell that Vince was no longer in control of his actions, he was seeing red and that meant violence, consequently he decided that punching the man was the way to go.

It all happened too fast for her liking, she always liked watching fights go down, oh and this was a good one, it all looked nearly poetic at this point, with the bassist doing a great job on a couple of guys -wait, isn't that the guy from London?- , Tommy practically diving off the stage and to add the cherry on top the guitarist never stopped playing, coming up with some sick riffs; this was something out of a movie.

Once they managed to kick the asses out, three-quarters of Mötley Crüe got back on stage in a very awkward silence, which Circe decided to break with a:

“Fuck yeah! Mötley Crüe!!” Apparently, that was the right thing to say because that caused the people to get closer to the stage, clearly now more interested and excited than 10 minutes ago. In the distance she saw Tommy winking at her with a smile, pointing at her cheekily; Vince just shook his head, he could recognize that voice anywhere, and it always came with trouble; Mick huffed out a small laugh and fell back to his menacing look; and Nikki, well, his eyes lit up both in interest and mischief.

This was going to be a good night and an even better start of a story.

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[seanfalco]

More Mistakes Were Made (Part II)

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Valdo Marx x OC [ Aevryn Swift ] Word Count: 2668 Rating: E a/n: Another installment of the Punk!AU ft. my oc & Valdo.  I am aware how incredibly self-indulgent and tbqh niche this fic is, so I’m not really expecting much, but I’m fully sailing this disaster ship now and there’s no stopping it. Takes place before Road Trip series. Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats

[ Part I ]

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“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jaskier muttered under his breath.  

Aevryn frowned at her friend’s tone and craned her head as she set the amp she was lugging down heavily, curious to see just what had pissed him off.

“Oh.”

Jaskier swore under his breath, realizing his mistake in calling attention to what he’d seen, as Aevryn’s face fell, the change in her demeanor instant as Valdo Marx sauntered by, no doubt deliberately, seeing as the stage he was set to play at was on the complete other end of the packed field; a girl that looked suspiciously similar to Aevryn on his arm.  He leaned down to whisper something in her ear and she laughed before glancing over.

“Nope, that’s it, I’m gunna kill him,” Jaskier muttered, setting his guitar down before Aevryn grabbed his arm as he charged forward, holding him back.

“Just leave it Jask.  Please?”

The way her voice cracked only made his anger flare hotter and he scowled.  “I’m not just gunna let him get away with this bullshit.  He’s deliberately trying to get under your skin and that’s not okay.”

He knew something like this was bound to happen sooner or later after the way Valdo had been acting the last time they met -- the prick seemed particularly obsessed with Aevryn as of late and Jaskier was determined to keep him away from her.

“Jaskier, please.  It’s okay,” she repeated.  “We have to finish setting up.”

Jaskier threw one last glare at Valdo, growling under his breath before shaking Aev’s hand off his shoulder and turning away to do as she asked.  Heaving a sigh of relief that she wouldn’t have to break up a fist fight, Aevryn glanced over at Valdo, who was nearly past now and her breath caught as his emerald eyes found hers.  His pretentious smirk fell away and for a moment Aev saw the vulnerable look he’d given her a couple weeks ago as she’d laid in his arms and he told her how he missed her.

The moment passed and his smirk returned as he threw his arm around the girl’s shoulders and they were swallowed by the crowd, leaving Aevryn staring after, her stomach twisted in knots.

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She’d made it through all of Vicious Mockery’s set and tear down, telling herself to let it be, but once everyone was just sitting around and she had nothing left to occupy her mind or her hands, Aevryn found herself weaving through the crowd in search of Valdo’s tent.  

A queue of teenagers and twenty-somethings waiting for autographs and photos wrapped around the brightly coloured tent, and standing there Aevryn suddenly felt incredibly foolish.  She knew she was playing right into his hand and she really had no plan for what she was going to say to him, but anger and hurt coursed through her afresh as she thought of his arm around that two-bit Aevryn knock-off he’d found just to, what, make her jealous?  

Well it was working.

Valdo was in the midst of taking a photo with a couple of fans when he noticed her, shooting her a cheeky wink as he smiled for the camera; white teeth flashing.  

He has no right to have such a beautiful smile, Aevryn grumped as she waited, crossing her arms over her chest.  She could remember all too well how many times that fucking smile had gotten him out of hot water, and even more infuriatingly how many times it had made her traitorous heart skip a beat.

Once he was finished Valdo leaned in close to his manager and whispered something, his gaze flicking to her momentarily.  The next thing Aevryn knew Valdo already had his arm around her shoulder, leading her away from the prying eyes as his manager was announcing to the waiting queue, amongst groans and protests that Valdo was taking a short break and would be back in an hour.

“Aevryn, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Valdo asked as he led her under the canopy of trees near the blessedly desolate outskirts of the festival perimeter.

