#half of these were done today as i was going insane being able to do nothing but sketch with headphones on

[smileysuh]

Love Plug

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

tw/cw. weed/drug use, shotgunning (kissing after John's taken a hit from a joint), reader likes wine, alcohol, plug!Johnny, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, big dick john, 69-ing, size kink, grinding, multiple reader orgasms, fingering, pussy stretching, dirty talk, praise, ass groping, hand job, creampie/filling kink, cumming together, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, sweet thing, good girl

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.9k

🍭 aus. plug/drug dealer!Johnny, semi-strangers to lovers, Valentine's Day, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is slightly late, as it's Valentine's Day themed, but I hope ya'll like it anyway! big thank you to @sehunniepotwrites, my beta reader, my fellow John lover, my bestie- Love you girlie, thank you for helping me edit this to get it posted on time 💕

Being alone on Valentine’s Day is never fun. It would be one thing if you were with your girlfriends, but today, you’ll truly be alone. Everyone is busy, people are working, or with significant others- you feel like you’re the only person without plans, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Your apartment is spotless, you’d gone on a cleaning bender to distract yourself from today’s date, but as three o'clock rolls in, you find yourself sitting on your couch and staring at the ceiling.

There’d been a time in your life when boredom would make way for addictive traits. Dopamine-filled hobbies that you’ve since done your best to squash. But as three becomes four and you have nothing to satiate yourself - not even the pink bottle of wine in your fridge has been able to drown your loneliness - you begin to consider more drastic measures.

You’d never been a stoner, per se, but you’d gone with your cousin a few times to pick up from her run-of-the-mill dealer. If anything can help you relax and watch a movie, you think it might be some Grade A Indica. 

Unknown number: Hi John, are you out today?

John: define out. Who is this

Unknown number: shit

Unknown number: my cousin gave me your number, I’ve picked up from you a few times

Unknown number: You probably don’t remember me but my name is y/n

John: I remember you

John: how much do you need?

Unknown number: I’m thinking $100 worth?

John: I’ll bring my shit. Text me your address and I can be over within the hour

Usually, when your cousin has gotten in contact with John, he comes to her apartment and the two of you go outside, filing into his truck. He has a duffle with jars full of weed, shatter, and the like. You give him money and he helps you decide what your night is going to look like.

When John calls you half an hour after you’ve texted him, you’re already almost at your door. “I’ll be down in a sec,” you tell him, searching for your keys.

“How about you buzz me up instead?” he suggests. “I’m outside the front door.”

You freeze for a moment. As far as you know, John’s never come up to your cousin’s apartment, and the idea of inviting the sexy local plug up into your one bedroom is sketchy… but at the same time, you’re feeling kind of desperate. 

“Okay, type my apartment number into the keypad and I’ll let you in. The elevator will take you to my floor.”

You hang up, and a moment later your phone rings again. You press the buzz-up key and hold your breath.

You’re not sure if you’re scared of being alone with John because he’s a drug dealer or if you’re frightened of your own lack of self-control. John’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen and this is Valentine’s Day. You’d been planning on maybe getting a little high, pulling out your vibrator, and having a good time with yourself… but if you could have a good time with him…

You give your head a shake, reaching for your bottle of wine. You pour the last bit of it into a cup, lifting it to your lips while you wait for the local plug to arrive at your door.

When he knocks, you practically jump, heart lurching in your chest. You scurry to your door, not wanting to make him wait- not wanting any of your neighbors to see the tall, sexy, tattooed man standing outside your home.

John greets you with a grin. “Special delivery,” he jokes, stepping past you and into the apartment and looking around. “You’ve got a nice place.”

“Thank you.” 

You watch him head into the living space. He walks as if he’s been here before, as if he belongs here. The duffle makes a thumping sound when he nonchalantly sets it onto your small dining table, but John doesn’t immediately open it to show you the product like he does when you’ve bought from him before.

“Is it just me, or does it feel kind of sad in here?” John asks, turning to look at you.

“Hmm?” 

“I just mean…” he gestures around, “spotless house, a pretty girl alone on Valentine’s Day… you haven’t bought from me in a while, sweet thing, I kind of thought you’d quit.”

“I did quit-” you stutter, “I mean… I was never a huge stoner or anything, so I wouldn’t say I quit-”

John grins while watching you search for an explanation. He leans back, palms flat on the dining table. The black v-neck he’s wearing shows off some of his chest piece and the tattoos on his neck are definitely a distraction as you try to formulate words.

“Look, all I’m saying is… I’d hate for you to lose your sobriety streak because you’re feeling lonely on Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not exactly sober,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine.

“Is that a rosé?”

You look down at the liquid. “It’s a pink strawberry sparkling wine.”

“Sounds nice. Give me a taste.” He holds out a hand, and it’s clear that it’s more of a demand than a request, so with a sigh, you hand your cup to the local plug.

John swirls the glass, then he lifts it to his lips. He doesn’t sip, doesn’t take his time, he simply tilts his head back and downs the wine in two large gulps. When he’s done, he wipes his hand across his mouth, grinning mischievously. “Yummy.”

“That was the last of it,” you groan. “Now I have to hit the liquor store too.”

“Is it usual for you to get crossed, sweet thing? Weed and wine? You must really be feeling some type of way today.”

“So says the drug dealer working on Valentine’s Day.” You roll your eyes, annoyed that he’d downed your whole glass and isn’t cutting to the chase of your transaction.

“Ouch,” John laughs. “When did you get such a mouth on you?”

“Since you just drank an entire cup of wine in two seconds and started talking about my sobriety streak- are you going to sell me some weed or not?”

“For a girl with nowhere to be, you sound like you’re in a rush,” John muses. “You want to get me out of your home that badly, huh?”

“I mean, I would have preferred meeting you at your car,” you admit.

John simply shrugs. “And I wanted to see how dire your situation was. Clearly, it’s pretty fucked. Listen, we can still go down to my car if you want.”

“Will you sell me the weed if I go with you?”

“Nah, but I can take you out for a drink instead.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and your mind does mental gymnastics to make sense of the suggestion. 

Is he asking you out? 

Finally, you ask, “Aren’t you working?”

“The good thing about being your own boss is you can always say fuck it, I wanna go to a bar,” John points out. “So are you going to come with me and let me distract you better than weed would? Or are you going to mope around here with no wine, no weed, and no sexy plug to make you feel better?”

You definitely have a sexy plug or two hidden away under your bed that could make your day better- but you don’t tell John that. Instead, you let out a sigh. “I guess I have nothing better to do.”

“That’s the spirit, sweet thing, now let’s go on an adventure.”

The place he takes you to is a complete dive. It’s a dark ambiance, and as you settle onto a bar stool, you notice the stickiness of the counter in front of you. John, however, seems completely at home here. He doesn’t mind the alcohol-stained wood, leaning over it to speak to the bartender over the loud rock music that plays through the establishment. “Two shots of the regular,” he announces.

“You got it, Johnny,” she laughs, turning to grab a bottle of whiskey from one of the higher shelves.

“So I guess I don’t have to ask if you come here often,” you breathe.

“And I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before. You stick out like a sore thumb, sweet thing. Relax a little.”

You let out a sigh. “Are we really going to do whiskey shooters?”

“I’m buying so I’m choosing,” John insists. “But if you want a cocktail or something, you can get that too, on me.”

So instead of taking your money today, he’s spending his money on you.

John is an enigma, and the confusion you feel has you more curious than ever.

“So how’d a guy like you get into your line of work?” you ask.

“He’s eighteen, gets stupid tattoos on his neck and hands, is rejected from other lines of work, and then discovers he has a talent for growing the best weed in town,” John responds. “Although, between you and me, I’m pretty good at growing orchids too.”

You had not pegged him as a plant guy. He’s always seemed so one-dimensional, and you realize now that your stereotype of him had been wrong. You’d never have thought John was the one actually growing the product he sells, and the idea of him nursing an orchid - a famously difficult flower - has your heart softening.

The bartender returns, setting two shots in front of you and John. “How’s your day going, Hyuna?” John asks, picking up a conversation with her.

“It’s going,” she sighs.

“Ouch, that doesn’t sound good,” John muses, pushing one of the shooters in front of you. “I thought you were seeing that new guy- the finance bro. Figured you’d be with him today.”

“I’m not sure he’s the commitment type.” Hyuna brushes her long dark hair over a shoulder, looking between you and John. “Besides, someone has to run this lonely hearts club here. You’re ruining the single vibe by bringing a date.”

“My bad for not introducing her, by the way,” John grins. His arm comes around the back of your chair, and he pulls you closer. “This is sweet thing, I’m saving her from making bad decisions today.”

“Yeah? And how are you doing that?” Hyuna laughs.

“By substituting one drug for another.” John picks up his shooter, turning to you. “To bad decisions.”

With a sigh, you grab your own shot, lifting it to clink against John’s. “To bad decisions,” you echo.

The whiskey is like fire as you shoot it, and you have to do your best not to sputter from how bad it tastes. You feel your face scrunch up involuntarily, and it earns laughs from Hyuna and John.

“I think we can all agree Johnny’s taste in alcohol is a bad decision,” Hyuna muses. “What can I get you, sweet thing?”

You order your drink of choice. John asks for three more shooters. When Hyuna sets them all down in front of you, John holds one out to her. “This one’s for you. I’m sorry it’s not working out with finance bro.”

Hyuna assesses the shot, then, with a groan, she grabs it. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No one’s gonna care,” John insists. “And we both know your manager is in love with you. Just take the shot, babes.”

Hyuna rolls her eyes and downs the drink. She sets the glass down, her perfectly manicured black nails dragging along it momentarily. “You and your annoying tastes.”

“You’ll learn to love this,” John assures her. “You learned to love me, right?”

“After I got over how annoying you are.”

John only laughs. He downs another shot, bringing his total to three. Then he stands up abruptly. “Vape break,” he announces. “You girls better not have too much fun without me.”

You watch him leave, sipping on your cocktail. 

“So how did you two meet?” Hyuna asks, half turning to remove some glasses from the washer so she can polish them while you chat.

You lean forward, whispering, “He’s literally my plug.”

“John’s everyone’s plug,” Hyuna laughs.

“How about you? He’s a regular?”

“Yeah, but I also dated his sister once upon a time,” Hyuna explains. “He was her annoying kid brother. I did my best to be nice to him but things didn’t end so well with her- then three years later he came in here, all tattooed and wreaking of weed- He recognized me right away, and he’s been coming in here ever since. Tips good too.”

You’d been wondering about the specificities of their relationship. Hyuna’s gorgeous, like- one of the prettiest bartenders you’ve ever seen. Her lean arms are covered in intricate tattoos, her nails are filed to points, her hair is perfect, her cheekbones are prominent and her lips are puffy like pillows-

Who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

“He’s an interesting guy,” you muse finally.

“Don’t let his tattoos fool you,” Hyuna says, meeting your eye. “He’s a sweetheart. He just likes to look all tough because of his job.”

You consider what she’s just said.

“So…” your throat feels a little dry. “Does he often come in here with girls?”

“Never. And especially not on Valentine’s Day.” Hyuna sets a cup down, leaning over the bar top to get a good look at you. “So tell me, sweet thing, what’s the end goal here?”

“Hmm?”

“Johnny might be an annoying plug, but like I said, he’s a good guy. I’m not dating his sister anymore, but he’s still like a kid brother to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” There’s a beat of silence. “He’s giving you heart eyes, and he let you choose your own drink. John doesn’t even let me choose my own drink once in a blue moon when we go out. He’s also never cared about what drugs I do, so why does he care so much about you? What makes you so special?”

“I…” you set your cocktail down. “I really can’t answer that.”

Hyuna cocks her head, pursing her lips. “Girl to girl, don’t be a bitch to him. I’m the one he’s going to come crying to if you reject him really hard. Let him down softly, if you have to.”

“Honestly, girl to girl, I don’t even know if he’s into me that way.”

“Sweet thing,” Hyun scoffs, “you must be blind as a bat. Don’t you see the way he’s looking at you?”

“I sort of thought he was just horny for Valentine’s Day.”

The bartender lets out a barking laugh. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

Your lips part to respond, but the door to the bar opens and John comes back inside. He lumbers over with a grin, taking the seat next to you. His arm slides around the back of your chair and he leans forward, looking between you and Hyuna. “So what did I miss?”

“Nothing important,” Hyuna lies. 

“In that case, I think I’m going to order a-”

“You’re aware that at some point I’ll have to take your keys away, right?” Hyuna raises a brow at John. “I just gave you three shots, you have one sitting in front of you still-”

“We both know I’m a heavyweight,” John insists.

“Sure you are,” Hyuna rolls her eyes, “and your skin is naturally pink.” 

You assess John. Hyuna must have good vision, because in the shitty lighting of the bar, you can hardly tell that John has definitely flushed from the alcohol. His cheeks are a rosy hue, and he looks as boyish as ever, a stark contradiction to the neck tattoos that are also beginning to blossom with color.

“How about this… two more shots,” John bargains, holding up three fingers.

Hyuna scoffs loudly.

“How about… two more shots,” John continues to hold three fingers, “And I’ll buy dessert so my body doesn’t turn into a complete whiskey barrel.”

“Two desserts and you have a deal,” Hyuna sighs.

“Two desserts it is.” John sits back in his chair. “What are you thinking, sweet thing? This place has a really good brownie, although, there's no weed in it.”

“We’ve also got apple pie with ice cream, tiramisu from the Italian place next door-” Hyuna does her best to be helpful, and you’re beginning to appreciate the tough love elder sister act thing she has going on.

You order the dessert that sounds most to your liking, and as you wait, John begins to ask about your cousin. “She’s a trooper,” he muses. “I sold her this massive thing of mushrooms last week and she texted me like two days ago asking for more.”

“She’s a heavy hitter for sure,” you agree.

“She told me once that she only does things like weed and shrooms because they come from the Earth,” John continues. “Never asks for links to cocaine or MDMA or anything- just the Earthy shit. She told me it’s cuz she’s a Taurus.”

You laugh. “That’s my cousin.”

“It was interesting meeting you for the first time,” John continues. “Your cousin gets into the car, knows exactly what strains of weed she wanted- pretty sure she was buying shatter. And there you are, asking for a blunt. Didn’t know if you wanted indica or sativa or a hybrid…” John shakes his head, as if it was the most baffling experience in the world. “In the end, I gave you some indica. Could tell you had a lot of anxiety and shit. I was kind of happy when you stopped buying, I’d hoped you’d found some other outlets or something.”

“I picked up wine,” you say, only half joking.

“Look, on our way back to your place to drop you off, I’ll stop and pick up a bottle for you to make up for what I drank earlier, deal?”

“Deal.”

John grins, and then you see his hand dipping down into his pocket. “Vape break.”

You watch John lumber outside again, and you release a deep sigh, meeting Hyuna’s eye. “Boys and their vapes.”

Dessert had helped mellow John out somewhat, and he’d actually been pretty law abiding while driving to the liquor store after. The two of you are now walking around the aisles, with John asking you all sorts of questions about your preferences when it comes to booze.

It feels shockingly domestic, especially when people go to move past you and John’s hand finds the small of your back, gently prompting you in front of him to make way for others to go by.

“What if I get us two bottles, and you let me come up for a movie,” John suggests as you reach for a replacement wine from earlier.

“What sort of movie?” you ask.

“Anything you want.”

“Are you sure I’m the only lonely one today?” you tease. “You’re being pretty clingy, John.”

“Anxious girls love a man that clings,” the plug insists. “Here, I’ll sweeten the pot for my sweet thing. Three bottles of wine, on me, and I’ll hand roll a blunt that will blow your socks off.”

“What happened to not wanting me to lose my no-weed streak?”

“I never said I’d let you smoke it, I just said I’d hand roll it and you’d be super impressed by my skills.”

You let out a laugh. It’s shocking how much your opinion of him has changed in a few short hours. You can’t believe how comfortable he’s making you feel.

“Fine. Three bottles,” you agree.

John grabs two more to join the one in your hand, and you head to the checkout. As you’re waiting in line, his phone rings, and he brings it to his ear.

“Hey, Mark…” John’s eyes meet yours. “I mean, I’m kind of busy… You really need it huh? Okay, give me a sec.” The plug presses his phone to his chest. “I’ve got a buddy who wants to link up. He lives pretty close by. It would take like… ten or fifteen minutes max. You good with that?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Sounds okay.”

John lifts his phone back to his ear. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You better be waiting outside though, I told you I’m busy.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in the front passenger’s seat of John’s truck as he pulls up in front of an apartment building. A man in a hoodie and baseball cap is standing there, and he quickly gets into the back, giving you an odd look.

“Mark, this is sweet thing. Sweet thing, this is Mark,” John says smoothly.

“Dude. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

John ignores the comment. “How much are you spending today?”

“Five hundred.” Mark pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket. 

“The usual?” John asks, reaching down for the duffle by your feet.

“Half shrooms, quarter indica flower, quarter butter or shatter, whatever you think is best today.” 

“You got it.” John sets the duffle gently on your lap, rifling through it. He begins to pull things out, like a jar full of weed. As John sections it off into bags, Mark leans forward to get a better look at you.

“Sorry for interrupting your plans,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s okay,” you assure him.

“You guys up to anything fun?”

“Movie night,” John answers, tossing a baggie of weed back at his friend. 

“Nice.” Mark nods to himself, waiting patiently. 

Soon, John’s fulfilled the order. Mark hands the cash to the plug, and with one final nod and half smile, he gets out of the car. 

“So…” John’s hand returns to the wheel. “Movie night?”

You’re two glasses of wine into the movie when John begins to roll a joint. He’s seated next to you on the couch, his thigh just touching yours as he bends over the coffee table. For a guy with such large hands, he’s more adept than you would have thought he’d be at the fine-tuned movements needed to make the perfect joint.

You’re more enthralled by him than the movie at this point, and you can’t help the way your body reacts when he lifts up his nearly finished product to swipe his tongue across the paper. He seals the joint masterfully before turning to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna pop onto your deck for a moment to smoke this.”

“I’ll join you,” you tell him immediately, pausing the movie to stand up.

You follow him outside, momentarily taken aback by how cold it’s gotten. 

John pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and after one sharp flick, he begins to smoke the joint.

You like the way his jaw looks in the shadows of light from the deck lamp. He’s so handsome and regal-

The cloud of smoke he exhales is bigger than anything you’d ever be able to do yourself, and even that is sexy in some odd way.

“You’re really not going to give me a hit?” you ask.

“Nope.” John looks at you with a lazy expression and a half smile. “You’re the good girl, and I’m the bad guy, remember.”

“Bad guy,” you scoff. 

“Why are you laughing, sweet thing? I’m a plug with tattoos. I’m bad.”

“You’re a softie.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Says who?”

“Says me,” you insist.

“Yeah? And how do you figure?”

You think about it for a moment before responding. “You’ve taken care of me today… even though you didn’t have to.”

“Well, I wanted to.” John takes another puff, blowing it in your face. “It was pretty self-serving actually.”

You roll your eyes, waving away the smoke. “Sure it was, John.”

“Johnny,” he says quietly. “Call me Johnny.”

You stare at him, taking in his pretty face, the way his perfect lips wrap around the joint when he takes a puff. “Johnny… be for real. Why are you here?”

He lets out a laugh, but there’s little humor in it. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You shake your head, holding your breath while you wait for him to elaborate.

Johnny sighs. “Look. I’ve always liked you. I liked having you come around, needing an explanation about weed, and joints versus blunts, and indica versus sativa- it was like… it was like having a little bit of sunshine every once in a while. Then you stopped buying, and I was happy about that, but I also wasn’t. Hadn’t heard from you in months, didn’t have your number, couldn’t ask your cousin about you- you texted, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and I came up and saw you were alone- and… I don’t know… I just hate missed opportunities, and I couldn’t let this one pass me by.”

You’re really not sure what to say. His demeanor is usually kind of joking, he’s the type to always have a smile- but right now, he’s not smiling, not joking- he’s being dead serious. 

“I’m happy I messaged you.” You feel stupid as the words leave your lips, but they bring back Johnny’s boyish grin.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” you step closer, looking up at the tall plug. “Thanks for taking me out for drinks.”

“It would have been a crime to leave a sweet thing like you alone on Valentine’s Day, and trust me, I know all about crime.”

God, he’s such a goof. Why is he so endearing?

“Do you know about shotgunning?” you ask.

Johnny’s brows furrow for a second. “I’m shocked you know about shotgunning.” 

“Do you wanna try it?”

The plug looks you up and down. “Is this a ploy to get at my joint?”

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head. 

Johnny leans forward, meeting your eyes as his lips almost brush past your own. “Liar.”

He pulls away, slotting the joint in his mouth. He watches you while taking a long drag. Then he’s removing the joint and bending down again, meeting your gaze. 

You lean forward, reaching to gently grab at his shoulders. Your heart is racing a million miles a minute in your chest, and you do your best to exhale, although it comes out shaky.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

Johnny doesn’t have to be told twice, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales the smoke into your lungs and you do your best to breathe it in, but Johnny’s so much bigger than you, and you have to pull away before he’s completely finished his breath.

You sputter a little, feeling tears in your eyes. There’s a rush through your body, and you feel a little wobbly, but your grip on Johnny keeps you standing. 

“John-” As soon as you’ve recovered, he’s kissing you again, but this time, it’s not for the purpose of shotgunning.

This time, he’s kissing you like he means it. 

Like he needs it.

His large hand cups your cheek, and he releases a soft groan when you kiss him back, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders to pull him closer. 

He tastes like weed and wine, and oddly enough it’s not a bad combination. As his tongue swipes past your lip and you open your mouth for him, you find yourself releasing a groan of pleasure. 

Johnny returns the sound. In the periphery, you’re aware of him flicking the joint to the ground in favour of grabbing you with both hands. First, he cups your hips, pulling you flush against him, but after a moment, he reaches down to squeeze your ass too.

You go for a breather, and he takes the opportunity to kiss your throat, teasing his tongue against your skin and making you shiver in the cold evening air.

“You know…” you thread your fingers through his hair, “if you won’t give me drugs to use for happy chemicals, the least you could do is give me an orgasm.”

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look at you with eyes that somehow sparkle. “I thought that was a given, sweet thing.”

“It better be,” you tease, cupping the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours again.

This time, when the kiss deepens and Johnny bends down to cup your ass, he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He pushes the door open behind you, taking you back inside.

You’re so lost in his lips you almost don’t realize he’s moved past your couch, and then he’s gently laying you onto your bed. “So how do you like it?” he asks, pulling away so he can tear his hoodie and shirt off, revealing a toned chest, and all the tattoos you’ve been itching to see.

“I like it any way you want to give it to me. Dealers choice.”

Johnny lets out a laugh. “You’re cute.”

“You’re cute,” you retort, hooking your fingers in his belt to draw him closer again.

Johnny presses a hand to the bed by your head, bending over you so he can kiss you. Your thighs wrap around him, pulling him fully on top of you while you’re locked in the hottest tongue battle of your life.

He’s just so big and sexy- the weight of him is enough to have you gasping, even though he’s still holding himself up with his elbow now propped into the bed. 

His free hand finds your hip, slipping under your shirt to trace your skin. Each brush of his fingers builds the fire in the pit of your stomach, and as he slowly moves to grasp your breast, you find yourself almost dying with need for him. 

You whimper lewdly against his lips, pushing your chest up toward his palm. With a bra in the way, you can’t get the proper stimulus against your nipple, and within moments of him massaging your tits, you begin to tear your shirt off, needing more.

Johnny helps you remove the fabric, tossing it to the side so his mouth can find your throat. “You’re so pretty,” he muses, reaching under you to undo the clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, fuck- let's get naked.” 

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look down at you. “You sure you didn’t drink too much wine, sweet thing?”

“I’m mostly sober.”

“And that shotgunning didn’t make you needy?”

“You make me needy,” you insist, cupping his face. “You know how you said you were into me months ago? When we first met, I swear I thought you were the sexiest plug I’d ever seen.”

“Probably the only plug you’d ever seen,” Johnny points out with a grin.

