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anotherwvba · 8 months ago

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Finding Your Place, pt. 4

Early Wednesday evening in the WVBA Academy Gym was a time for classes and training. Most of the WVBA roster preferred the morning or afternoon if they trained on campus, but the majority of hopefuls worked first shift jobs in Atlanta and then trained in the evening. Of course, that didn’t mean the gym wasn’t devoid of WVBA fighters.

“Oi, Frenchie!” Aran Ryan shouted from one end of the row of treadmills to the other where Glass Joe was moving at a leisurely pace. “Ya plan to break a sweat or not? Ya movin’ slower than my sainted nan, an’ she’s been dead for 7 years! Hahahaha!”

Joe just shook his head, “You silly brute. Have you never heard of a warm-up?” Aran’s trash talk continued as Joe continued his calm jog, now putting a pair of wireless earbuds in to drown out the rude Irishman.

Elsewhere, the Hondo siblings were sparring in one of the rings under the watchful eye of their coach Piston Hurricane. Cutie was uncharacteristically slow in her movements, but a careful eye could see that she was mimicking King Hippo’s rather ironclad defense, one that her brother was having trouble penetrating.

“Patience, mi hijo,” Hurricane’s voice was firm and calm. “Pop the jab into her guard, but eyes open, claro? Hippo’s guard is strong, not impenetrable.”

“Hai, Hurricane-sensei.” Piston Hondo’s upper body movement was solid as he studied Cutie’s defenses. A sharp jab found a gap and Cutie’s cheek, snapping her head back.

Cutie smiled as she tightened her guard and started with some subtle head movements, “Way to go, onii-san! Keep it up… not that I’m going to make it easy.”

On the mats in a corner of the gym, near the doors, was a circle of local senior citizens, all gloved up with faces flush and smiles wide. Disco Kid, himself drenched in sweat, clapped his gloves together. “Alright, Senior Sluggers, good job! Let’s stretch it out and cool it down. Don’t want those muscles getting tight.”

The seniors followed along, laughter and chit chat bubbling amongst them as they stretched. Disco loved this. Watching others sharing in joy and fun, it fueled him. Especially through rough times. He’d lost a heartbreaker of a match against Piston Hondo last Saturday for a shot at the Minor Circuit Title. Now, he’d have to watch and hope he’d be able to fight the loser of that match sooner rather than later. But, Disco was able to lose himself in his Senior Sluggers class. He loved these guys and gals.

“Now, remember our motto and say it with me,” Disco held his gloved fists up in the air like he’d just won a hard fought bout and the seniors followed along. Then, together in one voice…

“Age is just a number when you’re livin’ in the groove!”

Yeah, I love this. Disco said bye to his various students as the class dispersed, filled with renewed energy. They got arthritis, sciatica, you name it, and none of that stops them from turning out every week. Man, I got no excuses. Just gotta…

“DAMN! STUPID! ANALOG! PIECE OF…”

The sudden shouts turned every head in the gym toward the speed bag stations. There, Allison Treape, Allie to her friends, was struggling with one of the bags. She stopped the bag with her hands and held it, her dropping to a whisper, “Do you not know who I am? My fiance is the World Champion. I’ve built machines that can rip off a man’s arm. If you think I’m going to let a silly shaped bag of air get the better of me, so help me…”

“How’s it hanging, Allie?” Disco’s voice startled Allie. She was so focused on her new nemesis that she didn’t notice Disco’s approach. His tone was light and there was an easy smile on his face, “Looks like the ol’ speed bag ain’t dancin’ to your beat today.”

In frustration, Allie slammed her wrapped fist into the bag, “You could say that.”

“I gotcha, girl,” Disco stepped to the side and folded his arms. “Show me whatcha’ doin’.”

“Okay.” Allie took a deep breath, stepped back, wiped her brow with the back of her hand, then went to work on the bag. She was hitting it hard, keeping a steady rhythm early. Then, the bag would wobble and, finally, spin erratically, completely ruining Allie’s flow and making her stop. With a low growl of frustration, she looked at Disco and motioned to the bag, “See?! This thing’s got it in for me.”

As the bag swayed, seemingly just to mock Allie, Disco chuckled a little, “Speed bags are tricky as all hell. It’s all about the sweet spot. The bag’s and yours. Watch. I’ll show you.”

Disco had pulled his gloves off and steadied the bag. Allie watched attentively as he started tapping the bag with steady, easy rhythm and energy. “Find the beat and keep the punches light. It’s a dance, not a fight. You want your fists kissing the bag, not trying to flatten it.”

“Equal and opposite reaction,” Allie nodded. “Why didn’t I realize that? Hit it too hard, it moves too fast. The less control I have, the less control it has.”

“Exactly, nerd,” Disco laughed lightly and Allie punched his arm with a grin. “Aight, little sis, what’s wrong?” Disco stopped the bag and Allie tossed him a towel. “You ain’t usually like this.”

Allie took a deep breath and leaned against the cool cinder block wall of the gym. “Mac and Doc left for England this morning and I’m just… I didn’t think I’d miss Mac like this so fast.”

“England?” Disco looked puzzled for a minute. “Why’d Mac and Doc go to England? And why couldn’t you go?”

“According to Mac, they are on a scouting trip with Gabby Jay.” Allie pushed herself off the wall and moved over to the speed bag, taking hold of it in her hands, “Don’t know why, but they said it was WVBA business and they wouldn’t have much down time.”

Slowly, Allie started tapping the bag as Disco watched, “That’s it, girl. Light and easy. Now, you know my boy ain’t stupid enough to mess around.”

“Oh God, no!” Allie laughed, nearly messing up her rhythm with the bag. She recovered quickly and started moving around the bag as her fists flew, “Paulie MacKenzie is a lot of things, but a ladies man isn’t one of them. No, I just… Since we got engaged, we’ve been inseparable, you know? I’ve traveled with him for every training camp, every fight. This is the longest we’ll be apart since he proposed.”

The bag now moved with ease and a steady beat. Allie duplicated Disco’s rapid flourish from the end of his little demonstration and slammed her right into the bag, a satisfied look on her face. “That’s my girl!” Disco smiled, hugging Allie’s shoulder tightly. “And I get it. But, you know Mac wouldn’t have gone without you if there was another choice.”

“I know,” Allie smiled and returned Disco’s hug. “Thanks, Luke.”

“I got you, sis,” Disco smiled.

Suddenly, the doors to the gym burst open. All eyes darted to see two large men from Facilities wheel in a massive wooden crate on a dolly. Letters stenciled on the side of the crate read “R.E.S.E. Mk. IV”.

“Looks like they got some new equipment for the gym.” Disco watched as the men struggled but, eventually, moved the crate to the floor. Movement caught Disco’s attention out of the corner of his eye. Allie was practically vibrating with giddy energy as the facilities crew went to work with a crowbar.

“I… I don’t believe it…” Allie’s voice was barely a whisper. “That can’t be…”

“Whatta we gawkin’ at?” Disco jumped at Aran’s voice suddenly to his other side. “Think they finally sprung for that stupid BowFlex machine ol’ Frenchie’s been whinin’ ‘bout.”

Joe had joined them to Allie’s other side, “Pardon, brute. I’ve never asked the WVBA to furnish any equipment for my personal use. Much less a Bow Flex.”

“Do you see that marking?” Allie ignored the others, pointing out a logo on the crate to Disco. “That crate’s from Robox.”

“Roblox?” Aran raised an eyebrow.

“RoBOX,” Allie corrected. “Robotic Boxing Incorporated. They make cutting edge training equipment and gear for combat sports. Boxing, MMA, Muay Thai, you name it.”

“Mademoiselle Treape,” Joe looked puzzled. “What is R.E.S.E.?”

Aran nudged Disco, “I got 20 says it’s a huge peanut butter cup.”

Allie looked to Joe like Aran wasn’t even there, “It’s pronounced reese…”

“Told ya’,” Aran whispered to Disco.

“... and it means Robox Electronic Sparring Equipment,” Allie continued. “The R.E.S.E. line are sparring machines, meant to allow fighters to go all out in sparring without the risk of hurting a human sparring partner. But, the last I heard, the Mark IV was still in lab tests.”

Disco, struggling to ignore Aran, leaned toward Allie as the facilities crew started prying loose the last few nails from the crate. “So, this is like, what? A boxing robot we run drills with?”

Allie’s eyes were locked on the crate, “Not at all! If the Mark IV can do everything I’ve heard, it should be completely autonomous and have adaptive AI. Can you believe it?! It can mimic any boxing style and adjust to its sparring partner’s needs in real time! It learns your every movement, your every punch. It’s unreal! Imagine the training you could get in.”

“Bloody hell!” Aran shook his head, “They’ve brought in the bloody Terminator and gave it boxing gloves have they?”

Even Disco was starting to look apprehensive, “I hate to say, girl, but I’m with the psycho on this one. I mean, I’ve seen those movies. Skynet. Hal. Megan. Venjix. That thing comes saying ‘would you like to play a game’ and I’m hitting it with a barbell.”

A loud creaking sound came from the crate and front of the large box fell away. Inside was an odd, blocky looking robot, just shy of six feet tall and vaguely humanoid. On its “chest” was a large padded area that looked like the same canvas used on many heavy bags. Most amusingly was its “head”. It looked all the world like a speed bag with lights for eyes and a mouth.

Boisterous laughter broke Allie from her awe and startled all but its source. “Oi! It looks like shite!” Aran doubled over in laughter. “Okay, okay, that’s the Terminator if it was a Simon Pegg movie. Bloody hell, high tech, my arse!”

Aran’s laughter continued as he went toward the locker room. Meanwhile, Allie rushed over to the Facilities crew. “It’s beautiful. Really clean work. Do you know if the programming is loaded? Has it already been field-tested? What’s its power source? Is it already charged…”

“Whoa, missy,” one of the Facilities men stepped forward. “You’re Allison, Mac’s girl, right?”

Allie smiled, “I like to think he’s ‘Allie’s guy’, but yes.”

They shared a laugh as Joe and Disco cautiously looked over the machine in the crate. “Well, miss,” the man continued, “we’re just the delivery men. Truthfully, you probably know more about this sort of thing than us. Wanna give it a go?”

The man offered a sleek black control pad to Allie. The pad’s design was a stark contrast to R.E.S.E. itself… and it was powered on. The readout showed “RESE-4 Standby Mode”.

Allie took the pad and looked to Disco and Joe with a mischievous grin, “Guys, come on. We’ve gotta try this out, right? Let’s put RESE-4 through its paces and see what it can do. C’mon, guys. Please?”

Disco and Joe looked at one another for a moment. “Disco, mon ami?”

“Yeah, Joe.” Disco’s voice was uncertain.

“I do believe we are to play a game, non?”

With an excited squeal, Allie powered on RESE-4 guided him toward the ring.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #arm wrestling #ready 2 rumble #ready 2 rumble round 2 #alice and ape iii #disco kid #aran ryan #glass joe #rese-4 #allie treape

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a-mess-of-a-crow · 2 years ago

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CONTINUATION!

I decided to color the numbers for a better reading experience

11.) Dear God - Confeti

Numb little bug - Em beihold

In our bedroom after the war - Stars

Love like you - Steven Universe

Maybe I'll make a Playlist of cry worthy songs

12.) Imagine a shy, funny, scarred by traumatic experiences, person, who masks it with humor, has an amazing taste in anime and movies. Loves the same 2015 game as you and the same other games, who also simp for that skeleton, but also a batman villain. Who is green.

Where you think that she is your secret siamese twin that got seperated from you early on.

The only thing we can't agree on is salad dressing.

Someone, who has a hard time sharing her interests, slowly opening up to you, sharing her favorite Vocaloid music and influencing you to the point you're getting into it. Someone who is obsessed with her cat, who shows you so many videos and pictures of her cat named Hexe till you have an entire gallery of Hexe. She is someone who can't get in her head that people love her, that i love her, just the way that she is. And i would tell her a million times if i had to.

And Mochi, if you ever read this...

I just want to let you know...

THE WHITE DRESSING IS STILL BETTER THAN SALT AND VINEGAR!!!

And i love you. Dearly.

13.) I can hardly remember my last dream, but i can write about a dream i once had!

I was buying school supplies for a test, then i was in school and wrote the test, in a computer room, i was sitting in the last row.

But when i looked up, i saw a man, in a fox suit.

But he didn't have a head. I could see the bone and muscle tissue, and he slowly came towards me. I knew i only had a limited time for the test and so i panicked on trying to finish it quickly.

But the man came closer.

Going down the row i heard his footsteps closer. I looked up, his body was faced towards me, as if he was looking at me.

I start to scribble faster, but then he was already right next to me.

I turn to him and he sort of fused with me, if felt disgusting and awful, like i just wanted to dissappear, i felt myself rotting.

But then i was fine. Suddenly i was in our old Camper, with my mom. I knew it was part of the test, to cook soup with my mom. So i got started. Chopping vegetables and everything, while talking to my mom.

We finished the soup and sat down to eat it.

She chatted with me, asked me about how I'm feeling, how's school. I told her it's fine. But then she asked me why I'm lying.

The dream ended there. I don't describe it as a nightmare ((I'm normally never scared of my dreams.)) but this one made me feel absolutely pathetic.

14.)

Either white hot chocolate or Black tea with honey and milk.

Can't decide XD

15.) Not album, but band. Ghost bear is a band that i found on SoundCloud, hell not even that. I liked one of their songs ("The Steven Bradley") , but didn't bother looking them up. But then i discovered a second song of theirs on YouTube as an animation (Necromancin dancin). And i loved it to bits. Their entire vibe just gets me. I never thought i would get into indie rock as much as i do now. Also i found out that I'm also a metal head ((as long as the voices is still legible))

I'm an absolute fan, and after years of denying i had a favorite band, i can finally say that it's those dudes.

If you have a few minutes, check them out!

16.) I think the most flattering thing is to actively listen to someone, like giving them your full attention and making them realize that what they are saying has meaning to you.

