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solarwonux · 3 years

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10. I still remember the way you taste.

yoongi x f!reader

w.c: 3.8k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY SUE ME)

warnings: smut, semi unprotected sex, make up sex, some angst. Briefly edited.

note: lol i think I forgot how to write smut but anyway, hi, um, yes I got carried away lmao. But yeah let me know your thoughts. Send me a drabble prompt hehe. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.

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“I still remember the way you taste.” Yoongi’s knee is wedged in between your thighs as he attacks your neck in desperate open-mouthed kisses. “Yoongi, f-fuck, s-stop.” You say in between pants, placing your hands against his chest in an attempt to create some sort of space between the two of you.

Yoongi smirks against your skin and lifts his head, eyeing you down, pushing his hips further into yours, showing you how much he needed you. “I’ve been holding back from you all weekend. The guys even have a bet going on to see how long I can keep my distance from you.” His hand travels down the side of your body, bunching your silk dress up to your thighs. “Safe to say Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin have lost.”

You roll your eyes. “God, don’t talk about them right now.” You run a finger down his clothed chest, stopping above the first button of his vest. “At least not when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of your best friend’s wedding reception” You pop the first button, earning an enticing low groan from your ex-boyfriend.

“Hey!” He exclaims flicking your forehead lightly, “he’s your best friend too.”

“Yoongi, I’m serious I hear their names come out of your lips one more time and I’ll leave you to take care of yourself.” You say as he apologizes with a nod of his head. You unbutton the next two buttons of his vest, stopping before pushing it off his body finally taking in the situation and your surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t dirty, nor was it clean. It had a musty smell making you wonder if someone had already done the deed before the two of you walked in. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow.

He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m not walking through the reception and the hotel lobby with a boner.” He grinds his hips against yours, proving his point. You let out a moan throwing your head back, hitting the wall behind you lightly. He felt so good, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the hand dryer was painfully digging into your back. You would’ve agreed with his statement.

“Just stay behind me, I’ll cover you. Who’s room is closer?” You push him away, finally creating the distance you needed. You turn to face the mirror, fixing your smudged lipstick. Yoongi was shocked, staring at you. God, you were so sexy, the product of his late-night escapades by himself. Especially after the two of you had mutually called it quits.

All throughout the weekend you were driving him crazy, reeling him in to then push him away. He suspects that was your revenge for breaking up with you. One you only agreed to because you knew that once his mind was set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it.

He had almost survived. Almost. That small buzzword was thrown out the window the second you entered the green room where he and all the rest of the groomsmen were waiting in to let them know the ceremony was going to start in five minutes. The long silk lilac dress you were wearing left little to his imagination, one he didn’t have to use much because he had spent years memorizing every single part of your body.

You giggle at his dazed look, sending him a wink through the mirror before turning to face him again, planting a slow sensual kiss against his lips, pulling away before he could respond. “Hurry up or I might change my mind.” You pat his chest and walk past him. “I’ll wait outside.” You say in a sing-song voice and Yoongi was now fully convinced you were messing with him. Exuding your revenge and he had foolishly fallen into your trap.

The walk through the reception was a nightmare.

Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hand sweating in between yours. He sent glares into your back and they only got worse every time you stopped to talk about your new start-up business, with someone he barely recognized. He was proud of you for finally leaving your job. He had witnessed many of your angry breakdowns, his heart shattering every time you cried into his chest because of how unhappy you were working for your dream company. That when he finally got word that you had left and started your own company, boldly rivaling your old one. The sigh of relief he let out was monumental. He was proud of you and would’ve told you, praised you, as you happily explained your ideas. That’s if he was thinking with his head and heart not his dick, which was straining painfully against the waistband of his slacks. If it wasn’t for his suit jacket doing most of the work in hiding it he would’ve died out of pure agony and embarrassment.

“We finally found an office and we’re moving in when Jimin gets back from his honeymoon. Sadly, he says I’m not allowed to start decorating without him, scared I’ll put an outside fountain in the middle of the whole place.” You say, prompting a booming laugh from Jimin’s dad.

Jimin’s mom shakes her head, “he gets his perfectionism from my side of the family, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, honestly, I don’t have an ounce of interior design in my body, so I’d rather he be there to supervise before he yells at me saying that I’ve ruined everything.”

Yoongi could feel the sweat start to pool above his brow, tuning you and Jimin’s parents out. He had never felt this needy in his entire life. He supposes it's the adrenaline rush of seeing you in such a revealing dress or the fact that he missed you. The last year and a half without you had been awful. Everything reminded him of you and he had to fight the urge to just call you. He never did. Afraid you had found it in yourself to finally hate him for breaking your heart.

“Yoongi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jimin’s mom asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, making him flinch. “Oh dear, you’re burning up, maybe you should go lay down.” The worry in her voice was evident, melting his heart. Jimin’s parents always treated him like he was one of their own, welcoming him with open arms when Jimin had first invited him and the guys over for lunch after school almost ten years ago. When Yoongi’s parents had kicked him out for choosing to study music production instead of something ‘meaningful’ they had taken him and even offered to pay for his school expenses. He owed them a lot, and if circumstances were different he would’ve thanked them profusely, just like he always did.

“I think he has a fever so I’m going to walk him back to his room.” You nod your head, letting go of his hand and looping your arm with his. “It must’ve been the shrimp appetizer, he’s never been good with seafood, right baby?” The evil glint in your eye was too much. You’re teasing was getting too much for him to handle. He’s never seen this side of you. It excited him.

“Right!”

“Oh please, hurry, we’ll let Jimin know you had to leave early I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jimin’s mom said, pushing the two of you towards the exit.

Once the two of you were away, closer to the double doors of the reception hall you leaned in, “How are you holding up?”

“Get me out of here before I drag you to the nearest bathroom again.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold your hand out before Yoongi can step any closer to your body. A sound of annoyance erupting from his chest. Once upon a time, Yoongi had prided himself in being patient. Tonight was not one of those times.

The second the two of you were alone in the elevator, his hands and mouth were all over you. Painting beautiful flowers with his mouth against your skin. The noises he had elicited from you made his chest swell with pride and his cock throb painfully against his pants. Every ounce of self control he once harbored was long gone. He didn’t want to miss another second where he wasn’t touching you.

Yoongi had almost lost his mind while you were fumbling to get the door to your hotel room open. Though, that was mainly his fault, he literally couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Yet, now that you were finally in the safety of your hotel room, Yoongi didn’t understand why you were still resisting him and it made him even more frustrated both sexually and emotionally. “What, what do I have to wait for now, I’m so close to coming in my pants please just let me fuck you.” He all but begged, even considered getting down on his knees and kissing the ground you walked on. Though, when he saw you smirk, he knew he had done exactly what you had hoped he would do.

“Fuck you.” He closed the distance, sighing when you innocently took a step back.

“I’m trying to but I need to take my shoes off.” You pouted, pointing to your heel cladded feet in front of you, arms behind your back as you swayed from side to side. Yoongi shook his head before taking you into your arms and walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You fell back sitting down as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you.

“Are you punishing me?” He asked with a pout on his lips.

You giggled placing both of your hands against his cheeks and squishing them. “Yes.” You affirmed kissing his lips, “I think you deserve it for leaving me.” You gave his cheeks a light tap. “Now get to work or I’ll kick you out.”

Yoongi scoffed, placing your left foot on top of his knees. His fingers unbuckling the buckle around your ankle slowly, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You swallowed nervously as he slipped it off, his lips connecting with the skin of your ankle, kissing the tiny stick n poke tattoo he had given you after a particularly stressful week of finals, almost three years ago.

It was crooked. The points of the star weren’t as perfect as he would’ve liked them to be. But it had been entirely your fault. You kept moving, yelping out in dramatized agony every time he poked the needle into your skin, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He knew you were just doing it to scare him. Your pain tolerance was higher than any normal human being, which is why he continued his masterpiece, ignoring your pleas to stop. Nevertheless, with a childish pout you had expressed your love for it in more ways than one and vowed to never cover it up no matter what.

You had kept true to your word.

“I didn’t mean to.” He sighed, kissing your inner thigh, then moving to the other one. He had long removed your other heel and was now showering you with all the kisses he hadn’t been able to give you in the last year and a half. “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

His hands traveled up the side of your legs, pushing your dress up further until the white lace of your panties were visible to his soft eyes. He bit his lip, taking in how much of an effect he still had on you. In all honesty, it made him feel on top of the world that your body was still so responsive to his touch.

“Why did you?” Your voice wavered and you blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Though, you had agreed with his decision to break things off. It had hurt more than you had intended it to hurt. You were left dazed and confused wondering how he could just wake up one day and decide that you weren’t enough for him anymore.

“You stopped chasing your dreams because of me.” The guilt he had felt every time he held you while you cried out in anger spilled out. The tears now fell down your eyes while he laid you down, taking your dress with him, bringing it over your head and throwing it to the side knocking over the glass of water you kept on your nightstand every night.

You jumped hitting his chest, “That dress was expensive.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you’re the biggest idiot I know, I hate you.” You said, burying your head into his chest, mascara staining his pristine white dress shirt, while you unbuttoned it.

He knew you weren’t crying because of the dress, but this was also not what he meant when he wanted to have you crying tonight. You were right, he was an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing your head making you look at him. His own eyes were now filled with tears as he wiped away your own. “I didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t happy.” He kissed your cheek then moved down to your neck, tonguing the spot underneath your ear that he knew would have you weak in your knees. “I-I wasn’t happy.” He confessed against your skin.

He had never once said it out loud and now that he had, while you pushed his shirt off his shoulders, undressing him further, he felt childish. “You could’ve just talked to me about it.” You sighed moving your hands down his chest, your manicured nails scraping his skin lightly. He shuddered, the coldness of your touch was something he had never been able to get used to. He had missed it.

“I know.” He licked down your neck, his fingers playing with your bottom lip, taping it lightly. “I didn’t know how to approach the situation.” His eyes all but rolled back as you took his fingers into your mouth, moaning around his digits. Your mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted to be inside of it, fucking it until you were sputtering and crying tears of pleasure, his precum mixing with your saliva. But he decided he could wait to fulfill his fantasy, right now he needed to show you much he still loved and cared about you.

Yoongi took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his moist digits down your neck, painting a masterpiece until they wrapped around your nipples, pinching it, while his mouth kissed around your other nipple. The low sighs of pleasure you were making were astronomical. A beautiful melody he will never get tired of listening to.

“S-So you decided to break up with me, f-fuck.” You gasped when he lightly bit down on your nipple. It was euphoric, enough to have you reaching your orgasm. You were overly sensitive, overwhelmed with the fact that he was so close to you again.

“I thought we already agreed that I’m an idiot.” He joked and sat back on his knees, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. The only thing keeping you covered were your panties that were sticking onto you like a second skin and it was driving him insane.

“Let me keep reminding you then.” You smirked and sat up on your elbows, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his. “Break my heart again and I’ll cut off your dick, and this time I sincerely mean it my love.” He shuddered, your menacing words filled with possibilities and hope. Hope that after tonight you and him could start over again.

“Have I ever told you how much you actually scare me?” He tilted his head with curiosity, pushing your panties to the side. His mouth watering when he felt how truly wet you were for him. He wanted you in every single way possible. To drink you up like sweet honey dew juice. If he wasn’t so impatient he would’ve buried his face in between your legs, until you were cumming on his tongue.

“Once or twice.” You lifted your hips as he slid your panties down your legs. He threw them to the side giving your hip a light kiss. “Maybe more than three times.” You gasped as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

His eyes catching sight the other miniscule stick n poke tattoo he had given you after graduation. This time it was a beautiful cursive ‘y’ adorning the skin of your mound, the adrenaline along with the alcohol that was running through both of your veins that night, had numbed you out enough to have you lying still, giggling at his concentration instead of screaming out in pain.

He moved his fingers, his cock aching to be freed from it’s constraints. He was so painfully hard, aching to be buried inside of you. “I think I told you more than that.” He curled his fingers, hitting the mushy spot inside of you making you gasp.

“Yoongi, whatever, just please get inside of me before I kick you out.” You arched your back, lifting your hips as his fingers slowly teased you, opening you up for him. You hadn’t been fucked in such a long time. In fact, the last person you had sex with you was the one teasing you right now.

He huffed rolling his eyes and took out his fingers. “Stop threatening me like that.” He said, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, painting your lips with your arousal. “It hurts my feelings.”

“Then hurry up.” Your fingers reached over playing with the button of his pants, popping it open as you eyed him through lust filled hooded eyes, “We can play more another day, right now I need you inside of me before I die.” You pleaded. His eyes got wide, his mind ran faster than usual, making sure he had heard you right.

Another time, you had said. He had heard you right. His hearing wasn’t as bad as he claims it to be, especially when it came to you and anything that leaves your mouth. He nodded and helped you push his pants along with his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your delicate hand wrap around his hard cock. Your thumb running over his red tip, spreading around the precum.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked in a choked whisper as he tried his hardest not to cum in your hand.

You shook your head no, a pout forming on your lips, “I don’t, I thought you would have one.” You kissed his chest lightly as you kept moving your hand around him. “I’m still on the pill though.” You pulled away and looked up at him giving him a knowing wink.

He swallowed and pushed you softly, laying you down. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would ever happen again so I didn’t bring anything.”

Your hand around him fell to your side as he climbed over you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay, I’ll stop.” He reassured before aligning himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock over your pussy gathering your essence before pushing himself in.

“Y-Yoongi, oh my g-god, f-fuck.” You arched your back, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. You felt so deliciously good around him, your name falling out of his lips like a silent prayer.

He buried his face into your neck, planting open mouthed down your neck, biting down lightly when he felt you clench around him. “Can I keep going?” He mumbled. “I need to feel all of you.”

“Yes, please Yoongi please.” You gasped when you felt him bottoming out inside of you. The pleasure was mind numbing. Your pussy stretching over his cock after such a long time was otherworldly.

His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, placing your arms above your head as he started thrusting into you slowly. His eyes burning into yours, refusing to let your gaze go.

Nothing was heard, except for skin slapping against skin. His low grunts combining with your loud moans as he fucked into you faster. The sound of your wet pussy motivating him to continue his ministries. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed, the only thing that mattered was the desperate chase of your highs.

“Make me cum please.” You pleaded over and over again, as he pistoned his hips into you faster and harder. The knot forming against the pit of your stomach. You kept clenching around him and he knew you were close to the edge. He was too, he could feel the tightness of his balls as his thrusts became sloppy.

“B-Baby, I’m close.” He bit down on your neck as you arched your back, your nipples brushing against his lightly.

You dug your nails into his knuckles, raising your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. “Me too, I’m so close.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into yours. The change of rhythm had you screaming out in pleasure.

He let go of one of your hands, not wasting a second in finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it with his thumb, “Gonna cum around me my angel, gonna let me paint your walls white.” He panted, his sweaty bangs falling over his eyes. He looked like a greek God, Adonis himself.

“F-Fuck yes Yoongi, fuck I-I’m coming.” You choked out, the pressure at the pit of your stomach finally breaking. Your pussy fluttering around him, your orgasm taking over your body in pleasure filled spasms.

Yoongi pushes into you harder, his thumb working against your clit as you ride out your high beneath him. Seeing you so fucked out was enough to tether over the edge, in a silent moan, his own orgasm taking over his body, painting your walls with his sticky substance, filling you up to the brink. “G-God, I love you.” He said after he had somewhat composed himself.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your body. You didn’t want him to move yet, “I love you too Yoongi.” You whispered leaving innocent pecks against his jawline. He chuckled laying his head against your chest. You brushed his hair away from his face. Both of your chests heaving at the same time, as you tried to catch your breaths.

“Was that okay?” He spoke after a long moment of silence. He rested his chin against your chest looking at you through worrisome eyes. “You don’t hate me anymore right?”

“I never did.” You smiled, making his heart sore, “It was perfect, I missed you...a lot” You added kissing his nose.

“I missed you too, maybe a little too much if I’m being honest. I really am sorry angel.” He cuddled into you further, feeling himself grow soft inside of you. You felt his arousal along with yours slide down your legs and you had to hold back from begging him to take you again and again.

“I know just don’t do it again.”

“I’d be actually crazy if I did.”

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years

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The Arrangement Ch. 15

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: Your attempt to help your brother move result in Yoongi meeting your family -_-

Previous Chapter here

TW: as previously mentioned, YN and her brother were abused by their dad. It is mentioned by her brother. Trigger will be labeled before and after by ** ** Yoongi’ song “The Last” is also referenced at the very end, which implies thoughts about self-harm/suicide attempt. But it’s a good, long chapter! There is fluff and humor in it too!

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Late last night you received an email from your brother’s school informing you a dorm space had opened up and he could move in as soon as possible. You wanted to check and make sure there wasn’t anything else you should be doing today before you rented a van.

You put on your robe and headed out to the main living area. Half the coffee pot was already gone and you heard light movements from upstairs. You wondered if Yoongi was prone to hangovers or not. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and heard Yoongi pad down the stairs.

“How are you feeling today?” You asked without looking up from your steaming mug.

“A little dehydrated but fine.” He passed you as he headed over to the sink for water. “Really? We’re just wearing robes around the house now?”

You waited, slowly savoring the taste of the hot bean water in your mouth. You swallowed. “You were in your underwear the other day. I think the robe is fine.” You turned dramatically and looked at him. “Unless you prefer just underwear?”

“Aish, don't remind me.” He waved in your direction as though he could dissipate the memory with his hand. It was too early for flirting.

You laughed. “Hey, if it's OK, I'd like to go help my brother move today. A dorm space opened up for him and I'd like to get him settled in before school starts again tomorrow.”

Yoongi leaned against the counter, “Yeah, that's fine. You should do that.”

“Great, thanks!” You turned and went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

When you returned to the main area Yoongi was gone, you didn’t bother checking by the door as you grabbed your purse and slipped on some shoes. You texted your brother to remind him what time you would arrive and then hopped on the train to the car rental place.

Fifteen minutes later you walked in, produced your driver’s license and payment and were then declined.

“What do you mean? I already prepaid online.” You asked the attendant.

“It’s not the payment, it’s your license. You rented the cargo van. You don’t have a license to drive that vehicle, it’s level one.” The man explained, gesturing to a garage full of vehicles as though that explained anything.

“Isn’t it just like a regular van but big?”

“No ma’am it’s more like a box truck. I can get you a regular van but I can’t refund your rental of the cargo van because it was a day-of rental.”

“I had to enter my license to rent the van. Why does it authorize licenses if they aren’t the correct type?” You asked, annoyed. It wasn’t his fault, probably, but that definitely seemed like a crappy thing for the website to allow.

“I understand that ma’am but the website will allow anybody to pay for the van and the driver’s license check is very basic and checks to see if you have one, not the level. Now, would you like to rent a regular van?”

You stood there for a minute weighing your options. “Give me a minute.” You walked over to the waiting area and took out your phone. You opened the BigHit employee portal and scrolled through the services. There were so many options: food delivery, laundry pick up, chauffeur, pet walking, but nothing about hiring a driver for other vehicles. You groaned and dialed Yoongi’s number. Normally you would text but you felt like there was too much to say. The phone rang a few times.

“Hello?” It was surprising to you how deep his voice sounded on the phone.

“Hey...I'm sorry to bother you. Does anybody at the company have a Level 1 driver's license that I can like request via the app? I didn't realize the one I rented is for a license I don't have.” You paused. “This is so embarrassing.” Silence extended from the other side, making you feel awful, like you had probably interrupted something important. You began again, " I can maybe just do it next weekend. I can find somebody by then I'm sure. It’s fine. What’s one more week.”

"I can drive it."

You felt awkward having Yoongi do it."Noooo. Don't worry about it. I can do it next week. I’m sure I can find somebody.”

“Aish send me the address. I'll do it.” He replied, starting to sound irritated.

“Were you busy? You don't have to.”

“You know the company phones have GPS trackers in them? But it will be a hell of a lot faster if you just send me the address.”

You sighed, “Ok. Thank you.”

“See you soon.”

You awkwardly waited at the rental agency, kicking your feet in your chair like a little kid waiting for their parents. After about half an hour you heard the door ding and saw Yoongi walk in. He had traded his sweats for jeans, but otherwise had the same casual shirt and expression.

“Hello sir,” the desk attendant greeted Yoongi. “How may I help you today?”

“I’ve been told I’m here to drive a van.” Yoongi looked your way.

"Oh, are you here for that one?" the guy at the counter gestured at you.

Rude.

Yoongi smirked, “Yep. That one’s mine.”

Your jaw almost dropped. Fucking brat. You walked over. "It's a good thing you're being so helpful darling." You gritted between your teeth. You watched as Yoongi handed over his license and had it scanned without any issues.

“Here you go Mr. Min.” The attendant handed him the keys. You heard him laugh as he took them. He started to walk out to the rental garage with you following.

"’Thanks for coming. I do appreciate it."

"It’s no problem. I mean. You, once again, will owe me dinner. But other than that. It's nothing." He clicked the remote to find the right van. "Why are you renting such a big ass van?"

"Because my family doesn't own a car and I'm an idiot. The website didn't make it look that big. I put in my license and it let me rent it. Don’t you think it should deny it if it knows you can’t drive it?" The two of you stopped in front of the cargo van. It was big. But not that big, you scowled.

"Oh man. I used to drive so much music equipment around in my shit van. This brings back memories." He climbed into the driver's seat. You walked around to the passenger side and stepped up as well. "And lucky for you, I came prepared today." He popped in a CD he'd been stowing in his coat pocket.

"Oh my God. You are the cutest." You said, somewhat accidentally, out loud.

Yoongi paused, and looked over at you. "I am not cute."

You smiled and pinched your fingers together. "A little bit."

He shook his head and put his hand on the gear shift. "Nope. Cue up the GPS."

"The tiniest cute." You typed in the address.

"Feared rapper and music producer. Ice King. Loner. It's in the lyrics, you should listen." He turned the car audio on.

"OK cutie, I know you have stuffed animals in the loft area."

He held a finger up to his lips. "Quiet woman, I'm driving."

You laughed and relaxed into the seat. "I fell asleep on track 5."

He pushed some buttons and you settled in for the car ride.

Yoongi was thankful for the excuse of looking at the road so he couldn’t see your expressions as you listened. He put so much of himself in his lyrics, it was like taking his heart and mind out of his body and showing it to other people. Which for some reason felt fine when it was complete strangers, but felt so weird with someone he knew. He tried to play it cool. He knew he was two songs away from his most personal track.

“Ok, turn in here. We can park here for up to two hours without a permit.” You guided him near an alleyway next to your Aunt’s apartment. You sent a text telling them you were here. “Thanks. You can wait here if you want. I don't know how much packing there is left to do. Sorry. I just got the email this morning. There are also some coffee shops around here or some restaurants. I’m not sure what---”

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and cut you off. “Hey. You don't have to do this by yourself. OK?” He opened the door and got out before you could respond.

You took a few deep breaths and exited the van, walking around to the front to lead the way to the apartment. “Ok thanks. Also I apologize in advance for my Aunt.”

“She won’t be the first Auntie I've met,” Yoongi smirked. “Don't worry, Aunties and Grannies love me.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. Also sorry in advance for my brother. He seems rude, but it’s just because our family life was so fucked up. He’s a good kid.”

“Hey, I can relate,” Yoongi opened the door for you. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Ack, I don’t think I can do this.” You turned and faced him.

“Do what?” Yoongi asked, perplexed.

“Have you meet my family. It’s. We’re all weirdos. The apartment is so small. It’s embarrassing. I already feel bad that you came and helped me.” You spew out everything at once, your anxiety levels suddenly spiking.

Yoongi sighed and put his hands in his pockets. “Hey. It’s fine. I was going to meet them eventually anyways right? Might as well be before the wedding,” He teased you.

You were surprised. This was the first time he had mentioned anything about the other part of your contract. It had always been you teasing him about it.

“I guess so.” You took a deep breath. “Ok. Just...please...Remember. We’ve been through a lot.” You suddenly felt so vulnerable as you pushed the elevator button. You led the way to your old apartment and unlocked the door.