“John,” you meet his gaze, “earlier, when you first got here, I wasn’t even sure if I should invite you up. I was worried I’d lose my self-control and jump you or something- trust me, the physical attraction has always been there, but… getting to know you today, I like who you are inside too… so, just fuck me, yeah?”

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to us lonely hearts, huh?” 

Instead of answering, you kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair. Johnny groans when you tug gently, and he grinds his hips down against your own. You can feel the bulge of his cock as it drags against your core, and you’re pretty sure your panties are going to be ruined after this.

You can’t help yourself, you trace your hand down from his shoulders to his chest, then his abdomen- then you cup his cock, applying pressure that has him moaning again, thrusting against your hand for friction.

“I think I kind of want you in my mouth,” you admit breathlessly.

“That’s funny, I want you in mine.”

You think about it for a moment. “Sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, you’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

You can only grin, heart thundering in your chest as you push at Johnny’s shoulders, prompting him to roll onto his back.

“You take off your pants, and I’ll take off mine,” you suggest, getting off of him so you can work on your jeans.

Johnny doesn’t need to be told twice, and you watch the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he hurries to get naked. 

He’d never actually taken off your bra, so you do that yourself. In moments, you’re both completely nude.

You stare at Johnny, taking in his cock. 

He’s rock-hard and huge. It makes you excited, but you’re also not sure how well you’ll be able to take him. He must be at least seven or eight inches, and thick too, with a pretty mushroom tip that’s already leaking precum. 

He grins at your reaction. “Think you can handle this, sweet thing?”

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit.”

“You got that right,” he laughs. “Now come sit on my face, wanna taste that pretty pussy.”

There’s something so suave about half-baked Johnny. He speaks with an almost melodic tone, it’s deep and sensual, and your pussy throbs just from the words coming out of his mouth.

As you crawl onto the bed, getting into position, his hands are careful against your form, helping you settle as you swing a thigh over his head, hovering your core over his mouth. Instead of waiting for you to sit down, Johnny lifts himself up a little, burying his face in your pussy before you can even touch his cock.

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing the base of his length as he pushes his tongue deep inside of you, licking the length of your slit. 

You would love nothing more than to enjoy his mouth on you for hours- but you have your own job to do, and you’re already drooling. You bring his mushroom tip to your lips, gently licking at him.

Johnny’s large hands find your ass, and he squeezes you gently. “No teasing,” he mumbles, and the vibration against your clit has you squirming down on his face.

You take him into your mouth, sucking on the tip and twirling your tongue. Johnny immediately releases a groan before diving back into your pussy. He grabs your hips pulling you down tighter against his face.

It’s hard to know what to focus on. He feels so good with his mouth worshiping your pussy, but at the same time, you’re kind of obsessed with sucking his cock. He’s so huge, and you want to see how much you can take. You sink further onto his length, feeling your lips stretch at the intrusion-

God, he’s going to absolutely wreck your pussy. You can’t even fit half of him in your mouth before he’s hitting the back of your throat, and as you constrict around him, he releases lewd sounds of pleasure that have your core practically throbbing with need.

You pull off of him, if only to collect your saliva as lube so you can stroke what your mouth can’t reach. Taking a breath and steadying yourself, you grind gently against his tongue, moaning loudly. Then you take him past your lips again, getting lost in the act of simultaneous giving and receiving.

You’re lost in him, so lost that you don’t even know how long you’ve been in this position- but you can feel an orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time Johnny focuses on your clit.

You find yourself grinding harder against his face, and as the feeling builds, you can’t help but pull off of his cock, gasping and moaning. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me,” he groans, squeezing your ass as he kitten licks your clit. “Don’t hold back. Cum on my face, sweet thing, give me everything.”

You’re stroking his cock mindlessly, your muscles tensing as Johnny takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking-

“Oh my God-” you whimper, toes curling-

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave. It tingles through every inch of your being, throbbing out from your core. You and Johnny both release groans of satisfaction, and the knowledge that he’s enjoying having you cum on his face only makes your pussy clench tighter.

You’re practically riding his tongue now, chasing the last inklings of your high until you’re absolutely breathless. 

Johnny presses one last kiss to your clit, and then he’s tapping your ass gently. “Gonna roll onto your back and let me fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“God, yes,” you groan. Your legs are shaky but you get off of Johnny’s face, collapsing next to him. 

“Damn, sweet thing, that was a good one, huh?” Johnny laughs, sitting up and stroking your thigh.

“So good,” you whimper, still feeling the aftershocks.

Johnny gets between your legs, elbow pressing into the bed next to your head as he dips close to kiss your neck. “The way you were grinding against my face was so fucking hot.”

“Johnny-” You wrap your legs around him, feeling absolutely desperate for his cock.

“You’ll have to be a little patient for me, sweet thing,” Johnny sighs, one large hand cupping your breast and teasing past your nipple. “I’ve gotta stretch you out before you can take me.”

“What if I want you now?”

“Like I said,” his breath is hot against your throat, “you’ll have to be patient.”

“What if I want you to wreck me?”

Johnny laughs, pulling away to look at you. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you, angel?”

You trace your fingers along the fine line, black and white, Japanese Oni mask tattoo that sits on his chest between his defined pectoral muscles. “Not when it comes to you.” 

The plug simply grins at your words, his hand trailing down until it reaches your core. Two thick fingers prod at your opening, and you spread your legs even wider to accommodate him. He teasingly dips the first digit inside of you and you release a moan at how good it feels, but he’s quick to pull it out and circle your clit.

“You know what you said earlier?”

He lets out a humming sound.

“About not teasing?” you correct. “If you’re making me wait for you to prep me, you better not take your sweet time with it.”

“You’ll have to let me take my time with you next time then.”

“Next time?” You cock a brow.

“Yeah,” Johnny ghosts his lips over your own. “Next time.”

“Deal, now finger fuck me open then give me your cock.”

“Jesus, I love it when you talk dirty,” Johnny groans, dipping his finger into your core again. “Tell me more.”

“You just feel so fucking good,” you groan, swiveling your hips. “Even one finger- you’re just so big- Johnny, how are you so big?”

“You haven’t really experienced the Big yet,” John points out, adding a second digit that he scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him.

In response, you reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him gently. “I’m gonna feel you inside me for days after this.”

“Especially if you let me fuck you tomorrow, and the day after- you could feel me forever if you wanted to.”

“Forever, huh?” You let out a whimper as his digits work harder inside of you, crooking up to stroke your g spot with shocking precision. 

“I’m still a little high, it’s making me… too honest.”

“I like honest,” you admit, cupping his face with your free hand, drawing his lips to yours. “I like you.”

“I like you too,” he whispers, kissing you deeper as he finger fucks you faster. “Okay, sweet thing, I think you’re just about ready for me- dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m ready,” you assure him, staring into those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

“Should I grab a condom?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t fuck around that often. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

You giggle. “I’ve sort of noticed that.”

He kisses you again. “I can still grab a condom though.”

“No, I’m on birth control. I want you to fill me up with cock and cum until it’s all I can think about.”

“I can do that.” Johnny pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and before he can lick them clean, you grab his wrist and guide them to your own mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You groan around his digits, sucking them clean. When you’re done, Johnny grabs your jaw, drawing your lips to his so he can taste you, his tongue gliding against your own. 

You’ve still got his cock in your hand, and you pump him gently, adjusting against the blanket to get closer to him so you can guide his tip toward your core.

Johnny takes the hint, and he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His gaze dips to where your bodies meet, and he allows you most of the control as you drag his cock through your folds. “You really want this?”

“Just fuck me, John. Please don’t make me beg.”

He pushes forward, the tip of his cock sheathing in your tight core. “Holy shit,” Johnny groans.

“More.” 

Johnny can only laugh, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours as he thrusts deeper into you. The two of you hold your breath as inch after inch stretches you open. You’re so wet, and it makes the process easier, but you can still feel Johnny everywhere.

You’re a wriggling, moaning mess by the time he’s fully inside of you.

Johnny’s breath is hot against your skin, and his chest is rising and falling with effort, his bicep bulging next to your head. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Can I-”

“Rail me. Break my back. Murder my pussy.”

Johnny laughs, pressing his lips to yours to shut you up as he begins to move his hips, pulling out only to thrust back in. You can feel your insides practically quivering with each drag of his length against your walls. He’s so big, and you’re stretched to the brink- the vein along the underside of his cock is an added stimulus that has your toes curling already.

You’ll never be the same after this.

No one’s cock is ever going to compare and you just know it.

Johnny’s lips can’t muffle the sounds of pleasure still escaping you, and you grab at his broad shoulders, tracing your nails against his skin.

It’s so easy to get lost in Johnny. He makes you feel safe, and the pleasure he’s giving you has time flying by like nothing else. Johnny’s mouth goes to your throat, teasing the spot that has you moaning even louder.

“Can I flip you over? Wanna see that ass.”

“Do anything you want with me,” you tell him, and you mean it.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls out of you. His large hands find your hips. He manhandles you over, pulling your ass back and up so he can push into you again. 

“Fuck,” you groan, grabbing at the bed sheets. “You’re even deeper like this-”

Each time his front meets your ass, the slapping sound turns you on even more. He’s practically rearranging your guts like this, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Do you wanna rub your clit for me, sweet thing?” Johnny asks. “You’re so fucking tight around me, and I’m so sensitive when I smoke- not sure I’ll be able to last long, and I want you to cum with me. Wanna feel this pretty pussy all clenched and dripping-”

Every word has your body tingling, and you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. 

“Johnny-” you whimper.

“That’s it, angel. You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He grabs fistfuls of your ass, squeezing in a way that has you crying out. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me!”

“Who’s taking this cock so fucking good?”

“Me!” 

“Fuck-” Johnny lets go of your ass, wrapping a hand around your throat. He helps lift you up until your back is curved, shoulders pressed to his chest. His lips find your neck, hand dipping down to grasp your breast roughly, pinching your nipple.

“I’m gonna-”

“I know, sweet thing, me too-” He’s fucking into you like a god damned fuck machine, and each circle of your fingers on your clit has you closer and closer to the edge- “Fuck, okay, I’m there- shit, yeah, I’m there- you’re gonna cum with me, right? Gonna cum on my cock and let me fill you up?”

All you can do is whimper, your body fulfilling his ask before your brain can even fully process it. Your core clamps down hard on his cock, and Johnny releases a deep groan in your ear. He holds you close, squeezing you as his thrusts get erratic.

You can feel him cumming deep inside of you, and you’ve never felt this cock drunk in your life. 

Nothing matters except Johnny and his huge cock filling you up to the brink. His lips are hot on your throat, and he fucks you through your highs, your pussy fluttering around him as wave upon wave of pleasure rocks through you.

As you both finish, he pushes himself fully inside of you. You can feel his cock throbbing, and his groans are music to your ears. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers, letting out a soft laugh as he nuzzles against your cheek.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, grabbing the hand on your breast and lifting it to your lips so you can kiss his palm.

He holds you for a few more moments, then he gently lowers you to the bed, cock still inside of you. “I’m gonna pull out,” he says, smoothing a hand over your ass. “You don’t mind if I watch it drip out of you for a second, right?”

“I’m just laying here,” you smile against the quilt. 

Even so, it feels like a loss as he takes his cock out of your aching pussy. His hands are on your ass and he spreads your cheeks. “Fuck, sweet thing. This is the prettiest view in the whole fucking world.”

When you’d texted Johnny earlier for a link-up, you’d never expected this. Never expected to see this softer side of him. 

You’re so fucking happy you reached out- he provided more than what you’d asked for.

“I busted a fat load in you, angel,” Johnny laughs, his thumb moving to rub your clit, causing you to whine and push back against him. “How about we go for a shower. I can wash you up, eat you out some more-”

“Damn, Johnny, are you pussy drunk?”

“Uh huh.” He leans over you, kissing up your spine and to your shoulder. “Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet, we should make the most out of it, right?”

You get the sneaking suspicion that you’re going to be making the most out of it with Johnny for many days to come, Valentine’s Day be damned. God. Your cousin is going to have a freak when she hears about this.

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You’ve gotten accustomed to your plug boyfriend. You’d only been dating for a month when he’d officially asked you to be his, but you know the two of you were exclusive to each other since that very first night you’d fucked. 

Being with John is pretty easy- but his odd work schedule can be a bit of a pain. He never knows how busy he’s going to be, so you can plan date nights, but sometimes he has to push it back a few hours to do unexpected late-night deliveries.

If you’d been cock drunk for him after the first time he’d fucked you, you’re even more dependent on him now.

No drug in the world could fill you up and give you the pleasure that Johnny’s cock does, and you’ve become a little impatient when you have to wait for him to complete deliveries… although, you’d never bring it up with him

You know being a plug is his job. It’s what pays the bills and allows him to dote on you in ways you’d scarcely been able to imagine before meeting him.

Even so, you can feel your skin crawling, pussy practically aching with anticipation as he completes the last handful of orders for the night. He’d initially wanted to be over at your place by seven, but it’s nearly ten now, and you’re three hours behind on the fuck marathon you’d planned.

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Eddie's Vest

18+

(reader x steve harrington)

You and Steve were currently in his car on the way to his house. Today was probably one of the scariest days of your life. With Steve getting dragged underwater and almost killed by a demon bat, it was safe to say today made the top 3 most scariest days of your life. The roads were quiet, practically no one else around. You kept glancing over at Steve making sure he was ok. 

You had offered to drive due to his injuries, however, he was more worried about your “severe” injuries (a few scratches). His eyebrows were furrowed as he was focusing on the road. He had one hand on the wheel, while his other arm was bent, leaving his elbow to rest where the window was rolled down. The shadows from the moon brought out how toned and muscular they were. You move your eyes further down to his chest. 

His chest hair was exposed because of the vest Eddie left him (which you’ll thank him later for). That vest had been distracting you all day. Constantly catching glances and staring for too long. You really couldn’t help it, he just looked insanely hot doing anything with it on. The big white bandage on his stomach brought you back from your ogling. Steve felt your stare, knowing already what you were looking at. He turned to you. 

“Hey,” He said as he put his hand on your bare thigh. You look away quickly, looking down at your fingers. “I’m gonna be just fine ok, don’t worry.” He said softly. His big brown eyes going between your face and the road.

You bite your lip as you shake your head. “I should’ve done more to stop you, you should have never swam down there by yourself.” Now feeling angry at yourself and Steve for being so stubborn.

“I’m still here baby I-“ 

You snap your head to look at him. “What if something horrible happened to you? Huh? What then?” Your tone was firm and loud. Your look was half angry and half sad. Your emotions are all over the place at this point. Steve notices your look. 

You both know that you wouldn’t have been able to stop him. He understands your concern and worries for him, but someone had to do it. You both stare at each other for a bit before Steve sighs and looks back at the road, too tired to feed into your lecture. You huff at his silence before looking out your window. You move your legs to face the car door, shrugging Steve’s hand off in the process. 

“Seriously babe? Can we not do this right now” Steve says. You can hear the slight irritation in his voice. You both know there is no hatred around the words and actions, rather this lecture is out of pure love. You love Steve and Steve loves you. Had anything happened to him today, you would never be able to forgive yourself.

Your anger towards yourself is being taken out on him. Not to mention your fear of what’s to come with battling the Upside Down. You’re so focused on your thoughts that you don’t even feel the tears escape your eyes. Your sniffling caught Steve’s attention. As he looks over at you, his face softens.

“Oh baby don’t cry.” His voice is soft and comforting. He grabs one of your hands and brings it towards his face. He brings it to his lips and gives the back of your hand a few sweet kisses before he rubs your hand on the side of his face.

You peer out the window, noticing Steve turning to pull into an empty parking lot. He parks the car and lets go of your hand. He then pushes his seat back, away from the steering wheel. 

Steve reaches his hand over to pet your hair before putting it behind your ear. You finally turn your head to face him, your lip trembling, your eyes a little red. Your face breaks his heart.

“Please let me hold you.” He begs. That was enough for you to climb over the middle and straddle him, being very cautious of his injury. You wrap your arms around his neck, immediately sighing in relief. Steve immediately wraps his big arms around your shoulders and lower back. You two have not stopped for a second during this chaos to even give each other a much-needed hug. You both fell into a long and comfortable silence, matching each other’s breathing patterns. 

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He says in almost a whisper. He rubs your back soothingly. 

“It was so scary,” you’re voice cracks. 

“I know baby, I know.” He says as he hugs you tighter. He presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“I don’t want any more people to get hurt, I just want it to be over with.” If anyone can understand your stress right now it’s Steve. He just wants to be able to live a normal life with you. Without these dangerous missions and having to constantly look over his shoulders. He knows how exhausted you are from having constant nightmares and how you let your overthinking thoughts take over. Steve grabs your face with his hands and moves your face to face his. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you okay? We are gonna get through this.” You look away from his gaze with a slight pout. Steve brings you in for a kiss. 

“Turn off that pretty brain of yours ok? Just relax for me.” He goes back in for a kiss, this time it’s longer and deeper. It’s the kinda kiss that can make you go dumb. The kiss starts to get faster, all that can be heard is heavy breathing. The energy in the car shifted so quickly. He pulls away and leans back against the seat while you lean the opposite way, your arms holding onto his knees to stabilize. 

You both look at each other up and down. Steve now getting an idea of how to distract you from your thoughts. He leans up, wrapping his hand around your neck, and smashes your lips back into his making you whine. Steve moves down from your lips to your throat, kissing that spot that turns you into putty. You let out a breathy moan.

“I like that vest on you.” You say. Steve lets out a breathy laugh against your neck. “You look hot in it.”  

“Oh yeah?” He mumbles against your neck. Steve’s hands move to your hips, grinding your hips against his cock that is now hard. Steve goes back to roughly making out with you. This goes on for a bit before Steve reaches a hand under your skirt and lace panties to feel you. 

“You must really love this vest.” You’re practically soaking now. You moan at the contact finally getting some relief. You felt yourself getting wetter with each touch. He continues his circular motions before moving his fingers towards your wet opening. He starts off with one finger. The contact making you instinctively lift up. 

“Relax for me baby,” He whispers in your ear. You lean yourself back into the position you were in before, making you feel more exposed to him even though your clothes are still on.

“Fuck your so wet.” He goes in with a second finger, thrusting them deeper and faster. You roll your head back, moaning. Steve’s other hand gripping at your hip to steady you. He then adds a third finger and uses his thumb to brush other your clit. This makes your hips buck up and grind against his hand.

“Oh fuck- Steve” you moan louder. You look down at where everything is happening. Your skirt drapes perfectly over the dirty scene below you. You bunch up the bottom of your skirt together and hold it up reveal the not so pure actions happening underneath it. 

“Oh shit honey that’s so fucking hot” Steve chuckles, quickening the pace of his fingers. A squelching noise now echoes throughout his car. You clench around his fingers. So close to your climax. He brings the hand that was gripping your hip to your mouth. Steve rubs his thumb over your lips. You immediately wrap your lips around it, moaning as you swirl your tongue around it. 

“Fuck baby come for me.” Steve says, eyes stuck on your mouth. You moan around his finger. He continues his fast and hard pace to help you ride out your high. 

After you come down from your high, he removes his fingers and brings them to his lips. He moans at your taste.  Now impatient, he quickly lifts his body to remove his pants and underwear. His hard cock slaps at his stomach. His tip was red, dripping with pre cum. You lift yourself up on your knees while Steve lines himself up with you. You lower yourself down on him, catching his tip before sinking down on him. You both gasp at the contact. There was barely any pain as Steve worked you up well. Once you’re fully seated on his cock, you take a minute to compose yourself. 

“Fuck your so big.” You whine as you shove your face in the crook of his neck. You and Steve have had sex manyyyy times, but there’s no denying how heavy and big he always feels inside of you. Steve’s hands find their place on your hips squeezing tightly.

Once you get used to his size, you begin to lift up and sink back down. You go slow, still cautious of his injury. But Steve needs more. He loves how caring you are and how you’re trying not to hurt him but he can’t wait any longer. Steve reaches over to pull the lever of the seat to lower it more. He then plants his feet on a higher platform and starts thrusting up into you and hard. 

“O-oh shhitt”. You let out a high pitch moan. Steve wraps his hand around your throat. 

“Yea? You like when I fuck you hard like that? Fuck all of those bad thoughts out of that pretty head of yours? Hm?” He literally growls at you. You feel hot all over now. You brace yourself on the arm rest. Your mind goes completely blank now, only thing you can process is how good he’s fucking you.

“L-love it. I love it Stevie please.” You moan. Both of your eyes are hooded, completely fucked out as you stare into each other’s eyes. You feel his big, hairy thighs slapping a the back of yours. He starts hitting that sweet spot inside of you causing you to roll your eyes back. You clench hard around him.

“Oh fuck baby do that again-shit.” He says as he throws his head back. You clench around him again. He groans a bunch of curse words as he reaches under you to start giving attention to your clit. 

“Oh fuck I’m gonna come please please-oh shit." You can’t even control what comes out of your mouth anymore. Whining and babbling pleads. Your mind feels like mush at this point. You’re overwhelmed with all of the different sensations. 

“Yea you gonna make a mess all over my cock? Come on pretty girl come for me.” Your second orgasm hits you hard, legs jerking on either side of him. Your pussy milking around his cock, practically begging him to release inside of you. Steve’s thrust becomes sloppy, signaling he’s close.

“Please Steve fill me up, fill me up so deep please.” That pushes Steve over the edge. His grip around your body tightens, bringing you chest to chest. He fills your ear with groans as you feel his cum fill you up. He gave you one final thrust before stilling inside of you. You both relax against each other, taking a moment to catch your breaths. Steve is the first to break the silence.

“Remind me to thank Eddie for this vest.”

[napakmahal]

Baby Fever

This may or may not be a call out towards myself cause I will swear up and down I don’t want kids then see a baby in public and be like “goo goo gaga”

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that working on slow days is beyond boring. What’s even worse is when the only people that come in on slow days are shitty customers.

“The manners of today’s working class have depleted in ways I cannot fathom!” Hiro came bursting into the back of the café restaurant with a look of disbelief on his face.

Without looking up from his phone, Tadashi answered “Wow those are some big words, little brother, I’m impressed.”

“Shut up!”

You laughed while sitting on the wooden countertop, arms hugging your boyfriend’s back. “What happened?”

Hiro plopped down on the stool in front of the sink and started to rant. “This woman comes in here and she bought a mocha latté and then complained about it being six dollars. Like I’m the one who makes the fricken prices! Surprise, surprise she didn’t have enough. So what did she do? SHE REACHED INTO THE TIP JAR AND GRABBED TWO DOLLARS! But then after I took her order and started making her drink, she followed me around the entire time watching me. She pointed at the simple syrup and was like ‘Can you add another pump?’ LIKE UNLESS YOU’RE GOING TO PAY THE EXTRA 25 CENTS NO I CANNOT! And when I finally gave it to her she said I took too long and that the place down the street makes them faster and they taste better. THEN GO THERE AND STOP WRINGING OUT MY PATIENCE!”

By the end of his story, you and Tadashi were losing your minds over how hard you were laughing. Granted, Hiro being upset wasn’t funny but his storytelling abilities were unmatched.

Customers could be very difficult and earlier that day someone had told Tadashi they wanted a manager because they were being pissy about not being able to get a refund on a drink they ordered and drank half of. If it were any other day, he would have just gone to get his Aunt. But Aunt Cass went out for a girl’s day with her friends since all of them happened to be in town and relatively free at the same time. As you get older, hanging out with friends is a privilege.

A couple of dings from the bell on the front counter rang signaling the arrival of a customer. Hiro’s fight of flight sense kicked in and he practically jumped off the floor.

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m not taking them, my workday is over.”

“What?” Your boyfriend looked at his little brother. “It’s been two hours!”

“Yes Tadashi, it has been two hours!” He hissed. “Two hours of my life I will never get back. These people are insane!”

Hiro took off and locked himself in the walk-in pantry. He then proceeded to slam his face into an unopened bag of flour and scream his heart out.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so dramatic.” Tadashi stared at the door of the pantry, listening to his little brother’s muffled cries.

The bell was still ringing outside, the customer was still waiting. You laughed into Tadashi’s back, taking in his smell. Tadashi’s a clean person and not only that, his natural body smell is just pleasant. Just about everything you own smells like him, and you love it.

