merabalance

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

I know we all love to imagine Rick being a huge lovestruck simp for BP in the Flesh Curtains era but alternatively: completely clueless Rick who is still a huge lovestruck simp but doesn’t even realise what he’s feeling is a crush

Like he’s an emotionally constipated pansexual man raised in an extremely homophobic era falling in love for (probably) the first time since his wife was murdered, I bet he was repressing the hell out of those feelings for a long time

[stark-ironman]

What about a smut of reader being pregnant and hugh is so turned on that he did that

All Mine

He looks so daddy in the pic 😮‍💨😭

18+ No Minors

A/N: I got carried away with this. I've read plenty of pregnancy fics over the past few months and this is the result.

Warnings: Pregnancy kink, mentions of lactation kink, smut, oral (f recieving)

"Cannon-ball!" Ryan yells as he jumps off the diving board into the pool and you hear Hugh laughing in the background, making you chuckle and roll your eyes while cutting up some fruit. The two men just finished a stressing press tour so Ryan decided to come by and swim before he had to go back to his house.

A kick from your stomach makes you jump a little so you place your hand on the side, smiling as the little baby inside of you reacts to your touch but wincing when you can feel the baby trying to move around.

Putting the fruit and the drinks on a tray, you carry it outside and set it down on the table, noticing Hugh staring at you intently from the pool. "Oh shit, food! Thanks Y/N!" Ryan exclaims excitedly while running over. "Are you coming to eat, hon?" You ask looking at your husband. "I'll eat later. I'm enjoying the pool at the moment." He says with a small smile but you know that's not why he's staying in the pool.

"I'm going to go lay down for a bit. You two don't do anything that will result in a hospital visit." You lightly scold with a chuckle. "No promises." Ryan sings as he jumps back into the pool.

With one last look at Hugh, you head inside and go straight to your bed, turning on your favorite TV show with the volume low.

-‐---

You wake up several hours later and notice the house seems quieter so you get up and head to the kitchen for a glass of water. "Sleep well, love?" Hugh asks from the stove. You look over at him to see he's just wearing a pair of shorts, making your eyes travel down lower. "Yeah, I really needed it though I wish you could've joined me. What are you cooking?" You ask holding your back, trying to take your mind off of his outfit. "Spaghetti. You mentioned earlier you wanted some so I went and picked up the stuff when I took Ryan home." He says turning the stove off and walking over to you, pressing his chest against your back.

"Come on, love. Let me help you relieve some pain." He mumbles, picking up your belly. A moan leaves your lips, leaning into Hugh while he holds your belly. The strain on your back is relieved instantly, causing you to take a deep breath. You two stand there for what feels like forever, looking at him with a smile as you tell him he can lower your belly. He slowly lowers it and starts to kiss up your neck. "Do you know how turned on it makes me to see you pregnant, love?" Hugh mumbles, pressing against you as another moan slips out of your lips.

"I had to stay in the pool earlier because I was so fucking hard watching you walk around with your beautiful belly," He turns you around and kisses you deeply, "The fact you're growing my baby in your belly makes me the proudest man on the planet and I plan to show that to you everyday."

Hugh guides you back, removing your clothing piece by piece until you're bare on the couch. "Lay back, love. I've been wanting to worship your body since this morning." He states crawling between your thighs, kissing up one side before placing a kiss on your clit.

A moan falls from your lips as Hugh slides a tongue up your slit, feeling him start to slide his tongue in and out. Your hand cards through his hair, pulling on it every so often causing his moans to vibrate from between your legs. His tongue worked in long, hungry strokes, and his lips closing down on your clit every so often. "You taste so good, love. So responsive for me.." He slides two fingers inside of you, kissing his way up over your belly, over your breasts before finally melting against your lips.

You taste yourself on his lips as he moves his fingers expertly inside you, letting his thumb rub your clit. "Hugh.. fuck." You moan, arching your back. "What do you need, love? Tell me." He commands softly. "Want to cum... on your dick." You whine, looking at him with every bit of want and desire in your eyes, taking in the scene in front of you as he smirks at you.

His hair, tousled and hanging over his forehead. Your slick glistening his mouth and chin, making you moan slightly at the sight and you feel his fingers pull out, watching as he stands up. He takes his shorts off slowly, letting you take in how aroused he is for you, looking at you with need.

"See how hard you make me, darling? Every bit of this is all for you." He states as he lifts your legs up, sliding in between them as teases your entrance. "You look so perfect.." He leans closer, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly before moving to the other one, sending shocks of arousal to your core. He groans as he slides inside of you, throwing his head back as he feels your walls stretch around him.

"You take me so well, darling," He leans down and kisses you softly, "You was made all for me, weren't you?" You nod, moaning as he bottoms out. Hugh sits up, placing his hands on your stomach as he thrusts inside of you.

"I'm going to stuff you so full of my babies, you'll always be pregnant for me." You both moan at his words, both knowing that it's all you two want. "Might even try to drink from these perfect tits of yours." You moan, clenching around him, hearing his breath hitch as he thinks about it.

He leans down, breathless and needy as he kisses you feverishly. You kiss him back with just as much passion, feeling yourself start to clench tighter around him, and you both cum at the same time.

His moans fill your ear as he empties inside of you and you grip him tightly, trying to catch your breath. Hugh pulls out and walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and wetting it before coming back over and cleaning you up, doing the same to himself.

"I love you, Hugh." You breath out, grabbing his hand as he helps you sit up. "I love you, darling." He kisses you softly. "Now, is that spaghetti ready?" You ask, making him laugh loudly, pulling you close to him.

[svndaysaweek]

You Don’t Even Know My Name, Do You? — {Feat. Minji}

3.1k words

A/N: Hi! It’s me, back in 6 months! I had the idea for this one since last summer, but never really made it a fic. But now I post it…! It’s a rushed fic, no editing, I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or typos. Thank you @praeluxius for help and advice in making the conversation better and more natural! Thanks for 1.6k followers and most importantly 1k notes for ‘Niche’!!! Enjoy reading this and luv you all…!

******

Subways late at night are dangerous, and you can’t deny it’s because of you. Drunken bodies swaying along the rail, left and right, back and forth, grasping up on their wasted balance not to embarrass themselves by falling on the floor. Less than an hour left from waving away the day, you can tell where others in the train came from—bars, karaokes, or anywhere with entertainment and alcohol. Returning home after having some fun to wrap up the day and live the following day. Victims of society, some say, but that’s what all people are. We work, get paid. Victims don’t get to enjoy themselves, do they? But to be honest, you’re not the one to care for them, the victims, when you’re one of the victimizers.

You’re standing next to the door, the best position to scan the people in and out, empirically certified by yourself. There are quite a few people in the car—only a few seats available and half of the people chose to spare the seats empty. You’re holding onto a steel bar and slightly leaning your weight on it, eyeing thoroughly for your prey. But there’s no one yet to suit your taste, no one looking good and wealthy.

The mechanical female voice informs the next stop and a few dozens of seconds later the train halts for another group of people to be added to your menu.

“Alright, alright! I’m not that stupid to let someone just, like, snatch my purse away, huh?”

You hear a girl talking to her phone, laughing like she just heard the dumbest advice ever. A crop top for her defined belly to be open, relatively baggy jeans hinting the sculpted curve of her hips and full-blown outlines of legs. Within a second that girl has made everyone in the car latch their eyes on her doing nothing.

“What the fuck? I didn’t drink that much tonight I swear, and fuck, even an alcoholic won’t forget his own name,”

The girl, however, certainly looks drunk, sounds drunk, and acts drunk. Her eyes barely stay open, her tongue hardly makes her words clear. You can even smell how much she poured down her throat. It’s becoming more and more fit for your ideal condition.

Her talk goes on for a few more minutes then she puts her phone in her handbag and looks into the dark, mirror-like window. Her blinks become lazier and slower by the second, alcohol weighing her eyelids, but she does her best to stay up. She looks around to shake off the fatigue and meets your eyes, which have been on her since the moment she walked in. Three seconds is enough to make her look away in shyness, but it isn’t enough for her to examine you as her eyes lock with yours again.

She lets her eyes travel down your body to your toes slowly through(in) the window, alcohol erasing the fact that the subway is public. You pretend to neglect as she keeps eyeing you, head to toe several times, and the next stop the stumbly girl is forced to stand next to you by the crowd gushing in. Unavoidable contacts add leads to your eyes awkwardly meeting, which draws out mirrored smiles from each.

“Sorr-oh!”

A slight rattle of the train almost tackles her down but your arms are there to hold her from meeting the floor. 

"Careful, you almost hit your head, could have ended up like our friend over there." You nod and gesture at old man asleep at the other end of the carriage

"He looks peaceful though."

"You think you can stand up by yourself now?"

"Of Course! I'm not even that drunk."

"The last time my friend said that, he ended up face down in a bush." As soon as you’re done talking she stumbles again to her embarrassment. And of course you keep her standing.

"So you didn't catch him?"

"He's not as cute as you." She laughs and blushes, palm on her mouth and the tone a bit too high for a laughter in a subway. 

“Where do you live?” Change of topic, and you’re surprised that it’s her asking you, not the other way around as it used to be.

“Two stops before the terminus.” She checks where the train currently is, and stares at the map for a few dozen seconds as if her brain is still soaked with drinks, before looking back at you and pointing to the map.

“I’m getting off two stops later,” She blushes again, this time there’s even an awkward smile on her face. As if trying to say something shameful.

“And…” Her fidgety fingers dig into the arm of your shirt and her eyes are fixed on your shoes to never climb up. “And?” You repeat her, grin on your face because of her being so bashful and how overt her real intention is.

“And my name’s Minji by the way. Kim Minji.” It's trickery. A decoy. You almost burst into laughter but keep it down to a debonair ‘mhmm’ instead, hoping to bail Minji out of her own struggle to let the real words out.

And her phone rings. “No, not yet. Only two stops left. No, I don’t sound slurry at all, thanks. Oh my god, Hanni. I said I’m not that drunk! Yeah, I met a guy and maybe he’s taking me to my place-oh my god.” A brief moment of soberness washes through her body but her face is even rosier than ever. Over her phone you hear a woman shouting ‘hey’s and her name, but soon Minji hangs up. The train halts, and she just rushes between the crowd to get off out of shame but you catch her arm.

“Hey, it’s the wrong station.” She can’t look at your smirking face even facing you, face still red and fumbles the hem of her top. “Sorry for that… That was a total mistake.”

“It’s okay,” Minji raises her head, looks at you. “You’re drunk like hell, and you were going to say that anyways.” She's left speechless for a moment, then she opens her mouth to say something but frowns ignorantly.

“Why are you laughing? I was so embarrassed!” She's overtly trying to act cute and it's so working on you. With drunken red cheeks, slurry, lethargic pronunciation and on top of everything, her mesmerizing face. Even your most prior purpose is being threatened to melt by her exhilarating cuteness. 

“It’s nothing.” But your lips just can’t hide your smile, and there is more than one reason; Minji’s being so clingy, which is what usually happens when alcohol infiltrates people’s brains, and it is an aid for you as always. And when the announcement informs you of the next stop, her babyish grumbles are gone and shyness permeates again.

“So… Are you going to take me to my place…?” You hold out our arms and guide the groggy girl out of the train. “After you.” Minji can’t subdue the chuckles from the dizzy liquor, how sensible you are, at least in her opinion, and the fact that you two are going to stay the night together in her place. 

On the other hand, for you the reasons are somewhat different; it’s because tonight you made it, will see some pennies in your pocket and will be able to keep your stomach filled for a few more days. And she’s completely blind for that, giggling so innocently like what she’d do with her lover.

It must be her first time flirting with a guy. She can’t just follow anybody she likes. It’s dangerous. She can’t just trust anybody because he’s amiable. There could be a vice in his mind, transgressions at the tips of his fingers. Somebody should warn her about this, you think. How paradoxical. Maybe you won’t be doing this for long. But that’s something to worry about later.

All these thoughts pass through your mind in less than a second, and when you look back at her you see the green, innocent girl fluttered with excitement. “Lead the way please.” And she does.

******

“This is my place, it might be a little bit messy but-“ Minji opens the door and you close. “It’s okay. No one cares.” She sounds like the soberness has returned, but when you catch her ridiculously stumbling changing her shoes into slippers, ask if she’s okay, and she answers back that she’s alright, you just find yourself tentative about what’s in your mind.

“Are we going to kiss?” You know it’s a tipsy whim. You know she might not know what she’s doing. But it’s her asking you, not the opposite, she has no one to blame but herself, and you also know that she won’t. So you give it a go.

Her lips feel soft. You kiss her lips in a gingerly manner, eyes closed to focus all your senses to your lips. It feels like forever, but it’s obviously provisional so you do your best to find the perfect angle of your head, the right position of your hands, and the exact moment for your tongue to engage. A brief detach and then smoothly latch onto again, and a several times more, and in no time you two are completely submerged in the sensation, in the atmosphere and the feeling.

You open her lips with your tongue, and the key works so well you don’t even have to put any more effort to meet hers; she’s been waiting for it. When you taste her mouth, the alcoholic air hits your gustation and the olfactory sense—Jesus, how many glasses did she empty?—and you swallow it down to your body. Her tongue jockeys in your mouth, on your palate, around your tongue, everywhere it can reach. She’s so needy that when you try to withdraw for some air her arms lock you up and pull you in for a longer liplock.

But that doesn’t last long, before Minji herself pulls back to breathe.

“Minji,” Gasping, you call her name. She doesn’t respond. She takes your hand and drags you to her bedroom. It’s tidied up well unlike what she warned you about, but you don’t have any time to be infatuated with how neat her bedroom is, when her hasty tongue knocks on your lips to open up.

She really can’t hold it back as she redoubles the whirl inside your mouth. At this point you’re a bit shocked at how aggressive she has become—or, she might’ve been like this from the very start—but god, what a joy to reciprocate. But this desire is not a genital one, rather more like a sheer indulgence of the feeling itself as if it’s her first time.

“Minji, no one’s chasing you. You don’t have to rush.” Hands on her shoulders you say, in an assuring tone, to the panting girl in front of you. Regardless she dives in yet again, this time her hands dragging her jeans down, totally ignoring what you said. She doesn’t feel sorry, but neither do you when you can in fact enjoy what’s going to unfold.

You find it kinda cute to see that talkative girl in the subway all silent and busy with her hands with heavy breaths. It’s as if you have unbound her from the straitjacket—or the alcohol did—and her actual self inside was in need of some rabid lovemaking. No denial that she’s getting what she wants.

It’s hammy but a pleasure to watch. Her hands move to your top and hastily take it off of you, a sigh when it blocks the kiss. You’re overwhelmed as you take your pants yourself but Minji pulls it down to your ankles. Stepping out of them you push her onto her bed and crawl up to be parallel with her, eyes to eyes. When your erect cock brushes on her tummy she squints her eyes with a flinch. Her nerves are so worked up, whether it be from the intoxication she’s been in for hours or the anticipation. Or both.

“Minji, are you alright?” Her face is so red, her breaths are shallow and her teeth keep on biting her own fist. She just nods, eyes still filled with unrest; in fact you can’t tell if it’s concern or anticipation, but either way it’s your job to relax her. 

And putting her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with your lips is what you come up with as a solution. As if you want to absorb the turmoil out of her. When your tongues meet and intertwine her hands climb up to the back of your head and pull you deeper into the trance. Time passes like that. Minji’s so lost in the sensation, and when you lightly put your hand on her breasts she moans into your mouth. The size is just unblemished for you to leisurely fondle, so you keep doing that until she detaches from the kiss, asks you to take her top off with a coo.

“You look so beautiful. Just relax, Minji.” She bites on your under lip when your hand softly squeezes her breast and plays with her nipple. The pain is an approval you’d gratefully take.

You slide down to her neck, collarbone, chest, stomach and finally to her crotch, peppering everywhere on your way with pecks and licks and making it glisten. And oh, her pussy lips are already glistening—dripping, soaking wet—with her own water, nectar so dense with desire. You glimpse at her and she nods desperately, underside of her lips bitten hard, as if when you latch your tongue on her sex it’ll bleed. 

And when you do she yelps, sharp yet gutty, with her back involuntarily arching upward. “Ah, please…!” Is what follows her scream when you flick your tongue on her sensitive nub. You cherish her response and repeat it, eyeing her facial expressions and enjoying every furrow of her brows, every grasp on your hair and every squish of her thighs on your ears. It doesn’t take a while to reach the point where she loses control of herself. Where she loses her mind and cums with a scream. Your skull gets crushed between Minji’s fleshy thighs and your tongue drowns in her juices gushing into your mouth. It’s too saccharine, too flashy, beyond what you expected from her. 

“You’re so good at that… I’ve never squirted like that before.” Minji looks spent. Chest heaving up and down quickly, eyes almost teary and her tongue barely pronouncing correctly. You climb up again and lock lips with her, letting her taste her own liquid.