Taking interest in them and let them influence you. That's the best flattery you could possibly do.

17.)

https://www.behance.net/gallery/21889993/Phobia

I have this as my pfp sometimes.

It is sort of looming to me, but also calming.

Either you interpret it that you looking down at the hole you're going to sink in, Drowning in the process...

Or you're swimming up, looking back at all the darkness you leave behind and swimming to the surface to breath.

And as usual, the art is in the eyes of the observer.

18.) I'll assume you mean clothing, and in that case=

Anything gray or black, anything cute, a little bit emo, anything with skulls, trouser wise anything that fits, tshirt that is merch also.

Shoes? Those that don't hurt my feet.

Other than that, i just wear the stuff that doesn't smell, is dirty or has holes.

19.) The concept that you can ((roughly)) align people by what sin they have.

I'm more of a glutton more than anything, either literally, with food, or figuratively, collecting, having to complete any game 100%, needing to know anything about a game to be 100% efficient, when I'm interested in a topic i need to know everything about it immediately.

Needing to know what things either taste, smell or feel like.

((sometimes it's very annoying))

20.) Ouch, i cant even remember. I guess on YouTube, emiru or Jaiden? I dunno.

Welp that was a lot again.

Heh, i dont even know why I'm doing this XD

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

#More stuff about me #Who even reads these #Blep

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imfinereallyy · 2 years ago

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pt. 4

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever)

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always

Father Figures

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

#be safe and kind #welcome to the blog #steddie #stranger things #my blog

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azar-rosethorn · 3 years ago

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Won't You Take Me to, Funkytown

Summary: April never thought in a million years that she'd be outslayed at prom by a freaking turtle, let alone four.

Rated G

Based on this picture by @mandasarts

Ding!

Quickly finishing her braid, April picked up her phone to see that Mikey updated his Snapchat Story.

(Once again, art is not mine. It's by @mandasarts )

April almost flipped her chair back in laughter. The Turtles always said that they would be going with her, but April never thought that they actually meant it!

If this was, like, a few years ago, April would be burning with all sorts of doubts and questions. But, after being a part of the family for so long, there was only one she really cared about being answered:

How were they able to find a dress big enough for Raph?

Knock knock

Well, it looked like April was about to get her answers.

She opened the door and low and behold, there the four reptiles were. All decked out just like in the picture. She was immediately showered with compliments and praises about her own prom outfit.

"Gotta say, April, when you first showed me that dress, I had my doubts," Donnie admitted, "But now, with you actually wearing it, it looks awesome!"

"Oh, this is gonna be so fun!!" Mikey cheered.

"Alright, now that all five of us are here," said Leo, whipping out his sword, "Allow me, the obviously best-looking one here, to escort us!"

"Uh, Leo?" April interrupted, "Weapons aren't exactly allowed at school dances. . ."

"Not even as transportation?"

"No!"

Raph gave Leo an 'I told you so' look and Leo just groaned. "Fine, I'll portal us to the Lair and we can take the Tank."

And that's just what they did, after Splinter bugged the five of them into taking a picture before they left.

Once they entered the gym, Mikey's eyes absolutely lit up. "WOOOO, PROOMM!!!!" he shouted, throwing his arms up.

"Yeah, baby! And, of course, I'm still the best-looking one here!" Leo exclaimed, doing a very graceful dip.

"Huh, I look good in this," Donnie commented, looking at the photo Splinter took.

With all eyes now on them, April and Raph started to giggle uncontrollably.

"And with that, I am off to the dance floor!" Leo declared, rushing into the crowd and out of the others' sight.

"Hey! Wait for meee!!" Mikey called, following his brother.

Donnie had mostly made his way to the sidelines by the food table, chatting with some of April's classmates, leaving Raph and April still standing by the entrance.

"Hey, uh, Raph?" April began.

"Hm?"

"What's up with the dress? I mean, it fits you perfectly, and the dress industry. . . isn't too kind to bigger people."

Raph suddenly burst out laughing. "HA! Oh, April, you don't need to tell me twice! I learned that the hard way. . . ." April raised an eyebrow. "Let's just say that I have made an enemy out of almost every retail worker in the city."

April could only imagine the amount of gowns he'd ripped up when the boys went shopping for their clothes.

Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me~

Just as she was about to reply, the music started. . .

All of a sudden, Donnie burst through the crowd, almost tripping on his dress. "Oh yes, you all know what happens when an 80s jam plays!"

"Hey, wait for us!" April called, following Donnie to the floor, with Raph just behind.

"Yay! Dancin' time, Baby!" Mikey yelled upon seeing them.

And along with crowding the photobooth, chugging the punch and making fun of each other whenever they tripped on their heel or dress, that's exactly what they did, all night long.

-The End-

#rottmnt fanart #save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #april o'neil #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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celestialcrcwn · 3 years ago

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When's the last time you liked someone who didn't like you back? (Caillen)

Sitting in the opened window, Caillen lit what looked to be a cigarette . It wasn't until after she took her first drawl did she find the words to answer Gretas question. " It was a little before my journey here. Met a woman at a tavern, stunnin' natural beauty. We chatted for a bit before partin' ways. Seen her again in town. Had planned on askin' her to go dancin' with me but before I had the chance, she called me her friend." Can't ask someone out when they refer as their "friend", could you? Not in Caillens mind. " Now that I think about it, kinda good since I'm now here. Leaves me with choices." She smiles at Greta, while a wink follows.

@gretaphasmatosmartin

#{ answered ask || caillen }

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alchemic-elric · 2 years ago

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⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "Firstly, Tringham. Fuck you." He half growls as golden eyes narrow down at the blond before him and his lips drag down into a deep frown when his face sours. "Secondly, I ain't been home fer longer than a month you fuckin' jackass. You want m' out 'ere so you c'n catch up 'er some shit n' the first thing you decide ta do is be a real piece-a-shit. You talkin' 'bout m' growin'? You coulda at least done sum'hin' with yer fuckin' shitty personality in the last fuckin' two years. Asshole."

But still he listens as the other alchemist proceeds to start giving him something to work with other than insults and he can't help but notice the way Russell's skin looks a tad bit ... paler? Naw, he's always been a pale mother fucker, so that's normal - isn't it? There has to be a reason that he wanted him out here other than just playing catch up and if they've been living in Central for the time being then he should know about the reconstruction.

That crazy psycho that was hellbent on destroying Amestris did quite the fuckin' number on the place before they managed to finally get rid of her and send her back to the other side of the gate where it's doubtful that she'll ever figure out how to open it without help ever again.

"Git ta the point." He sounds with golden moons still narrowed down on the younger alchemist. "You inn't come out 'ere when Central's been'a fuckin' mess fer the last month jus' ta play fuckin' catch up. Didja? You ain't gotta be worried 'bout m'shit. You should b' more worried 'bout yerself n' where's yer brother? You inn't jus' leave Flether behind some where like some dumbass, didja?"

His left arm comes down on the table, elbow down as he leans in on his forearm to square up his shoulders and give his posture a little more strength to the way he's carrying himself.

"If you've been in Central fer a hot second then you know ev'ry'hin' out 'ere's fucked. 'm onna fuckin' schedule. So I ain't gotta time ta jus' chat. So stop dancin' 'round the fuckin' subject n' jus' tell m' what's wrong? I ain't stupid, Russell n' besides you look like shit."

A lot had changed in the two years since Russell and Fletcher had seen the Elric brothers disappear down that dark temple stairway to the lost underground city, both with the Tringham brothers and with the country as a whole. As civilians, they weren't privy to the details of what had gone into overthrowing the fuhrer and the government, but even then they could clearly see the push away from a military-led country towards a more democratic nation.

However, this didn't eliminate the need for State Alchemists. Though Russell wasn't quite sure how much their power and status had changed as the government reformed, from what he could tell, their role seemed to have stayed relatively consistent. That was something he would need to find out to move forward with what he intended.

A knot tightened in his stomach every time he thought about it. They would likely still have the same access to research materials they always did, as well as other resources. That was what was important right now, all that really mattered. And all that kept resurfacing in his mind every time his thoughts wandered anywhere near the topic. Or at least what he chose to focus on and not the other implications that came with being involved with the military.

With Fletcher left waiting for him back at the hotel, Russell ordered a cup of coffee and sat down at a corner table to wait for Ed's arrival. He'd made sure he'd had enough money with him this time; the last thing either of them needed was an awkward situation where he couldn't pay, especially when their first meeting in two years would culminate in asking for such a difficult favor.

Though he'd rather not admit it aloud, he'd lost track of the length of time he'd waited for the Elric brothers to resurface that last time, only reluctantly leaving the temple when his brother had coaxed him away. For all he'd known at the time, Ed hadn't been able to come back alive, and it was only recently that he'd heard the Elric brothers were back. News travelled slowly to Xenotime, so it was hard to say when they had returned to Central. In some ways, Russell resented Ed for never bothering to at least write to let him know that he and Al were alright, but he was mostly washed with relief knowing that that wasn't the end after all.

When the bell over the door chimed announcing a customer's arrival, Russell glanced up over the lip of his mug to see none other than the Fullmetal Alchemist walking towards him. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves (which he belatedly hoped Ed hadn't noticed) and set his drink down.

He raised an eyebrow as Ed sat down, surprised to see the uniform, but Ed's greeting still retained the attitude he remembered. But he managed a sarcastic smile when he replied, "Two years is just a bit longer than you cared for? You have a unique way of marking time if that's the case. Or were you just waiting to have grown a little taller before you let me know you were alive?"

Having gotten in one quick jab, he straightened up to face him more seriously. "Fletcher and I are still living in Xenotime, though we've been staying in Central for the past week or so. As I'm sure you know, the libraries here have a lot more research material here than anything we have back home, and we've been trying to broaden our alchemical knowledge.

"So where have you been? How long have you been back? We just started hearing you name mentioned again less than a month ago, and we were already planning on coming out this way, so the timing worked well. I'm glad my letter actually reached you before you and your brother went off on another adventure."

#redwaterruin #v; crisis and creed #v; 2003 #tw; excessive swearing #tw; long post

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miracleonice87 · 4 years ago

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For the evermore prompt list can you do number seven with nathan mackinnon, please 💞💞💞💞

from the evermore prompt list

“And you asked me to dance / But I said, ‘Dancin' is a dangerous game’” - cowboy like me

When you’d pictured yourself at Sidney’s wedding, you always imagined you’d be happily tucked under Nate’s arm, celebrating right along with the bridal party as his date, dreaming of the day when the two of you would be at the center of such excitement.

And why wouldn’t you picture it that way? Years ago, you and Nate had met in California where you grew up and where he trained, and you’d started dating shortly before he got drafted. You’d been together ever since.

That is, until about six months ago.

So now, here you were, dateless, in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, wearing a pretty pink dress, watching the happy couple while desperately trying to remind yourself to just keep breathing. No matter how much it ached.

Every summer since Nate entered the league, you and Sid’s girlfriend — later fiancée, and now wife — had spent the long, hot days together in Cole Harbour, bouncing between the boys’ houses when the two of you weren’t traveling for your own respective careers. You cherished the years’ worth of memories you’d made painting the town red with her, shopping and swimming to your hearts’ delight while the boys trained during the day, then getting ready and heading out for date night, all four together more often than each couple separately.

Every summer for the past six was spent in much the same way.

Every summer but this one.

After you broke up with Nate and left Denver, both Sid and his fiancée had called you individually, assuring that the change in your relationship status should not keep you from celebrating their wedding. Of course, being the angels they were, they both repeated over and over that they also completely understood if it was something you felt unprepared to do. But in their voices, you heard the deep sincerity as they each told you what it would mean to them if you did choose to come.

They had both done so much for you, acting as the older siblings you never had, both while you were with Nate and ever since. You eventually came to the conclusion that you couldn’t not go, despite the anxiety that riddled you for weeks leading up to this date.

Despite Nate being Sid’s best man.

Despite the agony you felt as you maneuvered the ceremony, cocktail hour, and reception alone.

Despite the entire ordeal looking nothing like you thought it would.

You were happy to have been seated with the Penguins contingent, though you didn’t know most of them all that well. But, they provided a welcome distraction, one that you were grateful for. Sid’s teammates and their significant others were warm and welcoming and, though they well knew your connection to Nate, didn’t try to pry. Of anyone, they understood the delicate balance, and the oft inevitable failure, of relationships involving hockey players.

So, they all simply chatted and laughed and shared stories of Sid and his now-wife and their adventures with the team through the years — European vacations and charity events and Stanley Cup celebrations. Instead of sharing similar memories of your own, vignettes left behind in your former life, you were content to listen politely and laugh along as you sipped at your chardonnay, all the while fully cognizant of Nate’s eyes practically burning a hole through the side of your face from the head table.

His gaze had hardly left you all day, and you kept pouring drinks down your own throat in an attempt to distract yourself from the sadness in his stare.

But the only thing that that had really done successfully was make your head fuzzy.

After the meal, the DJ asked if the best man and maid of honor would make their way to the microphone for their speeches.

At that moment, you noticed several sets of eyes flash your way from around the table, a few concerned, but most just sympathetic. You offered a small smile — really all the more you could muster — and reached for your glass, breathing a sigh of relief that you had just requested a fresh refill. As you brought it to your lips hastily, Kelsey Rust, whose husband Bryan was also one of Sid’s groomsmen, squeezed your knee reassuringly from the seat beside yours. Though you weren’t close with her, you instinctively held onto her hand to ground yourself, and she gave you a kind, understanding nod.

From all the way across the dancefloor, Nate noticed the desperate way you reached for Kelsey, and his throat tightened. He longed for the time in the not so distant past, when he was the one you reached for. The one you leaned on. The one you turned to instinctively, without giving it another thought.

As he stepped to the mic, he tried his damnedest to push those thoughts aside and focus on giving Sid and his bride the tribute they both deserved.