“Do you want me to get it?” You mumbled against his cardigan.

Your boyfriends turned around to look at you. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Just to help out.” You shrugged.

“Hun, you don’t work here. You really don’t have to.”

You scoffed, “You don’t work here either. Technically.”

“But I live here, so I kinda have to.”

“Tadashi, I practically live here.”

He laughed at that. It was pretty true. The only times you ever really went home were to get things you didn’t have, do your laundry, or if you felt like they were getting sick of you. Plus you never really feel like that anymore because the last time you said you feared Aunt Cass wanted you out of her house she almost started crying. She was afraid she’d done something to make you feel unwelcomed. Besides, you’re her girl in a house full of boys and their bots.

“Are you sure? I can get it, or force Hiro to do it.”

“No, it’s not a big deal.”

He leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “Okay, thank you hunny. I appreciate you so much.”

You walked outside the curtain only to be met with a young couple and their baby. He was holding onto her and trying to rip away a claw clip from her baby grip.

“Yeah, mommy’s clip is pretty.” He said in a small voice. “But we can’t eat it though.”

“What is she doing?” The mom asked looking back at her partner and their baby.

“Trying to eat your clip. I’m telling you she’s going to get sick, last night it was the pen then-”

“Hi there!” You walked towards them smiling. “So sorry about the wait.”

The mom shook her head. “No, it’s fine. We were trying to calm her down anyway.”

“What can I get you guys?”

They went on to order one green apple Italian soda with redbull, an iced hazelnut coffee, and a small warm almond milk with a cake pop. The entire time you were making their drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the babbling of their baby. She was adorable, dressed in a pink sundress and flower-shaped sunglasses. Everything from the sound of the blender to the noise the can of Red Bull made when popped open made her giggle.

During that entire time, you couldn’t help but wonder: What if Tadashi and you had a baby? What would you name them? If it was a boy, then you could name them after him or Hiro. Naomi was a beautiful name for a girl. You could buy them little themed onesies and decorate their rooms. They would say ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ because it’s beyond simple to connect with Tadashi. And they could go to school and crush their science department and say it’s because their dad is a genius.

By the time you snapped back into reality, you’d already made all their drinks and made sure to cool down the small milk for the baby. When you placed everything on the dropoff, the little girl reached her hand down from where she was being held and poked the back of your wrist with her tiny finger.

“Hello there!” You smiled at her. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Your face only made her start to giggle and placed her hand on her chin and flicked it outwards. Thank you in sign language. In return, you placed your hand flat on your chin and pulled it down towards your chest to say ‘You’re welcome’.

“She’s beautiful.” You spoke to her parents. “What’s her name?”

“This is Nyla,” Her mom smiled at her baby. “She just turned ten months, so we’re almost there.”

You gently clapped your hands together, “Oh that’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“What about you?” Nyla’s dad asked.

Her mom joined in on the questioning. “Any little ones?”

You almost choked on your own saliva at their question. I guess to them it didn’t seem too extreme. They barely looked three years older than you.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t been with my current boyfriend long enough for that. And I don’t even know if he wants any.”

Nyla’s mom gave you a sympathetic face. “Well, if you end up wanting any I hope the process is smooth.”

You thanked them and signed “bye” to Nyla. Despite them being gone, the baby fever they’d given you without trying lingered all the way into the night.

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While you were lying on your boyfriend’s bed scrolling on your phone through countless baby videos and falling down the rabbit hole of how skin-to-skin connection works and how to swaddle them correctly so they don’t scratch themselves when they sleep. As your back was turned you felt a dent in the bed as your boyfriend started kissing your back from your tailbone to your shoulder blades.

“What ya’ lookin’ at hun?” He plopped down next to you and started snaking his arms around your waist.

“Just scrolling,” You kept your answer vague out of fear of freaking him out. “Hey, did you know that if you rub a teething baby’s mouth with warm garlic it will make them feel better than cold cloths?”

Tadashi kissed the side of your jaw, the tingle of his minty toothpaste prickling your skin. “I did not, that’s pretty cool.”

“When you swaddle babies you’re supposed to get them little mittens because they have really sharp fingernails.” You added.

Tadashi’s face contorted with confusion. “Why all this baby talk? What are you watching?”

“Just a bunch of baby videos.”

“Why?”

You sighed and put the phone down to turn your body down and look him in the eyes. “Well, while I was helping those customers earlier. They had such a cute baby and we just talking about having kids and stuff and I think they gave me like- baby fever or something.”

To your surprise, he started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” You poked.

“I’m sorry,” He grabbed your wrists. “I didn’t mean to laugh, you just caught me off guard.”

Your heart flipped in your chest out of nervousness. Had you freaked him out? “Is that bad?”

“No, no it’s not.” He assured you. “So, you want a baby?”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I mean, right now yeah but then I think about like the birth process and then I’m like ‘nuh unh.’”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’d make a fantastic mom.” Tadashi smiled into your neck.

You leaned over and rammed your head into his stomach. “Can we have one?”

The feeling of Tadashi’s stomach fluctuating while he laughed pushed against your head. “Maybe later, hun.”

“So you do want kids?”

He grabbed you by the face and forced you to look back up at him. “Yeah, I’ve told you that before. I’ve said I want a daughter, and I want her to look like you, and I want to decorate her room and throw her birthdays, and go to all her school and sports events.”

“I want her to have your nose.” You admitted.

Tadashi started laughing and shaking his head. “No, no she will get bullied. Trust me I know.”

“No matter son or daughter, they should take Japanese lessons.” You added.

“Yeahhhh,” Tadashi breathed through his teeth. He knew enough Japanese to ask someone for very general directions. But the second a native speaker started talking a little too fast, all his comprehension skills started to deplete.

You could have kids in future years, when you had a shared place and both of you were done with school. Besides, it’s not like anything at all could break the two of you apart.

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Chapter 5- Abu Dhabi

Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates (GST- UTC/GMT +4).

7:05 PM

As soon as the race ended, Lando turned off the engine of his car and turned on his own engine. There was no time left to congratulate Max or console Lewis. "Lando! Where are you going?" Charlotte shouted running after him "I have to go back to my hotel room" "What?! Why?!" "I must get on a plane in 50 minutes!" "He shouted back "You have what?! Lando, can you please wait for me?" he stopped to wait for her "Thanks" he started walking again "What do you mean by catching a plane?" "I am going to Santorini" "It's the last race you don't need to anticipate holidays" "I do have" "And can I know why?" "If I don't catch this plane, I won't be in Greece till today" "Why do you need to be in Greece that night?" "So she will not sleep with the Italian hot lad" "What?! Who?" "A girl who I used to go out with" "What's about her?" "I can't let her sleep with him" he said taking his racing suit off, she turned her back "She used to be your girlfriend?' "No" "So what do you have to do with her sexual life?" he stopped for a minute "Cause she was supposed to be with me" Charlotte felt his feelings "Lando…" "It's my fault" he continued to dress his regular clothes "She tried to take me out last week and I made up a ridiculous excuse" he finished dressing "Now I have to fix it" She turned to face him "I see that you have feelings for her, but…" he touched her shoulder "no Charlie, I just need to have her. Otherwise, I will drive insane" She took his hand off her shoulder, such a womanizer "... But, I can't let you" "I am going anyway" "Lando!" "Charlotte!" She breathed deeply "Please don't make anything ridiculous" he hugged her "Love you" "Love you too" and he ran to catch his plane.

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5 and a half hours later

Santorini, Greece:

11:26 PM (EEST- UTC/GMT+3)

She looked bright in that golden party dress, even tho it was just a detail cause that night in Italy when she was wearing a rock band tee and ripped jeans shorts was proof she looked bright in every way.

She had a glass in her hands, probably not beer and definitely not zero alcohol cause she was gigglier than usual. For the first time since he had that idea, he froze, without being able to move his feet. What if it was a mistake? What if he would ruin her night? Nah. He couldn't think like that, it would be ridiculous and he promised Charlotte no ridiculous things. Also, once back to Woking, the lecturing for leaving at the end of the race would be unpleasantly waiting for him. And somehow she invited him, with those daring words 'if you were there'. He wasn't sure if it was an invitation or a challenge but he was about to do it anyway, no matter which was her real intention. Anyhow, he was there and she wouldn't have sex with the Italian model if he was there, right? Right! Or at least he hoped...

Even so, he didn't want to lose it, lose his time, lose his job, make Charlotte lose hers, had emitted tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere for no reason, he needed to be sure it all wasn't going to be in vain. So he decided to call her and see how things went. Actually, he should have called her before catching a plane to Greece, but it was already done, so fuck it.

He took a deep breath, tapped her name on contacts, and clicked on it, waiting anxiously for her to pick. To be fair, looking at her staring hesitantly at her phone, unsure of what she should do, made him even more anxious. But not as anxious as when she decided to pick up. So anxious he remained in silence for a few seconds "Hello?" he cleaned his throat, his voice sounding a bit different from usual "Hey..." "Is everything alright?" "Yeah! I... hum, just need you to do something for me" she sighed "Hi, Lando, how are you? It's nice to talk with you too" he sighed embarrassed, already blushing "Sorry... Hi, beautiful, how are you?" "Too late Lando, what do you need me to do?" "Don't sleep with the guy" she sniffed putting her drink down "Lando..." "Listen to me" she sighed, leaning on the bar counter consenting him the word "Go ahead" "I made a mistake" he continued "I agreed it all was done with you, but I am not a quitter, I am persistent, I work hard and I never stop until I achieve my goal, plus I hate to lose and I won't let you sleep with the other guy" he made a pause to accumulate some guts "I like you. And I want you and if missing all the last race of the year interviews and other stuff to tell you this isn't enough for you, just tell me what's and I will do it" "Did you miss all the interviews just for calling me?" Fuck, Lando! You and your big mouth "Hum... yeah!" "Why? I mean couldn't you just wait till it ended?" "No, I had... I have to know you're not with him when you're supposed to be with me" She chewed her inner cheek "You turned down my invitation the other day!" "I know but…" It has no 'but' she was right. He lost again and put his ass on the line for absolutely nothing, because he didn't have any morals and... she took a deep breath and admitted "You're enough already" Wow! shot-right-in-the-heart. "So why you're being so harsh?" "Because... I saw this movie over and over, and it always has the same end: you guys say those beautiful things, my heart melts, I feel bad for seeing you humiliating yourselves over me and I bend up. And as soon as you have an orgasm, the cursing is over, Guys like you get out of trance and fall back to reality. And guess what? They remember about the girl who is in fact special to them and, damn, I don't like it, fuck! I want to be enough for you as much as you are for me. And not only sexually, do you understand me?" he felt bad for her, it wasn't right to be treated like that and he knew it. Oh, he knew it "Just please don't sleep with him" "I…" " I promise we will talk about it all next time we meet" She took a pause to breathe deeply, he didn't dare to look at her, scared of seeing her expression, how much pain he was causing her " "Okay" she gave up. He smiled "Okay" he repeated softly, she was overwhelmed of course and she wanted to cry, he could tell due to her breath sound, so he aligned his shirt's collar and walked towards her.

Apart from the butterflies throwing a party in his stomach, he felt good and confident. His clothes were nice and he tried as much as he could not think about how screwed he would be if it didn't work, but he remained strong, touching her shoulder softly "Don't cry" he demanded, she turned around confused, taking her phone away from her ear, she couldn't believe "Lando…" "Hi!" he smiled "Hold those tears back, miss" he said calmly ending the phone call and rubbing a tear drop from her face, leaving glitter on his thumb "How... What are you doing here?" "I came here to do it" he pulled her for a hug, a strong, full of feelings hug "I am sorry" he whispered against her skin "You came here to hug me?" he pulled his face back just to look at her, still in shock "Yeah" he affirmed, confident. She smiled "And this" he pulled her to a kiss, an intense kiss, that made her relax for the first time since she started to drink thinking about the McLaren's driver; "Take me out of here" she muttered against his lips "Okay" he took her hand and guided the big mess he made her become away from the bar, away from the crowd, and mainly away from the good looking Italian guy, to where they could be only the two of them, to where she didn't have to hide the amazing person she was and fake to be another one, where she could eat pizza and watch k-dramas in comfortable clothes, where he could sleep like a baby, laid on her full-of-pizza belly after 3 months of zero quality sleep and jet lag effect.

He was so lost in those good memories that he didn't even notice the rushed pace he got, she giggled "Wait, wait, wait" bringing him back to reality "What's wrong?" she took her golden Jimmy Cho high heels off and he noticed how much he liked her small stature, smiling at her "What are you doing?" "Now I can follow your pace" "Sorry" "No, is fine. I love to have my bare feet" he looked at her small, princess feet on the stone stairs 'so adorable' "In this case, you're welcome" she giggled 'Fuck! He was crushed on a freaking smurf' "All good?" "All good" "So let's go" he bounced the stairs down, with her glued on him, tugging them to the hotel elevator, where he kissed her again.

...

In the hotel room, where they ripped off each other's clothes, the moonlight was the only flash of light coming from the half-open window. She had her back laid on the mattress, her hips widely open, knees parted at its extreme, with his athletic body between her thighs, filling her cervix with himself. The sound of "Lan..." she let slip from her lips, without being able to finish, still unsure if due to the cutting hard breath or the sudden electricity sparkling inside her core every time he moved, even for a millimeter, or breathed, or made a sound, or sweated, or looked at her, anything.

She moaned slowly, in a low tone, more like a whine, she wanted to pay more attention to the sounds they made together, the sounds coming from him. Suddenly the forearms on each side of her frame flexed up, his weight concentrated on his palms, his sweaty, still firm tho, hands slid down and had a strong, soft grip on her ribs, lifting half of her body, lowering half of his till he got sit with her on his lap. They didn't need to say it loud out, it felt like a performance they presented too many times already. She started to move her hips, knees working, flexing up and down, hips making circles, rubbing her body up and down his abdomen. Her messy bun tight on the top of her head will get stuck in his mind for the following weeks. He placed a hand on it and undone her hair, throwing the elastic away from the bed, she shook her hair, making it slide down to her neck and shoulders. He looked into his eyes, which have been avoiding during the whole time they were inside that room, and she looked back, regretting instantly, cause his eyes told her earlier about luxury and then were talking about pleasure, both things which shouldn't exist between them in her perception.

She slowed the pace of the riding, forcing him to say or do something. "Faster" he said among the heavy breaths. She dried a few sweat drops on his face "I don't want to" he looked into her eyes again "What do you want, then?" "You to do something about it". Sadic, he thought "Fine" he took himself out of her and turned her hips 180 degrees suddenly, placing her belly on the mattress. He placed one knee on each side of her legs and slightly pressed her body against the sheets, getting inside of her again. The bed muffled her sounds, so he bent forward to ask, low and sexy on her ear "Hands and knees, princess. I want to hear you" She smirked and obeyed his demand, becoming scandalous when he started the thrustings. She didn't need to fake it, she felt it all, out loud, to everyone who wanted to listen, but doing it for him to listen only, that was the important thing, the reason why. He pulled her body up to him, moaning on her ear, thrusting roughly. She placed one hand on his nape and pulled his hair as she felt the explosion before they cum on each other.

...

Later:

They were laid on the bed having pillow talk

"I think you are more than enough" "Really?" "If I didn't why would I come here against my superior's orders at the last race of the year? I could find sex in anyone else but you are the only you" She raised an eyebrow "What about Dubai?" Freaking Katerina "How do you know about it?" "It was all over socials" She was right "Anyway, didn't you hear the 'against my superiors orders' and 'at the end of the calendar' part?" she chuckled "Okay" "You look adorable when you are drunk" "Slightly tipsy" "Slightly tipsy?" "Uhum" "Sure" he muttered caressing her hair "Lewis says that's my automatic answer for when someone asks me if I'm drunk" "You and Lewis are good friends aren't you?" He asked casually "Yeah" she answered indifferently, enjoying the hair caressing "He knows how to value a friendship. Maybe..." she yawned "Maybe I can have the same thoughts about you someday. Except that I don't want to be friends only" he smiled "I know that you will" "I hope..." Then she fell asleep with the soft movements he was making on her hair. And while he watched her calm and soft expression he found himself desperate and anxious. He stopped the caressing slowly, taking a lot of caution for not waking her up. Then he stepped out of the bed to grab his phone and left for the hotel lobby. Wearing his beige shorts, hotel flip-flops, and his unbuttoned white shirt. A few people looked at him on his way to the elevator, whispering and giggling to each other but he didn't care, he was too angst for it.

...

Carlos was sleeping deeply. The snorting denounced him. Nothing could break that majestic oneiric experience. Nothing except his old teammate. He struggled to open his eyes and when he finally did he picked up the phone, angry "Qué putas horas crees que son aquí? (what fucking hours do you think is here?)" "What!? No, Carlos, that's not time for Spanish classes" the Spanish man looked at the clock on his side table "That's right. It's 3 in the morning! It's no time for speaking Spanish or any language at all. It's time for fucking sleeping!" "I know, I know, but..." "What?!" "I am panicking" Carlos sat on his bed, concerned "What happened, bro?" "I... I hit on two girls at the same time" "Two only?" Carlos said indifferent as he was used to that behavior of Lando "Well, it had a few more. But those two especially" "What's new about it?" "I think I have feelings for them both" "Hum, that's new. You are never in love with anyone..." "I haven't said this word!" Carlos continued as he never was interrupted "... And now you are in love with two simultaneously" Lando rolled his eyes "Yeah..." "That's why you are panicking?" "I don't know what to do" "Pick one" "Isn't that simple" "Which of them do you like the most?" "How am I supposed to know?!" "Which of them do you think is more interesting?" "They both are interesting" "The prettiest?" "They both are pretty. And hot" "Which one do you like to spend more time with?" "I don't know! I... Carlos, stop asking questions! I don't know the answers!" "Right. Which of them would you put your hand on fire for?" "None. I choose my hand" "Not literally, stupid. I mean take risks, do stupid things, ruin your career for, I don't know, something like that..." Finally a good question. He knew for which one he had done all of those things already "That one I know the answer" "Do you really?" Carlos asked surprised "Yes. Thanks for your help, man. It was very useful" "You're welcome?" "Have a good night. Bye" "Bye..." Carlos didn't think that he was very useful. In fact, if he was the one receiving the advice he gave to Lando he would only get more confused "Bueno. Ahora puedo volver a mío sueño (Good. Now I can back to my dream)".

...

Lando entered the room trying not to wake her up. He stood there watching the serenity of her sleep. He would kill for sleeping like that. The door didn't wake her up but his loud thoughts did. She opened her eyes slightly before sitting on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, sleepy "What's up?" "I..." He approached the bed sitting at the side next to hers "I had Carlos on the phone" he pointed to his iPhone "At 3am?" "Yeah" "Is everything okay?" He took a deep breath "No" she tried to touch his hand but he retreated "What's wrong?" "I can't go out with you anymore" Her bright faded away, as she was made of sugar and his words were water.  He was ready for her screaming with him and throwing the whole hotel room in his head, but she just chuckled, sarcastic, bitter "Why it doesn't impress me?" "Look... I just can't" "You just can't" She shook her head, turning her back to him "I should have never slept with you" She walked away from him, and he followed "Wait..." "Why? Why did you come till here and look for trouble if you knew it would hurt me? I let it very clear I couldn't handle this right now" "Because I couldn't let you sleep with the good looking Italian!" she hit him with the pillow softly "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS A COMPETITION NOW!?" "I haven't said that" "Unfortunately I like you not him, idiot. My life would be a lot easier if I had a crush on Giaro, not on you" and he knew it was true it was written on her wavy eyes "I..."  she waited for him to say something, at least try to fix the chaos he started, but nothing came, he just didn't know what to say. She threw herself on the sofa and covered her face with the pillow "If that's all, please leave my hotel room" "I..." "Just leave now and never talk to me again, yes?" he tried again "Please don't be mad at me" she looked at him "I can't believe you!" "Please..." "Get out!" She got into the bathroom and closed the door. He was about to try to talk with her, say sorry for what he'd done, but a text popped on his phone screen. It wasn't the boss, Charlotte, Carlos, Max, or Daniel, but was her. The other her 

'Missing you'

That was what the text said. He grabbed his stuff from the bedroom floor, his phone and wallet, wore his white Nike airs, and as fast as he got there, he was out. The text was a coincidence only. He had already made up his mind at the hotel lobby. He promised Charlotte not to do stupid things but unfortunately, he let her down "It's better Charlie doesn't find out" he thought.

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Not Today Mister - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

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He was so fucking pretty, this man was the definition of natural beauty, you swore. That hair was so soft looking and he smelled so good, so warm. You smacked your face to stop yourself from thinking about him too much, because you needed to fix this problem.

There was no way you were letting Aizawa Shouta stop you from going on your dream vacation.

He was just a man. (And a teacher and a hero that saved multiple lives).

You can beat this down. You can avoid getting a crush as long as you can avoid him. Perfect. You could do that easily, you were stealthy as the only janitorial staff on campus (and busy).

You were done for the day, after you strolled down the campus again an hour and a half everyone had left their respective places. Some students had been allowed in only two gyms, so you knew you’d have to go and clean that up later tonight, which you were fine with. The gyms would be closing around 10:30, unless there were other staff there.

You went back to your floor to make some late lunch. You were happy that you bought some groceries right after you moved in, because you would have had to go and buy it now – which you really wouldn’t want to do.

The noise level was ranging from high to higher, but you could live with it, since you would just listen to them for entertainment.

You were sure you might have heard someone screaming about how “Charlie bit my finger”, and that same kid shouted about memes again.

Another notable thing you heard was someone screaming about the noise levels and that there were rules here and how people must be respectful and understand that they should be quiet. It was funny, and you agreed with him mostly but you were annoyed he had screamed that out loud.

Other people were too, because they all shouted back to shut up.

Once they were all in their rooms, you were happy to roam around your floor to mostly silence as you ate your late lunch.

Each bedroom/personal room was soundproof but the hallways and the lounge area/living area? The kitchen and the bathrooms? You could hear it all. It was okay… yeah, you could live with it.

You played some music on the speakers which were lowered considerably for the other floors. You knew they wouldn’t be able to hear it and it thankfully drained out the voices from the floors. There was peace, once again. You grinned, feeling successful.

The late lunch you made was barely considered a meal – just some ramen and you blended up some frozen strawberries to make a smoothie. It was delicious.

-

Your phone started ringing and you quickly answered, “Hello, this is Y/n speaking.”

“Sweetie, when were you going to tell me your janitor job was at UA?? The school? The best school in the world? You are insane, I swear. You knew I wanted to be a teacher there!” Your friend practically blasted into your ear, you pulled the phone away with a chuckle.

“I couldn’t tell you then, it was in the contract! NDAs and whatnots, but I could tell you now cause I live here. But you can’t teach here, you still have to retire as a hero and stuff, and I know you aren’t ready to retire. You barely just started – what was it, two years ago? You didn’t even go here for high school!” You replied, laughing a bit more.

She sighed, “I’m not even a hero, I’m a sidekick still. You’re right, ugh, I should’ve just tried being a teacher instead of a pro hero.”

You pouted, “Shut up, don’t talk low about yourself. You have the ability to be a great pro hero. And you can still be a teacher, I mean, if you really want to, you can quit and go teach or again, wait until you’re retired.”

“Oh, god, I just realized something.” She gasped into the phone, and it made you clutch the phone tighter.

“What’s wrong?” You responded, worried.

“I can’t come over anymore, can I? Oh no, we can’t have movie nights or karaoke nights or any nights anymore.” Aya groaned loudly over the phone.

You blinked and then for a moment you wondered if that was true, “I’ve gotta ask the boss about that, but I think he’d let you in. You are in the hero business and if anything happened, you’d be able to defend yourself and others.”

“You’re smart. I can’t believe you didn’t finish going to school to be a doctor.” She noted back and you snorted.

“I found a faster way to go on my dream vacation, that’s why I didn’t finish school.” You shot back and she sighed.

“Whatever, let me know when you talk to your boss, and if I can’t come over then I’ll sneak in. But I have to go now, see you later sweetie, bye.” She hung up after you said goodbye back.