“Nngh…” You coat your cock with her prevailing girlcum, scrub it on her entrance a few times and slowly, slowly enter her first with only the head. That summons the clingy girl into her again as her arms lock around your neck and she screams into your shoulder. It’s enrapturing to feel the head of your cock slowly discover deeper parts of her, to hear her material moans permeating into your bones.

“God, you feel amazing!” Is what she says when you are halfway inside her. You withdraw a little bit, and put in even more, to make your entire cock disappear inside her. Her arms almost choke you when she hugs you tighter and shouts ‘yes’s and ‘oh my god’s right next to your ear.

“Minji, I’m going to move. I’m going to fuck you.” You groan. It’s finally the time to unleash everything in you, all too stacked up from the agonizing foreplays. “Yes, fuck me. Make me cum please-oh my god it feels so good!” You’re not going slow at all. The smacking sound is music to your ears, and her moans melt your brain. So you go brainless. Hitting the right spot and making her cry every time. It's soft no more, and Minji finds it crazy. Her arms can't settle down but intermittently darts about on the bed.

“Minji, fuck…” You doubt that she can hear you in the room full of her orgasmic yelps and moans. “Fuck, I love it! So deep inside me, don't stop…!” Her legs flutter, eyes roll back and fingers dig into your arms helplessly when she cums on your cock hard. “God, I can't… I can't-” The girl shyly asking for a kiss is now gone, beautifully degraded to a girl enjoying, loving and getting overtaken by the pleasure teeming into her. 

Overstimulated, Minji wriggles as if the sensations are throttling her. A few minutes you were caring about her more than you, but now your priorities are reset; you’re reminded of your purpose here, it's not for her sake, it's for you. And regardless of her condition you just push in, harder and deeper than each thrust, to the finish line. Her torso is turned red and at some point she's looking into your eyes, those subtle muscles beckoning for you to go for it, to cum.

“Minji, I'm cumming…! Fuck!” You splatter your seed all over her tummy and tits. The icing on the cake, an eye candy you're never going to be tired looking at.

“It was… Incredible.” Minji has a satisfied smile on her face. “Good to know you enjoyed it.” You nestle on the bed next to her, rearranging the wet strands of her hair out of her face.

******

Minji is asleep. Like nothing happened a few minutes ago. Like you're not in the bed with her. That's not an unexpected thing for you. You dress up, wipe your cum off her body. She's so pretty when sleeping, you think to yourself.

But right after that you take her purse; there are a few bucks and a credit card. And in the dressing table you find some fancy jewelry boxes.

It's bad, immoral. It's what you do for a living. Can't say you feel proud but not much of a guilt in your mind either. Maybe a little though. But only for this time. You actually liked Minji. Not that much, but you felt something different. Maybe you two can run into each other someday. And maybe you're hoping that happens, even though you know it won't help you in any ways. You can't explain it but there's something in your mind about what happened tonight. 

But you carry on, find a pen and a post-it, write something down and stick it on her empty purse on the nightstand.

‘You don't even know my name, do you?’

******

[thebibliosphere]

From what I've seen, I think the Batkids would like your book.

Hunger Pangs? You flatter me.

But also, yes thank you for this particular strain on self-indulgent brain rot. I am going to be absolutely abnormal about this.

I’d like to imagine Dick picks it up at an airport somewhere on his way back from a trip and becomes hooked on the “clever, pretty, jumps-from balconies-for-the-thrill-of-the-fall vampire and goes, “oh, same.”

The fact that it’s got a rugged, soldiery werewolf with a heart of gold who enforces self-care as a form of kink-play is also doing stuff to his brain. (That’s a thing? He can… he can ask someone for that? Who does he ask for that? It’s been weeks since he slept more than a few hours and ate more than cereal for dinner. Seriously, who does he ask? How much is it? He’s got money. He’ll pay.) The uh, the need for validation and the budding praise kink is also hitting a little too close to home.

As is “all powerful witch with the power to pick you up with her mind and throw you around like a rag doll.” (LiStEN, he spent a large chunk of his formative years surrounded by tight spandex suits, villains with sexy mind control pollen and getting kidnapped and tied up every other week. It’s not his fault he’s Like This.)

He’s not mad about it, though.

*

Babs catches him re-reading it during downtime. She’s not even that interested, more asking what it is to be polite, but the way Dick jumps and turns red, like he didn’t even realize she was in the room is… intriguing.

“I can see why you like it,” she says, several days later, casually drinking her coffee while Dick stares straight ahead, willing the floor to open up and swallow him whole. “Magic, politics. Saving the world from certain doom with the power of knowledge and ecological preservation.” She glances sideways at him. “Vlad’s got some interesting quirks.”

“Shut up.”

“Are we sure you’ve not been compromised?”

“Babs, I mean it.”

“Mean what?” Tim appears in the kitchen as though from nowhere, pouring a red bull into the coffee pot.

No one tries to stop him.

“Dick’s reading a new book,” Babs says, ignoring the murderous look Dick sends her way.

“Oh? What book? Is it any good?”

“Uh, yeah, uh.” Dick rubs at the back of his neck, glaring daggers at Babs as she rolls out of the room, cackling. “It’s uh, romance. Kind of silly actually…”

“Oh?”

Dick nods. “It’s got a vampire and a werewolf. Two guys. And a… well she’s just sort of magic. They break into a library to save the world from ecological disaster. They’re all bi. Together. Or they will be in the next book. This one’s more about the vampire and the werewolf getting together. Um...”

Tim’s gone very still in the way he does when his brain has caught hold of something and he’s absolutely about to let it consume him. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Dick shrugs. “It’s got some kink in it,” he warns, not wanting to expose his younger brother to something he’s not ready for. Which is ludicrous because he’s Robin. And from the way Tim’s not drinking his ‘coffee’ he can tell this is only going to go one way no matter what he says. He brightens, remembering something. “But there’s, like, a non smutty version too? Or a less smutty version, I guess? I don’t know, I haven’t read it yet. I could, we could go to the bookstore, maybe stop at the art store too…”

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

*

“So,” Jason says, and Dick can already tell where this is going by the shit-eating grin on his face. “Vampires, huh? Or is it more the werewolves you’re into?”

“Who told you?” Dick bemoans. “Was it Babs?” He bets it was Babs. Fucking Babs.

“Oh, no one told me anything Boy Wonder. Tim found out the author has a go-fund-me for some medical shit that exceeded his monthly allowance and he’s been harassing Bruce to “fix it” for several days now. He’s down in the cave making a nuisance of himself right now. Apparently he quote “needs more of the bisexual monster books Dick told him about” unquote, and the author can’t do shit if she up and fucking dies because this country’s a fucking for-profit shit hole.”

Dick places his head in his hands. “Oh, God. Is Bruce mad? He’s mad, isn’t he?”

Jason shrugs. “Couldn’t tell you. Last I heard, Tim was playing him the audiobook over the bat computer to make his case.”

Dick let’s his head thump against the table. This is it. This is his villain origin story. He’s going to run away and join the Rogues. Or maybe he’ll go back to the Circus. Either option is better than the idea of having to meet Bruce’s eye later over the dinner table.

“Personally, I thought the plot was a little weak but the characters are compelling,” Jason says, sipping his herbal tea. “I liked the chill necromancer doctor. I feel like he’d be able to fix me.”

[moonstruckme]

Love, OMG?? the doctor!rem fix killed me 😭 do you think you might do part 2 where shes bedridden and he's taking care of her?? currently sick too 😭

Thanks for requesting!

part 1 | part 2

Doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 962 words

Remus has got you all doped up. You didn’t even bother asking him what the pills he handed you a few hours ago were, but now you’re feeling tired and teary. 

“Rem.” Your voice is hoarse, barely there. You try again. “Remus.” 

A head of fluffy brown hair pops out of the kitchen. “You calling me, sweetheart?” 

You swallow. “Yeah.” 

“Oh, honey,” Remus eyebrows pinch together as he comes down the hallway to you. “You sound awful, I could barely hear you.” 

“Sorry,” you croak, the sympathy in his voice only serving to tighten your throat. “Did you roofie me?” 

His eyebrows raise as he sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg through the sheets. “Think they’d have my license for that one, dove. Why do you ask?” 

“I’m really sleepy.” 

Remus nods. “That’s alright. You took the nighttime ones, remember? It’s a good idea to rest right now.”

“Oh.” You hadn’t remembered. Remus frowns like he can tell. 

“Wait one second, dove.” He disappears back down the hall, returning a few moments later with a steaming cup of tea. “I put honey in it, so it should help with your throat for a little while.” He passes it to you carefully, keeping a hand on it as you raise it to your lips just in case you drop it. “Careful, there you go. Alright if I take your temp again?”

You nod, blowing gently on your tea while Remus puts the thermometer in your ear. You relish the feel of the steam on your face, and your first sip is so saccharine you wonder how much of the tea is actually tea and how much is just honey. It’s good like this, though. You lean forward until your forehead rests on Remus’ shoulder. You would’ve assumed that doctors would be so desensitized to illness that they’d have no bedside manner left for when they’re off the clock, but Remus is being so extra sweet to you. He’s made you drink probably four gallons of water, sure, but it’s all “sweetheart” this and “dovey” that, and you don’t think you’ve ever received a more soothing back rub than the one he gave you this morning. You don’t actually mind being sick all that much while he’s here to take care of you.

You’re so caught up in your maudlin reverie that you’ve forgotten the device in your ear by the time it beeps, and you jump. 

“Sorry,” Remus laughs, surprised by your reaction. He puts a hand behind your neck, helping you ease yourself back down onto the pillow. “You start to drift off there, lovely?”

“A little,” you admit, pulling the covers up over your shoulders as a shiver takes you.

He hums, the sound half amusement and half concern. “Well, your fever’s gone down a bit at least, so the medicine seems to be doing its work. How’re you feeling?” 

“I feel like I’m dying,” you reply, picking your phone up off your pillow to wave it about, “and I checked, the internet agrees with me.”

“Oh, really?” Remus smiles as he brushes a few wayward strands of hair from your forehead. “I suppose it’s a good thing you have the internet to tell you that, since there’s not, say, a fully qualified medical professional at your disposal.” 

“What is it you’re always saying?” you ask him, and the tea really is making your throat feel better; the warm honey coats your mistreated esophagus like a balm. “It never hurts to get a second opinion? Anyway, you never said the flu would make my legs hurt like this.” 

Remus blinks. “Your legs?”

“Mhm.” You flex your feet, bringing to life the ache that’s plagued you for the last several hours as if to prove it to him. “They hurt.” 

Remus frowns as he feels for your leg through the covers. “What part hurts, honey?”

“All up and down them.”

Remus cuts an odd look your way before his hand finds your calf. He squeezes, and you hiss.

“Ouch!” you say. “Fuck, yeah, it’s there.” 

Remus laughs. Actually laughs, and ever harder when you look at him with betrayal in your eyes. “Sweetheart,” he says. “Honey, my darling, do you remember how we went ice skating yesterday?” 

You feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Yeah?”

“And do you see how that would work out muscles you don’t usually use all that much?”

Your frown worsens. “Sure. Why?”

The smile Remus gives you is kind, but you can still see the amusement twinkling in his eyes. “You’re sore, dovey. It’s got nothing to do with the flu, you just worked the muscles in your legs a bit harder than they’re used to. I’m feeling it in my calves, too.” 

“Oh.” You nestle into the covers until they reach halfway up your face, retreating in embarrassment. Remus laughs again, pushing the sheets down under your chin and kissing your face. His nose is cold where it mushes into your feverish skin. 

“Sorry, I’m not making fun of you,” he promises, though he’s snickering. “I mean, I will, but not when you’re so unwell. You’re still my poor girl for now.” 

“I like poor girl privilege,” you decide, turning your cheek so he’ll kiss it again. He does, smiling against your skin. 

“You know what other privileges you get?” Remus asks you. “Other than tea and a hiatus from teasing?” You hum contentedly. “I’ll tell you something I never tell my other patients.” 

“What’s that?” you ask him, unsure if your sudden dizziness is from the fever or just the effect his affection has on you. 

Remus climbs over you, slipping beneath the covers and pulling you up against him. “Cuddles are the best cure for the flu.”

[gyutarling]

INFINITE

late night adventures with beomgyu...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ wc 1.7k

warnings! — cursing, mentions of burning things, mentions of ghosts and death, catcher in the rye slander (not srs if u like that book thats cool!), a little pretentious, jokes about dating a senior citizen, lowercase intended, not proofread

note — went ballistic after gyu made an insta..... save me manic pixie dream boy..... save me....

“gyu, where are we even going?” you enquired. frankly, you were still a little grumpy from being woken up at 3 in the morning, with beomgyu outside your window holding your shoes, wordlessly telling you to follow him.

when no reply came after several pauses, you glanced over next to you, only to find him completely zoned out. you were about to open your mouth to snap at him, patience spreading thin from the sleepiness, but then he smiled.

“the library, we’re sneaking in.” he turned his eyes back to the road ahead after making eye contact with you, mischief still heavy on his cheeks.

what he said took you a few seconds longer to process. “oh, okay— wait. what?!” in your befuddled state, you stopped in your tracks, “what do you mean by ‘sneaking in’? why the library?” honestly, you were more surprised that you didn't have more questions, but then again, this is beomgyu, you wouldn't put something like this past him.

beomgyu casually fixed his bangs, “sneaking in as in, we’re gonna not-so-legally enter the library like, right now.” he stopped in front of said building, you didn’t even notice you had been walking for so long. “and the library because there's a book i wanna burn.”

you almost shouted out a question, if not for beomgyu placing his hand over your mouth when he saw you staring at him with wide eyes. “hush! we might get caught!” his hand dropped after he felt your tongue touching his palm, “gross! anyway, do you have a paperclip i can borrow? kinda need to pick this lock before we do the actual ‘sneaking in’ part.” he held out his hand as he inspected the lock.

“what the fuck? are you insane?!” you opted for whisper shouting instead. you take it back, just when you thought he couldn't get any crazier, he proves you wrong with his stupidly perfect smile that seems to grow wider with each late night adventure. “first of all, why did i have to come with? could you not have done this yourself? i don’t wanna get in trouble again.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“this is a two-person operation! besides, it’s more fun this way. so sorry in advance if i do get us into trouble,” beomgyu whispered back, and by the dimple peeking out from his smirk, you can tell he didn’t mean his apology.

you let out a relenting sigh and handed him a paperclip, “okay, but second of all, what book got you so enraged that you just had to sneak into the town library at such an ungodly hour just to steal and burn it?”

“it’s not like it enraged me, i mean, books are supposed to make you feel intense things, so i would have liked it if it did enrage me,” beomgyu mindlessly spoke while fidgeting with the paperclip, “it’s ‘the catcher in the rye’, borrowed and finished it recently, and i don’t know, the main character is just such a whiny ass bitch boy. he’s got this whole self-loathing, self-aware hypocrite persona going on, and throughout the book he pretty much just talks and drinks and pities himself. i think the author tried to make him too relatable, to the point that he became unrealistic, if that makes sense,” he rambled on, “the only part i liked was near the end, the part with his sister was actually pretty well-written.”

“so you are enraged,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his mini rant, “you’re cute when you ramble, by the way.”

“hm, i’d say the word would be ‘unimpressed’, i just don’t like it.” he pretended to inspect the lock closer, yet still failing miserably at hiding his reddening cheeks. a few minutes after poking and moving the paperclip around inside the keyhole, you heard a click, and seconds later, you two were inside the pitch dark library. “alright, we’re in. the rest should be fairly easy.”

“hold on, one more question,” you realised as you took out your phone for the flashlight, “why didn’t you just do this when you still had the book? why did you have to return it and then come back?” you were too far into the theft and arson two-person operation to be angry at beomgyu for dragging you into it at this point. you were happy to be hanging out with him anyway.

“hey, this might make me a criminal, but i’m not a heathen. i return my shit, never had an overdue book in my entire life,” beomgyu bragged, “mrs. librarian is basically my best friend.”

“and yet you don’t know her name?” you laughed at his antics.

“i believe in the magic of mystery,” he said in an exaggerated fancy accent, “besides, names and such formalities are for first dates, which i might score one soon, heard her husband’s been out a lot.”

“gross, dude! she’s like 78!” you couldn’t help but to playfully shove him.

“and yet she remains such a radiant beauty, her prune-like visuals never fail to amaze me!” beomgyu emphasised even more, and you both couldn’t help but let out loud laughs you weren’t supposed to.