It had taken him weeks to write this damn speech. For all the memories he wanted to share with the guests about Sid and his fiancée, there were still dozens more that he wanted to speak to, but they were tinged with you. He couldn’t possibly get up in front of Sid’s and his fiancée’s families and friends and wax poetic about the ex-girlfriend who they all knew had left him behind after he’d pushed her away.

So, instead, he started with a simple introduction and the expected niceties about the couple and the evening, followed up with a few funny stories about his own relationship with Sid — their competitiveness and their parallel paths — before wrapping it up with what he hoped would be the bow on top.

“I’ve learned a lot from Sid,” Nate spoke. “More than I’ve probably admitted to him. Not just hockey stuff — everybody knows I grew up obsessively watching him play and copying his every move. I mean, hell, I even went to Shattuck just because he did, for Christ’s sake.”

At his dry delivery, the crowd laughed, especially Sid, whose eyes crinkled at the corners as he lit up the room with his grin. Then, Nate cleared his throat and continued as the room quieted. Try as you might, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him through the entirety of the speech, even when it wrecked you.

“But, uh, no, Sid’s taught me so much,” he said. “About life, and about love. About how to treat the people around you. About never taking anything for granted because you never know when something is going to end.”

With that, you knew Nate was looking at you once again, and your soul ached with regret. You couldn’t bear to look at him again, instead sitting motionless in your chair, barely even breathing. If you could have slipped under the table and out the door without being noticed, you would have, but leaving now would only draw attention to you, and you couldn’t do that to Sid and his wife. So, you sat there in it, praying for Nate’s speech to end soon.

And then, it must have, because people around you were suddenly raising their champagne flutes and clapping as Sid and his bride embraced Nate in the front of the room.

You took that opportunity, with everyone focused on the joy of the moment, to make your escape, sending Kelsey an apologetic glance which she acknowledged with a whispered, “it’s okay.” You didn’t allow yourself to look at the other faces at the table, Kris’s and Catherine’s and Jake’s and Natalie’s and Brian’s and Kayla’s and more. But you knew that they were offering caring looks — you could feel it. You just... you couldn’t handle it right now. Couldn’t handle any of it.

So, you left the grand ballroom of the elegant lodge and found yourself pushing open the nearest doorway, one that led to a balcony overlooking the golf course. The rolling hills and the sweeping fairways, now overtaken by nightfall, allowed you the space and silence you needed to collect your thoughts.

But before you could begin that futile process, you heard a familiar voice behind you — the most familiar one.

“It was you, you know.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. It had been months since you’d heard him speak without the inhibitions of cell phones and hundreds of miles.

Slowly, you turned to face him, your back pressed against the cool, cement railing behind you as you tried to put as much distance between your bodies as possible, for fear that getting too close might just obliterate any semblance of the strength you’d been trying to hold onto all day.

“What was me?” you asked coolly, feigning composure when in reality, the way he looked in the smart grey suit he wore made you dizzy — well, that, combined with your generous consumption of alcohol throughout the day.

Nate noted your hesitance to come close to him, so he left several yards between him and you as he walked forward and leaned his elbows on the railing. He cleared his throat.

“It was you I was talking about when I said Sid taught me never to take anything for granted. People probably thought I was just talking about hockey, maybe. But I wasn’t,” he spoke, and you felt your hands start to tremble. Nate sighed, standing up straight, and looked you square in the eye for the first time since that day when you kissed him goodbye in his living room in Denver. “I took you for granted,” he continued, his voice strained. “I know I did. I just... I never thought you would actually leave. Looking back I realize how stupid that was. You had every right to go.”

You felt a drop of water on your chest and realized that at some point you must have started crying. You dabbed at your skin, trying to dry the tears, but a sob bubbled through your lips as you admitted, “Well, I’ve been fucking miserable ever since.”

Nate blinked, taken aback.

“Have you really?” he asked softly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, still trying to control your crying.

“Yes, Nate,” you confirmed. “I know I was the one who left in the end. But that didn’t mean I wanted to. Leaving was the exact opposite of what I wanted.”

Nate ran a hand through his hair and gave it a tug, pacing around the balcony.

“It was the exact opposite of what I wanted,” Nate concurred. “But I know I pushed you to it.”

You gave a half-shrug, preparing to reply.

But just then, you heard the strains of a song you knew well flood the ballroom, spilling out the doors to the balcony.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Sid and his fiancée chose “In Case You Didn’t Know” as their first dance song. But damn it if you hadn’t all four gone to Brett Young’s concert together a few summers back, when you danced with Nate in your suite to this very song, knowing full well how cheesy it was and not caring a bit.

You knew Nate’s mind had gone back to that night, too, as he stopped in his tracks and looked at you wide-eyed. Neither of you said a word for a few lines of the song.

Finally, Nate stretched out a hand.

“Dance with me?” he requested.

You cocked your head at him, though your feet were already moving toward him, betraying your display of faux indecision.

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” you warned.

Nate gave a sad smile.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t—“

You answered him by snaking one arm around his waist, grasping one of his hands in yours, and resting your head against the lapel of his jacket. It was quick and abrupt and it shouldn’t have felt so goddamn right but it did and you felt whole again, if only for this moment.

You felt Nate tentatively wrap his other arm around you, pulling you in close, his lips resting fixed atop your hairline. Both of you hardly moved your feet as the song played on, content and heartbroken all at once to be intertwined together like this again.

“Maybe you did push me,” you suddenly thought aloud. Nate glanced down at you as you pulled your head from his chest to look up at him. “But maybe I didn’t have to leave. Maybe I should’ve just stayed. Maybe we could’ve worked harder on us.”

Nate’s lips parted in surprise, and you thought he may speak up, but he didn’t, so you pressed on.

“Or maybe that’s just the emotions of the wedding talking,” you suggested, leaning further into him — deeper, deeper, as close as you could get. You’d so missed the way he stood so tall above you — this gentle giant of a man constantly making you feel safe, protected, unafraid, by just his form alone, not even to mention his steadfast nature.

“Is it?” Nate inquired somberly, his hand rising up from your hip to brush your cheek before winding its way into the thick hair behind your ear.

You swallowed, lost again in his gleaming blue eyes — blue like his backyard pool that he used to throw you into mercilessly with a belly laugh, blue like the ocean you walked along together on nights both here and in California, blue like the only hue that came to mind when someone asked your favorite color.

“No,” you whispered, and instead of wanting to take it back in the next instant like you feared you might, you wanted to repeat it again and again and again. Scream it from this balcony overlooking his hometown and from the dock behind his house and from center ice at Ball Arena.

No, Nathan. No, it’s not just because of the wedding. No, it’s not just from the alcohol. No, it’s not temporary or fake or fleeting.

“You mean it?” Nate whispered back pleadingly.

You nodded furiously, your chest flush against his as your fingers gripped the dress shirt beneath his jacket.

“I mean it,” you replied. “I miss you. I need you.”

A gleeful, tearful, incredulous chuckle escaped Nate, and he cupped your cheeks in his large hands, bringing his face nearer to yours.

“I miss you so much,” he breathed before his lips found yours. “I never stopped needing you.”

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tommodirection · 4 years ago

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Galway Girl

Louis Tomlinson x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, fiddles, smoking, drinking, wasn’t proofread, written in thirty minutes

A/N: Heylo! This is my first fic for One Direction, so please don’t be mean! This is based off of the song Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran, and for the purpose of this fic, the some writers have been changed! Thank you, and have a nice day!

—

“Mate, listen, I know you’re gunna love it!” Niall assured Louis, gently hitting his shoulder.

Louis sighed, shaking his head, “Niall, I really don’t feel like going out,” he argued, and Niall shook his head.

“This is the one time we get to spend together, in years, and you want to sit around all day? This is Ireland! The best country in the world!” Niall threw his hands up in the air as Louis cringed.

“It is definitely not the best country in the world,” Louis grumbled.

Niall seemed to ignore him, and continued talking. “They have the best beer at this place I wanna go to, it’s just down the street! Karaoke is open too!”

Louis stared at Niall, “You really expect me to sing karaoke?”

Niall shrugged, “I don’t know, if not, there’s a buncha games and there’s an amazing band there, some of the best Irish jig music I’ve ever heard,” he reached his hand out to Louis.

Louis stared at his hand for a moment. He glanced up at the hopeful Niall, and sighed. “Fine,” he grabbed Niall’s hand and he pulled him up.

“This is gunna be great!”

—

You laughed as one of your band mates made a joke regarding the upcoming show. You were going over your notes again, nervous despite having played this hundreds of times.

You grabbed your bow and fiddle, and began playing as the band continued to joke. You moved gracefully, as you did every time you played. Your normal show would normally contain mostly slow songs, so your fiddle sounded more like a violin, but tonight, it was all upbeat.

Word had gotten round that Niall Horan was coming to the pub tonight. Another thing adding to your nerves. All of you wanted to impress him, which is why you were surprised the others weren’t practicing.

“Ey! Y/N! What are ya doing that for?” Fiona, the lead singer, called out to you. “You’re the best fiddler I know, you don’t ‘ave to worry bout it!” She complimented and you set your fiddle down, wiping your hands on your thighs.

“I’m just a little nervous,” you admitted and she shook her head.

“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried bout, love,” Fiona was a bit intimidating. Her accent was the thickest in the bands. You had only recently moved to Ireland a few years ago, you’d barely developed an accent, although you had certainly developed a taste for Guinness.

“Yeah, I guess I just need something to drink,” you paused. “Jamie, will you get me something to drink?” You asked your brother, and he nodded, setting down his guitar.

While you had joined the band, he continued on as a solo act. He was playing after you guys were finished, and you had invited him to join you before the show.

He left the room, leaving you and your band alone. Nancy and Eli began a quiet conversation, leaving you and Fiona.

“Are ya nervous cause of the famous singer comin’ down tonight?” She asked, sitting down across from you.

You nodded, brushing hair out of your face. You were only a little older than Niall, about a year. You were a fan of One Direction from the start. Despite living in Ireland when the band was formed, your favorite wasn’t Niall. It was Louis.

You had been infatuated with his accent, his humor making you fall even deeper. He has a certain air to him, and seeing him become more and more exhausted over the years hurt you. He wasn’t as flamboyant as he used to be, you had a feeling Simon Cowell had something to do with it.

“Well,” Fiona interrupted your thoughts, “I ‘eard that he’s bringin’ a mate with ‘im,” you squinted at her, trying to figure out where she was going with it. “Look at it this way. “E’ll be chatting’ it up with ‘is mate, ‘e won’t even be listenin’,” she finished, leaning back in her chair.

Your brother walked in seconds later, handing you your pint. Maybe Fiona was right. Sure, a part of you didn’t want her to be right, but it did calm your nerves a little.

You took a big swing out of your pint, swallowing it down in seconds.

Fiona stood and made her way across the room, peeking behind the makeshift curtain. Her eyes locked on something, and she quickly turned to the rest of you, giving a thumbs up. Showtime.

You gave your brother a quick hug, and grabbed your fiddle, making your way onstage with the others. Nancy counted you into, and you began to play.

Typically when you were playing, you’d go into a trace, focusing on your music, and nothing else. It was your zone. It made it seem as there was no one else in the room.

You finished the first set of two, and gave a content chuckle, looking at Fiona do a mocking catwalk up and down the stage.

You glanced around the crowd, trying to see if you could get a glimpse of the brunette singer, but it was hard to seem with the lights in your face.

Not even considering the front row, you began smiling at each person who was sitting there, and as Fiona talked, you sat on the edge of the small stage, waving at some people in the audience. Your eyes scammed over the audience again, and this time, your heart stopped.

Niall Horan was clapping, smiling as Fiona told the crowds some jokes. That wasn’t the most shocking part though.

Fucking Louis Tomlinson was sat behind him.

You get your cheeks heat up, your heart racing. There was no fucking way.

Yet there he was, a small smile settled on his lips as he watched the stage. His eyes ran over each member, before settling on you. You felt your breath hitch, and you gave a small little wave, although your hand was slightly trembling, so it probably looked pathetic.

It shocked you even more when he waved back, your mouth dropped and you sat for a few more moments, looking directly into his eyes. They were the most delicate shade of blue.

A gentle nudge to your side threw your out of your trance. You broke eye contact with Louis and looked up quickly. Fiona was looking down at you, a small smirk on her face.

“‘Ow bout we finish up now, yeah?” She teased and you stood up abruptly, racing over to pick up your fiddle.

This was the song you were most nervous about.

After catching wind that Niall was going to be here, your band decided to play a One Direction song. The only song that could easily fit a fiddle in it, was Act My Age, one you knew to be one of Niall’s favorites.

Within the first few seconds of the song, you saw Niall’s face light up.

Your first solo came up, the classic Irish jig, and Niall stood up, and began doing his dance. He motioned for Louis to join him.

Louis was laughing his ass off, holding a hand to his stomach. He continuously shook his head, until Niall hauled him to his feet.

He kept laughing and you found it hard to focus, being able to hear his laugh despite the adrenaline pulsing through your ears.

On your second to last solo, Louis finally caved, and he and Niall both were dancing, Louis’s moves a bit clumsy. Niall was nailing it though, although you had assumed he had a lot of practice, and Louis had very little.

Soon after the song, your performance ended, earning a standing ovation from the crowd. The band bowed and made their way behind the curtain again.

Fiona turned to the group, squealing and opening her arms for a group hug. You all were squished in and shortly after the hug, the teasing began.

Eli looked you up and down, chucking. “I’m surprised she didn’t drop her panties right then and there,” he poked your side and you gasped.

“Eli!” You scolded and he shrugged.

“‘E has a point, love. I coulda sworn ya were gunna mess up yer solo when you were watchin’ the other one dancin’,” she chided and you groaned, throwing your head in your hands.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you stood, grabbing an empty glass, “I’m gunna go get a drink.” You swiftly exited the room, not wanting any more embarrassment.

You stood at the bar, placing the empty pint down. You flagged down the bartender and asked for another, and you felt someone slide in next to you.

“Put it on our tab,” he told the bartender, and he nodded, quickly going to fix another drink.