You hummed to yourself, then wrote down a note for when you would next see Nezu, you’d ask him if Aya could come by.

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Around 10:40, you rolled by the two gyms to start cleaning them up. You had taken a nap earlier to waste some time.

Thankfully there was no one outside of the first gym, and once you got inside, the lights were already turned off. You turned them on and paused when you heard a grunting sound.

You paused in your movement, eyes wide as you slowly turn your head to look into the gym.

There, in the corner, someone was using one of the training material, on one of the blue mats that were laying out on the floor.

You didn’t say anything, hoping to stay silent and let them do their work out. You didn’t look at them for much longer than a second before you started to do your job.

Maybe you should have come back later, after that person was done with their work out, but you felt like it was a decent time for you to finish up.

You didn’t recognize whoever it was, your vision wasn’t very well. In fact, you should have brought your glasses with you to do your job, but you didn’t tonight.

As you slowly started to get lost in your work, cleaning some equipment, the mysterious person walked over and stood behind you, not saying anything. You didn’t notice at first as you were scrubbing one of the pieces of equipment with a sanitizing wipe.

“You turned the lights on.” He spoke up, dully watching as you turned around, spooked out of your mind.

You couldn’t stop the gasp coming out of your mouth as you realized it was Aizawa, once again. You stared at him, for a few moments before forming a reply, “Excuse me!” And again, you pushed past him, and this time you shut the lights off and ran out of the gym, forgetting your cleaning equipment.

Not again.

This was the second time he’s arrived and now you have been distracted enough to not do your job. This was most definitely not good.

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Birdie Shoppe || pjm (VIII)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 8.8k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the north and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Birdie, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the 123rd Birdie, a young girl who was given her position too early and asked by the goddess herself to fulfil a task none had ever done before- become the Grand Witch of the Foxglove pack. Now a woman, Y/N is revered as the most loved and powerful Birdie of all time, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: Cursing, ANGSTY, crying, emotional turmoil, panic attack, anxiety, some fluff, more backstory, banter, mentions of violence, talks of death, just a lot of heart strings being pulled in every direction, the slow burn is slow burning, brief mentions of sex, brief sexual tension A/N: I love all of these characters so much it’s insane. Thank you so much for your continued loved and support with this series. Writing this had been so much for me and I appreciate your kind words more than anything! This was originally going to be a much longer chapter, but after seeing how long we were getting already I decided to break it in half. The next part will be up in a few weeks! (also how do we feel about the roman numerals instead of numbers?)

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The sun was high in the sky, its rays warming my face as I stood by the window and laughed. Outside my friends had been tending my small garden while I sat inside and made dolls with the children. Litha has always been one of my favorite sabbots to celebrate even if I could only enjoy it looking out a window. Beside me, Mariana showed off her pretty doll covered in flower petals and colorful yarn. With a large grin on my face I told her how beautiful it was.

The sea coven had come over to celebrate along with Seokjin and Yoongi. Wendy had attacked me the second she saw me, her hug knocking all the air from my chest, and I knew we were alright. She and Jin had spoken and smiled with one another and warmth spread throughout my chest. I was glad to see they were able to be friendly with one another. I was even happier when she hardly acknowledged Yoongi’s presence outside of a greeting. The kitchen witch seemed happier about it than Jin. 

I heard Cordelia’s boisterous laugh from outside as she began telling Taehyung the story of a “little thief.” Rolling my eyes, I laughed to myself. I would never live down taking from her garden it seems. I heard Hyun-Jin brush her off, his deep voice smooth and monotone, and Wendy’s shrill laugh follow. Everyone was in high spirits today. Looking out the window again, I caught sight of Jimin and Yoona talking. Yoongi’s mother had moved out of Bangtan after Aldara’s death, as did Hoji, Heji, and Taejin, and I had not seen her much since. I was happy everyone had decided to come today. It had been a very long time since we were all together like this. Feeling my eyes on him, Jimin looked my way and grinned.

I smiled back at him shyly before holding up my own doll. They were a very common thing to make during the sabbots. Normally, you would use whatever you had lying around and sticks. This morning everyone had gone out to collect sticks, twigs, leaves, and flowers for the kids to get started with. I had gone out of my way to gather up my crafting supplies so they could have extra options. My doll was a simple bundle of twigs wearing a skirt of leaves and wildflowers. Jimin’s smile grew and he gave me a thumbs up. Giggling, I went back to helping the kids make the doll bodies.

“Snatcher!” Cordelia yelled, her voice thick with amusement. “Why haven’t you told these gentlemen about the fae incident?”

Knocking my head back, I laughed loudly and clutched my stomach. It had been so long since I had felt this carefree. Leave it to Cordelia to bring up one of our most embarrassing childhood stories.

“It never came up,” I got out, wiping the tears from my eyes.

I could hear my trio of friends all protesting, their laughter just as bright as mine. Wendy begged Cordelia to not speak a word while Jin threatened to never send her another shipment of honey again. Putting my doll down, I leaned against the windowsill and chuckled. 

“When we were about nine,” I started. Cordelia laughed as their insults were not being weighed at me. “Yoon, Jin, Wen, and I were all out in the forest playing. We were very serious about our games then and tag was the most ruthless game of them all. We played dirty, too.”

I laughed to myself at the memory. We had gone way too far into the forest and up into Moland. While I was allowed to explore everywhere I wanted to go, Wendy was forbidden from going out of the forest and her aunt would be very angry with her if she had. We had not noticed how far away we had gone until Jin had found himself falling into the swamp.

“Well, while we were in Moland,” I continued, “We had gotten really scared. We always heard the story of the three-eyed alligator from Thelma, she’s a swamp witch who is good friends with everyone, and we thought we were going to get eaten up. Instead, Jin fell, sprained his ankle, and got stuck in a fairy circle.

“Or, at least that’s what we thought. We made such a fuss over him and how he was going to be lost forever that we disturbed an actual forest faerie. They’re called Ghillie Dhus and they’re very nice. Well, all of us thought that it was about to steal Jin so we tried to fight it. Instead, it just laughed at us and said he had just fallen into a mushroom patch.”

Wendy laughed, “And then I started crying because it was getting dark!”

I nodded, struggling to catch my breath. “And then Yoon begged the fairy to take us home.”

Yoongi finally cut in, a large smile on his face. “Thelma ended up finding us cause we were being so loud and got us all in trouble.”

“Except for B,” Jin pouted. “Aldara always let her get away with stuff like that.”

I scoffed, “You try being trapped inside for eighty years and telling someone else they can’t explore.”

A kid tapped my shoulder and the conversation was dropped. Taking the bundle of twigs, I wrapped them tightly with cord before taking another bundle and tying them with an ‘x’ to create the arms. It looked like a cross before you added the legs. Adding another set of twigs to the bottom, the doll could stand up by itself and I glued a puffy ball to the top of the neck. The child, Diggory, thanked me and started decorating. That would be his fourth doll. Mariana still had the most of them all. 

The house began to smell of bread and I smiled. Everyone had brought something to eat with them. We always made focaccia here so I kept the tradition alive. Cordelia made sure to cook lots of fish while Yoongi made a delicious soup. Jin, like always, brought nothing except honey. Yoona had brought homemade lilac wine with her and the Kims made a delicious tofu stir fry. Later today I would have the kids help me make my famous lilac and lemon shortbread cookies. Jin had gotten so excited when I told him I was planning on making them and got Taehyung to join in on his begging, so I felt obligated to entertain them just this once.

“When are we getting cookies?” Seokjin whined, his timing creeping me out.

I hated when that happened.

“Whenever I get around to making them,” I replied, sassily. “If you want them so badly you can make them yourself.”

Still, despite my remarks I stood up and went over to my recipe book. They were extremely easy to make but I was not sure if I had enough butter to make them. I had not made any nut butters in a few weeks, but looking over the recipe again I was not as worried. I only needed two sticks or 16 tablespoons. Poking the inside of my cheek, I nodded and took out a few bowls and spoons. 

“Who wants to help?” I asked. 

All five of the children jumped at the idea and I had my hands full keeping them all under control. Mariana only agreed to let me zest the lemons if I let her cream the butter and sugar together by herself. Diggory and his brother Zyell fought over who would add the lemon juice and who would roll the dough. I told Diggory he could pour the lemon juice but Zyell would be able to put the arrowroot powder. Everyone would get the chance to cut out the cookies. 

“What’s in the sugar?” Cordelia’s daughter, Rori, asked. 

Chuckling, I shook my head and told the kids to step away from the cookies. Capturing their attention was simple enough, and once they noticed the sugar had a slight purple hue and flowers in it they were climbing all over me to get a closer look. I had to admit, infused sugars always looked beautiful. Lilac sugar was the prettiest of them all.

“It’s infused sugar,” I explained. I got a large round of ego boosting “oh’s” and grinned. “Those purple things are lilacs. They’re delicious when you add them to the sugar.”

“Where did you learn that?” Diggory asked.

My smile fell slightly, “My aunt.”

“Woah,” Zyell exclaimed overdramatically. “She must have been the greatest, best cook ever in the world.”

Laughing, I shooed them away and went back to making the cookies. It was strange having children so young running around the cottage. The thoughts of Jimin and the Yule tree came to my mind again and I shook my head in frustration. I needed to pay attention. I would not put anything about this mischievous bunch. 

“All of you,” I demanded, “Outside. Now. I have to turn the stove on and none of you are allowed around the fire. Understand?”

“Yes, cousin B,” Rori sing-songed before they all ran out the front door.

Striking up the fire, I laughed to myself at the title. Since when did I become cousin B? I would have to speak to Wendy about that. Listening to the conversations outside, I felt giddy as I finished putting the cookies in the oven. I began to make a simple glaze icing and hummed along to the melody in my head.

“May I ask you something, Jimin?” My ears pricked at the sound of Yoona’s voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” He replied. 

He sounded slightly out of breath and I put the icing to the side for a moment. The sun was high in the sky now and they had to be thirsty. Taking out a few glasses, I placed them on a small tray.

“Can I trust you to take care of Birdie for me?” The older witch asked, her voice earnest.

Embarrassed, I bucked my head slightly as I grabbed my large decanter of smreka. It was nice to hear her still looking after me even though I was a woman now. I felt guilty for not keeping up with her as often as I should have. Aldara would be furious with me if she were here. 

“She’s very important to me,” Jimin replied, his voice dropping slightly. I could not hear if he said anything more after that since Taehyung’s loudness echoed through my meadow. Gritting my teeth, I focused harder. “I’ll be sure she’s taken care of.”

Yoona sighed, “Thank goodness. I worry about her so much. It might sound silly but after the wolf situation I’ve been on pins and needles.”

My entire body froze and all of the conversations around me stopped. It was an honest mistake, a slip up, but that did not stop my anger from flaring. The betrayal hit me like a truck and the fondness for Yoona I had felt moments before evaporated. How dare she?

“What are you talking about?” Jin asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed the decanter on the island. The bowl of icing shook with the force. Focusing on my breathing, I knew I would have to play this off as best I could and hoped to God that Yoona would do the same.

As always, she bounced back from her mistake with ease.

“Don’t you remember that giant wolf that used to run around the forest a few years ago? It was massive and used to scare Birdie when she was a little kid.”

Hoji laughed, “Oh! Aldara used to giggle about it with me over tea sometimes.”

“Afraid of wolves, B?” Taehyung teased.

He had gotten comfortable with the nickname after overhearing Jin use it.

“Watch your mouth, freeloader,” I shot back, my wits still about. “It would be a shame if you had nowhere to sleep tonight.”

He laughed, “Please! Jin would take me in.”

The witch snorted in reply. “As if!”

Breathing easier, I went back to pouring. Filling them halfway, I used magic to lift small balls of the drink out of the decanter. Twirling them around in the air, I sang softly to myself and froze them all. I placed them in each of the glasses, having to redo the spell multiple times in order to chill each of them, before lifting the tray. 

“What’s that?” Cordelia asked, taking the tray from me.

“Smreka,” I explained. “It’s fermented alcohol made from juniper and water. I like to sweeten it with agave nectar but honey is fine, too.”

The witch took a hefty sip before smiling. She liked it. Happy with my work, I took the glass I had made for myself and Cordelia passed around glasses to the others. Taehyung was not as happy with it but he was not a fan of alcohol. Frowning, I asked if he wanted lemonade instead.

Shaking his head he replied, “It’s fine. Good actually. Just strong.”

Taejin snorted, “You think this is strong? I can’t think of anything lighter.”

Hoji shoved his shoulder. 

“Leave the boy alone. He’s just a lightweight is all.”

Taehyung seemed excited by the notion. I shook my head and sipped on my drink. Taejin was right. This was hardly considered alcohol and would take more than a few jars to have any effect. However, I was happy my friend liked it. I would have to let him try the lilac wine I would make this year. It was a very big hit.

After finishing my drink, I knew it was time to take the cookies out. I was very happy with the result and left them to cool for several minutes. The garden looked beautiful this year and I was immensely grateful to everyone who came. Grabbing two fistfuls of lilacs from my pantry, I placed them to the side so I could candy them.

“You eat rabbit food,” Cordelia joked.

“I’ve seen rabbits with better diets,” Heji chimed.

I ignored their taunts. Yoongi and I always received the most flack for our lifestyles. The kitchen witch less so than I. He would not avoid meat altogether and often feasted during holidays. I was far more conscious of my diet. The last cheat I had allowed myself was honey in my tea on the occasion. It was usually out of convenience or lack of other options, still I would never say I was perfect. I had even drank tea with honey at Jimin’s home. The memory brought a fresh set of butterflies to my stomach.

I still could not believe he had kept that stupid piece of paper.

“Did you know red meat isn’t good for you?” Yoongi mocked.

Taking the lilacs off the stove, I began icing the cookies and putting the flowers on the top of them. They would need to sit for a few more minutes. Lifting my hands, the dirty dishes around me started floating. Putting them in the sick, I charmed a sponge and soap to begin cleaning. The sponge bowed to me before turning on the water. 

“Lettuce has no nutritional value,” Wendy bit back.

Laughing I poked my head out of the window.

“Enough. Come in and wash up. We have cookies to eat.”

Jin was inside before I could finish my sentence. 

Jimin sat down beside me on the floor. The afternoon had settled everyone down and spread us around the house. The rose bushes in front of the house had been trimmed back beautifully and not a single thorn had been left behind. Yoongi had fallen asleep on my big, red chair and the other witches were talking quietly at the dining table. Cordelia had left earlier to bring the kids home. Smiling at the wolf, I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping with the garden,” I said.

He wrapped his arm around my waist. “Anytime.”

He pulled away and left me feeling cold. Wanting to frown, I scooted closer to him and sighed heavily. Everything felt right when we were this close but still the dangers coming were hard to push away. I could only hope that we would make it through whatever it may be before it was too late.

Kissing the top of my head, Jimin hummed.

“What’s going through that mind of yours?”

I smiled bashfully, “How nice this feels.”

That pulled a large, toothy grin out of the wolf. He was always ready and waiting for compliments like that. Shaking my head, I scoffed.

“Don’t let that get to your head now,” I mumbled.

“Too late for that,” Jimin teased. “Come on. Indulge me.”

Pushing his chest, I scowled playfully. Jimin’s eyes lit up and I smiled back at him. If only I could stay in his orbit… If only…

“You’re very handsome, though I’m sure you already know that. Have I ever told you how lovely your dimple is? I can’t remember-”

“Alright, alright,” He laughed, cradling my face in his hands. “I get it. Thank you. You’re embarrassing me.”

I laughed. He was somehow worse with compliments than I was. I heard Taehyung laughing from somewhere in the house and grew even more amused. If there was one person who enjoyed how flustered I could make Jimin it would have to be Kim Taehyung. Jimin groaned, obviously hearing the laughter even more clearly than I could, and hid his face in my hair.

“Now you’ve done it,” He complained. “I won’t hear the end of this for at least another week.”

The sadness weighing on my heart deepened. I did not think we had another week for Taehyung to tease Jimin. We would be lucky if we lasted a few days. I do not know why I felt that way, or how I could possibly know it, but I did. I stopped questioning it a long time ago.

“Poor thing,” I mocked. 

I did not want to sour his good mood. Jimin had been radiant today and I would hate to take the happiness out of his eyes. Even if a part of me felt selfish for doing so, I wanted to keep him this way until the bitter end. I would always want to remember us this way. Twisting my head up, I kissed his jawline and curled into his side ever so slightly more.

“Oh, B!” Wendy exclaimed. “I’m so happy you’re finally together.”

“Same,” Yoongi deadpanned. “Still. A warning would have been nice. We are friends, aren’t we?”

I laughed, “Of course! I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Just say it,” Jin replied, his tone condescending and filled with sarcasm.

“And you’re just the expert at love,” I replied, snarkily. 

Jin laughed. We both knew the teasing was in good nature and rarely got upset with one another. Jimin leaned into me. I had not felt the need to hide our relationship anymore and after talking to Shiloh, I had felt even less inclined to remain subtle. My familiar had not been surprised but was hurt I had not told her sooner. She was even more dramatic when she learned that Wendy had known more than she did. It took a long night of talking to calm her down but she was happy for me. She could not remember the last time I had seemed so certain. Neither had I.

“Son,” Hoji warned, waving her finger at Seokjin. “Don’t go picking fights you can’t win.”

“You mother’s right,” Taejin added. “Crow would snap you in half.”

This made everyone laugh. It was no secret my fighting magic was lacking, and we had formed many inside jokes around it by now. If anything, I should stop picking jokes before the solar witch blinded me. He was fierce when he wanted to be.

“She does run with wolves, Jinnie,” Yoona mocked. “Big, bad, scary wolves.”

“Enough teasing,” I chuckled. “Especially if you can’t perform a simple levitation spell.”

Yoongi snickered at his mother’s scandalized expression. Yoona was a formidable witch, one of the best potionists I had ever met, but outside of that she was laughably horrible. Aldara had told me a story about her before. They had been fourteen and my aunt had been trying to show the kitchen witch an invisibility spell she had made. Yoona had accidentally teleported herself into Moland, and Thelma had to fish her out of the bogs and take her home. Hwasa, her mother, had been so angry with her she did nothing but polish and clean for a week.

“That was a low blow,” Yoona stood up and waved her hands dramatically. “And it was an invisibility spell! What practical use does that have?”

“Ma,” Yoongi drawled. “It’s okay if your magic is a little lacking. We can’t all be great at everything like me.”

“You better stop picking on your mother, young man!” Yoona shouted, unable to keep the laughter out of her tone. “You better pray at your altar ten times tonight and beg Lilith for forgiveness!”

“And if I don’t?”

Yoona had to stop herself from smiling. Biting her lip and flaring her nostrils, Yoona held her head up high.

“Then Krampus is going to gobble you up come Yule!”

Unable to stop herself, Yoona burst. Our loud laughs bounced off the walls of the cottage and I wiped the tears from my face. I had not realized just how much I had missed this. It made me hope for a bright future all the more and the ache in my chest to grow ever larger. My love for these people was overflowing and I hid my tears behind laughter. No one needed to know just how torn up I was. No one needed to know the only reason I had gone through with this party was so I could have one last good memory of us together. No one needed to know just how much I wanted to reach out and hold them for dear life. No one needed to know a thing.

“Oh no!” Yoongi jumped out of his seat, holding his face, with a mock look of horror. “Not Krampus! What ever will I do?”

“What if-” Wendy joined in on the little charade and gasped. “What if it’s not Krampus? What if it’s-” She stopped herself suddenly, faking emotion.

“The Yule cat,” Seokjin whispered, menacingly.

I let out a loud, over the top shriek. Ripping myself from Jimin’s arms, I ran to Yoongi and grasped his shoulders. Shaking him roughly, I tried my hardest to keep a straight face. 

“I swear to you, I will make you a brand new outfit before then. Don't worry about anything, Yoonie.”

“And I’ll do all my chores,” He replied, clutching my biceps.

After a beat, we cracked up again. It was a common pastime to make fun of the Yule Cat in our circle. Yoona’s family was originally from a place called Kaltain. Instead of Yule Goats they had the Yule Cat. It is a huge, vicious cat that ate children who did not get new clothes for Yule. Apparently, children who did all of their chores got them while lazy children did not. It was always something we found silly but refrained from mentioning around Hwasa. She would have our heads if we ever made fun of the legend. 

“What are you talking about,” Taehyung interrupted, popping his head in from outside.

“I’ll tell you later,” I promised.

Letting go of Yoongi, I went back to my spot next to Jimin. The conversation continued to babble on but I just wanted to be close to him again. He reached out for me and sat me down beside him. Holding onto my hand, Jimin tilted his head at me.

He looked skinnier than he had when he first arrived. The stress must be getting to him more than he let on. Still, he looked right out of a dream. His cheeks were dusted in pink and his eyes twinkled. I raised an eyebrow.

“When will I have you all to myself?” He asked, feigning innocence.

My heart rate sped up. 

“Not today, I’m afraid.”

He smirked, “But tomorrow?”

I looked down and felt my ears growing hot. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On you,” I whispered. 

Sex had been something relatively off the table for Jimin. He had said he thought I was not ready for that just yet, and I was not confident enough to fight him about it. He seemed even more wary of it after our conversation in my room a few weeks ago. Still, he often alluded to it and enjoyed seeing how flustered I could get. An eye for an eye he called it. 

Jimin softened. “Soon.”

It sounded like a promise. I wondered what he saw in me that I could not notice. I knew how observant Taehyung was but Jimin’s emotions were harder to gauge. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and kiss him, to tell him I was fine, and take claim on him. Part of me wondered if my virginity had something to do with his hesitance, or if it was all about my mood swings. Knowing Jimin it was more than likely both.

I hummed but said nothing else. I was appreciative of how careful he was trying to be. I knew it was not easy and his wolf was probably having a hard time keeping at bay. Then again, I could not be so sure. I knew the pull that wolves had for one another but would that still transfer over to us? Glancing at Jimin, I hoped that we were just as strong as a pair of wolves. 

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Confused, I stood and made my way to the door. The conversation behind me ceased. Checking through the window, I was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar, unexpected face. I rushed to open the door and beamed at Thelma.

When I was young I had disliked the witch. She had come around the least and always ratted us out when we got into trouble in Moland. After Aldara’s death, though, she had become something more to me. Her and Hyun-Jin were important people in my life and helped me figure out how to rebuild. She was very reclusive and had not told me that she was coming over. Whatever it was, it had to be important.

“Thelma!” Yoona’s voice gave away her excitement. “Long time no see, stranger.”

The swamp witch smiled and let herself in. She had always been extremely petite, small in stature, with skin the color of taupe that was offset by a scattering of thick, large umber freckles that dusted her face. Her hair was dense and coarse like cashmere. When I was young, it had been a rich, ebony, but with her age it had gray streaks beginning to take root. She looked every bit as lovely as she had last I had seen her.

“Nice to see everyone,” Her voice had always been husky and soft. It was a comfort to me and I was over the moon she had come. I was confused by her son’s absence but did not read too much into it. Hyun-jin was even more reclusive than his mother. “I was hoping to speak with Birdie alone for a bit. I have something for her that I think would be best to share privately.”

Yoona flipped her inky black hair over her shoulder and nodded. She and Yoongi were identical. Yoongi had never met his father so I had no point of reference for what the man looked like, but he was missing from all of Yoongi’s features. Jin’s family left without a hitch, Jin pouted like a kicked puppy for being left out, and the Min’s followed suit. Jimin seemed hesitant to leave but Taehyung called for him before I had to ask him to go myself. The alpha looked displeased but left without a fight. Wendy was the last to go and gave Thelma a hug on her way out. 

Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed my kettle out of habit. Tea was an important part of any conversation, but Thelma stopped me before I filled it with water. Nodding, I could not stop myself from grabbing another bottle of smreka. Thelma sighed and shook her head but did not comment any further. My manners were getting the best of me. Grabbing two glasses, I poured us each a cup before sitting at the dining table. Thelma sat across from me and took a sip and two cookies from the tray beside her.

“Thank you,” She mumbled.

“Of course. You’re welcome anytime.”