“Aunt Vi, I’m here.” You yelled from the foyer as the two of you slipped your shoes off.

“Oh finally, I was getting worried, you’re over an hour late and you're usually so prompt and hello young man.” Aunt Vi stopped dead in her tracks as she arrived in front of the two of you.

“Hello. Min Yoongi, nice to meet you.” He bowed.

Your Aunt gaped like a fish for a moment and eyed you. “Yes of course, I’m Vi.. And this is…?”

“My boss, Auntie. He drove the van today. Apparently giant ass vans need a special license.” You smiled sheepishly.

“Do not use such language in front of your boss, young lady.” She scolded.

Yoongi cleared his throat to hide a laugh. It was unusual seeing someone boss you around for a change.

“Yes of course, sorry Auntie. I’m very sorry, Mr. Min.”

“That’s better. Now come in. You, help Jihoon pack, Mr. Min come join me for tea.”

She turned around and you gave Yoongi a stank look while he silently laughed at you. You flipped him the middle finger while he acted offended.

Auntie Vi turned around, “That is of course if he wants some.”

The two of you pretended to be perfect angels once again, “That would be lovely Aunt Vi.” He responded, sounding like a boy scout. You rolled your eyes at him the minute your aunt turned her back. You left the two of them as they headed to the kitchen and you went to the living room.

Your brother was packing up some books into one of the boxes when you walked over.

“Hey. Make sure the books go into a few small boxes instead of one big one, or they’ll be too heavy to carry.” You said as you grabbed another empty box and started to pack some things.

“Yeah ,ok. Those other two boxes are books as well. There should be a bookcase in the dorm. I think all my friend’s rooms have one.”

“Ok great, I’ll label them.” You walked into the kitchen to grab a sharpie and briefly overheard Vi and Yoongi. Yep. She was in love, you smirked and headed back to help your brother.

You were surprised when you walked past the hallway and saw two blankets on the floor, slowly moving. You smiled and paused, “Huh. What strange moving blankets.” You heard a set of giggles and continued on your way.

Your brother and you continued to put items into boxes and the blankets continued to slowly wriggle down the hallway until they made it to the corner. Your sister and niece sat up and pressed their tiny bodies against the wall, straining to see who the mysterious voice belonged to. You looked over and smiled.

Aunt Vi paused for a second and heard the faint sound of giggles and “shhhh”

“There better not be any little girls eavesdropping,” She said. Everyone in the apartment heard the sounds of stomping and running down the hallway, followed by a door shutting. Vi sighed and Yoongi laughed.

You set down the roll of tape and walked back to the bedroom. "Come on out girls." You led the way for them down the hallway. They nervously stood in the kitchen in front of Yoongi and your Aunt.

“Mr. Min, this is my sister, Hayoon, and my niece, Sooah.” You introduced them as they bowed deeply, as though they had been preparing for this moment for their whole lives.

Yoongi smiled warmly at them, “It’s a pleasure to meet you ladies.” You could see your niece already blushing. These girls were boy crazy already and you were sure they would relive this moment over and over again. They managed to squeak out a “you too.” Before they looked around awkwardly about what to do next.

“Alright girls, either help move boxes or git.” You prompted them. They looked at each other and then scrambled back to the bedroom, giggling the whole way. You sighed and went back to packing. Fortunately since your brother was living on the couch, he didn’t have a lot to pack. In retrospect you probably didn’t need the van. Oh well. Better to be over prepared than underprepared, you mused.

You walked into the kitchen, “Excuse me, may I have the keys please? It’s time to start loading.”

Yoongi stood up, “Yeah sure, let’s go.”

You looked at him, “Oh no sir. I could not expect you to carry the boxes. Keys please.” You held out your hand.

Yooongi scoffed, “I can carry boxes.”

Aunt Vi quietly cleared her throat, “That would be too much surely. Won’t you please sit down and I’ll make you some lunch.”

Ah the intersectionality of age and class rank here were making your head spin, but you knew that he couldn’t turn down lunch from your Aunt, even as she turned around and he placed the keys in your hand while making a very strange face you couldn’t quite identify. You raised your eyebrows. Taking the keys, you pulled out your phone.

YN: She’s a good cook, don’t worry. Sorry this is taking so long.

You and your brother each grabbed some boxes and started to move them out by the elevators. After about fifteen minutes you checked your phone.

YG: I feel weird not helping

YN: You did help, you drove the van

YG: That doesn’t count

YN: Yes it does

You returned to the apartment where you saw Yoongi had somehow inserted himself into the kitchen and was cooking alongside Aunt Vi. That’s it, you thought, she’s never going to not mention him again. You sighed. Grabbing the last few boxes you and Jihoon began to fill the elevator and slowly move the items closer and closer to the van. An hour later it was all packed up.

“How was your soup?” You asked as you came back into the apartment, ripping off your sweatshirt. You had started off cold, but were now glistening with sweat.

“Really good, thanks again Auntie,” Yoongi looked over to Vi.

“Oh please, he’s the one who ended up doing most of the cooking. Are you single Mr. Min? Are you allowed to date your employees?--------”

Oh God it was happening, you were shocked it had taken this long honestly.

“Because even though YN isn’t much to look at, she’s a very hardworking girl.”

“We gotta go. Time to leave. Is there any leftover soup for Jihoon?” You asked as you cut her off and started scrambling around the kitchen for a takeaway container.

“There’s plenty of soup, grab some for Jihoon. Not for you though, you don’t need the calories.”

Oh God she was going full blown Auntie on your ass. Help. You looked over to Yoongi, mortified, but he was just standing there, the tiniest smile playing on his lips. He briefly flicked his eyes in your direction, causing you to feel flustered.

“Anyways, you should keep her in mind. Our family is unlucky, but we do try to make up for it.”

“I have the Soup, can we please leave now? We have to return the van.” You grabbed your purse, sweater, soup, and coat.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi said calmly. “Thank you for your hospitality Auntie. I hope to see you again soon :] .” He walked over near the door, put on his coat and took the soup from you.

“Put your coat on.” He chided

“I’m sweaty.” You responded

“You won’t be when you get back outside.”

You huffed but complied anyways. The poor man had suffered through an hour and a half of your family, you weren’t about to argue with him.

Your brother was waiting in the van with his headphones on listening to music. You climbed into the middle seat.

“Oh my God I am so sorry.” You said the minute the door closed.

“It’s fine. Like I said, not my first Auntie. She’s nice.”

“She called me ugly and told me not to eat.” You whined. “Hey...speaking of you called me ugly too the first time we met.”

Your brother took off his headphones; apparently interested in this conversation.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “Did I say that to you? That doesn't seem like something I would say.”

“Well, no. But you didn’t disagree with me when I said it.” You side eyed him.

He laughed, “I think you know you’re not ugly. You don’t need me to tell you that.” He pulled out onto the main street.

“I don’t know. Having heard it every day of her life growing up, it might not be a bad thing to not say to her.” You heard Jihoon say from next to you.

You tensed up briefly. “Jihoon, it’s a joke. Everyone else at the interview was literally a supermodel. Everyone.”

“Sorry. People calling my sister ugly doesn’t seem very funny to me.” He said and moodily turned to face the window.

This was the kind of awkward you were worried about. “Sorry. Jihoon is a little protective. Also he doesn’t understand jokes.” You tried to lighten the mood by teasing. It did not work.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny. I understand that.” He said snidely from the passenger’s seat.

You sighed, “Anyways, thanks again for driving. You’ll turn right here and then there should be signs for the school in about 4 kilometers.”

Yoongi was very quiet. He didn’t want to piss your brother off again. You pushed play on the audio, welcoming a change of pace from the quiet. To your shock, he hit the pause button. “Let’s listen to it later.” He said quietly to you. He didn’t think the lyrics would put your brother in a better mood and he also didn’t particularly feel like sharing the vulnerable side of himself at the moment.

“Is it normal to tell someone they can’t listen to music in a car? Asking for a friend.”

“Stop being an asshole Jihoon. Mr. Min was nice enough to drive the van for us today to move you into the dorm. And to give me a job to pay for the dorm. You need to be more respectful.” The phrase came out of your mouth before you could even stop it. It was a triggering phrase for both of you and you instantly regretted it.

**************

“Right.” Your brother said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Be more respectful. Just because someone’s older than you they deserve your respect no matter what. That’s what dad always said while he was beating us, remember?”

***************

You rolled your eyes, unable to keep your cool. “Oh my God. You’re supposed to be working through this shit in therapy not in a fucking moving van with me and my boss. I am so sorry.” You said to Yoongi who was trying very hard to pretend he wasn’t in the van at that exact moment.

“I didn’t ask to be in a moving van with you and your boss and I didn’t ask to be moved into the dorms today.” He argued back.

“You’d rather still be on the couch at Aunt Vi’s? I can unload all this shit and cancel your room. I can totally do that right now.” You snapped at him.

Jihoon huffed angrily. Such a moody teen.

“I’ll take that as a “no”,” you responded. “Yoongi, I am so sorry.”

“For the record, does your boss know our dad's a fucking psycho?” Your brother said in English. You had done terribly in English and hadn’t touched it since High School. You understood the word Fuck though and were getting ready to scold you brother

Yoongi didn't want to overstep his bounds, but at the same time, your brother was being a rude little shit. The whole reason you had agreed to marry a guy you didn’t know was to take care of this ungrateful child. Before he could help himself, he responded in perfect English, “Yeah, I heard you dad was an asshole. And I'm sorry that happened to you. It shouldn’t have and it really sucks. But your sister works her ass off for you.”

Yoongi was pissed. You could tell that much by the tone. You understood sister and that was about it. Or maybe he said sweater. But it was probably sister.

Your brother was clearly surprised by whatever he heard and also mildly irritated. “What do you know about any of that?”

“I know that in her job interview all she talked about was you and your little sister and how she worries about the two of you and that’s why she took a job where she is on call 24/7 and why she’s worked 2 jobs for the past 7 years.”

You understood the number 2. That was it. This was a passionate discussion on Yoongi’s part. You were getting ready to speak after several seconds of silence filled the van.

Your brother twisted his body and looked at Yoongi. “---Do you….do you like my sister?””

More silence. What the hell were they talking about?

Yoongi cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, continuing to look straight ahead at the road. “I do. And we’re being rude by having a conversation that she can’t understand. So please stop it.”

Your brother paused for a moment before replying in Korean ”… Yes, hyung.”

“If he's being rude let me know and I'll take his lunch money. I will literally untransfer funds.” You said, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. “I know how to say “fuck” in English and I definitely heard it.”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Yoongi replied. “Here, we can also listen to the word ‘fuck’ some more.” he turned the music back on. Since everyone else was having free therapy in the van, why not join? One song played before you all arrived at the dorms.

“Go round up some strapping young men to carry these boxes. I have to find your RA.” You told your brother as Yoongi parked the van. He hopped out quickly, all too eager to escape. You rested your head against the headrest and pushed your hands against your eyes. “I am so sorry. Today has been a total nightmare. Worse than I even imagined.” You said, feeling like you might cry.

Yoongi sat there for a few seconds, reliving the afternoon. It had actually been mostly fun for him. “I had a good time. I got to meet your family and I got free soup.”

You looked over at him slightly bewildered. “We need to raise your standards for what a good day should look like Yoongi, because this was a total shit show.”

“Hey, don’t cry. I hate it when people cry. Your brother has been through a lot. It’s fine. Really. I too was an angry rude teenager and I didn’t have nearly as good of a reason. Come on, let’s finish this shit and get the van back.” He unbuckled his seatbelt.

You followed suit and entered the dormitory, following the signs. You introduced yourself to the RA, got the keys, and found your brother and two other guys standing outside the van. You recognized the one kid.

“Hey Noona,” He waved. You liked that one.

Yoongi had apparently started unloading the boxes while you were meeting with the RA. You picked up one of the smaller boxes and headed up to the dorm. With the 5 of you, it didn’t take long to move all the boxes into the dorm. You placed the soup into the mini-fridge. You sighed and looked around at the mountains of boxes, “Ok. Do you want me to stick around for the unpacking or….?”

"No. We'll get it." Jihoon responded and walked with you out into the hallway. Yoongi was leaning against the wall near the elevators, scrolling through his phone.

"Thanks. And I'm sorry about earlier." He said looking down.

"It's OK, come here." You pulled him in for a hug. He was taller than you. When did that happen? You squeezed extra tight and then pulled away, "Make sure to answer my texts or else I'll show up here. And I have your RA’s number. Got it?”

"Yeah yeah." he looked around.

You looked up at him and brushed some invisible dirt off his shoulder, "OK. I love you. "

" I love you too. "

With that you turned and joined Yoongi by the elevators." Let today end please. " You said, crossing your arms in front of your body.

"Nope. Not yet. You still owe me dinner," he commented as the two of you entered the elevator.

You sulked , "You got soup."

"You haven't eaten yet."

You shrugged. It was true. But you were upset and when you were upset you either wanted to eat everything or nothing. Today you felt like nothing.

The two of you climbed into the van one last time. You rested your head against the window and listened to the music. Yoongi gripped the steering wheel tightly as ‘The Last’ began to play.

He glanced a look over at you. Your jaw was firmly set and he saw tears rolling down your cheeks. Shit. This was not a good day for this. He paused the music.

"Sorry, that's pretty heavy for today isn't it?" The car came to a stop at a light and the silence was palpable.

You breathed out, trying to keep it level. "Sorry, just. You and my brother have that in common." You wiped your eyes as you tried not to cry. You took pride in generally being pretty stoic and good-natured.

The light turned green. "I guess we're all just fucked up, huh?"

You sniffled. "Yeah. It just hurts my heart to think about a world where you or my brother don't exist."

Yoongi felt like someone had hit him with a ton of bricks. He swallowed through the lump forming in his throat as he managed a response, "Well, we're still here. That's what matters. Right?” He tried to sound positive.

“Yeah. I’m glad for that. Turn left.” NEXT CHAPTER @lidda @anpanman-sonyeondan @firefairy1 @cuteipat @sugaslittlekookies @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny @livelyjay @niniita-ah

#bts writing #bts fic #bts suga x you #suga x you #yoongi x you #bts yoongi x reader #bts yoongi #bts suga x reader #suga x reader #suga x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n

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mandelene · 3 years

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℧: a damp towel against flushed, feverish skin for hws canada? maybe with alfred doing the comforting?

Brothers Have Your Back

Word Count: 663

“Jeez, Matt. You’re really burning up. Are you sure you don’t want me to call Papa or Dad and ask if one of them can come home early from work? You weren’t this bad this morning,” Alfred sighs, laying a cool damp cloth across Matthew’s feverish forehead.

He and Alfred are both on summer break from college and will be home for the next two and a half months, but it’s not like Matthew has been able to enjoy a single minute of being back. He’s been sick since the last day of finals. What started as a case of the sniffles has since progressed to a wet cough and a high fever.

Matthew buries another string of hacking coughs into his pillow and croaks, “No, it’s okay.”

“I don’t think it’s okay…Who gets this sick in May, dude? You’re so unlucky.”

“…Yeah.”

“You want some more cough medicine? You can take it again now – it’s been six hours.”

Matthew nods and takes a sip of water from the glass on his nightstand. He somehow always manages to get sick around finals week. It’s like his body purposefully makes him ill at the most inconvenient times. He didn’t think it would get quite this bad, and even though he feels downright awful, he doesn’t want to be fussed over. He’s an adult now, and he can get through this by himself without inconveniencing anyone too much.

He watches Alfred measure out a dose of cough syrup for him in a medicine cup. It’s thick, goopy, and tastes vile, but it does help with the chest congestion quite a bit.

“Thanks,” Matthew mumbles as he takes the medicine cup and chugs the syrup in one quick motion. He shudders as it goes down his throat.

“Sure thing, bro. Wanna watch something on TV or play some video games?”

“Maybe later, Al. My head really hurts from the fever.”

“Gotchu, don’t apologize. How about some relaxing music then? I can play some spa music or something on Spotify—it’s mad chill and helps me sleep sometimes.”

“Spa music?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Matthew agrees with a small laugh. He pulls himself up a bit and stacks extra pillows behind his back, hoping it’ll help him breathe and loosen some of the mucus in his lungs. He takes the cold cloth from his head and runs it across his entire face, relishing in the pleasant sensation. It feels like it’s sucking the heat out of his body.

Alfred plays the spa music through the Bluetooth speaker sitting on one of Matthew’s bookshelves. He was right, it does sound like good music to fall asleep to.

“Thanks, Al. I appreciate your help…But you can go back to doing whatever you wanna do now. I don’t wanna take up your time,” he says, grimacing at how raspy and hoarse his voice sounds. “I’ll be fine.”

“No way, dude. I’m staying here. I don’t have anything else to do, so don’t worry, and even if I did, family comes first,” Alfred insists before shooting him a big toothy smile. “I’ve got your back. Always.”

He’s touched, but he can’t let Alfred know because it’ll go to his head. “Thanks, bro.”

“I’m gonna get you another cold compress and more water, okay? You want anything else while I’m downstairs in the kitchen?”

“I’m okay for now.”

“All right. Don’t go anywhere.”

Matthew laughs. “I don’t plan to.”

“I dunno, man. You might become delirious and think it’s a dandy time to go for a run in the park or something. Who knows? Anyway, love ya, dude. See ya in a sec.”

“See you,” Matthew whispers, resting his aching head on his pillow again. The spa music makes the room feel cozier somehow…By the time Alfred returns, he’s already fast asleep, and he doesn’t feel the fresh damp cloth being placed on his brow or how Alfred squeezes his shoulder reassuringly.

But he is grateful nonetheless.

#hetalia #aph canada #hws canada #aph america #hws america #hurt comfort #drabbles #sick matthew #comforting alfred #hws face family #aph face family

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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From the Ashes We are Born (Part 5)

a/n: take fucking two of posting this bc tumblr likes to fuck me over djdjjdjd. something that always bothered me with evey is the fact she left V?? I get not wanting to be stuck with a stranger for an entire year but you were the one who maced the cop. you decided to do it not v. he did not ask u to. now v torturing her there's not rlly a jusitifed excuse even though i can see why but it's still not justified either way. anyways as always enjoy.

Summary: V is away tending to his daily anarchist duties, which leaves you facing the wake of a treacherous thunder storm alone! Fluff ensues.

a/n 2: oh my god. i finally got the fucking gifs to work. had to navigate back and forth i stg I'm gonna dethrone the Tumblr god.

The music from your phone played throughout the deafening silence of the gallery. The infamously known masked criminal had left the gallery to commit his “righteous duties”. That’s how your friend, V, put it anyways. London was weeping over its people, at least, that’s what V had said once he heard the rain slapping the roof. Why can’t he just say it’s pouring, you thought to yourself as V fluttered about the house. “Dramatic as always V,” you snickered as you stood there watching him preparing to leave. You had been staying in the Shadow Gallery for a few months now. You weren’t very stoked to having to stay here for a year, but you had to. After all, you had sealed your fate after macing that cop. Even though you were upset about having to be stuck here away from your paints and gaming consoles, you understood. It was your decision to save him, he hadn’t asked you too.

V’s underground home was deadly quiet as he got ready. The playful aura and laughter was now gone. It felt lonely and cold, something you guessed V had felt before you arrived. “Hey V,” you asked, fidgeting with the flowy skirt you wore. “Yes?” The man in question picked up his notorious black hat and put it on top of his head. He smoothed his hair and turned to you after looking in the mirror once more. “C-can I,” you started, cheeks flushing a bright pink, “Can I have a hug?” You felt awkward as you stood there playing with your skirt. V didn’t say anything as he stared at you. The smiling mask was unsettling to look at with the awkward air and embarrassment you felt. “Y-y'know what, forget I asked,” you stammered, starting to turn before throwing a “good luck and goodbye” kinda thing. You heard him sigh. V wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. The scent of lemon and the smell of pine made you hum. Your arms snaked around his middle as you stood there, together in front of the T.V. You were thankful V couldn’t see your beet red face. His mask rested atop your head and you shivered at the rumble of his chest as he spoke. “Forgive me, I was taken aback is all.” You pulled away a bit looking at the eyes of his mask. “It’s alright, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “Nonsense my dear, you have yet to do so.” Oh we definitely have a crush. You pulled away giving him a smile. “Be safe okay V? I mean it. If you come home almost dead on the porch again, so help me, your bullet wounds won’t be the thing killing you.” V laughed, the sound of it making your heart giddy. “Of course, mademoiselle.” The tension between the two you was thick, neither of you breaking eye contact. Feeling bold, you grasped V’s shoulder with your hand and stood on your tippy toes. “D-dove-,” he started. You interrupted him, though. Your soft lips placed themselves on the cheek of his mask. “A good luck charm,” you said softly as you pulled away. Giving V’s shoulder one last squeeze, you let him go. “I shall return soon,” V said as he left. You scolded him again about being reckless, and to be safe . Your heart sank as V’s echoing footsteps faded away leaving you standing alone and cold.

“ I love you baby , and if it’s quite alright I need you baby,” you sang as you grabbed the acrylic paint V had gotten for you. The clock read 1:54 on the wall while the rain continued to pour outside into the night. V had yet to return from doing god knows what in the streets. The smears of white and red paint were splattered across your arms and thighs. The scent of paint and V’s musky smell mixed together as you painted. Your arms and body tingled from the warm embrace he had given you. Thoughts of V took over as your paint brush made graceful strokes on the canvas. Did he even like you back? “As if,” you huffed. “He’s a man with taste.” But what about the pet names? And the flowers! He brings us flowers once he comes back. “He’s british, being called love and darling is something normal here. The flowers don’t mean anything. It’s not like an obvious red rose or anything,” you told yourself. Stop daydreaming and just accept the fact that V doesn’t like you like in that way.

4:33 . “Where the hell is he,” you muttered. The rain continued to pour outside. Your canvas was set drying on the table and you flipped through your phone to entertain yourself. Thank god for a VPN. You laughed at a funny meme as you scrolled through your feed. The lights flickered. You sucked in a breath and waited. CRASH! You jumped at the loud bang of thunder. Trying to calm yourself down, you continued to scroll through Twitter. The anxiety in your stomach wouldn’t stop eating away. V was out there in this godforsaken storm. What if he got hurt? What if he died? “Stop,” you told yourself sternly. “He’ll be fine.”

Pop! Darkness embraced you as you sat there. The lights are out. Your breaths became shallow; the dim white light of your phone providing some kind of light source. “Calm down,” you whispered. “We’re gonna be fine.” Turning on your phone’s flashlight and using it as a torch, you crept to the bedroom. Loud crashes and noises made your hair stand up on end. Loud noises meant trouble. Loud noises meant a tantrum from your dad had started or something was here, waiting . Silence meant peace. Silence meant safety.

There was some sense of relief as you made it to the room and closed the door. Diving under the blankets, you whimpered as lightning struck. You curled into yourself and laid there. Hoping that the storm would pass, or V would come home. His scent on the sheets was the only solace you had. He will come home, eventually. You wished for V’s arms to hold and comfort you like the very few times he did before. Usually after a panic attack or when you were at the lowest of your lows. You wanted him to finish reading Lord of the Rings to you and help lull you to sleep. But V wasn’t here. V wasn’t going to hold you, or read you to sleep. He was out saving the country he so loved from it’s awful dictator. You’re weak. V wouldn’t want someone weak. He wants someone brave, and courageous. Someone who’s willing to die for what they love.

A sob bubbled up in your throat and tears threatened to escape from your eyes. You couldn’t breathe; you felt suffocated under the sheets, but if you moved you’d be open, vulnerable. Vulnerability is a weakness, being sad and scared is a weakness. How disgusting you must have looked. Hiding like a small child from the scary monster in their closet. How disgusted would V be if he found you here, under his sheets that were now wet with tears. We need to calm down. We need to stop crying. How pathetic we must look right now. He should’ve left you in that station to die. You deserve to die, you deserve to- .