“how romantic, even shakespeare wouldn’t have been able to be as eloquent as you. save it for her, though, i don’t wanna hear about how you’re into an old, saggy woman who’s pushing 80.”

as the laughter died down, you two decided to split up to look for the object of beomgyu’s hatred. you were a little unsettled by the dark, this was a library after all, a very fitting place for a victorian ghost to haunt.

just when you were about to let out a breathy laugh at your own absurd thoughts, you heard a creaking noise. you quickly turned off your phone’s flashlight, this was it, you always knew beomgyu would lead to your downfall by baiting you to some supernatural entity. he probably made a deal with the devil and offered up your soul. no, scratch that, beomgyu is the devil himself—

“boo!” you let out a squeak and fell backwards, startled as you saw beomgyu with his flashlight shining from below his face. you breathed heavily, trying to catch up with the shock as he let out silent cackles. beomgyu might be even more evil than the devil.

“oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” he spitted out between laughter, but that abruptly stopped when you two heard the jingle of keys. you looked at beomgyu, panic still in your eyes, but for a different reason this time. you were still on the ground when he helped you up and dragged you to a corner, sandwiched between two bookshelves as he covered your mouth.

you didn’t know if you were dizzy from being out of breath, or the distance (or the lack thereof) between you and beomgyu. one hand covering your mouth, one hand on your waist to keep you steady, his equally fast breaths on your cheek. if you weren’t insane enough already, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, and leaned his forehead on yours from exhaustion. you wanted to stay like this forever.

of course, your dazed moment was interrupted by the lights of the library turning on, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps. your anxiety returned, and beomgyu glanced to the side just to quickly turn back.

“change of plans. fuck the book, we’re booking it.” he smiled. honestly, how can he have time for word play in such a predicament?

“what—” at that, he grabbed your hand and bolted out from between the shelves. you could hear the shouting of someone, presumably the security guard, but the buzzing adrenaline was louder. beomgyu hurriedly bursted through the doors that you both came in from, with your hands still connected, then down the streets. your legs burned, but at that point, you two were laughing like crazy. in the small, empty neighbourhood, well into the night, you swore you could take on anything if you had beomgyu by your side.

slowing down, he continued to hold onto your hand as you came to a stop. inhaling and exhaling rapidly, the rush died down and you noticed the delicate snowflakes that nipped at your skin. beomgyu seemed to notice as well, he stood up straight and stared upwards, mesmerised by the fluttering whiteness.

“it’s the first snow,” he mumbled, “you know, they say that seeing the first snow together with someone means you’ll be with them forever, and any wishes you make will come true.” he looked back at you, and you found yourself admiring his twinkling eyes.

“that’s pretty,” you smiled at him, “did you wish for anything?”

“yeah, i wished that you were mrs. librarian instead— hey, ow! i’m kidding!” beomgyu dramatically rubbed his arm after you very lightly and playfully punched him.

“moment ruined.” you said, unimpressed as beomgyu giggled.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued watching the snow, it’s light enough to not be too cold, but cold enough for beomgyu to pull you closer to him, close enough for the moment to feel real.

“sorry you didn’t get to take out your burning anger on the book.” you slightly chuckled as you remembered the events of the night.

“it’s alright, didn’t matter too much to me,” he shrugged, “i didn’t even hate the book that much, just wanted an excuse to drag you out with me.”

you looked at him, stupefied, “so you couldn’t just ask me to hang out during the day like a normal person? what if that security guard was secretly a victorian ghost protecting the library? and what if said ghost happened to die from a thief who burned their house down?” you started exaggerating to show that you weren’t actually mad at him.

beomgyu jokingly scoffed at your silly rambling, “normal is boring, and from your whole spiel just now, you’re clearly not normal either, weirdo.” at that, you both smiled at each other.

beomgyu is truly beautiful, but especially when he smiles. the way his nose scrunches, pinkish from the cold, eyes turning into crescents with tiny sparkles in them. the way his lips curl up, matching the wispy ends of his soft-looking hair, framing his face perfectly. his smile is truly perfect.

in that moment, all you could feel was beomgyu and the world, both infinitely yours.

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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of. 

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance. 

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate. 

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

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It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. 

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line. 

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”  “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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“Yeah?” Silence. “Yeah.. yeah okay.” Pacing. “No that’s fine.” Approaching footsteps. “It’ll be rescheduled?”

I looked up from my phone, blankets pulled around my waist, sitting up in Trevor’s bed. “Alright. I’ll talk to you later then.”

Trevor stepped into the room, lowering his phone from his ear as he made eye contact with me and dropped his duffel bag.

“What’s the word?”

“They cancelled the game. We’re on a severe storm watch all night, and the power’s out across the whole city. The Civic Center can’t host people on backup generators.” Trevor kicked his shoes off, and I smiled at how quickly he began to lose pieces of his suit.

“So I get a night in with my baby?”

“Trevor?”

I sighed, glancing past Trevor to see Jamie in the doorway.

“I get a night in with my baby and his boyfriend.” I corrected, smiling to assure Trevor I wouldn’t mind.

“They cancelled our game.” Jamie informed Trevor, though he was already behind on that information.

“I know I just called.” Trevor waited to take off his shirt or pants, sitting on the foot of the bed as he began to undo his tie.

“It’s really quiet.” I was caught off guard by the sound in Jamie’s voice. He seemed nervous.

“Yeah.. kinda is.” Trevor agreed, tossing his tie toward his desk chair. I looked back down at my phone, checking the specific weather for the next few hours. “Wanna play laser tag?” My head snapped back up toward the boys.

“Oh, yeah!” Jamie was out of the doorway in a flash. I heard Trevor chuckle softly. He looked back at me with a bright smile.

“You don’t mind, do you? Jambo isn’t a big fan of things like this. Makes him anxious.” Trevor leaned forward for a kiss, and I was swift to deliver. When I pulled away, I nodded.

“Keep him busy for a bit. I’ll call the electric company.”

“You’re the best.”

It didn’t take long for the boys to get changed and run off through the house.

I didn’t think it would be too hard to make a quick call. But even behind Trevor’s closed door, I could hear the boys yelling and laughing at the tops of their lungs. Cursing each other out and threatening one another from behind furniture and walls.

It was hard to keep a straight face while I was on the phone.

After about thirty minutes, I was given an estimated time on how long it would take for the power to be back. After I hung up, I grabbed a spare laser tag gun, and ventured out into the treacherous war zone that was the living room.

I had no vest, but I was only coming out to end the boys’ stalemate.

“Trevor, don’t come any closer!”

“What are you talking about? I can hear your footsteps!”

I bit my cheek to limit my laughter. One was tucked away in the corner behind the couch. The other behind the armchair across the floor.

“You’re such a liar!” Jamie accused, and I decided he would be my first victim.

I tiptoed over to the couch, and once I was close enough, I hopped up onto it and shouted. A cruel joke, but it scared the shit out of Jamie- who screamed in response as I shot him.

“Jamie?” Trevor’s concern was evident in his tone. I turned to look at him just as he stood up, raised my gun, and tagged him out.

“Fuck!” Trevor threw his hands in the air. I laughed softly.

“They said the power should come back on by tomorrow. Couldn’t give a good time because of how bad the roads are. They don’t know which power lines the electricians will be able to get to or not.”

I climbed off the couch and tossed my gun down. I finally heard Jamie breathe out a sigh and stand up.

“You two have portable phone chargers, yes?” They nodded. “And water in the fridge?” Another round of nodding. The fridge wouldn’t stay cold forever, but I was mainly concerned about them having something to drink in the event that their pipes had issues as well. “Alright. Then who’s up for a movie on my laptop?”

“Oh me!”

“Does Jamie have to stay?”

“Hey!”

“Jamie is a part of this household. Yes he’s staying.” I spoke with a light laugh. “You two grab a few blankets and pillows. I’ll set up the laptop.” They were gone in a flash. I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and pushed the table back against the couch. I sat down on the floor and turned the device on, checking to see it had a full battery before I grabbed my phone to turn its hotspot on. I connected the laptop to it, and went to find my streaming services.

Soon, the boys returned with blankets and pillows. I moved from the floor and instructed them to set everything out. They fought over which side of the floor they wanted to be on, while I pulled up a film on the couch. Once they got settled and sat on the floor, I quickly joined them, seated next to Trevor on his own blanket while I set my laptop in the middle.

“What are we watching?” Jamie asked as he sat with his legs criss-crossed.

“Top Gun.” I answered, giving Trevor room as he laid down. I lowered myself onto my side next to him, resting my head on his chest and tangling our legs together.

I never minded spending time with Trevor and Jamie. Even if there were moments when I specifically wanted Trevor and not his lovely counterpart.

I learned Jamie was a package deal. And a good one at that. I figured out early on that I could still have quality time with Trevor, so long as I kept Jamie entertained. Which was incredibly easy. And he was a quiet guy as it was anyway. Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even in the room.

My gaze drifted to Jamie as he dragged a blanket into his lap, fidgeting with the fabric while his eyes were glued to the screen. He was nervous, but he’d be alright.

When my gaze shifted to Trevor, I realized he was already looking at me. Our eyes locking caused him to smile and breathe out a quiet chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” I whispered playfully.

“Hey.” Trevor mocked quietly.

“You’re missing Tom Cruise.”

“You’re here. He can wait.” I rolled my eyes at him before looking back at the laptop.

It wasn’t until we were halfway through the movie when Jamie laid down, and we eventually heard the soft snores coming from his lips.

After that, I carefully stretched a foot out and shut the lid of my laptop, and I looked back at Trevor.

“You wanna go back in your bedroom?”

“I’m kinda comfy here.” Trevor admitted quietly. “And I don’t want him to freak out if he wakes up alone.” As much as I knew Trevor loved tormenting Jamie, he also loved looking after his best friend too.

“He’s not a four year old.” I whispered with a smile.

“Yeah, but he might feel a little left out.”

“What? That he can’t cuddle with us?” I tried not to laugh. Trevor rolled his eyes at me. “It’s alright, Zig. We can stay out here.” I pressed a kiss to his lips before I nestled back into his side, resting my head on his chest again.

“But at least put a blanket over the poor thing. He’s gonna start shivering.”

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WIBTA for putting in a fake negative review for my workplace? (👾👾👾 for easier search and recognition)

So I've worked at this local hardware store for a little over a year now. So far, it's been the most chill job I've had and has paid a bit better than the last one I worked at. The current staff, for the majority of them, I'm pretty chill with, except I (and a lot of the others) has had issues with two people: One of the managers (let's call him Reggie, 40sM) and one of the associates (we'll call him Cider, 40sM). Reggie is a recovering alcoholic and he's been keeping his sobriety by using marijuana, while Cider is an old friend of Reggie's that used to be a bartender. Reggie was hired on as a manager a couple months after I started, and a month after Reggie hired Cider.

From almost day 1 everyone has had some sort of issue with the two of them. For one, Reggie is always casually breaking the rules by wearing slippers to work (safety hazard, it's a damn hardware store and the floors are concrete), leaving for several minutes to even HOURS without saying anything to anyone while still on the clock, and worst of all he often hotboxes in his car so he comes back with a literal cloud of weed clinging to him. He's taken money out of the safes and store deposits for his own personal stuff, and then goes to replace the money later, and it took him over a year to actually start doing some of the basic manager stuff on the computer. I, and two other people, were taught some of those same manager stuff within 2 weeks. Mind you that we're still sales associates, but because we were taught this stuff Reggie would sometimes have us do some of the more tedious manager stuff under his code. So, when it looks like he's done a ton of work, in reality he was doing something like reprint sales tags and leaving the plaza to go home and walk his fucking dogs.

Cider on the other hand has been found smelling like alcohol, evidently being drunk on the job in front of customers, and we've had to clean up after him more than a few times in the bathrooms. Hell, Cider came in actually drunk on his first day working, and the manager on shift at the time (who wasn't Reggie) wanted to turn him immediately out the door.

The other two managers have both reported all this to the store owner, and even the store owner's son who co-owns the place has seen some of this stuff first-hand (He came up to one of them asking if it was just him or if Reggie reeked of weed). The both of them have even experienced Reggie's incompetency during truck orders when the other managers were on vacation. The store owner still hasn't done any sort of reprimanding to Reggie, despite that if the other managers did anything similar they'd be fired on the spot. Neither manager can say anything to Cider about his drinking, because then he'll just say something like: "Oh, I'm getting in trouble for having a little drink, when Reggie can be here every day smelling like weed?" Dude can be a good worker, but only when he's occasionally sober.

Basically, I want to create a throw-away google account and leave a 2~3 star review as customer saying that some of the associates smelled like weed and alcohol and seemed like they were under the influence. I know it sounds like a dick move to do this, but maybe if there's a public thing about it then the store owner will start addressing it. Maybe put in one every couple of weeks to make it really stack up and make an impact.

What are these acronyms?

[crusty-chronicles]

Sandwiched between (Ging x Reader x Kite)

Synopsis: Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass.

Part 2

NSFW, So minors get out 😤

Warnings: threesome, fingering, anal, vaginal sex, drunk sex, friends with benefits kind of, cum, hickies, AFAB reader, slow burn I guess, I love me some exposition okay. 🥺

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It's a bit hazy to you how it started. The feeling of soft kisses under your jaw and the scrape of stubble across your neck had distracted you. Fingers working to rid you of your clothes while others eagerly touched exposed skin.

It must have had something to do with.....

Oh

You remembered now.

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It was rare the three of you were in the same place. Ging always on the move searching for new ruins. Kite constantly traveling to complete new surveys on recently discovered species. And you changing labs every now and then to study the stars.

It was miraculous, really, that the three of you had ended up in the same town. A few quick phone calls later, and you had all agreed to meet up at a bar to celebrate the new discoveries. (Although it took a little more convincing for the flakiest of the group to say yes. Namely, saying you'd tell his son where he was if he didn't get his ass over there.)

The bar you'd chosen to meet up in wasn't too crowded. The noise level was decent and the atmosphere was cozy. Surprisingly, Ging was the first one to get there.

Who made sure to let you know when you arrived last.

"Well look who finally decided to make it? I've been waiting for an hour."

You directed your attention to Kite.

"We've only been waiting twenty minutes. He's already on his fifth shot," he said while gesturing to a very pouty Ging.

"Ass, couldn't even wait for me to get here to start drinking." Your tone was teasing as you took your seat.

"Yeah, yeah. What kept you anyways? I mean it was your idea to go out drinking. You'd think the one who suggested it would be here first." Ging grumbled. Reaching for another shot before you stole it from him.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was late. Some braindead idiot lost all the research we gathered. We had to manually log in everything again and make several copies just in case. Such a pain."

You threw your head back and downed the shot. Your face scrunched up at the strong burn in your throat.

"Getting shit-faced tonight, I see?" You noted.

A huff of amusement from your left.

"You'll be more than shit-faced if you keep stealing his drinks. Here, this one's not as strong." Kite nudged a small glass towards you.

You took a swing and were delightfully surprised. The drink was a little sweeter and not too rough going down.

"You know me so well." You wriggled your eyebrows at the taller male, making him thwap the back of your head.

"Ow. Ging, Kite's bullying me." You whined.

"Good. That's what you get for stealing my shot. You owe me fifty cents for that by the way."

"Fifty cents? You're such an ass."

With the drinks flowing, you all became a little looser. Laughing and shoving each other for what felt like the first time in years. Faces tinted rosy shades from the alcohol. It was a pleasant change of pace from working tirelessly as Hunters.

"So what did you find?" You questioned Ging.

"Believe it or not we excavated a bunch of tombs. There was some dead language scrawled on the top of them that we're probably gonna decipher tomorrow."

"You got pictures?"

"The association doesn't really want that stuff out there yet."

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a second. Then drunken laughter rang out.

"Yeah fuck that, I've got ten. Wanna see?"

Ging pulled out his phone and placed it in the middle. He leaned over your right shoulder while Kite leaned over your left. Sarcophagus-like tombs were displayed on the screen.

"Okay Mr. Lurka Ruins. Fancy stuff." You then turned your head to address Kite.

"And you? What freaky little creatures did you find?" Your words were starting to become slightly slurred.

"My team and I managed to discover fifteen new species of insect."

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off.

"And before you ask, yes I did snag a few pictures. Here."

You sat contently as Kite's phone swapped with Ging's in the middle. Your eyes lit up with each new bug.

"You found those all here?"

"Yeah.... Now what have you been up to?"

Both men watched as you giddily reached in your pocket.

"Not to brag buuuut- Guess who discovered a planet!!!"

You switched on your phone and proudly showed your lock screen. A dark blue orb with black rings of stardust.

Ging let out a low whistle before speaking.

"Damn, not too shabby. Your little telescope picked that up?"

You nodded enthusiastically, a sight that was endearing.

"Hell yeah! And I'm working on a better model to be able to make out the details better. Three stars here I come!"

You had accidentally leaned you all the way back into Kite. You flashed a bright smile from your position. He grinned back before continuing the conversation.

"And you're gonna make sure to apply for it right? You're not gonna be lazy like Ging."

A protest of 'Hey' from the scuffed-up Hunter as you righted yourself up.

