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[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and to Heal (Part 14)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Martin should be focused on today's match. In less than two hours, he'll be out on the pitch to captain his side. He needs clarity. He needs precision. He needs to stop thinking about you. 

But everywhere he looks, he's reminded of you. He can't bring himself to delete the dozens of photos on his phone or the messages you've sent him. The note you stuck in his duffle one day still hangs in his cubby, shoved between the shelf and the back wall. Martin aches worse now than being plowed over by a defender. How is he expected to lead when he is a husk of who he's meant to be? 

Martin runs a hand through his hair. At no point did he expect to become this attached, to have his mood so dependent on another person. He doesn’t like it, not at all. 

"Mate, you giving this talk or am I?" Kieran's Scottish accent grates on Martin's ears for no good reason. Kieran has been doing that quite a bit lately; he talks quietly about the woman he’s started seeing, and is careful to avoid doing so in Martin’s presence, but it still stings. At least someone on his squad is happy. 

Though grateful for the offer, Martin shakes his head. Team talks ahead of games are his responsibility, and he'll be damned if he misses it because you dumped him. Heartbreak aside, he needs to be the captain his team needs him to be.

So, Martin clamors to his feet. He forces his shaking legs to work, to remain steady, whilst his mind works through the fog surrounding it. Each step he takes towards the center of the sparsely decorated away dressing room feels like he is wading through waist-high molasses. But Martin has always been a fighter, and today is no different. 

“Facing anyone away from home is tough," Martin starts a minute later. He sounds more confident than he feels, which he is grateful for. "Nothing we haven't won before, though. Their fans are harsh but we are strong. We've faced worse and come away with three points. I'm not saying this will be a cakewalk." Martin observes the faces of his teammates, noting which seem hesitant and which are hungry. There's fewer of the former thankfully, which bodes well for their chances. 

"This will be both a physical and mental game. We haven't been challenged like this in over a month. Our last fixtures have been easy wins. No frills, nothing fancy- go back to your roots, the basics. Let's show our gunners what they traveled all this way for!"

Though far more brief than his usual, Martin's words have the desired effect regardless. The lads all clap and cheer, raring to go. Slipping into his matchday headspace is easier now that his teammates are here to lift him up. 

Not that it matters- ten minutes into the match Martin knows they’re done for. Sevilla batters Martin's side, raking them across the coals. A 3-0 loss away in the Champion's League isn't exactly a morale booster. The changing room is quiet after the final whistle blows. Arteta doesn't bother to give any sort of speech. The gaffer lets the silence speak for his disappointment, which somehow hurts more than if he had screamed at them for hours. Martin himself is too caught up in his head; his loose passing led to the goal that sealed their fate tonight, and that's not something he'll forgive himself for any time soon. 

On the ride from the stadium to the airport, Martin turns his phone over in his hand. In a perfect world, you would be at his house comforting Atla right now. The two of you would be cuddled up on his sofa, Atla probably insisting on being wrapped up in the duvet off Martin’s bed- that’s always her favorite on match day. 

The worst thing about an away loss is knowing that Atla’s nanny, bless her heart, won’t be able to keep Atla from crying. She hates seeing Arsenal lose, especially when it’s in the Champion’s League. Her poor nanny is probably frantically attempting to soothe her, though Martin is certain Atla won't calm down until he is home early tomorrow. 

If Martin is sure of anything, it’s that he needs to get his mind off of his lackluster performance. Because if he fixates on it, he’ll be lost in his head for who knows how long. Martin, as the face of his team, needs to be focused on the bigger picture. Arsenal still tops their group, regardless of tonight’s result; though even that knowledge cannot lift his heart enough. 

Messaging you might possibly be the worst idea he's ever had. He convinces himself to tuck his phone away until he's on the plane. There, crammed between the window and a snoozing Aaron, he can no longer resist temptation. Martin connects to the onboard wifi and pulls up your contact. 

He shouldn't. 

It's a bad idea, right? 

Fuck it. 

I miss you. If I asked if you're free tomorrow night what would you say?

Delivered at 21:53. Martin stares at the screen until his eyes grow heavy. The 'no new messages' in the app hangs over his head. When Martin falls asleep against his will, he dreams of titans tumbling from their mountainous perches, crushed under the weight of unmet expectations. 

*********

Leaving Martin's message unread is an exercise in restraint. Your fingers itch to click on it for multiple reasons, not the least of which is genuine curiosity. You know it starts with 'I miss you' and includes some sort of question, though you have no idea what he'd be asking. Maybe he wants the kit he gave you back, but he's too afraid to ask outright. 

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. It's Monday, which means your students are your focus, not your personal life. Throwing yourself into work has never been a problem; you find small tasks to keep you busy when your students are working quietly in groups. Things like testing whiteboard markers, sharpening pencils, organizing bookshelves. Anything that keeps you busy and on your feet is acceptable at this point. Motion means distraction, and distraction means you don't think about your phone sitting in your bag. 

Your prep period comes and goes without incident, as you plan your entire week of lessons in the hour-long session. Your best friend is absent today, meaning she thankfully doesn't barge in to bother you about your day with Martin. Thank the stars, because you aren't sure you could have that conversation without a breakdown. At least you only have a few more hours until the final bell rings, and then you only need to get through after school care before you can flop on your sofa with a container of ice cream. 

Your stomach ties itself in knots as you set up the gymnasium like you normally do. Coloring pages are laid out on the plastic picnic table, footballs are scattered around a child-sized goal, and snacks are set out for kids to grab as they come in. You keep yourself as busy as possible whilst they arrive. You recognize Atla’s laugh rising above her friend’s voices and force yourself to remain seated. After successfully avoiding speaking to Atla for nearly an hour, a glance at the clock confirms your fear: her guardian is late for pick up.

"Hey, Atla," you murmur, crouching down to her level and keeping your voice light. You're fully aware of how she bristles when you speak, her little shoulders going rigid. "Is your papa picking you up today?"

"I don't know." Atla turns her head slightly away, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. It isn’t her responsibility to know who is meant to pick her up, but if you can avoid calling Martin to clarify…

You sigh through your nose while offering the child a smile, "do you remember him saying anything about pick up today? If someone different was coming by, maybe your uncle Kieran?"

Atla shrugs, continuing to color her cotton candy bunny. She sighs, purposely not offering you a pencil like she normally does. You know why, of course. You can’t exactly blame her for being frosty. 

Rationalizing with children is no simple feat. It isn't your place to sit down and explain to Atla what dating is, and why it isn't a sin for Martin to be dating her teacher. She's a toddler, and in her mind her mum will be coming back. Her mum would be devastated to find Martin with someone else, and that's all that matters to Atla. 

Instead of talking, you communicate in Atla's language. You pick up a purple pencil on your own and leaf through the printouts until you find one of a frog, then set about coloring it in. Atla pauses, clearly curious about your design, and watches you with bright blue eyes. You let her, wanting to repair the relationship you have with her above all else. It doesn't matter that your heart aches when you look at her and see Martin's features in her delicate face; she is a student and you love her the same as the rest.

You draw bright polka dots across the frog, determined to communicate in an easy, stress free way. Atla is an artist and as such, regardless of her age, her mind is soothed by creativity. You allow yourself to relax as Atla shows no signs of rejecting your companionship. You are all too aware of her eyes on you, following each streak of color you lay onto the page. It is an effort to remain quiet, letting the soft music playing from your desk across the room fill the silence. 

Finally, Atla squeaks out a question- "why were you kissing my papa?"

You mull the question over for a minute. You could lie, try and convince her that she had made it up. That would not be fair to anyone, especially Atla. No, the truth is best, especially because she will find out sooner or later. "Because I care about your papa very much. He means a lot to me, and that’s how I wanted to show him."

"You do?" Atla pauses to look up at you. “But I care about my friends a lot. I don’t kiss them! Papa said that’s only for people you love.” You afford her your undivided attention, setting your pencil down and sliding the page aside. Conscious of your body language, you refrain from crossing your arms to avoid closing yourself off. You have to be careful with what you say; the last thing you want is to admit your feelings to Martin’s tiny daughter. 

"Yes, I do. I care about your papa. You know how sometimes in films, when the princess is really sad, the prince comes along and cheers her right up? That's what your papa is for me." 

Atla's brow furrows like she's trying to picture it. She then sorts through the stack of coloring pages and pulls out one of Ariel and Eric, tapping the half-scribbled sheet, "like princess Ariel and her prince?"

You nod, thankful for her understanding. "Exactly. And I care about your papa so much that I'd let a sea witch take my voice," you lean over and pretend to grab at Atla, imitating stealing her voice from her throat like in the film. You continue when a delighted giggle fills the room, "and use it for her own plans. I'd be quiet my whole life if it meant I could be around your papa."

"I like when you talk. I don't want a sea witch to steal your voice." 

"Well then I'll just have to protect it won't I? Can't have you getting upset!" You playfully tap Atla's nose, earning you another giggle. Her wide smile has her dimples on full display, a sight which you admit you’ve missed almost as much as her pa’s.

Martin clears his throat from across the gym. That funny feeling in your stomach reappears with a vengeance. 

“Pa? Pa!” Atla's head turns and she immediately clamors over to him, her knee knocking the table in her haste to get up. Pencils roll to the ground and you bend to pick them up, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on your task and not on Martin. So studious are you that you refuse to look up even when a pair of black trainers edge into your view, followed closely by a pair of tiny white ones. 

“Hello,” Martin murmurs. Your entire body tenses at the sound of his voice. You haven't realized how viscerally you've missed it until you hear it. 

“Hello Mr. Ødegaard.” 

Martin doesn't speak just then. He doesn't need to; the title you've used says more than a thousand words ever could. 

Square one. 

“I apologize for being late. Training ran long,” Martin says with perfect formality. Gone is the hint of flirting you had come to expect. There are no traces of fondness. Instead his words are punctuated by an undercurrent of mourning. 

“It’s not a problem. Don't fret about it. Atla’s bag is on the coat hook- these are hers from today.” When you stand to hand over the drawings, you train your eyes on the crest on Martin's chest. You refuse to glance any higher. If you do, you know you won't be able to control yourself. One glance at his eyes and you'll crumble, and you cannot allow yourself to be so selfish. 

“Atla, grab your things please.” 

“Yes, pa.” Atla's little footsteps ring through the gymnasium, piercing in the silence. You and Martin both remain frozen, as your feet are glued to the polished wood beneath your feet. Your heart is an ocean in your ears. It pounds on your ribcage, begging and pleading to be set loose. Your fingers twitch at your side, joints aching to reach for him. You crave the familiarity of his lips, the burn that washed over you with each tiny kiss you shared. 

“You got my message the other day, right?”

“Oh- yes I saw something from you. I didn't read it though. Just got so busy, I must have forgotten.” Your stomach flips when Martin's posture slumps ever so slightly. You nearly reach out to comfort him but stop yourself at the last moment. 

“Right, of course.” Martin shifts on his feet, glancing at Atla quietly stacking cones. “I was trying to ask if you had some free time this week. Thought maybe we could do something.” 

You think back on the conversation you just had with Atla. Though she is incredibly mature for her age, you still don't feel right about having anything other than a professional relationship with Martin. “Mar I'm sorry, I can't-”

“Of course, I understand. Just thought I'd try one more time.” Martin smiles softly. The gesture does not reach his eyes. Martin looks so unlike himself, so timid and small, that you scarcely recognize him. “Atla, are you ready søta? It's time we get home, uncle Kieran is coming by to steal your chicken nuggets. We have to get there first or there won't be any left for you!”

“I told uncle Key those were mine!” Atla screeches, stomping over to Martin and grabbing his hand. “Come on pa! We have to go!” 

Neither father nor daughter glance at you as they make their way out. You remain rooted to the spot long after Atla's laughter fades. Cleaning up and locking the door upon your exit are the result of simply going through the motions. Muscle memory takes you home, barely remembering snips of the drive. 

The emptiness in your heart remains long after you have sunk yourself in a warm bath, wine glass in hand. Not red, never a red anymore, because you cannot stand the color. Even a deep merlot reminds you of him, of sharing that bottle in front of his fireplace the first night he’d invited you inside to chat. Neither of you had wanted to leave, though you reminded him that you had to be up early in the morning. 

The pinkish washcloth you run over your arms was once a vibrant cherry red. Even that stings more than you care to admit. More wine, another glass, anything to stave off the tears threatening to fall. Why did you have to say yes to that first date? Why did you cross that line, blurring the boundary between professional and personal?

It takes one more glass of wine before you find yourself reaching for your phone, splattering soapy suds across the tile.

Could we talk? 

[comfort-questing]

yes I SAID I'd be writing my own aftermath fic for those scenes if the show didn't give it...

-

When he was a kid Stark had tried not to cry. But by this time everyone already knew he was weak; crying wouldn't make any difference now. And - as Linie's form crumbled to dust along with the mana-spun axe in her hands - there was no one left to see, or to know, here in the moonlight magic-ruined glade below the city walls.

His eyes were hazy and half-blinded by his lightning slash and the wound above one of them, his mouth full of dirt and blood, right arm numb to the fingertips and useless at his side. High above him on the walltops, the two magics that met against the moon's bright disc - one black as old blood, one shining as pure as the stars - exploded into light as Stark blinked upwards, ever-expanding coronas of brilliance.

He coughed, the acid taste in the back of his mouth redoubling as the pain in his stomach made him gag desperately. Not as heavy as his master's blows had been - but enough to coat the dirt in crimson beneath him, draining the last of his strength away with it. The night and the woods and the walltops and the moon were all spinning and tilting around him, unsteady as his cold and trembling body.

Fern had to be all right. Fern, and Frieren, and Graff who they'd left in the churchman's care. If all of them were all right, that was enough... enough to save this town, one way or another. Enough so that they would have done well, despite everything...

Master... would you be proud of me now?

This time, when his knees hit the ground, he told himself he could rest, because he had won.

(This time, he knew there was no way he was standing up again.)

-

There was hair tickling his face, and skin brushing against his, a whiff of soap and sweat and lightning-flash of mana, for a fleeting moment before it moved away. Trembling fingers found the hollow beneath his jaw, ignited sensation and with it pain, tracing out his pulse.

"Mr. Stark. Stark!"

He managed to open one eyelid, the other clotted shut with dried blood; just enough to see Fern, corpse-pale in the moonlight, white blouse stained darkly all along one shoulder and arm.

"Fern. Are you - "

He could barely hear his own voice, though shaping the words tugged painfully at his face. He tried to smile at her, though, because surely things would be all right now, whether he got to see them or not. She had won her own battle, Lugner's blood magic had marked her but she'd won. And Frieren... Frieren would be there, too, soon...

Everything was going dark again, his eye slipping closed. Dimly Fern's shouts echoed in his ringing ears, and the sound of approaching voices behind her, footsteps in the darkness.

"He's over here! We need to get him to the priest now, he's lost too much blood - "

Arms gathering him up, guards' metal armor chilly and hard beneath him, voices bouncing back and forth above his head. Pressure on his stomach, and his shoulder, and pain pain pain filling him as he gagged again, struggling by reflex.

"Hush, lad." The guard's voice was gentle, firm as the arms around him. "Stay with us a few moments more, now. You've done well tonight."

-

Stark woke slowly, to the tremble of firelight through his eyelids, and to breaths that went all the way down through his lungs with only a little pain, the comforting tightness of bandages steadying his aching shoulder. He could feel both of his arms again, and as stupidly tired as he was, the thrum and after-warmth of healing magic had lent him enough strength that he could think properly again as well.

...Yes. This was better. He could sleep for a week, easily, but he didn't feel like he was on the brink of death anymore.

"...need to rest for a while yourself, miss." That was the priest's quiet voice, somewhere across the room, closer to the firelight. "The Goddess kept you safe for certain tonight - half an inch higher on your shoulder, and you'd have bled out in a few heartbeats. Not that having a nicked lung is much better in the long term, but - "

"But Stark and I got here, anyway." Fern's voice was stronger now, and without the ragged desperation of earlier. "Thank you."

"Of course. Of course. This - has been one of the more exciting nights of my term here."

Stark opened his eyes in time to see Fern's rare smile dart across her face, where she sat across from the priest, the fire burning bright behind them on the hearth. There was the thin gray light of early dawn through the window beyond, and Graff's sleeping form under blankets in the cot beneath.

"Miss Frieren would say that when you invite demons into your town you shouldn't be surprised when things get exciting," said Fern.

"Ah. Yes. The elf. Where..."

Fern did not answer for a moment, her eyes going to the window instead.

"Fighting Aura," she said. "I think so, anyway. We should... look for her, soon."

"And I'll pray for her," said the priest. "And keep an infirmary bed open if she needs it, too, the way things are going so far."

Stark coughed as he tried to speak, but managed it the second time. "Frieren - isn't - back yet?"

"Stark! Stay still, you were hurt badly." Fern's hand hovered over his chest, a clear threat as he tried to get his elbows under him; how she'd gotten across the room that quickly, he wasn't quite sure. "No, she's not back yet, but she's all right, I know. Miss Frieren always is."

Truly Stark couldn't imagine anything in the land getting the jump on their eccentric little leader. After all, hadn't she been part of the group that destroyed the Demon King himself? But he'd feel better once he had his eyes on her, and their party was complete again.

"Fine," he said, falling back on the pillows. "Give me - a couple - minutes and we'll go."

-

It was more than a couple of minutes, but they did go.

That morning was a strange hazy time in Stark's memory, full of golden light and chilly mist, the jolting of the carriage wheels stirring the pain in his healing wounds into fresh jagged agony. Graff's set face across from them had something of the same look to it, his hand pressed to his own bandages under his coat. Fern sat bolt-upright with her face to the small window, the dawn riming her hair in brilliance.

Then the clearing, and the battlefield, with steel spellbound soldiers limp and scattered beneath the early sky; and a figure in white kneeling before them, with the birds kiting upwards on the rising wind above her.

And suddenly, his eyes were full of tears again, but of a different kind altogether, and oddly unashamed as he stumbled out of the carriage towards his new master, Fern at his side.

Now - now - everything was truly all right.

[derireo-galge]

Perfectly Ruined | 4,5k | yoonmin✍🏼

Yoongi all but gives up to find a man for tonight to give him what he needs until Jimin's profile pops up on the app and he decides to give it a shot.

[ jimsu | dom/sub undertones | dom/sub switch | experienced yoongi | shy jimin | dirty talk | lingerie | begging | spanking | crying during sex | teasing | cock slapping | choking on cock repeatedly | manhandling | hair pulling | restriction of movement | rough sex | orgasm delay | overstimulation | all is consentual ]

♡

It's been a regular evening for him so far. He was spread across his bed, fresh out of the long shower, dressed in his favourite silky robe, feet up in the air.

Among all the apps his friends suggested Yoongi hated this current one with vengeance. Basic profiles, basic men, noone catching his interest. Atrocity after atrocity, the frustrated man almost exited it and deleted it off his phone forever but the next page popped up and his thumb froze. There was a picture of a young man, around the same age as him, maybe a little younger. And yes, the information stated that he was indeed two years below. He had pretty fluffy hair and a beautiful face. He scrolled through the profile, curious of his body. And there it was, sculpted well, not overly buff but obviously strong. He looked dainty almost, muscles lean and toned.

Yoongi licked his lips. He'd love to run his tongue over that honeyed skin. He positively liked what he was seeing. In the information box it was mentioned, right next to the fact he was a top, that he also was not very experienced.