“You know very well why I’m here,” she snapped back, spinning to face him.

He merely cocked an amused eyebrow at her and leaned nonchalantly against the trunk of a nearby tree.  “Can’t say as I do,” he quipped, shrugging; his green eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Valdo.”  The warning in her tone was clear, but the smug look on his face only deepened.

“Oh, that?”  He asked, as if just remembering his very deliberate pass by earlier.  “I was just taking a stroll around the festival with a fan.  I don’t even remember her name.”

Aevryn couldn’t stop the violent urge to roll her eyes, which was all too familiar to her in Valdo’s company.  “Oh, I believe that part of it, but I’m sure her appearance was intentional.”

“What do you mean?” Valdo asked, his faux innocence infuriating.

“I mean the fact that she was basically a dollar store knock off version of me.  What the fuck are you doing, trying to make me jealous, Valdo?”

He merely shrugged again, his gaze studying her.  “Is it working?”

Yes.

Aevryn managed to bite that knee-jerk response back, instead considering him while she fought to control her breathing.  

“You know, if memory serves me, we slept together not long ago,” Valdo said as he pushed off the tree to circle her.  “And yet I’ve seen you looking pretty intimate with that groupie on Vicious Mockery’s instagram page.  What am I supposed to take from that?” he asked, the amusement disappearing from his eyes though his lips still turned up in a cruel grin.

Aevryn swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.  “Just because we slept together doesn’t mean anything,” she shot back, hating the words as they left her lips, flinching at the way Valdo nodded, as if accepting them.

“Is that why you left without a word while I was still sleeping?” he asked, the tiny tremor in his voice nearly undetectable.  Except Aevryn was waiting for it.

“I left a note,” she replied, rounding on him, trying to explain.  “I panicked, okay?  But like you also follow me on social media, I know you do, so you could have gotten ahold of me any time since then, but you didn’t!” she cried, advancing, her finger jabbing him in the chest.  “You made it seem like you wanted to change, but you’re still acting like the same selfish arsehole you were when you lost me the first time.”

Valdo opened his mouth, no doubt to defend himself, but Aevryn didn’t give him the chance.

“I’m so tired of these fucking head games Valdo,” she growled, backing him up against the tree he’d been leaning against earlier and his dark rimmed eyes widened.  “I-I refuse to be treated like that again.  I have more self respect than that.  So if you just expect to fuck me and tell me you miss me and I’ll just come running back to you, don’t fucking count on it.”

“Aev…” he began, trying to get a word in, giving up when it was evident she wouldn’t let him.  When she finally paused to breathe Valdo heaved a sigh, “finally,”  before leaning in to capture her unready lips in a kiss, taking her completely by surprise.

After that split second of hesitation her body reacted of its own accord, pulling him closer, her hands balling in his loose shirt as if he might disappear into thin air if she let go; her mouth moving against his almost frantically.  Every time she kissed him it brought it all back and she was nearly swept away by ache of it -- he, her favourite drug and she, a relapsing addict.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered as they broke for air, still clutching him close to her, her nose brushing his as she gasped for breath, eyelashes fluttering against cheeks.

“What’s not fair?” Valdo whispered back, tilting his face to try to steal another quick kiss.

“Kissing me like that, when I wasn’t expecting it,” she pouted, fighting the urge to push him up against the tree and ravage him.  She had some shred of self control, after all.

“All’s fair in love and war babe,” he purred in her ear, his dark curls brushing her face and he spun her; her back landing against the hard bark of the wide tree trunk, his hands cradling her face as he tilted her chin up to plant another breathtaking kiss to her tender lips.

“What are we even doing Valdo?” Aevryn managed to breathe in between the meeting of their lips.

“Obviously we’re making out in the woods.”  His snarky response made her snort and she pushed him back.  

“You know what I mean,” she insisted; the flash of his grin making her knees weak before his mouth was at her neck and a tiny broken moan escaped her lips.  Her breath hitched as his mouth traveled lower, his hand following suit until Aevryn was arching into his palm, her body playing traitor and falling back into the familiar dance, yearning to be touched, to be played like an instrument under his deft musican’s fingers.

“Valdo,” she moaned, biting her lip as her hand slipped behind his head, fingers tangling in the thick curls at the base of his neck while her other hand lingered at his waist, slipping under the hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing skin.

Valdo’s muscles twitched at the featherlight touch, and as her hand splayed further against the warmth of him under his shirt he moaned in turn, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of her neck, exposed so trustingly to him.

Aevryn’s sharp cry was soothed with a swipe of his expert tongue and their mouths found each other’s again, the kiss deepening with a crescendo of low moans and sighs.

“Do you want this?” Valdo asked suddenly, just barely pulling away, emerald eyes flicking to hers, dark with want and the promises of all he could do to her — of all he wanted to do to her.

This man could be her undoing if she let him.

Breathing heavily her gaze met his and she knew she was done for.