She smiled at me sadly. Scooting the glass over, Thelma placed her hands out in front of her and linked her hands. A pit began to form in my stomach as I waited for her to say something. The expression on her face told me that whatever it was I would not be happy to hear about it.

“There’s something happening in the forest,” Thelma said, her voice very low. I leaned closer to her and listened carefully. “Moland is dark. Darker than usual. People are going missing. Hyun-Jin had a vision this morning that put him to bed for hours. He still won’t speak to me. He’s like Aldara in that way. I’m worried, Y/N.”

All of my fears were beginning to come true. Whatever was happening around us had nothing to do with the wolf pack. They were mere child’s play to the sinister forces working around us. The image of the injured wolf came back to me and I felt my breath picking up. If a wolf had not hurt Taehyung then what had?

“I haven’t seen something like this since the quietus still roamed the forest freely,” Thelma whispered. My blood ran cold. “I spoke with Ranvir, Hyung-Jin’s rat, and he said his friends have been saying the same thing. Our home is filled with pets and familiars who have been abandoned. Their owners went out and never came back.”

I closed my eyes and felt tears stinging them. My anger and frustration were palpable. All of this was happening, people were getting hurt and going missing, and yet here I was safe and sound from the outside world. I wanted so desperately to get out there and help. Yanking my leg, the silver chain dug into my skin and made me wince. I had never hated my confinement more than I did at this moment. 

“You are not safe in this house. You need protection spells and you need to make sure everyone else gets them. I brought some that Aldara gave me right before she got locked away. She wanted to make sure we had them in case things changed.”

Thelma pulled out a small, leatherbound notebook. It could be no more than twenty pages long and had the same height as my palm. In the swamp witch’s small hands it looked huge. Taking it from her, I began to skim through the pages.

“Have you told them?” Thelma asked, her voice knowing.

I shook my head. “No. I don’t need them worrying about this right now. I need to figure out what the forest has been trying to tell me.”

“What has it said?” She asked.

I closed the book with a sigh and fell back into my chair. Where do I even begin? Breaking down the vision and what the spirit had said to me, my lip wobbled and I fought back my tears. I wished I was strong and brave like Aldara, but I was just me. I thought of the wolf and I cried harder. I felt pathetic. 

“We’ll keep things between us. I will tell my son. I suggest you tell Sasithorn and Yoongi. Maybe even the man you’re in love with.”

I blanched. “Wh-”

“I saw you from the window before I knocked.”

I hung my head in shame and apologized. I was supposed to put my duty before everything, and yet here I was snuggling up to Jimin like my life was not falling apart. Thelma placed a hand over mine.

“Aldara had someone many years ago that you never knew about. You’re not wrong for wanting more than this life, Y/N.”

Thrown, I simply shook my head. This was all beginning to be too much. First a possible quietus invasion on the horizon, and now I get to hear about a secret lover I never knew about? Overwhelmed, I buried my head in my hands and continued to shake my head. Rocking back and forth in my seat, I counted my breaths and tried to calm myself down.

“Look at me,” Thelma said gently.

Peeking at her through my fingers, I tried catching my breath. I tried to focus on the way the orange of her top looked so lovely against her skin. Failing to concentrate on that, I went back to counting in my head.

“Hey,” Grabbing a hold of my hand, Thelma squeezed my hand and brought me back to her. “We need to stay strong right now. You’ll have time to cry later, but right now we need to get ready for the worst and hope for the best.”

Nodding, I sniffled and wiped my face. My hands shook and my body rocked but I forced myself to breathe. In and out. In and out. One, two, three, four, five; exhale. Thelma held my hand while I calmed myself.

“I’m not telling Jimin anything,” I finally managed to choke out. 

Thelma nodded, “It may be for the best. He could get himself hurt trying to fight one of those things.”

I had to remind myself to exhale at the thought of that. Jimin would surely die if he went up against one of the quietus but his pride would not let him see that. I thought of Taehyung and grew even more frantic. That boy would die trying to prove himself.

“The younger one,” Thelma quickly added. “Is he their alpha?”

I nodded. “They’ve rejected him. His mate is being kept from him back at the village. They don’t trust him at all. One of the other alphas, Namjoon, challenged him to a fight but Taehyung doesn’t want to participate. He’s been training with Jimin just in case it comes down to that.”

The witch hummed in response. She was thinking. Thelma always tried to choose her words carefully, but I knew she was going to say something that upset me. There was no way to put things lightly in a situation like this.

“They’ll need him more than ever,” She started wearily. “I can only hope whatever’s coming strikes before they do. If they lost any numbers…”

She trailed off. I did not need to hear the rest to understand what she meant. If any of them fell, even someone as inexperienced as Taehyung, the pack would be hit very harshly during the fallout. Sol would be lost without her mate, and I doubt she would fight on either side. Taehyung’s family would never forgive, and I would be damned if I helped those people. Still, even with my own personal feelings I had a duty to protect this forest. Foxglove could burn but Bangtan was my home. Jimin was my mate and I would protect him as well, and I knew no matter what happened, on some level, he would be there for his people. I would have to push aside whatever anger I felt and help them. For Jimin’s sake if nothing else.

“I’ll talk with Yoongi and Shiloh,” I started, voice low. “I’ll try to trick Seokjin into training with us. Say I couldn’t figure out how the spells worked and needed him to guide me through them- something. Jin is smart but takes things at face value for the most part. Wendy and her coven are a different fish to fry, though, I’m afraid.”

“I can handle that,” Thelma assured me. “Cordelia knows how to defend herself against these things just as well as the rest of us. Yoona and the Kims may not seem like it but they’re ruthless when the going gets tough. How do you think they managed to live in Bangtan all those years they were here?”

I sighed deeply, “So it’s decided then?”

“It has to be,” She resigned. “I’m sorry.”

Taking my hand away from Thelma, I rubbed my face roughly and began the hard task of composing myself. After several minutes, I felt ready enough to stand and check my appearance in the mirror in my room. I could hear Thelma calling out to the others. She had probably used some charm on her voice to make it travel further. It did not really matter to me. Taking a deep breath, I went back into the main room and collected the spell book from the table. They were quicker than I had anticipated. 

“You’re awfully quick,” Thelma grunted.

“Thank Taejin for that,” Hoji threw over her shoulder, already halfway in the house. 

“Should’ve guessed,” The swamp witch rolled her eyes with a smirk.

It was strange to see them all interacting as friends. I had known they were all close friends, but I had never been able to see them outside of Aldara’s position. All of them had gone off with their own lives, had children, and were growing together. Witches had long lifespans, Thelma was the oldest, but Cordelia was only a few months behind her. I tried to imagine all of them playing together before Aldara had become a Birdie but found it difficult. None of them looked the well-over 100 they were, but their age showed in other ways. Yoona was still the youngest at heart but I was no fool. Her eyes told stories and the faint streaks of silver beginning to collect in her hairline were telling. Aldara had once told me she was the only person who ever scared her.

“What was all the melodramatics about?” Yoona drawled, arms folded and leaning against the doorway.

“I found some old spells of Aldara’s,” Thelma explained, her acting convincing. “I thought Birdie would like to have them.”

Yoona’s expression softened immediately and turned to me. I was not sure how good my poker face was but she dropped the question immediately. Hoji wrapped her arms around me and gave a quick kiss to my cheek before stealing another cookie.

“You know,” Heji joked, her booming voice misplaced in my little cottage. “I’m getting tired of calling you that. Haven’t we known one another long enough? Aldara wasn’t this bad!”

Cracking a smile, I laughed quietly. It was easy for them to say that. My aunt had always had foresight. Always knew things she should not have, was often too right for it to merely be a guess and smiled knowingly at just about everything. So, when she told me as a young girl to keep my name guarded, I never went back on it. I only told people I felt comfortable telling. Despite knowing that no one in my circle would harm me I had grown paranoid. Now I felt like it was too late to bridge the gap. Besides, what difference would it really make if they knew or not?

“I’ll tell you one day,” I settled on. 

A round of groans went around the room and I laughed harder. Clutching the spell book to my chest, I tried my best to keep a clear mind. The wolves had not come back yet and Taejin had said they had gone for a stroll. Taehyung was tired of being human all the time. I rolled my eyes. Yes, that was definitely something Taehyung would say. Walking into my room, I put the spellbook into my dresser’s underwear drawer.

“What’s that?” 

Jumping, I clutched my chest and blanched. Shiloh’s head was poked out of her nest. Looking around, I placed my finger over my mouth and made my way to the door. Before I could close it, I made eye contact with Yoongi and made the rash decision to gesture him over. I did not want to have this conversation twice. I didn't even want to have it once. The witch nodded and started the grueling process of sneaking away.

Tip toeing, I sat on my bed and waited. Shiloh got out of her nest and perched on the windowsill across from me. Yoongi was in the room a few minutes later and shut the door behind him. The witches were still talking loudly with one another in the next room. Someone had brought up Heji’s horrible cooking and she was not happy about it.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi demanded, sitting next to me. “I could tell something’s been bothering you all day.”

I could always count on Yoongi to cut straight to the point. It was one of his many great qualities. Right now, it does nothing but give me more anxiety. I was not sure how to talk about this or where to even begin. I knew I had to speak soon. Shiloh looked annoyed with me already and I knew she was still upset about how secretive I had been lately. Rubbing my thighs, I steeled myself and began to tell them everything from my fainting spell a few weeks ago to the conversation I just had with Thelma. I was proud of myself for not crying.

“Where’s the book?” Yoongi asked, his voice hard. 

“Top drawer to the left.”

A large silence took over the room. Every fear, every nightmare, I had ever had was coming back to haunt me. I recalled a time when I was maybe 7 or 8, Auntie had told me my first story of a quietus. They were horrifying, shadow creatures that hid behind a human facade. They wanted to eat the souls of those they felt wronged them. I had trouble falling asleep that night and when I finally had, I had been so afraid when I woke up that Aldara had to sit with me for the rest of the night. It was always a comfort that we shared a bed but I had never appreciated it as much as I had that night.

“Remember this, Y/N,” She had said, cradling me close to her side. “They were people who hurt people because of their own hurting. It doesn’t make it right but they aren’t monsters. Never forget that.”

Blinking back my tears, I reached for Yoongi’s hand. It was a difficult thing to remember. I was glad that I was not having to be brave alone anymore. Yoongi squeezed my fingers and gave me a small smile.

“We’re going to be okay,” He whispered.

And I threw my arms around his neck. Oh, I hope so, I said to myself. I prey to Lilith that everything will be alright.

Staring at the paper on my desk, I struggled to find the words to say. There was so much that I needed to convey and yet nothing came to me. My diary had always been a safe haven and now it was just a reminder of my own inadequacies up until now. If I was smarter, stronger, then maybe I would not be so reliant on the people around me. Maybe I could find the courage to look Jimin in the eye and tell him what had been plaguing my thoughts. Instead, I sat in the cellar and tried to wax poetically about my own pain. What a fucking joke.

Giving up, I put my pen down and walked over to the shelves along the back wall. My curiosity about Aldara’s lover had grown in the last few days and I had tried to keep my eyes away from her inner thoughts. It felt too personal and raw to look at but I had stopped caring about that. Afterall, maybe I could find something helpful in her diaries. Auntie was always boastful about her adventures. 

I heard the cellar door opening but I paid it no mind. I was not in the mood to talk or thinking about what I should or should not say. Listening to their steps, it sounded like Jimin. He would be harder to ignore if he approached me but he was more aware of my feelings than Taehyung and would likely leave me be. He just enjoyed being in my presence. We say nothing as I walk right past him and back to my desk.

Putting away my own journal, I opened up the one titled simple “One” and began to read. I had at least attempted to create original names and chapter titles for all my journals. I could only imagine Griselda telling the young adventurer to keep it classy. That made me smile.

My 10th Summer

I shook my head in disbelief. Even at such a young age she spoke in riddles. All she had to say was the date. Holding in my laughter, I continued reading the passage.

Griselda has finally allowed me my own journal. While this may seem mundane- it is simply monumentous. Finally, I can speak casually and drop all of this “manners” nonsense she continues to ramble on about. I just want to run through the wildflowers in the front but she’s more concerned about my apron getting dirty. Stupid elders and their stupid woes.

I laughed out loud then. Nice job sticking it to her, kid. I knew Aldara would never say anything like this to her mentor’s face. Griselda would have rung her up by her neck.

She always speaks of monsters. As if I’m afraid of some shadows! Well, she can sit inside and hide. Me? I’m going to go and beat one up so I can show her I can go wherever I want. That’ll show her.  Or not. I love Griselda but she’s a bit dim witted. -Ari

Ari? She had been called Ari? The affectionate name made my heart swell. God, she was a piece of work. I almost felt bad for Birdie Griselda but I knew she was more than capable of handling the young witch. Ari would start changing her tune all too soon. Grinning, I flipped a few pages.

My 13th Spring, I met a girl today. Griselda was angry with me for talking to her and said that I had no idea what could happen to me if I spoke to strangers. I think she’s still feeling antsy after a girl from Syrena went missing. I had only visited the coven to help. Cordelia was nice to me and older. All we did was speak normally and I told her I would help her look. Griselda did not seem amused by my back talking today. It was strange to talk to someone else. I knew that our families were aware of one another, and the girl had said that Birdie Heidi had been really close with her grandmother, but Auntie was not as welcoming. I told her she was just shy but really I know she’s afraid. So am I. The forest looks dark right now and I know it’s more than the fog blanketing everything.  I still haven’t told her about my trip to Moland. She would freak out if she knew I had left the forest. She just did not understand me at all. She never tried either. We had respect for one another but she was timid, meek, and frightened of everything she did not understand. I wanted adventure. I wanted to live life to the fullest before I became locked up forever. I don’t know how she can stand it. Maybe one day I could introduce her to Thelma. Maybe then she would understand why I keep going back. Once she sees what we can do to defend ourselves. Once she sees what I can do. Until then, I will keep playing dress up and learning the same water healing spells I’ve been practicing since last year.  One day. -Ari

It was nice to see how different she had become over the years. The woman that I had met had taken many years to come into her own. From fighting Quietus in secret with her friends to arguing with Griselda over who knew best. The twelve year old rebel was still so deeply ingrained within her that it was shocking to see just how far she had gone in order to get around Griselda’s iron-tight control. I felt for both of them but was happy that my aunt had done what she had. I doubted I would be who I was without her.

My 15th Winter, I saw my first hybrid today. She wasn’t from Foxglove. I have done so many rounds there, fought off Qs from their doorsteps, and tracked down pups too many times to have confused her. Her ears gave her away. They were large, jet black, and fluffy with off-white tufts sticking out of the middle of them. Her eyes were strange, too. She even had a tail.  I did not approach her. Just looked. She was chasing a butterfly and picking flowers as she went. Griselda would be livid if she found out anyone like her was around. I did not really know what to make of her. I had thought the hybrids dead. Still, I just watched. Even though I wanted to talk to her, to ask her where she came from, and to see if she had seen Qs anywhere else… I hadn’t. She looked too happy for me to burst that bubble. I’ll look for her again tomorrow. Maybe I’ll ask her then. -Ari

Feeling drowsy, I finally shut the book. Auntie had not seen the hybrid girl again for several days and had stopped looking. She had been disappointed but knew they were probably just passing through. The forest was too dangerous for any permanent settlement. 

Placing the book back on the shelf, I pulled down the next one and placed it on my desk for later. Picking up my own journal, I looked around for Jimin. He was hiding in between some shelves in the middle of the room. He smiled when he noticed me.

“Ready for bed?”

I looked down, “I hope I’ll sleep tonight. I hate sleeping in my bird form.”

He nodded in understanding. “I can’t imagine it being very comfortable.”

“It isn’t. I can’t use my blanket.”

The quilt was too heavy and uncomfortable when I was a bird. Jimin walked over to me and wrapped me in his arms.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

Yawning, I nodded in his chest. That would be nice. The two of us went up the stairs together and I turned out of lights with a flick of my wrist. 

Taehyung was reading by the fireplace. He smiled at us as we walked by. I gave him a light bow and walked into my room. I heard the wolves giving one another quick goodnights and Jimin was back by my side before I made it into my room. 

“Is Shiloh in?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No. She’s out with Morla and the rest of them.”

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from explaining why. The barn owl had gone to them to warn everyone about the things happening in Moland. They needed to get out of the area as soon as possible. She was also going to fly by Thelma’s to speak with Rory. Ranvir, or Rory, was Hyun-Jin familiar. He would have a lot of information that would be helpful for us. Shiloh and I would talk about it in the morning so I could write Yoongi. We were going to be putting our Jin plan into action soon.

“I hadn’t known people in the forest were so nosey.”

I chuckled, “You’ve been scaring away the forest since you were young, alpha.”

Taking a nightgown out of my drawer, I placed it on the bed while I took off my jewelry. I had worn Aldara’s skull ring every day since my fainting spell. My own ring had not left my finger at all. It was a comfort for me to fiddle and play with it. Remembering the hours upon hours my aunt had spent making it for me with love and care meant more than one would think. Flicking my wrist, I took my clothes off and put the nightgown on. I was only waiting for the sun to fully set. I would have no need for clothes after that. 

Jimin’s arms wrapped around my midsection, and I hummed in content. Leaning into his chest, I let his warmth envelop me. I was happy to stay like this all day but knew it was coming. Stepping out of his arms, I motioned for him to turn around as I walked further into my little room. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as the sky turned purple.

As I screamed, I knew I was not only apologizing for him seeing me like this.

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[queeniecook]

June 13

Six days until it is officially my due date. Six days. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a year and a half. Now, I am well aware of the fact that doesn’t mean that is when the baby will come. He or she could arrive before that or after. Caleb and I have come to an agreement that if I don’t go into labor by the 21st, that I’m getting induced.

In the meantime, we have everything done that we can get done before the baby arrives so now we wait.

Even Josie seems to be waiting. Sometimes I think she’s waiting to meet the baby before she joins Ares and Xena across the rainbow bridge. I don’t want to think that way and I constantly monitor her health but there’s a voice in the back of my head that won’t shut up about it.

On a happier note, I think Bluebelle is finally warming up to me and I’ve seemed to gained a feathery friend. There’s a hen that follows me around when I do chores. I don’t think I’ll be able to continue milking Bluebelle though, I almost didn’t make it up off the stool today.

I named the hen Betty after a favorite actress of mine. I’ve never had chicken cuddles before, despite being a Veterinarian but they were pretty sweet coming from her.

Aubree stopped in to see me today as well!

Caleb had to take our picture (after we annoyed him into it of course) this will probably be our last picture together while we’re both pregnant.

Aubree treated me to a spa day in the next town over, we also got some yoga in.

Along with some swimming and food. Food is a must, even if Aubs didn’t seem too thrilled with the hot dog she got of the fridge.

We also went dancing! I can still bust a move, sort of, even nine months pregnant. For some reason some guy was there taking pictures of everyone, it was odd.

We ended our day with more food, the bar food was better at least. I’m really glad Aubree took a day off to get me out of the house for a bit. I know it’s a bit risky to go away from home at this point probably but if I just sit at home and look at the clock in expectation, I’m going to go insane.

[balkanradfem]

So, I had a wild experience in the community garden today. I came there later afternoon because it's too hot during the day, and I had a some tomatoes, potatoes and eggplant to put in my garden, and then I also intended to plant one ground cherry in the plant lady's garden. Last year she told me she doesn't need the entire space, and I could have some if I wanted to - and since her garden is much closer to the water pump, it was easier for me to plant peppers there.

So, I'm going with my ground cherry and a big bag of dry leaves, intending to clear up the weeds and get my ground cherry in there. As soon as I got there I realized that the place became completely overgrown in one week since I last saw it. The grass just escalated insanely quickly and who could have predicted that. But also the place was crowded with other gardener ladies and I sighed, because the gardener directly next to me was a very unpleasant, critical, cold, nosy and berating person. I politely said hello to her, and she immediately went on a rant about how I need to immediately clear the walkway because she cannot deal with that grass alone. I walked towards her, motioned towards the grass, and asked her if it would be okay if I just cleared my own side, and she went 'the walkways are shared! I can't do it alone!'. I said okay, sighed, and went to tend to the garden.

I only intended to stay there for 10 minutes, and the sun was getting down, and there was a lot of tall grass to get out, and I can't use any tools, so I knew this would not go well. I started pulling the grass out with my hands, even though I knew it would hurt my left arm and shoulder, I just couldn't figure out another way. I quickly cleared about 2 square meters of the garden, and then was already exhausted, and just poured my bag of leaves over the newly exposed soil, and planted my ground cherry with a spoon. I couldn't see a bucket that was usually there, so I understood I'd have to go all over to the other side of the community garden to get a bucket of water.

As I was walking over, I tried my best to look away from the other ladies, who were spending half of their afternoon slowly tilling and digging and working the earth. I knew they disapproved of my methods and found my 10 minute gardening session insulting. But they noticed me, and one threw 'Done already?' at me, and I got confused and said 'I'll come back to water my plant'.

And I was so sad walking back! I'm chronically exhausted but I'm being made fun for not spending more time working. It's not like I didn't want to. And the other gardener is mad at me because the grass grew over the walkway. Disheartened, I got the water, and walked back.

When I got back, I was met with a different situation. The lady who criticized me for the grass, was showing another lady my garden, teaching her 'See, this is the leaf, the sustainable gardening method'. She was motioning on the section of the garden I covered with dry leaves. Baffled, I watered my ground cherry and listened to them chat. 'It's the no dig garden' the other lady said, 'the organic matter'. I realized then that this other lady is actually friendly towards the no-dig garden! I walked up to her and explained all the basics of mulching, and she already knew it all, but was shy of starting the method herself. I encouraged her to try as it was working out great for me.

The ladies then both started leaving, but the first one said in a scandalized voice 'And she pulled up all that grass with her bare hands!' she turned around to find me, pulling more grass 'Look at her!'

I laughed and they concluded I must be able to do that because I'm so young and strong. They asked me how old I was and laughed when I said 33.

I had to leave afterwards, and told the neighbour gardener I'm going to clear the grass out little by little, if that's okay, to which she replied, now in a forgiving voice 'It's okay, there's time. You are so incredibly strong.'

I said thank you and walked away feeling much better. I realized what had happened - while I was away looking for my bucket of water, the lady inspected what I had done, and was mad impressed that I cleared 2 meters of grass so fast, with just my hands, and then planted something in the new soil and covered it with mulch. You can't do it that speedy if you till the ground, but I don't. So I could. And even though I feel incredibly weak with my shoulder hurting and not being able to walk or use tools, to think I managed to impress someone made me feel really good!

I am so eager for connection and mentorship from older women, it hurts my heart when they criticize or mock me, but to leave there thinking I impressed them with my strength made me feel so happy. Yes I am strong I can pull grass with my arms. I am a gardener!

[storiesofsvu]

Second Chair Spark Ch 13

Warnings: Language, smut. Fam, I’m 99% sure this is the end of this fic, I don’t really know how to wrap it up otherwise, (plus who TF knew it would end up being 13 fcking chapters?!) I know I don’t want it to end super fluffy cause it’s not that kinda fic, so I guess send in your requests/prompts/even just a character so I have some shit to do this quarantine! Also yes, in this house we stan Liz Donnelly & Rita Calhoun…

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A few weeks had passed since the squad had found out about the shenanigans going on at the D.A.’s office, and while there was some teasing, it came to a stop when Casey blew up, admitting to them that it was more than a hook up, you were her girlfriend (and you’d started talking about moving in together considering how much time you were at her apartment anyways). You’d beamed at her, promptly not caring about being in the middle of the bull pen when you pulled her into a kiss, knowing it would make half the squad embarrassed while the other half simply cheered. You still spent most of your time on joint cases, though your case load was nearly to the point that you were practically working solo, but it worked, you had a system by now, barely needing to communicate before a trial started. And those trials were still spent completely torturing the other, playing into each other’s games so by the time you retreated to Casey’s office or the apartment you were both drenched and could barely keep your hands off each other.

Rita would openly groan whenever she walked up to see both of you outside interrogation, Nikki always liked the challenge, and Buchanan slowly started to accept you into the world of lawyers. After you’d wiped the floor with his 5th client, a smirk on your face as you turned back towards the gallery, knowing that no one had been able to break the perp yet, he actually congratulated the both of you, mentioning he must owe you a drink. (Which honestly, you both politely declined, claiming there was too much paperwork to be done).