“Love?” V’s voice broke your thoughts. He sounded so soft and gentle. You cursed at yourself for not noticing the door opening. Now he was going to see how pathetic you really were. V’s black boots slid across the floor when he made way into the room.You felt the bed dip beside you as you laid there. Your breath caught in your throat as you laid there silently under the sheets. Please go away, please don’t uncover the sheets. The cool air hit you as V pulled the sheets back. Cursing at your luck, you took a peak. Funny how creepy the smiling mask was in the dark. V’s hat was still perched on his head, you realized. His gloved fist was curled around something in his hand. A rose.

“My songbird, what is the matter,” V asked as he took in your tear stricken face. The moonlight shone onto your beautiful face, revealing the wetness of your cheeks. How beautiful you were. V felt guilty once he saw you huddled under the covers, hiding from something. Could it be from yourself? “You’re late,” you croaked, “it’s almost 5 am.” “I apologize my dear, something went a bit south.” You didn’t say anything. Your eyes clenched shut and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip from trembling. V’s head cocked to the side, his lips pulled into a frown underneath the mask. He called out your name. The softness and caring tone made your eyes snap back at him. Suddenly, a crash of thunder hit. You flinched and wormed yourself underneath the sheets even more. V simultaneously realized, at that very moment, how terrified you were of thunder. He felt stupid as he sat there, staring at your shaking form. Of course you would try to seek out comfort whenever you were scared or moody. Hiding was your last resort if there was no comfort to be found. A hand stroked your head causing you to tense up.

The leather of the glove felt cool, and smooth. Brows drawn, you looked up at V. His right arm extended to you, with the gift he had brought. “V,” you whispered as you stared at him with shock. You gently wrapped your hand around the stem, taking it from his hands. “An apology for returning so late…and to ask for a courtship. With you,” V stammered. Even with the mask, you knew V was flustered. “It’s about time,” you joked, your voice a bit hoarse. “Ah yes, well you see I was so nervous and I-I've never-” You cut him off with your lips. The odd but smooth material of the mask’s lips felt foreign against your soft, warm ones.

V didn’t even have to feel your lips to know they were the softest thing to exist. He just knew. You pulled away slowly, your cheeks warming up a bit. You were bashful, a gentle smile swept across your lips. “Thank you for the rose, it’s beautiful.” “My beautiful maiden, it is quite dark in here. You could not be quite sure of such a thing.” “I’ll kiss you again, V.” You giggled, as he shut up.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed,” V said. You looked at him confused, “Why?” “I have another gift.” A brow was raised in his direction. He just gestured at you, waiting patiently. “You’re acting pretty sus not gonna lie, but ok.” Your eyes fluttered shut. Time seemed to pass by awfully slow as you waited. Not to mention, the dark that encased you as your lids closed. “V?” “I’m right here love.” You heard something untying and felt something being placed on the bed. How badly you wanted to open your eyes, but you would not betray V like that. The smoothness of his gloves grasped both of your cheeks softly. His fingers stroked them and held cupped your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut, fighting the urge to open them. What was he doing? Your breath stopped at a halt; his breath was on your lips. He’s going to kiss me! His mask is off! You swallowed nervously as you waited. That’s when you felt it.

V’s lips were rough and felt scarred. The texture was very different from your own, but you didn’t care. In fact, you cherished it. A sigh escaped your lips as your fingers clutched his cloak, pulling him closer. Teeth nibbled at your lips playfully. V’s scent filled your senses and you felt your head starting to become dizzy. You almost whined once his lips pulled away from yours. Eyes still closed, you waited for the signal to open them again. Your ears perked up as you heard the rustling of cloth and a little grunt from V. “Thank you darling, you can open your eyes again.” There were little dots and squiggles as you opened your eyes, moving in the air. You were a little sad to see the mask on again, but knew better than to press. V would give you the world, but he was still insecure about his skin. You were curious to see him, especially after the glimpse of damaged skin you had seen on his hands. But, you knew better than to ask, let alone force him to show you.

V placed his hat on the bedside table next to him. He was surprised to find you had fallen asleep, though it was quite late. He quietly shimmied out of his cloak and set his knives down on the nightstand. A sigh escaped his lips as he got into more comfortable clothing, followed by discarding his gloves on the table beside him. You had wrapped V around your finger; encasing him with your humour and your kindness. He was at your mercy. You had captivated the man who thought he could no longer feel love. Oh how wrong he was. V wrapped his arms around you and held you close. His art swelled a bit at the sleepy hum you gave him. Your head rested lightly on V’s chest and his arms snuggled you tightly. Your soft snores filled the room once again and V couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Eventually, the masked vigilante fell asleep; the comfort of your love and beauty keeping him warm at night.

#v for vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #x reader

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wizardcommune · 4 years

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trigger happy havoc students’ music taste (excluding mukuro, junko, sakura, and celeste)

warnings - none !

a/n - i don't know what i’m doing. under the cut because of the number of characters!! also i apologize for the length in some of these :(( i blanked

(pls give requests!! idrk what im doing)

makoto

makoto is an ABBA type of person

his favorites are lay all your love on me and voulez-vouz!!

he definitely got into them just because of the one time he watched mamma mia with hina during their weekly movie night

taka

i’m very biased but i think taka would listen to strawberry switchblade or arcade fire!!

angsty ishimondo taka listens to like. mitski

i bet on losing dogs and a burning hill....

byakuya

whenever he’s with other people, byakuya will say that he listens to classical music

but.

he actually listens to britney spears

makoto is the only person who knows and it’s because he found out by accident

he walked in on byakuya listening to toxic in the library and there was a beat of silence where they just. stared at each other.

makoto started singing along and byakuya left

byakuya also listens to every single song sharpay has ever sung in high school musical

kinnie

god forbid anyone finds out

mondo

mondo gives dad rock energy...

i think he’d like metal too, but dad rock just HITS

i don’t have a lot to say about this one tbh

stream if only by queens of the stone age

leon

oh god

so everyone collectively agrees he’s a shitty soundcloud rapper, right

he ONLY listens to his own music

and he’s That Bitch who plays it really loud in hopes someone will ask who the artist is

anyways it’s canon that he likes punk music right?

i think i remember him mentioning it in one of his free time events, so i’m running with that

he really enjoys the sex pistols!

hifumi

hifumi mostly listens to anime ops tbh

he has a spotify and most of his playlists are like “songs that would play when goku beats someone in a fight” ok nerd (im jk ily)

he doesn’t actually listen to it when he’s writing though! it makes it really hard to focus

whenever like idk. tank! comes on he has to bust a mf move

so normally he listens to lofi or ghibli soundtracks when writing!!!

he has probably considered fanfiction of the lofi study girl

yasuhiro

HE’S A STEVIE NICKS FANGIRL

THATS IT

sayaka

FUCK IT SAYAKA LIKES OG PARAMORE

she enjoys after laughter a lot, but like. old paramore goes so hard

i saw a video about her singing all i wanted and oh my god you’re so right

kyoko

i don’t know how to explain this one tbh

but i think she would really like gloria gaynor?

she would also enjoy billie holiday tbh

aoi

hina is that person who exclusively listens to the grease soundtrack

not like she won’t take music recommendations!!

but unless someone gives her some, she’ll be stuck listening to hopelessly devoted to you

toko

toko really likes the dresden dolls!

she also gives lowkey mcr energy?? but i never listened to them much so maybe i’m wrong

syo

oh my god ok

one time hiro played wrecking ball as a joke and syo absolutely BODIED it

so obviously syo is the mother mother stan here

she literally goes feral every time

she also really enjoys ghost and pals, to toko’s dismay

sakura

im sorry i blanked on these two!! ill edit this once i think of something

celeste

chihiro

chihiro listens to really chill bands!! their favorites would probably be temporex, sales, cavetown, jack stauber, etc.

or lofi!! i can see hifumi giving them music recs AW

#the absolute crumbs of naegami...#my work #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc headcanons

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years

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“Chasing Jessi”: A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 7: Tinkerbell & The Lost Boy

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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Sirius Black was lounging comfortably in his bunk. He hadn't even bothered to change out of the KISS shirt and black flannel pajama bottoms at this point. He was reading through a book that he'd borrowed from Jess. Contrary to popular belief... Sirius actually loved to read.

He’d rather die than admit that but he’d learned from an early age that it could easily provide an escape from his horrible daily life.

Again though, he’d rather die than admit and let someone see him doing it.

He was up rather early on a Sunday morning- something that used to be obscenely out of character before he played Quidditch. Now, it seemed that his biological clock was against him. However, it proved rather useful when wanting the shower to yourself or getting to breakfast while everyone was still in bed. He'd been to breakfast already and was currently just relaxing for he had been informed by a tired looking Lily Evans that Jess was not coming down for breakfast this morning. He had been slightly disappointed but guessed that it was because the two girls had been up late talking. He figured that girls did that just as much as boys did. Although, for Jess's sake he hoped not because James had nearly driven him mad last night by both talking about every detail of his and Lily's date and all but demanding the same from Sirius. Honestly, boys were just as bad as girls when it came to gossip.

If not worse. However, he supposed he could just try and read this ridiculous book of hers until she awoke. He had really just settled in and was beginning to immerse himself into this fantasy world when.... "Sirius!!!" His brows furrowed and he glanced over at Remus who was studying on the floor in front of his bunk but he only shrugged.

"Sirius! Ooof! Sorry! Sirius!" "What in the name of Merlin?" he pondered as he sat the book down and went to the door to see none other than his hyperactive girlfriend balancing a package on her hip and apologizing to a fourth year boy who went white as a ghost at the sight of her. "You're ...you're not supposed to be up here." the boy said. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said to him. "I'm just looking for Sirius. See, I have something I have to-" The boy was too shaken to speak. To be fair, she was still wearing her pajamas and he was a fourteen year old boy, most likely with a crush on her. And she was only wearing a big floppy yellow smiley face shirt and some rather short multi colored shorts. "Over here, love." Sirius smirk. She turned to face him with a relieved smile looking so odd with her floral cat ear headband and her big blue monster house shoes. "Thanks, anyway." she told the boy and gave him a one armed hug. Sirius almost snorted when the boy looked as if he may pass out. The poor boy probably didn't know whether he found her attractive, terrifying or strange....or all three. "What are you doing up here?" he asked her as she came to a stop in front of him, "And in your pajamas no less?" "I have something for you." she said simply but he smirked and she smacked him in the stomach, "Not that!" "Aw, and it's almost my birthday too." he moaned playfully and he opened the door and let her him. "Hello, Remus." she greeted the studious green eyed boy. "Oh, uh, hi Jess." he said a little surprised to see her there, especially in her pjs. "Remus, she beats me." Sirius wailed dramatically. "She wounds me." "If it's to your pride..." he said. "I suggest she do it some more. Your head is far too big as it is." Jess grinned in victory. Sirius gasped, "Moony, old boy, I can't believe it! Everyone's mistreating me and it's almost my birthday!" "Sirius, if you don't come sit down, then I'm going to open your present." she informed him smartly. "Present?" he asked. "What present?" "This one." she said tapping the lid of the green box. "You got me a present?" he asked curiously taking a seat on the bunk as the box lay between them. "No." she said. "Well, yes. I did. But this isn't it. This is from my mum and dad." "What?" he asked in disbelief. "From mum and dad." she repeated. "She sent a blasted howler as well. Damn near threatened my life if I opened it. So I'm guessing it's rather good and most likely involving food. Best open it sooner than later." Sirius' hands shook just a little as he pulled the box open and cringed as a howler floated out. It was that same familiar shape that he recognized as the ones Jess usually got. From previous experiences, he was expecting yelling but relaxed when he saw the letter transform and the dark wax sealed lips give him a smile. It began to speak in a soothing tone, "Hello, Dear. Happy Birthday! I do hope you have a good one this year and that you get this package in time. Jess mentioned that you had a particular liking for toffee and fudge so I do hope you like what's inside. She also mentioned that you loved music and so there is something extra special inside from my husband. He said that he wanted it to go someone who could appreciate her as he much as he did. I wasn't allowed to see so I'm trusting that it's appropriate and if it's it not, you'd best tell me so I can tan his hide! Everything is under the shrinking charm so all you need to do is use the Engorgio charm. If you have trouble with it, I would advise you to ask Lily rather than Jess. She means well but she tends to get terribly excited and...blow things up. We are so excited to see Jess making such lovely friends! She speaks very highly of you and bless your soul, you must be patient to deal with her antics! I do hope she isn't being too rough. Some of those pictures... Merlin, I feared she'd nearly kill you with that one on the broom. I've told her about that! Nevertheless, any friend of hers is a friend to us. Welcome to the family, sweet boy. Have a wonderful birthday, dear! May you have many more! P.S. Do not let my child con you out of your presents with her innocent face. I know that she 'seems' sweet but if you give in...you'll regret it. Trust me. Her father has been wrapped around her finger since she was six seconds old. " When the letter was finished it ripped itself up and turned to ash. Sirius was a little disappointed. It had been so nice...he had kind of wanted to keep it. He glanced up to find Remus looking at him curiously and Jess looking mildly offended. "She makes me sound like some kind of animal." she scoffed. "Well..." Remus smirked. "I'd say more reptilian. You do have a certain, what was it you called it Padfoot? Dragon lady...quality about you." "Remus Lupin!" she scolded him. "You are a booger head and I am not talking to you anymore!" "I have chocolate." he said lifting his brows at her and holding up a piece. "All is forgiven." she said racing over to join him. "So what did she get you?" she piped up from her spot with Remus on the floor. Sirius reached into the box to pull out a container and he smiled. "Toffee." he smiled. "Oooh!" she gushed and jumped on his bed. "That's mum homemade toffee! It's really good! She won a blue ribbons for it at the local Muggle fair!" He pulled another out and observed the white chunks with rainbow sprinkles. "Birthday cake fudge." he smiled as he read the label aloud. "It's really good." Jess nodded. "It tastes like white chocolate and cake batter. Mum makes it for Dad every year on his birthday. I bet she had to make two batches!" He pulled out a jar of something and for just a moment it made him think of firewhiskey but he smiled when he read the label. 'Sirius, dear, this is a new recipe I'm trying out. It's called Toffee Syrup. We like to put it in porridge, tea, pumpkin juice, coffee...come to think of it, anything really. I've added just a bit something special to this one. I'd love to hear what you think.' "Mum'll kill me for telling you this but it's really good you mix it with firewhiskey and put it over ice cream." Jess piped up and he lifted his brows at her. "And here I thought you were sweet and innocent." he commented. She laughed, "Sirius, we both know I'm far from either of those." He pulled out a black knitted hat. "Oh, Mum, doesn't want you to catch cold!" she wailed dramatically. "Don't cry on it." he teased. "But she stitched it with love, Sirius!" she wailed again. He resisted the urge to shove her off the bed when something caught his eye. A small black case and upon further inspection he realized that it was a guitar case. 'Engorgio.' he murmured and enlarged it before pulling the zipper open to reveal a beautiful black acoustic guitar. "Ophelia!" Jess squeaked. "What?" Sirius asked her. "It's Ophelia." she said. "It's Dad's guitar. He let me name her when I was a little girl." Sirius frowned, "Oh, maybe you should have it then." "Nah." she shook her head. "I'm rubbish at guitar. I'm a drums kind of girl...much to mum's dismay." She grinned wickedly and pretended to play the drums.

She never failed to make him laugh. He pulled it out and ran his hand over it before glancing into the case and seeing the matching strap and an envelope. He opened the envelope to reveal a small note and a silver chain with a matching guitar pick on the end. "Hello, Sirius. I hope you have a very Happy Birthday. Jess tells me that you love music along with many other things. She seems quite fond of you and speaks of you quite a lot. Which is considerably out of character for her. You have to understand that for the longest time when she wrote home...it was usually to tell us that Lily's eyebrows had grown back or that she'd was very close to finding redcap colony. Naturally, as her father, I was a little defensive about you at first. However, you seem like an alright lad and she seems to take a liking to you. Any man that will willingly let her braid rainbow colored yarn into their hair....well you're alright with me, kid. I hope you have a great birthday and you enjoy old Ophelia. P.S. If you press the guitar pick, you can record yourself. Comes in handy when you're working on songs. ' Sirius carefully sealed the letter back up and placed everything delicately back in the box. "Sirius?" Jess whispered. "You have really, really good parents." he said quietly. Remus quietly left the room, deciding it was best to give the two of them some time. "I know." she said softly. Sirius just nodded, still just slightly shaking until she placed her hand on his. "Maybe you can meet them sometime. You know, to properly welcome you to the family and all." she said. There was more to that statement than either of them were willing to talk about at that moment. Grey eyes caught green and they just stared for a moment. She decided to break the tension with some comedy. "Mum may be swayed by your charms but I will not being giving you your present from me until it's your actual birthday." she said. "You got me a present?" he questioned. "Yes, and I'm not telling so don't even try!" she scolded as she stuck her finger in his face. He smirked at her challenge as he carefully placed the box underneath his bed and grabbed her ankle. "Not even if I do...." he trailed off as he hovered above her neck. "This." She bit her lip when his lips caressed her skin. "No!" she cried out. "Don't use your tricks!" "How about here?" he asked kissing her nose. "Never." she whispered. "Alright." he said. "But I think I'll try one more." "I'll never surrender, Captain Hook!" she called out, grinning wickedly as she saw her book on his bed side table. "Now, now Tinkerbell. Let's not be rash." he teased. "Now give me some of that pixie dust." She erupted into a fit of giggles, "Sirius Black, Lord of the Cheeseballs!" He tickled her relentlessly, "Surrender!" "Never!" she said rolling out from underneath him and racing into the halls, "Lost Boys, unite! We have to defend ourselves against the terrible Captain Hook!" The muggleborns got it, thought it was weird, but go it. Everyone...just kind of wrote it off as Jess being Jess. And James Potter stood at the foot of stairs looking at his friend with an odd expression on his face. "What?" Sirius asked. James shook his head. "Nothing. It's just...you two are clearly into some weird things." he said. Sirius laughed and shoved his friend along into his room. The thing was...he didn't mind her little games. He loved them almost as much as he did her.

Chapter Six

Chapter Eight

Hello, loves! How do we feel about Sirius’ early bday present from Jess’ parents? How are we liking their relationship so far?

I’d love to what you think! Please feel free to hit up the ask box, blast the comment section or reblog with your thoughts and feelings! Next chappie coming soon!

All my love darlings!

Kenny

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Love, Kenny

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years

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what if early into their relationship before they made it official faust took faith to a friends party, maybe he’s being an ass and telling everyone that they’re not together together so he leaves her on her own a bit to get a beer or to talk to an old flame and she just comes running to him a mess and wanting to go home, maybe some guy tried to make a move on her but wasn’t taking no for an answer & got rough with her. would he comfort her? feel guilty? realise his feelings? murder the guy?

**warning: mentions of drugs, alcohol, partying etc.**

Faust wrestled with himself on this one. He’s not sure if she can withstand a night around his buddies. But she won’t let up. Faith wants to go to a party. She’s old enough to make her own decisions, and the taste of rebellion she got with Faust had her wanting to push the limit.

Faith lied to her mom and dad about where she was going that night. She made up a fake friend, named her Jessica, and asked if she could stay out since it was Friday night and she wasn’t in high school anymore. After much negotiation and a few bats of her lashes, she got permission to leave the house for the evening.

They met at the corner of her street. Faith couldn’t risk her father peering out the window to see her catching up with a guy like him, so the crosswalk at the funeral home became their spot. Faith circled around the building and found Faust smoking in the parking lot, waiting for her.

Faust had low expectations of the night ahead. His friends were crazy, and he warned her it wouldn’t be anything like the punch-chips-and-parent parties she was probably used to. If Faith could hold her own among the chaos, she’d impress him.

She assured him several times she wasn’t as delicate as she seemed, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt, and toted her along with him to a house party.

At first, nobody heckled Faust for bringing a girl along. Normally, females showed up in packs, and the guys took turns picking them off until the alcohol ran dry and everyone skulked away to fuck. But nobody could ever hold a girlfriend down for long enough to show up at a party with one. Seeing the tall, introverted drummer with a girl like Faith rose eyebrows.

As the night matured, somebody gathered enough balls to ask Faust if he planned on fucking the girl next to him. Faust stayed demure, smirking to himself while Faith picked at her fingernails. When he stood up, her eyes followed him, turning wide with trepidation as he left the room to find a refill on his beer. Then the flies came buzzing.

First, it was the guy who asked if they were fucking. He plopped down next to her rather close on the couch and leaned over until she could smell the stale alcohol on his breath.

“Why you wasting time with Faust? You wanna come back to my place and have a really good time?”

“No, thanks. I came with him, and I’ll be leaving with him too,” Faith said.

“Pffft, fuck you, bitch!” Droplets of the man’s spit touched her face, and she scooted down the couch, turning her shoulders in and hoping Faust would come back soon. “Aw, what? You don’t like me?”

He chased her down the couch until she couldn’t move any farther. Another guy with long blond hair came in and noticed the girl on the couch cowering from his friend.

“Who’s this? Haven’t seen you around before, little lass,” the blond said.

Faith stood up and felt her head spin. Woozy from the smoke drifting through every room, she took in several deep breaths and dodged questions as they slung.

“Where ya goin’, honey?” Someone called after her.

She went down the hall, stopping at an open door to look for Faust, finding two people making out on a mattress instead. Apologizing for the intrusion, Faith kept on until she spotted a rather tall guy with long black hair and a leather jacket. Faith reached to tap on his shoulder, but the person who turned around was not who she was looking for.

“Who brought their kid?”

“Who’s that?”

“What is she wearing?”

Faith didn’t know if the voices were talking about her or if she only picked up on bits and pieces of conversation, and in her anxious mind, wove them into insults against her. Darting her eyes about, she didn’t notice many people staring, but that did little to convince her she wasn’t horribly out of place.

Finally, she found Faust out in the garage, smoking with several other guys who looked just like him. They all noticed her at once, cocking their heads at the unfamiliar girl who stumbled in. All except Faust, who watched her until she descended the steps and didn’t stop until she was at his side, pressing close to his elbow.

“Um, hi. I wasn’t sure where you went,” she murmured as his friends picked up the conversation without him.

He waggled his fresh beer bottle. “Sorry, just went to get a drink. Why? What’s up?”

Faith scoffed. “What’s up? I don’t know, you just left me in a weird room with some guy.”

He was about to laugh when he noticed the genuine fear in her eyes. It was a mistake to bring her; he decided. She wasn’t like the trashy girls his friends were used to hanging around. Faith was pretty—too pretty and too nice to be left alone in a den of slurring idiots.

Like a magnet, Faith clung to his side for the next thirty minutes as he talked music gear with his buddies. When she sighed and let her eyes wander the garage, Faust noticed, and cut himself out of the circle.

“What, are you not having a good time?” He asked.

“No, I am. I just don’t know anyone.”

Faust smirked. “Don’t lie. You’re not having a good time. You even left your drink inside.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t want to go back in there by myself. Yeah, I know, I’m a pussy—”

“It’s fine. It’s getting late, anyway. We should hitch a ride with my friend and get out of here.”

She panicked. “Uh, well, I can’t really go home. I told my parents I was at a sleepover. So they won’t expect me home until morning at least.”

The smirk overtaking his mouth spread into a sly smile. Faust popped his eyebrows up, biting his lip before taking a swig of beer. “Don’t worry, we can go back to my place. But I don’t have an extra bed or couch though. So... It’s up to you.”

Faith stayed quiet until they entered his apartment and went straight to his bedroom. He could tell she was nervous, far too nervous for him to take any pleasure in an attempt at seduction. It wasn’t the right time.

She fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater, taking in the posters covering most of the blue paint on the walls. Half the band logos were illegible, but the pictures interested her. Or she pretended they did to play off her nerves.

“I’m not gonna try to sleep with you or anything.”

Faith turned toward him, already stripped of his jacket, hoodie and bullet belt. All that remained was a black t-shirt and his jeans. She admired the denim clinging to his legs and noted the first time she saw his bare arms. To her surprise, he had no tattoos to speak of.

“Oh... You’re not? Isn’t that why you invited me back here?”

“You’re the one who said you had to stay out all night, and it was pretty obvious you weren’t having a blast at the party. So... Yeah. Not gonna try an’ fuck you. I don’t put that kind of pressure on women. Ever.”

“Seriously?” She chuckled.