You turned to the stranger who had just bought your drink, and your knees almost gave out.

“I-I, uhm, Louis, hi!” You exclaimed, sticking your hand out. He took it and gave it a little squeeze.

“You put on quite an amazing show, loved every second of it,” he smiled at you, a genuine smile.

You glanced down at your feet, and looked back into his eyes quickly. They were admiring your face, and you felt yourself blush under his gaze.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” you gave him a bashful smile and drummed your fingers on the table. “What was your favorite song?” These were typical questions you’d ask a normal person after your show, but Louis was far from normal.

He paused to think, tapping his finger against his chin, “I really loved Act My Age, but I did love the original song,” he squinted, trying to remember , “I think it said something like, ‘I wanna be mature, I wanna grow some more’ or something like that?” He suggested and your heart fluttered.

“Yeah, that’s one that I wrote a while ago called ‘Mature’. Fiona really loves it, and it’s one of my favorite songs to perform,” you admitted shyly, and he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s always nice to perform something you wrote, gives you a sense of pride, I guess,” he agreed and you nodded.

You heard a song come on over the jukebox. And your eyes lit up. (Yes, a jukebox. They’d play that music in between shows so they’d last all night). “I love this song!” You laughed and began humming along.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before,” you watched him try and rack his brain.

“It’s an old Gaelic song, one my mum used to sing to me,” you commented and continued humming.

“This might sound like an odd suggestion, but do you maybe wanna play some games?”

And that’s how you ended up where you were. You had just beaten him at darts, you weren’t at all surprised.

He got to choose the next game to play, and he chose pool, a game you had gotten pretty good at over the years. You decided not to say anything, and let the game play out.

That game ended pretty quickly, the same result as the last one.

“Damn,” Louis chuckled, and put his pool stick back in its holder. “You’re pretty good at these games.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, “Well when you play here every weekend, you learn the bar pretty well. And getting to know the bar, means getting to know the games.

He laughed lightly, pulling a box out of his pocket, “I’ve got to go take a smoke quick, you wanna come?” He offered, and you happily obliged, following him out of the bar, your brother’s music playing lightly in the background.

You both stepped out into the crisp night air, inhaling at the breath of fresh air. Louis pulled a lighter out of his pocket, lighting his cigarette and pulling it to his lips, taking a long drag from it.

As he breathed out, it vaporized into the air, the scent already sticking to your clothing.

He offered you the cigarette, and you took a small drag, holding back a cough as you let it out. You only smoked when you were stressed, a habit you’d been trying to break, but you figured you could make an exception for Louis Tomlinson.

After he had finished his cigarette, he allowed you to crush it, putting it out on the sidewalk. You both eyed the door, before looking back at each other.

“I don’t really wanna go back in,” you hinted. And he nodded.

“Me neither.”

“Will Niall notice you’re gone?” You asked, wanting to get away from here with him.

Louis chuckled lowly, “No, he’ll be preoccupied with that little blonde friend of yours.”

You knew Fiona was going home with someone tonight, it wasn’t surprising.

“My place is just down the road. If you wanna head there,” you nodded your head down the road towards your flat.

Louis grinned, “You lead the way, love.”

You grabbed his hand and began running down the street, passing though little crowds and trying to not fall on the road.

You stopped outside of your place, and turned to face Louis, only seeing he was inches away from your face.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, leaning down to connect your lips.

It was soft, sensual, sweet, it tasted a little smoky, but you didn’t mind. You ran your fingers through each other’s hair, oblivious to the people walking around you. You were in the zone again. No one existed but you two.

You pulled away, and bit your lip, Louis pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping you up in a hug. You sat for a few minutes, swaying under the streetlight.

“I’ve got Doritos upstairs,” you said, and you felt his chest shake with laughter.

“I’m in.”

You led him upstairs, never letting go of his hand. You entered your flat, finally letting go of his hand in order to find the promised Doritos. Your eyes caught the bottle of wine you’d be saving for a special occasion, and brought it out, along with two wine glasses.

You poured two glasses for you and Louis, and took a seat on the couch, legs intertwined.

“So, where are you from?” He asked, shoving a Dorito in his mouth.

“Galway, just moved there a few years ago,” you answered taking a small sip of wine.

“Galway,” he repeated, studying your face again, “My little Galway girl.”

You giggled. “How bout you?” You already knew the answer, but you wanted him to say it.

“Doncaster, born and raised,” he smiled, looking down at his wine. “It’s a beautiful place.”

“I’m sure it is,” you added, and Louis laughed airily.

You spent the next few hours talking about yourselves, talking into the early hours of the morning, both finally passing out, however, before you passed out, you had heard Louis mumble something to you.

“I’m gonna write a song about you, my little Galway girl and a perfect night,” he said, his voice slurring from exhaustion.

“Whatever you say,” you whispered, passing out moments later. The next morning you woke up alone, and all that was there was an apology note.

You didn’t believe what he had said about the song, until about a year later.

You were driving on your way to another gig, a solo one this time. You had turned up the radio. Almost crashing when you heard the opening chorus of the song.

“She played the fiddle in an Irish band,

But she fell in love with an English man,

Kissed her on the neck and

Said “baby I just wanna dance.”

It had to be coincidence, but as you continued listening, you knew that Louis was telling the truth that night. He had kept his word. You quickly jotted down the name of the song and the artist who sang it, Ed Sheeran. You were quite familiar with his work, and knew he didn’t normally write upbeat songs.

When you reached your gig, you quickly Googled who had written the song, and right at the top of the results, was Louis’s name.

—

When you arrived home that night, you decided to DM him. You didn’t expect an answer, but it was worth a try.

y/n:l/n - You really fucking did it, Doncaster.

You got a reply seconds later.

louist91 - what can I say, Galway girl? I keep my word

Tagging @everything-is-alrightt bc I asked her on anon if she wanted to be tagged and she said yes... so... 😂

#one direction x reader #one direction #louis tomilson #louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson #louis tommo #tommo way #galway girl #louis tomlinson fanfiction #boo bear #kenna

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putseraphinaonthaphone · 4 years ago

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Group Chat Pt. III

The way you move it's like you could use a vacation

Drinking Hen' and the harder you dance

Dancin', dancin' dancin' like you fucking got a reason

Dancing like it's something to believe in

Dancing like it's fuckin' dancing season

Blame it on the alcohol or blame it on sativa

The harder your heart keep beating

Only feel bad while you're thinkin'

Go go, let me see how wild it get

Bustin' wide as it get

You need to be taken care of and pampered

But just like a pamper, he on that childish shit

I know you've been silencing your phone

(Silencing your phone, ignoring calls from home)

I know you've been going through some thangs, wanna get away

Baby let me be your vacation

I know you've been going through some things you can't explain

Which your may think that shit insane

I know you don't even love the same, do you, do you?

(Don't love the same, I know you've been diving through pain

I know you runnin' so crazy, I know you runnin' on empty

That shit can fuck with your mente

I know this shit, don't you tempt me, I know you)

Dabi and Shoto were on you as soon as Shinsou's hands warm hands left your skin. Shoto's hands were the complete opposite, always cold enough to make you shiver when he touched you. Dabi's hands were hot enough to feel like he was branding your skin with his handprints.

These two..

Shoto would smoke with you for hours while showing you all the songs he loved to play on his guitar. His voice was husky and bitter and raw with underlying anger. After he sang a song you couldn't hear it without getting wet.

Sometimes Dabi would actually pick up the black bass he played with ease when the three of you hung out (something that happened more often than not now that they lived together. LuckilyUnfortunately, that meant sometimes you walked in on one of them sleeping half naked in the bed they shared. They had separate rooms in the house, but only one would have slept in sheets at a time. It made your face heat, and made your thighs clench, wondering who topped. Who took it deep inside them. If they switched, like you dearly, dearly hoped. You thought about it obsessively no matter how much you tried not to think about it). Even though he too, like Bakugou, was always angry and it showed in every time he slapped the strings with his large strong hands.

He didn't sing really. When he was tired he just growled the melodies, and when he was drunk he started screaming. When he and Shoto actually had a gig he would mostly groan the back up lyrics like he was personally fucking everyone in the cramped audience and his lips were right at their ear.

The three of you had similar wounds even if you weren't physically scarred. Dabi had told Shoto about your comment by the time you met, so it was easy to let yourself indulge in venting about the bitter rage and deep seated grief of hating the father you love. It was a vice like any other, but one that usually stayed between the five of you. How your parents and adults, society in general had failed you was a frequent theme among the reasons you all smoked yourselves into oblivion.

So when they finally had you beneath them, naked, leaking, and already so fucked out- they couldn't resist the opportunity to use you like they'd always dreamed.

Shoto guided your already open mouth to his cock and told you lowly, "Open up, pretty slut. Try to keep breathing." The fucking your throat took was deep and slow, but his size still made your jaw ache and you knew your voice would be fucked tomorrow. You gagged and choked and every time you thought about tapping out.. you didn't. Why did you love the way he called you a good girl after you choked or cried?

Dabi let you two enjoy yourselves, because after all of Shoto's fucking teasing he wanted to cum. Now.

He rolled the condom on with a hiss as he tried not to cum from the stimulation, gritting out, "We're all getting fucking tested. I want to fuck my cum into her raw."

His dark chuckle made your face even redder as you choked around Shoto's length, because you were sure he'd seen what you'd felt. Your pussy clenching hungrily from his words.

"Don't worry baby, I got some dick for your greedy little cunt." He patted your tummy condescendingly as he slammed into you to the hilt, his aching balls pressed against you ass as he resisted cumming. He finally got you under him. Got your tight fucking cunt wrapped around his dick. He was not going to blow his load just from entering you.

This was the only reason you got a chance to catch your breath, and get used to the size of the cock opening you up deeper than even Bakugou had. You thought you'd seen a flash of metal at his tip, and now you felt that exact piercing crammed against your cervix ruthlessly.

Shoto couldn't resist when you started crying from how big Dabi was. He was cradling your head and cumming down your throat with a groan, knowing with the way you were looking so fucking ruined he'd be hard again in no time.

Then came the challenge of swallowing Shoto's load as he called you his pretty little slut and told you to drink all your milk like a good girl.. WHILE Dabi started to fuck you. Hard, deep, and sloppy. Calling you a dirty fucking whore, and asking if you knew that you'd be taking his cock in your guts whenever he needed from now on.

You failed. Shoto's cum spilled out too fast for you to swallow it all, so you choked and it spilled down your chin and onto your chest. But you tried to drink as much as you could.

Dabi's thrusts only got more and more vicious as he got close to cumming, and you were sure your cervix would be bruised after this, Your thigh were spread by his hips as he rutted into you without a care for your comfort. Little praises slipped in between his cruel taunts, so fucking perfect for me, and you're mine now with this beautiful little cunt just begging for my dick.

All the while you heard the low rumble of Bakugou and Shinsou talking about round three mixing with the music. You were drowing in the sensations, the sounds, the smell of Shotos musk and cum.

You never wanted this night to end.

#shoto x reader #dabi x reader #bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #tw dubcon #tw dark content #tw: dubcon #tw: pseudoincest #tw: recreational drug use #tw: degradation #tw: kink

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slater-later · 4 years ago

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Wet Dreams

Clarence (True Romance) x Elvis Presley Smut

Hi Guys,

This is: 18+ with some heavy smut

This is a bit of a rough fic, so please feel free to skip to wherever you want to go! I’m rusty.

____

Clarence has the hots for the King of Rock N’ Roll and his naughty brain has a few ideas of his own.

(Note: O’Connors is a fictional horse racing bar in downtown Detroit. You can get bar grub, place bets, and get shit-faced. It’s an Irish pub from an earlier True Romance fic.)

Maybe it was the couple of beers Clarence had drunk or the couple of hours he had spent, laying down on his couch, sifting through old comic books. At least, that’s how it started. The warmth of beer, and the quiet peace of a lazy Sunday afternoon, had him craving for more refined tastes.

He sifted through his collection of gay porn magazines. They were up on the shelf with his collection of comics. Once he found a good one, he plopped back down. Yanking his jeans down and freeing his hardening cock.

He sifted through the pages and pages of men, hunky and muscular, pushing the other over. They were desperate to shed every inch of clothing they had off of their bodies. Trying to get a taste of each other, from all ends.

His favorites were the gritty pictures of them fucking, desperate and needy, and reveling in the pleasure of each other. Doesn’t every man love an attentive lover, with his between your thighs, doing the good lord's work..?

There was that, and the photographs of big, ready holes. Ready and primed to be consumed by an awaiting partner. Back arched, posed on all fours, head turned and starving for a kiss. Clarence would be hard-pressed to admit it, but in the heat of the moment, he’d love being the one to fuck the shit out of it. He wished it, huffing as he beat his meat to the um-fteen time. It was his favorite pose. He liked to think about how his dick would feel, being wrapped around and being consumed by such sweet heat. He’d sputter a line of curses as he topped him, working slow and reaching over the others' body as he topped him.

Yearning for the intimacy of the love he really wanted. And the sin, to the hell to sin, and to the Hell of pleasure.

Perfume always smells sweet, but musk is intoxicating.

Now, he always had a thing for chicks. He loved a good broad with big tits, a fat ass, a lady who knew her shit. But, sometimes, well! It wouldn’t quite do it for him. He had a scratch, he needed to itch and had a longing for different kinds of pleasure.

He had a favorite one in mind. A face of a man that would bubble in his mind and follow him in his dreams. Quick to come, fast to linger, and he was always, begging, for more.

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Clarence had learned at an early age he was bisexual. It was something he enjoyed exploring, particularly at nightclubs. There, there was no need for words. No explanation was needed or needed to define who he was. He was himself. A person amongst the sea of people and living in the moment.

When he felt bold, he would tap a man on the shoulder and ask him to dance. Lean over to his ear and flash him a compliment before he solicited his offer.

It was easier the drunker he got. That’s how it started, at first. It took him some time to adjust. To build up the nerve to ask with only a few beers in him. Lightly buzzing and clear of mind to not get himself in too much trouble and thick in the good stuff.