Despite the detectives and Rita knowing about your relationship, your games in the courtroom were far from coming to a halt, you still used them to trap each other, being so fucking turned on that you’d barely make it to privacy before pouncing on each other. At least now everyone was overly cautious to knock and then wait for at least a vocal reply if not one of you opening the door for them before they entered.

You were currently working together on a sex trafficking ring case that you were obviously taking the cross examination on, Casey had interviewed multiple suspects, edging you on the entire time with the way she inflicted her voice, the raised brow she’d give the gallery that was so obviously intended for you, the way she’d bite her lip while concentrating.  You brought your fucking A game when it came your turn to talk to the mastermind pimp, Casey not missing that you discreetly undid one button lower than appropriate for the courtroom on your shirt. Your hair was loose today, your lips plump with a red lipstick, your voice smooth as velvet as you tortured the asshole who spent years torturing girls. You basically sauntered your way through the courtroom, leading the asshole on, if she hadn’t know any better Casey would think you were even flirting with him past your normal amount. You pulled your usual weakness stance, hands leant against the barrier of the box so the perp could really drink you in, she saw his eyes linger, much longer than normal down your shirt before he stuttered over your question. A few more rounds of back and fourth and he was fucking putty in the palm of your hand, and to be completely honest, so was Casey.

The jury left to deliberate, not giving you enough time to sneak off, especially since Olivia and Elliot kept commending you on how insanely well you’d handled the trial. They’d handed you a wreck of a case (which, on separate occasions, you’d both let them know) and now you were coming out miles ahead of the defence. Before you’d managed to escape the multiple people talking to you, the jury was back, naturally, all guilty.

**

As fast as you could disappear from that courtroom you could, barely managing to keep your hands off each other before you reached Casey’s office, her hands buried into your hair, pulling you against her, moaning against your lips. Your hands traced around her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching at her nipples as her hand found its way up your skirt. She chuckled against your lips at how fucking drenched you were already.

“So fucking hot baby girl.” She murmured, pushing you back against her desk. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, gasping against you as you pulled her hopelessly close to you, her free hand reached out, pulling open the top drawer of her desk as she dug around for a second before she managed to get the ring vibe on her thumb. You did you best not to shriek as her hand made its way back to your cunt, fingers buried within you, the vibe directly on your clit as she pushed down against it, rubbing the vibrations in circles as your body shivered against her. Casey could feel your arousal drenching her hand, slicking your thighs as she continued to press against you, her teeth biting into your lips. You pussy pulsating around her fingers when a brash knock on the door interrupted you. You whipped apart from each other, you couldn’t help but drop into her desk chair, not sure if your legs could hold you up right now, Casey hit the button to turn the vibe off as she called a soft ‘come in’.

None other than your boss Liz Donnelly entered the room, and she didn’t look impressed.

“Judge Donnelly..” You somehow managed to pull yourself together before Casey did.

“There’s no need with the  fanciness,” She started, “You both know this building leaks like a sieve, right?” You both nodded, somewhat confused,  “So why is that I am just now finding out that that the two of you have been screwing around for over a year?” You felt your face pale, you could practically feel Casey’s heart stop. 

“Well we..” Liz was quick to cut her off,

“When I told you to figure out whatever the hell was going on between you…this isn’t exactly what I meant!”  You both stumbled over your words at an attempt to respond, “That being said, I’m glad you two finally came to your senses and fucked because we were all going insane having to deal with your bullshit.” THAT certainly thew you both off,

“Elizabeth I…” Casey began,

“Don’t..honestly, I’m happy for you.” She moved a couple of steps back, “Though if you use my courtroom as a goddamn thirst trap for each other ever again I’m charging you both in contempt.”

“Yes…” You both managed out, she was almost out the door when she turned back for one more, 

“And Casey…” Novak looked up at her, “I’m really hoping your hand wasn’t up Gerard’s skirt 5 seconds before I knocked on the door.” Donnelly may have disappeared faster than she came barreling in, but she knew exactly what was going on. You’d both moved so quickly Casey hadn’t removed the vibe from her thumb (at least it was turned off). Everyone knew now…and there was no hiding it…maybe it really was best if you kept your sexual shenanigans at home….but where was the fun in that?!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #255

I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with me today. Despite having an objectively awesome day today, I seem to have found myself in some kind of funk. I feel generally awful and overwhelmed with worry about a variety of things, most of which I can't talk about with anyone, anywhere, for fear of sounding insane. I haven't had any drive to create anything at all for a number of weeks, too, and it's scaring me.

…Well, that's all right. The only thing for it is to carry it, and the only way out is through. I've got a few more years to wait before I'll be able to see if anything has changed. The passage of time feels unforgivingly slow, and in a few more months, there's not gonna be enough sunlight for me to feel good until next March rolls around. But that's okay. Worse things have happened. It feels heavy now, but it won't feel like this forever.

So I'll just talk about the various things I did today.

The tooth extraction that I was supposed to get next Tuesday has been cancelled because I guess no oral surgeons are going to be in on that day. It has been rescheduled to the first of October, which I guess is cool and all, but… I guess I really kinda wanted to just get it done and over with.

I went with a friend - her name is Bv - to an Italian sandwich place. We were supposed to go to the tea shop next door, but they're closed for the next number of weeks for some reason. But this new place we tried was pretty cool, too. They had flowers in places:

...I thought you might like them.

Here's what I ended up getting:

It's some kind of sandwich with mozzarella, roasted red peppers, and prosciutto. And I guess a salad came with it.

Bv and I talked a long time, and it was really difficult because she wanted to eat outside, and the sound of the cars rushing by made it hard to hear her, and... she's a much older lady, probably somewhere between 60 and 70 years old. If my Auditory Processing Disorder gets in the way of me understanding her, the most likely scenario is that she's going to assume that I'm either being deliberately disrespectful or that I am not paying enough attention. So I focused really hard, and it was really difficult, but I think I managed for the most part.

Bv has a friend with trauma, but this friend of hers isn't exactly handling it well. I guess Bv is going to try to put her friend in touch with me to see if I can help somehow. If I'm contacted, surely I'm gonna try. But... I'm half expecting that it's not going to work out. In order for any of what I can say to this person to be useful to them at all, they'd first need a relatively flexible mind and a willingness to try new things. In my limited experience, it's difficult for most people to maintain those kinds of traits. From what I've seen, people generally want quick fixes for their problems that make everything better in a jiffy. People wanna get better, but without actually changing anything about themselves, their environment, or the mindset they carry.

Put in Dead Cells terms, most people wanna just be able to play on 5 Boss Cells and not get hit, but without needing to put in the practice to get there. And I get why - it's not because people are bad or lazy or whatever; no that's not it at all. Rather, they're just too tired to be able to sustain effort that isn't going to produce instantaneous results. It's not a moral failure as much as it is reflective of a profound state of total exhaustion on their part.

I get into states like that, too. It's because I'm human. I am by absolutely no means perfect.

...Regardless, I have to try. If there's even the smallest chance I might be able to help, I gotta.

After I got home, J was at a flying lesson. So I played Dead Cells. But I was feeling tired and weird, so I didn't do very well. I never made it past the Prison Depths. I kept getting easily frustrated with myself, so I figured the thing to do is stop. So that's what I did.

And now I'm here, writing to you. But I think I'm gonna call it here, because I've got work tomorrow and I have to rest, and if I keep going, I'm going to ramble.

Sephiroth... don't die out there, okay? Don't do anything that will lead to whatever you're made of disappearing. Please.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[mybones537]

Time chapter 5 (Moriarty the Patriot x reader)

This has already been posted on wattpad under the same username

  London, England 1875 

It’s been 3 months now since I’ve been here, it's now October. I’m now working as a doctor for a few nobles, I use half the money I earn for personal stuff and the rest I use for medical care to help the lower classes. 

Last month a young girl came up to me and she asked me to come take a look at her big sister. They live in the slums. I ended up spending 2 weeks there helping sick people. After that I realised that there is clearly no proper medical system in this country, but I can’t expect much from 1800s England.  

After that day I saved that heart attack victim, I've been popular as a doctor. I was on the front page of the newspaper. One person accused me of being a witch, but they were deemed insane so nothing happened luckily. A lot of other doctors have tried to debunk my way of practice, but each time they failed. I’ve had a hundred percent success rate since I got here. My medical textbooks have helped a lot and the history textbook turned out to be a medical history, which helped a lot. Thanks to my books I have been able to more easily figure out what is most likely wrong with my patients.  

Sherlock has come by once or twice asking some medical questions relating to his cases. I’ve managed to help him here and there. Lestrade comes and visits once in a while to see how I’ve been doing. I often see Miss Hudson. We have become good friends. 

About a week ago I was on my way to a patient when I started to notice a man following me. I’ve tried to figure out who he is and why he’s following me. After that started, I purchased a gun and bullets for self defence and kept it on me at all times. I’ve been cautious whenever I go out. This is starting to freak me out.

Today I have been extremely careful. I have only gone out to see one or two patients today. 

I had just finished with my last patient for today, I was on my way back to my apartment in Baker Street. When I suddenly fell unconscious. I felt my body being lifted up. 

3 hours later  

I woke up with a pain in my neck and a throbbing headache. It was dark, very dark. I tried to move but felt my arms and legs were bound to the chair I’m sitting in. I tried to untie the restraints but they were too tight.   

The door opened and a man walked in, he was holding a lantern. The light from the lantern was dim but it was bright enough for me to see my surroundings, brick walls and an old oak door. The man that walked has short naive blue hair similar to Sherlock. The same eyes as him, he has that same look, he’s trying to read me but almost seems to have a look of confusion. He seemed slightly taller than him, his demeanour was commanding respect. He seemed older than Sherlock, but based on genetics I’m guessing he is Sherlock's older brother.

“You’re Sherlock’s older brother aren’t you? I’ve seen you before, you’re the guy who’s been following me” I asked, he looked surprised but then covered it up with a smirk. 

“So you are as good as they say. I usually get the other guys to do it but you intrigue me” He walked up to me, he leaned down and lifted up my chin. He looked me in the eyes, then moved my head from side to side. “My name is Mycroft Holmes… you’re awfully pretty and I have some questions for you” 

“And why would I answer any of your questions? The only thing I know about you is that you are Sherlock’s brother, you are practically the British government, you are at least 7 years older than him, he despises you but you still care about him’’  I said to him.

“Well you clearly know more about me than I do you. I’ve done a background search on you but the only thing that came up was from 3 months ago. I even pulled some strings to see if I could find you at all but not a single thing came up. I expected to at least find your medical degree since you’re a doctor, but nothing not a thing” My blood ran cold. He was onto me.

Fuck. What do I do now? I doubt I will be able to fool him. He’s Sherlock’s older brother, he is probably even more observant than Sherlock. I’m done for.

“Don’t know why you couldn’t find anything, maybe there was a mistake.” I said lying through my teeth. 

“You see at first I thought so, but after I checked another 2 times I started to suspect something wasn’t right” He let go of my chin but still leaned in close. “Now Dr (last name) you got some explaining to do” 

[icedmetaltea]

x

Had the worst panic attack of my life today. The ear infection spread to my other ear and since then the muffled hearing has been a hair's width away from sending me into an attack. Not being able to hear my own breathing is as it turns out a super big trigger for me.

Today, it got too much. I could barely hear anything or anyone, barely make out what my parents were saying. I started having a really bad attack and we got in the car to go to the ER with hopes that they could drain my middle ears.

The closest one was 40 mins away. I had a panic attack the entire time, and by the time we got there I was full-on hysterical and screaming. I've never ever done that before. Idk like... normally I can at least hear myself wheezing so I know albeit distantly that I'm breathing. I couldn't hear myself breathing at all, so screaming felt like the only thing I could do. It was so visceral, I sounded like someone out of a horror movie, and I couldn't control it at all.

I feel so stupid, so cowardly, so guilty. I know I hurt my parents' eardrums, scared them half to death, ruined their fun day.

When we got there we had to wait 1 1/2 hrs just to see someone. The doctor said my ear infection was still bad in both ears and she prescribed me new antibiotics and some steroids to bring down the swelling so my middle ears can hopefully drain, so at least there's that...

I don't know how much the visit or the meds cost. Probably a lot. I can't get on medicaid here and am not on my parents' insurance, so I know it probably cost them a small fortune. I feel so guilty. I should've waited to call my regular doc for a normal appointment since he has a sliding scale. I just... lost it today.

Completely and utterly lost it. Now I'm terrified of what I'll do to myself next. Everything I've been scared of happening has happened. What's next, going deaf from the infection? Going full-on insane? I don't know but I know the universe will not hold back.

Also thinking I maybe should just delete this blog because let's be honest, I barely post anymore. All I do is whine. Nobody followed me for that. I don't even know if I'll ever get better. All I want to do right now is cut and hope that my mind will repress these memories so I never have to remember what I coward I am

[sapphire-weapon]

I'm not on Twitter and have no idea what happened today (mainly thanks to insanely toxic fandom shit, I do not have the headspace for that anymore) but as per your last ask, I'm sorry people were shitty to you today. I don't know what happened, but being dogpiled over ships is so stupid. Regardless, you're a talented writer and I absolutely adore your blog. I enjoy everything you put out and I'm saying this as somebody who's painfully neutral about Leshley/Eagleone lmao. The way you break down Leon, Ashley, Ada and others is so, so well fucking written and it's so lovely to see someone who can agree with my own opinions (even if I'm a relatively new and poorly articulate fan!).

My point: I hope hate never gets to you. You don't deserve it. Keep talking and writing, you're wonderful!

It doesn't get to me, and I think it was frustrating for a lot of the people who tried to jump on me to realize that I was treating them like a joke. I'm done playing with them now, though. I got bored, and now I'm just blocking anyone who decides to be a clown.

Basically what happened was, I went to Twitter and I yelled at EagleOne fandom to stop trying to appease the rest of RE fandom by wringing their hands and insisting that the ship is purely 100% innocent and there's no basis in canon.

And then Aeon fandom found the Tweet and they went full

and they took the whole "no, actually, Leon and Ashley's shared arc in RE4make is, in fact, canonically romantic in nature" thing very personally.

What I learned today is:

EagleOne will never be treated as a valid ship in fandom because the rest of the fandom has beaten down the majority of EagleOne people into believing (or at least saying they believe) that the ship isn't valid. We are our own worst enemies, and we are the ones holding the ship back -- not Aeon fandom or anyone else. As long as EagleOne people continue to care about what the rest of the fandom thinks of us, we will never be able to enjoy the ship on our own terms.

There's a really weird and uncomfortable sex-averse thing happening in fandom that I kind of vaguely knew in the back of my mind was there, but I had NO IDEA just how prevalent and insidious it was. Half the people were going "no no no there's no there there in canon" and the other half were legit saying "why do you have to sexualize it?" (as though two people being attracted to each other isn't inherently sexual in nature to begin with?) or even going so far as to say that my brain has been ruined by porn, as though I'm not like. A full grown adult who has had several different dicks in my own mouth, ass, and vagina at varying points in my life.

When given actual evidence for the claims I was making, the people who received it shut the fuck up and never came back into my mentions ever again. It is possible to get people to second-guess the narrative that's been fed to them by fandom, but if there's a way to effectively do that en masse, I don't know what it is.

Slash fans are based as fuck, because their responses to my Tweets were "ok but in my head Leon is still getting railed by dudes" and that is, objectively and unironically, the best attitude I've seen held by any shippers in any fandom ever. They're right, and they should feel good about saying it.

I'm not trying to pull an "it was just a social experiment" because it wasn't, and I genuinely was trying to call out EagleOne people for being a bunch of spineless cowards who are dedicated to destroying their own fun, but a very interesting bit of social commentary did shake out of the whole situation unintentionally.

But like I said to the last anon, I'm glad you're here, bro. I'm glad to be able to provide a place in this fandom where people can actually have intellectual conversations about scripting, game design, and cinematography/film direction/symbolism without the fear of the mob jumping on them for daring to think a little bit (as opposed to not at all).

[punkscowardschampions]

Jali Pt.2

Ali: [we still haven’t said anything with words of any coherency, which is unusual because can usually never shut your mouth but that’s the level of !! today folks, can take his lead and be tracing your name on him with the intensity you’ve been STARING with for the last however long]

Johnny: [we stan, this boy most of all because there’s no clearer indication of the levels of !! than this hence he’s gotta just put his all into absolutely killing them both and it not remotely be about limited time and only because of y’all’s insane emotions, but you’re welcome it isn’t going to take long with the state they are in]

Ali: [today is all about insanely intense quickies, clearly, nothing else will do]

Johnny: [it’s the mood and again we stan, btw I vote that we should add in an epic first by saying that when they are done and he’s gotta go and get ready fr he sneaks her into his actual caravan because doesn’t wanna leave her in theirs alone when they have limited time to spend together and it would be easy-ish because half the site are down the pub]

Ali: [the way we will be GIDDY about this, calm down girl, unlike you, we are a curious cat and will be looking around with all the wide-eyed wonder because lowkey thought we’d never be allowed in here, excuse us]

Johnny: [ngl gal I thought that too but it tracks for this mood and this moment that he doesn’t wanna be separated from her hence keeping her in his line of sight wherever she’s wandering about this caravan and regardless of the fact he’s meant to be getting ready and does have every intention of doing so lol, eventually I’m sure, impatiently dragging her into his bedroom with an affectionate oh you kind of face like you can’t possibly have any more you wanna be nosy at in this living room and kitchen moment even though there is definitely more she wants to see but he’s that sort of bear, going to his wardrobe to pick out something nice for once which is giving when he dressed her respectably so obvs remembering and LOOKING at her]

Ali: [allowing yourself to be dragged with a grin like okay, okay, I’m sorry because don’t wanna actually be nosy to the point of making him regret this decision, hence we were only looking, not touching, and the way we so gently perch at the end of his bed like y’all didn’t defile Ro’s together as well as your own, stroking this duvet like it’s a soft animal because remembering Halloween when he brought it over for y’all, resisting/getting distracted from burying your face in it to smell him by how adorable he looks putting his nice clothes on, getting up like do you need help, as if that’s the reason for the LOOK and not what we all know it really is, straightening his collar for him, whether it’s necessary or not, constantly checking him out blatantly]

Johnny: [letting her straighten his collar for him purely for the vibes even though he’d normally resist stuff like that, likewise going to put his hair back up and tidy cos we all know it got fucked up by that quickie but then letting her do it for the same reason, living for the domestic husband and wife energy of this, even though those efforts will be ruined instantly by the way he’s pushing her onto his bed fully and rolling her up in the duvet cos read her mind there and they haven’t had a playfight moment in too long]

Ali: [with how much we are luxuriating in running our fingers through your hair, I’d be amazed if we’d even got it back up before you pushed us onto this bed so that’s okay, snapping his hairband ‘round our wrist for the now as we attempt to free ourself from this duvet like my boo of a morning]

Johnny: [LOL there’s no way she’ll be as grumpy as me or able to free herself because he’s doing his being a weighted blanket lying on her thing rn and if he had his way forever, having the most fun pinning her to this bed and then doing his intense af double handhold too + pinging this hairband on her wrist playfully after that, gently at first but obvs getting more extra about how hard he’s pulling it and it’s therefore snapping back, and as he’s getting more extra, pulling the key and lowkey choking her as per wth his other hand]

Ali: [when the first thing you say is now CHOKED out of you in such an extra way that only feels appropriate by this point, even if it wasn’t your intention, or you who’s making the decision to sound like that right now because it’s all down to him and what he’s doing ‘shall I wait here?’ as a true question and not a veiled suggestion, because he obviously has to arrive at this party first, she does not need to be here yet]

Johnny: [how fitting, well played boo, the NOD as he THINKING about her waiting in his bed because couldn’t be more about it so his eyes have never been darker or more intense, no notes]

Ali: [not you two here THINKING about it this insanely yet silently, kissing him almost in a thank you type way, how you would on the cheek if someone got you a present but it’s on his mouth and naturally far more indecent, taking both the hands you’re still holding and putting them around your waist]

Johnny: [the lack of words exchanged are sending me honestly, god bless you both, just here having a lil makeout sesh on his bed like they have nowhere to be because she’s never been on it before and it cannot be overstated how much it’s KILLING him that she is]

Ali: [you deserve it lads, said like you’re being forced to do something horrific aka be at a party together but not together, it could be worse but you still hate it so enjoy this moment because you’re both dying about it, even if she’s trying to conceal that somewhat because we wanna stay and not ruin it]

Johnny: [I’m torn between letting y’all hook up on his bed rn because who knows when you’ll get the chance again, if ever, or being really really mean and making him leave because peeps are coming back for this party]

Ali: [hmm, let’s be mean, gives some spice to the party but not too much because you have, twice, so lmao]

Johnny: [okay then sir, you gotta leave, but obvs do your extra af wife style cheek kiss that turns into a really dramatic final kiss before you do]

Ali: [let him go, on your best behaviour here, only allowing yourself to linger within this final kiss, no pulling him back or anything]

Johnny: [mhmm, real best behaviour, I’m not even gonna let him message her once he’s left, just be THINKING of her in your bed until you see her enter this party and can shoot her the first LOOK of the night across it]

Ali: [trying not to return the LOOK instantly because best behaviour includes being sneaky and showing him how well you do it more than anything else, obviously we sneakily are though; be giving Bartley whatever birthday gift you’ve got him with a hug whether it’s just a bottle or something more depending if you found anything suitable, undoubtedly saying hi to Ronan too as they’ve both been at the pub with Johnny]

Johnny: [it’s okay gal you’re not in love with him like Carly is, nobody’s expecting you to go in with a really feelsy gift, teenage boys are usually very uninspiring tbf, what’s important here is the blatant jealousy that she gets to hug his brother openly but not him, we can’t even talk about how closely he’s watching Ronan for his every reaction during that quick af convo as well, unsubtle antics but he cannot help it remotely, catch him taking these lads off for lads lads lads drinks like shots or whatever or a smoke or something purely to get them, especially Ronan lbr, away from Alison]

Ali: [you can’t complain or blame Johnny for being obvious there, the vibe between you and Ronan is honestly that unfinished and blatant on his end so you lads go lad it up and we can find Carly and see how she is tonight]

Johnny: [at least she’ll be in a good mood because she’ll have already snuck this boy her gift and it was well received, so glad, cali deserve to just be blatant girls in love, there isn’t enough of that without angst, but we all know this boy will be watching her as unsubtly when she’s with Carly too because he hates her and thinks she’s the worst influence on planet earth, so feel his eyes on you at all times tbh Alison]

Ali: [y’all did kinda bring this on yourselves ladies by picking these boys who you cannot simply date but I’ll let you live about it, amuse yourselves by comparing your modest church girl lewks girls, here trying not to be distracted by this boy and thus not listening]

Johnny: [me here just knowing this boy is gonna get the drunkest he ever has (excluding the cheating messy convo) because they were at the pub for however long and now he has nothing else to do because Ali is the only person he actually wants to interact with at this party, soz everyone, and he cannot, and that is so dangerous, y’all are welcome we’re not blowing this all up and getting you caught tonight]

Ali: [the way we’re trying to get your attention to come see us by the fire so y’all can poke it and chit-chat without it being sussy, here like hello]

Johnny: [he absolutely shouldn’t be that close to her because he has no chill and self control ever but he absolutely will come over because he has no chill and self control ever lol, it’s a good way to highlight that he’s drunker than he usually is at these kind of functions whereby he’s usually the most sober one]

Ali: [handing him a stick or whatever because you are soberer than you usually are to match the energy of your outfit, nodding at him as a question, like you good? Whilst giving a slight check over look up and down]

Johnny: [playfully poke her with this stick before he starts prodding the fire with it in the way you would if you’d not seen her outfit before and are amused like check you out in your different vibe tonight because nobody will bat an eyelid at this (not that any of these lads are nosy enough as we’ve discussed many a time) but really so you can nod back without it being as serious and intense as we know it is, turning to the fire but LOOKING back at her in a subtle corner of his eye/side on manner]

Ali: [do a little fake prayer hands moment like yep, I’m a whole new girl ‘saved’ with a wink because this can all be bants, it’s a party, lads, however the smile with it is a more genuine response to his nod]

Johnny: [that cliche of sitting close enough that his free hand can touch hers while they are both by their sides because I can and I want to and their legs are also close enough to be, all without drawing attention or suspicion]

Ali: [it has to be done, live a little, I dare yous, not you going red because you’re touching his hand, the fire is warm so you can but you’re 😳 and we all know it]

Johnny: [he knows and he will be nudging her leg with his about it so she knows he knows because love to see it even though his poker face is firmly in place rn]

Ali: [giving him a little but more obvious shove back like oi, you; naturally SQUEEZING his arm when you shove him]

Johnny: [standing up and doing his hands up gesture he did when he entered the caravan on halloween for that throwback like I’m so soz but really he just wants to be able to stand this close and basically over her for the EYE CONTACT nobody else can see because he has his back to any of y’all who are also around this fire]

Ali: [having to really focus on maintaining somewhat of a poker face here, though we are BITING our lip, simply unavoidable when the memory has been evoked and he’s standing over you like THAT, asking him to get you a drink purely because you need a moment away from him or you think you might do something rn]

Johnny: [do go and find her the girliest drink on offer at this party, which it amuses me to imagine was probably brought by the girl Moses is kissing in those pics because not a fan of either of you lol, but not before he’s leant in SO close as if he simply needs to in order to hear said drink order over the music playing and it isn’t just because he wants his ear and the whole angled side of his face to be within almost touching distance of her mouth]

Ali: [just stealing from this gal shamelessly, love that for you, soz sis for all the reasons but not at all soz for the way we are saying ‘PLEASE’ in this boys ear right now because it’s a must, along with the innocent 😇 look after like thanks, bye]

Johnny: [mhmm, god knows what he is bringing back but we gotta for the cliche LINGERING hand touch as he passes her this drink soz random girl I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [the ‘thank you’ won’t hit as hard because we don’t get to be in your ear and extra with it but giving you a quick knowing look over this drink because manners]

Johnny: [giving her a look back which means thank me later because we all know it’s only a matter of time before they sneak off from this party for the first time]

Ali: [raising a brow in a maybe I will fashion as if there’s any question over it, before someone demands you actually socialise and thus it’s a tbc as you fake the wave back over your shoulder is casual]

Johnny: [go back to staring daggers at whoever that is sir whether it’s Carly or Ronan or someone else entirely because you’re already bored of this party and the socialising you were made to do however long you lasted at the pub, I can definitely imagine you just fleeing to go and mess with your bike or something else that needs fixing despite the fancy clothes you’re wearing rn]

Ali: [it’s a good thing you’re a serious boy so no one is clocking any of this hehe, the way we would HATE losing eyes on you even though we need no guesses to know where you’re going and to do what, will let you have it though because we love you and know you will always love tinkering a million times more than any party, when the vibe of the music has changed a bit later though, gonna message you]

Ali: Everyone’s dancing now, come dance?