He did not return her sentiment. “Fuck no. The only thing you rightfully own in this world is your body.”

It was clear Faust drew his lines somewhere, and she respected the moral parameters he set for himself so far. So much so, she longed to go to him and wrap her arms around his waist. He stood there, eyebrows knit together, assuring her he wanted nothing to do with her physically, and all she wanted was to kiss him.

He let her get into bed first so he could turn off the light and pad across the room after her. They said their goodnights, and he rolled over to face away from her.

“Faust?” She murmured after a minute of silence.

“Yeah?”

Faith scooted closer to him, cuddling into his back. His hair smelled nice, and the warmth of his body made her feel ways she had never felt before.

“I know you said all that stuff about not wanting to do anything, but... What if I want to?”

He rolled over at once. “You don’t.”

“I do. I mean... Eventually. With you.”

Silence followed, and Faith worried she’d pissed him off.

“Yeah, I know you do.”

“Do you want to... With me?”

“Maybe,” said Faust.

“Just maybe?”

“If I kiss you, will you stop talking after?”

“Yes,” she peeped.

He found her in the dark, hand coasting down her back to rest at the base of her spine, pulling her closer. Their lips met once, slowly, twice, three times, then she came too close to his groin, and he flinched away.

“I’m not getting handsy with you either. Just take it easy,” he told her.

“You’re seriously not going to try anything?” Faith asked.

“You said you’d stop talking if I kissed you. So, why are you still talking?”

“Sorry!” She said. “I just don’t understand you.”

“Good. Now keep it in your pants.”

Faust went against everything Faith had ever learned about boys. Why was he hellbent on turning her down? There had to be a reason, and she wanted to know why. He kissed her one last time before forcing her to roll over to face the wall.

He knew what he was doing, and it was working.

#faust stuff #faust x faith #tw weed #tw drugs

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crimefightingspiderguy · 4 years

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kiss me

Part IV to the series, i want you to want me.

Summary: An accidental kiss can lead to some confusing times.

Warnings: I guess spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming? But if you haven’t seen that yet, get to it, hop along.

Pairings: Peter Parker x best friend!reader

Word count: 1,580

A/N: I hope you enjoy the finale to this mini series!

Peter and you parted ways as he made his way to go do his Spider-Man patrol, and you headed home. It wasn’t until you’d gotten home that you realized that you never brought your chemistry textbook back from Peter’s when you studied at his house last week. The two of you usually shared his copy in class, since he kept it in his locker, and your copy at home, making it easier than having to lug unnecessary weight back and forth. You let your dad know you’d be heading to Peter’s so you could get your book back, and you were on your way. You were sure Peter wasn’t back yet, but it was getting close to dinner, so it should be soon. Regardless, aunt May would let you in no question. When you got there, you could smell something burning, and you knew that aunt May was attempting a new recipe. You knocked on the door, and waited, she quickly opened it and greeted you on the other side.

“(Y/N)! To what do I owe the pleasure? It can’t be Peter, he’s out at his Stark internship.”

“May, I smelt your cooking all the way back at my place, and I came as quick as I could to make sure I was the first to get to taste the delicacy.” She rolled her eyes at you, and motioned for you to come in.

“I’m trying a new recipe, but clearly it’s not working out because it smells awful. But maybe, that’s what it’s supposed to smell like!”

“I’m sure that’s the problem!” You agreed enthusiastically, then quickly turned to hide your wide eyes and face of disgust at the smell. “I’m just here to grab my book real quick, I left it here last week and need it for the homework.” You began heading towards Peter’s room.

“Sounds good, but don’t be spooked if Peter randomly comes through the window, he’s been coming up the fire escape after his internship because he’s embarrassed about the uniform Stark is making him wear.” She chuckled.

“I bet it’s a real show stopper” You smirked.

You began searching in Peter’s desk for your textbook. You had your back turned to the window, so you hadn’t even noticed when Peter opened the window. He was crawling on the ceiling, and slowly shut the door. This caught your attention, and you looked around. He jumped down behind you, landing on his desk.

“Boo”. He whispered in your ear.

“Jesus Christ Peter!” You turn around and smack his arm.

“I see you’re still easily spooked.” He smirked as he climbed off the desk.

“It’s been a day since you scared me last, of course I’m still jumpy!” You laughed. “Anyway, before I have a heart attack, do you know where my Chemistry textbook is?”

“Oh yeah, I was reading it and fell asleep so it’s under my bed. I’m gonna change really quick, before May catches me.” You nod and make your way over to the bed, get on the floor and grab your book from below. Just then, the smoke alarm went off and you heard aunt May curse as she pulled a chair over to it to turn it off. You jumped up, chuckling at her, and you looked over at Peter to crack a joke with him about how one day his aunt would inevitably burn the place down. You stopped when you noticed he was entirely naked besides his boxers.

“Shit Pete, when’d you get buff?” You asked. You’d seen him like this before when you’d gone to a community pool with him, but not recently, and you were genuinely surprised. He blushed at your comment and shrugged,

“I guess when I became Spider-Man.” You nodded, about to respond when you heard aunt May heading towards the room laughing. Peter was basically naked, a crumpled Spider-Man suit on the floor. You didn’t know what came over you, but you reacted so quickly. You grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed. You quickly jumped on his lap, straddling him, and kissed him. Aunt May opened the door chuckling about her mistake still,

“Well dinner’s burnt… Oh my.” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw you and Peter. You quickly scrambled off his lap and to the opposite side of the bed, both of you beet red with blush. You quickly got up, grabbed your textbook and rushed towards the door.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you.” You waved, quickly exiting the apartment. You honestly had no idea what came over you. You knew you had to distract May from Peter’s suit on the ground, and you weren’t sure how to go about it with him being half-naked. The only explanation for the nakedness you could come up with quickly was kissing him. You felt awful. Not only did you not ask him if it was cool if you did it, but you just left him to explain to May. The only thing that felt right about it was that she definitely wouldn’t be talking about anything else, and she above all else would not notice the suit carelessly thrown on the ground by Peter.

Your phone binged, and you dreaded looking at it. Hoping it wasn’t Peter.

P: “Can you call me later?”

You sigh, and you turned off your phone. You didn’t want to talk about it until you came up with a good reason for your actions. You knew you couldn’t avoid Peter forever, but you could at least try. All night, the only thing you could think about was how wrong you were to have put Peter in that position, and you knew that at school you’d have to apologize, and face the music. You hoped things wouldn’t be awkward for too long. Peter on the other hand was completely okay with what had happened, he knew your mind well enough to know you probably panicked and that was your solution to distract May and explain him begin naked. He wasn’t mad in the slightest, and he actually just wanted to know that the two of you were cool since you ran off so quickly, and weren’t answering your phone.

The next day you asked your dad to drive you to school on his way to work. You wanted to avoid Peter until it was impossible to do so. So, you didn’t turn on your phone until your drive to school, and you drove instead of taking the bus with Peter. When you turned your phone back on your notifications from Peter came in.

P: “Hey, can we talk?”

P: “I just wanna make sure you’re good.”

P: “At least tell me if you got home safely.”

*2 missed calls from “spider-boi 🕷”*

P: “I’m guessing you fell asleep or shut your phone off to study, so I’ll see you in the morning I guess. Goodnight!”

P: “Hey, are you meeting me at the bus stop?”

P: “Did you sleep in or are you still ignoring me?”

P: “I’m gonna get on the bus, but if you don’t text me back I’m calling you at lunch then banging on your door after school’s out.”

You sighed and reluctantly texted him back,

Y: “I’m alive, I promise. Slept in, wasn’t feeling well. Dad’s driving me, see you in gym class.”

When you looked up from your phone you saw that your dad had stopped, and was being directed by an officer to take the side street. There was a huge explosion that happened at Mr. Delmore’s. You remembered when you kissed Peter, you smelt smoke in his hair, but you assumed it was from May’s cooking. You wondered if he was there when it happened.

When you got to school you rushed to your locker and put your stuff away, hoping to not bump into Peter in the halls. You had one class without Peter before lunch and that was band. Since he dropped it at least. You quickly rushed to the band room and began setting up and tuning your flute. You nervously shook your foot and dreaded each tick of the clock bringing you closer to facing Peter. After the bell rang, indicating band was over and it was time to head to gym, you slowly packed away your instrument and music sheets. You took your time changing in the locker room, and eventually dragged yourself out to the gym floor.

“(Y/N)! Finally, I was so worried about you last night!” Peter rushed over to you, a look of relief on his face as he brought you in for a hug, that you hesitantly returned. “What’s the matter?” He asked as he pulled away and you took your seats in the back of the bleachers, getting ready for the day’s instructions.

“I’m sorry I kissed you, I don’t know what came over me or why I did it, I just panicked and wanted an explanation for why you were almost naked in the room with me for May and it just sort of happened. Please don’t hate me.” You rushed out everything you’d been telling yourself you’d say to Peter when you finally had to confront him. He just chuckled.

“I understand why you did it, and I could never hate you. And as far as first kisses go, that wasn’t too bad.” He winked at you, trying to make you laugh and feel better about the situation.

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here’s the other jolyne fic i’ve been working on since like.,,, early november/late october? it’s long. boy howdy is it long. but it’s soft! hopefully!

jolyne x fem s/o – delicate

You and Jolyne have a late night adventure.

what’s on the menu: 4.8k words, fluff AND smut that i like to call “sugar, spice, and everything nice!”, tender emotions, eating out (no-pun-intended), and a jolyne who loves to tease. because i’m gay.

“-and then, you wouldn’t believe it, she ACTUALLY ate it.”

“No joke?” “No joke.” Jolyne promises with a smirk, slurping down the last of her soda and setting the now empty cup down on the table gingerly. She leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth as best she can, turning her head to look out the window with a sigh and observing the dimly lit empty parking lot outside.

The tacky fast food joint you and your girlfriend were holed up in was never super busy, and 1 AM on a Friday morning was obviously no exception. Not that either of you had anything to complain about; being the only people in the small establishment just meant anything you talked about was between the two of you and whatever poor employee overheard your wild conversations.

You watch as she reaches her arms above her head to adjust one of her buns and brush a section of her bangs out of her face. The hem of her already short shirt rides up past her belly button, revealing faint abs and stopping just before the shelf of her chest, and the muscles in her strong arms flex as she tugs her hair into place. You stick your straw in your mouth in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from staring.

It was futile, really — you knew that. The pink blush already dusting your cheeks was all Jolyne needed to even decide you’d been staring, and of course she took advantage of it immediately. A whisper of a grin crosses her features before she gives an exaggerated yawn and stretches both arms far above her, even leaning back in her booth slightly for emphasis, earning you an excellent view for just a moment.

“Aw, well,” she sighs, a low grunt forming in her throat once she brings her arms back down, “that wasn’t a totally shitty midnight snack, but we can’t stay here all night.”

“Do we...need to go home now?” you ask softly as Jolyne slides out from her side of the booth and cocks an eyebrow. “I mean. Not really? But plush blankets sound better than pleather burger joint seats...” “No! I didn’t — I didn’t mean we stay here, I just meant… I’m not really ready to go back yet, is all.”

There wasn’t anything wrong with home; frankly, you preferred being home far more than anywhere else around. And since home, lately, had been ‘Jolyne’s place while her dad was away for work’, well…it was safe to say home was more than ideal.

There was just something about the liminal late-night-early-morning hours that soothed your heart. It felt like time stopped once the sun set, possibilities were suddenly endless, nothing stood between you and living a little.

It was freedom --- freedom you relished in, and freedom you wanted to share with the love of your life.

Jolyne gives a short, breathy chuckle, taking your hand as you leave your booth before dropping a satin kiss on your cheek and fishing her keys out from her pants pocket with the other. “Fair enough. I’ve got somethin’ I wanna do, anyway,” she says fondly, then gives your hand a squeeze as the two of you head back to the car.

You have no idea what she has in mind. All your prodding and pleading is met with a quick smile and glance as your girlfriend works through the streets towards the edge of town, music turned up to a comfortable volume and the windows rolled down just so.

Knowing further questions are pointless, you shift your attention to watching lights outside roll by, muttering the words of whatever dorky pop song was playing on the static-ridden radio under your breath. Jolyne all too often catches herself looking past her shoulder to your spot on the passenger side, sometimes for maybe a bit too long. The way your hair whips back in the breeze of the open window and the way your eyes squint on occasion pulls on her heartstrings, a loving ache building up in her chest as she watches you by the light of passing street lamps. You were so, so dear to her, and you drove her crazy with the tiniest of gestures, intended or not.

She grins wide, turning her attention back to the road fully to turn onto a gravelly road only labeled “Orange Gardens Park” and reaches over to place her hand on your thigh. “Almost there, baby. Look familiar?” she says, her voice a song on the wind as she gives the swell of your leg a loving squeeze.

It was familiar — this was the same park she dragged you out to the night she’d kissed you by something that seemed like an accident, the night she fessed up her love and you’d found yourselves closer with each other than ever. The sentiment makes your breath catch in your throat, and your mind fogs up with the memory as you follow her out of the car to find somewhere to settle.

———

“That is NOT Orion. Lookit — no belt.” “....whatever. It’s close enough. We’ll call him… Orion II.”

Jolyne snorts, rolling into to your side as the two of you lay in the grass on the blanket she kept in her car for picnics and random adventures like these. She drapes her arm over your abdomen and presses yet another kiss against your cheek, this time yawning in your ear and kissing the corner of your jaw. “You’re hilarious, baby. A real riot. One helluva comedian.” she muses sleepily, then nuzzles her face against the side of your neck.

You feel your heart warm as you relish in the gentle comfort of feeling her breath against your skin, and the softness of her teasing voice. It was a different kind of teasing from the feisty jabs she usually directed towards others, this kind instead tinted with a quiet adoration.

The warmth in your chest washes over the rest of your body as you shift your shoulder under Jolyne’s head and bring your arm around her back to run your hands through her hair, thankful she’d taken her usual buns out before laying down with you. You loved how cute they were on her, but you felt bad trying to maneuver your fingers through the taut strands between them. It never hurt her — you just figured it was uncomfortable. Jolyne leans into the gesture, sighing happily and gently brushing her thumb across your stomach a couple times.

Shit. She really was something else.

The calm stillness of the night and the comfort of Jolyne next to you tempt you towards sleep, and the only thing that whisks it away is a whisper breaking the quiet between you.

“...you’re wonderful. Y’know that, right? Do I say it enough?” she murmurs, voice cracking slightly from trying to hold a low volume.

Jolyne wasn’t exactly known for being romantic or delicate, but you and anyone close to her knew she could be as sweet as she is tough and spontaneous. Loud grocery store trips with you had the same place in her heart as holding you in bed, heart raw with emotion merely over the bond you shared. Today just must’ve been one of those days.

“Only multiple times everyday,” you giggle, rolling on your side to face her better and pressing a kiss to her nose before she can stop you.

“Noooo, listen, you mean the world to me. Honestly. I...I dunno what I’d do without you, and I don’t like thinkin’ about it. You just get me, and you make me happy, a-and when I’m with you there’s this grip around my heart that makes me wanna do anything and everything for you.” She sounded almost shy; she did frequently express her love, but rarely ever in such a raw manner. “Oh, Jojo....” You think for a moment, trying to find words to match hers. “You’re so comforting to be around, and you’re always so enthusiastic and determined and I feel li-” You’re interrupted by the force of soft, waxy lips smushed against your own, the shock of it almost knocking the wind out of you. She tastes faintly of her cherry coke from earlier, and the scent of bubblegum lipstick and the jasmine perfume she steals from you clouds around her like a sweet mist. It’s messy at first, the grogginess of you both not exactly mixing well, but that doesn’t last long.

There’s a pause, and Jolyne pulls away with a soft apology for the sudden gesture then props herself up on her elbow and rolls you off your side and onto your back for ease of access.

She plants a light kiss to your forehead, then scoots in closer to the side of you of you gingerly, one arm sitting to the side of your head to hold herself up while the other cups your face. You lean into her hand and sigh happily, losing yourself to the romance of it all.

Her laying over you like this always did something to you --- it was so incredibly tender and intimate, her soft gaze ever-adoring, both of you finding comfort and warmth in each other’s eyes. And simply by the gentle smile on her face, you could tell she was thinking something along the same lines.

She leans in after a bit with renewed energy, the glaze over her eyes washing away as she breaks from her own romantic thoughts, and ruffles your hair as she kisses your lips. It starts as a handful of small smooches, but quickly melts into something more like a make out session.

“Mm, Jojo,” you mumble between sugary kisses, earning her attention, “where’s all this coming from? You were falling asleep mere moments ago.” She pulls away, and you faintly see her roll her eyes in the pale starlight before a more crooked grin spreads across her face, and the hand cupping your cheek moves down to rest on your stomach.

God, she was so cute.

“Dunno. Guess you just tend to have that effect on me, babe. C’mere, I’m not done,” she whispers. Her voice is laced with sleepy romance as she brings your mouths together again, struggling through her wide smile.

Her teeth graze against your bottom lip in a gentle bite. The hand on your stomach eventually roams elsewhere, first dropping to trace underneath the waistband of your pants and pausing when you whine in response. Jolyne breaks away from your kiss, pride written plainly on her flushed face, hand drawing back up slightly. A brief, teasing laugh falls from her mouth at your reaction, and you suddenly feel very hot.

“Whoops. How’d that happen?”

The question isn’t genuine, of course. She knew how to push your buttons, and she knew just when to push them. It turns out all of the love talk and minute gestures tonight had you feeling a stir somewhere deep inside yourself — and as far as you could guess, Jolyne was feeling it too.

She looks towards her hand as she scruffs the faint tuft of hair beneath your belly button, humming with fond satisfaction and muttering a quiet “so cute” under her breath, and you watch with careful curiosity as she sits up. Jolyne shakes her arms out a bit, then turns and stretches her leg over you, situating herself on the lower part of your torso and locking you in a straddle. She rocks ever so slightly, aiming to get comfy, and heats up at the feeling of your raised knees pressing your thighs against her back. Ginger hands brush hair from your face, and Jolyne looks thoughtful as she stares down at you.

“Is this, uh. Is this alright? Comfy? W-We can go sit in the car instead, or just skip it altogether, it’s just,” she breathes, somewhat fragile, followed by a weak laugh punctuated by her hands holding yours yet again, “I can’t seem to keep my hands off tonight.”

You flush, and only muster a nod before Jolyne is upon you, a soft smile almost immediately gracing her features as she leans down to kiss your forehead and slides her hands up your sides, thumbs firmly pressing into the underside of your breasts, and you decide you don’t regret not wearing a bra before going out earlier. She gives them a gentle push, and you feel slick between your thighs when she pulls your shirt up to your shoulders. You groan ever so quietly, and Jolyne - bright eyes taking in every bit of you, loving your reactions - almost growls at the sound.

She mostly delights herself in just admiring your body, at first. You feel rightfully exposed under her gaze, but in a way that you welcome warmly. She traces every contour of your body with her curious, fiery gaze, frequently coming to rest on your chest. The hunger in her eyes in undeniable and, damn, was it hot.

“Look at you, baby. I live for all this,” she praises after a beat, and her hand drags over your sternum and then slides a finger down the valley of your chest. You shudder at the sensation, your back arching in a small wave. She grins once again, then runs her hand back up your sides and across your collarbones, slow and tantalizing. “You’re just so gorgeous and sensitive… ooh, and I bet you’re dripping wet already, too, huh? Just from having my hands on you?”

Fuck, that got you.

Your hand, resting lightly on her hip, tenses some and it does not go unnoticed.

“Wh-What on earth makes you think you already have me that bothered,” you grumble, practically posing a statement instead of a question. In truth, you weren’t sure how to respond to her — but you could make a pretty good guess, considering how your time together had been going. She had you wrapped around her pretty fingers. “You’ve barely started. It’s been mostly sappy talk till now.”

Jolyne cocks her brow, then scoffs as lovingly as one can. “I know how you are, cutie. You make short work of yourself waaay before I can really touch you,” she stops for a moment, then something crosses her face before asking, smug and unrelenting, “Now, is that an invitation for me to investigate?” Her shoulder rolls slightly to reach back, threatening to search for your core somewhere beneath her.

Without thinking, you shift a little under her and make a desperate grab for her hand to fill the now-chilly empty space on your chest again before she can make it very far. A dangerous smirk spreads over her face.

“Ooh, needy. So that’s how it is today, hmm?” she taunts, bringing her hand forward again and ghosting a thumb over your hardening nipples. She rubs a gentle circle over it a couple times, then finishes it off with a sturdy pinch, tugging somewhat. You gasp and buck hopelessly up into her, not finding pressure in the right spot, then you force your hand up to place it over hers as you wince. Jolyne laughs a little, touching your cheek fondly with her other hand. She intertwines her fingers with the hand holding yours for a moment, then lowers herself to your neck.

Jolyne presses a few kisses thereabout, kneading and groping your chest arrhythmically and chuckling when you whine and whimper, then ducks down to wrap color-smudged lips around one of your nipples and sucks gently. You feel her teeth graze the bud on occasion, and every now and then she’ll tease you with the tip of her tongue or push you closer with a soft yet definitive bite. Sometimes she draws away just to kiss or suck on the warm skin around your areola; never enough to seriously bruise, but not rarely leaving a mark. Whichever breast isn’t occupied by her mouth at the time receives the gentle brushing of her thumb over the blossomed bud. She has you hopelessly aroused, tender nipples almost aching from the attention, and you thread your fingers through her hair to get her attention.

“Jojo, I want you t— “ Shit. She looks up at you with half-lidded, gorgeous eyes and terribly smeared lipstick, moving the attention away from your sore breast after a couple reassuring kisses to any marks she left, and it catches you completely off guard.

“Hmm? You want what, babe? Do I need to back o-”

“No! N-No, please don’t stop, it’s just. I want you to…y’know.”

“I do not, no. But I could probably guess,” Wryly, Jolyne kisses you and brushes her thumb over your lips. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby girl, just in case?”

You never had a way with words, and trying to figure out how to tell her to do such lewd things, to touch you more, to eat you out, to slide those beautiful long fingers in you and give you what you need proved to be…well. Difficult, to say the least.

“C-Can you…” Nope. “I need-” Also no. “...touch me?” Yikes.

Jolyne was never big on torturing you, or even being degrading — she loved you a bit too fondly to go that far — but suddenly, you just seemed to be asking for a fair taunting.

“I’m already touching you, sweetheart. C’mon, just tell me.”

You breathe deep, wanting to complain that she knows what you mean, as Jolyne encouragingly strokes your cheek, then grabs your breast and gives your nipple a pinch yet again. A huffy whine escapes your lips, your back arching again just so. Jolyne looks amused.

“I...want your hands on me. I-In me. And I want you to…taste me?”

She raises her eyebrows and smirks. “You want me to taste you?” she asks, pressing for details, “Why, that could mean anything.” With a smug look coating her face, she kisses your cheek. “You taste alright there-”

She was driving you crazy. “Jolyne! Just- just….e-eat me out, please?”

Jolyne looks far too delighted as she kisses your lips one last time and scoffs, a smile still gracing her features. “Pfft. Whore.” Then, thoughtfully, “That makes two of us though.”

You laugh at that, short and distracted. Part of you hated how turned on the whore comment made you; the other part knew that, given the situation, it didn't matter that much. Jolyne eases herself down, settling her hips between your knees after tugging your pants down and off your legs. She presses two fingers against you, feeling you through your underwear, then grins and bites her lip. “Oh my god, you’re adorable. I was right. So, so wet already, huh?”

Knowing her, she was twice as soaked as you were.

Jolyne tugs the fabric of your dampened underwear to the side. She swipes her finger up your entrance a couple times, loving the warmth and wetness of your folds. You were so ready for her, and she loved being the cause for all your pleasure. You feel her thigh and hip tremble slightly farther down your body. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

She slides that same finger in slowly, your sex taking her entirely too easily, and after a couple pumps she slips another in and presses her thumb to your clit. You can only gasp, hand darting to her head and gripping a fistful of her hair. Jolyne groans and looks up to your face.

“Someone’s having fun,” she practically sings. Her fingers curl just so and search for that spot that absolutely wrecks you; and Jolyne knows damn well when she finds it.