“Yes,” she breathed, her heart trilling at the grin that split his lips and his hand moved lower, brushing the skin at her waistline, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake before deftly tugging at the button there and slipping beneath the elastic of her panties.

A shuddering breath left her lips as Aevryn clutched at him, her knees nearly buckling as his fingers spread her folds teasingly, dipping into her as if testing the waters, his other hand lingering at her throat, thumb tracing the arch of her neck as she pressed her lips to his, arching against him.

“Do you remember our safe word?” Valdo whispered against her lips and Aevryn wordlessly nodded, wanting more, desire filling her with each movement his beautiful slim fingers made inside her; stretching and filling her, driving all sense from her.

“You have to say it,” he insisted, so I know you remember.”

A frustrated sigh left her lips as he stopped, the word springing to her tongue as if they’d only used it yesterday.

“Limerick,” she said, eyes flashing to his to drive it home that she did remember.

“Good girl.”  Valdo’s drawl sent a shiver racing through her and Aevryn moaned loudly as his fingers resumed their task.  Moments later her moan was silenced as Valdo’s hand tightened at her throat, fingers squeezing gently, just enough to leave her gasping as a third finger filled her, curling to strum her g-spot like the delicate instrument she was.

Fingers tightened in Valdo’s hair, tugging as she writhed beneath his touch, her other hand clutching hard at his shirt to anchor herself as he increased the pressure around her neck.

“Fuck, Aev,” Valdo purred in her ear.  “You’re so goddamn hot like this.  Such a naughty girl.  Do you let just anyone do this to you—finger fuck you in public where anyone might pass by?”  The inflection in his voice changed slightly and he wet his lips, loosening his grip on her neck so she could speak, his fingers not ceasing their rapid building of her climax, nearing by the feel of her shuddering muscles.

“No,” she gasped, searching his eyes, his long flashes brushing his cheeks.  Insecurity painted his features and Aevryn could practically feel the desperation in his gaze, his need to know that he was still special to her.  “Only you,” she managed before a halting moan bubbled from her gut, her body tensing as her orgasm took her.

Squeezing again, he rested his forehead to hers, curls falling to frame her face as she clenched around his digits slick with her essence, her arms pulling him to her desperately.

When she was finally spent, knees weak and body satiated Valdo pulled his hand free and gave a start as Aevryn guided it to her lips, sucking his fingers clean as he gaped at her in shock.

Eyes flicking up to his as though she knew exactly what she was doing Valdo groaned, and once she’d licked his fingers clean the smirk she wore only confirmed it.

Buttoning up her jeans her hand slid against the front of his, hand seeking the growing bulge trapped within, but Valdo quickly caught her, pulling her hand away and placing a kiss to her palm.

“No, love,” he murmured at her puzzled expression.  “This was about you.  I wanted to make you feel good.”

“Valdo…” Aev whispered, confliction warring within her.

“Next time you can return the favour,” he insisted, tilting her chin up to place a chaste kiss to her swollen lips.

“Who said there’ll be a next time?” Aevryn asked, unsure if she should want that or not.  Though right then she knew her logic had fled as soon as he’d kissed her that first time, so any thing she thought she wanted was automatically tainted.

“I hope there'll be a next time,” Valdo admitted, his bravado hollow and the desperation in his emerald eyes twisted Aevryn’s stomach.  “I know you probably don’t believe a word I say, but I meant it,” he admitted softly, voice sober.  “About… missing you, and not just the sex,” he added quickly.  “About… us.”  He said the word hopefully.

Aevryn swallowed, his words washing over her.

Us.

“I was serious too,” she murmured, not quite able to look him in the eye.  “No more stupid games like you played earlier, Valdo.  Prove to me things’ll be different.”

Looking up, her breath shuddered at the stillness of his face.  The vulnerability in his clear green gaze was almost too much for Aev to handle, but she forced herself to meet his eyes.

“I—“ quickly closing her mouth before she admitted something she might regret, she straightened Valdo’s shirt.  “There, now your fans won’t suspect a thing,” she murmured shyly.  “I better get back before the others start wondering where I am.”

“Right,” he said, catching her cheek in his hand, thumb brushing lightly over skin once more; he admired her, half afraid it might be the last time before nodding and stepping away.

Unable to keep herself from looking back over her shoulder at him as she walked away, her shoulders shuddered with silent sobs.

——

“Hey, where’d you go?” Jaskier asked, worry lacing his tone as Aevryn walked back into their tent. 

“Just went for a walk… to clear my head,” she lied.

“Did it work?” he asked, pulling up a lawn chair for her to plop into.

“No,” she sighed, this time being truthful, her stomach unsettled the more she thought about it.

Across the tent Yennefer’s violet eyes caught hers and the level stare she directed at her was far too knowing for comfort and Aevryn looked quickly away, her thoughts still roiling at the way Valdo had said Us.