It wasn’t an every-weekend kind of thing. He wasn’t one to fancy the nightclubs in Detroit. But once in a while, in a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, he was needy. He was sick of tending to himself.

So far, he hadn’t had that much luck. Spending nights at O’Connor’s with a beer in hand, chatting up lads in the corner booth, and whispering naughty words into his ear hadn’t worked out too well. They kept on taking his flirting as passing play. He was fun for now, but in the moment, they were reluctant to go home with him.

The comic book store wasn’t much better. He had to be sleuthy.

You only live once! And experiences had to be had. It was part of growing up, ya know?

And, anyway, if he scored out and got a guy to dance with him, he was thrilled! He liked the electric play of bodies as they dance, grazing as they turned to the thrum of the speakers. In a way, it crashed out the world around them. And somehow, he would find himself, engulfed by the lips of his dance partner. His hand in their hand, as they pulled each other close. Aching for more…

The silence in his apartment felt loud once they left. The sound of life turned up when you get so close to having something you want.

And it walks right out the door.

As many smokes he would have that morning, it wouldn’t rub away the frustration with his morning cereal. Forking it into his mouth and he rewound the tapes and wondered, what went wrong? Why can’t he, find someone, and keep them?

****

But one of the constants in Clarence’s life was his love for Elvis. Infatuation, really. He adored the man and his music, he did make really great music. He loved the flashy outfits and the jirraiting hips.

The music wasn’t what got him, but Elvis’s quiet, gentlemanly demeanor. Clarence wished he could step too with Elvis himself, grinning ear to ear, as they sang. Maybe even be dipped, as the King drawled, to the gentle ballad of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” as the church bells rang.

Elvis was a man of music, of class, of romance, and of utmost respect. A sweet gentleman like that, deserves to be treasured, am I right?

*** Dream World Clarence ****

He stepped foggily forward, his body carrying amidst the dim lighting and sea of liquid bodies. Dancing with the poll, sliding themselves against the cold hard metal as they slowly stripped off the last bits of their remaining clothing, to the delight of the entranced crowd. It was a sea of people, sitting around small tables while they sipped their drinks, eyes locked on the beauty as they spun around, locked into the music and swinging their beautiful jewels into the air.

It was finely dirty but a respectable joint. The one that is kinda seedy but with enough self-respect and decently to know what they gotta do, do it well, and not give many shits about the rest. If it ain’t broke, why fix it? The room was packed.

Clarence's feet carried him towards the back, eyes scanning the room as if it eats the room. To know every inch around him, as if, to ground the world around him before it fell apart.

A drunk fella bumped by him, Western boots clacking as he caught himself from having a tumble. He straightened himself up, fixing his white cowboy hat back into place with a face, quickly wiping off something funny on his thick mustache. Clarence caught a good look at him, as the man stepped away, locking eyes with for a moment, as he sucked the residue off his fingers. A turquoise bolo tie hanging around his neck.

Clarence guided himself to the restroom, a few men stepping from the bathroom together looking flushed. He was in a haze, a fog, where he left to the devices of his own body. Carrying him where it pleased, where his subconscious, desired.

He pressed his hand against the door and it swung open- revealing a line of urinals and a few stalls. A tall, tan man was relieving himself. Dressed in black, with his medium-length hair pushed back with what had to of been a hand full palm of product.

He stepped over to the urinal, a stall between them, and popped open his pants. Pulling down his underwear to expose himself, and began relieving himself into the urinal.

The other man began humming a soft tune, tapping his foot as he glanced off his shoulder, catching a look at our friend Clarence. And liked what he saw…

His plump, pouty lips softly coed~

“~I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you”

Clarence’s head spun so fast at the man that it could have fallen right off. Those words- that drawling tone- were unmistakable to his ears. A cocky smirk lit up his face, as he zipped himself back up. Turning and following the man as they both went to the sink.

Elvis smiled, grabbing some soap and washing off his hands, smiling as he softly sang.

“~I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~”

“Presley-?” The lips hung off his lips in a whisper, his eyes locked with the man as Clarence rinsed off his hands. Watching the other dry off, whipping a hand through his hair and popped his raised collar.

“I'm gonna inject your soul~With some sweet rock 'n' roll~

Presley stepped closer to him, still holding that wicked smirk on the man as they faced each other.

Clarence’s voice joined his, watching as Presley ran a finger along the edge of his coat’s zipper. Pulling it softly open, Presley’s eyes on his finger as he inspected him. Eyes slipping to the golden shades tucked into the hem of his white undershirt. His pink Hawaiian shirt open, as his hand slipped up underneath it. Fingertips brushing against his skin, Clarence’s skin shivering in delight. Stepping closer, into his touch. As the hand slipped higher, and around his hips, Clarence was pulled close.

Clarence’s head felt loose, drawn by the love he had fawned over for years. He didn’t want to let this go- to let this opportunity slip through his hands.

He grabbed Elvis’s jaw and pressed a hot kiss to Elvis’s lips. His hips were pulled hard against him, as they locked with smiles on their face.

Their words joined with a booming backup band as they sang, the fingers of a devil dancin’ away. “I'm a cement mixer~ A churning urn of burning funk~!”

“I'm a cement mixer~A churning urn of burning funk~ I'm a demolition derby~ A hefty hunk, steaming junk”

Clarence laughed into Elvis’s mouth, and they began to dance. Hips swaying as their fingers locked, shoes tapping to the drum of a blues guitar and thump of a steady drum. Elvis plucked Clarence’s gold sunglasses from his shirt, slipping them over his eyes.

“I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~ I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~ I'm gonna inject your soul~ With some sweet rock 'n' roll~ And shoot you full of rhythm and blues,” Clarence laughed as he twisted around, being spun into the air before being yanked into the arms of Elvis. Hips locked as they swayed and grounded, voices ringing out!

“I'm a napalm bomb~ Guaranteed to blow your mind~ I'm a napalm bomb~ Guaranteed to blow your mind~! If I can't have your love now baby~ There won't be nothing left behind~!”

Clarence twisted around to face Presley, hooking his arm around his neck and bringing him down to kiss him.

The two quickly unfurled into a mess, Clarence being scooped up and thrown against the sink counter as the other pushed off Elvis’s white suit jacket as their lips crashed. Wiggling off Clarence’s pants down to his ankles as hot, velvety kisses were pushed to his neck. A hand in the other’s thick black hair as his mouth slipped down to his prize, Clarence’s head spun. Finally having his sweet dreams come true- having dirty and hot sex with the King himself.

He would bottom and desperately hold onto the memory. He didn’t want his dream to end wanting to finish- to feel his soft worn hands against his body- and cursed himself when he awoke. The gay porn mag slipping off his face as he stirred. Eyes foggily flickering as he shifted to grasp himself fully. He slowly stroked his dripping cock, and huffed as he threw his face into the cushion. Shutting his eyes, and trying to conjure up the fever dream.

To lose himself, in his lust.

It would take him long. Quickly cumming with a hard crash, his back arched and knees bent towards himself as he jerked. He came over his chest, splashing a few drops on his face. Slipping his tongue out, and opening his mouth, imagining that it was the others’ sperm as he gulped it down.

Finding himself deeply satisfied, and relieved, in his journey.

Clarence collects magazines with Presley’s centerfolds and interviews. Had a couple of tapes of him and particularly his concert in the ’70s while he was in Hawaii. His father introduced him to Elvis and he’s enjoyed his music ever since.

Totally collects his records. Has them framed up on display in his apartment- an Elvis shrine.

#this is ROUGH and wanted to get it out #smut #please kiddos #dont read this #true romance #smut fan fiction #smut fan fic #tristen writes

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theonetheycallhannah · 5 years ago

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The Treatment of Capt. Syverson- Chapter Three: Therapeutic Activity

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Tensions reach a boiling point during treatment one evening, Shane goes to her own veteran for advice, and takes the first step toward happiness…hoping beyond hope that everything doesn’t blow up in her face.

Masterlist with links to all parts HERE!

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None, yet… ;) But maybe I should be putting language warnings in here…there are some bad words. And not to spoil but…there might be a bit of kissing in this one…

Author’s Note: Guys, I cannot stress to you enough how much I am enjoying telling this story. My goodness. To sort of combine my passions of writing and Henry with something I know so well like therapy (I’m a secretary like Heather, not a therapist), it really just makes me happy. The next chapter is already done, also, it was initially part of this chapter, but it felt too long, so I’ll be posting it separately later. I know, I’m a tease. Have Henry spank me. Lol.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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"This sounds…kinda dumb…" Sy expressed his thoughts on today's warm up with Shane.

"Oh, trust me, it looks even dumber than it sounds. But it works. And it's easier on your knees than doing it the right way. You ready?" he looked at the treadmill, inclined at 3% grade as if it was Everest itself, and looked back at her. "I'll start slow." she raised her eyebrows at him.

"You know just what to say to a girl." he teased as he stepped up, still gingerly, even after eight weeks of therapy. Crutches mercifully jettisoned two weeks ago. He was on his way to being his fighting fit self. With a foot on either track beside the belt, but facing away from the control panel, he waited for her to press start. He took a breath and nodded.

"Test the belt with your bad foot first, and then when you're ready, step down with it. Remember what I've told you about which foot should lead when ascending and descending stairs or hills?"

"Good go to Heaven, Bad go to Hell. So I go up with the good leg and go down with the bad leg."

"A+ student. Okay, when you're ready…any time…Sy, this is an hour session…I have to kick you out in 55 minutes…chop chop." she cajoled him, but he wasn't budging.

"It feels…weird going this way, Shane." If she had been a less kind person, she would have called it whining…she called it nothing, instead.

"I know. Do you need to walk backwards around the clinic a little more to get you used to that sensation?"

"Hell yeah. If that means you're gonna spot me like you did before…felt kinda like dancin'." it was a perfectly legitimate and above-board treatment strategy. They stood back to back, Shane guiding Sy as he practiced walking backward and pushing off with the extensor muscle group, which had been weak. Sy had suggested holding hands, but Shane had compromised with the idea to link arms. Not that she wasn't dying to hold his hand…she was. But that had not been the time. The time was still weeks away. At least.

"I was thinking I'd have you try it with Jordan. He's got a free hour right now. And I can assess your technique. How does that sound, Twinkle Toed Romeo?" Immediately he placed a tentative foot down onto the slow moving belt trying to adjust to the odd sensation of walking up a hill backward.

"Ah, so I now know that all I have to do to get you to do something silly is threaten you with Jordan. Filing that away for a rainy day."

"Come on, you're breakin' my heart, sunshine."

"Aww, don't be ridiculous. I've seen therapists do way more embarrassing things to their patients in the name of treatment."

"Tell me!"

"Sorry, but it's classified information. Protected under the Health Insurance Privacy and Portability Act. I could literally get fired for telling you, and there are way cooler things to get fired for!" She'd always said it. And she meant it. She didn't fool around when it came to HIPPA, and there was no way she was gonna lose her job over a stupid slip like that.

"Any examples of things you'd rather get fired for?"

She thought for a few minutes. She used to have a list.

"Hmm, telling off my bitch of a boss," he looked shocked at her use of a bad language word, which he'd never heard from her. She nodded. "Telling off an asshole patient," sleeping with a patient…

"What about sleeping with a patient?" It was late in the day, the only person still there was Heather in the office, and a few therapists still documenting. Nobody in the gym to hear him echo the thoughts in her head. As if he could read them as clearly as a page in a book. Large print. She looked at him in shock.

"Sorry. That was over the line."

"It was…but…"

"But?"

"But…it would not be the least cool reason to get fired."

"It wouldn't?" she shook her head, reluctantly.

"Especially if the patient was…amazing, and kind, and…fucking gorgeous…"

"Young lady, that language today, I have never!" he exclaimed clutching at his broad and beautiful chest.

"I know, but, Sy…this is all hypothetical, and theoretical, and IF I was GOING to get fired how would I CHOOSE for it to happen and WHAT policy I would go against. People don't just CHOOSE to be fired, you know?" she was nervous and rambling.

"You know what people also don't choose? Who they care about, and have feelin's for. Who they--"

"Don't finish that sentence, Sy." She couldn't hear him say the word he was going to say. She couldn't let him start that. Not when there was too much complicating their situation.

She walked off to her treatment room, needing some space. Some time.

She didn't get that space or time. Sy hobbled in behind her, looking like a man on a mission. And she knew from his war stories that his missions tended to be successful…even the one that got him his walking papers wasn't a total loss.

"Sy, you still had like, five minutes on the tr--"

His big hands found the sweet spot where her neck met her skull. He took a big breath and closed the distance between them, his lips landing light as feathers on hers, her soft skin welcoming the roughness of his beard, though everything else about the kiss was terribly gentle. Almost chaste. Even his beard wasn't so rough that she worried about beard burn…she'd be filing that away for later, as well. Against her willpower and better judgement but in full cooperation with her desires and instincts she began kissing him back, daring to deepen it by opening their mouths a bit, and sliding her hands up the back of his red tee that sported a black skull. All of his shirts were entirely too tight, but you'd never catch her complaining. Even after several months away from active duty and really, most activity at all, his body was still so solid and powerful.

"Ain't that a daisy…Fuck, I've wanted to do that since my first appointment." he chuckled, lightly.

"Sy…"

"Don't. Don't try to argue or tell me you don't feel it. This energy between us. I've seen it in your eyes, Shane. I've felt it when you touch me. It ain't nothin, sunshine. It's a whole lotta somethin'."

"I know, but I need this job. And I WANT this job. Being a therapist is the only thing I've ever wanted to do. Helping people. People like you. Getting them better. It's what I was meant to do. And there's no place like this in the area for me to treat such a diverse clientele and build my skill set. It's not without it's problems, but it's where I'm meant to be."

"I get that. And you should do what you were called to do. You're too good at this not to do it. But Shane, isn't it worth pushing back on some policy if it could mean you get to have some personal happiness, too?"

