#i can think of two songs off the top of my head where chris curses

[risingsunresistance]

hearing techno curse in videos and hearing chris martin curse in songs have the same effect on me. ppl say "who cares that they cursed, tons of people do, it's nothing special" yeah but they usually dont so hearing it makes it seem more special in the context of who it comes from!! the Power they suddenly have when they curse is really funny jhdjdh. like yeah anyone could have said that but he said it, he cursed with very specific intent. for chris it's about sending a message, techno it's all for the bit 😌

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

~~~~~

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[hwangsies]

zephyr

(n) a gentle breeze

pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)

genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha

warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking

wc: 10k

enjoy <3

-

September

"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.

You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.

And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.

You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.

"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.

"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.

"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.

"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.

She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.

"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"

"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"

"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.

"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.

You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.

"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.

She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"

So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.

Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.

"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"

Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.

"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"

"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.

"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.

"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.

"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.

"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.

"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.

"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"

"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.

"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.

"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.

"i dont kno-"

"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.

"you know chris" you rebuttal.

"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.

"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.

"please please please" she jumps once more.

You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.

"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.

"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.

"lia" you groan.

"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"

"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.

"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"

A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"

-

The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where “3racha” is supposed to be performing tonight.

Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.

“sorry” you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.

She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chris’s chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.

“okay” lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand “they’re backstage, lets go”

“can we just go there?” you almost yell for her to understand what you’re saying.

“yea! Chris said he’ll make sure we’ll get in, come on” she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.

You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says “artists only” and a black curtain behind it.

The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign “read ladies, no fans allowed”

“hey, they’re with me” a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.

The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.

“thank you” lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chris’s neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.

Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.

You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.

“oh-uhm” lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss “chris, this is y/n, y/n, chris” she giggles.

“hi y/n, nice to meet you” he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.

“hi” you smile back, somewhat forced.

“lets go to our dressingroom” chris suggests and leads the way.

Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.

One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song that’s being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.

Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.

“oh, hi” the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.

“guys, this is lia and y/n” chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.

“ooo the lia?” the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isn’t very tall but looks lean.

“what is the lia supposed to mean?” lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.

“I..well-I talk about you sometimes-“

“sometimes my ass” the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.

His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.

“channie hyung must’ve forgotten his manners, I’m jisung” the waterbottle guy speaks up “and that’s changbin hyung” he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.

“channie?” lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.

“hey, you want something to drink?” he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness  “we have a mini bar”

“woow” you chuckle, playing along “sure I’d love a drink”

“how come we’ve never met on campus before?” jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.

“oh, you all go to uni here as well?” you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..

“yea” he grins “that’s how we all met” he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other “and those two”

“oh I didn’t even know that” you take a sip, trying to loosen up “I guess I wasn’t listening when she was ranting on about him”

Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.

“they just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing up” changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.

You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you “he’s usually more romantic” he quips.

“I bet” you joke with him.

“yup” changbin locks eyes with you “that’s why I’m single, I’m just too romantic” he shakes his head sarcastically.

“ooh” you squint your eyes “emotional unavailability? love that in a man” you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.

“speaking of man, did minho hyung text you when he’d be here?” jisung asks his friend.

“yea he said he’ll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phone” changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.

“minho is my boyfriend” he explains “he’s hot” he grins at which you laugh “I bet”

“so, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink

“not anymore” you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly “guess what, changbin is single as well” he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.

“oh, please dont start like lia” you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin “no offense, but I only attract assholes”

He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows “none taken” he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them they’re up next.

-

Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.

Suddenly you feel someone run into your side “woah I’m sorry” he quickly apologizes “this guy pushed me” he looks behind him.

“its alright” you nod, loud enough for him to hear.

Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.

“jisungieee” the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.

“are you minho by any chance?” you ask him.

He nods aggressively “yea! do you know jisung?”