Your thighs tense and you can't stop the moan falling from your lips, followed only by a breathy whine. Her fingers working a bit rougher at the sound, Jolyne winces and pants somewhat. “That’s a good girl, yes please, baby doll,” she says dreamily. Her mind was getting ever so hazy, and she was hopelessly wet from watching you squirm and hearing every noise you made.

You feel her buck into nothing between your legs upon hearing another of your moans and the lewd, sloppy sounds of her fingers pumping through you, and she's shifting uncomfortably for a moment after. Through lidded eyes, you watch her pull her fingers out, suck on them briefly, then take a moment to bring her hand to her own region and grind against it briefly.

“God, if I had my strap,” she huffs, voice dripping with lust as she finally pulls your underwear down and off, then settles in once more with her head at your waist, “it would be Smashville for you, babe. One way ticket.”

You laugh through labored breaths and roll your eyes, then spread your legs and reach forward to touch her head. “Th-That's the lamest thing you’ve ever said,” you mutter. Her fine hands slide under you, rounding the space between your thighs and ass. She winks up at you and bumps her shoulders in a half shrug. “And yet, here you are, still seconds from doing the splits ‘cuz your legs are so wide.”

…She had a point.

Jolyne breathes deep, then presses a handful of slow, full kisses to your inner thighs, inching closer towards your entrance with each one but never quite getting close enough. Each kiss drives you closer to an invisible edge, and you squirm and gasp when she pauses right next to your slot to kiss even deeper before moving to the other thigh. It’s obvious Jolyne is smiling more and more as she goes along; your heart swells at the intimacy of it all.

Just as she inches close again, you groan loud and gasp her name, and your legs shift to make room for her face, expecting her to move on. A beat skips, and Jolyne suddenly makes a frustrated noise and presses her face into one of your thighs. It’s oddly endearing, but still startling and concerning, and you have to stop the giggle in your throat to check on her.

“J-Jojo, is everything-”

Another groan.

Then, a muffled something.

“...what?”

She tilts her head to look at you from your thigh, a smile spread from ear to ear. “You’re just so fucking cuuute! Shit dude, I dunno, I haven’t even gotten that far and I’m trying to focus on going down on you, but you keep being adorable and I can’t stop smiling! Cut it out!”

Of course that’s a problem.

“What? I didn't do-”

One of Jolyne’s hands slip out from under you, dramatically covering her mouth as she rolls to one side somewhat, her eyes squinting shut. She moans out loud through her hand, whiny and mocking. “‘Mm, Jolyne! Oh, ahh, no, Jojo, please!’”

“I do NOT sound like that.” you grumble, flushed face heating up further at her theatrics.

“You literally just did it, baby. Not to mention -- I am very acquainted with what you sound like.” She looks more proud of herself than she ever has before, then her face softens as she slips her hand back around your thigh and preps herself to enter again. “Ready, sweetheart?” she asks, patting your leg somewhat and kissing under your belly button.

You nod, aching to finally feel her tongue against you. Jolyne takes a breath, then presses a light kiss to your clit followed by a dart of her tongue. Electricity courses through you, but before you can process it further, she continues. Her tongue laps just against the outside of your folds, faint and gentle and teasing, and it has you shuddering and gripping the blanket laid out on the grass.

One, two, three more light licks, the best kisses she can manage along the vertical, a brief kiss then suckle on your clit. When you jerk in her direction, she gives your clit just a couple more indulgent small, quick licks. Her hands grip your hips as she angles your pelvis up just enough and draws you closer to her.

You feel your mind pass the hazy stage and go straight to absent as Jolyne finally dips her tongue in you, the shallow depth entirely too exciting. She grunts and moans, something that sounds like it got mixed with a snicker on the way out, and you move to grab her hair again. The work her tongue is doing has you feeling like you're on another planet.

Each incoherent shape made with the flicks of her tongue, each break for a long, slow lick, each time her nose bumps your clit-- they drive you mad. Anytime you moan than a whisper or call her name you feel Jolyne fight a smile. She hits a particularly good stroke and you cry out louder than you anticipate, and when she sends vibrations through you with the snicker she lets out by accident you feel twice as wet as you did before.

Somewhere in you, a familiar string is tightening. You gather the strength to give Jolyne’s head an encouraging rub then clutch her hair again. “H-Hey, Sir Laughs-A-Lot, I’m close-” you manage, your breath heavy. Jolyne hums a response, then pulls herself slightly closer to get in deep. You throw your head back and your thighs clench and you do your best to not squeeze them together and smother Jolyne between your legs as you come hard. Jolyne gives a couple slow, long licks to help you ride your climax out before planting one last small kiss against your folds and pulling herself away from your sex.

Lust and exhaustion lid her darkened eyes, your arousal coating her entire chin. She gives you a wet kiss, then wipes her face with the corner of the blanket and collapses on top of you with her head on your chest. You were both exhausted in the best way possible, and the feeling of Jolyne’s fingers gingerly rubbing your collarbone as she sighs dreamily makes you feel like you could fall asleep right in this park.

“You did so well, Jojo. Thanks,” you whisper against her hair. You feel her cheek push against your chest in a smile. “Thank you,” Jolyne mutters back, “for the meal. Everything was delicious, chef.”

Oh god. “If you ever talk about my pussy like it's a five star restaurant meal again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Damn, you’re right. We don't have nearly enough money for a wedding anytime soon....” she mumbles, sighing.

You roll your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, it was really funny; you were just entirely too tired to appreciate it.

The sky above shows a different scene than you remember seeing before your….adventures. Clouds had meandered along their horizons, trudging along like ships at sea. The moon had traveled quite a bit, partially hidden by a dusky cloud, and tree frogs croak and croon from somewhere distant.

“We should probably get home,” you whisper, dragging your hand across her back and kissing her head.

Jolyne heaves a dramatic sigh and kisses your collarbone. “Yeah, I guess…I had a great time tonight, baby. Thanks for letting me drag ya out here. We should come back for a picnic or some shit another time when it's light out.” She pauses, and you feel something sly change in her before she even speaks. “We could set up somewhere kinda set apart, have our lunch...mmm, and if it was too hot out we could lose some clothes-”

Your mind falters imagining it, Jolyne’s sweating, toned body pulling her shirt off to reveal nothing more than a bra and lots of muscle, faux innocence in her eyes when she taunts you with “what’s wrong, baby girl?”, the way her hands would rest on your body after urging you to lose your clothes as well, the inevitable contact between the two of you --

“...and you would suck on these pretty tits to keep your mouth shut, and if we got caught…I mean. I’ve been arrested before. It’s not that bad. Might even be worth it.” She winks up at you as if everything she just said wasn't vile and vulgar as all hell. The horrified-yet-intrigued look on your face makes Jolyne smirk, and she pats your stomach twice before sitting up and helping you with your clothes. You gather the blanket in your arms and walk back to the car, a weird sense of calm washing over you both. Jolyne turns the key and grabs your hand, pressing a light kiss against it before putting the car into drive and starting the ride back home.

You knew you would both crash as soon as you got into bed, and in the morning you’d be too tired to do much of anything. Jolyne’s father wasn't due home for a couple of days; you’d have the house to yourselves with no concerns. You wanted to shower with her in the morning, you think, then cuddle up in comfy clothes and sit in each other's arms and Jolyne would come up with some silly game to play or turn on a cheesy horror movie. But for now, all you had was the hum of the engine, the static-ridden radio, and Jolyne’s hand in yours, and you didn't want anything more.

#'atlas this is messy' BIG oh well #jolyne cujoh #jolyne x reader #jjba #jjba fanfic #my writing #not sfw #hmmmm i like this one but nerves #'atlas this is STILL ooc' oh well #i've reread this so many times for clarity and errors askjfhbsjk

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Canyon Moon

3.2k words on a girl with a yellow guitar, a rabbit named Rabbit, and dreams of Switzerland. Harry Styles is still thinking back to the time under the canyon moon. Warnings: little teeny tiny bit of bad language if you squint.

In 2014, Harry Styles wrote a song. It was called Olivia. A bit on the nose, but she didn’t seem to mind. He sang it with his boy band. They liked it. It was a good song. He’d based it on a night he’d had in Arizona, in the United States, a few years before. It was after a small show he’d done with the boys, in Flagstaff. It was, unsurprisingly, with a girl named Olivia.

**********

She opened the show for them.

Kind of.

She was absolutely radiant - wonderful stage presence - with a sparkling smile and a musical laugh. Her guitar was yellow, and it had a little flower in the corner. She was lovely, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

They hadn’t talked much before the show, but she’d sent him a smile - that wasn’t even just to him; it’d been to the entire band, really - that had sent butterflies to his stomach and a shiver down his spine.

Which hadn’t exactly helped his pre-show jitters.

But, as always, everything had faded away onstage, and he hadn’t given it much thought until she’d been lounging around backstage afterwards and Louis was sleeping and Niall was in the loo and Liam and Zayn were doing God knows what and Harry was left on the sofa with empty air and a pretty girl.

So, naturally, with all his humour and slick confidence and smooth moves, he said, “Good show.” And she looked up, and she said, “Thanks. You too.” And then there was empty air again, and Harry was almost awkward, but then she stuck out her hand - her nails were painted yellow with little smilies on them - and said, “I’m Olivia.”

And Harry smiled, and he shook her hand, and he said, “Pleasure, Olivia. I’m Harry.”

“Well, Harry,” Olivia said, “any idea where we can get some food around here?”

Harry shook his head.

“Come with me then.” She winked. “We can go on an adventure.”

Harry grinned and followed her up to a counter with bowls set out, filled with various candies and nuts. There were two, side by side, filled with little, circular colored candies. “Skittles or M&Ms?” Harry asked.

“Hmmm…” She glanced from one bowl to the other and slid both of them closer to Harry. “I’m not a fan of M&MS,” she said, and Harry gasped dramatically, and she giggled. “Not a fan of milk chocolate. Skittles are fine, though.”

“Wow. Not a fan of M&MS. Not sure if we can be friends after that, Olivia.”

She pouted. “That’s a problem, because I think I need you to be my taste tester.”

“Taste tester, eh?” He sighed. “Well, I guess I can do that…” He picked one up and inspected it. It had a little M on it. It was an M&M. He tasted it anyway. “M&M,” he said, and he slid the bowl towards him. “Don’t worry,” he told the bowl. “I’ll protect you from the evil haters.”

Olivia laughed, and Harry had the sudden notion that her laugh sounded like music, and she said, “Why, thank you,” and slid the Skittles closer to her. “Don’t worry,” she said to the bowl, mocking Harry. “I’ll protect you from the evil milk chocolate.”

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, popping an M&M into his mouth.

“So,” Olivia sighed, grabbing a Skittle, “Where’re you guys from? Britain, I’m guessing?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. ‘re you an Arizona native?”

“Mhm. Been here all my life…” She grinned. “Like it so far?”

“Yeah. ‘s big. ‘n flat.”

She laughed, putting up a warning finger. “Careful there, London. That’s my hometown you’re talking about.” Harry smiled, held his hands up. “My bad, my bad. Just… haven’t gotten a chance to… see it much.”

She nodded. “Right, right.” She smiled, putting on mock innocence. “Say, Harry, what’re you doing this evening?” Harry shrugged, grinning. “I dunno, I guess it depends. I was kinda hoping to see more of this Arizona place, but nobody’s exactly offered…” He tilted his head, mocking curiosity. “Say, Liv, know of anybody?”

Her eyebrows jumped. “Liv, huh? Might as well take me to dinner first…”

Harry smiled and cleared his throat. “Maybe I will. Know any good spots?”

She grinned. “I just might. In fact -” She faltered, her gaze flicking behind him, and Harry frowned, glancing around. Niall had, apparently, finished in the loo, and was sauntering up to them with a smug smile on his face.

“Hello, Harry,” Niall said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Harry’s shoulders.

“Hey, Ni. Er, this is… Olivia,” Harry said. “And Olivia, this is… Niall.” Olivia smiled. “Hey, there,” she said, and Niall grinned. “A pleasure, Olivia. But, er - you’re not stealing Harry here from us, are you?”

Harry rolled his eyes, but Olivia just smirked. “Rather I’d steal you, huh?”

Niall gave an incredulous scoff. “Well, well, well.” He glanced at Harry. “Sure know how to pick ‘em, dontcha, Harry?” Harry sighed, and Niall grinned and asked Olivia, “Where’re you off to, then?” Olivia smiled. “Ever been to the Grand Canyon?” she asked, and Harry’s brows jumped as Niall oohed.

“Haven’t, actually,” Niall said.

Olivia grabbed Harry’s hand and replied, “You should go sometime, Niall. Maybe Harry will tell you what it’s like,” and pulled Harry back towards the couch. “Are you guys actually doing anything?” she asked, grabbing her guitar.

Harry hesitated, glancing back at Niall, who was giving him a double thumbs up.

“Nah. Were you serious about the Grand Canyon?”

She grinned. “Absolutely.”

***

The next thing Harry knew, he was in a little Mini Cooper speeding off into the night.

The car was quite… peculiar, on first sight. That’s what Harry had said, anyway, only to be immediately chastened by Olivia, “She is not peculiar. She has character.” Olivia had forgiven Harry for the horrific insult only after profuse apologies and a sorrowful pat on the dashboard.

“She,” of course, meant the car. Her name was Carla. Olivia was very strict on that matter. She gave him a slap across the wrist every time he slipped and called her it.

Carla was blue. Originally. Olivia’s brother had given Carla to her when she turned sixteen, Olivia explained, but only after a DIY paint job that had turned her from a dull blue to a bright shade of yellow that had rapidly deteriorated into a faded mustard sort of color with cracks of blue peeking through the second paint job.

They’d gotten her previously used, too, which meant she was a bit rusty. They tried to fix that up, which worked just about as well as the paint job, and though Olivia insisted she ran just fine, her passenger side door creaked and groaned when opened. And, Olivia admitted a bit sheepishly, the door of her boot - her trunk - stuck dreadfully and took “herculean strength” to pry open.

Nonetheless, Carla’s radio worked perfectly well and was cranked up, Olivia’s phone plugged into the speakers, and Harry watched in mild amusement as she yelled along to the music. Strangely, he couldn’t seem to recognize any of the songs - it was old hippie stuff, songs Harry would mock if not for Olivia’s charm and fierce pride for her car which he reckoned she’d also have for her music.

The ride was quick, and she was pulling into a car park within an hour.

***

Apparently, Olivia’s dad was a park ranger. She just waved at the ranger on duty, and he let them in, and Harry followed her along the path, a bit in awe, as she walked towards a little outcropping.

“It’s beautiful,” Harry breathed, sitting next to her on the metal rung of the railing.

Olivia nodded. Pulled a beer out of her backpack, and offered it to him.

“Bloody hell,” Harry laughed, taking it from her and taking a sip. “Is this even legal?”

She shrugged, popping the cap off another bottle. “I dunno.”

She lapsed into silence, something that Harry hadn’t thought possible from her, and Harry breathed a sigh, glancing around them. He’d never thought the sky could be so blue. It wasn’t a normal light sky blue, though, but an indigo shade, almost, that was star splattered and covered in wisps of colored clouds. They were pretty high up, balanced on the railing between an outlook and a few rocky platforms before a bottomless pit.

The moon was bright in the sky, and Harry glanced at his watch, realizing he had no idea what time it was. 3:00 am. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “Hm?” Olivia hummed, looking over at him. “It’s three am,” Harry told her.

She grinned. Clinked her bottle against his. “Wonderful,” she said.

“I’m going to be absolutely dead tomorrow,” Harry mused, finding that he really couldn’t care less. He took another sip of beer, and Olivia heaved a sigh. “So, Harry Styles,” she said. “What are your hopes and dreams?”

“To be as cool as you,” he replied, and she laughed, leaning into him and away. “You’ve got to set some realistic goals, there, Mr. Styles.” Harry grinned, shaking his head. “‘s a tough question,” he said. “What’re yours?”

She shrugged, going serious. “To get out of here, I guess.”

“Why?”

Another shrug. “Ever heard of a successful person from Flagstaff, Arizona?”

Harry bit back a smile. “I’ve never even heard of Flagstaff, Arizona.”

She scoffed, mocking hurt, and said, “Well, not all of us can be from big cities, superstar.”

“I’m from Cheshire,” Harry told her. “Not exactly a big city.”

“Why aren’t you still in Cheshire, huh?”

“‘cause of a TV show.”

Olivia laughed. “Jesus Christ.”

“And I wanted to get out.”

She nodded. “There you have it.” A quick pause, and then, “Ever have a pet?”

Harry blinked, startled by the topic change. “Er - yeah. Yeah, a dog, and a hamster.”

“What’re their names?”

Harry blushed slightly. “Max.”

Olivia glanced at him, a brow raised. “And?” she prodded.

He looked at his beer. “Hamster,” he said.

She didn’t say anything, and Harry looked up.

“Please tell me your hamster was named Max,” she said, sounding deadly serious.

“What?”

“Harry Styles,” she said slowly, “if you named your hamster ‘Hamster,’ I think I might push you off this cliff.” Harry smiled sheepishly. “My dog’s name was Max,” he admitted, and she burst out laughing, tipping so far forward Harry winced and hovered a hand behind her shoulder.

“Christ, Liv, be careful,” he murmured.

“Oh my God,” she said, breathless from laughter. “I love you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling despite himself. “Movin’ a little fast there, hm?”

She grinned. “I have a confession.”

“Bloody hell, speed of light.”

“I named my rabbit ‘Rabbit’,” she said.

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “We’re meant for each other, Liv.”

“I know!” Another quick pause, and then, “Where’s the best place you’ve ever been?”

“Here,” Harry answered immediately, and then blushed, because it was true.

“Oh, please,” Olivia said, apparently not realizing he wasn’t joking. “Seriously. You’re a superstar, right? So, you’ve been, like, everywhere.” Harry shrugged. “I dunno. Where’s the best place you’ve been?”

“The Burrito Palace on Route 66, Styles,” she replied dryly. “I’ve never been out of the state.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Where would you want to go?” he asked. “If you could go anywhere, completely free of all costs.”

“Switzerland.”

“Really?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. I like chocolate. And watches. And cold. It’s freakin’ hot here. I guess Paris,” she said, glancing at him with another shrug, “or London, or whatever, but London’s rainy and Paris… It’s so… It has such a reputation, you know? Like, I’m scared it’s not gonna live up to how amazing it is. Rather be impressed than disappointed, you know?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”

“Where would you want to go?” she asked.

Harry paused. “The Burrito Palace on Route 66.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Olivia said.

“No, really,” Harry said back, “I haven’t had a proper burrito in ages.”

“You’ve gotta come back,” she told him, smiling just slightly, “so we can go.”

“Or you can come to me,” Harry said, “and we can get burritos in Switzerland.” He paused, thinking, and then added, “You’ve got to open for us again, Liv. Really. Can you imagine? You can be our opening act over tour, get some steam, and go out on your own.” He grinned, nudging her. “Then I can open for you.”

She sighed. “Can you imagine,” she murmured.

There was a beat of silence, and she looked up at him again.

“Do you ever want to go solo?” she asked.

Harry shrugged. “Nah. Not really.” He frowned. “I mean, I guess, but not… now. I can’t, anyway - there’s a contract, obviously, but maybe when it’s over or summat.” Olivia nodded. “Right,” she murmured.

And then she spun around, slipping off the railing and onto the platform. “I forgot about this,” she said, pulling a blanket out of the backpack. She sat down on it, legs crossed, and Harry sat next to her.

“How often do you do this?” he asked.

Olivia shrugged. “Often.” She grinned, elbowing him lightly, and added, “Not often with such a handsome guy, though.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you say to all the lads?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Swear to God, Styles, you’re the first.”

“Right, right.”

“How ‘bout you?” she asked after another beat of silence. “How often do you do this?”

Harry raised a brow. “What, how often do I go to the Grand Canyon? I live in -”

“No, no,” Olivia interrupted. “How often do you go out with pretty girls after shows?”

He grinned. “Never with one so humble.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Olivia laughed. “You know what I mean.”

Harry shrugged. “Pretty often. Never had as much fun as I am now, though.”

“Aww,” Olivia cooed. “You charmer.”

“That’s what they say.”

“Ever wish you weren’t famous?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. ‘course. Grass is always greener, you know?”

“Are you one of those picket fence people?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“Are you one of those people who, like, wants to get a nice brick house in the suburbs with white picket fences and a perfect garden with a nice wife named Jenny and have exactly one fluffy golden retriever and approximately 2.5 kids?”

Harry laughed, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know… I think…” He sighed, fading off, and then thought, and repeated, “I don’t know. Not really. I think I’d get bored, you know?” Olivia nodded. “I know,” she said, and Harry got the feeling that she really did, in fact, know.

“How ‘bout you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Maybe. But… you’re right - it’d get boring, wouldn’t it? So I guess… in, like, fifty years or something I might like the picket fences.” She sighed. “I just feel like the world… it loves to wait, you know? Like, the world’s happy waiting. It’s - what, 4 billion years old? It can spare the wait. But we - I - can’t. We don’t live that long, you know? And I feel like the picket fences are… well, waiting. It’s waiting for the world to come and get you. It’s waiting for the world to come and open your picket fence and knock on your wooden door and come and take you to your adventure.”

Harry felt himself smile. He forgot to answer, and she glanced at him, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said. “I got carried away.” Harry’s brows jumped. “No! No, no, no, I completely agree. You’re - you’re so right.”

She grinned. “I know,” she said, and then she shifted, lying on her back to gaze at the sky. “Can you see stars in LA?” she asked quietly. Harry looked up, craning his neck, and then gave up and lay down next to her.

The stars were breathtaking. He could practically see constellations, stars dotting the sky like flowers in a field of indigo-blue grass. The air was almost still, just breezy enough to keep it from being too hot, the moon bright and bold in the sky.

It was one of those things he didn’t think he’d believe if he didn’t see it for himself. He’d have called any picture of the sky photoshopped, any description of the feeling he was experiencing exaggerated or completely made up.

But there he was.

“No,” he answered Olivia. “No, you can’t see stars like this in LA.”

“Maybe you should stay here, then,” Olivia whispered.

Harry felt her head on his shoulder.

“We can look at stars and never get bored together,” she said, and she yawned.

“Together,” Harry echoed softly, but Olivia was already asleep.

**********

Two weeks.

Two more weeks of shows, and One Direction would officially be on hiatus.

Harry stared at the ceiling of his hotel room, watching the ceiling fan spin round, and thought about what he’d do for the rest of his life. The sleepless nights had begun in Melbourne, and he’d carried the semi-heavy feeling through Paris and Rome and now here he was, still sleepless, in England.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Arizona.

More specifically, a conversation he’d had in Arizona, about the future and picket fences and 2.5 children and getting bored. He thought about buying a house. He thought about buying a restaurant. He thought about going to Switzerland and becoming a recluse and seeing nobody but his mum and sister for the rest of time.

He also thought about continuing his career. He thought about writing songs, about picking up the guitar, about touring the world but this time on his own. He thought about the instrumental band he’d need for such touring, and he thought about the members of said band and whether or not a certain Arizonian would consider touring the world “boring.” He wondered if he’d get to Switzerland on this grand tour of his.

Harry sighed and turned onto his side and tried to fall asleep.

It didn’t work.

Instead, a melody snuck into his head, and he got up and wrote a song.

**********

In 2015, Harry styles wrote a song. It was called Canyon Moon.

A bit on the nose, but only if you knew what you were looking for.

He didn’t sing it. Not yet. He saved it for an album he was working on.

He’d based it on a night he’d had in Arizona, in the United States, a few years before.

It was after a small show he’d done with the boys, in Flagstaff.

It was, unsurprisingly, about a magical night, spent under a canyon moon.

**********

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Passionfruit (November) Day 27: Misery

Read it all on AO3: Passionfruit

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Much as he hated to leave Marinette, Adrien had no choice. Pretending that he was practicing the piano usually only bought him so much time, and he’d pushed that about as far as he could - he didn’t want Nathalie to get wise to his trick. Regretfully, he kissed Marinette goodbye, transformed, and headed back to the mansion.