"Nope. Ging always sets the worst examples, like parenting." An offended gasp was heard.

"Kite, Y/n's bullying me!"

You stuck your tongue out.

"Can't you two argue without putting me in the middle?" Kite said, his tone exasperated.

Your playful banter with your friends was cut off by a stranger approaching. A tap on your shoulder had you swiveling around on the barstool.

"Can I help you?" You figured whoever it was just wanted directions.

Unbeknownst to you, it was some skeez who was hoping to get lucky tonight. He noticed you sitting down, along with your choice of company. A very scuffed up looking man who was probably homeless and wandered into the bar. And another gaunt dude who looked like a fragile push over.

Obviously you were in need of someone better. A pretty thing like you would do wonders for him.

"You most definitely can."

The semi-sober one of the group, Kite, was able to pick out this guy's predatory tone easily. A look at Ging told him he wasn't too fond of this stranger either.

"Why don't you ditch these losers and spend your night with a real man?" The skeez had a smug smirk on his face.

You, however, were not amused.

"Excuse me?" You weren't too thrilled about some stranger ruining your night with your friends. But this guy didn't take the hint.

"No need to be shy. I promise you'll enjoy yourself if you come home with me tonight."

You laughed, but it was a mocking one. And even though both men wouldn't have hesitated to put this guy in his place, they knew you could handle it yourself. Plus, you'd probably be upset if one of them tried to step in.

"Ten bucks says they kick his ass." Ging addressed from over your shoulder.

"Twenty says we get kicked out for it." Kite added.

Attention was back on you as you slammed your drink down at the guy's pestering.

"C'mon, don't be difficult. I can give you double than what these guys are paying."

Yeah that dude was fucked.

"Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can with your two centimeter dick. And it's kinda sad, dont'cha think? Paying someone to touch you because no sane person would ever try?"

The skeez froze. Anger replacing his smug expression.

"You know what, you're a slut anyways."

Ging looked over at Kite once more.

"Fifty says we have to pay for damages."

You shot up from your seat and approached the man. The anger turning into shock as you lifted him by his collar and slammed him through a table. You were very respected in your field, and they knew you wouldn't take being talked down to. Plus, your already short fuse was made even shorter thanks to the drinks running through your system.

You wiped your hands on your slacks and returned to your seat.

"Fucking hell. There goes my night." The bartender eyed you as you sat down. You quickly offered up your card.

"Here, for the table."

Your expression turned grumpy, turning to look behind at the mess you made and grumbling out profanities.

"Think it's a sign I should stop drinking?" You asked.

"You should. But are you really gonna commit after you've been pissed off?" Kite responded, trying to help distract you.

"Absolutely not. If anything, I'm gonna destroy my liver and get the biggest hangover of my life tomorrow."

Even though the conversation started to shift little by little, a certain Ruins Hunter couldn't shake your earlier words out of his head.

'Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can-'

An idea said so offhandedly, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Yet here he was, unable to rid the image of you spread out so nicely, crying at the way his fingers hit all the right spots inside you.

A thought he would blame on the alcohol for fogging up his good judgement.

And it had him thinking. Maybe both of you could celebrate in a different way tonight. To be fair, you were all just about to be kicked out of this shit bar for using that guy to destroy the table. Besides, if you got uncomfortable, he'd stop and that would be that. No harm no foul.

So he leaned over, stubble brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"You know, if you really wanted to test that earlier theory out, I'm open to it."

You choked on your drink the moment those words left his mouth. Immediately your face went a darker shade and you sputtered for a response.

"You are honestly the worst." Your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"Yeah, but I think I know my way around a body or two. Let's have some fun tonight. We did come all this way to 'celebrate.'" Then a bite to your lobe.

And the touch wasn't unwelcome. The advances weren't icky like that other drunk's. They made you feel hot and bothered in a very good way. Maybe it was the buzz of alcohol in your system. Maybe it was because you knew Ging so well. Or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the fact that your other friend was right next to you watching.

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Kite knew what Ging was doing, and he wasn't too happy about it. The dirty things being whispered in your ear had your legs squeezing themselves together. Your reaction was very much positive. And he wouldn't deny your earlier words having an effect on him too. But he was not about to let his best friend whisk you away to go fuck somewhere.

At least not without trying to woo you himself first.

Cautiously, he placed his hand on your thigh. The act catching you off guard and effectively sending shivers down your spine.

Heat starting to pool in your stomach from both of their ministrations.

Kite flashed you an innocent look when you directed your attention towards him. Hand inching higher up your thigh, lightly caressing your covered skin.

Then another lustful murmur in your ear from Ging.

"Looks like someone else wants to have fun. Think you have enough room to fit the both of us inside?"

The thought had you squirming. And as tempting as it was, this was neither the time nor place.

"Both of you behave. We're in public." But the hand on your thigh dipped between your legs and the lips against your ear trailed down to your neck.

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You'd given in quickly after that, dragging the both of them out and towards your apartment. Which was fortunately close by. And thank god it was because as soon as you opened the door, enthusiastic hands were back on you.

"Play nice," You warned after Ging had turned your head away from Kite's to stick his tongue down your throat.

A grumble, but no further protest as you all stumbled towards your bed.

A soft kiss that turned feral from the silver haired hunter. Bottom lip being tugged by his teeth. You gasped lightly at the suckling sensation on your neck from the other male. Both of them working together to rid you of your shirt.

"Feel good? No regrets?" The question was mumbled against your skin by Kite.

How sweet.

Your bra was quickly discarded and one of your nipples was enveloped by Ging's mouth.

"Mmm, feels great. But you're both going a little slow." You pulled away from the duo and shimmied out of your pants. A noticeable damp spot on your panties as you spread your legs open.

"Fingers only. And if you can make me cum in twenty minutes, we can do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

If they weren't hard before, they most certainly were now. A shared look between the two. It would be a team effort.

You were pushed lightly down on the mattress and watched as troublesome clothing was discarded. Hats and cloaks thrown to the side so they wouldn't get in the way. You let out a noise of disapproval as your poor underwear was ripped to shreds.

"Here, get these wet for me." Ging placed two of his fingers in front of your mouth. You obeyed and suckled on his calloused digits.

"Help us get you started, okay?" A different set of fingers placed themselves against your lips. You opened up and let them slide in. Your warm tongue taking turns wrapping around each one.

Your mouth would definitely be a point of interest later.

Even though you were soaking at this point, it didn't hurt to add a little more natural lubricant. In fact, it would probably feel even better.

Once they were sure their fingers were wet enough, they were removed from your mouth with a 'pop.' Never one for patience, Ging quickly thrusted his fingers inside your welcoming hole. You let out a hiss from the stretch that turned into a whine as Kite applied delicious pressure against your clit.

"Fuck!" Neither of them were going slow. If anything, they were speeding up at the sound of your pleasured cries. The fingers thrusting into your cunt grazing your g-spot. The ones circling your sensitive bundle of nerves were precise and unrelenting.

You feebly moved your hips to try and match their pace. A feeling of pride and smugness at the fact that you were coming undone so quickly. That yes, their fingers were proving to be more than enough for you.

But you needed to reach your high faster if other activities were to happen. The sooner you did, the better the night would get.

"Let's switch," Ging suggested. Kite stopped his movements for a second to hear him out.

"Your fingers are a little longer and mine are more calloused. Worth a shot, dont'cha think?"

A devious smirk made its way onto the taller male's face, understanding what Ging was getting at.

"Oh most definitely."

You were left confused as both men pulled away. Only to practically scream as bigger fingers plunged into your needy cunt and repeatedly hit your g-spot, along with rougher ones abusing your puffy clit. It was different than before. Better.

And the combined stimulation had your legs shaking. The coil in your stomach tightening at an alarming pace.

"Right there!" You encouraged. The fast pace from before was back. A few more well-coordinated movements and you were cumming hard.

Your legs fighting to close, but the death grip on your thighs prevented them from doing so. Both men wanting to see your climax in full.

The tremors going through your body. The way your hands fisted the sheets above you. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Kite removed his fingers. And your release leaking down your legs.

It took you a second to catch your breath. The haze in your mind clearing up and noticing the lustful stares from your friends.

"How long was that?" You asked. Regardless, you'd still let them do what they pleased with you. You were in no rush to cut tonight short after that.

"Fifteen minutes." Ging proudly announced.

You let out a small laugh.

"Hey what's funny!?!"

"You being so excited, stupid."

A small slurping sound interrupted your banter. The need in your core was back as you watched Kite lick his fingers clean of your juices.

He flashed you a wolfish grin when he met your gaze.

These men would be the death of you.

"So what's next? You fuck me?" Maybe you were a tad bit more excited than you should be. But after seeing what they could do with just their fingers, you were eager to see what they could accomplish with more.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Ging said, discarding his shirt before moving to undo his pants.

"Who would you want inside?" Kite asked, starting to strip down as well. Your answer was immediate.

"You, obviously."

"What!?!? Why does Kite get to be inside!?!" Ging complained. You gave a small glare in return.

"Remind me again which one of us has a kid? Maybe if you'd brought a condom I would consider it." It sounded like you were lecturing a child. And in a sense you were, a man child to be exact.

A possessive hand pulled you forward.

"Did you bring a condom?" The question was genuine from Kite, who was not prepared to defend against why he should be the one fucking your cunt instead of a protected Ging.

"Why would I bring one?!?! It's not like I knew I would be having sex tonight!!! And you didn't bring one either! It's not fair!" Ging pointed an accusatory finger at the silver haired male.

"Yeah? Well I trust Kite's pull-out game a helluva lot better than I trust yours. Zero beats one," You butted in.

"Fine, but if you get pregnant we'll all know who the father is."

"And I'll probably be a better one than you," Kite defended.

"No. No, no, no. I am not getting knocked up. You-," you pointed at Kite. "Are going to pull out. I'll buy some plan b in the morning. And you-," you pointed at Ging this time. "Need to decide where or what you want to fuck."

A beat of silence.

"I want your ass. Good with that?" A fair trade if he was being honest. He'd get to hear you scream and fuck the next best thing.

"I can make peace with that. So do we just...." You'd never been in a situation like this before. You didn't know who went where or what the proper position would be. All three of you on shaky knees on top of your bed. It was new territory that not even the wonders of booze could downplay.

"Here. Face me. Arms up here. And wait for Ging to go in first. Then we'll ease you down on me. Okay?" Kite's directions were comforting. His soft tone doing wonders to relax your body.

So you listened and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, waiting patiently for the man behind you to make his move.

You felt a finger prod at your ass and jumped.

"What? You've never had something in your ass before?" You weren't too fond of the teasing tone Ging had.

"No shit Sherlock. So you better go slow. And be damn grateful you're the first one I let in there!" You threw over your shoulder.

A finger pushed into you, the feeling foreign. Your body tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax, it won't hurt that bad." Ging assured.

Another entered. Both thrusting into your ass slowly, spreading your tight ring of muscles open. Prepping you for his achy cock.

He was desperate to just shove himself in and chase his own high, but you were his friend. And your comfort came first. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

So he took his time getting you accustomed to his fingers. Gently pushing in and out until he added a third.

You made a noise of discomfort at the added stretch. Fingers digging into Kite's shoulders to ground yourself.

"You're doing so good. Just relax, okay? If it hurts you can scratch me. But you'll be fine." A kiss on your pulse from the silver haired Hunter.

You nodded, feeling Ging remove his fingers and something bigger poke at your entrance.

"Take a deep breath and count to three. I'll go as slow as you need. Promise." You were surprised by how sweet Ging was being.

Aww, he cared.

You did as he instructed. You took a deep breath. One. Two. Three-

"SHIT!" You tried to move forward to get away from the burning intrusion, but Kite's grip kept you in place. You didn't know if it hurt so badly because you'd never done anal before, or if Ging was just too big for you to handle.

Either way, you endured the pain as best you could. Nails unfortunately breaking through Kite's skin. A damn shame.

"You're taking me so well. Already halfway in. Just a little more and we can take care of you. Don't be stupid and force yourself if it's too much, kay?"

A jolt of pleasure at Ging's praise. Not enough to dull the pain of your hole being stretched, but it was a start.

The feeling of lips against your neck distracted you. Your grip relaxing slightly.

"Almost there. Let me give you a reward for being so good."

The calloused pads of fingers made their way back to your clit while tender lips made their way to your chest, hand and mouth messing with your perky buds.

The pain was mixing with pleasure in a way that left you breathless. Unable to identify if you liked the combination or not. You felt Ging bottom out at last. He kept still, hands having a steady grip on your hips.

"There we go. Wasn't too bad now, was it?"

You shook your head, body trying its best to get used to the new sensation of having your ass full.

"Told you you'd be fine. Now, are you ready for me?" Kite whispered softly to you.

"I'm ready." You figured this would be the easy part. It was something you'd done before. Something familiar. It wouldn't hurt.

At least that's what you had thought.

Kite rubbed his member against your entrance, gathering slick so he would slip in easily. He aligned himself properly and pushed in slowly. Wanting to savor the feeling of you wrapped around him. He was surprised to feel how tight you were.

He barely registered your nails digging into his shoulders again until he heard you sniffle. Looking up, he saw you fighting back tears.

Concern for your well-being filled both of them.

But it wasn't because you couldn't handle it. It was just-

"Why the fuck are you both so big!?!" You whined.

It might've not been the best thing to say while both of them were getting adjusted. Neither of them could control their body's response to your words. A harsh snap of the hips from Ging and a hard thrust from Kite at your admission.

"Shit, don't say things like that yet. We're gonna hurt you, dumbass." Ging lectured, trying his best to keep still inside you.

But the thought that they were the biggest you've ever had, was making it very hard.

"S'not my fault. Feels too full inside." Both of your holes wrapped snugly around their cocks.

Another involuntary thrust inside you.

"Just tell us when you're ready. Can't hold back if you keep talking." Kite groaned against your ear, having fully bottomed out.

Your body felt hot, unused to being filled so well. Core burning with need at the fact. You were in for a long night.

"Okay. Go."

You felt them pull out slightly, the sting from your ass slowly dissipating while the uncomfortable stretch to your cunt became pleasurable.

Both setting a slow pace to get you used to the feeling. Lengths dragging against your sensitive walls until it drove you crazy. You might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

"Faster, please." Your voice shaky with your request.

Hands around your hips tightened along with another set above them.

"I thought you'd never ask," Was Ging's cheeky response before ramming himself back in. The sudden harshness from his movements earning a gasp. The force making you crash into Kite's chest.

"Make sure to let us know if it's too much." Soft words before he righted you up and started slamming into you.

Immediately your eyes lulled up into your skull. Your cunt and ass taking them over and over. A loud squelching starting to fill the room. Grunts and groans sounding in your ears.

You couldn't help but throw your head back at a perfectly coordinated thrust from both. With your neck bared open, rough lips quickly attached themselves to the skin.

Your arms reached behind you to pull Ging closer, encouraging his assault against your neck. Crying out as he bit down on a sensitive spot.

You were vaguely aware of another set of lips trailing down to your chest. Eyes widening as a wet heat enveloped one of your nipples. Tongue lapping the sensitive bud before switching to the other.

You moved one of your arms back down and fisted silver locks, tugging Kite closer to your chest. The feeling of both mouths on you causing your holes to clench down.

It was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought. Your throat going sore from your cries. Your poor body caught in a tug of war between the two men. Arms wrapped tightly around your body to angle themselves better.

Cocks hitting you in all the right places even though their movements greatly differed.

Ging's were fast and erratic, like he was jackrabbiting into you. Kite's were deep and sensual, like he was savoring your warmth.

It was hard to tell which you liked more. The brutal pace inside your ass stretching you like no one else had. Or the loving one inside your pussy that opened you up nice and slowly.

It didn't matter either way. What mattered was the way both had you seeing stars behind your eyes at the unwavering pleasure.

Your head was turned sharply to the side. Rough lips covering yours with an eager tongue slipping past. A groan from the Ruins Hunter as your tongues danced together, the taste of liquor a friendly reminder of tonight's earlier events.

Your head was guided away from him and towards a softer pair of lips. Kissing you tenderly before licking your lips for entrance. You obeyed and whined as Kite's tongue swiped across the roof of your mouth, getting a proper taste of you.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

The sight had your body tensing up and clenching down as your orgasm approached. You felt a smirk against your shoulder before a husky voice filled your ears.

"You liked being fucked, huh? Like having your little ass pounded into? Like Kite's cock splitting you open? Gonna cum already? You're such a baby."

Heat flooded your belly at Ging's words. Grinding your hips back into him as the coil wound itself tighter. Then there was a gentler voice in your other ear. One that was less cruel but had a very similar effect.

"That's it. You're squeezing me so tight. You enjoying yourself? Feel nice fucking your best friends? Cuz it sure as hell feels nice fucking you."