Yoongi huffed a laugh. If he was given 500 won for every time a lad was putting "inexperienced" on his profile to get more attention from other guys who would want to teach him stuff, well. He'd be quite comfortable in life. Nevertheless he decided to message this - he looked at the top of the page again - Jimin guy and see what vibes he would be giving off.

Yoongi was pretty intuitive and trusted his judgment. And if he had even a sliver of doubt he'd leave immediately. Jimin responded almost right away and seemed eager to meet at a cafe to have a coffee and a chat.

It was the day of the meeting and Yoongi felt excited, looking at the photos from time to time and hoping to Gods this guy didn't turn out to be an asshole. Or a weirdo. Whether he liked the same things as him or not, it didn't quite matter, tastes differ and so on. The sexual interests mentioned on the profile sounded promising though.

Yoongi spotted him right away, the colour of his hair was standing out from other patrons. The cafe wasn't too crowded and he noticed Jimin chose a table in the corner, nice and secluded. He approached the younger boy and set his bag on the opposite chair.

- Jimin-ssi?

The man looked up and his mouth parted. Yoongi suppressed the urge to chuckle. He knew he looked good, the photos aren't really doing any justice in comparison to the real thing.

And he was wearing glasses only because his friends hollered and screamed how hot he looked in them. They could be pretty convincing that's why he chose to put them on. - Yoongi-ssi, - Jimin uttered looking all over his face, before going for a little bow, - Pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure to meet you too, - Yoongi said, bowing back and sitting himself on a chair next to Jimin. They ordered their drinks and something to nibble on, immediately bonding on their mutual dislike for faulty dating apps.

Jimin had pleasant features, especially his delectable lips that he liked licking and biting, seemingly because of nerves. He did notice Yoongi looking at them and welcomed it. During their get to know each other talk, with both knowing exactly why they were here, Jimin's hand sneakily weaved around the other's waist and he didn't mind that one bit. He'd have to hold himself together not to kiss him right here.

- I had another thorough look at your profile and I must say you tick most of my boxes, - Yoongi started directing the conversation to where he aimed originally. - I'm glad to hear it, - the man genuinely seemed relieved at the confirmation.

They chatted a little, without giving away too personal details but nevertheless it was a pleasant and light conversation. Jimin seemed to give off good vibes, albeit he was a little shy. He had cute gestures and confident moves, he knew how to hold himself and with more time spent talking about meaningless things the more Yoongi was letting his suspicions down. The younger man didn't look like someone dangerous. - Do you have much experience? I know you've stated you don't but just to make sure, I prefer to be clear with my partners.

- This is true, - Jimin fidgeted on his seat, - I do have some experience. But not a lot and I hope you will be alright with that. He was twisting the hem of his sweater in his fingers. He was the cutest top out there, he could swear, already salivating at the images rushing through his mind.

- It's just fine, - the elder reassured, - How about we go over my little questionnaire? He got the bag and took out a neat folder and a pen.

- I already ticked some things that I enjoy and things I don't engage in. I also already have a rough idea what I'd like us to do together so let's see if we match more properly then on that stupid app. +

- And if you have something else in mind, do tell me. Alright? - Jimin giggled, hiding half of his face behind his fingers.

- You're so proper and organized, it's hot, - he mumbled shyly. - Feel free to ask any questions, - Yoongi chuckled at his admission and leaned back. He let the man go through the list on his own.

- Will do, - he agreed, already looking over the lines with attention. - Not a fan of bondage? - Yoongi asked looking through their completed list a little later.

- Haven't tried much, but rather open to it. The younger hid his face in a cup of coffee, stealing sneaky glances at the man next to him, hand weaving back to lie around the waist comfortably. Yoongi didn't mind.

- If you're okay then we can try. Familiar with the traffic light system? After his conformation the elder felt relieved. Jimin knew the basics and that will be more than enough for them to have their fun.

They discussed some more points and came to a mutual agreement to meet tonight at Yoongis place. After exchanging numbers and after giving the man his address Yoongi hurried back home to prepare.

He loved to have everything ready and organized. He cleaned his room and brought fresh bedding and towels. He had touched some things with Jimin in their conversation without going too deep into the details but mostly there was no scenario. They both made sure they liked certain things. For the rest of it... It was nice to set rough boundaries and just let the chemistry between two people do it's magic.

Even if the said people were practically strangers. Oh, Yoongi marveled, especially if they were strangers. When the doorbell rang, he quickly tied his long black robe around his waist and went to open the door.

Jimin was dressed slightly differently than in the afternoon, looking more like he was going on a date. The leather jacket he had on outlined his frame perfectly. The elder invited him in and took his jacket to hang it on the rack.

- Would you like a drink? - he asked.

- Not right now, I'm afraid - Jimin replied scratching the back of his head, - To be honest I'm a little nervous. - Don't worry, you're in good hands - they smiled widely at each other, - But if there is something in particular that you are worried about just tell me and we can talk it out. Or we can stop all together at any moment in time. There he took the younger man's hand in his, having figured out in the cafe that the other was very tactile.

- I will not be offended. We're doing this for fun, aren't we?

- Sure we are! - Jimin answered. They walked inside the bedroom and his guest emitted a quiet gasp.

- Your room looks so beautiful! Have you designed it?

- Yeah, well, it's my passion if you will, the interior design. Let's have a seat?

They both sat on the bed and Yoongi took the younger's hands in his. - Here I am going to talk you through what I have in mind and you tell me if that sounds good to you, alright?

- Yeah.

Yoongi smiled.

- You can call me hyung. Actually, I insist you address me as hyung tonight.

- Yes, hyung, - he sat up straighter. - You are doing very well so far, - the elder said and they both laughed.

The atmosphere wasn't that awkward anymore. Yoongi was a smooth talker and was confident he can put his partner at ease with the power of his words. One of Jimin's hands slid to the elders waist clad in black silk. He scooted closer, rubbing Yoongi's side and looking at his face attentively.

- So I'd like you to relax a little, - hyung said, his voice being a steady deep flow. - Let's get you out of these clothes first. He was still holding his hand while narrating.

- Then I'd love us to touch each other, something simple, yeah?

- Yes, hyung, - he could already see the blush on his cheeks.

- And then I'll tie you up and edge you. And once I'm through with you, you can do me. - How I like it? - his eyes widened.

Yoongi played their earlier conversion in his head.

- Yes, just how you like it, sweetling.

Jimin eagerly moved first to undo the black cord of the robe and held it in his arms. He looked at it in wonder and Yoongi couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his mouth.

- That's exactly what I'll be tying you up with, boy.

The younger let it fall on the bed next to them and started unbuttoning his shirt, eyes averted to his knees. - Show yourself off for me.

Jimin stood up and got rid of all his clothes slowly, standing before the elder in all his naked glory. Yoongi touched and palmed the defined muscles, admiring the well sculpted body in front of him. - Your turn, hyung, - he was distracted from his viewing session by a soft voice laced with mirth.

- Cheeky, - he commented and stood up to shrug off the long robe, letting it fall on the floor. He was left in a black lacy bodice and fishnet holdups that he preferred today to any of his fancier lingerie because he wanted to feel comfortable in his favourite items. Jimin couldn't take his eyes of the pale skin in black lace, so beautiful on his body as if it was made just for him exclusively. He looked pretty, dainty, ready to be ruined mercilessly. He wanted to throw the elder on the bed and worship that ass, buff chest and legs, kiss that soft tummy and press him into the mattress.

Yoongi noticed the ogling and threw his head back with a laugh, graciously cocking his hips and turning around, showing off his amazing body. He loved the way he looked and was pretty confident in himself but it was always nice to be looked at like that, unabashed and hungry.

Yoongi laid back on the bed and motioned for Jimin to come close. - Give me a kiss, sweetheart, - he crooned, opening his mouth and letting the younger see his little tongue running over his teeth.

Jimin connected their lips, the touch soft, careful. He tasted him like something he never did before, tongue licking at the tongue and little hums escaping his chest.

- Now would you help hyung take these off? The younger man looked down where Yoongi was pointing and saw lace panties that were tightly holding his swollen cock inside with the pink head peaking above the hem.

But the moment his fingers touched the black lace he was stopped. - Do it with your hands behind your back.

He groaned at this but went along, unexpectedly picking hyung's legs up and moving them further on the bed, diving to take the panties off after. That little bit of manhandling was so hot, Yoongi's length twitched. He imagined how it would be to end up at Jimin's mercy, in his strong hands moving him as he pleased.

Despite it being physically challenging, after some twisting and turning Yoongi laid bare in front of the other man. He sat up, patting the bedsheets in front of him and Jimin obediently sat in front of him. He spread his legs wide and picked the elders ankles to put his legs over his. They were close enough to touch each other if they so wanted. Yoongi extracted a bottle of lube and uncapped it, dribbling the gel all over the younger’s thick cock.

He wasn't going to lie, he loved the sight of veiny length, coming to life over his heavy balls.. - Pleasure yourself for me, darling. - he asked, lathering himself up and mirroring the other's moves.

They spread the lube over their cocks, touching and fisting them like they'd usually do it alone. Jimin's shoulders were raised, he was obviously flustered but still he kept going, watching Yoongi jerk off with his long fingers.

The elder leaned and his big hand replaced the dainty ones, engulfing his erection in his palm and moving languidly. Jimin gasped and moved his hands forward to do the same. They glided them along their shafts, just enjoying the pleasurable familiar sensations.

Yoongi noticed how the men calmed down and his posture relaxed. He could continue with no worries. Some more kisses were shared, lips not seemingly to want to part from one another. Jimin kissed sweetly, giving small nips to the lips and suckling on the tip of the tongue like it was candy. He was very attentive, looking at Yoongi's eyes for his reactions, expecting praise probably. The elder provided.

Smoothing the pink locks he drew him in closer, whispering into plush lips:

- Lay down for me, pretty, and put your hands on the headboard. Once Yoongi turned around to look for the silk robe ribbon he felt strong arms hugging him from behind and a marvelously thick cock grinding on his butt, the girth of it wide enough to part his asscheeks. - Thank you for guiding me hyung, I love it - he said giddily, giving the pert butt another promising grind and backing away to lay back on the pillows. Yoongi tsked and looked at the other half accusing, half amused. - I'll let this slide because I'm in a generous mood, pup. Try to be more obedient onwards.

- Alright, hyung, - the younger man threw him a dazzling smile and raised his hands to the headboard, waiting to be tied up. After Yoongi made sure the bounds are tight enough to keep him there but loose enough to keep it safe he turned around and sat on Jimin's belly.

The elder curved his spine ro stick his butt out for Jimin to have a perfect view of his tight pink hole. - You wanna fuck this? - he slapped his own buttcheek, - You're so sure you can?

Jimin groaned, eyes zeroed on a jiggling globe in front of him. And then he felt fingers wrapping around his erection, now fully hard. - Look at that thick cock, - the elder gave the head a light slap, making it bob slowly.

- Answer me.

- I do, I do, ah! - he cried out when a firmer slap handed on his shaft with a loud sound. - I do, hyung! - It's all you can think about now right? - the other kept stimulating the girth with both hands, slapping it unexpectedly, coaxing long moans out of the man he was sitting on. - How to stick it in me? - Yes I want to stick it in your ass, hyung, - the younger repeated, hips trying to lift from the pleasurable rubs on his shaft.

He was unable to move much though, Yoongi's weight pinning him down with force. - Good, sweetling, - he hummed and proceeded to jerk the veiny cock off, rolling the balls in his palm and making his moves faster.

When he felt muscles under him tense - a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm - he put his hands in the air. He was listening to Jimin's pathetic whines and watching as the angry red cock twitched with want. He slapped his muscular thighs, two, three times each, hard and sharp, to distract him from sensations in his lower abdomen. He then soothed the quickly reddening skin, running his relaxed fingertips all over the beginnings of marks.

- Hyungnim, - the younger called, - I'm ready, please. - You asked so nicely, how can I say no to you? - Yoongi got back to jerking the thick length with both palms, adding the twisting motions on the upstroke. And soon Jimin was close to the edge again and the elder swatted at his pinkened thighs and balls, leaving the cock move in the air with nothing to grind on.

One look behind at Jimin made his heart skip a beat or two. He was lying there sweaty, teary-eyed, lips gathered in a pout and eyes zeroed on the entrance between the supple cheeks and pink balls that Yoongi was rubbing on his belly. - I'm thinking on sucking you off, pretty, - Yoongi voiced, his tone thoughtful. - I'm not sure you deserved it though.

With that tears spilled on the younger man's cheeks and he suddenly laughed. - Oh, heavens, hyung, I'm such a mess. - he shuffled, getting more comfortable and asking in a sweet tone, - Please suck my cock. Please, pretty please, hyungnim, I'll do anything. Yoongi shuffled closer to his chest, knees at the sides, and stretched his hand to wipe the tears off Jimin's cheeks.

- Sure. You deserve that, pup. He bent over and now his ass was even closer to the other's face bit he couldn't pay it the same amount of attention. All his thoughts were down on his crotch, where Yoongi bent and let his thick cock inside his mouth, stuffing himself full to the brim. He bobbed his head a little before doing all the way down again, restricting his airways and coming up after a while, coughing and spitting saliva everywhere. It was messy then. He would stay with his mouth and throat full of cock, moving in small grinds, impaling himself on the veiny thickness until he can't anymore only to come up panting, dripping his spit all over Jimin's balls and thighs. The noises he was making were lewd and arousing, pushing the younger man closer and closer to the edge along with the visual of Yoongi's pink hole quivering and balls tensing right in front of his face. He came unexpectedly, pushed into the elders throat, come gushing out of him repeatedly. Yoongi felt the length twitch inside, choking him nicely like for the last five minutes or so. They tried to regain their breathing while Yoongi untied Jimin and rubbed the imprints on his elegant wrists.

They kissed, the younger tasting himself in the other's mouth and licking into the wet cavern to get more of it. - Fuck me, right now, - Yoongi breathed out, looking at Jimin's eyes and gathering the running down saliva and remnants of cum off his face onto his fingers to lick them clean one by one.

Jimin saw the challenge but it was an easy job for him. He grabbed the elder by his biceps and turned him around forcefully, pushing him onto the bed. He used one hand to press on his nape and pin him down and grabbed his supple asscheek with the other to move it to the side. He finally got to taste his ass and plunge into the tight hole with his tongue. He licked messily, pressing the muscle inside, sucking and slurping while Yoongi's swears were drowning in the blankets that Jimin shoved him in. Eventually giving up on slapping and trying to grab the younger Yoongi clutched at the sheets and spread his knees a little wider. Strong fingers were digging in the back of his neck, restricting his movements and no matter how much he fought to raise the younger man wouldn't budge.

He was loving it, feeling unable to move and just take whatever he was given. His mouth opened wide at the sensations on his hole that was thoroughly being devoured. Jimin stopped for a moment to spit on the entrance and the elder felt it drooling down to his balls. They too got fondled gently, thumb massaging his perineum and stimulating his prostate from the outside. After a pause he didnt know what to expect but then heard a clicking sound and soon a generous amount of cool lube was poured on his crack, dripping down on the sheets. A calloused pad of the thumb pushed and prodded again and breached his rim, moving inside and out slowly. When Yoongi relaxed he felt the hand on his neck disappearing but he wasn't rushing to stand. He stayed put until Jimin threw a leg over across his back, immobilizing him yet again.

- I'm not going to run away, he chuckled, knowing he can always use his light system to stop or having good judo skills, just throw the man off of him.

So far he was enjoying the play. - Of course you're not, hyung, - Jimin said softly, - Not until I become one with this, - and he lightly smacked the full buttcheek coaxing yet another laugh out of Yoongi. Jimin pushed in with two slicked up fingers, bending them to look for the prostate and when he found it the elder understood the need to hold him down.

The man was relentless, fingering him in earnest, grazing the sensitive gland at every plunge. The movements were fast and rough, jolting the bent body and producing loud slapping sounds.

Yoondi cried out, his voice vibrating from the pace of Jimin's fingers until he thought he couldn't take no more. Just then he stopped, grabbing Yoongi by the sides and rubbing the cockhead on his fucked entrance.

- I'm ready, hyung, - he said, keeping his tone so sweet the other almost felt it on his tongue, - Just say your word. - Ruin me, - he blurted, hands grabbing more of the sheets for leverage.

Jimin bent and carefully gathered his silver hair that fell on his face. He grabbed it tight in his fist and circled his other hand on the base of his pulsating cock. He pushed it in, moving in abrupt thrusts, making room for himself inside warm welcoming body.

Yoongi panted with his mouth open. He held his breath as the thick erection pierced him, parting him inside. He loved the feeling of firm thick cock moving in him, bottoming out and filling him until there's no space left anymore.

He waited it out until asking Jimin to move.

With the hand pulling his hair he was limited in his movements. He was forced to arch his back and get split on a girth that left no room for an inch more.

The younger moved rapidly, thrusting into him with no care in the world and Yoongi thrived on it. He felt drool seeping out of his open mouth and garbled sounds coming out of him at every push.

Jimin aimed directly at his sweetest spot, driving his hyung towards much awaited peak. He felt his dick pulsating and dribbling come on the sheets. It's been a while since he came untouched unless it was one of his toys he's been pleasuring himself with. He had no time to get a breather as Jimin let go of his hair to lay on top of him, trapping his still spread legs with his and not moving to pull out.

His dick too got trapped between the sheets and his abdomen, still quite hard and needy. - Ah, Jimin! - he wailed as he realized he had no way of getting out of this position and the other's thick cock was still in him, gradually increasing his pace. The noises that spilled out of his mouth were close to animalistic as he was getting railed into tomorrow just how he wished. He cried repeatedly as the length speared him, fucking his body into the mattress and loosening his now wide stretched hole. He didn't know how long it lasted, he only knew his voice became so hoarse, it was hard for him to say anything. With force he reached for his aching cock with his hand and squeezed at the base, staving his orgasm off.

- Fill me up, - he gasped, - I want your come deep in me. Jimin grunted and finished inside the tight round ass in dozen of thrusts.

Yoongi was trembling like a leaf on the wind, his legs gave out and he'd have flopped down if not for the younger man gently supporting his pelvis. Jimin all but scooped hom in his arms and turned his hyung around.

He went between his legs that he put on his shoulders and swallowed his sensitive cock, plunging two of his fingers inside his abused entrance. Yoongi let out a choked cry, writhing on the bed and pushing his length indide warm heat of Jimins mouth.

The next moment he saw white and it felt like something exploded in him. With a strangled sound he came and kept on coming and coming, releasing inside the younger. He kept shaking and twitching and Jimin milked him absolutely dry with his sensual lips and tongue. He felt pleasingly spent and empty.

His whole body slumped on the mattress, with the other man resting his head on his soft tummy, hands gliding mindlessly up and down his sides. - Fuck, - Jimin uttered with such awe in his voice Yoongi started laughing with the other joining him too.

- Ah-haa, indeed, - the older man said, rubbing at his sweaty face. - Gods, I don't think I can move for the next century. - Me either, - was Jimin's retort, whichsounded regretful.

- Then don't, - Yoongi replied easily - We have tons of things to do now.

- What kind of things? - he perked up cutely and if he had ears they would surely stand up on his head. - A long shower and delicious food of course, - Yoongi replied hoarsely, clearing his throat. - And lots of tea with honey. - Honey-hyung, - the younger giggled and with that sound Yoongi laid back on the bed, soaring in his high, long fingers tangled in damp pink locks.