"I'm worried they'll make me choose." Actually, it was more than that. She was worried about which choice she'd make. Giving up a ten-year career with excellent benefits despite its pitfalls, or giving up someone she could hardly stop thinking about, who made her heart pound when he smiled, and who was rapidly shaping up to be someone she could see herself sharing a life with…making either choice terrified her for very different reasons.

"You shouldn't have to choose. Any boss who'd make you deny yourself what we could have just because of some ridiculous policy…well, they ain't worth the gas that brought 'em to work today. Y'understand me?"

She nodded, smirking at his idiom, "You don't know my boss."

"Well, maybe I oughta GET to know her, if it's like that. I have a way of throwin' my weight around, case ya hadn't noticed." he shot her a smug grin.

"Ya don't say?" she retorted, brimming with sarcasm, literally still wrapped in the evidence of said weight in the form of his muscular arms, warm and thick, encircling her. Even though she felt like her life was up in the air, she had never felt more safe. "I'll try to have a chat with her about it this week. Our schedules rarely align, and usually that's how I like it, but I'll try to move some things around if nothing naturally falls into place."

"I'll be happy to lend my voice or even come talk to her, if need be." he offered, ever the gentleman.

"I appreciate that, Sy, truly. But I think it would be best not to involve you unless it becomes absolutely necessary. We have several more treatments to get through today, though. You didn't finish on the tread mill, do you think you're warmed up enough?"

"Oh, darlin', I'm plenty warm." he grinned down at her sliding a hand down her side.

"Shit, am I gonna have to start being extra careful with what I say to you until this gets sorted?"

"I really doubt it'll matter, Shane. Ain't much you can say I can't make dirty." she could tell by the satisfaction on his face that this was a point of pride for him.

"Lay down and shut up."

"Yes, MA'AM!" he complied with a little too much enthusiasm. She didn't know whether to roll her eyes with amusement or grow increasingly feral…apparently there was room for both as long as she didn't act on the latter. Yet.

~~~~~~~~

She dismissed Sy for the day, instructing him to behave himself until she gave him the all clear, and even then, if she got the green light to see him outside of therapy, sessions would still be about getting him stronger, and not flirting. Or at least mostly. They settled on a 90/10 ratio by the end. She was a weak woman.

She went into the office where one of the senior therapists, Anita, was still charting and snacking on some pretzels.

"How was your day, Nita?" she asked affectionately. Anita had been her mentor since she started with the clinic over ten years ago, and was now part time, flexing toward retirement. She'd miss her.

"Oh, long, Miss Shane. As they tend to be more and more these days. What about yours?"

"Ah…just…nothin'." she shouldn't go into it all until she talked to Susan, their boss.

"Mmm, that's no nothing nothin', that's a something nothin'. Come on, kiddo. Spill." she offered Shane one of her pretzels and kicked out the chair next to her. Again, she was a weak woman. She took a pretzel, sat, and chewed it for a moment, collecting her words.

"What do you think about…starting relationships with patients?" she searched her reaction for any snap judgement or emotion, but only a narrowing of her eyes occurred.

"Is this about that Captain Sexypants who just left?"

"I'm going to kill Heather. I'm not the one who came up with that nickname and I'm not the one who started the whole having feelings conversation. I was going to be miserable until he was discharged, at least."

"Why would you need to make yourself miserable, Shane?"

"Because the policy. About dating patients."

"Technically the policy only says you shouldn't treat family/close friends if you feel you wouldn't be able to maintain objectivity or would be uncomfortable yourself. But that you should disclose any relationship to your supervisor for review."

"See, what's Susan gonna say?"

"Who cares? The policy is the law. And the board of directors governs the policy. Not her. Tell her in an email if you can't work out a time to talk to her before you see him next. Hell, I sent my boss a memo back when I started dating Ron. And look at us now! 20 years strong."

"No way!?" Shane was flabbergasted. She had never known that Anita's husband Ron had once been her patient.

"Oh yes. I wasn't long out of PT school, my first husband had passed away and I needed an income, so I got my PT license and about a year into working here, Ron got put on my schedule. I knew from the eval, he was meant for me. So I typed up a memo, sent it to Morton, our boss at the time, and told Ron I was free on Friday after work."

"Sy just…I don't know, we have this…connection…a spark. I've never felt it with anyone else."

"Are you concerned that seeing him socially would affect how you treat him here?"

"I'm more worried keeping my feelings for him bottled up while I treat him will get so distracting I'll become less effective."

"Well, then, if you get any push back, tell Susan that." Anita said. "Just be forthright. Honest. And speak with integrity. She'll have no cause to refute it, then. And send it tonight."

"Okay. Thanks Anita. You're the best."

~~~~~~~~~

Shane spent too long, probably an hour, at least, drafting her email to Susan. It read:

To: Susan DeForrest

From: Shane Benton

Subject: Re: Treatment Policy

Susan,

I wanted to bring to your attention a situation that has presented itself with one of my patients. I have been treating him almost exclusively for several weeks now, apart from my week on PTO, and he has progressed to both of our satisfaction as well as the ordering physician. However, we have come to be quite friendly and he has expressed great interest in seeing me outside of therapy. This is something that I too would like to engage in, and I plan to accept the next time I speak with him.

From my understanding of the policy, the only thing that would prevent me from treating him as a social acquaintance would be my own comfort level and ability to remain objective. I have every confidence that my objectivity regarding his case will remain intact. I am also completely comfortable with it, and if that changes, I will transfer him to another therapist. Furthermore, I have no doubts that I will be able to maintain the highest level of professionalism throughout our treatments.

Thank you, and if you feel we need to discuss any of this further, please let me know.

~Shane Benton, DPT

And send…whew. She needed a big glass of wine tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Up Next: Chapter Four- E-Stim

#netflix sand castle #sand castle #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson x ofc

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fence-macabre · 5 years ago

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HAUNTED HOOTENANNY Saturday October 3 | Silverpine Forest | 6:30-9:30PM WrA | 8:30-11:30PM MG

Neutral Event | Warmode OFF | Bring Tongues Potions | WrA | MG/Other realms welcome!

What is the Haunted Hootenanny? The Haunted Hootenanny is Fence Macabre’s annual October party. Come visit us at our headquarters, Vagrant’s Respite, in Silverpine Forest (proxy: farm near Ambermill 63, 56)! Square dance to a hand-curated list of barn-bustin’ music, test your speed and accuracy at our Bottle-Blastin’ mini game; tell and listen to spooky, scary tales that send shivers down your spine; and even come by to the Fence Warehouse, the only time of the year where all of our merchants’ wares will be up for sale!

The Basics

Date: Saturday October 3rd Time: 6:30-9:30PM (WRA/PST); 8:30PM-11:30PM (MG/CST) Location: Vagrant’s Respite, Silverpine Forest (63, 56) Anchors: Loira-WyrmrestAccord (Horde) | Oceanid-WyrmrestAccord (Alliance) How to get here Horde: Portal to Undercity, Fly to Silverpine Forest Alliance: Portal to Ironforge, Fly to Refuge Pointe (Arathi Highlands), Fly to Silverpine Forest

Schedule

6:30 WRA (8:30 MG) - Event Start 6:45 WRA (8:45 MG) - Opening Speech; Activities Open Immediately After 8:30 WRA (10:30 MG) - Tombstone Tales 9:00 WRA (11:00 MG) - Raffle Entry Closes 9:30 WRA (11:30 MG) - Closing Ceremony, Winners Announced

Join us on Discord! Find us on Twitter!

Booth Activities

Bottle Blastin’

Your favourite semi-retired salesman and the friendliest Forsaken in Fence Macabre, *Billy Highman* returns to run Bottle Blastin' at this year's Haunted Hootenanny! Make sure to get your name down on our list of competitors - this fan favourite has fierce competition, limit of 30 people per faction.

The competition is divided into two sections: preliminaries and finals. Signups will be cut-off fifteen minutes after the start of the activity, or when the signup cap is reached - whichever comes first. Each raid group will then have people come up to shoot in groups of six, working their way down the list from top to bottom. Each member of the group will take one shot. If they pass, they move onto the next round. If they fail, they're eliminated. This continues until only six contestants remain between Alliance and Horde, moving onto the finals.

Potion Roulette Fence’s resident Apothecary, Loira Winford is opening her potion stores for this game of chance. Want to breath fire? Float above the ground? Look like someone else? Be sure to stop by Potion Roulette, where Zori is eagerly waiting to meet you and Loira is… well, she’s there too.

All potions on offer are safe for consumption by both living and dead, and all effects are temporary. As this is a game of chance, we don’t know what potion you might get! That’s the chance you take when you try Potion Roulette.

Hog Wrasslin’ Fence Macabre’s beloved truffle sniffer and intruder headbutter returns to this year’s Hootenanny! If you’re wanting to test both strength and skill, come try your luck against the toughest and cutest Undead hog in the Eastern Kingdoms! The ever friendly Velvet will get you ready to go, and make sure you get your prize. No need to sign up in advance, just drop on by with a good attitude and be ready to try your best!

Remember, Popcorn’s family to us and she’s real fierce - underestimate her and you’re bound to get hurt! Your job is to catch her, but you can’t hurt her: no weapons, no magic, no outside items or help.

Chuck Wagon Vittles Well it wouldn’t be a proper party without some grub! Chortlerip and Taoln are preparing a delightful array of dishes for our living companions, while our Undead friends will doubtlessly enjoy our offerings from The Bloated Rat. With a range of drinks for dead and living alike, we asked none other than The Squeaky Wheel to send over some of their favourites. Come out and enjoy the buffet, where members of the Fence will be happy to get you sorted with your snacks.

Menu Coming in October!

Tombstone Tales Tombstone Tales are back at this year’s Haunted Hootenanny! Our favourite Ink-slinger, Ryeolan Quillsong will be overseeing the sharing of your spook stories and ghastly tales! Taking place in the Fence’s barn, we promise that the spirits aren’t your imagination. Silverpine is quite haunted, and the Respite is no exception. If your tale is Ryeolan’s favourite, there’s a lovely prize in it for you: an illustrated scene from your story!

Submit your story here!

Fence Warehouse The Haunted Hootenanny 2020 Warehouse is a special event for both our customers and our merchants. During the warehouse, ALL items from ALL participating merchants will be up for sale: we normally only bring a selection of wares to each market, they’re difficult to transport after all! Silverpine’s own Sheriff, Remington Thornbolt will be handling the delivery and placing of your others alongside Fence’s artist in residence, Calria Dawnbrook.

Prop up your feet, grab your beverage of choice, and get to reading! Our menu’s expansive and we’re looking forward to receiving your orders. To pick up for order at the Hootenanny, you must place it before October 3rd. Orders placed on October third will be delivered to you ICly up to a fortnight after the Hootenanny’s conclusion.

Fence Warehouse Menu & Order Form

Hallowed Whispers Silverpine is full of secrets, and yours could well be added to them. Bakuzan Burlycloud will be available all night. Your conversations will be private: just you, her, and her plants.

Square Dancin’ Spinning spooky tracks that’ll get you down on the dance floor (or dance field, in our case), resident moonshine brewer Old M.C. Donald returns for the second year in a row! Forget your glowsticks? Not to worry, we’ve got plenty. Listen on in right here.

Frequently Asked Questions

"I’m Alliance, or from X Server, can I come?"

Yes, absolutely! Fence Macabre is a neutral guild and, as such, this is a neutral event. Everyone is welcome to attend. However, do keep in mind that Fence Macabre is primarily comprised of Forsaken: if your character would have a problem with that, or if the’re die-hard military and strongly opposed to the opposite faction, this isn’t the place for you.

When does this take place? Our 2020 date is Saturday October 3rd. The event runs from 6:30-9:30pm server, and will begin promptly. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like afterwards!

Is there anything I shouldn’t do in Silverpine Forest? (IC) If you are a scarlet crusader or adhere to Scarlet-like ideology, you will be shot on sight. You will not be buried. (IC) If you cause a ruckus, harass people, or are disrespectful to attendees or the hosts during the event, you will be walloped and thrown out. Don’t be that person. (OOC/IC) Be respectful of the speakers. Hard work has gone into their stories, and talking while they’re trying to tell them is extremely disrespectful and rude. Don’t be that person having a full-blown conversation while everyone’s trying to listen to the speaker. Reactionary emotes are welcome and encouraged. But keep unrelated conversations and emotes during storytelling in party chat or in whispers.

#events #haunted hootenanny #Haunted Hootenany 2020

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 years ago

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Hello there! I was wondering if you could do a Taka x reader where it’s based on the song Helpless from the musical Hamilton, if you haven’t heard of the song I suggest listening to it’s such a wholesome song and thought if fit, of course I’m not forcing ya if you don’t want to do this, but if you do thank you and have a wonderful day/night.

You had me at “Hamilton”. And d u d e you just took me back to my Deviantart days where I’d write songfics all the time!

.........

Boy, you got me helpless! Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm Helpless! Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

It was prom night at Hope’s Peak Academy--the first of its kind, in fact, and the staff aimed to make it an annual event.

What better way to celebrate Class 78′s accomplishments this year than to host a fun event full of dancing, food, and music?

The night had just begun, and everyone was already having a good time. They dressed formally and talked among themselves, ate some of the food at the tables, or danced with each other.

You, on the other hand, just sat at one of the tables alone, sipping your drink as you observed everything that was going on:

Leon was dressed in a white tux, looking like a helpless romantic as he tried getting one of the girls to dance with him--only to pout and shuffle away at their rejections.

Toko was following Byakuya around, as usual. She shot you a dirty look when you were staring, so you smiled and politely waved to her, turning your attention to the food table..

Where Aoi was hogging all the sweets while Sakura, who wore a cute dress, smiled and shook her head as she helped herself to some snacks, too.

Even now, it still fascinated you that...all these people came from different backgrounds, with different talents and ambitions.

And yet, this prom made you all feel less like Ultimates and more like normal highschoolers who loved to party.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room Then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!"