Your head felt dizzy from the different tone in words. Both making your slick drip down in between your bodies. You just couldn't hold on anymore, the shafts pounding into your holes becoming too much.

"Cumming! Gonna make me cu-ahh!" You let out a scream at the feeling of fingers rubbing against your clit once again. And it would have been comical to see both fighting and swatting the other away to touch your sensitive nub.

Key word: would've.

But the added sensation only had your mind going blank. The coil snapping as you spasmed around Kite's cock and clenched down on Ging's. The pleasured little ripples letting them know you'd reached your high.

Neither of them stopped to let you catch your breath. Even as tears of overstimulation started to form. You were just so nice and tight around them. Your gooey walls discouraging them from pulling out.

Until Ging got the bright idea to change things up a bit. This position was a little awkward and you did just cum twice.

You were lifted and swiftly pulled off Kite's cock, much to his displeasure and confusion.

"Wh-? Hey!"

"We'll have more fun this way."

You were set down ass up and face in front of Kite's dick. If you were being honest, you didn't mind this new change of position. The only thing you missed was being filled up so perfectly by both men. But this would do just fine.

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An: A cliffhanger??? Yes, now all of you go to horny jail. I'll finish up part two later this week. I didn't expect it to be this long so the original warnings are gonna change around a bit.

[hellkitepriest]

ee @ rough trade nottingham

finally getting to my little roundup several days later, hello. i must say going to nottingham was a real Choice for @shallowtboy and i, because it is not actually that convenient and close like liverpool is, and i mostly justified it with “well i went there to see dutch uncles in december so it’d be rude not to”. but we woke up and got on our stupid early train regardless.

went to an art gallery beforehand, found a copy of mark fisher’s capitalist realism in the gift shop — alex niven first read capitalist realism in january 2010, following a “head-on collision with the music industry”, did you know. saw a very cute pin of kraftwerk-style cats and nearly cried also.

when we queued up outside the venue (venue! it was Just A Shop) there were a good few people there already and we were glad we got down there when we did. doors were meant to be at 12, but they ended up letting us in half an hour later for some reason, which meant by the time we got in we had descended into some cold-induced madness that manifested in us humming the mad stone and bobbing up and down oompa loompa-style to keep warm for just. SO long. this bit would not cease.

we got in, and we weren’t Right at the front but we were close enough, and there was no barrier aside from the flightcases dumped on the ground, and i had to prepare myself for being waaay too close to jonathan higgs. which i WAS. i believe it was albie on here who said that if you’re in the first two rows at any of these shows you will end up making eye contact with this man, and yeah, that only gets truer if he already sorta knows who you are. EMBARRASSING.

it was a good show — not as rowdy and sweaty as liverpool, but what can you expect from a show at midday on a weekday, really. they played teletype at this one(!!! it’s not on my Playlist for nothing), and pizza boy, and i had a bottle of pepsi in my bag and turned to shallowtboy and took a big swig of it at the right moment because really i come to these gigs to have my own incomprehensible kind of fun with my best friend, and it was Funny. only then in the next chorus jon sang “you are afraid / that you’re a pepsi boy” which i did not really register until After, when shallowtboy pointed it out, and i had to contend with the fact jonathan higgs may well have seen me drinking my pepsi (i was about six feet away from him, he probably did,) and decided to make a thing of it. good god. gender win 🤷‍♂️

after the show it was signing time and we all verrry slowly shuffled out into a sort of queue. i took a photo of alex’s pedalboard on the way out, and said “i don’t know why i’m doing this, it’s not as if i know what any of these do”, and their guitar tech (who i have been mentally referring to as Clayton for various reasons, but i believe is actually called joe) overheard and went “neither do i, hah” and then i started chatting to him about what a shame it was that alex didn’t bring his little modular setup on tour this time round, and he told me all about pete’s ableton routing, and it was VERY FUN thank you claytonjoe for engaging with me. pls don’t find out i’m a massive gear poser.

SPEAKING OF— actual signing time. my rubiks cube was in my bag and i was NOT going to leave without it being signed. i managed to somehow barely interact with jon (cursing myself forever that i did not get to ask about the pepsi incident) but they all seemed fairly unsurprised by being asked to sign a rubiks cube, and all wrote their signatures very neatly in one of the little squares, minus jeremy for some reason. and Then.

i was wearing this shirt with the names of two modular synth brands smushed together, based on ONE decade-old post from this one forum that i had decided was the funniest thing in the world, yet another incomprehensible bit i am doing with myself, really, only turns out it’s the modular synth brands alex robertshaw uses the most. it came up on that podcast he did the other day. it was a real “oh for fucks sake” moment. so i showed him my shirt, and told him as much, and i expected there to be QUESTIONS about why the hell this shirt would exist, but he just thought it was great. (jeremy also approved, and said he saw me wearing it in liverpool. i did not interact with jeremy in liverpool. i was not even standing NEAR jeremy in liverpool.) alex then asked if he could take a photo to send to the guy he did the podcast with. YEAH OKAY SURE WHY WOULDN’T THIS NONSENSE BE HAPPENING TO ME. but he didn’t have his phone with him, i guess?? so he had to borrow mike’s phone???? so there’s a picture of me on mike spearman’s phone, i guess. hope the synth podcast guy did see it in the end.

writing this all out really does make it sound about twenty times more bizarre than it felt at the time. i love this ridiculous weirdo band. /\

[jboofan]

It's in our DNA

3. I kinda need your help

Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.

He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.

"Fuck this."

Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.

**

It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.

"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.

"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"

"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."

"Oh. That."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.

"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."

"Any reason why?"

Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.

"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"

YN scoffed.

"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."

Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"

YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."

Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.

"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but studied in the States."

"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"

YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."

**

Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.

Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.

Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.

Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.

Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.

"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.

"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.

"I didn't realise it was so late."

"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."

"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."

So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.

"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.

He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.

This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.

They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.

Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.

It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.

Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.

What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.

He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.

After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.

But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.

**

After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.

He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.

Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.

“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."

YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.

"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."

She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.

When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.

"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.

YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.

"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.

"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."

Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

Now she was puzzled.

"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.

"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."

He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.

I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.

She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.

"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."

No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.

Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.

Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.

But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.

YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.

"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."

When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.

How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!

His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.

On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.

She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.

"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.

YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.

Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.

Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.

"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.

The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.

For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.

**

Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.

He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.

"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.

He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.

"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"

She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.

"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.

"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."

Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.

"When you back?"

"Another month."

"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."

"You mean that Italian restaurant?"

"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.

"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"

"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."

He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.

"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."

She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.

**

YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.

"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.

"What you doing here?"

"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"

"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.

"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"

YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.

Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."

YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.

"Oh, you did? My bad."

"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."

YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."

"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."

YN shook her head immediately walking off.

"I don't have time," she lied.

"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.

"I dunno Luna.."

"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."

**

YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.

He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"

YN tried not to melt.

"Sure, I'll see you soon."

YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.

"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.

YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.

She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.

Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.

An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.

"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."

No answer.

Then came a groan, which sounded odd.

Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.

She knocked again, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.

"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.

YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.

Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.

A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.

"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."

YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.

"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"

Eyes closed she hiccuped.

"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.

"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.

"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"

Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.

His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.

"Where you going?"

"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.

"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."

"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."

"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"

"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"

"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.

"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.

"A few, for the courage."

"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."

YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.

Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.

"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."

YN simply blinked.

"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year… {3}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part Three under the cut

Time travels differently around here as it seems to have actually stopped, but neither Adrian or his elf friend care, as you decide to drink as many bad coffees as you could to help sober up and just stay alert.

Several hours pass in a blur of noise and arguments from staff and patients, nothing new for you to see here but when you spot a familiar face moments later, you jump out of your seat in a hurry to rush after them because they might just be able to help you.

“Hey, Jason!” You call out to the last person that you actually wanted to see right now, seeing how he had just left you at the bar earlier.

“What are you doing here?” Questions Jason with what could only be described, as a very shocked look on his face.

“I’m here with a friend, I didn’t realise you were working tonight?” You explain with a smile on your face, whilst wondering when did things get so awkward.

“Well you would’ve known if you had paid any attention to me earlier and not just zoned out.” Jason retorts bitterly, because clearly now wasn’t the time to be asking him any favours but you persist.

“That was pretty fun, but Jason I need your help.” You begin in a low voice as you then continue “Could you see my friend real quick, I think he’s concussed but I want to know for certain.”

“You do know that you are qualified to assess people as well right?” Retorts Jason with a smug laugh and a scoff combined which makes a fucking ridiculous noise.

“Of course I do!” You snap angrily as you then start to explain “We’ve been drinking and I’m worried that I might miss something-“

“Did you meet another dude after me?!” Jason questions in disbelief whilst you shake your head in the negative.

“No! I know this guy from around we met up had a few drinks and then started dancing but then he fell onto a glass coffee table you get the idea.” You explain in one long and hurried breath, ending with a smile on your face for luck.

“Sounds like a pretty fucking messed up date to me.” Jason responds with a loud sigh as he then asks “So you want me to check out your friend real quick and then you will both leave?”

“Er, sure.” You nod in the affirmative which seems to please Jason even more.

“I know you don’t see me as anything other than a friend, but just know woman have been hounding me yet I wanted to chose you.” Jason states back on his bitter bullshit as he rewards you with a pretty pissed looking face.

“Well that’s not my fault, we were friends and you said let’s go out for a drink I didn’t realise it was a date!” You explain in an annoyed voice, because once again this whole conversation was going way off topic.

“You didn’t realise how I felt for you? After all this time and what, now you come to me begging for a favour!” Jason snaps angrily still clearly hung up on what had happened earlier.

“Just a small favour.” You explain with a smile hoping that it would help him decide your fate.

“Fine, fuck it! Where is your friend?” Jason questions waving his hand behind your head motioning towards the waiting area.

“Oh over there!” You turn and quickly point at Adrian, noticing both him and the elf were watching you both very carefully.

“The idiot dressed as an elf?!” Laughs Jason with another full on snort, which makes you roll your eyes back at him.

“No, the guy next to-“

“That guy?!” Jason announces loudly at the same time that you tell him, to lower his damn voice.

“What’s wrong with him? Also what happened to the elf guy-“

“It’s not him that you should be worried about.” Jason states with a nod as he takes a step closer, and starts talking quietly into your ear.

Adrian watches as you talk to the dude in the white lab coat, wondering if he was someone you knew and if so what was the connection, because he didn’t like how the guy was looking at you at all.

Disliking him on sight purely because he had taken you away from him, makes Adrian scoff to himself as he spots the elf guy grinning back, which only leaves him rewarding his new friend with a confused look.

“Don’t be too mad, your girl definitely isn’t into that guy over there so just play it cool.” Elf guy nods back in a low voice.

“I’m not mad-“

“Well your face says otherwise!” Laughs elf guy as he adds “It looks like you want to punch that dude right into next week!.”

“Does it-“

“Just tell your friend how you feel, because there is definitely something between you two I know it.” Elf guys states with a wide smile on his face.

“I don’t know dude, what if she laughs at me or worse doesn’t want to talk to me ever again!” Adrian practically shouts unaware that his elf friend, had suddenly walked off with who he was waiting for, leaving him ranting all by himself.

“I mean I couldn’t take the disappointment if she said no, we work together it would be a disaster I-“

“Are you ok?” You ask Adrian who was sitting by himself ranting loudly about what you were unsure.

“I’m just telling the elf guy-“ Adrian stops talking when he notices for the first time, that his talking buddy had left him sitting there alone.

“You did see him too right? The elf guy was real!” Adrian pleads for you to believe him whilst you arch an eyebrow at your teammate.

“How hard did you hit your head exactly?” You ask him worried all over again that he truly had a concussion.

“No, he was here he was real!” Adrian tells you with a wave of his hands as if to prove the point.

“Yeah, he was actually there but he left with his partner, the one who had an accident with a set of handcuffs.” You inform Adrian with a smirk when a wide smile creeps across his face.

“Sounds like my kind of party-“

“I’ve got someone to see you!” You begin with a smile cutting off Adrian explaining that “Jason will check you over he’s doing me a huge favour.”

“What does he get in return?” Adrian questions which makes you narrow your eyes back at him.

“Absolutely nothing, the guy owes me after being an asshole-“

“I’m gonna kick his ass!” Adrian yells standing up quickly from his seat, shoulders squared as he looked set to cause some damage.

“No! Just come with me and behave.” You tell Adrian in a firm voice, which he does after lowering his demeanour and giving you a firm nod.

Following behind you as you caught up with Jason at the reception desk, blatantly looking through the forms until he finds the right one, then with a nod in your direction he sets off back to his room.

Heading inside you hear Adrian close the door with a loud click, glancing back at him but he currently had an unreadable look on his face, which worried you but then spotting the fake smile on Jason’s face you pay attention to that instead.

“So what happened here then?” Jason asks Adrian who shrugs back at the doctor causing you to groan in annoyance.

“Like I’ve told you already, he just needs to be checked over after a heavy impact fall which I think has lead to a concussion.” You explain yet again, despite the fact that Jason wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.

“Someone bumped their head?” Chuckled Jason which makes Adrian clench a fist, but you hold up a hand to stop him from doing anything stupid.

“Behave-“ You begin in a super low voice.

“This guy is a douchebag!” Cuts in Adrian in his normal voice which is pretty loud.

“So, Adam?” Jason begins looking back up at Adrian as he asks “Do you have any blurred vision or headache right now?”

“No I don’t, because all I needed was a nap earlier on I’m fine really but the nurse here begged me to get looked at so here I am!” Adrian states with a grin aimed at a less impressed Jason.

“So you just do anything that she asks of you then Adam?” Jason questions blithely whilst you glare back at him.

“If you mean that I respect her and the choices she makes then sure!” Adrian shrugs nonchalantly whilst you felt your heart swell at your teammates words.

“Sure.” Jason states whilst pulling a face but he then continues asking Adrian questions about what had happened.

“Can you just give me some painkillers and then we can go?” Adrian asks once Jason has finished writing, something down on his clipboard, a horrible smirk appearing on his face.

“Got somewhere to be?” Jokes Jason as he steps closer to Adrian, ordering him to sit down so he can check out the supposed patient.

“I would rather be anywhere else than here right now.” Adrian snorts back making you nod back in agreement, especially seeing how Jason was acting like a real dick right now.

“Oh I bet you would, but I don’t think this nurse will be hooking up with you because she is a bit of a prick tease.” Jason states darkly whilst your eyes widen, and you cannot stop Adrian from jumping out of his seat.

“Take that back!” Adrian snaps whilst shoving Jason hard against the nearest wall, knocking a shelf filled with books which comes crashing down beside his boots but that was the least of his worries right now.

“You chose this creep over me?!” Jason retorts pushing Adrian away with a heavy shove, the pair of them glaring at one another both with angry looks on their faces.

“I didn’t chose anyone-“

“Well Adam, I hate to break it to you but there isn’t a chance in hell that you’ll be getting your dick wet tonight.” Jason states with a smug laugh, as he puts his clipboard back down onto his desk.

“You fuck-“ Adrian throws himself at Jason who wasn’t prepared, as they both fall down to the floor, your teammate punching Jason as you let him get a couple of shots in.

“Get off me or I’m calling the cops!” Jason cries out which stops Adrian, at the same time he is thrown off the doctor hitting the floor yet again.

“Let’s go!” You shout at Adrian who kicks Jason once more as you both run out of the room, back through the depressing waiting area then straight outside to catch your breathes.

“What an asshole-“

“Thank you for sticking up for me!” You announce suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by tonight, so you reach out for Adrian wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders, as you lean in for a hug.

“It’s ok.” Adrian replies quietly whilst placing an arm around your lower back, with each of you holding the other up, because neither of you wanted to break away first it seemed.

A horn is what makes you break apart, not for the first time this evening as you look up to see a cab stopping in front of you both, even more surprising when Adrian motions for you to get in after opening the door for you.

“Did you call-“

“Arranged it an hours ago, when I was talking to the Elf who we all saw in the waiting area.” Adrian cuts you off for clarity closely followed by a grin.

“You are so full of surprises Adrian.” You begin with a smile as you then add “Let’s go back to Peacemaker’s trailer.”

“What together? You still want to hang out with me after all this.” Adrian questions with an apprehensive look on his face.

“I can’t leave you alone remember, I need to make sure you’re safe.” You inform him with a laugh when you see Adrian’s smile, which was genuine and so damn cute.

“I definitely like the sound of that.” Adrian states with a chuckle, as the cab drives off into the night, anticipation still in the air between the two teammates.

For over an hour now Chris had been sitting here with Lita, enjoying it deeply when she had undressed in front of him, but now just wearing underwear she was refusing to go anywhere near him which was drastically ruining his mood.

Supposedly Lita had a surprise for him but it was after one in the morning, and Chris was getting pretty desperate enough to sneak to the bathroom even, and check the saved tabs on his phone with porn on the go what a great time to be alive.