~the end~

[talesandfluff]

it’s listening to The Band’s Visit and crying hours tonight lads, I’m so glad they won as many awards as they did

[blairpfaff]

Every time you look at me, I’m seventeen again.

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

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warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

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It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles I'm looking at one right now

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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yourinstagram all that green and your eyes are still my favorites

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cazoff model material, naturally

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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florencepugh = 💜

⤅yourinstagram :)

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

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⤅harrystyles It was.

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles sorry, didn't know the lipstick would be waterproof

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.

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flammedepigelle inspired.

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jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling

⤅yourinstagram 🤍

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⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.

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⤅harrystyles He indeed did it

⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person

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⤅yourinstagram aesthetic

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charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high

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spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse

tylersamj I see a stubble :)

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⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)

⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.

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[imagintheworldaway]

Together

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can you do a Harryxfem! Reader where people see how Harry looks at the reader (calorie challenge- rematch (time stamp 27:17)) and the reader is so oblivious to Harry’s feeling for her because he broke up with his long-term ex last fall and she doesn’t want to read deep into it and just keeps telling people that they’re just friends even though everyone can see past the bull crap and keeps shipping them because they’re very similar and meant to be and after months of Harry pinning after her he tries to move on and go on dates (which fails but she doesn’t know that it’s not working out for him ) so she starts seeing someone and magically somehow end up together and become the “it” couple because of how blunt and honest they are. Sorry that was long! Hope you can write it thanks!

A/N Good gosh this is a long one. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open 

Sitting on the sofa next to Cal, snuggled in a mountain of blankets in Harrys apartment whilst the boys filmed a video was always fun. They were filming the 100,000 calorie challenge and it was JJ, Vik , Cal and Harrys turn to be eating the calories. We were sat watching JJ as he revealed he had absolutely failed the challenge to everyones surprise. The boys all started to complain as I giggled at the failure which was JJ right now. I felt a slight nudge on my side and Cal not so discreetly nodding towards Harry, I looked over at him and smiled but he averted his gaze from me and buried his head into the massive bear still complaining at JJ as it was revealed he had messed up the challenge even more by starting before the official time. 

After JJ’s little mess up they decided to make the fried mars bars, and I feel as though even saying it is cause for disaster. The boys were all crowded around the counter, just making a mess really, not much surprise there. I was happy in my own little world scrolling through instagram with the boys chatter in the background when I started to smell something burning and a mass amount of smoke from the boys. “Oh my god you idiots” I said matter of factly before grabbing the pan and holding it out the window, not wanting the apartment to stink of burnt mars bars as the guys tried to switch off the fire alarm. 

Once everything had calmed down I started to clean up as the boys ate the left over chocolates. “ you don’t have to clean up Y/N” Harry said to me as he bought over a plate to the sink. “Its ok I don’t mind, something to do at least” I smiled up at him. “You sure? I feel bad” he said scratching his shoulder and giving me an awkward smile. “I’m sure, go enjoy your food” I giggled pushing the boy away from me slightly. I finished up the washing as the boys chatted over their takeaways trying to figure out how many calories they were up to. I popped the remaining dishes in the dish washer and popped it on for the boys. 

Once they had finished Cal and I bid the boys goodbye and hoped in an Uber, we lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense that we shared rides just about everywhere. “Soooo” cal started tapping his his legs to the beat of the song that the Uber driver had popped on for us. i gave him a questioning glance as I sent my text to Harry, informing him I had popped the dish washer on and for him not to forget about it. “When are you two finally going to get together” Cal said peering over my shoulder and trying to take a peek at my texts with Harry. I just scoffed switching off my phone and turning my head to look at Cal. “Look he got out of a long term relationship not even six months ago, he just needs a friend right now, and that’s all I am, a friend, plus even if he hadn’t just gotten out of a relationship, well I don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway, like I said I’m just a friend” I shrugged to Cal giving him a half smile trying to cover the sadness which was evident on my face. “I don’t know Y/N if you ask me, or well any of the lads he looks at you like your a gift here gracing us all with your presence. like your some type of angel, he likes you, he really does, he’s just scared to ruin what you have” Cal stated as we hoped out the uber and made our ways into the lift. “Well I don’t want to sound rude, but I didn’t ask Cal, I don’t need my hopes being brought up just for it all to be speculation.” I stated matter of factly. “This is me, I’ll see you later yh?” I questioned Cal who just pursed his lips and nodded to me giving a small see ya. 

I really wasn’t trying to be rude but I had had my heartbroken so many times, and I don’t want to start getting my hopes up about Harry if it is just all speculation and some sort of narrative the lads were making up for themselves. I slumped down on my bed and posted a selfie on instagram asking people what they want to know about me. I wasn’t a huge YouTuber but I did have a large instagram following meaning the questions flooded in within an instant. There was the usual that I answered such as my favourite colour, what am I having for dinner, best place I had ever visited and so on. After a few more generic questions someone asked what my favourite picture was. I scrolled through my camera roll and found one of Harry and I at winter wonderland. we were both wearing Santa hats and he was giving me a piggy bag as I held onto a large teddy he had won me moments before. I captioned it ‘Christmas with my Bestfriend, look at how goofy he looks @wroetoshaw’ I giggled as I posted the pic remembering that day. it was a rare day off for the both of us and with Harrys break up still fresh I decided we should go to Winter Wonderland and just have fun. Which we did, it was one of my most treasured memories with him. He had taken his breakup so hard that I felt it was important that he had a friend around who could take the crying and emotions, someone to just cuddle with and forget about the world. And over the past few months I realised that my feelings for Harry had grown, but he was still hurting and there was no way that I was being any boys re-bound. 

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to blaring light through the blinds of my lounge. I groaned to myself before getting up and trudging to my bedroom to sort myself out. i looked at my phone and I had a few texts from Harry. I smiled as I read them. 

‘Thank you! Almost forgot, you are honestly the best Xx’

‘You alive???? Xx’

‘Good night Xx’

‘Like the insta pic’

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last text. It was sent only minutes after the goodnight text and it didn’t have any of the kisses we usually put on the end of our texts to each other. I also hadn’t got a good morning text from Harry, that was particularly strange because I have always gotten a Good morning and Good night text from him for the past few months with out fail. I just shrugged it off before replying, 

‘Haha no problem! I fell asleep as soon as I got home I’m sorry :( wanna meet up later? Xx’

I smiled at my reply before going to my bedroom and changing to look more presentable. I checked my phone and it was almost lunch meaning Cal was coming over to film a video with me. just as I re adjusted my hair for the a millionth time I heard a knock on the door signalling that cal was here. “Hello stranger” I smiled letting him into my apartment with the array of crisps and snacks he had in his arms. We were filming a British corner shop mukbang whilst answering twitter questions. As Cal settled himself in my studio I helped by opening the array of snacks and cans of drink that he had bought for us. “Hey really weird question but have you heard from Harry today?” I questioned trying not to sound so desperate as to the whereabouts of the boy. “Uh yh messaging me all morning, think he’s got something on tonight. He not told you?” Cal looked up from the array of junk raising his eyebrows at me as I just shook my head in disbelief that he was ignoring me. As we settled in our seats and I turned the camera on I sent Harry a quick text. 

‘Hey have I done something wrong?? :( Xx’ 

The video was going amazing. Cal and I just naturally bounced off of each other and the questions the fans were giving us were quite juicy. “Alright, alright, I’ve got one. Y/N has Harry asked you out yet or is he still being a melt? From @CalFreezy” I giggled at the question and raised my eyebrows at Cal. “These are meant to be from Fans” I retorted to Cal telling him off a little. “Yh Freezy is your biggest fan he’s always nattering on about you and talking about you moving in with them when Harry gets the guts” Cal defended himself causing me to burst out laughing. “Well we all know Harry and I are friends, I love him very much but that’s as deep as it goes” I replied to Cals previous question from Freezy, slight sadness barely evident in my voice. “Is that the only thing that goes deep” Cal stated before bursting out laughing at himself and falling back in his chair ultimately falling off of it causing me to laugh. “Well that’s it for today guys thank you for watching and thanks to this idiot for joining me” I smiled at the camera before shutting it off and helping Cal from the floor. 

“You really need to stop that you know? You can’t force anything to happen” I said matter of factly towards cal as he nibbled on some Pringles. “You see Y/N I’m actually Cal from the future and I’m just stating facts” he gave me a cheesy grin as I tutted at him and rolled my eyes. I was taken out of my trance by a text from my phone. “Alright ditch me for lover boy” Cal called after me. I opened my phone to see it was from Harry but it wasn’t what I was expecting. 

‘Hey Y/N, we shouldn’t hang out anymore it makes Belle uncomfortable.’ 

“Cal what the fuck is this” I shouted to my friend. I heard the thudding of his feet and turned around to show him the message I had just received. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Belle Belle Belle Oh Belle, her really?” Cal scrunched his nose up at me. “Ummm elaborate, who’s Belle?” I pressed for him to release more info to me. “Oh Harry went on a date with her like three weeks ago, looks like it worked out, well for them I guess” Cal shrugged piecing the different parts of the puzzle together for me. “Oh, wow, so he is just gonna drop me like that, like I’m, I’m nothing, like i wasn’t the one there for him when he was mourning over his last breakup. Well that’s a kick in the teeth” I said starting to sniffle, tears threatening to break their way out of my eyes and my mood instantly dropping to nothing. “Hey no don’t cry” Cal said engulfing me in a hug, which I gladly melted into. “If he couldn’t see what he had with you then that boy is more blind than we all thought.” Cal reassured me rubbing my back. “Plus your make up looks too nice to cry it off” Cal said catching a stray tear from my face and making me giggle a little. “Oh Cal why can’t we fall in love?” I questioned sniffing and straightening out my clothes. “Because that would be like fucking my sister and that’s weird” Cal stated making me giggle. 

I don’t think anyone could quite get their heads wrapped around the fact that Harry was with someone new, especially because that someone was not me. For the next month I got fans tweeting me asking if Harry and I had broken up or if he had gone crazy. I also got sorry looks from my friends. Always being placed in the furthest seat away from Harry, always given excuses as to why I couldn’t come to shoots. It sucked majorly. And the worst part about all of this is everyone felt like they had to tread on eggshells around me, as if I wasn’t a fully grown woman who could handle these situations. 

I knocked on Simons apartment door before he opened it replying to someone about something. “Oh Y/N you alright” he said quickly closing the door a little. “Yh Talia said I could pop round and grab my camera that she borrowed.” I said smiling at the lanky man. “Oh yh well um come in, just be careful yh” Simon nodded at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and just nodded at his comment following him through to the living room. And as soon as I saw the tall figure sat next to Harry with an unimpressed look on her face I realised why Simon gave me such a warning. “Heyyyy Y/N Is here” Ethan called standing up giving me a hug making me giggle a little. “Yh Talia knicked my camera again” I stated smiling at the girl who blushed a little realising she still hadn’t returned my device. “Oh so that’s Y/N” a snotty voice said causing everyone to quiet down and all eyes turning in her direction. “Yup, the one and only” I smiled back at her trying to be as nice as possible. “Belle right? Nice to meet you” I smiled back at her trying to make conversation in the silent room. I rocked back and forth on my heels for a while, Belle gave me a good look up and down, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips as if wanting to comment something. Before she could I saw Harry whisper something to her and she scoffed. “If I have an opinion I’m going to say it. And I have many about her” Belle said loud enough for everyone to hear whilst pointing at me. “Here I found it” Talia smiled at me handing me my camera before noticing the mood of the room. 

“Ok well, I will be off then, lovely to see you all and to meet you Belle” I stated the last part through gritted teeth before spinning around and making my way to the door. “Even worse from the back” I heard Belle try and whisper to I presume Harry. I stopped in my tracks and raised my eyebrows. The audacity of this girl, how dare she disrespect me in front of all my friends. I turned around to meet her eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile on my face. Before I could say anything though Talia butted in. “You know what, you do not talk to my friend like that, I have barely known you a month and I am so sick of you already, please leave before I do or say something I regret” she smiled at Belle joining me by my side and linking arms with me. Belle just looked around at everyone, with everyone just averting their gaze and waiting for something big to happen. All she did was huff, grabbing Harrys hand and storming out of the apartment with him. 

“Jesus Y/N what did you do to make him choose her, she’s like an angry controlling goblin” Ethan huffed as soon as we all heard the door close. “Hey, I got cut off a long time ago, ask him not me” I giggled before thanking Talia and leaving the apartment to go home. 

I was lounging around my apartment, Ethans words spiralling around my head. I decided tonight was for me. I popped on my favourite movie and rummaged through my freezer finding some ben and Jerrys and starting to scoff down the tub. This sofa must be super man or something because I had soon fallen asleep, I was only awoken by loud continuous knocking at my door. I regained my focus and gaged my surrounding before wrapping a blanket around myself and making my way to the door. As soon as I opened it I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so fucking sorry, its you its always been you, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just needed someone to fill the void and she was ok for a week but I need you. You are all I need, all I want, please forgive me I love you” as much as I just wanted to melt into his arms I pulled my self back so that we were an arm lengths apart. “You best come in” I sighed. I finished the teas and made my way over to Harry, passing him his favourite mug of mine. I crossed my legs as we sat at opposite ends of the sofa in silence. 

“What about Belle?” I broke the silence, harry whipped his head up to look at me. “Look I’m so sorry she was a mistake and I should never have even given her shot. She’s so nasty and I could never forgive myself. This past month without you has felt like my heart was ripped in two. I’ve been so miserable and then when I saw you today I felt like I had been given a new chance at life. I get it if you hate me but I need you so bad and I cant live without you.” Harry opened his heart to me for the second time that evening. “You’re such a dummy Harry” I said with a sigh placing my mug on the coffee table. Harry looked at me as if he was broken by the words I just said. I just shook my head at him before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. The moment seemed to last forever. It was like in the movies when time slowed down and fireworks erupted around the couple who after all their trials and tribulations finally found each other. “I can’t help but love you Harry” I whispered only inches from his face as I pulled back for air, a sly grin on my face. Harrys arms snaked around my wait brining me into him for another soft kiss. i leant my head on his chest listening to his heart, thumping like it was going to break out and slap me in the face. “So what now” harry mumbled into my hair. I leant up so my eyes met his. “Well you will ask me on a date to a nice restaurant where we end up getting a little too drunk. Then we walk along the Thames, watching people walk by when at the perfect moment when the city goes silent you ask me to be your girlfriend and then we come back here and spend the night together. But with a little more physical activity than were used to” I grinned at him causing him to chuckle. “So you forgive me?” He said looking at me with pleading eyes. “God yes I forgive you, I could never be mad at you” I smiled at him. How could I? I did truly love him and it was as simple as that. 

After a few months, and the date Harry had promised, we told our friends and announced to our followers that we had finally decided to get together. apparently it was quite obvious as the boys had started taking bets as to when we would tell them about our new relationship. The fans seemed to love it as well, always receiving amazing and supportive comments on all of our posts and videos that we did together. Although we were young I think people saw how care free and happy we made each other. Most importantly how much we loved each other.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 5]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, use of toys(sybian), squirting, the long awaited chapter 5 😳💕 do they finally meet?!?!?!?! hehehehehehe also sorry for not being able to post this yesterday, had a busy week and when I tell ya I woke up at 3pm today 😗 💕💕💕💕 as always, thank you so much for your continued interest!! I'm already writing ch 6 and im SOOOO EXCITEDDDD hHEHEHEHEEHEH 💕💕💕💕💕 HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKENDS! 🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ? 

“You guys! I--you have to see this!”

You can’t wipe the smile off of your face when you shimmy to the side, excitedly showing off the new gift that Seungcheol had sent in the mail.

sleepy_wonu: holy hell

universe_WZ: that mustve costed hella

alphagyu97: nothin like feelin extra poor amirite lads

angelhan: it was only a matter of time before dom.cheol was untouchable lol 

You giggle slightly as you adjust the camera so that you and your new sybian are in frame. “Hey~ Don’t say that!! Y’know it’s not the amount of money you spend on me… I’m glad you guys are always here with me~” The sound of coins clinking goes off in the back as you read a few more comments.

dom.cheol: well princess, don’t u wanna show them how you use your new toy? ;)

tangerine_kwan: fuck i bet it can get u to cum so fuckin fast

hoshi_tiger_xx: yessss

dom.cheol has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

“Hmm~ How many times do you think I can cum with this? Oh! Why don’t we do this~” You pause, sliding your wet panties down your legs before tossing the material to the side. You grin, swinging a leg over the toy until you’re straddling it. “Rapid fire question! Whoever guesses the right amount of orgasms I can take before I call quits… Wins a special unreleased photoset of me! Go!”

dom.cheol: 5

universe_WZ: 4

sleepy_wonu: 6

angelhan: 3 artist8hao: 5

alphagyu97: everyone took all the good numbers already!!! 7!!!!!

gentleman_josh95: DMAN IT 3

tangerine_kwan: 8, fuck

kitty_junjun: ugh i was gonna say 4!!!!

xcaliburDK: i was gonna say 5!!!!

therealchan99: 2? thats so low tho….

chwenon: as if anyone is gonna say 1, lmao. Uh 6…. If sleepy_wonu happens to disappear

hoshi_tiger_xx: im gonna say 10, but… seems… risky

Reaching for the remote, you situate yourself until the raised part of the toy sits directly on your clit. A shiver runs up your spine at the feeling; already excited for what’s in store. “Um, to be fair I haven’t tried it myself yet so I’m not sure either... Hehe, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?”

Gulping, you set the sybian to its lowest setting, the air getting knocked out of your lungs immediately as your body lurches forward. “H--holy shit!” The vibrations are already harsh on the lowest setting; your fingers gripping the remote tightly as you try to adjust to the feeling. “O--oh my g-god, I--”

dom.cheol: aww can ur cute lil clit take it?

xcaliburDK: maybe one of the lower numbers was right lol…

The moans spill freely from your lips, garbled noises getting lost in the mix when you start to grind against the vibration. “Fuck, it--it feels suh--so good, hah, already feel like ‘m gonna cum…” You whine, already getting lost in the pleasure. For a second, you’re tempted to raise the vibration intensity but you hold back, letting your wetness coat the toy as you continue to grind down onto it. The sound of donations and comments sound fuzzy to your ears; only the sound of the sybian buzzing reminding you that the camera was still even on.

“Ngh, g-god, I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

xcaliburDK has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: cmon, lets see that pretty pussy cum

Your legs shake as you cum, only a squeak coming out of your mouth as you lurch forward atop the toy. The grip you have on the remote loosens while simultaneously trying to turn it off in the midst of your orgasm.

dom.cheol: awww cumming so hard on the first setting? Cute

therealchan99: lol baby is in trouble now

angelhan: maybe 3 was right lmao

“I--a-ah, fu--fuck!” You cry, shaky fingers finally managing to shut the toy off. Your body immediately untenses; chest heaving with how sensitive you already were and it had only been your first orgasm and the lowest setting of the toy. “O-oh my g-god, I--I didn’t know i-it was that s-strong…” You mumble, body buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

sleepy_wonu: well mr dom.cheol did pay top dollar

gentleman_josh95: imagine if u had this for yesterdays show lol

“Oh god, if--if I had this for yesterday’s show, I would’ve been too boneless to do today’s show!” You laugh airily, slowly grinding against the toy already. “It feels really nice though… I’m already super curious about how strong the other settings are…” Trailing off, you reach for the remote again, throat dry as you fiddle with the knob.

kitty_junjun: what if u set it to the max setting

chwenon: idk if her cute lil body could take it

dom.cheol: its okay baby, take ur time. I wanna see how sensitive that pussy of yours can get

“But ‘m already so sensitive~ I dunno how much more I can take~” You tease, biting your lip when all the comments flooding the chat are words of encouragement.