Chat landed lightly on the windowsill and listened before peeking into the room. His music player had long since stopped, but, since Nathalie wasn’t waiting for him in his room with crossed arms, he figured he’d gotten away with it this time. He detransformed as he walked over to his computer.

“I want more cheese,” Plagg said.

“You know where it is,” Adrien said absently, motioning towards the fridge. Normally he rationed Plagg’s cheese, but he was too wound up for that. He sat down at his desk.

‘Really? Homework?’ Marinette thought.

‘I have to do something until Nathalie calls me for supper,’ Adrien thought back. ‘Once she sees me sit down at the table, she won’t care. My father has some kind of thing tonight, so I’ll be able to meet you if you want.’

‘Yes,’ Marinette thought immediately, so fiercely that a small smile tugged at Adrien’s lips.

“Huh,” Plagg said, and Adrien recoiled when his kwami appeared about two inches away from his face. The stinky cheese breath was revolting.

“Ew, Plagg. Get back,” Adrien said, pushing Plagg away. “What are you doing?”

Plagg shrugged. “I should’ve guessed that dopey look on your face meant you were talking to Ladybug.”

“I do not get a dopey look on my face,” Adrien said, offended.

“That’s what you think,” Plagg said with a snigger.

Adrien stuck his tongue out and then turned away with a huff, booting up his computer. He and Marinette spent forty-five minutes struggling through three pages of mathematics problems - and since Marinette was completely exhausted, that meant Adrien tried to figure out the problems and coaxed Marinette into writing them down - before Adrien was called down for supper.

As he expected, Nathalie barely stuck around long enough to see him pick up his fork before she was scuttling out the door after Gabriel. Adrien sort of wondered where they were going, because it was extremely rare for his father to leave the house, but in the end he didn’t really care: he no longer had to spend lonely dinners in quiet misery and that was all that mattered. The second they were gone, he dropped his fork, jumped up, and raced upstairs.

‘Meet you at the tower?’ he thought, heading for the window.

‘On my way,’ Marinette thought eagerly; that familiar tingle ran through him, telling him that she had transformed.

“Plagg, claws out!” Adrien called.

Green light shimmered around him, and Chat jumped out the window and struck out for the tower. He made it there before Ladybug for once and sat down on their favorite beam to look at the city. Ladybug joined him less than two minutes later, sinking down into his lap like she belonged there and pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek.

“That was awful,” she said, cuddling into him. “And I could still feel you the whole time. I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose you and then get you back, only for you to have to leave because we didn’t know each other’s identities.”

“Yeah, not knowing each other’s identities seems like it would make things needlessly complicated,” Chat said, hugging her. She smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and he hummed in contentment, pushing his nose into her hair.

“Chat, stop! That tickles,” Ladybug complained, giggling.

“I can’t help it. You smell like cookies, My Lady,” he said.

“If you want cookies, here.” Ladybug grabbed the box she had set down beside them and pulled the top up. “I brought you some of the rejects since you didn’t eat supper.”

“You didn’t either,” Chat pointed out, helping himself to a chocolate chip cookie. His stomach rumbled happily as he chewed and swallowed. Sabine may have considered these cookies not good enough to sell, but he thought they looked and tasted amazing.

Ladybug took a cookie, this one cinnamon with a vanilla frosting, and bite into it without comment. She leaned her head against his shoulder as they ate. It was quiet and peaceful and, Chat thought, exactly what they needed for what was possibly their last night as Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“Ugh, you had to think it,” Ladybug said, wrinkling her nose.

“Sorry, Bugaboo. I can’t help it,” Chat said apologetically. His stomach churned with anxiety whenever he dwelled on tomorrow morning for too long.

“You’re nervous,” she acknowledged quietly.

“Aren’t you?” Chat asked, before realizing with some surprise that she wasn’t. Ladybug’s emotions were somewhere between resignation and determination, tempered with a lack of remorse.

“No, I’m not,” she confirmed. “If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing. I don’t regret finding out that we were soulmates. I’m so glad that we met before we got our miraculous.” She turned to him with a sad smile. “Thinking of all those years we might have wasted not knowing if we were each other’s soulmates makes me ache.”

Chat swallowed, his mouth dry. “I feel the same way.”

“I know you do. And I also don’t regret keeping the Ladybug miraculous. Today was probaby the worst day of my life, but our miraculous also gave us moments like this.” Ladybug spread her arm to indicate the city below them and automatically, Chat’s eyes followed her hand.

Paris seemed particularly beautiful tonight beneath a clear sky with no clouds. He and Ladybug were high up on a beam that no tourist and few civilians would ever get to see from. In a way, it felt like the breathtaking sight was reserved solely for them. Even Ladybug was prettier than ever, her eyes reflecting the sparkle of the Parisian lights and the wind bringing a red flush to her cheeks.

That red blush deepened as Ladybug lightly swatted his arm. “Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Chat asked innocently.

“Stop thinking about how pretty I am! It’s distracting and I’m trying to be serious,” she scolded.

“I can’t help it. Stop being pretty, then,” Chat said.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Anyway, I guess what I was trying to say before someone interrupted me is that I’m really happy you convinced me to keep the Ladybug miraculous. I would have given it up if it weren’t for you, and I would have missed out on so much.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted to do it without you,” Chat said immediately. “I still wouldn’t. I would never be the Chat Noir to any other Ladybug. I...” He had to swallow again. “This is... I mean...” He trailed off, frustrated that he couldn’t put his feelings into words like she could.

“I know,” Ladybug said gently, and she did know. She could feel everything swirling through him.

Grateful, Chat kissed her. Now she tasted like cinnamon and vanilla and he couldn’t help smiling into the kiss. She smiled too, until finally she started giggling and Chat broke off the kiss with a snort to grab the last cookie. He broke it in half and handed her part of it, then tossed the other half into his mouth.

“You know what we should do?” Chat said.

Ladybug ate her piece of the cookie and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. It would be the kind thing to do, wouldn’t it?”

She got up and tucked the box behind another beam where she could retrieve it later, then took out her yoyo. Chat wrapped both arms around her waist and jumped off the tower with her. A rush of excitement flooded through him as the wind whipped past them. The ground rapidly approached. Only at the last moment did Ladybug throw her yoyo out.

By way of yoyo, it only took about ten minutes to make it to their destination. Ladybug landed on the windowsill, holding them steady while Chat tried the window. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was unlocked. He pushed it open and let her go in first before he followed, hearing a shocked squeal before his boots even hit the ground.

“L-Ladybug?! Chat Noir?!” Alix exclaimed.

“Hi Alix,” Ladybug said politely.

Chat took a quick glance around Alix’s room. The dark blue walls were covered in pictures of female athletes. There was lots of clutter everywhere - clothes, sporting equipment, school books - but he easily spotted Alix’s pocket watch. It had a place of honor on her desk. He was glad to see that it was safe.

“Um... not that I’m mad you’re here or anything, but what are you doing here?” Alix asked, baffled.

“I just wanted to check and make sure that you were okay. I didn’t get to talk to you after the battle today,” Ladybug explained.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” Alix said, her smile fading. “Ladybug... what happened today... I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry?” Ladybug said, surprised. “Why?”

“For hurting you. And Chat Noir.” Alix’s guilty look took Chat in too. “I don’t know what I did when I was akumatized... but it must have been really bad.”

“Alix, that wasn’t -” Ladybug began.

“Yes, it was,” Alix interrupted. “So I’m sorry.” She clasped her hands in front of her, nervously bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Ladybug said gently. “The blame lies with Hawkmoth, not you. He’s the one who is akumatizing innocent people. You were upset because you watch broke and Hawkmoth took advantage of that.”

“But it was my fault my watch broke,” Alix was quick to point out. “I should’ve been more responsible and taken care of it myself. Then I got mad at my friends.”

“It was just an accident. It happens,” Chat said, speaking up for the first time. “The good thing is, Ladybug was able to fix your watch.”

Alix brightened. “I was really glad about that. My dad would’ve been devastated to know that it got broken. I didn’t get the chance to thank you for that, Ladybug.”

Ladybug smiled. “No thanks necessary. We really just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Alix said. “I hope you’re okay too.”

“I have my kitty to take care of me,” Ladybug said, shooting Chat a smile. “I’ll always be okay.”

“Then...” Alix looked at them hopefully. “Could you take a picture with me? Everyone in my class would think it’s the coolest.”

Chat grinned, his spark of amusement echoed by his lady, and nodded. “I think that can be arranged.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #chat noir #alix kubdel #soulmates #soulmate au #passionfruit #passionfruit november

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corescorner · 5 years

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So That New Video Huh?

Okay holy shit, I’m gonna do an analysis for it. I’ve never done this before and no one literally has ever asked me to do this but youre getting it anyway cause this is the only place I can gush about this so freakin deal XP

First off, I woke up at two AM cause I’m A Disaster like that, and was greeted with this wonderful video. So naturally I make a pot of coffee and some Crofters toast and get on with my analysis.

Also! THE SWEATERS AND SCARVES! I WANT ALL OF THEM! On that note huge preesh to my Mum -even though she’ll never see this- who’s helping me buy one of the sweaters even though she doesn’t have to cause I’m a Grown Ass Adult ™ with my own money. Kind of.

Anyway on with the analysis! Under the cut cause Daaaaaaaaaaaamn is it long.

- Thomas' jacket! I want it.

-That ad intro though XD

-RAAAIID!!

-I be a real floozy XD

-Don't trust an old viking like me: Thomas Sanders (you know, the youtuber)

-PIrateS DiDn’T ReallY TAlk lIke ThIS! Reexamine your cultural biases!

-'what the hell is that accent?' going a liiittttle Remusy voice there Tommy.

-his ears scrunched down by the helmet and the beard string...

-Hahahahahaa, masculinity is a prison!

-SANDERS ASIDES! Nice.

-OKAY SO, this is literally the first thing I did when waking up and my mind was not ready for them TO BE HANGING OUT ON THE COUCH, suffice to say I had a mini freakout to myself and then excitedly continued.

-THE ONSIES I WANT VIRGILS!! THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE

-a florida dwelling man, who never leaves his house. Good point XD

-Romans immediate Sass™ Love It

-Virgil’s Just As Sassy Thumbs Up. Hyello!

-*gasp* ohmygoodness it’s all Frozen. Oh whoever could have predicted that! Roman... Please.

-Virgil’s eye squint at Roman when he announced 100% of the votes were frozen and Pattons excited cheering even though he just said he didn't vote for it so there's no way it could have been 100%

- Now that I think about it, if Roman didn't rig it, I think they'd probably be at a standstill with, ya'know all their votes being on what they wanted to watch.

-mmnnmmmnnn falsehood. It was so calm this time. soft falsehood.

-Paton’s incredulous 'too childish?!' he says this like he's recently seen Logan wear his and he's like 'what, but what'

-how can Thomas feel B.A.D with his inner D.A.D We👏 Get👏 It👏 You're 👏Adorable!

-VIRGIL: I CAN THINK OF A FEW WAYS. PATTON’S SAD LOOK!

-redirecting his attention to something good.... or neutral.

-ROMANS SASS

-Who among us can forget the absolute bop that is...... this weird ice cutting song. Roman with the sarcasm.

-Pat: pretty cool/what it’s a chilled out groove! Lo: I might need you to leave.

-Virgil's constant just Overthinking™ and not actually paying attention to the movie really. Mood.

-WHOS KID IS HE?! WHY DOES NOONE NOTICE THEY’RE LEAVING HIM

-some things need time.... Like evolution! Cute Nerd Alert.

-Patton blowing on his drink

-I ALso LOve you Olaf!

-VIRGIL’S LOOK AFTER THAT

- no you’re mine now

-I love that Roman commentates on movies he watches cause that is 100% Me

-’the heart is not so easily changed’ Lo: No it isn't. Pat: Hmm?

-’but the head can be persuaded’ Ro: Can it though?

-’fear will be your enemy.’ Virgil’s looooooook T.T

-Pat and Ro: JOOOOAN! Virgil and Lo say nothing. Thomas:..... Joan...

-it’s making me too aware of the passage of time! Ooooooof big Mood™ bro.

-REMUS!!! :D

-Of course he's naked, cause why wouldn't he be, they're all in their comfortable clothes.

- they're gonna die at seea! :D

-I sleep in the buff. Thank you Remus. No seriously, good to know.

-Virge: Did i screw everything up? Ro: No I threw out your vote so you couldn't do that. ROMAN!

-Patton’s head bob in agreement about missing the hand drawn movies

-Roman’s actual misunderstanding that virgil wasn't talking about frozen being the wrong decision.

-Verge: How are you telling me to settle into something right now when you've taken your sweet time to settle into things that you were uncomfortable with in the past? Virgil with the shaaaade.

-Pat: I just think we should all relax. Virge: You do realize who you’re talking to right?

-Virgil's genuine confusion if Lo is asking him that question cause hes always so literal and then proceeds to tell him the number anyway.

-’why have a ballroom with no balls?’ Remus’ snicker, same.

-Just give in to the raunchy jokes Thomas, it's funny.

-Roman imitating Hans’ 'evil plotting face'

-Ro in Dude Bro Voice: aw man yea I’m so fucked up on chocolate fondue I don’t even know what im sayin right now

-All of the others smiling at that. Is Roman doing this to make them smile?

-Patton whines, Logan: Is something wrong Patton? UM Logan asking about FEELINGS Cute.

-there's no way shes coming out of this situation without trust issues. Mmmmmmyea.

-Ro: except for the footprints behind you. Lo:HEy YEa!

-Pat, quietly: don’t let them in don’t let them see. PATTON! SOMEONE HUG DAD PLEASE

-Virge: he may have been an idiot back in the day, but hes not anymore... Virge, are we talking in double meanings here?

-Lo: she shouldn't let go of more of her clothing that’s for sure, shes gonna freeze to death. Lo, she has ICE POWERS. I'm sure she’s fine. The cold never bothered her anyway.

-Logans confused, what about a bridge? Metaphors Lo.

-Pat: let it go! Ro: lie low in our kingdom of ICEolation, come on paton don’t go for the low hanging fruit.

-Lo: There’s a storm out tonight!? Well, obviously Thomas has to stay home why are we debating this. No, Lo honey, it’s still a metaphor.

-Lo: you think this castle has a lavatory? Pat: ICE TOILET! Ro: or a bed? Pat: ICE BED! Lo: this place sounds awful.

-Pat: his thing with the reindeer? Lo: outside of nature's laws? Re: he DEFINITELY FUCKS THE REINDEER! I THOUGHT THE SAME THIIIIIING.

-Ro: If OnLy ThErE wAs SoMeOnE OuT ThErE wHo LoVeD YoU 'hans evil plotting face'

-Logan pointing out Romans constant shade at he movie.

-UM! THIS IS HOW I SHOW MY LOVE UM EXCUSE YOU, My Prinxiety heart.

-Romans complete legit reason why Ana should have been saved by Olaf.

-Virge: I bet he’s talking about you right now. THOMAS' FACE.

-Pat: Thomas has talked about him to other people. Patton likes gossip?

-Ro: WERE ALL GOSSIPY BITCHES SOMETIMES!

-Logan AGREEING that they’re gossipy bitches XD

-OKAY I LOVE THAT RO IS THE ONE WHO SWEARS THE MOST

-Patton pointing a logans points in agreement

-VIRGIL IS SPIRALING, deep breaths kiddo!

-Virge: just think about it. Thomas: LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE

-Virge: he trusted you enough to share a history that he wasn’t proud of with you. Again talking in double meaning here Verge?

-Virge: ‘he wouldn’t have gotten around to some of the stuff you wanted to know about on his own. More backstory to unlock mayhaps?

-Logan doing the countdown thing to help with the anxiety.

-Thomas going along with it without question, Virgil.... kinda going along with it?

-Virgil’s soft ‘.... blinds...’ after naming things that were like existential crisis things XD

- Thomas and Virgil tasting the same thing? Do they all taste what Thomas tastes? Or were they eating together?

-Lo: You are safe. T.T Loooooooogaaaaan

-LOGAN TOTALLY OWNING THAT THOMAS CALLED HIM COOL! CAUSE YOU ARE!

-Virgil’s soft look when Thomas is talking about adjusting and then saying that he still thinks theyre friends! UM again with the double meanings?!

-Thomas: things will be alright between us. PATTON LOOKS AT VIRGIL Cuuuuuuute

-Roman’s metaphor that makes no sense to the situation.

-Thomas: thank you Roman, that’s barely applicable.

-and then his look of 'you're welcome' XD

-ROMANS SASS!!

-Logans list of Elsa’s powers

-Patton nodding along to it and then his 'yea it all checks out' XD

-Logan’s thoughts on Arendales military being just Elsa cause of her powers.

-Virgil’s soft smile and sigh.... ‘Too bad we didn’t go to that party.’ VIRGE!

-Anxiety music starts, what if your soulmate was there and now you’re never gonna get another chance to meet him

-Ro reaching in Virgil’s direction OH SHIT OH SHIT!

-Oof youre freaking out princey there Virge

-Lo: watching a film is too passive of an exercise to allay Thomas' troubled thoughts, Virgil’s cute shrug and thumb nail biting like 'welp'

-DECEIT!!!!!!! ROMAN WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS HAT DO YOU HANG OUT TOGETHER, WHY WERE YOU IN HIS ROOM WHY WAS HE NOT WEARING IT WHAT WAS HE DOING WHEN YOU STOLE IT!

-Dee: I was looking for this! So he doesn't always lie, that’s good to know.

-Virgil’s HISSING! Okay sure, but he wasn't even talking to you man calm down XD

-Dee: DONT TOUCH MY SHIT *finger waggle*

-Romans face! Like, yep I saw this coming and i did it anyways, and I’m probably gonna do it again in the future.

-HOW OFTEN DOES ROMAN RIG VOTES?

-Logans interest in rewriting Frozen

-Ro: no. yes. I don’t know what you’re asking. Roman, it was kinda self explanatory XD

-everyones expressions when roman is talking about how he’s gonna rewrite it.

-YEA YOU LET THOSE CREATIVE JUICES FLOW!

-Virgil’s little ‘aw hell yea’

-REMUS: eh not my kind of fanfiction! WHAT FANDOM DOES HE READ FOR!? DOES HE READ STUFF ON HIMSELF AND THE OTHER SIDES!?

-ALSO HE’S RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUCH NEXT TO LOGAN NAKED, HOW MUCH CAN LOGAN SEE?!

-I’m going to bed. IN THE BUFF. Yes, you’ve stated this before XD

-everyones contributions to the fic

-Pat: I see your point Virgil, but how about this: nobody dies.

-Joan at the end XD Joan should do more ads with Thomas, they’re great.

-Thomas: you just do it XD

-LOGAN APOLOGIZING TO HIS ONESIE! MY FUCKIN ASS YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS YOU'RE APOLOGIZING TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT MY DUDE!

-So this is obviously after DWIT, cause of Remus’ appearances and Logan’s ownage of being called cool. But is it right after? Or is there gonna be a prequel type video next that happens before this and exactly after DWIT?

-Thomas being sad hurts me.

-Did I mention how much I LOVE THAT THEY’RE JUST CHILLING WATCHING A MOVIE HOW OFTEN DO THEY DO THIS!?

-Logan drinking his... coffee? Kinda drinking it. If they taste what Thomas tastes(??) does it happen the other way around? Probably not right? Or is it one of those things where it’s a phantom taste or craving type situation?

-Roman lounging on a bean bag chair in front of an actual chair, yea same.

-BUT ALSO VIRGIL SITTING ON THE BACK OF THE COUCH. I do that too much, or like on the arm.

-Logan just fuckin wearing dress shoes like they’re not just at home on the couch watching a movie.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders asides #sanders sides spoilers #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #joan stokes #thatsthat24 #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #ts deceit #core analysis

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ncityislove · 5 years

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➳Genre: smut

➳Pairing: Stoner!Mark x Reader

➳Word Count: 4k+

You meet Mark at one of your parents’ boring dinner parties and when Mark shows you his stash of weed things get heated in more ways than one.

Requested? lol naw but y’all nasties wanted it anyways

Your heels echoed on the wooden floors of the over-sized dining room as you sauntered over to the open bar, ordering a shot of Hennessy. Your parents dragged you to yet another one of their friends' gathering to "make more connections" as they had put it. You were out of school on summer break but you wished you had taken up those extra classes because then you'd have an excuse not to be here.

The bartender placed your glass in front of you and you downed it in the blink of an eye, ordering another just as your mom approached you.

"Ah, there you are! Come along, dear, I want to introduce you to someone," she said, grabbing your wrist.

As if there was someone here you hadn't already introduced me to, you thought, rolling your eyes. Your mom lead you across the crowded room to a secluded area where your father was standing in his freshly ironed blue button down and matching tie, his jacket draped over his arm.

"Oh! Speaking of the devil--this is my daughter, y/n!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

You forced a smile, avoiding eye contact with the small family standing before you.

"Oh, she's gorgeous! Isn't she gorgeous, honey?" asked a woman wearing too much makeup.

"She sure is. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree!" the man next to her boomed and everyone burst into laughter.

"Stop it, Todd! I'm married!" your mom giggled. "And so are you!" Everyone laughed again and you tried not to gag. It was obvious your mom didn't want to be here just as much as you and it was shameful how badly you wanted to laugh. Your mom was never very good at pretending and it showed now more than ever.

"Hey, Mom? The maid said you wanted to see me," said a young looking man dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His voice matched his face perfectly, soft yet deep at the same time.

Suddenly, the night had become much more interesting.

His parents seemed repulsed by his attire but you, on the other hand, thought it suited him very well. His joggers hung low on his hips and his baggy t-shirt was loose but not loose enough that you couldn't see his toned figure underneath. His hair was a mess but it surprisingly didn't make him look any less handsome. You couldn't help but imagine how soft the tufts of hair would feel between fingers as you tugged at the strands begging him for more.

"Mark, sweetheart, you couldn't have put something nice on before you came down?!" his mom shrieked.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized although he seemed like he didn't really mean it.

"It's alright, Beverly. My son, Doyoung, is the exact same way," your father chuckled.

You sighed, wishing it was your brother who was standing here instead of you but unfortunately he had a better excuse than you for not being able to make it. He was in Paris "studying" for his law degree for another year but you knew he was probably just messing around with some French girl in that big fancy penthouse your father bought him.

"Then you must understand how embarrassing this is," his father sighed. "Well, this is my son, Mark. He's in college right now but he came back home for an internship at the company! Isn't that right, son?"

Mark nodded, chewing his bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours briefly then flitting away, his ears turning red.

"Now that I think about it, you two are the same age!" said Beverly. "Isn't that wonderful?"

Mark looked up at you in surprise, his big amber eyes looking even larger as he gaped at you. You smiled at him, eyeing him from head to toe as you licked your lips. You didn't mean to be so obvious but you couldn't deny how cute he looked when he blushed.

"Oh that is!" your mom cheered. "Maybe they'll become good friends!"

"That would be great! It's too bad Mark's got so much work to do right now," said Tom.

"Yes, it truly is a shame," you agreed, everyone turning to look at you.

"R-really?" your mom stuttered, surprised at you for showing interest in the conversation for once. "I mean—it really is a shame."

Mark cleared his throat. "Well, I can take a break and stay a while...that is if you'd like me to," he trailed off, glancing at you.

"I'd like that," you said, grinning innocently as filthy thoughts ran through your mind.

This was exactly what you needed. A cute boy to toy with until you can go home and finally finish the last season of The Vampire Diaries. The show was cheesy and the characters got on your nerves but you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you never finished it.

"Is that okay?" he asked his dad who looked hesitant.

"If it's only for a bit then what harm could it do?" he said waving his glass of wine in the air.

"I'll just go change then," Mark said stepping back.

"Marvelous!" his mother remarked, as she took a polite sip from her glass.

Your dad patted you on the shoulder, showing his gratitude towards your sudden act of kindness towards him but what he didn't know was you weren't doing this for him, it was for you. If your parents were going to force you to go to every boring party for the next three months you needed something to entertain yourself. Or rather someone.