A loud knock at the door has Chris hoping that it was for him, seeing the grin appear on Lita’s face as someone walks into the apartment, whilst he cannot believe his fucking eyes at what he was seeing right now…

“Let’s tag team!” Jonah shouts loudly dressed in a tight rubber Batman suit, complete with his peachy ass hanging out of said uniform.

“What the fuck-“

“Surprise!” Lita cuts him off excitedly as she rushes over to Jonah adding “It’s time for you to team up boys and make me see stars!”

“Wait, you want me to fuck you with Batman in on the action? I cannot stand that pretentious motherfucker!” Chris snaps clearly this was the line reached, hell it had been crossed hours ago yet here he was.

“Either join in or just watch then I don’t care!” Lita retorts swiftly but not without adding “This would’ve been way more fun if you had just worn your damn Peacemaker suit.”

Chris watches as Lita pulls Jonah slash Batman towards her, placing her hands on his ass whilst his tongue did the talking, despite all of this he couldn’t look away as he watched them getting down to business.

What the hell was he doing here?

This night had taken so many turns, Chris shouldn’t even be surprised it had landed here, watching as Batman slash Jonah went down on Lita his head buried deep between her thighs.

“It’s not too late to join us?” Gasps Lita as she catches Chris watching, this was one of her all time fantasies and she needed both of them to take part.

“Fuck it.” Chris declares getting up from his seat on the couch, he had been in worse situations than this so he knew exactly what to do…

Arriving back at the trailer you soon learn that Chris never locks the window in his bedroom, and that’s how you find yourself climbing back into his place, noticing the large messy bed which despite the silk sheets looked rather inviting right now.

“Is that how you get in here?” You ask Adrian in a teasing voice, which makes him grin back with a nod.

“Sure, Chris never closes his window’s properly and I’ve crashed in that bed a few times as well it’s very comfortable.” Adrian explains nonchalantly, whilst you reward him with an arched eyebrow.

“Having sleepovers?” You question with a laugh at the image appearing in your head, Adrian being the little spoon whilst him and Chris snuggle together.

“Something like that-“

“Oh shit, we still have to clean up this fucking mess!” You cut off Adrian following behind him, as you enter the living area at the other end of the trailer, noticing the Christmas tree still lit up and looking pretty good.

“I can fix that, but could you go and look for some food because I’m starving!” Adrian delegates whilst already walking away from you, to head back towards the bedroom clearly on a mission.

“Because of course a woman’s place is in the damn kitchen.” You mutter not for the first time tonight, but regardless you do as you are told and look for something to eat.

Seeing how your plan was to refuel and then you definitely needed sleep, despite the time there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were sleeping here, not trusting yourself after what had happened between you and Adrian previously.

Because back in the cab earlier sitting next to Adrian you had felt an urge, especially after the hug before the car had appeared and ruined whatever could’ve been, seeing how you had also fantasied several scenarios featuring your teammate all the way back here.

Even more surprising was that Adrian had been silent all the way back as well, usually you would have to physically place a hand over his mouth, but this usually yielded different responses none of which helped at all.

So to be sitting beside Adrian whilst he was clearly lost in his own thoughts, it was a once in a lifetime sight seeing his brows furrowed, chewing his bottom lip whilst you had resisted the need to kiss him again.

All these stupid fucking feelings that you held down deeply before were rising to the surface, the ones you had tried to ignore but had alway left you feeling frustrated, like right now because all you could find in the fridge was a large chicken salad in a blue plastic bowl.

“Honey, that looks delicious!” Adrian says suddenly standing close beside you, as you proceed to jump out of your skin.

“Someone’s jumpy!” Laughs Adrian nudging his arm against yours, causing heat to flush your skin, which was definitely becoming a problem that you didn’t need.

“Just grab some forks, did you sort out the coffee table?” You ask Adrian who nods as he quickly looks away with a sly grin on his face.

Returning to the couch and the scene of the crime, you are not entirely surprised to see a blanket covering the mess, but it isn’t just any blanket it’s the American flag one that had moments ago been on Chris’ bedroom wall.

“I think Peacemaker is gonna notice that.” You tell Adrian with a laugh, whilst he shrugs and takes a seat on the couch.

“That’s a problem for future Adrian, right now I just want some of that salad could we sprinkle a bunch chips in there?” Adrian asks you with a smile as you silently nod back at him.

With the TV off and the kitchen lights on low the tree illuminates the whole room, a soft glow which made you feel safe as you silently ate with Adrian, even noting for posterity how cute he looked whilst eating…fuck you needed to get a grip.

Blaming the awesome job that you had done on the trailer, making it look as Christmassy as fuck which in turn made it almost look sort of romantic, perhaps if you squinted because this was an open opportunity that you needed to make it count.

Seeing how you were now at the last chance saloon because you couldn’t be walking around, with all of these ridiculous feelings about your teammate, it was now or never because Chris would soon return to his trailer and completely ruin the moment between you two.

“I can’t believe you work with that asshole, the one that I had the absolute fucking misfortune of meeting.” Adrian states with an annoyed look on his face, breaking into the silence which makes you slowly glance in his direction.

“Thanks to you hopefully I can avoid him now and never have to see his face again.” You reply with a smile back at Adrian whose face softens as if on cue.

“Well if he does bother you again, then your friend Vigilante will have to pay the guy a little visit.” Adrian informs you darkly, whilst not quite meeting your eye at the same time.

“That’s not necessary-“

“Oh, but it definitely is! You deserve a lot better than that douche bag and I won’t let him near you again.” Adrian tells you whole heartedly, his green eyes staring directly at you, which sets off the butterflies in your stomach just hopefully not alien ones.

“Thanks Adrian that means a lot that I’ve got you on my side.” You tell him sweetly complete with a sincere smile, watching as the flickering lights reflect off his glasses.

“I’ve always been on your side.” Adrian explains with yet another friendly nudge, his shoulder brushing your bare one which makes you shudder involuntarily.

“Are you cold?” Adrian asks whilst quickly glancing around the living area for inspiration, until he finally decides that his arm is adequate enough sliding it slowly around your shoulders.

On cue you freeze up feeling his warm fingers brush against your arm soothingly, it’s then you find yourself enjoying the moment as you turn to face Adrian, with him looking cockily back in your direction.

“Feeling better?” Adrian asks in a low but concerned voice, making you nod back in the affirmative with a shy smile.

Adrian the guy who claims not to have any human emotions, but was pretty good at seeing right into your soul, unless he was able to observe people better now but you were always quite easy to read.

“How’s your head now?” You ask him whilst resisting the impulse to run your hands through his hair, feeling those unruly curls gliding through your fingers.

“Fine, how are your lips?” Adrian quips back with a wide smile, whilst his eyes shoot down to the aforementioned body part.

“Good, how is your thigh?” You question with a flirty giggle that unashamedly escapes from your lips.

“Healing nicely nurse, but it might need a little kiss for luck.” Adrian grins back from enjoying the delightful noise that you had made a little too much.

“Oh, but it’s a real shame I’m off duty right now.” You joke back glancing down at your teammates thighs, but instead something else gets your full attention making you open your mouth.

“That’s so unlucky, because I’ve got a big problem that might just need your help right now.” Adrian tells you in a deep voice, complete with an almost pained expression on his face.

“I can see-“

“Shit, I’m making this really fucking awkward aren’t I?” Begins Adrian cutting you off whilst at the same removing his arm and starts babbling that “Chris likes to tell me when I’m being awkward, and I feel that this is fast becoming one of those scenarios.”

“No, I was actually really enjoying the moment-“

“You were?!” Adrian cuts you off with an exasperated look as he exclaims “And now I’ve gone and ruined it I’m so stupid!”

“We can easily get back on track.” You begin whilst placing a hand on Adrian’s face, his eyes searching yours as you add “You’ve helped me out so much tonight I think I should return the favour.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Adrian, I want to!” You cut him off in frustration stating that “I definitely see me sucking your cock in my future.”

“Ugh that’s so hot!” Adrian shudders as you lean closer to him, taking this as your cue to make the first move, your lips hurriedly returning back to his just like long lost lovers.

Adrian’s tongue glides slowly across yours as you sigh back into his open mouth, letting the kiss intensify elicits a warm groan from yourself, causing your teammate to pull you onto his lap in one swift move his thick thighs making your legs spread wider apart.

“I can’t believe this is happening-“

“Believe it!” You announce hurriedly cutting Adrian off as you pull up your tank top, throwing it behind you as you spot the look on his face.

“Your tits are amazing-“

“Thanks for noticing!” You wink back then sigh when you feel Adrian’s hands, grip onto your waist pulling you closer onto his lap.

The erection that had made your mouth fall open earlier, brushing against your inner thigh causing Adrian to jerk his hips upwards, as you grind down into a seated position to hold him in place.

“You are going to be the death of me-“

“Now don’t get too excited.” You tell him in a cool voice, as he reopens his green eyes a playful glint in them as he licks his full bottom lip.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and fuck I’m pretty close to ruining it again!” Adrian sighs impatiently, at the same time that you smile widely at his admission.

“How long?” You question glancing directly at Adrian who looked like he was unable to focus.

“Too fucking long! What about you how many times have you thought about me?” Adrian replies with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Pretty often, especially when I hit a certain spot with one of my many toys-“

“Oh fuck, I’m dead!” Adrian cuts you off as he leans forward to kiss you hungrily, whilst your arms wrap around his neck and desperate hands enthusiastically tug at the back of his long sleeve top.

“Take this off real quick before you go!” You announce with a giggle, tugging harder on Adrian’s top at the same time that he moves away from your lips.

Together you make short work of removing his long sleeve, and within moments Adrian’s head re appears with glasses askew and curly hair stuck to his forehead, but it’s the smug grin on his face that makes you fully stare.

“Wow-“

“You’re seen me shirtless many times being a nurse and all, so why are you wearing your horny eyes?” Adrian questions with a chuckle, because no matter what you would say he clearly already knew the answer.

“Because not only do I get to touch you like this.” You begin placing a hand flat on his lower abdomen, you move closer to his right ear and explain “I can do this as well.”

Letting your hand slowly glide down over the delicious ripple of abs, the ones that you so desperately wanted to taste but for now, you just let your hand rest on top of the bulge in his pants feeling his cock pulse from your touch.

Adrian groans when you bite his cherry red ear lobe palming him until he jerks his hips upwards again, causing you to lean back spying a zip that would conveniently help move things along, glancing up to clock the look on your teammates face.

“I can’t do this on your lap.” You decide out loud putting an impromptu plan into motion.

“Hey, come back!” Adrian cuts you off when you move off him, but then seconds later you drop down onto your knees,large eyes glancing back up through your lashes.

“Now, where were we?” You ask Adrian placing both of your hands on his shoulders, whilst a wicked grin appearing on your face at the same time.

Pushing Adrian back on the couch with a wiggle of one of your fingers, you wanted nothing more right now than to have your way with him finally, all of your fantasies were moments from becoming a reality.

It’s then your lips finally met warm skin and you proceed to slowly lick and kiss your way down his chest, until you stop at his trail of dark hair below his belly button, the treasure trail that could quite possibly be leading you to somewhere magical.

“Enjoying your make out sesh with my abs?” Adrian questions complete with a smile and an arched eyebrow.

“I’ve only just started.” You pout back eyes fixed on Adrian’s, whilst your hands work their own magic, deftly pulling down his zip which makes him hitch his breath.

Looking down you free him from the confines of his pants, watching as his cock bounces free, causing you to lick your bottom lip whilst Adrian groans in desperation as you make your first move.

“Oh fuck!” Adrian cries out as you waste no time filling your mouth with his dick, opening it wide as you take as much as you can of him, like a viper about to leave a mark on their victim.

For someone who was accused of having a thimble sized cock, you feel your pussy throb around nothing as he stretches your lips wide, he was thick and you were ready to suck the guy dry.

Moving your head painfully slow as you devour him with your mouth, it makes a smile cross your lips when you feel his hands grip onto your head, arching his hips to help deepen the position whilst you look up with salty tears stinging your eyes.

Adrian already looked fucked what with his glasses bouncing on his nose, and him biting his bottom lip hungrily as his green eyes watched your every fucking move, so it was time to put on a little show for him because he was already leaking into your mouth.

Introducing a hand you hold his cock tightly then proceed to suck on his head, practically making out with it tongues and all, as you increased the speed of your hand with every pump causing Adrian to let a strew of curses fall form his lips.

“I’m gonna-“

You move your hand and gladly swallow as much of Adrian as you can once again, feeling his release warmly coat your throat as his cock bounced in your mouth, trying not to choke but you wanted to taste every last drop of him on your tongue.

“Am I in heaven?” Adrian questions eventually with a shocked, but also sated look on his face.

“No, but I’m glad you enjoyed it-“

“Enjoyed it? That’s all I’m going to think about now when I jerk off.” Adrian states with a grin which takes a turn for the sexy, when he leans forward and kisses you.

Clearly tasting himself as his tongue collides with yours, causing you to grip a hand onto the back of his hair, liquid pooling between your thighs whilst an electric bolt of anticipation rocks through your body.

“Get back up here.” Adrian demands in a deep voice as he takes your hand to quickly pull you up, as you sit on your knees on the couch removing your bra in one move.

Readjusting his glasses you watch Adrian as his eyes are laser focused on your breasts, even under his obsessive gaze you feel like a million dollars, until he dips his head to taste your pebbled nipple and all thoughts fail to exist after that.

Letting his mouth choose between your two breasts, Adrian playfully continues to explore you whilst you balance your hands on his broad shoulders, leaning into his touch like your whole existence depended on it.

“Now it’s my turn.” Adrian states ordering you to lean back on the other side of the couch, resting your back against the taped up arm all the while your teammate spreads your legs at the knees.

“Before you start I think there is something that you should know.” You begin solemnly trying to hide smirk, which was threatening to appear on your face.

“What?” Adrian questions looking away from your thighs when he hears the tone of your voice.

“It’s just that I’m a bit of a screamer-“

“Being vocal during sex is a huge turn on for me, so be as loud as you want babe.” Adrian cuts you off with a statement of his own and a wink which makes you roll your eyes back.

“Noted.” You reply back with a laugh revelling in the delicious fact, that you were so comfortable around Adrian that you could joke whilst half naked and fully aroused.

“So, how long will it take?” Adrian asks tapping your thigh, also signalling with his hand for you to lift your ass in the air which you do like a good girl.

Watching him as his eyes take in the sight of you pulling down your underwear, he let’s it sit half way down your thighs whilst he openly gulps, making you feel completely exposed and loving every second of it.

“How long will what take?” You ask quietly watching as Adrian continues to tug your last item of clothing off, delighting in the fact when you are naked by biting his bottom lip with excitement.

“Oh, just wondering how long before I will have you screaming out my name.” States Adrian on an exhale, the blacks of his eyes looked blown which made him look intense to say the least.

“Well what are you waiting-“

You are cut off not for the first time by Adrian’s lips he sure did love to kiss, but you are so caught up by his tongue chasing yours, it isn’t until he is practically on top of you that a sigh escapes from your open mouth.

Having pulled down his pants already while you had been adjusting your position on the couch, Adrian has one of his thighs pressed bare up against your leaking cunt a smug grin on his face, as he rocks his leg up and down very slowly.

“Fuck you are soaking wet!” Adrian announces with glee, placing a large hand on your right thigh gripping the soft skin hard, which has you opening your legs wider so he could see your wet lips.

“What are you waiting for?” You question with a loud scoff, sounding very much like a brat, because you needed Adrian to do something right now.

“So inpatient.” Adrian begins with a laugh then slowly dipping his head between your thighs he asks out loud “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to your centre.”

“Adrian, please-“

Applying barely enough pressure Adrian licks a faint almost imaginative line, down from the hood of your clit all the way to your asshole, which makes you gasp as he then moves his head again.

“Where is your clitoris again?” Adrian ask with glee whilst you reward him with a glare, but seconds later he has resumed his position and you feel his titillating mouth bruise exactly where you wanted it to.

Consuming your clit whole Adrian glides the top of his tongue, in ever decreasing circles over the pulse of your pussy, savouring the sweet taste as it leaks from your folds making him want to explore with his tongue deeper.

You cry out when two of his fingers spread you open, feeling your pussy muscles tighten as he fills you easily letting his digits glide in and out, causing you to gasp when his mouth decides to join in on the action.

“Finally you are putting that mouth to good use Adrian!” You practically scream as his fingers start to fuck you faster, obscenely wet noises make warm heat appear across your face.

Adrian is too busy to reply enjoying your hands pulling at his hair, whilst he was wishing that he could do this again already, only thing was that he desperately wanted to watch you come undone courtesy of his talented tongue.