You knew when you started camming that it’d be no easy job. Building up your fanbase and subscriber count had taken you months upon months to even get within the thousands and camming was physically exhausting. Some days your viewer counts were low and some days they were above average and sometimes you didn’t make as much in one show than another.

tangerine_kwan: was therealchan99 right with 2 then? Heh

therealchan99: finally FINALLY ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

Giggling, you slowly start turning the knob; body twitching when the vibrations kick in at full force.

Seungcheol watches in amazement at the way your body jerks atop the machine.

He can see the way your legs twitch unbearably when you cum for the third time; your brows furrowed at the intensity of the vibrations and your taut body when you can barely manage to turn the machine off.

Licking his lips, he slowly thrusts up into his closed palm, spreading the precum down his shaft as he watches you catch your breath.

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck, I---I don’t--don’t know if I--I can cum a-again…”

Seungcheol moans at your breathy whimpers; the arousal in his body pooling up quickly when he sees the fucked out expression in your eyes. His eyes flit to the wetness that coats the silicone portion of the toy, smirking when he realizes how much you really seemed to enjoy the gift he’d gotten you.

Mentally patting himself on the back, he praises himself for making the right decision.

angelhan: please tlel me im the winner im begging

universe_WZ: NO

dom.cheol: is the princess tired already? ;)

You catch your breath, not wanting to give up despite how fuzzy your head was getting and how much your body was buzzing. “I dunno… We still haven’t tried the last setting, you guys… And I’m just so curious...” You whisper, hazy eyes staring into the camera.

hoshi_tiger_xx: god u look so pretty like this, all fucked out

artis8hao: right? fuck, id kill to be that guy who can get u off like this

xcaliburDK: goddamn same

The sound of coins clinking mixes with the ringing in your ears; fingertips already on the knob of the remote.

You take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline kick in as you quickly set the knob to the highest setting, a high pitched cry spilling from your lips when you let go of the remote in favor of holding onto the machine instead. Grinding down onto it, you meet the toy's harsh vibrations as it quickly forces another orgasm out of you in the matter of seconds.

Choked cries spill from your lips as your entire body tenses up; body twitching uncontrollably as you cum for the fourth time. You lean back with whatever energy you have left, bracing yourself on the back of the toy as you relieve your swollen clit of the buzzing machine. Your orgasm refuses to stop and you can already tell how obscenely wet everything’s gotten when your head starts to clear.

alphagyu97: fuck you squirted all over the toy baby

universe_WZ: fuck fucki fuck

universe_WZ: wait did i winf kjfhdsjk

You shakily slide off of the machine, resting on your side as the machine still buzzes with life next to you. Your entire body won’t stop shaking, head muddled as you fight the urge to shut your eyes and sleep for the next 5 days. “I’m--I--” You whimper, still feeling the phantom vibrations between your legs.

“I--ho--holy fuck, I, w-wow, I--I don’t--that--I’m, I’m just… wow.”

dom.cheol has donated $400

dom.cheol: knew you’d like it ;)

universe_WZ: THAT MEANS I WON

universe_WZ has donated $150

angelhan has donated $150

therealchan99: well, at least some of us got close

hoshi_tiger_xx: fuckin speak for urself man i said /10/

You end the show after letting ‘universe_WZ’ know you’ll contact him soon, shutting your eyes as you lay on your soiled sheets.

You can still feel your fingertips twitching when your eyes slide shut, chest heaving in deep breaths as you try to relax yourself, momentarily cursing yourself for pushing your body too far for tonight’s show. 

Groaning, you reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a text from Seungcheol, a simple ‘don’t forget to drink water ;)’ in your notifications and you can’t help but pout.

Seungcheol was nice, almost too nice. Definitely not in a murderer kinda way though, you think. 

He bought you expensive gifts and never asked for anything in return which made you feel bad sometimes. And while the donations and tips you’d made through your camshows was enough to get by with, Seungcheol’s generous donations helped you always make your rent and bills on time without worrying if you’d have enough or not.

You quickly text him back with a smile on your face; hoping that he’ll like what you had to offer.

Seungcheol feels the exact same way he did when you first contacted him offering him a free show, except maybe ten times worse. At first, he’d been a little sad that he hadn’t won your quick little game but this made up for it 20-fold.

The six simple words read ‘want to meet up next friday?’, a small heart emoji next to the question and he’d almost thrown his phone when he read it, hands shakily responding with a simple ‘I’d love to.’ to make it seem like he was calm when he was most definitely not.

His immediate next order of business after replying was to text Namjoon despite how late into the night it already was, begging for the day off and offering to take any shifts or pay cuts in exchange for it. 

All he needed was one day and he swore he’d never miss a day of work ever again.

Namjoon responds with a quick ‘sure, why not’, momentarily confusing him as to why his boss was awake while simultaneously sending Seungcheol into complete panic when he realizes he finally gets to meet you.

The week goes by extremely quickly to Seungcheol; his mood on a completely different level when he offers to pick up Yoongi’s Sunday shift without a complaint. He cleans up all the messes around the roller rink and even offers to do jobs that aren’t his which have Jeongguk raising a brow at the older male.

In the days that lead up to your meeting, Seungcheol looks up a few cafes that you might be interested in and even goes to get an STD exam, not that he’s expecting anything. Safety first, he says.

Your Wednesday show comes and goes, Seungcheol too excited to even get off when he watches you and he even donates an extra $600 at the end of the show; travel spending money, he offers.

And Thursday comes without a hitch and he all but skips to the employee backroom once his shift is over, humming a tune while he changes out of his uniform.

“Hey hyung, no offense, but are you okay?” Jeongguk rests against the locker next to Seungcheol’s open one, brow raised at the blue haired male that beams back at him. “I’m scared, why are you so… giddy. You even offered to take Yoongi-hyung’s weekend shift? What the hell was that about? I’ve never seen him that giddy either.  Man, this place is getting weird, maybe I should quit...”

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh, patting Jeongguk on the shoulder before shutting his locker.

“I have an important meeting tomorrow, that’s all. And don’t quit, ‘cause who else is gonna give me free food.”

While the excitement had him since Saturday, now that it was finally Friday, he was downright nervous.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 2PM in front of the cafe that Seungcheol had picked out and you’d gotten a hotel in town to make it easier on yourself instead of trying to get back to your place too late. Seungcheol had offered to come pick you up, but you had politely declined; instead opting to meet him first before letting him do anything else for you.

And by nature, Seungcheol gets to the cafe 15 minutes early, fidgeting and continuously running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waits. He can feel his palms getting sweaty when he rubs them against his jeans, mentally trying to keep calm and his head floods with all sorts of thoughts; mainly, how he even got into this position with you in the first place. And he gets so distracted that he doesn’t realize you’d be standing watching him zone out for the last 5 minutes.

“Wow, not sure what’s got you so focused but you’re standing so still!”

Seungcheol hears your cute airy laugh that follows, a cherry blush on his cheeks when his eyes meet your smiling face. “I--oh my god…” He whispers, taking in your appearance.

He feels his face buzzing, fingers twitching when he sees you in a cute simple  sundress. “W-wow, you--you’re just… so beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful on cam too but just, wow, in person? Incredible.” The blush reaches his ears when he realizes he’s rambling, a nervous laugh spilling out of his lips.

“S--sorry, I, uh, usually I’m more chill than this but y’know…” He trails off, to which you nod. You step closer to Seungcheol and he gets a hint of your sweet smelling perfume, mentally groaning when your cute eyes peer up into his.

“That’s okay! I totally understand~ I’m kinda nervous myself too, to be honest…” You pause, a pink blush coating your own cheeks. “But let’s talk over some food, huh?”

Seungcheol doesn’t want to pry, but he’s not sure if he should address you as ‘Cherry’ in person, or if he should avoid calling you by anything at all.

He watches as you go through the cafe’s menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he itches to ask.

“‘Cheol… I can feel you staring, y’know.. Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, concerned eyes meeting his nervous ones.

“I just-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward, I just was wondering how I should address you in person? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I know you don’t put your real name out there so…”

You place your menu down, closing it before leaning on your palms atop the small table. Seungcheol is cute, too cute, you think. You knew this would be a question when the two of you eventually met and you had given yourself the time to get used to the idea that he’d know your real name.

He eyes hyperfocus on your glossy lips, watching as you say your name for him for the first time.

Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest when he hears it; repeating it over and over in his head before he says it out loud.

“Wow, it sounds nice when it’s you saying it~” You tease, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t mind if you call me by my name, by the way! The pet names are cute but maybe we should keep that to the bedroom~” You end in a whisper, winking at the male.

Fuck, he thinks, just as his cock throbs at your comment. He really wishes you wouldn’t say things like that because he’s weak and he knows it, especially when it comes to you. “Okay, cool! Yeah, sorry, I just---I didn’t want to overstep, I know you don’t really let that be public information.”

“Of course! And thank you, I really can’t tell you how much you’ve done for me. I really… really wouldn’t be able to do all the things that I do if it weren’t for your constant support.”

You want to say more, but the waiter comes to take your orders, cutting you off until he leaves again.

“By the way…” Seungcheol looks at you with curious eyes, lips puckered around his drink straw. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cheollie! I feel like we didn’t really get to talk that one time!”

He swallows the water in his mouth, licking his dry lips. Here goes nothing, he thinks.

“I swear, and please don’t think I’m a loser, but I--I work at a roller rink. It’s really not cool, I’m not some high paid CEO or whatever, I--I just, I work hard?” Seungcheol chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your reply.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Oh my gosh, I kinda wanna go!”

The surprise washes over Seungcheol, eyes wide as saucers when he hears you saying you’d want to visit his workplace. “Wuh---wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah! It’s kinda, like, retro! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid!” He quickly offers to bring you to the roller rink on Sunday so you could have somewhere to hang out while you were in town.

“And sadly, I took a shift on Sunday so you can hang with me while I work.” 

Seungcheol grins, watching as you jokingly roll your eyes at him. “So you did it on purpose, huh…” The two of you share a laugh, glad that your first meeting seemed to be going okay so far.

“Well, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, my best friend works the concession stand so I’ll make sure to get you a free pair of skates and food whenever you want?”

“It’s a deal!”

The two of you continue to talk over your late lunch, Seungcheol telling you of the various work hijinks he’d gone through at his time working at the roller rink.

“Which, by the way, that morning show you did… Hope you know I holed up in the restroom for an entire hour for that ‘lil stunt.”

You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes when you laugh, only feeling slightly bad for the blue haired male. “But I told you! Sometimes it’s just like that, y’know~” You tease back, heart blooming at the way you and Seungcheol got along.

In all honesty, there’d been something on your mind since you first sat down and you didn’t know when the right time to ask was, or if it was even appropriate.

The smile slips from your face as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought.

Seungcheol takes the bill from the waiter, slipping his card into the holder before you can even offer. But he notices the way your expression falls, noting the hesitance in your eyes when he looks at you from across the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, soft and caring when he leans over the table to make sure you’re alright.

“Yeah! Just---Can I ask you for a favor?”

[adsosfraser]

The Stone’s Toll - Chapter Eleven

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They had been so careful. On the supposedly most fertile days of her courses, they had, well they had done other things. She religiously took her vial of posies and fennel each day and used the protection provided from her twentieth-century life. For months now. Still, it wasn’t enough, and she knew the only one hundred percent assured prevention was abstinence. She felt the ghost of a flutter in her womb. 

 Jamie found Claire on the floor next to their bed, her cheeks stained with tracks of tears and snot crusted against the deer pelt that her face was squished into. The chamber pot full of her sickness had been shoved away from her on the wood in her dejected anger. 

“Is it true Claire?”

 “Can ye..” he swallowed thickly. “Yer wee herbs can ye-“

 “No, that’s the last thing I want Jamie! God!” Her palms rubbed into her eye sockets. “I just wish- there wasn’t so much uncertainty. I could never survive- Jamie promise me, if it ever came down to it, you would save the child, not me.”

 “Claire,“ he levelled a determined gaze at her. ”That will never happen. Ever. That I will promise ye.”

 “But it might. You made me promise, should the time come, that I’d go through the stones. Of course, I was reluctant, but I did give you that promise. I followed through on it. Now you promise me.” 

 “Aye Claire, I’ll save the bairn, but it’ll no’ come to that.”

 “I’m going to instruct you. On how to help me. No matter if it goes wrong or the delivery is perfect.”

 “Ye wouldna prefer someone else? A woman?”

 “You’re the only one that I would trust.” She smirked in anticipation of her next words. “And you’re the one who did this to me, you can see it through.” 

 “Ye seemed pretty enthusiastic, if not overly pleased the many times I did that to ye. And I seem to recall the many times ye were the one clawing at me.” 

 She laughed at the big goof and then sighed into his embrace, relieving her stress and worry into him. 

 What if the baby never even made it long enough to make its true presence known? What if Jamie did have to follow through in his presence? Would she be able to survive the birth? She’d never given birth to a live, full-term baby yet. Or, even worse, would she be a terrible mother? When her mind drifted to these thoughts, she shook her head out of the daze. Stress wasn’t good for the baby. And if she constantly worried about her child’s health, her thoughts may very well become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

 It was March, and flowers and trees were slowly crawling out of their hibernation. Claire’s pregnancy felt… off from how she carried Faith. It didn’t raise alarm for her baby’s health, but she did have her suspicions.

 “What is it Sassenach? Ye’re smiling so hard I fear yer lips will fall off.” 

 “Well, I have been a bit… bigger than usual.” 

 “Aye, yer round wi’ my bairn. And I’m no’ complaining one bit. Wi’ yer fine plump arse even bigger than usual.” He grasped a healthy amount of said body part and smirked.

 “Well, I think I’m carrying twins.” 

 “Ifrinn!” All the colour drained from his face. “Two bairns? Two bairns! Sassenach!” He gripped her in his arms as joyous laughter rumbled through his chest and her feet left the floor. More words of love in his native language rumbled out and her eyes crinkled with her smile. 

 When she was absolutely sure it was twins, Jamie’s daily ritual of one kiss to her belly each morning and night turned into two kisses on either side of her stretched skin. 

 Not only did one life depend on her at once, but now two. She was terrified. Even with constant reassurance from Jamie that the bairns kicking in her stomach were braw, a twitch of doubt seeped into her mind. 

 To ease her worry, she thought of something that could reassure her. She traced the design onto the back of a discarded pamphlet. A pinard horn. So Jamie could hear the strong heartbeats of the babies tumbling within her belly. Fergus laboured hard on the project immediately, while his ‘milord’ was off working the lands of their croft. It was expertly crafted, even with her rudimentary designs. 

 Jamie manoeuvred the hollow horn over the expanse of her belly, brow furrowed in concentration. He paused over one spot and nearly fainted. 

 “Ah Dhia!” His eyes widened in fascination. “He’s really in there!”

 “Yes, they are.” She placed her hand over his on the pinard horn and slid it across where she thought she felt the other heartbeat to be. 

 His hands were shaky now and he choked on his tears, almost painfully bursting with joy. “Two braw bairns. Wi’ wicked thumping hearts.”

 They felt more concrete to him now, actual people instead of the imaginations of what they could be. He spoke every day to them in Gàidhlig, when Claire said they should be able to hear now.

 It was bittersweet. She was carrying them for over seven months now, longer than her other children. She was constantly caught between unflagging joy and unrelenting grief. Sometimes it felt like a betrayal to be so happy. But she carried through, with her husband and son by her side, and the promise of the future tucked under her heart.

 The day after Jamie’s birthday, she started labouring. Jamie commented on the decency of his children to not eclipse his day with their own arrival. It was as difficult as any other birth, but thankfully there were no complications. Claire had gripped, clawed, and screamed at her husband. She’d scream the promise to have him castrated many, many times. While she paced around the room, Jamie tried to assure her or crack jokes to lighten the atmosphere, but every word he said she turned it against him. He was silent after that, but then Claire would call out for him as each contraction ripped through her body. He stood behind her squatting form above the straw and she dug her nails into his arms as she bore down. A beautiful squalling boy was born after nine hours of labouring. William Brian Beauchamp Fraser. While she felt distraught placing the name Brian within the middle, Jamie assured her it was to not only honour his father, but now the child that they had lost, and she warmed to the idea as well. His brother met the world soon after, almost a quarter of an hour apart, looking exactly the same as the brother who beat him out of the womb. Henry Alexander Murtagh Fraser. Beautiful healthy boys, both with tufts of the same brown downy hair and slanted Fraser cat eyes. 

 They opted to have their sons sleep in their bed that night rather than the cribs Jamie had carved, tucked in securely between their parents. Neither of them could sleep and Claire was watching the steady rise and fall of each small chest. 

 “They’re real.” She whispered, brushing her pinky across William’s cheek. His lips tugged up into a smile, just like his father’s did. 

 “Thanks to ye Claire. Ye were braw.” He squeezed her hand, their arms hovering over their sons. “But I dinna wish to ever see ye like that again.”

 “Is it wrong to feel so happy? To rejoice in my sons while-?” 

 “They’ll be happy fer their brothers. I ken it. And they’re watching o’er them as their angels now. Lord knows how much these lads will need it. These two will be trouble, I can feel it.” He affectionately patted their bums. 

 Claire finally let her exhaustion take over and curled protectively around her son as she drifted off to sleep. Jamie never slept that night, too preoccupied with the sight of his wife and the children she had blessed him with. His wife learned just how real her sons were in the middle of the night when they would scream their lungs out unceasingly until attention was paid to them. Jamie insisted she rest and recover, and leapt up at every cry to take care of it, but was instantly horrified at what he found in the cloth swaddling Willie’s bum. 

 Fergus was elated the next day to meet his new brothers. Jamie and Claire had already spoken many times about how the new babies wouldn’t change anything about how they felt for him, but they could still sense some worry. 

 “Would you like to hold your little brother Willie?” At the indication that it was true, he had a little brother, all his worries vanished.

 “Oui maman.” He was so gentle with them with so much adoration in his eyes, and it made Claire cry just to see her boys together.

 He traded for Henry next and Jamie pulled Claire into his lap. 

 It was six weeks after the birth, and Jamie and Claire were equally ravenous. Both the babies had finally fallen asleep together, being unusually generous to their parents.

 “I need my wife.” He crawled over her. 

 “You still want me? After seeing all that…?” Her confidence has waned slightly. She was still pudgy around the middle and there were new scars lining her belly. There was also the fact that he had seen her sweating, cursing, and wailing like a cow on their bedroom floor before the fire, and had taken multiple peeks down there to check her progress. It was apparent, however, that he wanted her desperately despite of and maybe even because of that fact. 

 “I could never stop wanting ye Sassenach.” He peppered kisses across her abdomen and paid special attention to the fading purple streaks on her skin. The burns on her stomach had long since faded and were barely even noticeable unless one were to look very closely, as her husband was now. She let her knees fall to the side and a moan escaped her lips when he ducked further down. 

 “Now, as much as I love yer wee noises mo nighean donn, ye’ll have to be quiet tonight.” He covered her mouth with his, silencing the cries that he brought out of her body.