Ali: I miss you

Johnny: [LOL everyone is used to him just scowling and leaving, god bless, I love you sir]

Johnny: You come to me

Ali: Now?

Johnny: I’ll let you help [whatever he’s doing, we don’t claim to know or understand]

Ali: I’m glad I dressed for the occasion 😏

Johnny: For being stood there handing us [whatever piss easy tool they joked about last time he said this]

Johnny: you’re learning

Ali: I’ll have learnt how to fully strip and reassemble your bike before you learn how to ask nicely for my help

Johnny: I don’t need your help, I’ve need of you

Ali: False pretences, shocking

Johnny: More shocking you’re not already here

Ali: I’d thought we’d last ‘til [a clearly ambitious time lmao]

Johnny: To prove what to who?

Ali: To earn my invite back, not related and automatically entered 

Johnny: Birthday boy isn’t troubling himself where you go or who with, there’s too many other people about who’ve drinks with his name on

Ali: Yeah, by this point, you’re right

Ali: Just telling you why I were trying

Johnny: I’m proud of you, that’s what you want me to tell you

Ali: No, I don’t expect you to be for this

Ali: in general, of course that’s what I wanna hear

Johnny: No? Why, you’ve not disgraced yourself or shown me up

Ali: I couldn’t show you up, no one knows

Johnny: I know

Ali: What do you know?

Johnny: You could, you would’ve when I 1st met you

Ali: Maybe

Ali: but you don’t deserve that now

Johnny: Maybe I’ll dance, as you’ve earnt yourself 1

Ali: 😁

Johnny: [do come back, adorably dishevelled from your antics, I’m picturing his shirt buttoned slightly wrong/one missed cos he took it off to not get it covered in oil and has hurriedly put it back on and a smudge of something on his cheek or nose or wherever where he’s rubbed with his hands before he cleaned them, it’s an impeccable vibe to arrive over to her with wherever she’s dancing, gonna say it’s with Carly cos she knows and thus will let you steal this girl without making a big !!? of it how somebody else would]

Ali: [it’s giving the gifs of y’all bebopping we have and we love to see it, can dance with each other without DANCING with each other, like it’s nbd when everyone is just jumping about like this, of course we are shamelessly using the chaos and the crowd to sneak actual meaningful touching and moments here because who knows, no one; can fully just laugh and wipe his face for him, ‘cos that could be taking the piss and not the lingering oh you heart eyes it actually is]

Johnny: [mhmm, though we should say Ronan is looking because of course he is and it gives foreshadowing of that gif where jali are kissing and he’s watching and lurking, like if he’s keeping an eye on y’all from now on/doesn’t necessarily think much of this but sees another moment another time at another party or whatever and is like oh, just sowing seeds despite how careful y’all are being tonight cos again we love to, catch him taking something from her hair real or imagined e.g bday confetti from balloons or party poppers with the same laugh but actual lingering heart eyes and touch happening]

Ali: [agreed, like you’re not peeping on purpose yet you’re just watching Alison ‘cos duh but it’s all gonna add up for you eventually; right now we’re oblivious to any and all of it because we’re having too much fun purposefully crashing into him the way you can when you’re dancing this kinda way, obviously we’re interacting with other peeps still enough that it’s not blatant but we’re only totally accidentally pressing against you when we’re not looking where we’re throwing our booty mhmm]

Johnny: [soz not soz everyone they are having a moment and are FULLY in it, making the most of every second they can dance like this and how far they can take it without it being blatant, they need it because it’s as close to dancing together in front of anyone as they are allowed and he’s for once drunk enough that he isn’t paranoid and stressed about everything he’s doing or saying and can actually have fun with it]

Ali: [yup, everyone is dancing with everyone on the face of it but also if everyone else wasn’t busy with their own agendas of who they wanna dance with really, you would see that we’re dancing together more than we are not, actually so happy about it, don’t mind us]

Johnny: [mhmm, catch Carly trying to pull the same move with Bartley and Ronan trying it with Alison, nobody is subtle and I stan, hence it escaping everyone’s notice that he doesn’t usually dance and this is the longest he has ever, if anyone did we’re just in the party spirit for his lil bro’s bday]

Ali: [me like you’re welcome that he’s actually happy right now people, the obliviousness of these boys never fails to send me but it couldn’t be realer lmao; but obviously the way these two particular boys are both trying to dance with you right now could make this awkward and we’re slipping out after too many near misses in our more sober mind, go get yourself another drink, gal]

Johnny: [poor Alison, so in demand always, this boy is 1000% following her before Ronan can because Carly will be intercepting him with a dance cockblock even if it makes Bartley mad/think she wants to get with Ronan/makes Ronan think she wants to get with him again because that’s the sort of friend she is, letting jali have a moment wherever these drinks are, so he’ll be taking her elbow and steering her into a corner where people aren’t whether she managed to grab a drink or not, hiding behind his real annoyance about Ronan as the reason because everyone knows he’s anti it and has been public about that, if y’all see the scowl he’s giving you can believe he’s just telling her off about it without trying to ruin the party and nothing else is going on]

Ali: [again, pure luck that it looks like you’re having a go and not just following her because you wanna but we’re taking it ‘cos we can’t shoo you away, we just can’t, saying you managed to grab a drink so you can pass it to him, pressing it into his chest like it’s a peace offering]

Johnny: [taking a drink from it and passing it back purely so their lips can touch via said drink because they can’t any other way rn, standing with his arms folded over his chest where it just was, again, looking like he’s cross and having a go cos nobody can tell over the music but he’s actually holding himself together and reining himself in so that he doesn’t touch her rn in a way they can’t style out and what he actually says is ‘now come on, with me’ like I’ll storm off in one direction and you in another but really we’ll find each other at the caravan or wherever]

Ali: [nodding, giving you’re listening to him but not engaging with this conversation to anyone watching if they were but also it’s all we are capable of now realising people could be, letting him go first, obviously, so you give it a minute without giving it long enough that anyone else can come follow you]

Johnny: [me deciding right this minute that they should be allowed the hookup in his caravan in his bed that they were denied earlier (because he’s drunk and extra enough to allow this) so waiting for her there and grabbing her literally while she’s walking past to go to theirs and pulling her in, kissing her the second his door is closed, against it with so much !! like it’s the first time or been years instead of hours since they did]

Ali: [as per trying not to scream as you are grabbed but where you’re being pulled into makes you MOAN, thankfully into this kiss so it’s not as deafening as it could be in the comparative silence of this caravan, ending up clutching at his shirt because intentions of fixing his buttons via taking it off right now but you’re too distracted by this kiss]

Johnny: [he is always lowkey kidnapping her lol, I’d scream if I could, shamelessly this boy is doing a non-stop makeout sesh until he can THROW her onto his bed with even more !! though so it won’t matter how much noise she makes or what kind because swallowing them all here with how dramatic we’re being, only stopping when she lands on said bed so he can STARE at her there and really take a moment to relive when she was waiting there before and all he could do was THINK about it]

Ali: [when we’re both here THINKING about it, maintaining the eye contact whilst you wrap this duvet around yourself how it was when you were just here waiting, like you’re recreating it exactly for him]

Johnny: [he’ll be here maintaining the intense af eye contact and giving her hair BIG strokes so it fans out all over his pillow while she’s wrapping herself up]

Ali: [biting your lip yet again to stifle another big NOISE, reaching both your hands out to hold the sides of his face, stroking him in a similar loving fashion because ‘I missed you so much’]

Johnny: [running his thumb over her bottom lip like no thank you don’t stifle any noise ever which true there is a loud party going on but we all know he’d be like that even if there wasn’t, holding her face exactly the same way she was/still is his ‘how much?’ because needs to know despite it being blatant and mutual, very obviously meaning tell me what you were thinking about/doing while you were waiting before]

Ali: [when your eyes widening is a LOUD reaction because so giant, so blue, excuse us ‘I didn’t move’ shaking your head in his hands/covering him with your hair he’d just nicely laid out there, because don’t want you to think we were actually having a snoop/behaving is the theme of the evening so of course we stayed put, wrapping our legs around him how you might’ve the duvet though with !! because not saying it wasn’t tough, like]

Johnny: [a genuine smile at her genuine good behaviour because it is the theme of the night and he loves to see it, looking at her like a proud father as he does his own nod, deciding in this moment that she’s therefore earned another dance the way they could not when everyone is around using the music y’all can still hear from this party, however faintly, so pulling her up with him as her legs are still wrapped around him at this point ‘they’re all dancing still’ as explanation ‘I’ll let you move again now’ love that we’re here like children jumping on a bed because hasn’t yet moved off it to the floor and that the duvet is giving wedding veil on her outfit because she’s wrapped in it]

Ali: [such a pure and joyous moment for you two, don’t mind me feeling emotional about it, pushing him lower by using his shoulders to push ourselves higher when we jump, ‘cos we don’t want you to hit your head on the ceiling and also we’re trying to be taller than you here, are inevitably going to slip on our duvet train and veil because we’re clumsy and it is slippery underfoot, just laughing the most]

Johnny: [don’t worry gal he will catch you and turn it into a hot move like he’s dipping and twirling her and therefore this dancing into an adorable slow dance regardless of what music is playing rn and how much it doesn’t go, full intentions of it being the ballroom style vibes of your first one but it isn’t gonna be cos it’s instead a v romantic and suggestive slow dance because gotta be that close and have your bodies pressed that tightly together rn obvs]

Ali: [so sorry that no one reaches these romantic heights with you again bestie, peaking so soon, here pressing your whole face into his neck because you can’t deal and maybe if you focus on breathing him in your heart will stop trying to thud out your chest]

Johnny: [which is why I’m so buzzing he’s coming back and y’all get a second chance to be a couple even if it does take years and the circumstances are less than ideal, we still love to see it, here and now just savour this dance you couldn’t have earlier, always behaving as if they’ve got all the time in the world when actually they’ve sneaked away from a party where she at least will be missed]

Ali: [mhmm, it’s a nice ‘ending’ not that that’s where the story is ending but you know, it’s happy for both of you ultimately; pressing our lips against your pulse point, humming whatever song is playing, however right you’re getting it because you aren’t listening properly, it’s all so background in comparison to this moment]

Johnny: [I really like that the only other person who gets this kind of later in life circle back is your brother with Meena, that’s so accidentally meaningful of us, I could write an essay, but ANYWAY, focusing on the here and now, this boy is making such a quiet but !! noise about it, like it hasn’t quite clicked how alone they are and how loud he could be if he wanted rn]

Ali: [my boo says in this essay I will- lmao, wuv you miss; doing a little giggle about it because it’s cute and so is he, giving him an equally as little kiss in the same spot ‘I like dancing with you, however we have to do it’ because also appreciated the moment that couldn’t be a full moment by the fire just now and we want you to know that]

Johnny: [I can’t even express how THRILLED I am that Tomeena and Jali are having kids at the same time, love that for you all, literally me needing to make him pull her hair and into a kiss because the way I nearly wrote ILY then and sir you aren’t drunk enough for that so kiss her and hush]

Ali: [it’s nice, considering Ali starts really young and the drama all that is, for sure; I was going to say it too, I’m allowed but lmao, we’re all on the same page here, push him down onto this bed again, miss, so you can make out properly]

Johnny: [y’all are due a really !! makeout sesh because it has been a minute, he will be taking his shirt off without pausing said makeout so that her name is exposed because gotta have the reminder it’s there now that they are alone and that’s sinking in]

Ali: [touching his chest with one hand, rubbing the material of his shirt between your finger and thumb with the other, as if you’re wondering at how such a thin layer stops everyone seeing this, ‘cos you are, even if none of this thought process is being verbalised or shown beyond that and the way we’re kissing you so possessively like we’re not alone and you got something to prove here]

Johnny: [catch this boy pulling her underwear down to expose the initials on her booty cheek and giving special and extra attention to his last because he’s thinking about how much he wants to marry her and that is how he’s showing that along with matching the energy with how he’s kissing her back]

Ali: [doing a more insistent and loud kinda noise into this kiss and his mouth about this because any reminder that mark is still there is so wanted because beyond staring at our own booty in pics or a mirror, that one is not as accessible to us, plus it just feels good obvs, swinging the key to the front of this chain to play with it right now]

Johnny: [seeing her do that with the key and fighting a literal war with himself internally over whether he should give her a key to this caravan too or not because obviously he should not but he really wants to in this moment, kissing her with all the !! conflict inside of him e.g like he holds her personally responsible for causing it, which is giving the energy of their first kiss ever]

Ali: [when you were having your own, far more casual in comparison but still very real, internal debate, over what I must now absolutely have you do in response to this extra energy, which is yank this key off your neck so you can carve your own initials into him right now but of course they aren’t your initials but AOS, by the logic of how y’all were making out right there, going to say this is landing in the hip/stomach area, ‘cos no forethought is being put into it we’re just coming at you]

Johnny: [when you’re about it enough just thinking it’s her actual initials when she’s doing the A but LORD when he realises it isn’t and can’t be a M she’s doing next, the UNHOLY reaction cannot be overstated, verbally in how loudly he’s MOANING and it’s the most dramatic string of swearwords he’s ever spoken, like on par with calling Moses the c word in the group chat, and physically with how !! he’s moving about this, it’ll be a miracle if the thrust of his hips doesn’t knock the key from her hand mid letter]

Ali: [that S is going to be shaky as all hell because your reaction paired with how it’s going to have us is making it damn near impossible to finish but we must, even as we’re burying our head into your chest with the !! of it killing us so we’re not even looking ourself at this point, simply too much and we love it]

Johnny: [this boy dying so hard about every second of this that he has to pull her head to look at her handiwork as soon as it’s done because need the wide eyed reaction + whatever else she’ll do in response even if it ends his life, the way his breathing has never been this insane before, it’s wilder than the time he came home from work on his lunch break and they were being feral because overwhelmed isn’t the word truly]

Ali: [pacing between looking at what you just did and making EYE CONTACT with him, whilst you don’t breathe at all like you’re taking it in turns and it’s all his right now, speedily and erratically doing a love heart around this as the !! punctuation that is fitting for how you’re both DYING]

Johnny: [SO overwhelmed and unable to cope that he unthinkingly bites her arse cheek so that his initials there are inside of it, when you probably thought he was gonna hit you there again instead when he manoeuvres this gal to do that but then there’s that happening purely fuelled by how !! they both are]

Ali: [oh the GASP that was just going to be an intake of breath you desperately needed but was more a scream in reverse somehow, sounding absolutely insane which matches how you feel, the choked sob because that would hurt but also that only feels appropriate and thus you are INTO it, not staying remotely still laid across his lap like this]

Johnny: [when you’re equally as surprised you did that but as into it, hence there’s 0 hesitation in how he’s then immediately eating her out from this angle like he knows damn well how turned on she was by that but the only possible way he can check is by sticking his tongue deep inside of her, just feral behaviour]

Ali: [so glad there’s a party going on out there because even if our face is somewhat in these sheets and pillows with the angle, we are NOT being subtle or quiet about how what is being done to us and by who, dropping his name like it’s going out of style right now because all we can think about, soz]

Johnny: [saved by the party backdrop yet again because he is likewise giving absolutely no fucks about where they are or how loud they are being, all this boy cares about is doing the absolute most and that includes with how his hands are all over his initials and the bite mark he just did while his tongue is fucking her as hard as it possibly can]

Ali: [y’all are welcome that it’s often the atmosphere right now because lord knows you need it, the visual of how your dress must be bunched up all around you also is sending me in the best way, keeping that bridal fantasy alive here]

Johnny: [I love that he hasn’t had a single thought to remove it and nor will he once he inevitably can’t take any more after what would feel like forever of him just killing her over and over like this and initiates a hookup with her on this bed on all fours so he can still keep the same energy and extraness with these initials with how he’s touching and staring at them]

Ali: [we all know why and we respect it, the dress is not coming off honeys, not tonight, the way you’re going to be able to feel your handiwork when you’re clapping back on him is going to make you lose it so much in such a blatant way, only making you do more in response]

Johnny: [god bless, I love how blatant we’re being about this wedding fantasy, similarly how blatant this boy is being about how much he likes everything she’s doing and how her new handiwork hurts in the best way, gotta once again dramatically pull her hair and her head back about this so her back is the most arched it can be, everyone’s living their best lives, not me just this minute deciding that he should drop his first ever ILY during this hookup to parallel when she did and he had his freakout, oh how far we’ve come, but we’ll let y’all get to the point of almost being done before he blurts that out so it’s really similar, not yet lads, but it’s gonna happen xoxo]

Ali: [y’all are on the same page about all of this, hence whilst we’re in this insane position we’re doing the most to try and make eye contact with you because the only thing wrong with this position is that we can’t because must be STARING at you at all times obviously, really gotta work for that ILY that you have no idea about yet but I do lol]

Johnny: [they absolutely are and he will be contorting himself forward while she is herself back to try and make that eye contact happen because it’s a flaw and he’s a boy that probably only has a mirror in his bathroom so y’all can’t even use that move rn soz, saying ‘I feel like I’m in your stomach and could put a baby right in from here’ while y’all are still in this position though cos it’s a new and wild one for you clearly, not how anatomy works but I respect what you’re trying to say and the fantasy being continued + how his voice sounds when he does say this]

Ali: [good thing y’all are young and this isn’t going to do you an injury because we’re getting like a gymnast up in here because it’s only pushing him further inside you so that in itself would be enough incentive, without the added bonus of catching his eye when you do and losing it more, can’t even get started on your pregnancy fantasy because that’s much easier achieved and y’all both know it and are doing NOTHING to not let it happen ‘you have to’ said like it’s your job but also said like we NEED you to rn immediately]

Johnny: [it’s a miracle she isn’t preggo already the way y’all are carrying on but you can be tamed we know that, you’re clearly both so into it and end up having lots of kids in the near future for a reason, LOSING it over the fleeting eye contact y’all manage to get hence his ‘it has to be me’ sounds even more indecent for that reason as well as it always being his echoed line from day 1, doing the MOST ofc to make that happen rn immediately as if she doesn’t have a party to get back to]

Ali: [using the secret lingo word for daddy because how else can you heartily agree, along with your big nods for emphasis, your own hands going under this massive dress to grope at his name on your chest hard, trying to keep yourself from losing it because you do have a party to get back to but you don’t want to be anywhere but right here now, also, in this vein, collapsing forward from your arched af position, thus putting some space between y’all like you’re gonna slow down when you can already tell you don’t want to because the 🥺 noise you make about losing him inside you for this moment, like you didn’t do it]

Johnny: [the boy immediately pulling her via this floaty af dress (don’t rip it please because he’s giving no fucks about the fact he could and might in this moment) to pull her into a new position whereby they can make all the EYE CONTACT they want but are still fucking as deeply as possible and don’t have to lose this pregnancy fantasy because ofc he is, STARING at her so dramatically, making such a similar but more boy coded noise as they are back at it again at krispy kreme because y’all are both clearly so close now, how could you not be]

Ali: [at least that’s a very real possibility with where you are and the fucks you don’t give, as long as you’re not flashing everyone at the party after lol, not that we care when we’ve got to act like he cannot be close enough for our liking, back to holding his head but the way we’re pulling it to ours, forehead to forehead is again painful by this point, only looking away to look down at how hard he’s thrusting inside of you right now because you gotta ‘you’re-’ no words no notes, just dying]

Johnny: [my boo says such destruction cannot be tied specifically to him and she’s so right for that, in which case, go ahead and rip it a little bit sir, likewise if she’s wearing any earrings rn she’s deffo losing at least one in this bed for him to find later with how hard he’s likewise grabbing both sides of her face, and there will be her hair all over these sheets for the same reason, torn between kissing her and his current need to say extra af things so saying all his secret lingo words for wife and mother etc into her mouth, the ILY is coming, we all know it is]

Ali: [we’re always into a little bit of destruction, lbr, it’s only furthering this and how violently y’all are going at it but with ALL the love too, the way we are SUCKING your tongue into our open mouth, hot from how the only way you can breathe is by panting out with every thrust into you, not caring if we crash our teeth together or bite you or ourself or you bite us whilst you’re attempting to still talk, however hard we’re making it because we need to inhale your words and let them live inside of us, moving your hands from the side of his face, with no warning and GRIPPING his hips in the same fashion but of course that’s where your initials are so you are DIGGING your nails in that side]

Johnny: [what a mood what a moment, yet again so thankful for this party because how LOUD he MOANS her name when she digs her nails into those initials the entire site would know what’s up, here not at all casually moving like he’s convulsing about it, I can 100% imagine her ending up with a full black eye from an involuntary headbutt or whatever, soz Thomas, you will be worried again]

Ali: [soz to you boy and anyone else who thinks she’s in some kind of domestic violence situation, at least she would tell you the truth, even if that’s not exactly what you want to hear as her brother lmao; we can’t help that we LOVE everything about this boy and this situation right now, throwing his name back with the same energy like it’s the answer to the question her name was, here trying to hold this boy in place like that isn’t what’s killing him and you know it]

Johnny: [DYING about it obvs hence I gotta have him throw his ILY out even if you wanna pretend later it’s because you were dying/drunk/sorry you gave her a black eye/all of the above, we all know he means it and not just in this moment]

Ali: [we all know this is making you cum instantly girl, and how, at least you can’t talk about it because you are gonna be DEAD, RIP]

Johnny: [mhmm, both of you just here DEAD, trying to even slightly recover somehow as per, this boy STARING at the initials she did because he couldn’t look at them properly before when he was too busy fucking her senseless, touching them for the first time himself because it doesn’t feel real that any of that happened]

Ali: [we’ll be here lying on the cold hard ground, okay actually this bed, which we also still can’t believe, like none of this can be real but it is, patting our eye gently and wincing because ow that’s gonna hurt but it’s something to tether us to the now and attempts at getting back up which feel impossible]

Johnny: [only really realising about her eye when you see her wince because that’s how out of it and !! he was in the moment and it didn’t even register, pulling her to him and cradling her head as gently now as they were being rough and feral about it before, looking at it seriously because it’s probably already swelling a bit, so then obviously, going to get something for her to put on it whether that’s the frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel cliche or whatever it is, and so gently pressing said random frozen item a teenage boy fending for himself would have, to her eye, I like to imagine it’s something fun like ice cream/lollies because he is so serious and nobody would expect it and a shoutout to his little nieces and nephews for sure]

Ali: [just smiling up at him because of course you are not bothered, however much it hurts and is going to look gnarly, how could that possibly be a priority now, eyeing up whatever sweet treat is going on our eye in a sec ‘I get one if I’m good, yeah?’]