Mark came down the elegant spiraled staircase in a crisp black button-down tucked into his slacks with a rather expensive-looking watch adorning his wrist. His hair looked tamed this time, slicked back in a way that resembled his father's. Although he looked absolutely drool-worthy all dressed up, you much preferred him messy-haired and wearing sweats.

You met him at the bottom of the steps, not even trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out.

"I never got your name," he said, offering his arm out to you.

"Y/n," you replied, linking your elbow to his. "Let's head to the bar, I need a drink."

Mark nodded, as he escorted you to the open bar at the end of the corridor.

"Two shots of vodka, please," you called out.

"Ah, none for me, sir. I don't drink," interjected Mark.

You raised your eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry?"

Mark smiled. "I'm not much of a drinker. I always regret it in the morning and it tastes awful."

You laughed at his explanation, finding it cute. Mark was different than all of the other kids you met through your parents. Most of them jumped at the opportunity to get wasted at these boring affairs and you were one of them.

"I'll still take those two shots," you said.

The bartender nodded, setting two shot glasses in front of you and you threw your head back, finishing them in seconds. Mark watched you with amusement in his eyes as you gently placed the glasses back onto the counter.

"So if you don't drink," you began. "then what the hell do you to deal with...all of this?"

"All of this?" he questioned.

"You know...everything. These parties, the fancy suits and all that."

"I know what you meant," Mark chuckled. "I don't have to be intoxicated to have fun."

You squinted your eyes at him. "I'm not buying that."

Mark smirked, looking down then back at you, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think you would."

You propped a knee onto the bar stool, leaning closer to him, not caring that you were wearing a dress. "Then what do you do?"

Mark cocked his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips. "Why don't I show you?"

You blinked at the large hand being offered to you, curiosity getting the best of you as you placed your palm on top of his. Mark look satisfied as he laced his fingers between yours, leading you up the stairs to his room.

His house was big but not as big as yours. The hallway was spacious, decorated with art pieces that must've cost thousands. The band music faded more and more until the only sound left was the click-clack of your heels.

His room was just as impressive as the rest of the house. It was black and white themed with a modern renaissance inspired wallpaper with just as much art hanging on it as in the hall. His desk was the only part of the room that looked messy, papers and folders thrown everywhere, even some littering the floor around it. But the bed. The bed was what really made the room so beautiful. It was huge. The bedposts were made out of a beautiful oak wood and almost as high as the ceiling! The comforter was draped beautifully over the bed and with perfectly fluffed pillows placed on top.

"Nice room," you said, sitting on the chair by the bookshelf.

"Thanks," said Mark as he opened his closet door, disappearing for a few moments.

You got up, wandering around his room, pausing at the wall of trophies and medals next to the fireplace. Most of them were from years ago, but there were a few a golfing trophies with this year's date on them.

"Ready to have some fun?" Mark asked, startling you as he emerged from the closet.

"Sure, why not," you retorted, walking to his bed where he was sitting with a small wooden box in his lap.

"You're not gonna pull out a gun on me are you?" you asked, eyeing the box.

"Just sit down and watch," Mark said half-chuckling.

You plopped down next to him on the bed, peering over his shoulder as he opened the lid of the box, revealing something you hadn't been expecting at all.

"Weed?"

"Yep. Weed," he said pulling out a lighter from the bottom of the box.

"You don't look like the stoner kind," you said, scooting further back on the bed.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, lighting up a blunt.

You hummed, watching as he put the object to his lips, inhaling then blowing out a puff of white. Mark let out a content sigh before offering the blunt to you.

You took it from him, taking a hit then passing it back.

"Shouldn't you open a window or something?" You asked, already beginning to feel lighter.

"Nah, my parents already know." Mark took another hit, holding his breath for a beat before exhaling.

"My parents would lose their shit if they found out their precious daughter was up here smoking pot with you."

"I bet your parents probably smoke too," Mark mused.

You let out a surprised laugh. The idea of your parents getting high on marijuana out of all things was absolutely hilarious to you.

"Please, they won't even have more than three glasses of wine."

"That's what they want you to think," Mark sing-songed and you giggled.

Mark laid down next to you, giving you a lazy smile.

"What?" You asked, a cloud of smoke escaping your lips.

"You're just really pretty, that's all," he said, his voice sounding confident but the blush on his cheeks evident as he looked away.

"You're really pretty too, Mark," you said, trying not to smile as you took another hit from the blunt.

Mark crinkled his nose at you, snatching the brown object from your fingers. "You're totally high right now."

You looked shocked as you snatched it right back, your lips turned downwards. He was way off base—there was no way your tolerance was that low. And if it was? It was none of his business how much weed you could smoke, anyways.

"What? No way, I'm not high yet."

Mark shook his head, a teasing smile on his face. "If you say so."

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder. "I do say so."

"Oh yeah?" Mark stood up, towering over you with a smug grin, blowing out a white cloud of smoke at your face. "And I say, you're much better at handling your liquor than a measly blunt. I mean, you've only had like three hits? It's barely halfway done yet."

You wanted to smack that grin right off of his face right then and there. Nothing irked you more than a man who challenged you. What you say is law and if you say you're not high (although you may have been a teensy bit) then you weren't.

To other people, it might seem like you were over-reacting but who could blame you? You always got what you wanted, when you wanted, and how you wanted it. No limits. No one to tell you 'no' when you really needed to hear it the most.

"I don't like to be teased, Mark."

"Really? Because I think you look cute when you get all worked up."

You squinted your eyes at him. The poor boy. He didn't realize what he was in for. "Where was that shy, blushing boy I met earlier? I wanna talk to him."

Mark's eyebrows raised at your comment. "I don't know what you're talking about, love, but I'm all ears to listen to whatever you have to say."

You stared at him for a second, sitting completely still and Mark grew uneasy. "Um, was that too much? Sorry, if I got the wrong vibe but I just figured—"

"Kiss me," you said, your voice calm.

Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "W-what?"

You tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, dragging his body down to level your faces. "Kiss me, Mark."

Mark looked at you with wild eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, encouraging him as he slowly inched forward, finally, his lips meeting yours. It was awkward at first, your lips moving at different paces but you didn't mind. In fact, it was kind of...endearing.

His nose brushed yours as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapping around him on their own as Mark emitted a soft groan. Your hands moved from his face down to the expensive belt on his pants, undoing it with haste.

Mark broke the kiss, startled by your urgent hands. "What are you doing?" he asked, his chest heaving as if he were trying to catch his breath.

"Is this not okay?" you asked, your fingers pausing at the latch of the belt.

"N-no—I mean yes! Yes!" Mark stuttered, his cheeks glowing red again.

The tingling that surged through your body at the sight of the flushing boy before you took you by surprise. Every time Mark blushed it made you want to do things to him. You craved to see those naive big brown eyes of his rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. You wanted to hear him pleading for you. Begging you to make him feel good after he couldn't take your teasing any longer.

Once you successfully removed his belt, you wrapped it around his wrists, careful not to irritate his skin.

"What's this?" Mark asked, looking uncertain.

You brought your lips back to his briefly for a chaste kiss. "Teaching you a lesson. The first thing to know about me is I don't do well with any kind of disagreements."

Mark looked down at his bound wrists before glancing back up at you. "Are you doing this because I was teasing you?" he asked, his tone too playful for your liking. "You know I'm right."

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down with you in the bed, your leg lifting over his body so that you were sitting right over his crotch, roughly braying your hips. Mark cursed under his breath.

You leaned over him, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, "If you keep up this tough guy act of yours, this won't end well for you,"

Mark shuddered underneath you as your cool breath caressed his ears. You took the forgotten blunt, which was shrinking in size by the second, from the ashtray next to the bed, putting it up to his lips. Mark's eyes didn't waver from yours as he filled his lungs to its capacity, the butt of the blunt glowing a dangerous red. Your lips connected to his as he blew the smoke into your mouth. You released the white clouds from your mouth, making sure to blow it back into his face as he did earlier.

"You're gonna be good for me now, won't you, Mark?"

Mark nodded, his eyes wide.

"Why do you look so nervous," you giggled, your mind starting to feel hazy.

Mark's lips parted, his eyes adverting yours abashedly. "I just...I never did anything like this before."

You pulled his arms over his head so that you could lay on top of him without his hands sitting between your bodies awkwardly. "If you start to feel uncomfortable just say so and I'll stop. Although, I didn't think you'd turn out to be so vanilla."

"Hey! I'm not vanil—"

"That's enough, Mark," you cut him off by stuffing the blunt between his lips. "Good boys don't talk back.

Mark could only blink at you, unable to respond without the blunt falling out and burning a hole in his expensive sheets.

"Perfect," you said, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth skin underneath. You began your assault on his neck, nipping and sucking without caring if it left any marks behind. Mark groaned, extending his neck to you as your hand slipped under his half-undone shirt, your fingers dancing over the firm muscle. His body responded to your touch, his back lifting off of the mattress slightly, chasing your fleeting hands.

"Patience," you muttered as you sat up on the back of your legs. You unfastened the hatch of his slacks, pulling the loose clothing down to his ankles. Mark looked down at you, trying his best to take a hit from the blunt without dropping it. You chuckled, helping him take a drag from it before putting it out in the ashtray, discarding it for now. Mark whined, protesting your actions and you rolled your eyes covering his mouth with the palm of your hands.

"Didn't I tell you good boys don't talk?" You asked, your other hand reaching down to palm him through his boxers, his cock hardening immediately. Mark's eyes closed as he let out a soft grunt from underneath your hand, lighting a spark in your core.

You licked your lips, humming as you teased his member, squeezing him through the thin material. Mark let out a muffled noise you couldn't make out.

"What is it, baby?" you asked, removing your hand.

"Please..." he begged.

You cocked your head curiously at him. "Please...what? Tell me and I might give it to you,"

Mark's tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip, his cheeks rosy. "Your mouth--your hands--anything. Please, I don't think I can wait, I need you."

You core reacted, clenching around nothing. "Is that what you really want?" you asked, your lips ghosting across his jaw. Mark said yes, trying his best to keep his composure. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Not yet, baby."

Mark huffed, his chest dejecting with a small pout in his lips as he struggled against his restraints. "Undo this so I can fuck you, goddamnit."

"Bad boy," You clicked your tongue as you hiked up the hem of your dress, bunching it at your hips. Mark ogled at the newly revealed skin, a look of longing imprinted on his face.

You peeled off your panties, balling them up and stuffing them inside his mouth, shivering as the cold air hit your slick core. Mark looked absolutely helpless as he grunted, staring at your exposed heat, his eyes dark as the night sky just outside of the window. Your hands returned back to his boxers, sliding underneath the waistband this time. His dick jumped in your hands as you teased the head, smearing his arousal as a lubricant. You gave him a squeeze for good measure and Mark jolted in response.

You bit your lip, pumping his dick slowly, deciding to torture him a little more. You knew what you were doing was unfair but he was just so fun to play with, you couldn't help yourself. Mark's fist clenched and unclenched as he tried to stop himself from bucking up into your hands, knowing you would take your hands away altogether.

"Does that feel good? Do you want me to go faster?"

Mark nodded his head vigorously and you complied, feeling a little guilty for teasing him too long. You pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Maybe you were super horny but it may just have been the prettiest sight you've ever seen in your entire life.

Your face hovered over his writhing member, your breath tickling his skin as a silver pool of liquid fell from your mouth into your hand. Mark's breathing picked up as you massaged your hand over his length in a single twisting motion. You watched intently as his expression morphed into one of pleasure, his eyebrows scrunching cutely.

Your tongue swiped over your teeth as an idea popped into your head.

"I wonder...should I untie you?"

Mark nodded again.

"I don't know..." you said, pretending to think about it.

Mark mumbled something unintelligible as he waved his restrained hands at you, whining.

"I don't think you deserve it. I'm afraid you might do something and then I'll have to punish you."

Mark huffed, giving you a pleading look as he wiggled his fingers at you.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, unbuckling the belt.

The first thing Mark did once his hands were free was reach under your dress and grab your ass. You gasped in shock, slapping his hands off of you.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" you asked but received no response, as his mouth was still full of your underwear.

"I thought you would've taken that out first," you mused, pulling the lace from his mouth.

Mark licked his dry lips as you brought your face close to his.

"So tell me," you whispered. "Isn't this much better than those lame ass vanilla girls?"

His lips parted to respond but he couldn't find his voice to speak so he nodded instead.

"I bet they just laid down and made you do all the work, didn't they?" Your hands trailed down his stomach. "That's no fun, is it? Hmm?"

"No," Mark answered, his breath hitching in the back of his throat when your slick folds rubbed against his length.

You nipped your teeth at his collarbone receiving a hiss from Mark. "Unzip me," you commanded.

You could've sworn you heard him say 'thank you' as he yanked your zipper down your back, eagerly ripping it off of your body so that you were only left in your bra. You told him to unhook your bra next as you sank down on him, filling yourself up to the brim. Mark complied with fumbling fingers and after a few failed attempts he finally got off, his hands flying to your chest as soon as the garment was discarded.

You decided to let the action slide, the feeling of his hands on you better than you ever imagined. You raised up your hips only to slam yourself back down on him, a moan escaping your lips. You repeated the movement again and again until you built up a steady rhythm.

Mark pushed your back down so that you were face to face and encased your lips with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth for a heated kiss. He let out a broken moan, his mouth parting from yours briefly before kissing you again.

"Faster," Mark groaned, his lips swollen from kissing.

"Manners," You hissed, biting down harshly on his jaw.

"P-please?" He begged, his face flushing again. "Please, I'm so close."

You slammed hips down harder, ignoring the stinging in your thighs. Mark's moans mingled with yours as you pushed each other towards your climaxes.

"F-fuck," he husked, his hips meeting yours as he thrust up into you. Your hands clutched his shoulders, the skin turning white under your fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut at the overwhelming amount of pleasure washing over your body, your legs turning to jelly.

You called out his name as you came, Mark gripping your hips as he continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own in the process. Mark rubbed his thumb on your clit in tight circles causing you to cry out as you threw you head into the crew of his neck, your fingernails raking down his chest. Mark cursed when you clenched around him, his hips snapping up into yours with vigor as he neared his climax. His skin smacked against the bottom of your ass, a loud slapping noise filling the room.

You came again, letting out a strangled moan of ecstasy pulling Mark over the edge with you as spurts of warm cum filled you up. The two of you stayed there for a few moments to catch your breath, basking in your post-orgasm state.

You were the first one to move, rolling off of him after carefully pulling out his softening member.

"I never told you, you could cum inside me," you complained.

Mark turned to you, pulling you into his arms with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, I should've asked."

"Do you always cum inside girls' without permission?"

"I've always used a condom so I never really needed it," he responded, lips resting on the back of your shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad to know there won't be any chances of me catching any STD's from you," you laughed.

Mark traced circles on your hip with the pad of his thumb. "Haha. Very funny. Shouldn't we get back to the party before our parents notice we're gone?"

You sat up, with a grunt. "Yeah, you're probably right." The two of you got cleaned up and dressed as quickly as possible which took longer than it normally would considering you both were as high as a kite and your legs kept giving out every five seconds.

"Can I get a kiss, before we go back?" Mark asked, grabbing onto your elbow.

You smirked, bringing his face to yours. "What's the magic word?"

Mark never failed to blush at your requests but nonetheless played along. "Please?"

You barely gave him time to finish before your lips crashed onto his, your fingers gripping at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on your lower back, pushing you further into him.

When you pulled away, his lips chased after yours and you found yourself smiling at how adorable he was.

"Should I get more weed for next time?" he asked, his forehead pressed against yours.

"Next time?" You repeated.

"Oh, don't tell me there won't be a next time," he pouted, his hands sliding down to grip your ass.

"I'll think about it," was the last thing you said before pulling away to go downstairs, only for Mark to follow behind you on the back of your heels like a lost puppy.

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uncrownedqueeen · 6 years

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Animals (C.H)

Summary: Car sex with Calum… Nothing more to it.

Words: 4,2k (I am sorry.)

“I’ll be at your place in ten.”

The message was sent a few minutes ago but still there was no answer from her which he found odd. It usually didn’t take her too long to get back to him. Calum was about to reach for his phone and maybe try calling her this time when it finally buzzed.

“Don’t think I can go out tonight. Dad is still pissed. Sorry, babe. x”

“For fuck’s sake,” Calum let out a disappointed groan and one of his hands hit the steering wheel roughly.

It wasn’t like he was upset with her. It wasn’t her fault. He knew her parents and how they could be. Still, he couldn’t stop the disappointment from kicking in.

“I’ll meet you at the park in a bit.”

This message brought a smile to his face, and he was glad that he hadn’t turned the car right away. It didn’t come as a surprise that he got there before her and he spent the time waiting by pacing back and forth. His hands were hidden in his pockets, and he was looking down at his sneakers, realizing it wouldn’t hurt to clean them a bit.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around his torso, sliding through the loops his arms made.

“Hello.” The familiar soft voice cooed next to his ear.

He turned around to face her, greeting her with a kiss before anything else.

“Your dad calmed down this quickly?” He asked amusedly, even though he knew that it most likely wasn’t the case at all.

Her explanation caught him completely off guard though, and he blinked at her in the dark.

“Are you serious?”

“Absofuckinlutely,” she said with a grin. “Mum’s already asleep, and he has plenty of paperwork from work. He didn’t even hear me when I knocked down the bike when sneaking from the back.”

His expression started to change from a surprised to an amazed one and a large smile grew on his face.

She was the one to bring their lips together again while she was stepping back. He had to smile against her lips slightly at that, noticing where exactly she was guiding them. There was this one particular bench, far away from all the street lights and hidden by a bunch of trees. Not even someone on a late night jog around here could see there. Or at least they both hoped that no one saw any of those things that took place there during their little get-togethers.

“Stop,” he muttered, interrupting her.

She released the grip on his shirt as she pulled away to look at him.

“I got a new car.” Calum beamed. “Wanna go on a ride?”

On their way there he shared plenty of unnecessary details about the car with her. Details she simply didn’t understand but which somehow made him super excited, and that was something that made her happy too.

“What do you think?” He asked when they got into the car.

She took a look around. “Well, it is a car…. Very nice car,” she added when she heard something that sounded like a gasp come from him.

That had to be enough for him and it seemed like it was. He started the car and set out. She asked him where they were going but the only reaction she got from him was a shrug.

They could go anywhere.

There was a little smile playing on her lips as she watched him, his head bobbing gently to the rhythm of the music they had on a low volume. Maybe there was more to the vehicle than she had seen originally. Because somehow, she found the view she had from the passenger seat incredibly attractive. Did he always look this hot while driving? If so, it had definitely slipped her attention.

He had one of his hands reached out, manoeuvring the steering wheel while the other was placed on her thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles into her skin. His mouth grew wide with a grin when she mirrored his actions and he felt the pressure of her hand on his leg. Since the roads were mostly empty at this hour, there was no harm done when he kept his dark eyes on her a little longer.

Calum could be hard to read sometimes, but right now she felt like she knew exactly what was running through his mind. This was nice, and she wouldn’t want to be just driving around in the middle of the night with anyone else but him.

An idea how to make this whole thing even more pleasurable popped into her head, and she wondered if somewhere in the back of his mind, Calum was thinking of the same thing.

It didn’t matter whether he was figuring out where to park up the car, or he was entirely focused on the driving. Her hand had already started moving up his thigh and before he got to say anything, she was practically palming his crotch.

Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the innocent expression she wore. He knew her well enough to not be fooled by this anymore. She was the one to break the eye contact, advising him on how he shouldn’t get anything at the place they just passed. A friend of a friend was supposed to get a part-time job there, but left after seeing the horrific conditions of the kitchen.

Calum scoffed a little. What a ridiculous topic to bring up while she was slowly but surely making her way into his jeans. He pressed his lips into a thin line in an attempt to keep himself composed once there was nothing more than just the thin fabric of his underwear separating his hardening cock and her confident hand.

“Everything all right?” She checked casually with a small smile when he took in a sharp breath in a reaction to how she was touching him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured her, the pitch of his voice changing towards the end of the sentence since she squeezed him a bit tighter.

“You are awful.” She simply laughed at his complaint, not minding the fact that her amusement was the reason he had said it in the first place.

As a peace offering, she suggested she could stop. She even got to a point when she truly started pulling her hand away and in that moment Calum’s eyes grew wide. The thought of her leaving him rock hard like this was more upsetting than anything else. The last thing he wanted was for her to stop. Concentrating on the road in front of them was becoming more and more difficult, however, and while her small but very skilful hand got back to work, Calum tried to think of the closest spot they would be able to stop, so he would get to enjoy everything this angel had to offer without worrying he will kill them both in a fucking car crash.

How embarrassing that would be? Getting pulled out of the car later with buttons open and his cock out?

This was not going to happen. Not on his watch.

But man, she definitely didn’t make it any easier for him. Not when she was suddenly leaning closer to him, heading straight towards the crotch.

He hadn’t even noticed her put away her seatbelt, but that became the last of his worries when her tongue teased the tip of his cock.

She pulled her tongue right back into her mouth. Both of them getting just a little taste of what they both craved. Her lips brushed against the sensitive skin, causing Calum to squeeze the steering wheel tightly, almost to a point that his knuckles turned white. A hissing sound came with that, one that made her chuckle even with the cock pressed against the bottom lip.

Calum looked down at her. His jaw tight and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he got to see the head disappear in her sweet mouth.

When her tongue moved side to side, pleasantly rubbing against the sensitive spot under the head, he gulped.

They really needed to stop the car. Soon.

“Fuck,” he grunted as her cheeks hollowed, and she drew her head up only to sink down again, taking him deeper.

His foot stomped on the brakes a bit too quickly once she took him out of her mouth. Simply dragging her lips down his cock and then he could feel her soft, wet tongue on his balls.

If it wasn’t for the arm that he had securely placed over her back, holding her close, it could have resulted in a pretty nasty fall.

This dick move on the road made the driver that was behind him honk the car horn loudly in dismay. Calum lifted his hand up in an apologetic gesture, looking at the man in the review mirror while he apologized by simply mouthing the word sorry.

The road was empty, and the man decided to drive past them, clearly way too annoyed to be dealing with this. In any other situation, the manoeuvre would be dangerous, and truth be told, forbidden as well. There were no other cars in sight though, nor was there the police.

The man could get away with this without any problems. Calum was honestly relieved to get him off his back.

He looked down to his lap, gently brushing away some hair from her face so he could get a better look. It took him a second to form up any coherent sentence. Who could blame him when she was pumping his length as if there was no tomorrow and her tongue and lips worked magic bellow?

Calum was on the verge of cumming right there.

“You can’t just do something like this,” he pointed out but his words could hardly be taken seriously. She could tell how much he was holding himself back. As soon as he got those words out, a loud groan erupted from his throat and he sent her a disbelieving look.

“I mean it. You can’t just make me cum in the middle of the road.” His voice was hushed now, sounding as helpless as he was feeling.

Her eyes stayed glued on him when she dragged her tongue up, and he could swear that she muttered out the words ‘watch me’ just when she started to take him all the way into her mouth again.

No matter how much he would like to, he couldn’t really watch her. Not in this setting when he needed to get them off the road.

He dared to glance down to her every once and then though. Usually after a particularly hot sound she made and even just the sight made his cock throb a bit harder.

“Fucking Christ,” he stammered out and then winced slightly when her nails dug into his thigh, stopping him from tilting his hips upwards.

Calum’s hand moved up her back and neck before his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn’t really push her, but she thought of it as a request to take him deeper anyway. Calum actually whimpered, informing her that he was going to come soon.

Hearing that, the girl in his lap sucked a bit harder while dragging her head up. Her tongue teased the sensitive tip, making Calum swear a bit more while her hand rubbed the part of his cock that was still wet from her spit.

It hadn’t taken long before the warm treat entered her mouth. It left a slight, burning sensation on her tongue when she was pulling away, a playful smile plastered on her sweet lips.

The car just stopped near the trails and Cal’s hand sprung out towards her almost immediately.