 When they both had finished, laying boneless on the sheets, Jamie pulled Claire’s back close to his chest and she curled back into him. Henry began to cry, waking his brother as well and throwing them both into fits of hungry wails. Jamie silently walked over, wrapping his kilt loosely across his hips and placed a baby in each of his arms. The sight made Claire want to ravish him with a sudden ferocity, even though they had just joined together moments ago. But, her babies’ hunger won over and she placed one on each breast. Jamie watched fascinated, as he always did. The babies hungrily gulped down their meal and then slumped against their mom, tired from weeks of growing, crying, and eating. Their tiny fists laid on top of her skin and Jamie slowly adjusted himself to hold Henry. He fell asleep, Henry’s body rising and falling with each of his father’s breaths. Willie stirred again, inquisitively staring up into his mother’s eyes. Claire stroked Henry’s cheek eliciting the same smile she loved so much, and then reached for Jamie’s as well.

 “God, I love you, Jamie. So much.” Her attention shifted down to the babe on her breast. “You have such a wonderful father, don’t you Willie?” She spoke down to her captive audience. “And I love you.” She kissed his small nose, then leaned over for Henry’s “And you.” She pulled on Jamie’s bottom lip. “And God how I love you.”

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

I'll let that one slide

Sirius x Reader

Requested - Noooope

Summary - Sirius does something incredibly stupid in attempts to impress you, but it does just the opposite

Trigger Warning - mentions of alcohol/drinking alcohol, cussing. I think that's it, but tell me if I missed any.

You were wrapped up in a blanket, the fire crackling beside you as you read the pages of the most recent book Remus leant you. After getting together with Sirius, you learned quickly the things you shared with each of his best friends.

Your love for reading was quickly shared with Remus, your love for baking was a stand out for Peter, Lily and you shared endless stories of your childhood, being a Muggleborn, and with James, well, your humour was simply the same - and, you both deeply loved Sirius.

They had just recently won their quidditch game, the four boys having decided to sneak into Hogsmead to pick up some firewiskey to fill the Gryffindor common room with a raging party. Lily had brought you back to the common room with her, the both of you figuring you'd get ready together, once the party was a sure thing.

You didn't see Sirius before the party, having landed on Lily's bed long before the boys got home, her excitement to get you dressed up seeping from her pores. "Y/n, Sirius is going to die when he sees you!" Marlene exclaimed, smiling as your hair was pinned up, leaving a few strands to frame your face. "As long as he comes back to dance with me. That's the only bloody reason I'm going down. I swear, of the git wants to stand in the corner and drink all night, I'll hex him myself"

It's not that Sirius didn't dance with you, it's that he hated other people seeing you dance. You were absolutely stunning, no matter what you wore, and he knew that. Through many parties, he saw just how many people stared your way while you danced on the floor with the other girls. Now, while he'd do anything to make you happy, he couldn't stand the idea of any other guy watching you with their mind set on nothing but to use you.

The three of you walked down to the common room, music already blaring loudly throughout the room. It was a mystery how the four got as many records into Hogwarts, but they definitely didn't let them go to waste.

"Look, the boys are looking." You glanced up, your eyes meeting with Sirius and James, their eyes set on you and Lily. You felt your cheeks grow a blush as Lily linked arms with you, walking towards the boys. "Ladies." James said, pulling Lily to himself, pressing a deep kiss onto her lips.

"Love." You spoke, looking at your boyfriend. He stared at you, love shining in his eyes. "Merlin, my girlfriend is hot." He spoke, a laugh falling from your lips. "Thank you, babes." You smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. He quickly moved his head, turning sideways to pull you in for a toe curling kiss, one that left you breathless. "Were dancing tonight, yeah?" You asked him, catching your breath.

You watched the dark haired man sigh, looking down at you. "Love, you know I love dancing with you, but all the guys stare at you like they want to use you. I hate seeing it. You deserve so much more than that." Your heart swelled, love growing in your eyes. You began to give in, before Lily spoke, "Nope, if you don't dance with her, I will." She said, pulling you past the two boys and to the dance floor. You smiled at Lily thankfully, watching as she winked. "Let's show him." She spoke, dancing with you.

Within a few moments, the two boys were at your sides, both of them carrying drinks for you all. "Okay, okay, we'll dance. But I refuse to let you be out here without one of us to protect you from a guy. I know you can protect yourself, but some of the guys here can take down half the quidditch team, let alone a beautiful girl." You nodded, feeling safe at his words. He handed you the drink, kissing your forehead as you took a sip of the alcohol.

After a few drinks, you were dancing with Lily, Remus standing awkwardly next to the two of you. James had gone off to refill his drink and Sirius had gotten a bit too drunk himself, Peter suggesting they go off to find some water. While you felt a bit tipsy, you and Lily had kept your drinking to a minimum. While the two of you swayed, you heard the music cut off suddenly. Groans filled the air as people looked around for the interruption, slightly afraid Minny had heard the music from her corridor.

"Lad-ladies and gents." You heard the hiccups filling your boyfriend's voice as he spoke, standing on the stairs to the boys dorms. "I had the-the brilliant idea to fly to the Ravenclaw tower and, well, I dunno." He laughed, swaying on the steps. Drunken cheers filled the air, excitement of what the notorious prankster would find himself doing. You glanced at Lily and Remus, fear filling your eyes. You couldn't fly a broom, and you were considerably sober than Sirius.

You threw rushed to the stairs, but watched as he mounted a broom and flew out the window, swaying on the stick. "I'ma-I'ma put my beautiful girlfriends name on it!" He yelled, pulling his wand out, letting sparks fly from it's tip. "Sirius, don't!" You yelled out the window, but watched as he smiled widely.

"Baby!" He yelled, the broom swaying. "I love youuuuuuu!" He grinned widely at you before turning around, heading in the opposite direction of the Ravenclaw tower, instead towards the forest. "Oh shit." You mumbled, grabbing Remus and James before rushing out the door.

"I'm going to kill him." You spoke, running through the secret hallways, quickly reaching the front of the castle before heading in the direction Sirius' broom had gone.

Your body grew tired as you looked for your incredibly stupid boyfriend. For the past few years, you had been terrified of the forest - it was forbidden for a reason. While you knew the creatures like the unicorns were harmless, other ones were not. Rushing through the woods, you tried to keep an eye on the way you came, the last thing you needed was to be lost in here while looking for the idiot you call yours.

Remus was yelling your name, energy filling your body as you rushed to find him. You soon came face to face with your now much sober boyfriend, a few scrapes on his arms and face.

Your eyes met him, his face softening as he looked at you. "Fuck you." You spoke, turning on your heels and marching towards the school. You heard them both calling out for you, but your pace stayed constant as you walked to James, glaring at him. "Fuck you too, you encouraged this." You said, marching off.

You were fuming, your entire body shaking with anger. He could have been so much more hurt, he could have died for merlin's sake. But he just - he just, well, he just did it anyway! Drunk or not, you knew your boyfriend would have done this either way. You stormed back up to the Gryffindor common room, the party silencing when they saw you walk in. "Is Sirius okay?" Someone called out, looking at you. "He's fine, okay? He'll be right up." You eased everyone's worries, quickly making your way to the stairs leading to the girls dorms.

You were just at the bottom of the steps when the entire room broke into cheers. Your eyes watered as you glanced over, seeing Remus standing behind a beaming James and a half smiling Sirius. He didn't care that he scared you, it appeared that way. You bit your lip, your eyes refusing to fall from him as he grew happier with each second the cheers went on.

As he glanced around the room, hyping himself back up with the party, his eyes soon feel on you.

He stopped, his breath catching in his throat. You saw him say something, then quickly began making his way to you, trying to weave through the bodies clapping his back, congratulating him. You turned on your heels, quickly rushing up the stairs and to the door of your room.

"Y/n!" You heard him call, over the pounding noice of the music. You stopped, holding your breath. You heard his boot attempt to head up the stairs, but they soon conformed, making a slide that had him falling to his butt back in the common room.

After crying for a few hours in your bed, you lulled yourself to sleep, thankful the weekend was before you. When you woke, your cheeks were red, your eyes bloodshot. Getting dressed in comfortable clothes, you slowly walked out of the room, all plans set on getting yourself food. You creeped out of the common room, thankful to see none of the Maurauders, and rushed to the kitchens.

Your senses were full of Sirius and it had you going crazy. Each time you inhaled, your mind raced with memories of the night. You stopped, placing your head in your hands. "What is going on?" You asked yourself, your mind hating it's sense of confusion, the intoxicating smell of the boy you were trying to ignore stuck in your senses. You glanced around, attempting to find the source of the smell.

When you found no one, you continued your walk to the kitchens. You found your way inside, smiling at the house elf's faces. "Hello, I just wanted some food I missed from breakfast." You spoke, watching as they dispersed to find you a suitable breakfast.

"That's a big shirt the Miss's has on." A house elf that stayed to keep you company spoke. You glanced down, and your eyes watered. Through your hurriedness this morning, you threw on one of the shirts you had stolen from Sirius, it being one of your favorites. "It's my boyfriend's. I got into a fight with him last night and I guess my head knew that I needed to wear it today." You spoke, thanking the elf's that brought you the food.

You said your goodbyes, heading back to your room. You walked slower this time, your head running. Your idiotic boyfriend still had your subconscious wanting nothing more than him. As you bit into a chocolate chip muffin, you bumped into a back. "Oh, she's right there." You heard Peter say, nodding at you. "Shove off, wormtail." He spoke, turning to face you.

"Oh, love, I'm so sorry. I'm such a fucking idiot." He said, cupping your cheeks. You stepped back, looking at him. "You could have died, Sirius." You spoke, your voice low. "You were a fucking idiot, you've got that right." He sighed, a hand running through his perfect hair.

"I just, you know how much I like to show you off. The fact that your my girlfriend makes me the happiest guy on the planet and I love to make sure other people know how lucky I am. Plus, I like to woo you." He mumbled his last sentence, looking down at his boots.

"Sirius, you don't have to woo me anymore! Even if you wanted too, chocolates and flowers are the way to go! Heck, a small gift every now and then, or maybe, just spending some time with me! Cuddling with me on the couch or taking me on a hogsmead date! Not almost dying!" You yelled, thankful most students were in their common rooms and not listening to you yell at the boy before you.

"I know, I know. Remus and James spent all of last night scolding me. You scared the piss out of James last night in the forest." Sirius looked at you, his eyes soft. "I really am so so sorry, babe. If I could take it back, I would. And now, I'll be careful. No more super dangerous stunts, a few hexes on Snivellous every now and then, but no drunk rides on a broom into the forest."

You stared at the boy, your eyes still hard. As much as you loved him, you hated him for scaring you so much. You took another bite of your muffin, your eyes set on him. "If you so much as bruise, I'll do the hexing, only on you!" You spoke, moving past him as you continued your breakfast.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" He asked, catching up with you and looking down at you. "I might be the idiot, but yes." You said, smiling softly. "Does this mean I can have a bite of the muffin?" You stopped, facing him. "Don't push your luck." He smiled, scooping you up in his arms, holding you bridle style. "Come on, one little bite?" His eyes formed his puppy dog ones, walking with you safely in his arms. "A small one." You raised the muffin, watching as he took a bite much larger than a small one.

"Oooo boy, you're trying to get hexed." Whacking him on his head with your wand, you smiled as he groaned. "Hey, easy, I've still got a bruise." He mumbled, saying the password before walking you both to the first couch he saw. "Good, I'll let that one slide."

[gryffinslut]

Drinking games- Sirius Black x Reader

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XD-zmjnvIJg&feature=youtu.be

Song: Drinking games- Silver Sphere

warnings: underage drinking, angst, heartbreak, my writing, swearing, like one slut shaming word, vomit,mention of food, wee bit of smutty actions.

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At the party tonight

You said you couldn't leave my sight

'Cause you don't seem to like

The way the boys say I have pretty eyes

Isn't that right?

So we go for a ride

You'll cry, say that I make it alright

Gryffindor won the match against Slytherin and you already knew there would be a huge party in the common room to celebrate. You and your friends were really looking forward to it as Gryffindor throws some of the best parties at Hogwarts. The one and only Sirius Black had invited you as his date. He was one of your closest friends but you always had a crush on him. But you guys were only going as friends.

He came to you about things that he wouldn’t even go to James and Remus about because he always thought they would make fun of him for it. He swears up and down that he doesn’t like you more then a friend but you always think differently. Why else would he go to you for everything? Not to mention you were his first kiss.

Despite him saying he didn’t like you more than a friend, he always got pissed when people would flirt with you. Anytime at a party he would keep an eye on you to make sure no guy flirted with you and when someone did, he would tell them off. That’s what made people believe that you guys were dating.

Before the party, he asked you if you guys could talk about something. He expressed to you that he got an owl from his mother saying really awful things to him like how she wished he was never born and shit like that. It broke your heart once Sirius started crying.

“ I can’t take it anymore,” He cried.

“Sirius stop. You know damn well you’re a much better person than her. She says that because she’s so stuck in her old ways. Who the hell is she? Nobody,” you said and went to hug him.

He melted into your hug. This is why he came to you about things like this. You always knew what to say at times like this.

“Everything will be okay bubs, I promise,” you whisper.

“Your hugs are the best, Y/n,” he giggled.

You dance with our friends

Shining, shining

Laughing with them like you

Weren't just crying to me

But you know what I see

When you're looking at me

I am reminded that we'll never be

As you were getting ready for the party, you had a lot of thoughts going through your head. Why did Sirius say he didn’t like you, but he was so protective over you? Why does he flirt with you if he doesn’t like you that way? Why did he come to you for everything? Why are you wasting your time chasing after him?

“Hey Y/n! You excited for the party tonight?” Marlene asked.

“Yes! You need to help me pick out an outfit,” you replied.

“How about a red dress?”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you smiled.

“Yeah so we can be matching!” Marlene exclaimed and you raised your eyebrow.

“Ugh and so you can try and impress Sirius,” she added.

Marlene and a few other people knew about your crush and they always thought you guys should get together. Sirius had his suspicions about it but never said anything.

Once the party had started, Sirius’ attitude changed, especially when he got some liquor in his system. He was laughing and dancing and acting completely different opposed to how he was acting 10 minutes ago. He was dancing with some random girl that you never even exchanged more than a hello to. It kind of pissed you off because Sirius always did this.

He would always act like a different person once he started drinking. He’s a player and you know that you’re wasting your time trying to be more than friends but it’s just difficult to just walk away from him.

Next thing you know, Sirius and that girl were snogging. The most you’ve seen him do is just flirt with them or touch them while he’s dancing. You turn your attention towards Lily, James, Remus and Marlene. Aka the only people who know how you truly feel about Sirius and they look at you with worried expressions.

“Y/n i’m really sorry about him. You know how he is when he drinks. He just flirts with any cute girl,” Marlene says.

“No don’t worry about me. Don’t let me ruin your night,” you reply. “Let’s do shots,” James suggests. “Yes please,” I exclaimed.

Everyone has had about 5 or 6 shots but you’ve had about 12 or 13. You were pissed by that point and you felt so bitter towards Sirius and you wanted to make him jealous. “Remmy come dance with me!” You shouted over the loud music and grabbed his hand with a bottle of Vodka in your hand. “Y/n you need to slow down,” Remus said.

“Nah i’m fine,” you lied. You started to grind against him and you felt his cock growing hard in his pants. You took a long swing of the bottle and went to kiss him. You knew Sirius was watching the whole time and that’s exactly what you wanted. Suddenly you felt a hand grab your wrist and being dragged towards the boy’s dorm.

I wanna know if you're not okay

But I get too attached to the things you say

You don't care if I get home safe

'Cause I'm just another player in your drinking game

I wanna know if you're not okay

But I get too attached to the things you say

You don't care if I get home safe

'Cause I'm just another player in your drinking game

Sirius was dragging you to the boy’s dorm by the arm. As you’re walking, you’re yelling at him to let you go but he doesn’t listen. He opens the door to his dorm and sits you on his bed.

“Sirius what the fuck are you doing?” you yell.

“What was that little stunt you were trying to pull with Remus, huh? Are you trying to get a rise out of me because I was snogging with that girl?” he snaps.

“I wasn’t trying to get a rise out of you. I was just having fun! And why can’t I dance with Remus but you can put your lips on any slag you want to? you sound like a hypocrite!” you yell.

“It’s different for me! I know what i’m doing, you don’t!” he spits back.

“I’m leaving. I’m going back to the party.”

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am. But before i leave, have you got anything else to say to make yourself like sound like the most daft bloke on the planet?” you questioned, clenching your fists. He stood in silence and glared at you.

You exit his dorm and go back to the party. Once you got back to common room, you go to where the fire whiskey is and down the rest of the bottle. You felt yourself getting dizzy and soon your vision goes black.

Why do I chase you like

The distant rush of a first line?

Why do I waste so much time

When I know you'll never be mine?

You woke up to the sun shining right in your eyes. Your eyes scan across the room and you see that Lily and Marlene are already awake. Suddenly, your head starts pounding and you get a bad feeling in your stomach. You get up and run straight to the bathroom and throw up all of the food and dark colored drinks you had the night before.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

You make your way back to your dorm and plop down on your bed.”Damn it why did you guys let me drink so much last night?” you groaned. “There was no stopping you honey, by your 15th shot, you passed out,” Lily says. “I think you were drinking your anger away,” Marlene adds and you groan again.

“Who brought me back up here?” you questioned. “Remus helped us carry you back up here,” Marlene replied. “ A real lad he is,” she added. “Oh my god Remus,” you groaned. You remembered what you did to him last night and he still helped you to your dorm. The embarrassment is haunting you now. “You should have seen his face, Y/n,” Marlene laughed.

You blushed. “Did Sirius ask about me?” you questioned. “I’m sorry love but he didn’t,” Lily replied. Your heart shattered. Even though you guys got into a fight, you thought the least he could do was check on you or ask one of them if you were okay. You didn’t know if you should feel pissed or sad.

Treat her right

Lying, lying

Like you weren't with me last night

Crying, throwing a fit

But you know what? That's it

I am better than this

And you say once we're sober we should just forget

You guys made your way to the great hall for breakfast and Lily and Marlene filling you in about what you didn’t remember about last night. You make your way to the table and sat next to Remus and avoiding eye contact with Sirius who was sitting next to the girl he was kissing last night.

“Remus, i’m really sorry about last night. I was really drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing,” you said.“I told you that last night but you didn’t listen to me,” Sirius chimes in. “Sorry I don’t recall your name being Remus,” you snapped. “Don’t worry about it love,” Remus replies.

As breakfast continues, all Sirius does is flirt with the girl and talks about how “good” his life is. You all know how much of a lie that is. His life is far from good. His family treats him terribly just because of the different views he has. It was all just an act. He’s such a liar. A liar and a player. But you still loved him.

Tomorrow when I wake up I know what you'll say

Say that you care but that it was a mistake

And I'll be so upset for the rest of my day

'Til you call me cutie and ask if we're drinking

'Til you call me cutie and ask if we're drinking

'Til you call me cutie and ask if we're drinking

The next party Gryffindor was throwing was tonight and you were debating if you wanted to go. Sirius and that girl were not together anymore and deep down you were thrilled.

As you and your friends got to the common room, Sirius looks at you with a sorrowful look. You decided that it was time to stop ignoring him and talk. “Siri, can I talk to you for a minute?” you ask. He nods and you guys walk into the hallway.