Johnny: [a smile back as he takes one of these sweet treats and hands it to her, the implication being she has already been very good because true, immediately and even more gently then putting the cold box or whatever back on her eye]

Ali: [just here having this lolly so casually, snuggling against him and offering him licks because he’s gonna be so dehydrated by this point with how much alcohol he’s had and the sesh y’all just did]

Johnny: [share that lolly lads, how cute and wholesome of you, literally here holding this cold thing to her eye until the others start to melt and he has to run and put it back, once again, no fucks given to the party going on or how long y’all have been away from it]

Ali: [whilst he’s doing his freezer run, let yourself into his bathroom to have a look in the mirror, because in fairness you need to assess if this is can go back to the party okay or if you need to stay away, shrugging as you come back out ‘plenty I coulda run into in the dark that weren’t your head’ like we’ll be alright]

Johnny: [his own shrug with such an affectionate face because it’s known how clumsy she is so yeah that tracks, holding his arms out for her to walk into like he’s gotta guide her back safely as he walks over to her, literally putting her feet on his and stepping for them both like she’s a tiny bub and cannot be trusted]

Ali: [just having the best time doing this, shamelessly and unapologetically, giving him such big heart eyes because you don’t have to look where you’re going remotely ‘where are we going?’]

Johnny: [same, he’ll be loling and smiling the entire time that they are going for a wander through this caravan ‘I want to show you what I’ve been busy with when you’re not about to distract us’ cos we know this boy he’s always making something, so lead her over to wherever you’ve been doing that which is probably your overcrowded kitchen table and find whatever it is, feelsy ideas are welcome, because it should defs be related to the new life they’re saving up to run away and start/the baby/wedding they wanna have, but whatever it is it’s unfinished cos clearly a big project unlike when he made her a tiny friend so it’s a piece of said thing that she’d be able to guess because she knows things]

Ali: [tickling his neck like me, distracting? How dare you lol, finally hopping off his feets but keeping hold of his hand like you’ve got to stay close, I’m trying to think what this could be and I’m not sure so we’ll placehold it for now but obviously it’s feelsy as hell and pairing that with the ILY we haven’t even touched on because we don’t want it being taken back, yeah, we’re having emotions about it, your turn to throw yourself into a makeout to not say anything extra]

Johnny: [it matters less what it is and more that it signifies he genuinely is once again planning for their future and it’s a big project to tide him over until they leave/with the vibe of when it’s done we’re going to go, so she has an even realer timescale on when that might be based on the progress of this, I’m having emotions too gal truly cos clearly y’all aren’t leaving as soon as you think you are and it isn’t gonna go to plan when you eventually do, right now y’all know none of that though and he’s sitting her on this table amongst all his clutter to make the makeout even more extra]

Ali: [mhmm, exactly girl, exactly, you both know exactly what this is saying and what it means and that’s why you’re here making out like you’ve got time to do it all again ad infinitum because you just have to, they way we’re trying to say ILY but it’s just sounds approximate of the words and not quite the actual words because you’re so overwhelmed here and of course, never stopping to try and verbalise anything]

Johnny: [the vibes are once again immaculate and we love it for you both, this boy here behaving like y’all have the time or are remotely recovered enough for him to fuck her on this table because so in love rn, god knows the mess and noise you’re creating with what is falling off said table atm]

Ali: [us protecting whatever the project is though like must not break it, moving it out of y’alls way with such care and gentleness, like you aren’t still kissing him so hungrily because feelings have never been higher]

Johnny: [holding onto it/a piece of it that he helps her move throughout this makeout sesh even if it does turn into a full hookup like she did the key when it nearly fused to her palm cos gotta have that parallel excuse me] 

Ali: [my boo says I know what I want, thank you, even if we have to stop you at a makeout, still a vibe, as is the way we’re still holding your other hand about it]

Johnny: [this boy eventually sitting down at one of the chairs at this table like okay then leave me to finish my project because he knows unlike him she wants to go back to this party and shooing her off like she’s distracting him from what he wants to be doing is the only way to verbalise that it’s okay/he knows she can’t just stay here all night without peeps wondering where the hell she’s gone]

Ali: [still pouting like but- because we don’t want to leave you, sitting on his lap side-saddle for lack of a better term like hey, putting our arms around his neck to give him a goodbye kiss about it]

Johnny: [putting everything into this goodbye kiss obvs, then turning it into an extra af cheek kiss how he do and then moving up to kiss her injured eye better, less extra about it and very gentle actually]

Ali: [just staying here and having a soft little snuggle for a moment, as you psych yourself up to go back to the party ‘will you come back at all?’]

Johnny: [‘maybe’ because it’s the only acceptable answer as the answer they always give each other and truly he isn’t ruling it out if he misses her that much he needs to see her so it’s an honest one too]

Ali: [smiling at the maybe because it is your answer and thus the best response, getting up like okay, okay, I’ll go, sorting out your dress and seeing it’s ripped like don’t get distracted but ultimately getting a little distracted lol ‘check me over’ like come on, am I acceptable to leave or not]

Johnny: [doing the most LINGERING look up and down of her that he has ever done because she has given him full permission to and we really wanna savour this moment while she’s still here in front of us, giving her hair SUCH a big stroke like he’s fixing it but really he just wants to, literally getting up so he can walk round her and STARE from every angle, picking up her dress and doing an intake of breath at the ripped part of it which is supposed to be like a tut but is much more like a GASP obvs because remembering how and when that happened]

Ali: [here blushing so hard like you had no way of forseeing this and preparing for how it’d make you feel, following his hand with your head as if it’s tied to it via your hair ‘I can probably pin it’ so quietly because we’re all thinking about it and are not okay]

Johnny: [twirling her like he did when they were dancing, a proper ballroom style move because if he looks at her any harder he won’t let her leave, shaking his head like no don’t leave it but barely so it matches how quietly she said it because likewise THINKING hard about it still and we love the destruction sis] 

Ali: [making a happy lil noise and trying to pretend it’s just that and the !! isn’t also there and blatant, nodding back, holding the rip against our body, like we’re seeing what’s exposed and if it’s acceptable, LOOKING at him as a ?]

Johnny: [stealing one of her big nods from her because it’s beyond acceptable to him that she’s going to have that reminder and nobody else is gonna know what happened, putting the key back on her because she yanked it off earlier to be feral with it and not only does she need it back around her neck before she can leave but also he needs to pull it more gently for a sec and hold it to verbalise how much he loves this and the dress being their secret]

Ali: [would not could not leave without this chain, tis so important, as is the way we’re just resting our forehead against yours as all this is silently communicated between y’all before we’re finally making to head out this door and back out to this party]

Johnny: [this boy watching her go like she’s leaving to go to war instead of rejoin the festivities it’s so dramatic, no notes]

Ali: [the drama of you likewise just standing outside this van for ages before you really go back, oh lads, never change]

Johnny: [shall we leave this here as it’s a good stopping point and if we want when we come back to y’all it gives us the option to go from when she rejoins the party and do more chat and stuff if we want or to not and go from a new dawn and a new day?]

Ali: [I’m with you girly pops, will post this now, go us]

[stagefoureddiediaz]

really its because of you that ive become sort of. not obssesed but like whenever i watch the show i just. keep looking at the costumes! trying to look for the patterns in your theories and its become one of my favorite parts of this hahahah anyway, the point is i was reading some of your check theory posts earlier today and now i started rewatching animal instincts (mind you i havent read your costume meta for that ep, i shoumd have done my homework!) and it was just really interesting to see it play out perfectly! specially in the scenes with buck + connor and cameron. like, in the dinner scene buck (buck's in black, i already read that disscusion) but also connor was in check! and cameron's shirt had like a big floral pattern and all i could think about was how that was sort of a reflection on what they would bring to buck after that scene! (which also like, reinforces the idea that the sperm donor thing is a Bad Idea), then connor wearing check to buck's loft later, aaaand my favorite, which i actually spotted during my first watch, was the stripes haha (i also think like half my dash was people going insane over that last monday), and the fact that buck wasnt the only one wearing the stripes, but i dont remember exactly what was the difference between vertical and horizontal stripes rn hahaha because ofc buck saying yes to the donation is supposed to be this big life change for connor and his wife, but i dont know what it all means! im just here chilling and spotting the patterns. idk, your costume theory is stuck on loop in my head and i cannot stop thinking about it!

(and im not even gonna get into the slutty black tanktop of it all and chris's new patterned pjs! thats a job for the professionals)

how did i do? did i get the assignment right? hahahaha anyway thank you for helping me and all of us actually to appreciate the art and thought that goes into costume design, its really interesting to me and i wouldnt have started to learn more about it if it werent for you 💛 have a great weekend and see you next monday!!

jj / babygirldiazz

JJ/ babygirldiazz

I'm so sorry its taken me an age to reply to this! real life got a bit crazy for the last 10 days or so - fighting literal and metaphorical floods and fires at work so I just haven't had the brain power to go through my inbox properly until now!

I adore that you are having fun playing spot the patterns and see if they fit the theory. I hope you're now read the Animal instincts costume meta and that you enjoyed it. you're pretty spot on with your analysis of everything and the thing with stripes is that my theory is about the horizontal ones we see on lots of characters - which Conor was the one wearing in that scene.

The vertical stripes is a specific Buck thing, and they tend to accompany him being emotionally compromised (and invariably ending up making a less than stellar choice). This is really interesting and I've only just fully put two and two together on this (so JJ you get all the praise and gratitude for allowing me to spiral and go on a little Buck costume trawl) but the shooting is the first time we see Buck in vertical stripes.

And thats big - really big - because that is the moment Buck becomes emotionally compromised in a way that he hasn't been able to come back from. Everything that has been and is going on with buck stems back to the shooting. The shooting lead to a host of other choices that were less than ideal - things that he wouldn't have done, choices he wouldn't have made, if the shooting haddn't happened - letting Taylor into his life, saying ILY to her, moving her into his apartment, etc etc etc. all stem from the shooting and all are times when Buck is wearing stripes.

The ones from Let the games begin fit into this pattern - the zip front denim shirt and then the cream shirt both tie into Bucks reluctance to get a new couch - and the questioning of who he is and what he wants - the fact that he's essentially in stasis - and hasn't fully moved on with his life - leading to him trying out self help books etc as a way of figuring out what he wants from life - this is a trauma response in so many ways and those shirts are our sign - a theme the costume designers are using to tell us, the audience, that Buck isn't doing great - that he is mentally unwell and it's why these vertical striped shirts are becoming more frequent in their appearance - because he's not getting better - he's getting worse - spiralling more.

Thats why I've only just been able to really get my head around their use on Buck in the last couple of episodes - it can sometimes take a little while to figure out what a designer is trying to say with patterns and styles, and this is no exception. I fully expect us to be seeing more Buck in vertical stripes going forward until he either fully breaks down, or until he is able to start healing properly - and I'm pretty confident we won't see him stop wearing them until the shooting has been talked about by Buck and Eddie. Its sitting there hanging over them and this show is all the levels of insane and clever for the way they are using all the tools at their disposal to provide clues and information for those of us who want to spend the time looking.

Just going to sit here and feel even more feral about the shooting of it all than I already was!

I hope you have an amazing week JJ and feel free to pop into my inbox whenever you like - you've made my day!

💜💜💜

[db-gochifan]

Braten/Broten Week 2023 - Day 4: Sharing an Umbrella

Days: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Title: Suddenly Model Pairing: Goten/Bulla Characters: Son Goten, Bulla Briefs and Marron Summary: Bulla was only meant to deliver some flowers for a photoshoot, but things took a different turn Cross-posted on AO3

Bulla handed a beautiful bouquet of purple orchids to the last client of the day with a bright smile on her lips. It had been another busy day in her flower shop, but the day was far from being over. She had been offered a huge job opportunity and immediately took it. So the last task of her working day was to deliver the flowers at a photo studio and then go home. She’d be lying on her couch before she knew it.

 She checked the door twice, to make sure it was properly closed before picking up her car keys from her small purse and unlocking its alarm. She got inside the light pink van she was able to afford with the profit she made and saved from the flower shop. A wide smile came into her lips as she realized how far she had gone. She had made it.

****

Son Goten was sitting on a chair in the dressing room having his makeup done for a photoshoot. He was wearing a thick white robe and chatting with another love affair he met on a dating app. As much as he loved being a model, he didn’t really like having to sit on a chair for a couple of hours to get ready for a photoshoot. Luckily for him, it didn’t take much longer for him to be free to get changed.

 He was about to put on the clothes chosen for him, one of the assistants came in writing frantically in a chart and barely paying attention to him.

“We’ll have to wait a few more minutes.”

“What?!” He turned to her with his eyebrows raised. “Why?”

“The woman who’s bringing the flowers for decoration hasn’t arrived yet.”

“You must be kidding me!” He complained shamelessly. “Where does she live? East city?”

“The city is a chaos today. They said Mr. Satan is having a fan meeting and the whole city wants to participate.”

“People actually want to participate in a fan meeting with him?”

“You can be sure of it.”

“Damn.” Goten shook his head and sighed with frustration. “I have no option but to wait.”

****

“All West City decided to go out today?” Bulla complained angrily as she slammed the wheel. “What is wrong with these people? I can’t be late!”

She decided to turn on the radio and found out that all the insane traffic was because of Mr. Satan. Everything quickly made sense to her, but she was still nervous because she had a delivery to do and was running out of time. She glanced at the back of her van and took a deep breath. So much for lying down on her couch soon.

****

Goten was thrown on the couch in the dressing room, bored to death. Another half an hour had gone by and no sign of the flower woman. He absolutely hated having to wait so long to work, though he knew it was part of his job. Things could be unpredictable sometimes. He didn’t blame the woman in the slightest, though.

****

“Finally!” Bulla exclaimed with relief when she parked her car in front of the studio, one hour after she meant to deliver the flowers. She could hope they weren’t too mad at her. She quickly grabbed the flowers in the back of her van and rushed inside the studio.

****

Goten walked out of the dressing room when the noise outside grew louder. He wanted to see what was going on and was taken by surprise when he saw the flower woman was actually Bulla. Before he knew it, he was walking towards her.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the cat lady.” He said in a charming tone and picked a couple of flowers from the box.

The blue haired woman felt her heart racing when she heard his voice and saw his hand grabbing a flower inside the box.

“What are you doing here?” She raised her eyebrows at him with surprise.

“What do mean what I’m doing here?” The brunette was shocked with her question. “I’m a model, remember?”

“Oh that’s right! I remember it now. You were standing outside a studio in West City.”

“That’s right.”

“Is this the replacement model?” The assistant girl came in, still keep her focus on her chart.

“What?” Bulla lifted her head, very confused, and pointed to herself. “Me?”

“That’s right.”

“That must be a mis…”

“Yes, she is.” Goten blatantly cut her out. “She even looks like one.”

“Great, your clothes are in the dressing room.”

“What are you doing?” She asked him when the woman walked away. “I’m not a model.”

“You should be. Look at you.” He checked her out intensely. “Besides, you’ll get to pose with me.”

The woman felt her cheeks burning bright red and began to head to the dressing room. “Fine, but you owe me big time for this.”

“I’ll buy you a coffee.”

“No, you can buy me a burger.” She said over her shoulder before walking into the room.

****

Bulla picked a hanger up and stared at the flowery white top and skirt. It was very different from what she was used to wear, but things had gotten unexpected anyway, so she thought why not?

  Goten felt a shiver down his spine when he glanced up after she walked out of the room, wearing her outfit for the photoshoot. His cheeks burned bright pink and his throat got weirdly dry. He quickly shook his head and stood up.

“Looking good, cat lady.”

“Please stop calling me that.” She shot him a death glare and quickly looked at the assistant, who came to talk to her.

  Despite her initial discomfort with the bright lights pointing at her, it didn’t take long for Bulla to feel comfortable with being in the spotlight. She was actually enjoying being a model for a few hours. But little did she know what was awaiting for her. At a certain moment, Goten joined her and none seemed to mind. Her eyes went wide when he stopped behind her and slid a hand over her waist.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m working?” He looked at her like it was obvious enough.

“I didn’t know part of your job means to touch someone else’s body.”

“It’s just for the photoshoot. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh.” Bulla looked down, visibly embarrassed for not realizing it sooner. “So I suppose it’s okay then.”

“Great. Then we shall continue.”

  Bulla had to admit she enjoyed being a model after all. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, and she even got to have a lot of proximity with Goten. It definitely wasn’t bad at all.

“You did a great job, cat lady.” He remarked with a cheeky grin.

“I told you to stop calling me that. My name is Bulla. Bulla Briefs.” She snapped and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Alright, Bulla. Bulla Briefs.” He teased and then put his hands in front of his chest with his palms turned to her, in a defensive way. “I’m just joking with you.”

“You better.”

“On a serious note, you really did a great job. You should really invest in being a model.”

“I’m more than happy being a florist, but thank you.” Bulla replied kindly. “But it was a good experience. I had a lot of fun.”

“I can tell.” The brunette glanced quickly at her and then back at the photos. “You have a natural talent for it.”

“Thank you.”

****

Bulla returned to her life before her fifteen minutes of fame in the following days. Playing a model for one day was nice and all, but it was time to wake up from her fairytale. Her day was so busy she only realized it was time to close her flower shop when she looked outside and noticed it was getting dark.

 As soon as she locked the front door, it start pouring. She lifted her palm to the chest level and it soon got filled with water drops. She mumbled with frustration and her eyes widened the next second. She looked through the glass and saw she was standing under an umbrella.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by and saw you didn’t have an umbrella with you.” Goten looked around. “I don’t see your car nearby.”

“That’s because it isn’t. I couldn’t find a parking spot near, so it’s a couple of blocks away.”

“I’ll take you, come on.”

“You don’t have to, really.” Bulla assured him. “It’s not raining that much, I can run to my car.”

“Don’t be silly. Why would you want to get wet when you can have an umbrella?”

“Okay.” She gave in. “I’ll accept it.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

****

Bulla put her palm up again when they arrived at her car and noticed the rain wasn’t that strong anymore. She turned around to look at Goten and put a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“Thanks for bringing me over. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” He checked to see if it was safe enough to close his umbrella, but it started pouring again as soon as he did. He tried to open it again, but it wasn’t working. “Damn it!”

“Do you live near here?”

“What?” He lifted his head and looked at her with wide eyes.

“I can give you a ride.”

The dark haired man barely seemed to register what she was saying. He could only pay attention to her soaked long blue hair glued to her face. Next thing he knew, his hand was resting on her cheek and he was leaning towards her. Bulla felt her heart start pounding and she knew she had to get away from there, but her body simply wasn’t answering to such commands. Instead, her hands wrapped around his neck and she parted her lips just seconds before he touched them with his own. The woman couldn’t help but remember how good they tasted and how good they felt on her. Without hesitation, she kissed him back and felt his arm tighten around her slim body. Only several minutes later they pull away from each other, both panting and gasping for air. Goten touched her forehead with his and stared into her big beautiful blue eyes.

“Wow…” He held her face in his hands. “Your lips taste so familiar. It’s almost like I’ve kissed you before. In fact, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. Way longer than the cat incident not too long ago.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bulla swallowed hard and looked away. There was a lump on her throat. “I should go.”

“I’m sorry.” Goten slid his hands to hers. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” She assured him, looking into his dark eyes. “I just really have to go.”

And yet her fingers intertwined with his. Once again, her brain was screaming for her not to do it, but her body decided to act on its own for the second time that day. It didn’t take long for their lips to touch again.

“So, are you free tonight?”

“What?!” She raised her eyebrows to him.

“I believe I owe you a burger.” He looked down at her and noticed she still looked confused. “You know, for being a model for some hours a few days ago.”

“Right.”

“So shall we go?”

“Okay. I’m in the mood for a burger right now.”

“Great.” Goten offered her his arm and she linked hers. Then they walked down the street.

****

“Wow, this burger is really delicious!” Goten’s eyes went wide as soon as he started chewing it. “I can say it’s probably the best one I’ve ever eaten.”

“I know! I feel the same way.”

“Thank you for bringing me here. Honestly, my choice wouldn’t be as good as yours.”

“Why do you say that? I’m sure you’d take me to a good place too.”

“I doubt it. I don’t know many places here. I don’t come to the city that often.”

“You don’t live here?”

“Nope. I actually live quite far from here.”

“Where do you live?”

“On Mount Paozu.”

“What?!” Bulla nearly screamed and quickly covered her mouth. “That’s very far from here.”

“I know. It really is.” He looked at his watch. “Speaking of that, I need to go now. I don’t want to get home late. Later than I already am, I mean.”

“Alright.” She stood up. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hold you in.”

“You didn’t.” Goten assured her. “I’m just gonna pay the check.”

“Oh no, you can leave that to me. I totally don’t mind paying.”

“But I do. I invited you, so I’m paying.”

“Okay.” She said, thinking it would be better not to insist.”

“I’ll be right back.”

  “Thanks for bringing me here and keeping your promise.” Bulla looked at him after opening the door from the passenger seat and placing the bag with food she had bought to Marron.

“My pleasure.” Goten assured with a smile. “We should do it more often.”

“Y-Yeah.” She was caught by surprise, but smiled. “We definitely should.”

“Well, then I’ll see you around.” He gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek and began to walk away.

“Hey.” She said and their eyes met when he looked over his shoulder. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh?” Goten was confused for a moment and then it hit him. “I don’t have to give you my phone number. I know exactly where to find you, flower lady. See you around.”

Bulla watched him leave slightly dumbfounded, but still couldn’t help but smile. He had a really good point.

“A kiss on the cheek, huh?” Marron revealed herself behind her and the blue haired woman turned around. “That’s certainly some progress.”

“You don’t know the slightest about it.”

“Ohhh gossip!” The blonde got closer to her. “I want to know all about it. So you better start spilling it right now.”

“There’s nothing to spill, Marron.” Bulla couldn’t hide her smile. “Except the fact we kissed.”

“No freaking way!” She lightly nudged the blue haired goddess in the forearm. “And you said there was nothing to spill!”

“Well…”

“Tell me, did he remember you?”

“He remembers the cat situation, so I guess he does.”

“Did you ask for his phone number?”

“Yes, but he didn’t give me.”

“What?!” Marron was shocked. “Why not?”

“He said he knew where to find me now.”

“Ohhh, I like that.” The blonde cheered. “So what are you gonna do now?”

“Nothing.” Bulla shrugged and looked at her. “I’m just gonna wait until we bump into each other again.”

“That can be a tiring game.”

“I know. But I want to see if it’s actually meant to be.”

“Didn’t you have enough proof of that already?”

“Maybe.” She confessed. “I just want to wait a little longer.”

“That’s okay. If you’re comfortable with it.”

“I am.” She nodded.

“So tell me.” Marron linked her arm with hers. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Okay, let’s just go home.” The blue haired woman laughed and then filled her in.