“Oh! [Y/n]! There you are! How are you?”

Glancing over, you noticed Sayaka rush over to you, taking the seat next to you. She had this nervous, intense look as she leaned closer to you. Her eyes went to Leon, who was now sulking at the bleachers.

“I guess he’s been on your tail all night?” You chuckled.

“Y-Yeah..” She sat upright, now calm as she smiled. “I feel bad for rejecting him but...singing’s more my strong suit, y’know?”

The pop idol became like a sister to you--you two stuck together like glue, always looking out for each other and being the “optimists” of the class.

You blinked as you saw the gym doors being thrown open, before seeing two of your classmates rush in: Taka, who looked pale and sweaty, and Mondo, who was just grinning as he patted the prefect’s back.

‘Guess they showed up here together.’ You thought, but when Taka’s eyes went to meet yours from across the gym, you quickly looked away, flustered...for some reason.

What’s gotten into you?

Your heart was already skipping beats just from looking at him.

Of course..it didn’t help you had a slight crush on the handsome black-haired male.

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister, and whisper "Yo, this one's mine." (Oooh)

“Oooooh, I see someone has a crush~!”

“Wha..” You stared back at Sayaka, jaw dropping. “H-How did you come to that conclusion?!”

“Oh, it’s just my intuition.” She smiled innocently. “But actually..it’s been painfully obvious to everyone here.”

“E-Everyone?!”

“Well, except for him, of course. Though now that he’s here...this is your chance!”

“Chance to...?”“

“Ask him to dance with you, silly!” Sayaka huffed as she gestured to the colorful dance floor. “What do you have to lose?”

“My dignity...” You mumbled, shaking your head. “There’s no way I could ever do that. He’s probably only here to enforce the rules..”

“Hm, I guess I can always ask him for you!”

“Wait hold on-”

But it was too late, as the pop idol jumped out of her seat and quickly rushed to the other side of the gym despite your protests. Though she waited until the two late comers were alone to talk to the Ultimate Moral Compass.

My sister made her way across the room to you (Oooh) And I got nervous, thinking "What's she gonna do?" (Oooh) She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin' "I'm through" (Oooh) Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm-

You just sat there awkwardly, feeling nervous and embarrassed. ‘C’mon..why couldn’t I have just talked to him? Maybe he’ll say no..’

Even though part of you didn’t want that, you just sighed and decided to distract yourself by getting another drink. Though as you did, your eyes glanced back to Sayaka, who was holding Taka’s arm as he leaned down to hear what she was whispering.

All while she gestured to you.

‘Welp, I’m through..this is where I die..’

As your face heated up, you looked elsewhere--noticing Junko and Mukuro in the corner. They were chatting with each other, but they were apparently having a sparring match, too, that resulted in their dresses being torn up.

You’d rather deal with them than the potential humiliation of-

“Oh! [Y/n]! I heard you were in need of a dance partner?”

Taka’s booming voice startled you a bit, being loud and clear over the music, and you turned around to see him standing in front of you with a bright smile. He had his usual white trousers and black boots, though he wore a white suit with a simple red bowtie that matched his stunning eyes well-

Wait..did your brain really call them “stunning”??

Welp, they certainly captivated you.

"U-Uh..yeah!” You managed to squeak out.

Helpless! Look into your eyes (Oh, look at those eyes) And the sky's the limit (Oh!) I'm helpless (I know) Down for the count And I'm drownin' in 'em

With a laugh he took your hand, bringing you towards the still-vacant dance floor. “I see this as an excellent learning opportunity! Considering I’ve never really..learned how to dance myself,” he admitted, cheeks growing flushed. “B-But I know you’d be great! So teach me all that you know!”

You were equally as flustered. “There’s no way to explain how to dance. Just...follow my footsteps and the music, and..that’s all there is to it.”

“Huh..it’s that simple? Well, I shall give it my all!” He proudly declared.

Your smile only grew. Taka’s enthusiasm was so contagious, despite his usual strictness during normal school hours.

But you could see he was trying to loosen up and have a bit of fun.

So you were more than happy to show him how to dance--as it allowed you to get lost in his eyes for as long as the songs played.

Of course, you did stumble a bit..and so did he, which made you both embarrassed.

Though it was still an enjoyable moment you’d never forget.

‘I definitely owe Sayaka big time.’

I'm helpless! (I'm so into you) Look into your eyes (I am so) And the sky's the limit (into you) I'm helpless! (I know) I'm down for the count And I'm drownin' in 'em

#clanask #anonymous #danganronpa x reader #thh #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #fluff

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry keeps an arm around you in the back of the uber as you head to Niall’s. You both knew you’d be drinking again. Niall’s place was already packed with people when you got there, and you were on the earlier side. You put your coat and Harry’s in the closet. He snakes an arm around your waist. He was grateful you didn’t wear a scarf or anything. Your hair slightly covered the marks on your neck, but if someone really looked at you, they’d be able to see them.

“Damn, Y/N!” Rachel says, giving you a hug. “Haven’t seen you wear that dress in years.”

“It was in the back of my closet, looks good right?”

“Looks great!” She looks Harry up and down, squinting at the way he’s clutching at her hip.

“Is Lora with you?” You ask.

“Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making us some drinks. You guys want anything?”

“Maybe in a minute. Where’s Niall?”

“M’right here, keep your shirt on.” He says chuckling. You give him a hug with Harry’s hand moving to the small of your back.

“Harry and I brought some extra wine.” Harry hands it to him.

“Thanks! I’ll put these in the kitchen.”

“I can do that, I’m going back in anyways.” Rachel says taking the wine. Sarah comes walking up.

“Hey!” She hugs you and waves to Harry. “You look so pretty!”

“Thanks, so do you.”

“You get your hair touched up?”

“Yeah, just this afternoon.”

The girls chat, and Niall pulls Harry aside.

“How was the rest of your night?” Niall asks.

“Good, she passed out on me.” He laughs.

“Sarah talked my ear off all night.”

“’Bout what?”

“All that threesome shit.”

“I forgot all about that.” He looks back at you. He watches you throw your head back as you laugh at something. “I still can’t believe Y/N has had one.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t ask her a bunch of questions about it.”

“Not somethin’ I needed more information on. Plus I didn’t want her askin’ me anythin’. Do you think Sarah’s curious?”

“I have no idea, but I made it clear I wasn’t in the business for doin’ them anymore.”

“There he is!” Harry looks over and sees Louis coming towards him. They practically jumped into each other’s arms. Eleanor says hi to you.

“I’m so glad you made it!” Harry says breaking their embrace. “This is gonna be a good party, three of us together for another new year.”

“Hi, Y/N.” Louis says hugging you.

“Hi, good to see you again.” You blush, not expecting the hug.

“Same to you. Alright, who needs a drink?”

The guys all go into the kitchen and make up drinks and come back handing out glasses. Harry made you a vodka tonic, your favorite. You hang out with your friends for a good chunk of time, glancing over at Harry occasionally who was sucked into conversation with Louis. The two were laughing hysterically about something.

The night went on, and you found yourself dancing with your friends. Many other people were dancing as well. You were feeling really good.

“Mate, Y/N, looks really good tonight.” Louis says to Harry. Harry looks back at you and smirks.

“Yeah, she does. I’m a lucky bastard.”

“So you’re all moved in then?”

“Yup, we’re going to look at a bigger place in a couple days. Right across the street from here actually.”

“That’d be convenient.”

“Yeah, I like the idea of having Niall so close by. It’s nice knowing if I had to travel for work or something she could just come here or whatever, she wouldn’t be alone.” He takes a sip of his drink. “We were thinking once everything settles we’d come see you guys.”

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah, we’ve wanted to come sooner, but the holidays really took up our time.”

“How was she meetin’ mum and Gem?”

“It was great! They were super welcoming. I spoke to mum the other day, she raved about her. I was so glad they liked her. She fit right in with Mitch and Sarah too.”

“That’s great. Your pictures looked amazing.” Harry takes out his phone and shows Louis a few he didn’t post.

“She’s just so cute, lad, I can’t stand it.” Louis chuckles at his friend.

“Never seen ya so taken with someone, it’s nice.”

“It’s made me realize I’ve never really been in love before.”

“’S’how I feel about El.” Harry and Louis look over at you and Eleanor. “She fits right in with ‘em. I’m glad Y/N’s friends are so nice.”

“They really are a cool group of girls. They’re all really open, no prudes. I’d say Sarah’s the most innocent out of those three.”

“Isn’t there a fourth friend?”

“Yeah…Kate. They sort of stopped talking to her a few months ago. Lotta drama there.” Niall walks over to them.

“Great party mate.” Harry says. “As usual.”

“Thanks! Everyone seems happy. Think you idiots’ll pay any attention to your girlfriends tonight?”

“Oi, I resent that.” Louis says. “Just catchin’ up with the lad here.” Harry laughs, and looks back over at you.

He was almost afraid to go over to you. You looked so fucking sexy, moving your hips around, and that red lipstick. He would need to be taken care of instantly. You were both pretty buzzed at this point, so there was no telling what might happen.

“They’re all havin’ fun, don’t think they miss us.” Harry says.

“Rachel’s dancin’ with Lora.” Niall says.

“They’re a cute couple.” Louis says.

You look up and see the guys all watching you and your friends. You bite your bottom lip as you make eye contact with Harry.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell them, and walk over to your boyfriend. “Hey stranger.” You say kissing him in front of his friends.

“Hi.” He says, a little surprised, but delighted with your public display. He knew other people had been checking you out.

“Niall, this party is so much fun.” You say to your friend.

“Thanks. How’s Sarah?”

“Good, think she’s missing you though.” You nod towards her.

“Better go fix that.” Niall goes over to dance with his girlfriend.

“Louis how long are in town for?”

“Just til tomorrow love.”

“You and El should come over for lunch or something. We’re a bit cramped at the moment, but it would be great to have you over either.”

“Sure! I’ll ask her. Thanks.” He smiles at you. Louis had a really nice smile. He winks at Harry and makes his way to his own girlfriend. You look up at him.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.”

“Havin’ fun, angel?” The pet name sends a tingle up your spine. You wrap your arms around his waist and press yourself to him.

“Mhm. You?” You look at him through your lashes. Before he can say anything, your lips are on his again.

His free hand cups your cheek. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens up for you. Your tongues goes into his mouth, in search of his. He tastes like vodka, and you loved it. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans, tugging at the hair on the back of your head.

Niall and Louis look over and see what’s happening.

“Do ya think they’re gonna go shag?” Louis asks.

“Maybe.” Niall shrugs. “Just hope they lock the door if they do.” He laughs.

“Apparently they can’t keep their hands off each other.” Rachel chimes in.

“That’s how Niall and I were when we first got together, remember baby?” She looks up at him.

“Hey, it’s still like that.” He pouts.

“Sure, but remember how hot and heavy it was. They’re just going through that phase now since it’s all still new. It’s cute.”

“Alright, let’s stop looking at them.” Lora chimes in. “Who needs another drink?”

You and Harry break from your kiss. You look at him with dark eyes. Your pupils had completely blown out. You take his hand and lead him down the hallway. Niall’s place had two full baths, and a half bath in the hallway. You go into the guest room, and lock the door. But you weren’t done there, you lead Harry into the guest bath, and lock that door too.

“No one’ll hear us this far back.” You say.

“And what exactly do ya plan t’do with me in here, hm?” He smirks.

You connect your lips to his again, and tug at his hair. He lifts you up onto the sink counter, not caring about whatever it was you knocked over in the process. His hand slips up between your thighs and you practically growl at the feeling.

“Fuck, I want you so bad Harry.” You moan when his teeth sink into your collar bone. “Please, baby, fuck me.” He wanted to tell you it would be much easier to take you from behind. He felt bold, so he asked.

“Can I take ya from behind, your ass just looks so good in that dress.” You swallow hard.

“No, I wanna be able to look at you.”

“Got a mirror in here.” He nips at your jaw.

“Harry…” You look at him.

“Alright, this way it is then.” He gives you a reassuring smile. You kiss on the exposed part of his neck and reach for his belt buckle. His hands move up to tug your nylons down.

“No time, just rip the crotch.” He looks at you, eyes wild.

“Really?”

“Do you want me to do it?”

Harry reaches both of his hands inside your dress, and tears the crotch of your tights open. His fingers graze against you, and he can feel how wet you are already.

“Just move them to the side.”

He tugs your dress further up, so it’s bunched at your hips. He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to take his dick out. You scoot closer, and help guide him in while he pushes your panties to the side.

“Mm, fuck.” You moan, clutching at his shoulders. He felt so good. “Feel so good Harry.”

“Gonna have t’fuck ya quick, angel.”

“Just be careful, okay?” He nods, and begins to move in and out of you.

“Feel so good around me baby.” He says into your ear. Your legs wrap around him.

The whole situation was so erotic. You were close just thinking about where you were, and how you were doing it. You start to clench around him.

“Gonna come f’me already?” You look at him. How did he know? “I can feel it.”

“Harry.” You moan.

“Go ‘head, come for me, come all over my cock.” You bite down on your lip hard to stifle the loud noise you desperately wish you could let out. “That’s a good girl, listenin’ t’me.” Your eyes flick up to his.

You kiss him, and hang onto him for dear life while he fucks up into you, hitting your g-spot. He was moving faster and faster, but you could take it. You felt safe in arms. More so, you were coming towards another release, and could feel his coming soon too as his movements got sloppier.

“Can I come in ya, or do you not want me to right now?”

“God, please, come in me Harry, fill me up.” You groan.

“Fuck.” He moans as he releases, you come again as well at the pure feeling.

You both sit there for a moment before he pulls out. You clamp your legs together, trying not to make mess. He helps you off the counter, and fixes himself up. You grab a tissue and wipe under your eyes. The skin on your chest had turned pink, and you had a fresh bruise on your neck.

“Turn around.” You say to him as you pull your tights and panties down, and sit on the toilet. He chuckles as you use the toilet to clean yourself up. You pull everything up, and pull your dress down.