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you like that,” he says. “You were right about me. I’m a daft bloke and you have every reason to be pissed at me still and if you don’t want to be friends anymore I understand.”

“I’m sorry too. I should have never called you that. Or said anything about the girl you kissed. It wasn’t my place to tell you what-,” you were cut off by Sirius grabbing you by the waist and kissing you. You were shocked at first but kissed back. You both pulled back and you were a blushing mess. “It took you long enough to come around,” you giggled.

“So, are we drinking tonight, cutie?”

[bluejohsai]

whiskers — kuroo tetsurou (au).

it’s been a while and i managed to push through with posting a short scenario for this blog. i know i haven’t been active in this blog at all and it will stay that way if there are no requests flying here. i am currently accepting requests for haikyuu and attack on titan (bc i indulged in it for quite a while now). with that aside, happy reading !!

summary : kuroo finds himself in a strange predicament and inevitably bumps into his crush. inspired by ‘a whisker away’.

Kuroo Tetsurou had enough of his life.

Everything was just in shambles the moment his mother screamed at his father, demanding a divorce. And with divorce comes the argument of which parent will take the responsibility of caring for the child. In the end, Kuroo's mother won, making him pack his bags and leave his father behind to live in his mother's house in Tokyo, along with the man that his mother chose to remarry. Living under his mother's care was perfectly fine; she wasn't in the house often because of her work and his mother's new husband tends to be fussing over him any chance he gets, but Kuroo chose to brush all of them with a practiced smile.

In the summer of Kuroo's second year in high school, the dark-haired boy received a message from his father. He was lounging in his makeshift study area in the bottom part of his bunk bed, reading a book that Kenma really enjoyed (it was filled with games though, probably the reason why the first-year liked it so much), when his phone vibrated on top of the coffee table he pushed at the front of his study area. Not having any enthusiasm at the prospect of talking to people, Kuroo sluggishly sat up and opened his phone, displaying his lock screen of the sky and the message from his father. With bored eyes from behind his long fringe, Kuroo tried reading the message without any attachment since it was only once upon a time that he was close with his father.

Father:

Hey, Tetsurou, I'm here right now in Tokyo. The summer festival is still ongoing so why don't we attend the highlights, I have something to talk to you about.

Narrowing his eyes at the glare of his gadget, Kuroo stared pensively at the screen of his phone. Festivals meant reliving those joyous moments he had with his father when he was young; catching goldfishes, buying masks and scaring his mother with the designs of their face accessories, and watching the highlights of the festival, which is the fireworks display. It also meant reliving that time when his father left him intentionally during a crowded summer festival. That event in his life spurred the divorce because as his mother told him, his father is one deadbeat and selfish kind of man. But his father wasn't like that. Kuroo remembered pleading to his mother to forgive the older man but it was all in vain. She still screamed in their dining room to nullify their marriage.

Tetsurou:

OK.

That was it. No residue of the playful nature he always had with his father, as it should be all those years.

Having a few minutes of silence and staring at the bottom of his bunk bed, Kuroo took a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. Slowly sitting up, the dark-haired boy crawled out of his cozy hideout and stretched his limbs, because lying down and rolling on the carpeted floor definitely made him stiff. Walking towards his closet while taking off his shirt, Kuroo reached out for the red sleeveless hoodie hanging from behind his volleyball club tracksuit, quickly fitting it on him and choosing to leave his basketball shorts on. With his phone and wallet in hand, the tall lad walked down the stairs and opened the door to the living room and dining area.

Peeking his head inside a small crack of the door, Kuroo lazily scanned the area. "Ah, Hikaru-san," he called out, catching the attention of a tall man with soft brown hair and glasses from behind the counter of their kitchen. He was apparently preparing for dinner, which looked like fried chicken. "I'm going out for a bit. Tell Mom that I could be going home late tonight."

The man named Hikaru gently smiled at Kuroo as he washed his hands. "I heard tonight's the summer festival's highlights," he noted, wiping his hand on one of the clean towels by the refrigerator. "Are you going with your friend, Kenma, is it? Or your classmates, Yaku and Kai."

Kuroo shook his head. "Dad invited me."

He swore he could hear a pin drop from the awkward silence ensuing inside the room. This silence is one that he greatly distastes, and this is coming from a child who succumbed to a bout of silence once he moved to Tokyo. There was no question of how Hikaru wanted to be acknowledged as Kuroo's new father and the competition on who deserves to be a better father to Kuroo is brewing between the two males that became a part of his mother's life. Kuroo could see that Hikaru was doing his best but the messy-haired boy never really viewed him as a family even after years of being married to his mom, his dismissive behavior when it comes to Hikaru is masked with cheery remarks and loud rounds of laughter. And that's what he chose to do right now.

The tall lad laughed once again, trying to ease any tension in the air. "I'm thinking of bringing home a box of takoyaki. Do you want anything, Hikaru-san?"

Hikaru composed himself and sheepishly looked down to continue with his current task. "You don't have to buy me anything, Tetsurou." The brown-haired man glanced at Kuroo with a fatherly air. "Are you joining us for dinner later?"

Kuroo paused for a few moments, pretending to think upon the offer before shaking his head an easygoing smile. "Nope," he lightheartedly answered Hikaru. "I'll be off now!"

When Kuroo's footsteps echoed through the empty household, followed by the sound of the front door closing, Hikaru deeply sighed as he planted both hands on the counter. His dejected frame was noticed by his pet cat, Hanako, who mewled in concern as she approached her owner. Realizing his eyes pooling with unshed tears, Hikaru quickly took his glasses from the bridge of his nose and wiped his eyes with his wrist, his forced laughter coming out huskily.

"I'm trying my best, Hanako, but why isn't it enough?"

                                                             *

Summer festivals in Tokyo always bring forth a chorus of laughter and the comfortable mellow lantern lights. There was a subtle beat of the taiko drums in the background, drowned out by the endless chatters of the people choosing to roam around during the highlights of the festivals. The streets of the enormous plaza in their area were arranged to have a line of stalls awaiting for customers, and one of them held a special place in Kuroo's childlike heart ー goldfish scooping. Here he was, crouched down in front of the small tub designated for the goldfishes, his hand poised right above him while his eyes never strayed from that fish who appeared to be brighter than anyone else in the shallow water. Right when he was about to catch the fish, his little net tilted and doubled over the water, scaring away the fishes from any human contact.

"Better luck next time, boy," the stall owner told him reassuringly but the messy-haired boy wasn't reassured at all.

Kuroo stood up brashly from his seated position, surprising the people around the little stall, and walked away with his hands inside the pockets of his sleeveless jacket. There was a hasty apology coming from behind him, along with hurried footsteps of the very person he doesn't want to interact with at the moment. Kuroo continued walking, mumbling apologies to the people he bumped on the way, until a firm grip wrapped around his arm, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

"What?" he asked the person desperately trying to catch his attention, the expression on the younger boy was hiding the fact that he was hurting because of this meeting.

"Tetsurou," Kuroo Tatsunari, his father stood in front of him, face so distraught that he nearly broke his practiced façade. "You can live with me instead of your mother, that way everyone will be happy. Please, Tetsurou, I already asked my landlord to have my apartment renovated to have your room."

Kuroo was baffled for a moment and he couldn't help but scoff in disbelief at what his father said. After shaking his head, his golden eyes trailed from the face he was starting to see in the mirror (except for the unruly hair he seemed to claim since he was young) to the hand still gripping tightly on his arm, as if asking for him to never leave the owner's side. He had enough of all of this and all he wanted was to cry his heart out and scream all his hidden thoughts to a barren meadow, but all he could do was place his hand on his father's, gently taking away the grip that kept him rooted on the ground for so many years.

With unrelenting eyes, he muttered darkly, "Have you ever wondered what would make me happy?" before turning away and running to who knows where this late at night.

"Tetsurou!"

He did what he always did best ー running away from his problems.

The young boy did this when he was in the middle of his parents' fights when he was just a little boy and he brought it with him until he was in primary school, where his mother took him under her wing all the way to Tokyo. He nearly ran away when Kenma came into his life, the prospect of having friends and interacting with other children his age so dreadful to the boy that he didn't speak until Kenma asked him what games to play, thus, spurring the two to start volleyball. He nearly ran away when middle school and high school came, the latter made his anxiety rise much higher than the previous point in his life. But this was all erased when many of his high school classmates approached him out of nowhere, clinging onto him and confessing left and right, something that he was not proud of.

The messy-haired boy slowed down his pace to a walk, tears bleeding through his vision and blending in with the drops of rain pattering down on him. "I hate this," he muttered, making measured footsteps on the cobblestones, not noticing that his surroundings seem to transition into a shrine. "I hate the world. I hate myself. I wish I would just end this miserable life right away." Just then, a strong odor of tobacco wafted through his senses, making him perk up in wariness.

In front of him was a huge man dressed in an elaborate yukata, casually smoking on a fancy pipe that Kuroo thought was a relic based on its golden sheen that illuminated under the shrine's overhead lanterns. Feeling skeptical at his current situation, Kuroo slightly took a step back with his eyes still set on the man sitting with a mask stall beside him. His heartbeat picked up its pace because of the nerves starting to churn in his stomach but the dark-haired boy still glanced at the number of masks plastered on the stall and oddly enough, all he could see were cats instead of the variety of animals that were displayed in some of the festival stalls down the hill.

"Welcome," the unnamed man said in a raspy and deep voice, his big, slitted yellow eyes glancing over at Kuroo. "Do you want to try one on? It is said to erase all your worries the moment your face touches the mask."

Erase all your worries?

Kuroo gulped before opening his mouth to speak, "How much is one?"

That offer tempted him and based on the man's appearance, he wasn't a scammer that would run away with his money. There was something from the man's voice that compelled him to try just one mask to see if what he said is true because he definitely needed an escape from reality right about now.

The man chuckled ominously. "No need to pay, young man."

The messy-haired boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Is this because your offer is a hoax?"

At this, the unnamed man's chuckles became a full-on laugh. Laughter of scrutiny thrown at him, making Kuroo squirm in his perch. "There wasn't anything about a hoax in what I said, kid. Here," the man reached out from behind him and picked out a black cat mask, throwing it at Kuroo, who leaned forward to catch the object, "try it on."

Kuroo flipped the mask. The front was so detailed that it almost looked real, the paint on the mask's nose seemed to glint with the wetness of a real cat's and even the whiskers protruded on either side of it. The ears also captured his attention ー there were fur inside each one and it even depicted the real colors on what you can see on a cat. The back wasn't much with its embellished white appearance but when Kuroo slowly lifted the mask to try it on, it snuggly fit the shape of his face, sending chills down his spine. It was like the mask was made for him. But his admiring came to a halt when an invisible wall slammed on him, making him lose his balance.

The next moment was so bizarre to Kuroo. At first, everything was normal to him and the next, all objects loomed over his figure like skyscrapers. But when he blinked at the green color invading his optics, his vision seems to sharpen, even more, zeroing on where the man was previously seated and only finding no sign of the unnamed person. His chest tightened with anxiety, jumping at the slightest of sound picked up by his hearing. With shaky legs, Kuroo walked on the pathway with the sole purpose of going home and just wrapping himself in his duvet, praying that the next day will be much kinder to him. Upon passing by a vending machine right at the base of the shrine, his golden eyes widened when his reflection showed a black cat instead of his tall physique.

What is happening?

"What in the world?" Kuroo voiced out but instead of his usual timber, a series of meows ricocheted through the empty shrine. He jumped two feet in the air in surprise, spooked that even the black cat in the vending machine's reflection showed rod-like fur. After a few moments, he slowly walked towards the reflection, both curious and unnerved at what he just witnessed. "How?"

Placing a paw on the glassy surface, Kuroo roamed his eyes over his new body. He wasn't even surprised that the cat he donned has black fur and a small tuff of hair covering a portion of his right eye. Gradually, the boy's parted lips turned into a large smile as he whooped in the air while jumping around. It was cute in a human's perspective ー a little black cat hopping from cobblestone to cobblestone, his little meows twinkling in the night breeze. In all honesty, Kuroo felt so alive to leave his human life behind and the only thought lingering in his head is how much he wanted to be a cat his whole life ー lazing around and looking for different homes all day, no room for homework and the constant argument of familial connections. For an entire hour, Kuroo marveled at the world from a different perspective as he never stopped swaying happily down the path.

Until a familiar scent hit him ー watermelon.

And true enough, there on one of the benches was [Last Name][Name], who was looking blankly at the park in front of her with a half-finished bottle of banana milk loosely held in her hands. It looked like she came from one of her college prep classes based on what she was wearing — a beige turtleneck sweater and a tawny pencil skirt covered by a trench coat. Her hair was the same hairstyle Kuroo always liked on her, a loose braid running down on one of her shoulders, with her fringe carefully framing her ethereal face. It was no surprise to everyone how much he likes the girl and it shows how he gawked at her with round, golden eyes.

She looked at the side and when her gaze found him, Kuroo visibly jumped in shock again. The girl rose her eyebrows in surprise at the sight of the adorable black cat pausing a few feet from her. Kuroo watched [Name] open her backpack and mumbling things under her breath as she searched for something in her bag. Brightening when she finally found what she was looking for, the black cat curiously watched as [Name] waved a pack of biscuits in the air and beckoned him towards her.

"I have some snacks, kitty," she told him, which strangely compelled him to come closer. Who doesn't? The girl he absolutely adores called him 'kitty' with that beautiful smile, of course, he would follow her. When he stopped by her shoes, she then lowered her voice, "Is it alright if I pick you up?"

Kuroo meowed in approval, which [Name] happily took as a good response since she carefully picked him up and placed him on her lap. She then softly ran her fingers on his head, making him purr in contentment. Before nibbling on a biscuit, Kuroo enjoyed the warmth [Name] emitted, looking up at her with his pupils blown wide, which is a sign of his fascination with the girl.

"The night is beautiful ー it's like everything disappeared," she pensively voiced out, her eyes softly staring at the black cat on her lap. "I need more moments like these. People want me to do things that they want, not knowing how much I wanted to be free when I step out in the real world. I mean, I'm going to be eighteen soon and it's a sign that my dad should stop placing shackles that makes me want to cry. I don't even want to be a doctor." She pursed her lips as she paused for a bit as she muttered, "It's so suffocating." The girl then felt paws on her shoulder, making her look up at the adorable black cat, which was a few inches from her face. Then, she felt the tiniest kiss on her cheek, something that elicited a giggle from her. "That tickles."

Raising her hand from her lap, [Name] wrapped them around the cat's body, lifting him a little higher and placing him on her shoulder.

"You smell like lavender," she whispered. "I love it."

Through the night, the boy trapped inside the black cat's body heard his heart pound in his chest, his adoration for the girl blossoming like the fireworks lighting the park.

[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 3.2

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 3, 449

WARNINGS: Cursing, Depictions of PTSD panic attacks, Hints of Self-Harm

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 7 months now. She’s beginning to heal after the incident, but when she hears Arthur having troubles while sleeping- she can’t help but intervene. How will the rest of the family take it? Will she listen?

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER 3.3

A/N: This chapter and 3.3 are both considered extras. You can move onto chapter 4 without really reading them. I honestly wrote chapter 4 before 3.2 and 3.3. So, that will explain why Ch. 4 is a little different. THANKS FOR READING!

                Month 7 with The Shelby's 

It's been a month since the incident. We don't really talk of it and it's better that way. If I got one thing good out of it, it's that Tommy now trusted me. He trusted me with a lot. 

I was in charge of teaching the kids how to read and write. That included Finn which diverges from the original plotline 'cause Finn wasn't supposed to know how to read. He's a good lad, though. He really wants to impress Tommy. 

I did the groceries for everyone, but I doubt that I’m gonna be doin’ it for John much longer. I caught him and Lizzie Stark making out outside of the house. 

Anyway, I finally got a hang of UK currency. And Tommy told me that at the beginning of next year, I'll be expected to collect the money from some of the shops. It was gonna be family owned stores, nothing that would put me in danger. 

I was glad that I was trusted so much. It just solidified me routine even more. I trusted Polly the most though, especially after that night. Whenever we had a chance to just relax, she would always style me hair. It was really boss. 

It was nighttime and I was having some trouble sleeping. I discovered that this body had more talent that I originally had back home. See for some reason this body could draw. I can't explain it. But I can just draw whatever I like now. Before, I was just a really good storyteller. Mind you, the only affirmations I had were from family and friends. So, I never knew if me writing was actually any good. 

I was trying to draw a red spider lily flower. I bought some colours with me money. 

So, it was going just fine even though I was supposed to be asleep. That was until I heard a big bang. I jumped at the sound and I slowly got up from me chair. There was another bang. It was so stupid of me! What the hell was I going to do about it, right? So, why the hell did I decide I was gonna check it out?

I put on a robe and walked into the hallway. I followed the banging sounds and found it was coming from Arthur's room. I inched towards his door and slowly opened it. 

Arthur was thrashing around. The banging sound was actually him punching the wall from time to time. 

I remember that I read something about helping people with a PTSD attack, but it's not coming to me! 

So, I just rushed to him, grabbed him, and started to tell him he was alright. But instead, I triggered him. His eyes flew open and his hands wrapped around me neck. He rolled us onto the floor and his body hovered over me. It was hurting a lot and I couldn't breath. 

He kept screaming 'No!' 

I tried to peel off his hands, but immediately realized that wasn't going to work. I unwrapped me hands around his wrists and placed them on his face. I used me thumbs as I was slowly caressing him. He flinched but looked back down as I called out to him. Me voice was extremely hoarse and strained. I tried to smile at him. I tried giving him a very sweet, non-threatening smile. 

I saw the exact moment he realized this wasn't his dream anymore. He gasped for air like it was him who was being choked out. 

"Aliena?" He shouted. 

Arthur practically launched himself off of me and huddled into a corner. 

"What are ya doin' 'ere? Huh? What the fuck are you doin' in 'ere!"

I rolled over to me side and started coughing harshly. 

"You… You were punching the wall. I just wanted to help you."

"I coulda killed ya! I coulda-!"

"But you didn't. It's alright now." I shuffled closer to him, but I made sure not to reach out to him. 

He had his knees pulled to his chest. He just looked overall vulnerable which I hadn’t seen before. I've seen it in the show, but he hadn't shown me firsthand yet. He was crying so much. 

I just felt so bad that I stood on me knees and held open me arms. He looked at me up and down before going straight into me arms. I stroked his back vertically while combing his hair out of his face. I even started rocking us back and forth after a while. 

He sobbed into me stomach. We stayed like that 'til he calmed down. He separated us and looked up at me. 

"Is your neck alright?" His fingernails ran over me neck. 

I had to bite my lip to control the twitch that wanted to happen. I smiled as I whispered. "Yes, I'll be fine. Will you be? For tonight, I mean."

He nodded. We both got up and he really did tower over me. He hugged me again and it was my turn to be suffocated (again). I found that he was perhaps an inch or two taller than Tommy. I separated us after a while. He sat down on his bed and I bid him goodnight. 

I was barely out the door when I was given my 3rd scare of the night. Me hand flew to me chest as I saw Tommy leaning against me door. 

We met each other and he immediately started to inspect me throat. 

"'m fine, ya know. Hardly even hurts." 

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "That's a fucking lie 'n you know it. C'mon, we need to get it iced before it gets noticeable." 