“I just met him backstage” you yell over the loud bass.

Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.

“he’s great right?” lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.

“yea” you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.

Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.

Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.

Not to mention the thighs you somehow didn’t notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.

Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.

“oh you know chan hyung?” minho overhears and chimes in.

“yea she’s his date” you point at your overly excited roommate.

“changbin just texted and said they’re upstairs in the vip lounge, come with me” the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.

“do you know where you’re going?” you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.

“yea! they’re here a lot” he yells back “its right over there” he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.

“hey minho” the bouncer greats him with a fist bump “these girls are with you?” he points at lia and you.

“yea” he nods.

“trying something new, I see” he laughs atw hich you frown.

“oh, nono” minho chuckles uncomfortably “I’m still with jisung”

“ah-alright well, have fun” the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.

“wow, you’re famous” lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly “yea, for being the only non-straight person they know”

“baby” you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.

“hii” minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.

“lia, y/n come over here” chris waves at the two of you.

“you were so good, baby” you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.

Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side “you were awesome” she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where he’s pouring cherry vodka into.

“can i get some?” you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a  double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.

“so, how did you like it?” he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.

“you guys were really good” you nod “to be honest I didn’t expect such high quality music”

He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.

You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.

“what did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?” he grins, straight white teeth on display.

“hey, don’t come for wonderwall” you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.

“I wouldn’t dare” he raises his hands comically.

“hey” you whip your head around to see jisung and minho “scoot, please” jisung speaks again.

“oh-yea” you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.

“so what do you study?” changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadn’t calculated how close you’re sitting to him.

You turn to him to realise you’re close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.

“uh- I- art” you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.

“jesus christ” you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.

“its stronger than you’d think” he grins “can you handle it?” he teases when your eyes get a little watery.

You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes “im good” 

His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence ”i can get you something else if you want” he offers.

“oh-uh no, I’m just being dramatic its fine” you chuckle.

“so...what do you study?” you change the topic.

“I’m majoring in music” he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest “all three of us are”

“oh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?” you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, that’s leaning against the backrest.

“yea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lot” he explains,

“thats really cool” you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.

Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.

After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.

“where are they going?” you huff.

“I guess they want some alone time” he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap he’s still wearing.

You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.

“are you scared of me?” he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.

“no- no” you shake your head, chuckling “I- its just been a while since I’ve gone out and I don’t know” you shrug “I feel a little lost”

“hm” changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.

You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.

“any reason why?” he leans back again.

“oh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakup” you shrug “I’m gonna spare you the details”

“aw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im invested” he jokes.

You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.

“that still doesn’t answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched you” changbin raises his brows expectantly.

You open your mouth to speak but-

“we’ll go get some more to drink” minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.

“so?” he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.

“did that ex hit you? give me his address I’ll beat him up for you” changbin deadpans.

“no” you shake your head after taking another sip “he didn’t” you huff incredulously.

“its just- you look kinda scary” you blurt out finally.

His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.

“me?” he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.

“yea!” you raise your brows “when you look like this” you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.

“what the-” he splutters laughingly.

“stoop, don’t laugh” you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.

He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.

“maybe scary wasn’t the right word” you snicker, looking down.

“I think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-” he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.

“no, no, I know what I meant” you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.

“so none of my suggestions are accurate?” he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.

“maybe one or two” you see his eyes jump to your lips.

The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.

You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "so…are you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"

He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.

"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.

You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.

His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.

You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.

He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.

You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.

“be careful” he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you don’t expose yourself to bywalkers.

“where’s the fun in that?” you cock your head to the side teasingly.

Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.

“hey, we-oh” you whip your head around.

Jisungs frown turns into a grin “uh” he chuckles “we dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and they’re going to your place” he points at you.

“ugh, seriously?” you mutter.

“I’m sleeping at minhos so, hyung you’ll have our place to yourself” he winks at changbin.

“so, we’re out too, have fun you guys” minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.

For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.