“All set?”

“Mhm.” You loop your arm through his. “Don’t leave me for the rest of the night, please?” You both walk into the bedroom. You lean in closer to him.

“Feel shy?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him and he kisses your forehead.

“Don’t worry, Harry’s here.” You smile at him and walk out of the bedroom.

You peak your head out to make sure no one was around. There were other couple’s making out in the dark hallway, so no one gave you any weird looks. Harry stays with you like he said he would. Your hand never leaves his. Even when your friends want you to dance again.

“Twenty seconds!” Someone yells to signal the ball was going to drop soon. Niall turns the TV station to one of the live feeds.

Your friends all gather near each other. Harry pulls you close to his chest.

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1!”

“Happy New Year!”

Harry dips you slightly and kisses you. You can’t remember the last time you had a New Year’s kiss. You giggle when he puts you back up straight.

“Happy new year babe.” You say against his lips.

“Happy new year, love.” He kisses you again.

People start to trickle out of the party a little after one in the morning. You had drank a decent amount, everyone had. You were able to find a spot on the couch now that some people had left. Harry sits with you, and pulls you onto his lap to make more room for others. A few of you get into a game of cards against humanity.

You lean into Harry, and pepper kisses on his neck every few minutes. He loved when you were like this. He would never admit this to anyone, but he craved constant attention. And when he got it, he was addicted.

Around 2:30 in the morning, things had really dwindled down. Harry was off talking with Louis and Niall. They were all piss drunk. Sarah was passed out in the corner of the couch. Rachel and Lora were on their way out, and Eleanor had gotten herself set up in the guest room. You get up and shuffle over to the boys. You press your forehead into Harry’s chest, completely interrupting them. He places a hand on the back of your head, and strokes your hair. You wrap your arms around his back while he continues to talk to the guys. You can barely understand them, you just want to go home and get into bed with your baby.

“Harry.” You say looking up at him. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, getting his full attention. “Can we go home soon please?” He smiles at you.

“Sure, couldja order the uber f’me?”

“Mhm.” You hang on him as you open the app on your phone. He continues to talk to the guys.

“Babe, you wanna grab our coats?”

“Okay.” You turn around and go to the coat closet. You come back and hand him his.

“Thanks.” He looks down at your feet. “Gotta put your shoes back on, love.”

“No.” Louis and Niall look at you, then back to Harry.

“Your feet will get cold.”

“But my feet will hurt if I put these back on.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry.” You put a hand on your hip. Your phone dings. “It’s here.”

“Lou, I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, just text me when you want us there.” They hug. “Night, mate.” He says to Niall.

“Take it easy on her.” He winks at Harry.

“We’ll see.” Harry looks at you. “Really not gonna put your shoes on?”

“Nope.” He sighs, and before you know it, he’s picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder.

“See ya lads.”

“Bye Harry.” Niall and Louis say in unison.

Harry adjusts you so he’s carrying you bridal style. You nuzzle into his chest. You felt cozy and safe. You feel him put you in the uber, and he also carries you up into your apartment. He sets you down and helps you take your jacket off. He takes off his own and looks at you.

“You know…you really shouldn’t say no to me like that in front of m’friends.”

“My friends too.” You pout. “I didn’t do anything on purpose. My feet just hurt so bad, Harry. I physically couldn’t put those things back on.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, and walks by to go to the bedroom. You follow him in. Your reach up under your dress to take your tights off. You start laughing.

“What?” You hold them up.

“Forgot you ripped these.” You toss them in the trash. “Was pretty hot.” You slide your panties off and toss them in your basket. You reach inside your dress and remove the tape from your boobs. You sigh with relief.

Harry takes his shirt off, and tosses it in the basket.

“That dress is so sexy on you.” You saunter over to him. He wraps his hands around you and squeezes your butt.

“Wanna take it off?”

He tugs at the hem of the dress, and lifts it up over your head. You undo his belt buckle, and make his pants drop to the floor. You drop to your knees and tug his boxers down.

“What are you-“

“Haven’t had you in my mouth in so long.”

You wrap your lips around his tip, and suckle on it. He hisses at the feeling. His hands go into your hair, softly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His eyes roll into the back of his head.

You take him deeper down your throat. You taste his precome all over your tongue. His hips thrust forward, and you nearly gag on him.

“Shit, I wanna be able to fuck you.” He pulls your face back. You look up at him with big eyes. He helps you up. “C’mon, let me fuck that tight cunt.” Your pupils fully dilate.

You practically jump on him, you both fall onto the bed. He rolls you on top of him. You were soaking wet, so you guide him in immediately. You grit your teeth as you get used to him. Your nails rake down his chest as you grind on him.

“Feel so good, angel.” His hands reach up to knead your breasts.

Your hands slide up and down his chest, one of them sliding to his throat. Your thumb rubs over his Adam’s apple.

“Is that okay?” You say in a grunt. He nods yes, and you apply a little more pressure as you move up and down on his dick.

“Can I do it to you?”

“Yes, but lightly.”

His hand slides up to your throat. His rings feel cold, but in a good way. Your head tilts back as he thrusts up into you, hitting your g-spot. You were panting. Harry’s hand moves to the back of your neck, and pulls you down to him so you’re chest to chest. He thrusts in and out of you, and there’s so much friction against your clit that you lose yourself.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You pant and moan against his neck. “Come in me baby, please wanna feel it.”

“Yeah, you want me to fill you up?”

“God, yes.”

Harry shoots up into you, filling you to the brim. You tighten around him as you feel yourself come again. You kiss him before getting off of him to go to the bathroom. Harry gets up to get two glasses of water.

“Please don’t make me drink that.” You pout.

“Y’need to baby girl.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whine.

“You’re gonna have a headache tomorrow if ya don’t. Look, I’m drinkin’ mine.”

“Alright.”

You take slow sips of the cold water. You put it on the side table next to the bed, and climb in. He climbs in next to you.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“Happy new year.” He chuckles.

“Happy new year.”

“Can I lay on your chest?”

“Course.”

You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. He plays with your hair, and feel yourself drift off.

Your eyes flutter open around 10:30, your stomach feels like shit, but at least you didn’t have a headache. Harry was laying on his stomach, with an arm and a leg draped over you. His head in the crook of your neck. You would never get tired of waking up next to such a beautiful man. He feels you shuffle a bit, and slowly opens his eyes to look at you. He turns over, and you do the same so he can spoon you. You loved being encompassed by his scent, the warmth from his body.

“Mornin’.” He coos.

“Morning.” You grab your phone and look over the pictures you and your friends took last night. There was a really cute one of you and Harry. Damn, you did look good last night. “Mind if I post this one on insta.” You lean over and show him.

“We’re kissing in that one…”

“Yeah, someone snapped it at just the right time. I was going to post this one with it so it’s not the first one people see. We just look so cute.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.” He plays it cool, but he loves the idea of you wanting to show off your relationship. Just another reminder to everyone out there that you were very much taken.

“We should probably get up soon. Don’t want you to be crunched for time with Louis.”

“It was nice of you to invite them over today.” He snuggles into you.

After a quick shower, Harry gives Louis a call telling him when he can come over. You make some coffee, and hope your stomach doesn’t feel quite as achy. Harry notices you clutching at it.

“You getting’ your period again already?”

“No.” You giggle. “I have at least another week and a half. Stomach just feels gross from all the alcohol last night. Definitely shouldn’t have had two nights back to back like that.” You hand him a mug and he kisses you on the cheek. “What should I make all of us for lunch? I can spruce up the salad…”

“Oh, he said they’d being somethin’ over, Niall had a fuck ton of leftover food. So salad will be perfect.”

Just as you’re tossing the ingredients together, you hear the buzzer for the door. Harry lets them in. He and Louis hug as they come in.

“Hi Harry.” Eleanor says, giving him a light side hug.

“Enjoy the party last night El?” He says, returning the awkward hug.

“Yeah, Niall always throws a good one. Couldn’t stay awake much after the ball dropped though, I’ll be honest.”

“You certainly crashed early, love.” Louis looks at you. “Hi Y/N, thanks for havin’ us. Brought some chips and dip with us.”

“Oh great, just set it on the counter. Harry, you wanna put that in some serving dishes?”

“Sure thing.”

“I’m setting this up buffet style, feel free to help yourselves.” You smile.

Everyone makes themselves a plate, and gathers in the living area to eat.

“Nice place you two have here.” Eleanor says.

“Thanks, we’re looking at a bigger place tomorrow.” You say.

“Right, near Niall’s place?”

“Mhm.” You take a bite of your salad.

“What time did you guys leave last night? Lou didn’t come to bed til nearly two in the mornin’.” She laughs.

“Um…I’m not sure.” You look up at Harry. “I was sort of out of it last night.”

“No kiddin’, ya wouldn’t even put ya shoes on.” Louis says.

“I wouldn’t?”

“You don’t remember?” Harry asks. “I had to carry you out.”

“That I remember.” You giggle. “Just didn’t remember the reason.” You shrug.

“It was pretty cute, ya came over t’him like a little baby, askin’ t’go home.”

“Yeah, and you guys just kept talking like I wasn’t even there. What were you talking about anyways?” Harry and Louis look at each other.

“Nothin’ important. Just deep in conversation.” Harry says. “So, El, how’s work?”

“Good!” She says, completely surprised he asked. “Um, really good actually. Love what I do, and all tha’. Lou and I have the next few days off, we’ve got Freddie comin’ t’be with us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, his mum felt bad for stiffin’ me over Christmas, so she said we could have him again for another few days. She took him with her on a family ski trip.”

“What about school?”

“He can miss a few days of preschool, not a big deal. Maybe when you guys come to visit it’ll be on one m’weekends, know he misses his Uncle H.”

“Y/N, Harry’s told Lou you have a little nephew?”

“Yes!” You take your phone out. “He’s so cute.” You pull up a picture to show her.

“Oh! Look at those chubby cheeks!”

“He’s like a little meatball.” You giggle.

“Which of your siblings had him?”

“My brother. I’m a first time auntie, and I love it.”

“He’s a super cuddly baby too.” Harry says.

“Oh I bet you snatched him up the second you met him.” Louis says chuckling. “I swear you held Freddie more at the hospital after he was born than I did.” He takes a sip of water. “I remember too, when you posted that picture on your Instagram, the one you keep private now, and I think every girl that followed you commented with heart eyes, or DM’d you.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why you love babies so much, just trying to get in good with ladies.” You tease him.

“Ya got me.” He rolls his eyes. “What are Niall and Sarah up to today?”

“Jesus, that’s why I got to bed so late ya know? She was asleep on the couch and the lad needed help gettin’ her into bed. She was complete deadweight. Think she was still sleepin’ when we left. He only got up to say goodbye.”

“Once we have a bigger place you two are more than welcome to stay over with us.” You say.

“You really do have the sweetest girl, I gotta say.” Louis puts his arm around Eleanor. “Other than mine of course.” She leans into him. They were a really cute couple, and you knew Harry was trying his best to be happy for them.

“Can I help with the dishes?” Eleanor says, walking into the kitchen with you. Normally would say no, but you could tell she didn’t want to be left alone with the boys.

“Sure! I have some fruit in the fridge, thought we could have that for dessert if you wanted to grab it.” She smiles and goes into the fridge. You both stop to look over at the boys. “It’s nice to see such a strong male friendship, isn’t it?”

“Definitely. Harry’s been way more relaxed around me today. I’m assumin’ you had somethin’ to do with that.”

“I didn’t say anything…you know he told me he really does like you, he’s just sad Louis’ so far away.”

“I’m a scapegoat, I get it.” She shrugs. “If we could live closer we would in a heartbeat, but he needs Freddie in his life. Took him a long time to get the custody he has over him now. We get him a lot more in the summer, it’s wonderful.”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“Think of him as my own.”

“What was it like dating someone knowing he had a baby on the way?”

“Well, it certainly made for an interesting first date, but I appreciated him being so upfront and honest about it. He assured me he and his ex had no intentions of making a relationship work, and that I’d have nothing to worry about on that end. But he told me if he needed to scoot to go to the doctor with her, he wouldn’t hesitate. I thought it was sweet that he was taking so much responsibility.” She smiles as she looks at him. She leans in to whisper to you. “Sexiest dad in the world, gotta say.” You both giggle.

“Oi! What are you two gigglin’ about?” Louis gets up and walks over to you both. Harry follows him, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth.

“Nothin’, just enjoyin’ watchin’ the hens cluck.” She kisses him on the cheek.

“Here that? We’ve been reduced to cluckin’ hens.” He looks at Harry. “Sure you weren’t talkin’ about how much ya love me?”

“She said you were a sexy dad.” Eleanor gasps at you as you laugh.

“I’ve been betrayed!” She looks back at Louis. “But it’s true, I did say tha’.”

“Keep talkin’, love when you inflate m’ego.”

“As if Harry doesn’t do enough of that for ya.”

“Oh stop, if anythin’, I knock the lad down a peg or two.” He looks at Louis with a grin. “Isn’t that right, shorty.”

“Alright, we’re leavin’ before he starts actin’ up.” He looks down at his watch. “Yikes, we really do have to go. Don’t wanna sit in traffic.”

“Me either. Thanks so much for having us over.”

“Anytime!”

“Let us know when ya move, we can come help.” Louis says.

It was hugs all around. Harry sighed big after they left. Harry hated seeing his friend go. You squint your eyes at him.

“What?”

“What’s the big secret with you two…everything was muffled last night, but the three of you are concocting something.”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He walks by you to go use the bathroom and you jump on his back. “Y/n! I need to wee!” He giggles. “What are you doin’?”

“Tell me!” You wrap your legs around his waist and push on his bladder.

“I’m gonna wee in m’pants if you keep doin’ that.”

“Tell me and I’ll let you go!”

“Okay, okay. We were talkin’ about marriage, can ya let me use the bathroom now!” You get off him and he turns around to look at him. You’re as pale as a ghost.

“Marriage?”

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