He tugged me downstairs and we iced me forming bruises. I was really just sitting there. He was the one that did all the work. 

He sighed before speaking. "You shouldn't have done that, you know? His fits aren't gonna go away."

I looked away. "I approached him the wrong way is all. His fits won't go away, but I can teach him how to deal with them."

Tommy leaned back with a scoff. His smile was tight. He rubbed his chin while shaking his head. 

‘He didn't like what I just said.’ 

"You think you can cure us of what we have, eh, Aliena?" He asked. His tone, it was scary. I knew he was trying to scold me. 

"No. No, I can't do that. That's up to you and Arthur. And even youse can't fully cure yourselves. It's just not gonna be possible. But, you both can learn to deal with it."

"We are-!"

"In healthy ways, Thomas! It's not healthy to be drinking that much, either of youse! You can get alcohol poisoning or fuck! You'll both damage everything in your bodies. Your mouth, esophagus, pancreas, brain! Your fucking brain, Tommy! Liver-!"

"Enough!" He yelled while slamming his hand down on the table. 

I jumped and cowered. He yelled at me. I felt me eyes sting and the tears were  blurring me vision. 

"Don't yell at me… " I didn't even let him say anything else. I got up from the chair and ran to my room. I didn't want him to see me cry. 

When I woke up the next morning, I checked me neck in the mirror and sure enough, I had light handprint bruises. I ran me fingers around me eyes, exhaustedly. 

‘I can already tell this day is not gonna be good...’

I waved me hands ‘round before deciding to stop spazzing out. I began to get ready for the day. I looked through me collection of dresses and luckily, Polly had the good sense to buy me a dress that was a turtleneck. 

I did me hair in a bun like Polly taught me, put on me boots, then headed downstairs. I had to start on breakfast. 

When I rounded to the kitchen, I was only half surprised when I saw Polly standing there looking at me, expectantly. I sighed loudly as if I was already admitting defeat. She had a cup in her hands and she just stared at me. 

“So, what’s the damage, then?” She asked.

“Bruises.” I walked over to the stove and started it. It wasn’t gas-fueled, I knew that much. But I didn’t ask who turned it on in the morning or how. I figured it was someone else's job, or Polly did it herself.

After me reply, she said nothing. That did not ease the tension in the room. I knew what she was doing. I wasn’t gonna fall into her trap. Today, everyone will be eating egg on toast. I was letting the egg cook when I went to see if we had any bacon for meself. I grabbed it from the ice box and went back inside. I put it on the counter then went to flip the egg. 

Slurp!

Me left eye twitched. Slowly, I turned me head back to Polly. She slurped again, louder and longer. Sadly, on reflex, I began giggling. It was a nervous giggle. 

‘I broke. Stare-down is over. She won.’

“It was the banging,” I said. “I went to check on Arthur. I didn’t really realize what I was doing exactly, but it happened. I spooked Arthur while he was ‘aving an episode. It was entirely me fault. And don’t worry, Tommy already scolded me.” I looked back at her, gave her a small smile, then placed the egg on top of the ready toast. 

I turned me head back and heated up the pan for the bacon. 

“Ali, it’s not safe to be doing that. It’s better to let them ride it out. They’ll get better over time, love, but on their own terms. We’ll be there when their fit is over with, but it's best to not interfere while they’re having it. Okay?”

I nodded. I understood. I knew that men could help other men because they were less likely to get pinned down. Like Tommy is gonna do when Danny Whizzbang has an episode in the pub when the plotline starts. He and Freddie managed to calm him down ‘cause they overpowered him. While I was pinned to the floor by me neck. 

“It’s just that… It was so sickening seeing him like that. I couldn’t stand seeing him in pain like that.” Me voice was strained by the end of it. I shook me head as if that would prevent me from crying. 

The chair scraped against the floor. Polly pulled me into a hug. I held her tightly. She rubbed me back and rested her cheek against my head. It lasted until footsteps came thundering down the steps. 

Throughout the day, I managed to keep the bruises a secret from everyone else. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if they kids managed a glimpse ‘n decided to ask about it. When I had to give the boys their lunches, the only normalcy I maintained was with John. He brought it up, but he was very brother-like about it. 

Said that he figured it was gonna happen, he just betted that it’d happen with Tommy. More like hoped, he said. After that he cracked a few jokes with me. 

Then, I went over to Arthur. He couldn't even look at me. He asked how I was, I told ‘em. He nodded and left it at that. I figured that was for the best. 

Finally, it was Tommy’s turn. I was rather hesitant, to say the least. I acted very childish in front of him, and I was trying so very hard to avoid that! I knocked as always, went in, put down his plate, and in a last minute decision I decided I didn’t want to deal with confrontation today! I barely turned ‘round to walk away when he caught my wrist. His chair scraping against the floor as he sprang up to do so.

Me gaze was locked on him, but he was staring down his paperwork. I took in the sight. 

On the outside, I was keeping a composed face, but on the inside I was fangirling.

I swallowed and waited for his words. 

“I- uh,” he said, “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t ‘ave yelled at you.”  

I hummed and nodded. He gently let go of me wrist and I went about me way.

Thomas Shelby was never one to apologize, I’d say it was because the man was as stubborn as a mule. But this past month, that’s all he’s done.

So, everything was normal after that. I gave Finn a lesson while preparing dinner, I did all the chores, and yeah. 

I appreciated that he apologized, but that didn’t make the funk I was in disappear. With every strain on me neck, it hurt— stung. I’m sure it would have been unbearable if Tommy hadn’t iced it. But there was this sick part of meself that kept putting pressure on the bruises. 

The pain was there. The pain made me feel. 

When night came again, I still wasn’t asleep at a proper time. I was standing at the mirror. With the back of me fingers, I brushed over me neck. There was almost pain this time, I was just tracing over them. I was fixated on them. 

‘My sheltered life is truly over.’ I thought. ‘Parents aren’t here to coddle me anymore.’

I was safe in me suburban home back in California. I mean I had different dangers. Superficial dangers now that I think ‘bout it. I was now in a time that if I was taken advantage of, law enforcement would do nothing about it. If you weren’t from an affluent family who could kill the bastard, it was better to just adopt the mindset of “get on with it.” 

I think the only reason why I’m even slightly okay with what happened a month ago is because I’ve already accepted the fact that was going to eventually happen to me. Being in 1920’s Birmingham just upped the stakes, that’s all. 

I exhaled with puffed cheeks as I dropped me hands from me neck. 

“God, I want a ciggie, right now.” I whispered to meself.

I roughly rubbed me face before I picked up my hairbrush. Me hair was really thick and the length of it didn’t help me at all. It was at me mid-back. Me ma’ wanted it to be long. I’ve always had it short or mid length ever since I was a kid, but since she wanted me hair to be long, I caved. 

I was never gonna see her again. So, I might as well do everything that will keep her with me. 

I was still brushing me hair when I heard something. It wasn’t a bang or a thud. It was more like a whisper or a mutter. I stilled and waited. It was still going on. Gently, I placed the brush down then I crept over to the wall.

The wall that separated Tommy’s room ‘n mine. I pressed me ear against the wall ‘n the mutterings got louder. He was having an episode. I put me hand over me mouth and me other on me chest. I clutched on for dear life.

I wanted to help, oh, how I desperately wanted to! But, should I? After he told me off, after Polly told me. I don’t care. I still wanted to help him.

Me hand flew to me neck and I squeezed. Pain, I felt a lot of pain. Me eyes stung with tears. I stopped when I felt the pain begin to numb me thoughts ‘n rationale. That’s when I rushed to Tommy’s room. 

I didn’t care to put on a robe. I just ran out me room. When I got to his door, I slowly turned the knob, and slowly closed it behind me. He was having the sweats and muttering. I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but I knew he was dreaming about the tunnels. 

I stayed by the door and called out to him. “Tommy! Tommy, wake up!” 

He didn’t wake up.

“Tommy, you’re just having a nightmare. Wake up!” Despite my best efforts, I dived nearer to his bed. I had to be at least two feet away from him, I think. I didn’t even know what two feet away was!

“Tommy, you’re home. You’re not there anymore. Tommy, wake up!”

With a gasp, he woke up. Tommy’s eyes were blown wide as he jumped into sitting. Slowly, his eyes focused on me.

“Aliena?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“You were talking in your sleep. It worried me, so I came in ‘ere.”

His chest was heaving up and down, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen— in the flesh at least. I tried thinking of ways to calm him down. 

“I told you-!”

“Smoking opium, Tommy? You’re killing yourself. Killing yourself with all the booze and smoking! You want to talk sense into me like a child, I’ll do the same. Me job is to take care of the lot of youse, so that’s what I’m doing!” I stood up. 

“You plan on doing Billy Kimber over, there’ll be consequences to that even ‘til Finn is old and grey. So you’re gonna listen to me and we’ll find out some other vices for you to turn to so you can at least sleep at night.” I started waving me hands a lot. 

“I can’t babysit you during the day, so to hell with that. But, while you’re within me sight and grasps, I swear by everything that’s holy- I’ll be counting every cigarette and drink you have. I can’t very well overpower you, but don’t doubt my power to be annoying! I will annoy you and I will convince Polly to join with me if you plan on getting rid of me.” I crossed me arms while leaning on one hip. 

“You want to be the leader of the family, Tommy? Take care of yourself so that you will never become a liability even when you’re old and grey. So, what do you say, huh? Are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?”

He was surprised, to say the least. He had an eyebrow arched with his mouth hanging open. He closed it then looked away and ‘tsked.’ 

“For the amount I pay you, I shouldn’t be getting this kind of lip from you.”

“Take it up with management, then.”

He scoffed while shaking his head. “All right then, how are you going to put me to sleep?”

I sat on the ground and looked at the floor. “You could help, you know? One of the steps is for you to tell me how to help you, not the other way ‘round.”

He scoffed again. “Will you go fetch me a drink?”

“Nope.”

“Right.”

I pouted. I knew some ways I wanted to try out, but I didn’t want to embarrass meself. 

‘Fuck it! This isn’t supposed to be about me!’

 “How about I talk to you? You know, it’ll be like you’re me living diary. Or I sing? Or I hold your hand? For some people, it gives them a sense of comfort, but for others it makes their skin crawl. Or I could just be by you ‘til you fall asleep? Yeah, that’s all I got. The rest of it that I read about is…for couples.”

Tommy hummed. “All right, we’ll try it. But, you have to promise that if this fails, you butt out. No more bugging me and Arthur about this, ever.”

“I promise! Now, what are we trying?”

“All of it.”

“All of it?”

“Yep, never done this before, so can’t tell you what will work. Go on, talk the night away.”

So, I did. I talked to him about me family and some of me past. I told him all about me rocky relationship with me ma’ and how me da’ was an absolute genius. I told him about the embarrassing things I did as a child that I regretted. I told him a little about how the future would be. It didn’t matter if he believed me or not, still would be me talking.

And I made sure to not tell him any historical events!

But neither of us really paid attention to the fact that at some point, his hand was holding mine. I had to have talked for at least three hours before he fell asleep. All that talking made me tired too. I was yawning so much that tears were running down me face and me nose was runny. 

I fell asleep that night sitting at his bedside with our hands entwined.

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[thursday-writes-fanfics]

Choose. (Reader x Jack Sparrow or Will Turner. ) part 2

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean, Will Turner, Jack Sparrow. Warnings: Oh lawds, it has been too long since I posted anything and I am quite rusty. But had to post because I was in a pirate mood and after further investigation, not a lot of people post x reader stories for PoTC so I figured i had to change that myself. Swears, the ordinary pirate vocabulary. Also, have not read this through but of well. Words: 2.8 K

"Filthy, mangy, disgusting scum of the earth,” the whisper left Y/N lips as she made her way out of the cabin with silent feet, her boots held in her hand as she opted to be as quiet as possible. Her belongings were strapped across her back, just as they had been when the trio of misfortune had found her. A growl left her at the thought. The pain which coursed through her shoulder each time she dared move and peak around the corner was a cruel reminder of the bullet Jack had put in her to get her from leaving. Selfish man, that one, Y/N thought as with quick steps she had made her way out on deck. Blackness surrounded them, the moon hidden behind a veil of clouds. No-one was up, as most of the crew were in Tortuga partying for the night, or sleeping away the late hours. 

A perfect moment to leave.

When she could confirm no-one was there to disturb her wee little escape, she firmly stomped her feet into her leather boots and tied her belongings a bit tighter to her body. A glance across the railing confirmed her suspicions. No boat was left to take one to land, but that had never been a problem for the lass. Y/N gently cracked her knuckles and warmed her shoulders with circling motions of her hand whilst her feet carried her to the side farthest from the roughhousing town. A light grunt left her as she took her hat and tied it to hang around her neck and suddenly she was off. With a sprint she took off across the deck, her body shooting through the air as she leapt from the railing. Her hands were placed before her as she dove into the depths below, a promise of being frozen to the core shown in the darkness.

She had forgotten how badly it hurt to have a wound meet saltwater and Y/N was forced to the surface earlier than she had intended when all the air left her in a shocked cry. Yet, there was little she could do about it now except swim to land. With long strokes she set her course for the harbour, far from exhausted after she had been asleep for gods know how long. She knew that the port she had been supposed to change her allegiance at was far from here, and even the Black Pearl would have a hard time getting to Tortuga without a couple of days journey. Y/N wondered if she had woken up at all, or if they had with each meal fed her concoctions to force her back into unconsciousness.

Even with her wound, Y/N found the strength to pull herself atop the harbour, her breath heavy as she had swam long and far. She had however, very little time to worry. Even if the crew was out partying and would only return in the morning, they would find her gone and she knew they would search for hours until the found her. She needed to be fed, drunk and well on her way to Barbossa by the time that happened.

Her hat she placed once more upon her head, all that was too tightly stuck to her form loosened until she felt comfortable once more. Her hand rest upon the sword as she strode from the harbour into the loud and bright city. Bar fights, drunken singing and the cheers of women filled her ears. “Ah,” Y/N thought as a smirk played upon her lips. “Now this is home,”

She could hear the ladies calling out to her, believing she was a fine young lad out for a wee bit of an adventure, however, Y/N would have to disappoint. Her smirk remained as she faced the fine young ladies before the brothel, a hand softly coming to tip her hat.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, my dears. But I’m not sure I am of the commodities you wish to have with tonight,” Y/N chuckled as the women calling for her became silent. However, they soon cooed for her even more as they realised who it was. “Oh, it’s Y/N! Remember what Anne said when she mistook her for a man? She had the most passionate and heart-racing kiss that left her swooning for days!” said one of the women and Y/N stilled as she remembered the events from long ago, when she had just started out her pirating business. A lass had made her home upon Y/N’s lap after she had won a barfight and gave the victor a kiss. Y/N had been drunk of her arse and the feeling of someone else’s lips upon her own had been quite welcome. She had just had her heart broken by dear ol’ William Turner when she had tried to tell him how she felt, only for the lad to speak of nothing but Elizabeth and how he was going to as her father for her hand in marriage. It made her sick to the stomach to think fo his words.

“Y/N! Come in and we promise we’ll make you forget all your sorrows!” squealed the women and a hot flush came to cover the woman in question’s cheeks. A choir of shrieks of joy and interest left them as the flush was quite evident in the light of the lanters. “Sorry ladies, I am on a tight schedule,” Y/N replied but dared amuse them with a wink and kiss blown their direction. Their shouts and cheers followed Y/N as she made her way through town, unaware that she was to become the talk of all women in town as all knew of Anne’s one in a lifetime-kiss. Something which would not work in her favour.

Y/N entered her favourite tavern, glad to find that all the scoundrels of her former crew where off elsewhere, just as she had expected. No-one really liked the place and it made Y/N love it even more. However she avoided the gaze at the corner where she had Jack had a heated argument, when he had been so close to kiss her before Elizabeth came in between to diffuse the situation. A snarl left her and the woman pulled out a barstool and made herself comfortable. The woman whom owned the place grinned widely as she gazed upon one of her most beloved customers once again.

“Hello there, Mary,” Y/N mused to the older woman who was quick to grab her and embrace her into a bear-hug. “Well, wouldn’t ye look at that! The best pirate anyone would have the pleasure to be met by, sitting at by bar? I cannae believe my luck!” Mary mused as she set the young woman down, or more like shoved her right back into her seat.

“What can I get ye, lass?” the grin on Mary’s face was welcoming and familiar, something Y/N knew would never change. Unlike others. “How about a clap of thunder? And if you could, maybe some dry power?” Y/n asked as she raised her gun from her hip, the water dripping from it. “Unfortunately had to take a wee dip to meet you,” she mused and Mary laughed as she grasped a bottle and filled a tankard with the requested beverage. 

“Drink and food I can treat ye, but weaponry? Should as some of the fine gentlemen instead,” the tankard was placed before Y/N’s form as a pout played on the younger woman’s lips. “Oh, don’t hang your jib at me, lassie! You know well I won’t give up my own weapons,” a laughter fell from Y/N’s lips as she was scolded by the older woman, her hands nursing the drink in her grasp. A faint “Oh, I know,” fell from her lips and she feigned ignorance as she took a swig from her drink, Mary’s playfully angry eyes staring daggers into her head before she turned to serve another pirate. 

The buzzing that soon came when Y/N had drunk her second tankard was a pleasant feeling, the warmth of the tavern penetrating her muscles and her clothes dried as the fire was steadily fed with logs of wood by the maids rushing about. Y/N didn’t her them whispering giddily about the gorgeous female pirate at the bar. 

“Mary!” Y/N called out as she let her hand fall to the bar, golden coins glimmering in her fingers. With a few words she paid for yet another drink and a plate of hot food. She didn’t ask what she would get, as Mary’s cooking was one of a kind. For pirates, at least. The doors were slung open but Y/N paid little attention. Her seat was hidden from view and drunkards all about were more cause for attention than her. She wasn’t worried. Nevertheless, she should have been keeping tabs on who entered the tavern. Then she would have rushed out the backdoor to escape the trio that had kidnapped her. 

“There you go, dearie! Made it only for you!” a wink was given to the older woman as before Y/N laid a plate with the most delicious looking ribs, the spiciness and flavour visible to the bare eye. And lots of potatoes and vegetables accompanied the mouth-watering meat. Y/N dug in with fervour as she had been quite famished. Mary glanced at her here and there, and the sight of the food inhaled before her very eyes brought a joyous warmth to her heart.

Y/N had barely managed to finish her food when suddenly she felt eyes upon her frame. Keen eyes dared draw across the room, finding no gaze to meet with hers as she dug her teeth into the second to last rib. Only they stopped suddenly as she saw at a table on the other side of the tavern, three faces she had never expected in this place. They usually hated going here after all, as it was a tavern famous for hosting the cruelest fights. Took the appetite from them all normally. Y/N froze with the flavourful meat hanging from her lips, the look mirrored by Jack, Will and Elizabeth as they stared at her. The maid has just brought their drinks, meaning they had probably gotten in just a little while ago. Y/N would have noticed, had she only checked on the door. Something suddenly flared up in the trios eyes as they now saw her face fully, having been unsure if it truly was who they believed it to be, sitting and eating at the bar like she wasn’t supposed to be knocked out cold in the captain’s cabin.

“Ah, fuck,” Y/N cursed and threw herself from her stool when the trio had rushed to their feet. In her hands, Y/N grasped her mug and downed the last of her drink before tearing the meat off whole from the last rib. “Y/N!” Will roared and was promptly forced to duck when the woman in question had aimed a huge bottle at his head, having swept it from a nearby table. Y/N stared at the ones around her and with a tap on the back the the roughest looking group of pirates, she whispered.