Curling his fingers so they grazed your sweet spot with delicious precision, causing you to arch your back whilst your head was spinning, his mouth relentless in its quest to destroy you as your body is rendered helpless.

Muscles shuddering as Adrian performed his impressive dance with his tongue, whilst you feel your core tightening against the fluttering of pleasure that was building up, pretty soon you were about to free fall into oblivion the very idea makes you clench around his fingers.

Groaning in response Adrian speeds up his fingers as he continues to eat your pussy, almost as if this was his very last meal and he didn’t want to ever forget it, you choke out a breath gripping a hand into his hair as if it was your only lifeline.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close-“

“Come for me.” Adrian demands lifting his head momentarily, but then placing his mouth firmly over your clit which causes you to finally bloom.

Crying out loudly you continue to feel Adrian’s fingers pumping you, as he chases your orgasm which has your muscles spasming, whilst tears fall from your eyes as you try to remember how to breathe.

As the pleasure diminishes you have a wide smile on your face, carding a hand through Adrian’s hair as he continues to gentle coax you with his tongue, until he increases the pressure which has you reaching another high as you groan with pure delight.

“Okay, that’s enough Adrian.” You tell him pulling up his head by his hair, revealing a smug smile framed by puffy lips and those damn dimples.

“Must have more.” Adrian demands quietly but you shake your head causing him to sit up on his knees, whilst his thick cock is pointing in your direction waiting for you to take the lead again.

“I agree.” You nod with smile moving so you are back in your first position, straddling Adrian as he rewards you with wet kisses.

“Hey.” Adrian greets you with a boyish grin hurriedly readjusting his glasses, as you melt from the cute expression on his face.

“Hi.” You smirk back playfully.

“So, we are still doing this?” Adrian questions watching you carefully, whilst you nod back sincerely.

“I need to feel you-“

“Are you on anything? Otherwise I might have a condom in my utility belt.” Adrian cuts you off with an informative voice.

“On the pill, I’m good.” You begin with a nod of your head as you look down and continue “But I might not survive after sitting on your cock, dude you are truly hung!”

“Me, really?” Questions Adrian with a surprised look on his face.

“Sure thing! Now let’s see if you know how to use it properly.” You tease with a grin which makes Adrian scoff back in return, glancing back down at his thick cock that was more girth than length but you were impressed.

“You are going to be eating those words when-“

Adrian is suddenly incapable of speech when you rub your pussy lips against his cock, then without a second thought you start to sink down, feeling him fill you up so well the sweet burn a reminder of what was in store.

Sitting fully seated on Adrian now your eyes meet as he finally reopens his, feeling his cock throb against your muscles causes them to spasm in response, which makes the both of you groan in unison.

Adrian places his hands firmly on your hips then follows the curves downwards, gripping onto your ass cheeks as you take the hint and slowly start to bounce on his cock, seconds later he joins in on the pace which makes a laugh fall from your lips.

“I hope you aren’t laughing at me-“

“Course not! You are basically too good at this.” You cut off Adrian with a firm nod closely followed by as sigh as pleasure rebuilds inside once again.

“That’s true, but you get an honourable mention!” Adrian grins back as you roll your eyes back at him and he explains “But I’m enjoying this back and forth we have it’s refreshing to talk to someone whilst fucking them.”

“It really is.” You state back in a low yet sincere voice, wanting to remember this moment after you had finished being railed by an insatiable Adrian.

“Let’s change positions!” Adrian declares after a particularly deep thrust, which almost sends you off his lap but makes you laugh regardless.

“From behind-“

“Cowgirl but I get to see your ass!” Adrian cuts you off with a hopeful voice as he elaborates that “Just anything with that peachy ass please.”

“We need room-“

“By the Christmas tree then?” Adrian announces as you stand up from his cock, with him quickly following suit and moments later, you are both on the thin carpeted floor but somehow it’s romantic.

“Turn around.” Adrian demands as you quickly do as you’re told, cheekily bending down so your best feature is sticking up in the air.

Feeling one of Adrian’s hand placed flat on your lower back, you hear him move closer position in himself just so, then just before you give up on all hope he finally slides back in.

From this position his cock nudges the very spot that drives you crazy, as you meet each of his skilled thrusts with ease lost in the momentum, with heat rising over your body and that magnetic pulse of rocketing pleasure soon takes over.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good! I want you to touch your clit for me.” Adrian cries out with a jagged thrust clearly he was getting a close as you were.

Without saying a word you guide your right hand down between your thighs, rubbing two pads over the puckering bundle of nerves, making you shudder as Adrian increases his speed fucking into your pussy like his life depended on it.

Circling the clitoris with your fingers you start to feel the familiar sensation taking over, your body winding itself up tight moments before your core was due to erupt with euphoric pleasure, a gasp escaping from your mouth when it finally arrives.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight when you come!” Adrian cries out chasing his own end, as you feel his release dripping out from your already saturated pussy.

“I like to keep my muscles in check.” You joke back with a sigh, falling onto your back on the floor with a light thud.

“Both me and my cock thank you for your services!” Adrian declares with a grin as he leans over you, placing his hands just above your head.

“You nerd-“

“Call me what you want but I just know that you had a lot of fun!” Adrian smirks smugly knowing for a fact that you did, because his tongue ached a little because of it but he would gladly do it again.

“I really did.” You glance up to see Adrian smiling back, but then he leans in for a soft kiss the perfect end to a very bizarre night.

Right this second Chris couldn’t decide what was worse, either no sex at all or bad sex which unfortunately he had experienced tonight, with a Batman fanboy in tow no less shuddering at the memory of what had happened.

If it had just been him and Lita getting it on then Chris would’ve had a great time, when instead Jonah kept wanting to join in by constantly waving his cock in Peacemakers face, just to get him to suck it whilst his date had wanted them both to plow her in unison.

Under normal circumstances this would’ve been fun but the Batman suit was off putting, plus Jonah was an annoying asshole so demanding during sex, even Lita had enough in the end chucking them both out in favour of her shower head apparently.

It was just his fucking luck that tonight had ended this way, with Chris feeling more frustrated than before knowing that, not even his flashlight could cope with the kind of desperation that he currently felt right now.

Noticing that his trailer was still standing strong as he exits the cab, Chris knew that at first light he would go out shooting either alone or with Vigilante, because blowing shit up was cool and also very distracting.

So much for tonight improving his mood though not to mention his libido, knowing that if he saw Harcourt he wouldn’t be able to cope, sure Chris was sounding pathetic but he took solace in the fact that he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Jonah was.

Grabbing his key from his pants pocket Chris walks into a silent trailer, noticing that the lights were on in the kitchen and he had a counter filled with empty beer bottles, surely he hadn’t drunk that many before he left earlier.

“Is anyone still here?” Chris asks out loud swearing that he heard a noise, but he is distracted by the mess on the floor a neat pile of his porn magazines.

“Adrian, I hope that you aren’t jerking off somewhere!” Chris chuckles then pulls a face as he steps over his collection of porno’s, some of which were valuable in knowledge and good old fashioned pleasure.

With his pet Eagle away and Chris left alone he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but something catches his eye as he gets closer to the living area, a large tree smothered in gold tinsel glowing softly against the yellow lights.

“Why are the lights even off?” Chris mutters out loud in annoyance.

“It’s romantic dude!” Declares Adrian nonchalantly but then flinches when you pinch him on the arm.

Switching on the lights causes Adrian to curse loudly whilst you place a hand over your eyes, the pair of you still on the floor now wrapped in the American flag blanket, both still naked and cuddled together on this cold December night.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Chris shouts in an angry voice causing you to finally open your eyes again.

“We can explain-“

“Also what the hell happened to my coffee table? Please tell me that it wasn’t a sex thing.” Chris cuts off an imploring Adrian with a grimace on his face.

“No it-“

“Yes, it was a sex thing!” Adrian exclaims over you with a firm nod of his head, curls bouncing from the motion whilst you tut back at him.

“What did I say about not destroying my trailer dude!” Chris sighs weakly because he was well and truly done, with both this evening and all the shit it had entailed.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Adrian questions whilst leaning up on one of his elbows, exposing his bare chest in the process but he fails to even notice this.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris states darkly hoping that would finally be the end of it.

“That bad a night huh.” You retort back with a smirk, because Peacemaker liked to be overdramatic at times.

“What about you guys?” Chris motions with his hand from Adrian to the nurse, both lying under his well loved blanket, the one that had until now been tacked to his bedroom wall.

“Oh, we had sex!” Adrian states with a confident laugh.

“Both of you naked under a blanket was kind of a giveaway.” Chris retorts with a small grin, because at least someone had some fun tonight just sucked that it hadn’t been him.

“I’m so embarrassed-“

“You do look cute when you blush!” Chris announces to you with a laugh, noticing the red on your cheeks, and also the way that you kept covering yourself back under the blanket.

“Doesn’t she!” Adrian declares warmly, whilst keeping his arm around your waist for protection.

“Fuck it, I’m going!” You retort sitting up quickly, whilst so trying to protect your modesty.

“Wait you need to get dressed!” Adrian reminds you, whilst you just roll your eyes back at him with a grin.

“Well I hope you two didn’t do it all over my trailer, cos if you did then I’m gonna have to burn the whole place down.” Chris deadpans with a ragged laugh.

“Just under the tree, because it is almost Christmas after all..” Adrian states adding a wink for luck in your direction.

“Fine, I’m going to pass out so you guys can stay on the couch, but if I hear you two at it again I will chuck you out.” Chris demands in a tired voice, which makes his threat seem less menacing.

“I can gag him-“

“Adrian is pretty loud in the sack.” Chris comments with a nod, because he had firsthand experience on the matter.

“How do you know that?!” You question with a snort, surprised because Chris was actually right for once.

“Funny story-“

“Not really three AM funny Adrian.” Chris reprimands him, whilst shaking his head at the mess that once was his coffee table.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Adrian sulks back pouting his bottom lip, which makes him look super cute.

“Someone’s horny so either come join me in bed and I can show you, or just stay on the floor.” Chris demands in a challenging voice.

“Who are you talking to-“

“Both or neither I don’t care, let me give you your Christmas present.” Chris cuts Adrian off with a cheeky smile.

“If it’s a dick in a box then that’s a big negative.” You announce flippantly making Adrian look back in your direction.

“Thats a good SNL sketch-“

“Last chance guys!” Chris shouts as he leaves the living area to head to his room on a mission.

“What do you say?” Adrian questions indulgently.

“I say-“

“Let’s do this?” Adrian questions whilst cutting you off in a very excited voice.

“Let’s-“

“Get this party started, happy almost holidays and a merry ménage et trois everyone!” Chris shouts loudly, reappearing suddenly in just his underwear muscles and everything on show.

“Who is he talking to?” You ask looking around the living area in confusion, whilst trying not to look back at Peacemaker.

“I have no idea but I think we should definitely go join him.” Adrian shrugs with a smile, already moving the blanket away as he goes to stand.

“What will happen-“

“Hey wait! Did Chris try and break the fourth wall just then?” Adrian cuts you off thinking back to a few moments ago and what Chris had said to them.

“I think that’s just a marvel thing.” You reply with an indulgent shrug.

“What’s marvel?” Adrian asks with a wrinkled nose.

“Never mind .” You inform Adrian with a silly grin.

“So what’s the answer-“

“Think you could do that thing again with your tongue?” You ask Adrian with a cheeky smile.

“It would be my pleasure…”

[winterrain-11]

Drinking on a Sunday Afternoon

Inspired by a comic by @hollisartsblog

Crowley was — as he was most Sunday nights — piss drunk. He thought it a harmless way to spite the Almighty in a way that wouldn’t earn him accolades in hell. Plus, he got to be inebriated, which was always a fun time along with letting him feel a bit more human.

Aziraphale occasionally joined him — not in the blasphemy aspect, but in the inconsequential indulgence. Plus, Sundays were their date nights (they had finally started calling them dates recently, after around 80 years of having weekly fine-dining excursions, it was impossible NOT to see them as dates) and they usually started lightly drinking at dinner either way. Sooner or later, a bottle of shared Pinot Noir turned into two, then an added whiskey back at the bookshop, then a few weeks later two whiskeys and so it continued.

This particular night, the pair had drank several glasses of sherry at a local Italian restaurant a few blocks from A.Z. Fell & Co on their recent spout of acquainting themselves with the local businesses. (this was all the Angel’s idea of course, but it brought a smile to Aziraphale’s face and that was all it needed to do to drag Crowley along). After a few hours of banter and a few spilled glasses, they were properly tipsy. The two stumbled along the dimly lit Soho sidewalk, leaning on one another and laughing at long forgotten jokes, hands intertwined with one another.

Back at the bookshop, Crowley immediately sauntered towards the liquor cabinet, pulling out a still-sealed bottle of a dark bourbon like one would pull a rabbit out from a hat. Aziraphale let out a noise that could only be described as a groan of hesitant enthusiasm, slouching back further onto the old leather couch he had made his way onto.

“Eh?” Crowley did a drunken little jig, the contents of the bottle sloshing around as he attempted to gain the Angel’s approval, “Wha’d'ya say, Angel?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale sighed, a slight smile forming on his lips, “I don’t see why not. Give ‘er here, dear boy.”

The Angel conjured two whiskey glasses with the wave of a hand, taking the bottle from the Demon, who had thrown himself onto the couch next to Aziraphale, legs swinging up and over the arm of it and his own arm draped around his Angel. He poured them both a glass, Crowley prompting a silent toast as he raised his glass with a smirk before downing the liquor along with Aziraphale.

One glass turned to two, then three, and halfway through this third glass is where Aziraphale stopped. Crowley continued on, the Angel – though satisfied himself – not wanting to snuff his Demon’s fun.

~~

A few hours later, Aziraphale was slouched further down the couch, still sweating from the alcohol, feeling heavy and slow within his inebriation. Crowley, however, was currently trying not to spill his fifth glass and failing at being coherent.

“C’mon, y’know, the… the thing!” Crowley slurred, elbowing Aziraphale, “”s the bugger’s name? The fucking – the thing!”

Aziraphale, having not a single clue what ‘the thing’ could be, moved the Demon’s hand from his shoulder, “Dear, I think you should sober up a bit.”

“Nah,” Crowley pulled Aziraphale close into a side hug, the Angel’s shoulders scrunching up to his ears as he was shaken like a sickly, extremely intoxicated maraca, “Nah, ‘aving fun here with you.”

Aziraphale cracked an uncomfortable smile, “That’s very kind, dear. But no more to drink for you. Shall we possibly call it a night?”

“Agh, Angel, the fun was just beginning!” the Demon hissed, moving his hand to graze Aziraphale’s jaw with this thumb.

Aziraphale raised his brow, confused but intrigued by the gesture. Before he could respond, Crowley began again, “You’re dashing, you know that? Always loved that bow tie of yours. Compliments your eyes.”

Aziraphale scoffed, lazily shooing the Demon with his hand and he turned to hide his blush, “Oh hush, you old serpent. When did you become a sentimental drunk?”

“Dunno, but ‘s true! You’re a strapping young laddie if I’ve ever seen one,” the Demon drunkenly lifted himself off of the couch, “A fine man worthy of a courtship I reckon,” he lazily bowed, leaning to grab Aziraphale’s hand, “I have a modest dowry of ten chickens and a three-legged goat if you’ll have me.”

Aziraphale chuckled, pulling himself up from the couch, grabbing Crowley’s other hand and pulling them both face to face, “Oh, what a deal. I’ll have to consider it.”

“Oh, whatever shall I do to win your affections?” Crowley dipped, hand to his forehead in a sarcastic sigh.

“Well, certainly not prance around a drunken fool,” the Angel teased, steadying his Demon, “Perhaps sober up a bit and I’ll be more inclined.”

Crowley pulled Aziraphale closer by his hips, his expression suddenly softened and he kissed Aziraphale on the nose softly. The Demon smiled brightly as he pulled away, looking deep into the eyes of the blushing Angel.

“Always loved that smile.”

Aziraphale pulled them both back down on the couch, mumbling some embarrassed slurry in an attempt to dodge compliments, “Crowley, you’re drunk. Now hush.”

“Don’t matter if I’m sloshed or not, still love your smile, aye?” Crowley leaned further onto the Angel, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders, their noses touching together, “Love ‘lot ‘bout you, Angel.”

The Demon ran his hands down Aziraphale’s back slowly, rubbing his nose on Aziraphale’s, “Quite the beauty, my Angel.”

“Dear boy–”

Crowley pulled himself closer to the Angel, burying his face in Aziraphale’s neck and kissing it slightly, speaking some other drunken complement into his skin, muffed beyond comprehension.