He could taste himself on her tongue as they kissed passionately, his fingers digging hard into the back of her neck as he held her close. His other hand freed him from the restricting seat belt and then he was finally able to lean towards her, making her back press into the seat.She sighed softly when his lips left hers, and he nipped lightly at her neck.

His lips and tongue were leaving a wet trail behind them as he made his way to her chest. A gasp left her mouth when he sucked on the delicate skin of her breasts. She could still feel his hot breath on her skin when he asked her to take her top off. He didn’t need to ask her twice. Soon, he was able to sneak his hand up her back to get rid of her bra as well.

He took his time with caressing, tasting, and sucking on every inch of the newly exposed skin, making her nipples harden with a treatment like this one.

When his tongue finally flicked against one of them, she squirmed in the seat, pressing her legs tightly to each other as she tried to relieve her throbbing core. Calum didn’t leave this unnoticed and went to separate her thighs with his hand providing some pressure in those places himself.

“How about you get on the back seats?” He suggested, a pause between each of the words, which he used for marking her chest with lovely, little bruises.

She agreed with just a nod of her head and he pulled back to give her the space to move there. He watched her carefully as she started to tug down her shorts. His tongue peeked out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip when he noticed the visibly damp stain on the fabric of her underwear. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one having a great time.

“You coming?” She asked him, feeling like it had been taking him too long to move over here.

“Pretty sure I did just a little while ago.”

She rolled her eyes at the smug smirk he wore, lifting her hips up, so she could take down the panties. If this wasn’t going to make him hurry, then there was nothing that would.

Thankfully enough, it did work.

The poor boy almost hurt himself as he rushed to join her. The amused laughter got interrupted by an unexpected moan, a reaction to his finger sliding between her wet folds. When his finger brushed over her entrance, barely just the tip slipping in, her hips automatically thrust forward, asking for more. Instead of pushing deeper, or adding another finger to press against her, Calum pushed her thighs farther apart.

Enough for him to dip his head right between them.

With just a one, long lick he got to taste her excitement. It took one more lick to send shivers down her spine, and he smiled up at her. She had watched his eyes shut before he buried his face into her heat.

Her fingers tugged on his hair, and he moaned against her. His nose was rubbing against her clit as he continued eating her out, and she couldn’t help but cry out when his tongue slid inside her.

The way she wriggled underneath him, moaning into the palm of her hand as she tried to not be so loud, as if anyone could hear them, was definitely enough to make his cock start hardening again.

Not to mention the delicious taste his mouth was surrounded with. His tongue lapped at her core, taking every drop of what she could possibly give him before he closed his lips around the sensitive bud at the top.

“Calum,” she whimpered and when he looked up he saw her eyes were closed blissfully. He gently dragged his fingertips up over her inner thigh before he pushed two of them inside.

Her hand fell from her lips then, and he got to hear her reactions without any obstacles.

She sounded so hot.

Calum was sure he could do even better than this. Encouraged by the sound of her soft cries and moans he flicked his tongue against her clit, his long fingers moving in and out of her. With the passing time, the pace at which he was going picked up.

If there ever happened to be any walls of modesty between the two of them, they were surely nothing more than just ruins by now.

Gone were the moments when she was worried about coming off as too loud. Calum was more than happy to let her use his face to get herself off. It really seemed like she was doing most of the work right now, rocking her hips against him as quickly as she wanted to and as hard as she needed to reach her orgasm.

When her legs started to shake, Calum’s hand were there to grip on one of her thighs. Stopping it from closing when the pleasure simply seemed too much for her to handle.

He held her still, curling the two fingers that were inside her.

Calum’s face didn’t pull away for even just a second as she came undone, her hot moans luring some groans out of him as well.

The change in her behaviour after she came was endearing. Her hand that was gripping on his hair tight just a few seconds ago was now running through the curls softly before it moved to his cheek.

He leaned into the touch, smiling slightly as he could still hear her breathing heavily.

With her beautiful pussy glistening pretty much right in front of his face, Calum couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel to have those soft, warm walls wrap around his cock. Even just the thought of it made him let out a soft sigh, and he didn’t even try to fight the urge to stroke himself. She would need a moment to recover, though.

He was horny, but he wasn’t a dick. He was going to give her all the time she needed. Finding a comfortable position on the seats, Calum pulled her closer to him and ran his hands over her naked body.

That was until she pointed out how unfair it was that it was only her who was freezing their ass off here.

She was right. While all of her clothes were laying on the car floor, Calum’s shirt was still on and so were his pants. They were pushed down just enough for his cock to be free.

His eyes were smiling when she trailed her hands over his chest before finally gripping on the hem of his shirt and helping him to take it off.

As soon as his chest was bare, her nails dug lightly into his skin and he could see the little smirk that started growing on her lips.

She leaned closer, kissing the spot right below his ear, and he shivered when she whispered to him how she cannot wait to have that nice cock inside her.

There was no need for convincing.

Set of chuckles erupted from her chest when he gently nudged her away. Calling her a fucking animal after she went to further detail about how hard she came last night while masturbating to the memory of him fucking her in the bathroom during the party last weekend.

She turned around and propped herself up on her forearms, her ass up in the air.

Calum groaned a little at the sight and when that little tease sneaked one of her hands in between her legs to rub herself, he simply had to curse.

He made her pull the hand away with a firm spank across one of her cheeks. After, he kneaded the sore flesh for a moment before he slid his hand to spread the wetness around, preparing her for him.

When he finally pushed his cock inside, they both let out a low sigh. Calum’s mouth was falling open as he watched his cock disappear inside her. The movement was nice and slow even though she seemed to be more than ready for this. He simply wanted to savour it, but then she fucking clenched her walls around him and he almost gasped.

Another smacking noise sounded through the car as his hand hit her ass and now it was her time to suck in some breath. Calum kept his hand there now, squeezing her body tight as he pushed into her with more force.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered out, but she barely noticed. She was way too focused on how nice it felt to have him filling her up like this, hitting all the right spots her fingers simply couldn’t reach. It had been just a few days since the last time she got to feel him like this. And yet she was going to bed thinking of how amazing it felt to have his body pressed against hers every night.

She moaned loud and clear when both of his hands held her hips in place as he thrust forward, making sure she felt him as deep as she possibly could.

“Fuck,” she let out in a shaky voice when he drew back only to push in just as hard again.

Even with his hands holding her still, she tried pushing against him as she wanted to keep him inside her for the most part.

Calum decided to let her do her thing after a while. Enjoying the view and feeling of her fucking herself on him the way she liked the most. He leaned his face down and placed a small kiss on her back before suggesting she should ride him.

He loved having her on top. The way she rolled her hips made his head spin. Not to mention the great view of her bouncing tits right in front of his face. They were basically asking to be put into his mouth, and he always obliged.

Tonight was no different. His tongue was flicking over her nipple while his hands were squeezing her perfect ass. Calum remembered to reward it with a spank every once and then while she was doing her own incredible thing.

From the pitch in her voice and the way how she was desperately holding onto his neck, he dared to say she wasn’t far away from cumming.

Suddenly, her movements stopped. She was sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. Honestly, this was not something he had a problem with at all, but something about how her body stiffened confused him.

“What?” He asked, keeping his lips as close to her breast as he could.

“Did you hear that?” She wanted to know as she pulled her chest away, looking down at him with her eyes wide.

“Hear what?”

“I don’t know what that was. Just… noise. It was weird.”

“Babe,” he murmured and pecked the hard bud in front of him. “It was just wind or something. Don’t worry,” Calum tried to soothe her, stroking her ass that must had been bright red by now.

The expression on her face didn’t look too convinced, and he sighed.

Slowly, he kissed one of her tits and then the other. “Just forget it okay?” He smiled a bit and moved one of his hands to her front, starting to play with her clit while his own hips began moving slightly, so they could get back to where they had left off.

“How about we keep going, and I will then eat you out, cleaning up all the mess?” His voice was low as he was suggesting that, his lips brushing against her burning skin. He smiled when her walls tightened around him when she heard that suggestion. He didn’t forget how much she had enjoyed that before.

“Would that help to calm down your nerves?” There was a bright smile as he looked up at her and she had no other choice than to simply mirror it while nodding her head in agreement.

Her worries vanished as quickly as they had appeared. The circles he was drawing on her clit and his mouth that was closed around her nipple was a great help.

She rocked her body on top of his quickly, making him groan out on more than just one occasion. No matter how much Calum liked to let her be in charge, with the pressure in his lower abdomen, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting upwards, making her body jerk up.

She smiled through her moan the first time it happened, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“You like that?” He hummed out when their eyes met, a tiny smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“Of course, I do,” she breathed out quickly, moaning again when his hips thrust up roughly once more. Slowly, she took her eyes off him.

Another hard thrust.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck…,"Calum got out, his voice slightly muffled by her chest where he had excitedly pressed his face.

"Fuck. Fuck! No. No. Not like that,” she started to stammer, making him pull away by tugging on the hair on the back of his neck, way harder than he liked. He actually winced from pain this time.

“The noise! It was a fucking car!”

Quickly, she covered her chest with her arm, getting off of him. Calum blinked.

“Okay… It was a car. You blew me in the middle of the road. Since when do you care about cars?” He laughed.

“It’s my dad.” She had motioned out of the back window before she quickly reached down to get her shorts.

“What?!” Confused, Calum took a look over his shoulder. The door of the familiar, silver vehicle opened, and he gulped.

“Fuck.”

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inkstaineddaughter · 4 years

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Soft Drop

Chapter 8: Not Losing a Daughter

Charlie/Reader

Fluff, implied past smut, light angst

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You and Charlie can still risk lunch together, at least. As long as it’s not too early in the day or late enough to rouse suspicion. You also avoid ordering anything too sexy, like a French Dip or cherry pie. And you’re careful to not so much as brush a finger against his for fear that his touch would reveal your whole heart to everyone in the café. Who this guy? Hell no! I’ve known him forever, he’s like my big brother! This thing is entirely, 100 % platonic.

Charlie sighs into his clam chowder. He’s going to taste so fishy later, but you decide to let it go and pick your battles. “I feel like, with all this moving in and things changing as rapidly as they are, I think maybe we ought to talk to your parents?” he asks. “Soon?” The thought of talking to someone and saying everything out loud, is harrowing. Especially your parents. They’ve always been supportive of your choices, no matter how ridiculous they seemed. They’ve allowed you freedom to discover things on your own and always welcomed you back with open arms when things went awry. But you’re sure that even spin adultery into a learning opportunity. And will you get the A-Word out of your head? It’s not even true, really. Stop beating yourself up.

“No, you’re totally right,” you agree. Parents? What parents? You never had any parents. No parents and that is not your boyfriend tight there. With the bowl of soup and the big brown eyes. Shit. “That’s going to be one hell of an interesting conversation though, isn’t it?” Ideally, you’d like to remain the Other Woman until the very last divorce detail is settled, then surprise your mom and dad with a flashy reveal. God, you’re so fucking in denial.

“Your dad?” Charlie asks, gesturing with his spoon. “He’s not the ask-for-permission type, is he?” You snort a nose full of iced tea as you laugh mid-swallow. “Oh, hell no!” you cough. “We are too progressive for that.” Your dad would not be pleased at Charlie for asking a question like that. How dare you besmirch my strong, independent daughter’s honor?! And though it won’t ever happen, you do like the fantasy scenario of your dad slapping Charlie in the face with a glove and challenging him to a duel over it. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Real-World Charlie says as he passes you a napkin so you can wipe your eyes.

“Yeah, but Dad likes you!” And that part is, at least true. Even back in school, while you kept a steady stream of drama geeks coming through the house, Charlie and your dad always seemed to find something to connect over. Maybe it was because he was so mature. A wise and worldly graduate student. And your mom? Well, she automatically became everyone’s mom, regardless of maturity. And you never said anything then and probably still wouldn’t bring it up, but you suspect that Charlie secretly enjoyed being taken care of.

“Yeah, well everybody likes you until you’re fucking their daughter,” Charlie mumbles as he glances over your shoulder and signals the waiter for the check. And you sigh. Really, who doesn’t live together and have sex on every single piece of furniture before their married? Or before they’re divorced?

It’s a miracle how quickly schedules can be coordinated enough for everyone to be in the same place at the same time. Even so, you’re already hoarding newspapers and bidding farewell to a few of your more repellant articles of clothing (It’s your gym shirt! From high school!). The idea of co-habitation is absolutely intoxicating. But by Saturday afternoon, everything looks normal. Just bringing your frazzled, mid-divorce BFF over to Mom and Dad’s for lunch. And it really is all about the high neck blouse this season.

You arrive at your parents’ door with the customary bottle of wine. It didn’t seem like all that long ago that you would show up at their door with the offering of your dirty laundry. The Greeting Ritual continues with cheek kisses, hugs and handshakes. “How have you been?” your dad asks Charlie after one of those manly handshake-hugs where they try to knock each other’s vertebrae loose with the back pats. “One day at a time, you know?” Charlie responds. It’s a vague answer. A cop-out answer. Kind of like ‘Living the Dream’. No one even knows what The Dream actually is. Also, according to your dad, the wine is a ‘good year”. No one is really sure what that means either.

The subject of divorce follows you down the hall into the family room. Somehow, it makes you feel left out, makes you linger in the doorway like you’re watching your best friend from school and your best friend from music camp meet each other and bond without you. Your mom nods sympathetically. “Divorces have the power to cause so much damage, they really do. Especially with kids involved.”

“You let us know if you need anything, all right?” Your dad settles back into his favorite spot on the sofa and pats the cushion next to him. Charlie hesitates and you meet his eye from across the room and duck your head. That way, no one can see you press your lips together and fight the giggle rising in your throat. He did say ‘anything’. Maybe asking for his daughter’s hand might be the right strategy after all.

“Drink, Charlie?” your mom asks as she breezes past you on her way to the kitchen.

“Scotch?”

“Rocks?”

“You know me too well.” Charlie smiles fondly at her and you curse yourself for thinking that this would be awkward and awful. Your mom stops beside you and taps your arm. But you’re too engrossed in the conversation happening between Charlie and your dad to respond. It sounds like it might be important.

“You still into Ken Burns?” your dad asks. Charlie nods as your mom taps you even harder. “(Y/N), come and help me in the kitchen for a minute.”

“What an antiquated and sexist thing to say!” you hiss, but you follow her anyway. Behind you, you can hear Charlie and your dad continue their conversation. “1981,” your dad sounds almost offended. “A New Yorker, born and bred and never seen a documentary about the Brooklyn Bridge! Unbelievable!”

In the kitchen, Charlie’s laughter is muted and your mom has already poured the scotch and uncorked the bottle of wine. She pushes the glass across the counter at you and fixes you with a patented penetrating Mom Stare. You feel a bit like a teenager again, like Y/N, did you sneak out of the house/raid the liquor cabinet/order a pay-per-view movie? You’re ready to confess anything when she asks, “Is Charlie all right? Really?”

Simultaneous relief and affection for your mom make you weak. Even if her interrogation skills are on point with you, she’s still “Everyone’s Mom” just like she always was, watching out for you and all your friends.

“He’s okay,” you sigh, watching the ice cubes float and bump into each other in Charlie’s Scotch. “Just… he’s just really stressed out. I admit, I have, like, zero experience with divorces, but this whole thing just seems like a complete circus. Like a circus on fire.” Your mom chuckles softly as she passes a glass of wine to you. “Welcome to being a real grownup, dear heart,” she says and holds up her own glass. “It’s weird and it’s messy and very seldom does any of it make sense.” She’s about to find out how “real” of a grownup you’ve become. Cheers!

The Ritual resumes as you eat and you and your three most loved people in the world are reduced to making small talk. You parents question you about work, sleep and vegetables. You compliment them both on dinner and your mom congratulates Charlie on the play. Your dad tells you that you have excellent taste in wine and you say thank you. Who’s turn is it next? Truth or Dare, Charlie? I dare you to eat my pussy after we get home tonight.

You fold your napkin in your lap and clear your throat. Should you tap your fork on your glass? That’s what people do, right? They’re all turning their eyes toward you anyway and you halfway expect somebody to pass you a mic. Dammit. You swallow a (rather large) sip of wine and continue. “Okay, so, a thing happened,” you say. Well that sounded stupid. What thing? The Russian Revolution? The Beatles at Shea Stadium? You peeing your pants at school in kindergarten? Both Charlie and your parents are giving you confused and concerned looks.

“A reasonably sized thing,” you elaborate. Across the table, Charlie’s brows shoot up at your choice of words and you stumble. Size, right. Like his dick. Maybe if you just grabbed him by the collar and kissed the fuck out of him, Mom and Dad would get the message. Oh, you’re going to need more wine for this. “We,” you continue and pause again. You set your glass back down on the table. “We” sounds too accusatory and you feel like you should take more of the blame for this announcement. “I mean, I…” Shit! You’ve already blown it. It’s done. Seizing up your glass, you down the rest of your wine in two gulps. “Charlie and I have been sleeping together for the last, what?” You glance over at him for confirmation. “Six weeks?”

“About that,” Charlie shrugs, following your lead and throwing caution to the wind. Your dad leans forward and frowns, resting his chin on his hands. You recognize it immediately as his “Physiatrist Pose”. Lord help you now, this is it.

“Goodness!” your mom says after swallowing half of her own drink. “When I asked you if he was all right, that wasn’t quite what I meant.” And you’re a thirteen-year-old girl again whining, Mooooom, you’re emBARrassing me!

But your attention turns immediately back to your dad. “Why?” he asks. A simple question, but one with so many explanations and excuses and little lies and apologies that can be woven into the answer. When Dad asks questions like these, they’re never mocking or angry. Just honest and open. But always expecting an honest answer in return.

You hesitate and glance in Charlie’s direction because who else is going to help you when Mom and Dad have you on the rack? He’s frowning slightly, but still maintaining eye contact with all three of you. As you watch, he sets his glass down and tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

“Because I love him,” you blurt out. “I don’t know if I always have, God that sounds so stupid, or just if recent developments sort of made it happen.” Your dad is looking more sympathetic now and less like the objective medical professional and Charlie is looking only at you. “And it’s awful?” you go on. “I know that it’s awful to fall in love with someone who’s married and not even have the decency to wait for a divorce.”

“People out there have done so much worse.” Your mom motions for you to hand her your empty glass and she refills it. “Lots of grey areas when it comes to issues of morality, my girl. And ‘Awful’ is always a relative term.” You smile gratefully at her. Suddenly, you can’t wait to strut down Broadway, wearing your scarlet A and you know you’ll rock that shit because you’re a grown ass woman who can fuck any guy she wants.

But the voice of your dad brings you back to earth. He sits back in his chair and says, “You’ll have to forgive me for this, Charlie, because it really is a ridiculous question, but just what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?” Instead of bristling at the question, which you honestly expected, Charlie continues to look thoughtful. “It’s not a ridiculous question at all,” he shrugs. “I think it’s a totally valid question, especially considering the circumstances here. And I completely understand it.” He glances back at you, smiles slightly and turns his attention back to your dad.

“My son”, Charlie continues, “Now, granted he’s only eight, so there is quite a difference. But it scares the hell out of me to think that one day he’ll go out into the world and the rest of the world won’t love him as much as I do.” Are his eyes getting teary? You can’t tell from where you’re sitting. Tears are fucking pay dirt for your dad. A man who’s in touch with his emotions? He loves nothing more.

Charlie continues. “I’d rather just keep him away from all of it, never let him experience anything that could hurt him. But of course, it doesn’t work that way.” Your dad nods knowingly at this statement and suddenly it’s just a chat, father to father. Only wanting what’s best for their children. You watch your dad and Charlie settle on common ground and meet in the middle. You realize how much your hand is shaking and carefully set down your glass.

“As far as my intentions with (Y/N), I intend to love her. I already love her. And I intend to do everything I can to show her how much she is loved.” You know you should be watching your dad right now, scanning his face and body language for clues. Is he angry? Are his arms folded? Does he have a single glove in his hand? But even in the dining room where you grew up, the hallowed site of Thanksgiving dinners, birthday cakes and algebra homework, Charlie is the most familiar thing in the room. And you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“But I don’t want to spoil her and give her everything she wants, either.” Didn’t you warn him not to put you on a pedestal? And didn’t he tell you that he didn’t want you that far away? All that wine must be going to your brain, because this might be the part where you actually pass out. Charlie is frowning now, trying to find the right words for both you and your dad. “I want to work together with her,” he continues. “Create things with her and solve problems together. I intend to cherish her, absolutely, and always, always support her. But I’m not let her get away with shit either.” He looks from your dad to you and smiles. “Just like she’s always done for me.”

Motherfucker, he’s going to make you cry too. In front of your parents. Your dad finally turns to look at you and you know he’s still expecting an honest response. “I’m going to marry him,” you blurt. It’s one part defiant, one part simpering Disney Princess, but Daddy I LOVE him!

Your mom coughs and splutters on her wine. “M-marry?!” she chokes. “Is it a little soon? Just a bit?”

“Not right away!” you argue. “Jesus, Mother! Not like, before the ink on the divorce papers is dry, but eventually. Why not?” Why not watch him sign papers on the 3rd floor, fuck him in the elevator on the way up and have the Justice of the Peace marry you on the 7th floor?

“Is this the first you’ve heard of this?” Dad cocks his head in Charlie’s direction with a playful smile. The camaraderie between them holding up still.

Charlie scoffs and frowns. “No, of course not. I asked her. Last week sometime.”

“Saturday,” you whisper. Then louder. “It was Saturday, remember? We went to dinner that night.” You can tell from the way he looks at you that Charlie absolutely remembers. But your parents do not need to be privy to the all the events of that night: fingering in the cab, fingering in the hotel room, sex on the bed, sex in the shower, Charlie’s tongue in your cunt. Nope, just dinner.

Your mom scrunches up her face and shrugs. “Well, it would definitely be frowned upon in polite society.”

“Considered adultery,” your dad adds and you deflate. Fuck you, A-Word! Charlie shakes his head, looking down at his napkin. “I admit, Mr. (L/N) the timing is not ideal.”

“But polite society never had a place in this house.” And now your eyes are totally tearing up as you smile at your mom. She’s so great. “Speaking of houses,” you sniff and dab at your eyes. “I’m moving in with him. I gave notice yesterday.” And this might be the point where you push things too far. Your dad does an honest-to-God facepalm and Mom’s eyes are as big as Grandma’s Noritake china.

“Is it…?” she asks. “Is it a great idea? Now? Ummmm. Jumping in a little soon.” You’re the impulsive, emotional one. But Charlie, older and wiser, a responsible father for God’s sake! He should be discouraging this! Well, fuck that. Time to bring out the princess again. But this time, she’s not a naive and insufferable twit. This time, she’s a real grown-up. Wearing a high-neck blouse instead of her frilly princess dress.

And you explain to them, in detail, about offsetting the cost of Charlie’s court expenses, about the trial moving and all the strain it’s going to cause. Henry. And, really, this isn’t just you impetuously throwing yourself onto some guy’s dick. It’s Charlie! Look at him! Sitting there at the table in his cardigan and his hair is so pretty and yes, it really is as soft as it looks! “Guys look,” you say to Mom and Dad. “This is something that we’ve given so much thought to! We’ve done the homework, made lists and crunched numbers.”

“It makes sense,” Charlie adds. “It really does.”

“Plus,” you reach for your refilled wine glass and shrug. “I’m not exactly asking permission, here.” Jesus Christ, that came out sounding a lot nastier than you had intended and you splutter an apology. If the bratty princess’s parents don’t punish her, then her betrothed just may have to bend her over his own knee. That might be something that warrants further investigation. But it will have to wait until later. “I don’t have anything to hide from you guys,” you tell your mom and dad. “You deserve better than that. But this is what it is.” And they’re still there.

In the end, all Mom and Dad do is offer tentative congratulations and support you, and Charlie now too, with unconditional love. “Family is family,” your dad says firmly, sounding much more like a mob boss than a child psychiatrist. Of course, they also offer to help you pack and move. Since a crew of burly stagehands has also been recruited to help, it should be easy work now.

And when you stand by the front door getting ready to leave, Charlie holds out your jacket for you and your mom touches his cheek. “Take care of yourself now too,” she reminds him. Still everyone’s mom.

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