“They’re here to fight,” with a thumb pointed to the trio coming right this way with anger and determination in their steps. The pirates faced them and mistook their stride for the young woman to be meant for them and rose from their feet. Roars left them as suddenly they dashed from their seats and the biggest barfight Y/N had seen to date began. Because when the group she had incited rose, another thought they were looking for a brawl with them. So, what Y/N would name it was pure and utter chaos. 

“Now that is my cue to leave,” her snickers were heard by none other than herself as Y/N dashed for the exit, only she would find her escape was not easily won. Bonnie lasses that had dared find their courage to speak to her grasped her arms and with their big eyes gazed at her with adoration. “Y/N, won’t you come take a drink with us?” they asked and Y/N suddenly twirled them around, making them fall into her and avoid being crushed underneath a huge bloke that was tackled by a man his equal.

“Sorry ladies, but I’m running short on time,” Y/N sneered and with her hands she twirled them. Laughter and giddy cheers left them as they were spun back to their friends, a wink from the one they had tried to seduce sending them into a fit of swooning as Y/N rushed out the door with desperation. She refused to get caught now, just when she had succeeded with two parts of her three step plan. All she needed now was a boat to take her to where Barbossa was last seen.

“Y/N!” came the muffled voice of the one and only Jack Sparrow, and it was far too close for Y/N’s liking. Judging by the distance to the sound, the trio were almost out the door by now. Y/N darted through the nearby plaza, calls of her name from lovely ladies and young lasses that had only heard of her making it very hard to escape unseen. Fix a disguise next time you try to hide from someone in Tortuga, Y/N noted as she vaulted over a wall to a nearby staircase, giving a few drunkards the scare of their lives as she flew over their heads. Y/N was quick, agile and the best at what she did, so to see her in action was a privilege in itself, as many pirates, thugs and mercenaries knew her name. 

“When did I become so famous?” Y/N wondered as her breath was becoming heavy, the continuous movement of her body tearing on her wound. “Ahoy, lass! What are you running from?” the pirates would shout and the call of her name remained right on her heel as she was continuously exposed by the friendly and merry pirates. An idea found her mind and Y/N dashed into the nearest awaiting brothel, knowing there was a night-market on the other which she could loose her pursuers. Loud and happy squeals left the women as Y/N raced through the entrance, going right to the stairs.

“Y/N!” they exclaimed and to her surprise, the young pirate found herself stuck amongst more than one pair of arms. Her eyes grew wide as she snapped her head to the entrance and found that those she tried to avoid where coming right for her. “Whoops! Sorry ladies, don’t have much time to play!” Y/N exclaimed as she danced her way out of their grips, spinning and dancing them around her so that she was freed and their excited hollers filled the brothel.

“Y/N!” William shouted but was shot right in the head with an expertly thrown pillow, stumbling back and making it harder for the other two to pass him. More pillows flew through the air and laughter echoed around them as Y/N dashed through the house, her charms still there even if she was trying to run for her life. Jack almost caught her at the top of the stairs but with her hands firm on the railing, Y/N kicked him in the chest with both her feet and caused him to tumble down the many steps, her escape ensured as she leapt out the window. She landed on one of the market stalls, body aching as she rose from the shambles she had made. “Sorry!” she shouted and tossed the man a golden coin before she took off through the mass of people, ignoring his angry shouts and that of her companions that soon crashed down before him, making the easy damages completely irreversible. And they didn’t even pay to help.

Y/N left her entourage as she dashed through the mass of people, all too occupied with themselves to notice her slip past. A breath dared leave her lips as she broke free from the market and leapt from the ledge to a path below, disappearing into the darkness. 

Her breath was heavy as she appeared once more at the harbour, her eyes searching for any ship to hide on but all were so far out at sea. A grumble left her as she wished not to get wet again as she had just managed to dry up and get warm. Maybe she had the chance to go back to one of the brothel’s and could pay them to hide her for a few days. With a fist slammed into her palm like the club of a judge making sure all knew a decision had been made, she turned around. Only the sight of three very roughened up, tired and angry people appeared before her. Will’s gun was cocked at her head, and the familiar click of the safety being off made her sigh.

“Fuck sake,” Y/N grumbled as she realised she had nowhere to go.

[bad-boy-spanker]

Austere Academy-Chapter Four

Callum was unmoved by Green's threat.

“Suffice to say you’re getting caned”

Callum smirked as his fate was announced, Green had caned him dozens of times, it was nothing new.

“I’ve been told there was two of you, who were you with, it’s only fair he is caned as well”

Callum scoffed, like fuck he was grass on Chris.

“Let’s just get this over with”

Green pulled a size thirteen slipper out of his drawer, it was well worn but had only ever been used across the bare bottoms of unruly young men.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way”

Callum grinned at Green, he loved the whole cat & mouse game, winding Green up, pushing his luck.

“Callum, leaving academy grounds is serious, normally I would spank you & be done with it, but this isn’t like your normal teenage antics”

Green wasn’t taking the bait, Callum upped his cocky attitude.

“Teenage antics, I’m thirty-two, I’m an adult for fuck sake”

Green could see there was no point arguing with Callum, he didn’t want to listen.

“Bend over”

Finally, Callum thought, he wasn’t going to make this easy for Green, Callum didn’t move, effectively challenging Green, not a wise idea, Green grabbed Callum’s ear & bent him over the desk, Callum’s shorts tightened around his round bottom, Green gave each of Callum’s cheeks a pat & a squeeze.

“The hard way it is”

Green lifted the slipper & brought it down fiercely, Callum felt the familiar sting burn its way across the left side of his arse, followed by an identical sting on the right as Green slapped down another blow, Callum peered over his shoulder at Green, smiling smugly, earning him after another five stingers, Callum huffed across the desk, five more slaps followed, across the center of his arse this time, he shifted his feet, Green paused & stood beside Callum, Callum was confused, was that it, Green must be off his game.

“That all you got”

Green pointed the slipper at Callum.

“I mean it, Callum, stop pissing me about, tell me who it was”

Callum made eye contact with Green & shook his head.

“Get up”

Green lowered Callum’s shirts to just below his thick grey socks, Callum’s tight boxers left little to the imagination, Green couldn’t help but notice Callum’s sizeable bulge, he knew that Callum had an affinity for being spanked, that’s what made him so tough to break, but Green wouldn’t be beaten, Callum always caved in the end.

“Back down”

Callum stayed in place, Green grabbed his shirt collar & forced him back down into his bent-over position, he lifted Callum’s shirttail, & raised the slipper, Callum grunted as the slipper connected with his left cheek, a second slap landed twice as hard, on his right, the third in the centre, four, five & six repeated the same pattern, causing Callum to wince, his cock throbbed in his boxers, Green was rather enjoying this, he, like Callum, appreciated the cat & mouse game.

“Come on, Callum, just tell me”

Callum still wasn’t talking, Green slapped the slipper down six more times, alternating cheeks, Callum began inwardly groaning, that was more like it, Green was starting to get in the swing of it.

“I already know who it is”

Callum was only slightly starting to feel uncomfortable, but he wasn’t quite ready to break, his cock throbbed as it began dripping precum.

“If you know who it is, why the fuck am I here”

Green knew he would have to up the stakes, as much as he appreciated the game they played, this was beginning to get disrespectful.

“I want you to tell me, you need to learn I am in charge here Callum, & you will not disrespect me, stand-up”

Callum stood again, his hands caressed his sore arse, they were quickly slapped out of the way by Green, who slowly pulled down Callum’s boxers, exposing his bare red bottom & throbbing erection, he bent Callum back over the desk, & stood behind him eying up his target, Callum was peeved, he did respect Green, & resented the insinuation that he didn’t, he treasured the unspoken understanding between them, why would Green say that, even in his vulnerable he couldn’t help but take a jab at Green, out of hurt & anger.

“Still not telling you”

Green rewarded his petulance immediately, ten blows quickly landed on Callum’s sit spot, Callum yelled, but he wasn’t going to let Green win, the slipper landed another ten times, Callum felt a tear prick the corner of his eye, his erection began to fade, Green really wasn’t playing anymore, Callum’s arse was throbbing, it had now become a real battle of wills & Callum was adamant on winning, Green put his hand on the small of Callum’s back & crashed the slipper down another ten times.

“Gaaahhh”

Callum wriggled over the desk, his arse bounced as he gyrated, he had tears running down his face, Green determined to break Callum, brought the slipper down twenty times on the lads sore red bottom, Callum cried loudly, as the burning in his stinging arse brought him closer to caving in.

“I admire your loyalty, Callum, even though it’s misplaced”

That hit home with Callum, was his upset really worth it, all for the sake of an off-grounds pint with Chris, he wanted to give Chris up, but his pride wouldn’t let him, if he could just get through this, maybe Green would let him off, he’d let him off with somethings before, just get through it, he thought to himself, Green laid on five slaps within seconds, Callum was suffering, but he remained tight-lipped, the worst part of all this was, Green was really mad at him, & that hurt nearly as much as his arse did, another five, still nothing, Green was getting tired, there was no need for this, even after another ten Callum said nothing.

“Give me his name”

Callum was ready to break, his arse throbbed, Green flicked the size thirteen slipper down hard on the sore red bottom before him.

“Give”

“Ah”

“Me”

“Ah-ha”

“His”

“Ah-ha-ha”

“Name”

“Ah-ha-ha-ha”

Callum wailed, Green had had enough, he repeatedly slapped the slipper into Callum’s burning arse as hard as he could, in a wild flurry, striking every inch of the sore arse he could, over & over, hard, fast, & relentless.

“Chris Griffiths”

Callum shouted as he broke.

“Finally”

Green let the slipper fall onto his desk, Callum just cried, his bottom was so sore & he had upset Green, all for the sake of a pint, Green allowed Callum a few minutes to cry it out, softly rubbing his back as he pulled himself together, Callum appreciated the caring touch, he could tell Green didn’t enjoy punishing him like that.

“Come on, get yourself dressed, & wipe your face”

Callum slowly lifted himself from the desk & gave his sore bottom a rub, he pulled up his boxers & shorts, wincing as they tightened around his raw bottom, he made eye contact with Green, taking the tissue Green handed him, Green sat down as Callum dried his eyes.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn, Callum, I haven’t had to punish you like that since you first arrived”

Callum said nothing, just sniffled, staring at the floor.

“Normally, I’d be giving you another spanking tonight”

Panic flashed across Callum’s face.

“But, in light of the thrashing I’ve just given you, I’ll let you off”

The panic on Callum’s face was quickly replaced with relief.

“Thank you, sir”

Green smiled, Callum was a good lad, he just let his attitude rule his head.

“Don’t thank me just yet, you & Chris are still getting caned for your pub visit, & you’re still on punishment parade”

Callum’s shoulders dropped, any hope he had of escaping a caning had dissipated.

“But we’ll delay your caning until Thursday, give you a day or two to recover”

Callum smiled.

“Thank you, sir”

Green was relieved, Callum had found his manners again, he realised Callum didn’t mean any real disrespect, but sometimes he pushed it a bit too far, they were back on good terms now, but Green issued Callum a warning, so there could be no confusion going forward.

“But if you ever disrespect me like that again, I won’t hesitate to drag you back in & give you a repeat performance”

Callum shuffled uncomfortably at the prospect, he didn’t want another spanking like that, his bottom was incredibly tender, he wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a while, but he knew he deserved it, not just for the pub visit, but for disrespecting his friend.

“I’m I disrespected you Gaz, I just wasn’t thinking, I know you sometimes let me get away with things you probably shouldn’t, & I appreciate it, & you”

Green walked over & gave Callum a hug, Callum hugged the younger man tightly, there was an unspoken camaraderie between them, although they butted heads, they had respect for each other, Green released Callum from the hug & patted him on the back.

“I appreciate you too when you’re behaving, & you get away with so much, cause you’re a nice guy, you’re a good senior, you keep the buggers in line when they need it, not to mention the amount of wresting cup & football trophy’s you won for Austere, it’s just you’ve got a shit attitude sometimes, luckily, I have a remedy for that”

Green patted Callum’s arse playfully.

“Now get yourself to class, & for fuck sake behave”

Callum let out a small laugh & turned to leave, rubbing his sore bottom as he left, causing Green to chuckle, he stood up & put away his cane, he left his slipper out to deal with Chris, he’d be caned with Callum on Thursday, but it was only fair he faced the same consequences Callum did, but unlike Callum, Chris would be going over his knee before bed.

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another long one lads

//source: poker face 2: all in - studio c

rose: Welcome back to this year’s coverage of the World Championships of Earth C Hold’em Poker, and some very familiar faces in our final four tonight. Kankri Vantas, of course, one of last year’s finalists; he is rumored to have recently had an organ transplant that did not go well. 

kankri: ‘Stupid... m9nkey kidneys...’

rose: And last year’s million dollar winner, Vriska Serket, clearly doing well for herself.

vriska, internally crying: ‘I am in soooooooo much de8t........’

rose: Amazingly, Jake English has returned, even though last year it was painfully clear that he did not know how to play poker.

jake: ‘Ahahahahahaha! Ohh fools! They have no idea that ive spent the last year learning everything there is to know about poker! Theyll never see it coming! Hoo hoo hoo hoo-’

jake, pulling a sandwich out from under the table: ‘Mmm sandwiches...’

rose: And our one new face, John Egbert, former protege of the late Jane Crocker, who passed away at this very table.

john: ‘this is for you, jane.’

john: *pulls out jane’s literal fucking urn and places it on the table*

rose: And here comes the flop, with the king of clubs, the seven of spades, and the queen of hearts. 

kankri, starting to cough: ‘Yes! I finally have a g99d hand! ST9P C9UGHING, Y9U F99L, THEY’LL KN9W Y9U’RE EXCITED!’

kankri, starting to cough in his head: ‘There we g9.’

kankri: ‘Wait, am I c9ughing int9 my 6rain?’

kankri: Tw9 hundred th9usand. 

vriska: ‘I just!!!!!!!! HAD to use my winnings to 8uy a yacht made of gold, which SUNK IMMEDI8TELY!!!!!!!!’

vriska: Call?

vriska: ‘Now all the fish are living large on my 8oat and all my friends are dead in their solid gold life vests........’

jake: ‘Lets see king of clubs queen of hearts seven of spades... I have an ace and a king which puts my odds of winning at... *Calculator noises* 62.48%! Excellent. But play it cool!! They dont know that you know how to play now!’

jake, shrugging dramatically: Call.......????

jake: ‘Mhmmm and the oscar goes to? Me!’

john: ‘okay, you can do this-’

jane: ‘Remain calm, John.’

john: ‘aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! JANE!!??!?’

jane: ‘Yes. I’m speaking to you from beyond the grave. Or, urn, rather. I’m here to help. My one mistake was that I panicked. I don’t want you to-’

john: call.

jane: ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU HAVEN’T LOOKED AT YOUR CARDS!’

john: ‘I DIDN’T LOOK AT MY CAAAARDS!!’

rose: Four players, eight hundred thousand in the pot. This could get interesting! And there’s the turn with the king of diamonds.

kankri: ‘Hahaha! Aw, man! I’m t9tally g9nna win!’

kankri: *His eyes widen as he hears a P9P fr9m inside him*

kankri: *999HHHH. 9H MY G99DNESS, I THINK MY KIDNEY JUST EXPL9DED, 9H- I’M DYING.’

kankri, still... shakily reaching for his chips: ‘Must... finish... game... and... get... t9... h9spital-...!’

kankri: Five hundred th9usand.

vriska: ‘MmmmAAAAH!!!!!!!! I need to win so I can 8uy a silver 8oat to rescue the gold 8oat!!!!!!!!’

vriska: Call?

jake: ‘That king puts my odds at 89.07%- OOH dont be happy!’

jake, faking a frown: C...all.

jane: ‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW DO YOU NOT LOOK AT YOUR CARDS!??!?’

john: ‘I’M SORRY!!!!!! it’s hard to concentrate when your DECEASED MENTOR starts TALKING in your HEAD!!!’

jane: ‘SURE, blame the DEAD GIRL!! JUST LOOK AT YOUR CARDS!!!’

john: *panics and knocks over jane’s urn*

john: ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!’

jane: ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’

rose: Oh, gross.

john: *starts trying to gather her ashes and put them back in the urn-*

jane: ‘Forget about me! PLAY THE GAME!’

john: call.

john: ‘aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-’

jane: ‘YOU DIDN’T!!! LOOK AT YOUR CARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

rose: Okay, I guess we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t happen! And there’s the river; it’s the ace of spades! That’s great news for anyone holding an ace right now.

kankri: ‘N9999999!!’

vriska: ‘NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!’

jake: ‘YEEEEEEEEES!!!’

john: ‘JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!?!??!?!?!’

kankri: ‘9hh, what d9 I d9? That ace c9uld ruin all! What are the chances that s9me9ne has a king AND an ace?’

jake, smugly: ‘0.01%.’

kankri: ‘I’ve g9t t9 g9 f9r it. My 9ne remaining kidney isn’t g9nna-’

kankri: *Freezes as he hears an9ther P9P*

kankri: ‘DEAR SIGNLESS, I HAVE N9 KIDNEYS! I HAVE M9MENTS T9 LIVE!!!!’

kankri: ....All in.

john: ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!’

vriska: All in.

kankri: ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.’

jake: All in!

vriska: ‘AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’

john: all in,!

jane: ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!’

john: ‘WHY DON’T I LOOK AT MY CAAAAARDS!??!?’

jane: ‘I DON’T!! KNOW!!!!!!’

rose: Millions in the pot, but there can only be one winner. Kankri will show first...

kankri: *Flips his cards 9ver*

rose: A strong hand, there! Three kings.

kankri: ‘FASTER!!!!!!!!!!’

rose: And Vriska...

vriska: *Flips her cards over.*

rose: ...Only has two pairs, queens and sevens. Looks like she won’t be a repeat winner tonight.

vriska: ‘That’s it, it’s over. I wonder how much I could get for one of my kidney-...s........’

vriska: *Eyes........ Kankri........*

kankri: *...........Eyes her........ 6ack........ fearfully...............*

vriska, looking away and smiling deviously: ‘Like the wind.’

rose: I’m almost scared to see what Jake has...

jake: *Flips his cards over!*

rose: M- I- Oh, my. Jake has a full house! Kings full of aces! 

jake: ‘AHAHAHA! The padawan has become the jedi!’

rose: And no one knows what John has, including John.

jane: ‘Let’s just leave! I can’t take any more humiliation!’

john: ‘...i have... to know.’

john: *flips his cards over.*

rose: John has a pair of aces! He’s won it all!

john: ‘w-- wooOOAAH!! AAAAH!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAHAHAHA!!!’

rose: What an unbelievable ending to this tournament! And now we close; Kankri Vantas is quickly leaving, most likely to a hospital, and Vriska Serket follows him close behind?

vriska, running after kankri: ‘HERE COMES THE WIIIIIIIIND!!!!!!!!’

rose: And Jake... consoles himself with a sandwich.

jane: ‘Hoo hoo hoo! Oh, now you can afford to buy me an urn with a television in it! Heheh-’

john: *knocks the fucking urn over again in excitement*

jane: ‘Woah! I’m everywhere!!!’

rose: We thank you for joining us, and good night.