“Crowley, this is hardly—“

“Cmon Angel, it’ll be great fun,” the Demon purred, not with bad intentions, but in a drunken conviction. Crowley pushed himself on top of Aziraphale, pinning the Angel softly to the couch. Crowley moved his hands down the Angel’s torso, running his fingers down the seam of his waistcoat and lingering at his hips. Aziraphale sucked in hard, trying to apply his better judgment and not enjoy this too much. Crowley slowly made his fingers underneath Aziraphale’s shirt, running his fingers up his torso. Aziraphale shuttered, moving the Demon’s hands away, no matter how much he enjoyed the touch.

“Crowley, plea—“

Before the angle could finish, Crowley cupped his hands around the Angel’s face, pulling himself into a kiss. The kiss was sloppy – but not a bad kiss by any means. Their lips didn’t fit together quite right, and Crowley hadn’t planned on opening his mouth this wide or leaning as far into Aziraphale as he did, but in terms of a first kiss, it was far from the worst one that they could have had. Unfortunately in terms of length, it was short-lived, as Aziraphale pushed Crowley off of him quickly.

“That’s quite enough,” the Angel snapped, “Sober up.” He was demanding, and also redder than he imagined he had ever been, “Now.”

“Oh, Oh no,” Crowley sent a shake down his body, the alcohol absolving from his bloodstream, “Angel, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you didn’t — Gah, I’m an idiot.”

Aziraphale furrowed his brow, “It’s fine — it’s just—“ he exhaled sharply, “I don’t want either of us to get the wrong idea.”

“How do you mean?” Crowley asked, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

“I mean that, oh, I don’t want to … let myself get too comfortable, I suppose. Letting myself believe that you desire me when it’s just the alcohol making you want me.”

Aziraphale had gained a lot from humanity, little quirks, stresses, loves — but unfortunately he had also gained insecurities, especially as someone in a body that was fatter than many others around him. He saw the way that humans looked at him versus how they looked at Crowley — with disdain rather than lust. Even the other Angels pointed it out once in a millennia. His size used to be part of the aristocracy, but even throughout the eighteenth century he was never desired as such.

“What?” Crowley exclaimed, nearly stifling a laugh, “Angel, what on Earth are you going on about?”

The Angel tilted his head in confusion, Crowley taking his hands into his own.

“Where did you ever get the idea that I wasn’t attracted to you? Angel, you’re a catch if I’ve ever seen one, I’ll tell you that.”

“I hardly believe that,” Aziraphale twiddled his thumbs in embarrassment, “I mean, come on my dear boy, just look at me.”

The Angel gestured towards his own body, shirt still untucked, hair still unkempt, but face in a depressing grimace unlike Crowley has ever seen.

“Angel, I’m lookin’ at you right now. Have been for the past six thousand years, in fact — and you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Aziraphale paused for a moment, unsure of what to say, then exhaled, “Why now? Why only when we’re drunk?” he pleaded, stepping back closer to the Demon.

Crowley bit his lip, trying to figure out exactly how to put this without sounding like the imbecile he assumed himself to be.

“I just — I hadn’t got the nerve,” the Demon admitted, “I mean, you wonder how a Demon could love an Angel, but how could an Angel, especially one as bloody fantastic and heavenly as you, love a Demon? I supposed over the last few decades it became more, well, apparent that we were more than just friends but …” he began to trail off, regretting miracaling all of the alcohol out of his bloodstream. He cursed himself for even having the thought right after. That was exactly that problem, wasn’t it? He needed the alcohol to open up. He always had.

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘go on’.

“I guess it just goes to say that I was scared. Scared of what you’d say, what you’d do, what you’d hate me for. The booze just lets it come out a bit easier, I suppose. Liquid courage.”

“So… it’s not that you don’t want to,” Aziraphale started, “It’s that you did want to. And you were worried about my well-being?”

Crowley shrugged, not wanting to admit his lack of courage out loud, but wanting to affirm the Angel.

Aziraphale chuckled, “We really are quite dense, aren’t we?”

“I’d rather say so,” the Demon pulled Aziraphale in closer, placing his hands on the already loosened buttons of his waistcoat, “I’ll say it again Angel, you really are beautiful, inside and out. Especially on the outside at the moment. Messy hair kind of does it for me.”

“Oh shut it, you old serpent ,” Aziraphale chuckled, pulling himself in closer to the Demon, “You’d think after six thousand years we’d learn to better communicate.”

Crowley exhaled, raising his brows as if to say ‘if only’. The Demon rested his chin upon the Angel’s shoulder, giving him a doe-eyed (or rather snake-eyed) muted smile.

Aziraphale placed his forehead against Crowley’s, softly reaching for his jawline, “Assume you’d like another glass before we continue?”

“Nah,” Crowley purred, planting a quick kiss on the Angel’s forehead, “I think I can muster up some of my own courage tonight.”

[hirik0]

You always meet twice part 5

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Ghost/Soap

Ghost wakes up first, after the longest sleep he had in months, years if high on pain meds in medical dosent count. Its warm, really warm and it can't be the sun because its cloudy. He looks at Soap and nearly pushes the Scot out of bed. If it would be possible. Soaps limbs sling around him like a fucking octopus, ironically on the tv is a octopus or sea animal documentary running. He try to remove one of Soaps arm from him what only leads the scot to cling more on to Ghost. "Fucking hell, Johnny", Ghost complains under his breath, really inconvenient. Soap moves in his sleep and Ghost thinks he's moving away from him but it's the opposite. Soap basicly rolls on to him their legs so intwinded that Ghost has no i dea how rto even untangle them. He should never have given Soap special treatment in the first place. And still the cold in his bones is gone melted away by the clingy scot. With no other choice but to stay in bed Ghost watches the TV seeing how the octopus is using a coconut as a mobile hide, atleast he will not get bored till Soap wakes up. Nobody has to know he is not waking Soap up to kick him finally out. He's in trouble and Soap will still get special treatment.

Soap wakes up 2 hours later to someone talking. He's memories are fuzzy, his head arching, hungover as fuck. He trys to figure out what happend after his 6th drink. He remebers a taxi ride back to the hotel with Gaz, Price and Laswell. He rembers Price making sure he gets into his room. After this thinks are still fuzzy. "Yes, of course, will be ready by then", the voice says then humming a few times. The person must be on a phone call. He burrys his face more in to the pillow , a very firm pillow that is moving? His brain is slowly putting one and one together. A person on a phone call, his 'pillow' moving he must be with someone else in his hotel room. "Soap you're awake?", the voice, the very familiar voice is asking him. Ghost, he's in the same bed with Ghost oh fuck what did drunk Soap do and think. Probably something really dumb. "Aye", he says not wanting to move. "Our plane goes in 3 hour, we meet in the lobby in 40", Ghost simply informs him, as if Soap being in bed with him is normal. He was likely on the phone with Price Soap puts things together. Soap makes incoherent noice of protest, to much rest sleep in his brain to move, trying to get the moment as long as he can. He dont want to leave bed yet, likes beeing so close to Ghost. "C'mon Sergeant you need to get ready", Ghost says a lot firmer, while he trys to shove Soap off of him. "Is that an order Lt?", Soap ask sleepy, clinging more to the taller man. He hears Ghost huff amused. "It can become one. You have your key card?", Ghost ask and Soap is making a confused sound why did he need his key card in his room? Some pieces of yesterday return to him. Hes standing in front of Ghost door. Oh fucking hell, what did he do? He rolls of Ghost, strugels a bit to get his legs free, thanks fuck he's still fully dressed and drunk Soap did not forget the key card. "35 minutes you better hurry up." "Did we? Ehh..." god he cant even ask, but he needs to now, he wants to know what they did yesterday. "We just watched TV, till you fall asleep right after you reassured me that you're not about to fall asleep a few." Well if thats the worst he did, Soap can live with it. "Ah, sorry for ehh.. I should go for a quick shower...", Soap stammers before rolling out of bed like a walrus of a ice floe. "See you in 30 Sergeant.", Ghost just says getting out of bed himself. When he walks out Ghost room he runs straight in to Gaz. "Having a walk of shame?", Gaz snikers amsued. "Ah shut up Gaz", Soap hisses, his cheeks burning hot is not helping. With out looking any further at Gaz he is disappearing in his room. He looks at his own phone having several missed calls and giving Price a life signal before he rushes in to he bathroom for a much needed shower. He somehow gets ready in record time and of course he mets Gaz in the elevator again. He's sure Gaz waited for him to ask more questions. "So?", Gaz ask clearly referring to earlier. "Could not sleep watched TV with the Lt." Gaz looks at him as if he trys to fool him. "You watched TV with Ghost?" "Yes." Gaz is squinting his eyes unsure if he believes Soap or not. "God Gaz, as if Ghost would do something like this to risk his career", Soap hisses when they step out in the lobby seeing Ghost and Price talk. "Sergeants", Price greats them look lingering a bit longer in Soap Ghost just nods shortly before ignoring them. Does Price know? Did Ghost tell him? Shit it's not like anything happened besides him clinging to Ghost like a koala to a tree and then used Ghost as his personal pillow. God he really did something. And Ghost didn't even wore his mask and he didn't got a good second look. Oh shit no he will not under any circumstances fall for his embarrassing teenage crush again. No, he's an adult now, he is just admiring Ghost skill and not having his 17 years old dream come true, he's his CO now anyway so he's of limits not to forget according to Tommy Ghost is not even in to guys. So no need to get some teenager hopes up, he probably also should apologise to Ghost later.

Ghost is the first in the lobby waiting for the others, Price is the first one to come down. "Ghost, you now why I couldn't reach Soap but he still knew he had 30 minutes to get ready?", Price ask him suspiciously. "He couldn't sleep, we watched TV", Ghost tells the truth clipped. Price raises a eyebrow. "Well I'm pretty sure that I made sure that Soap ended up in his OWN room", Price conters agitated. "Yeah and he very drunk called me and said he's in front of my door." "And you let him in your room?", Price ask suprised. "What's that really about Price?", Ghost ask hating this tip toeing around the topic. "Heared Gaz ask Soap if he has his walk of shame." Ghost is glad is mask because his face is dropping in utter shock. "So nothing happened?", Price ask stern needig the conformation for his own piece of mind and because it would mean no paper work. "What the fuck Price, you know i would never especially when someone is as drunk as Soap was. And never with a subordinate", Ghost hisses having trouble to keep his voice down now in his anger. "It's not about you it's about how Soap looked at your face when you revealed it", Price hisses clearly getting pissed by Ghost attitude. "Soap and I meet before Al Mazrah. He was friends with Tommy when I just enlisted", Ghost explains equally pissed hating he has to reveal part of his past. Price eyes widen in suprise of this answer. "I oh, does he know?", Price ask referring to the death of his family. "No. Told him we don't talk anymore.", Ghost answers making Price look at him as if he had two heads now. "Thats defently a way to say Tommy died", Price sighs shaking his head. "Could not tell him that on the flight here. Could I?", Ghost hisses angry. "You should tell him, Soap will probably look it up when we are back at home base." "Was that all Captain?", Ghost ask hopeing their talk is over. Soap and Gaz are leaving the elevator getting closer. "The rest can wait till we are back." Ghost hate how this sounds but stays silent as the Sergeants are closing in. He has the feeling he gets a alcohol and cigare therapy sasion with Price as soon as they touch britisch soil.

Soap sits next to Gaz in the flight back. Needing all his metal energy to just look at the wall in front of him. Ghost sits in a dark spot in the plane only his silhouette to see. Soap also feels how Price is looking at him from time to time. Did he fuck up, with ending up in Ghost room? According to Ghost nothing happend and he also didn't feel any arches that would make him think other wise. It's not like Price can see through walls and saw them cuddel. So maybe he didn't fuck up, to bad. Gaz gives him meaningful glances from time to time and its annoying but he dont want to talk about it in a fucking plane, because he is probably about to lose his shit. Jesus fucking Christ it can't be that bad now can it? Why ate they all looking him, its drives him nuts. They dont thing that, he tryed to get in Ghost pants right? They are not wrong, but he cant be that obvious. Right? right! "You good Soap?", Gaz asks him. "Yes", Soap lies, nothing is good. He has a crush on his coamding officer and everyone fucking knows. "Don't worry about it, Price does not look like hes ready to rip you a new one." "Thanks Gaz." "Sorry for putting you in this postion, Price overheared me asking you about your walk of shame." "It was not a walk of shame." Gaz gets a bit closer wispering in Soaps ear: "Sorry i assumed, but you look at Ghost face all doe eyed in the safe house." "I meet Ghost when he was still Simon Riley. Did thought i would see the big brother of a friend in fucking Las Almas", Soap hisses their talk catching the attention from Ghost. "What, spill", Gaz says very intressted. "Meet at a illegal rave." "Are you trying to fuel me? Cant imagin Ghost at a fuckign rave", Gaz says in disbelief, he really trys to imagin a younger ghost at a rave. He even imagin him with his stupid skull mask, it feels wrong, broding Ghost at a colorfull rave waving glow sticks and dancing. "Was not his scene back then either, but he he was there with his brother." Soap explains with out getting in anymore details. Unknow to them Ghost is silently aproaching them to put a stop to waht ever Soap is sharing. "I think you broke my brain Soap. Cant even imagin Ghost in a normal club, let alone a rave", Gaz hisses. "I never saw him dance, cant imagin him enjoying being on the dancefloor." "You two finish gossiping?", Ghost asks them not liking Soap talking about his past, making the Sergeants flinch and knock their heads together. "Yes", they answer in unison and Ghost walks back in the shadows.

[wellthebardsdead]

A follow up to a rough start

———

Vivienne: *limping down the hill from the cave after escaping Helgen with Hadvar & Ralof, managing to charm both men into behaving themselves* it looks like they’re gone for go-Oh wh-what are you-

Ralof: *gently scoops him up carrying him with ease* you got pretty hurt taking down that bastard aiming for my head.

Vivienne: *wraps his arms around his neck* I’m not the fighting type but, I had to do something…

Ralof: heh, well I’m glad you did.

Hadvar: *feeling unusually jealous watching his ex carry the dunmer* Um, Vivienne was it?

Vivienne: yes, you can call me vivi if it’s easier.

Hadvar: I- r-right. You um. You’re a very interesting looking elf Vivi but- can I ask what’s up with that thing around your neck? Usually the guards remove any valuables.

Vivienne: I wish they did, it’s welded in place… it’s a collar I wore as a mark of debt slavery.

Ralof: what?!

Vivienne: I was drinking at a tavern one evening. The woman who bought me was there too with her security… she thought I looked good for business. I paid my tab in full but she must have been in good with the owner. The next thing I knew I had a ‘debt’ of over 10’000 gold and she ‘paid for it’ to ‘save me’ from jail. On paper it looked like I was serving my sentence by doing labour for her… only her labour often involved me on my hands and knees with someone baring down on me.

Hadvar: by the 8-

Ralof: 9. That’s terrible my friend… *gently wipes a bit of soot from his face* No matter, you’re free now. My sister owns the mill in riverwood, she’ll help you out-

Hadvar: And, my uncle owns the black smiths. I’m sure we can get that horrible thing off your neck.

Vivienne: *smiles* thank you…

Ralof: …

Hadvar: …

Vivienne: …Did you two fuck at some point why is everything so tense?

Hadvar: I?!?!

Ralof: *cackles and walks ahead with the dunmer*

*that afternoon*

Vivienne: *sitting on his knees by the forge looking surprisingly calm as Alvor wedges a very sharp pair of cutters against his skin and around the metal band while Hadvar gently holds his hair out of the way so his uncle can see*

Alvor: Okay lad, slow breaths now this should do it- *slowly squeezes making the band tighten once again against his neck before finally breaking under the tension setting him free at last* done. *picks up the two pieces of metal*

Vivienne: *lets out a deep breath and sighs feeling tears prick his eyes* I’m… I’m free…

Hadvar: *lets him go and steps back* aye- *looks at the bruising around his neck from the band, indents in his skin showing it was lined with dull spikes on the inside of the band* That cruel thing is gone for good friend…

Vivienne: *stands up and sighs* I don’t know how I can repay yo-

Alvor: *suddenly hands him a bag of gold in exchange for the silver from the collar* Well how about you two go buy yourselves a drink at the tavern for starters. *pats them both on the shoulders and gets back to work*

Vivienne: *smiles and hands Hadvar the gold* I’ll, join you there later, I think I’ll go for a walk first…

Hadvar: Walk now as a free man. *smiles* I’ll save a pint for you~ *winks and walks past him*

Vivienne: don’t have too much fun without me~ I think Ralof is already a few drinks ahead of you though~ *walks past him and out of the village gates back towards the guardian stones, walking for the first time in so long as a free person*

*a few hours later*

Vivienne: *walking under the starry sky, ready to head back to riverwood when he spots a light from atop a small hill* hm? *walks up there curiously, stopping in his tracks as he sees several dead bodies and a thalmor justiciar seated beneath a shrine of talos in shock* oh??

Taliesin: *looks up and screams seeing only the pale grey half of the dunmer in the shadow of the moonless night* WHAT THE F-