“you could come over to my place if you don’t want to go to yours right now” he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.

-

This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.

But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.

You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.

A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.

But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.

You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch “you would’ve just snuck out?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.

“what? did you take me for a breakfast lover?” you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.

“damn, that’s cold” he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.

“where did you put my shirt?” you ask, bending down to look under his desk.

“maybe you should worry about your panties first” he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.

You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.

“not that that wasn’t a great view just now-“

“you’re not helping” you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.

“why so serious all over sudden?” he grins “last night you were everything but tense”

You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.

“I have an exam in 2 days and I haven’t studied yet” you exhale.

“I could drive you home-“ he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last night” you hurriedly smile before walking out.

“bye” changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you “have a nice day I guess” he mumbles to himself.

 October

You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.

When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.

lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm

You roll your eyes, typical you think.

you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm

You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that she’s writing a message.

lia : im sorry!! please don’t be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm

You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.

“y/n?” a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.

“yea?- oh” you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.

“hey” he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie he’s sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.

“hi” you smile timidly.

“you never texted” he tilts his head at which you nod.

“yea, sorry I actually never got your number” you look at the ground “uh- what are you doing here?”

“oh um im on my way to the studio” he points at a nearby building “that’s the music faculty”

“ah okay, well” you lock eyes “have fun then” you turn around again, ready to walk away.

“hey” he catches up with you “you wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?” he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know, changbin I really don’t want to date right now-“ you start at which he chuckles.

“I didn’t ask you to marry me” he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes “come on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracks” he tilts his head.

You inhale before looking around you “I could drive you home after? So you don’t have to walk through this weather?” he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.

“alright” you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.

You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.

-

“this is awesome!” you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.

Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair “you think?”

“yea, the hook is super catchy” you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile “you’re really talented, changbin” you catch him blushing before putting on another song.

After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.

“can I ask you something?” he asks, you glance at him.

“you just did” you quip at which he huffs, “sure” you nod.

“how much of that night do you remember?” he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“why?” you ask back.

“well, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didn’t actually want it and I kind of took advantage of you” he recalls the night the two of you spent together.

“oh, no. you didn’t take advantage of me, I wasn’t even  drunk and I would’ve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night stand” you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.

“plus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anyways” you chuckle.

“alright” changbin nods “just wanted to make sure” he smiles down at his hands “cause I remember all of it”

You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“hm” you feign ignorance as you lean back ��I don’t know, there wasn’t a lot to remember” you grin mischievously.

He laughs out loud, leaning forwards “no?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips comically “nah”

“cause I remember you shaking and screaming” he grins.

You shrug your shoulders “weird, must’ve faked it” you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones you’re still holding.

Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.

“right” he grins slumping into his seat a little further.

A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.

He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.

You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.

“want me to refresh your memory?” your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?

Yes. Yes you do.

So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.

“someones eager” he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“shut up” you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.

Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.

He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.

“now who’s eager” you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.

He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.

“by the looks of it..” he runs a finger through your wet folds “still you” he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.

You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.

“look at me” changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.

He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.

“oh god-“ you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.

“its changbin but god is fine too” he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.

“you’re so annoy-ah!” you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.

“fuck-bin- gonna cum” your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure that’s blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.

“mmh” he humms against you “cum then, baby” he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.

Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria that’s filling your veins.

“good girl” he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips “now, suck them clean for me, yea?” he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.

-

“finally” you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed “this club is huge” you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.

Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.

“they are made for each other” minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.

“I know right” you lean back, breathing in.

“you’re still out of breath?” changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.

“stop it, oh my god” you feign annoyance “you know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? she’s like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its over” you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.

“you just don’t have any endurance, woman” changbin grins teasingly.

“that’s so not true” you laugh incredulously “what about two nights ago-“

“AH-“ jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears “please spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when you’re over, babe”

You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.

“you guys are fucking?” minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.

“good job keeping up, baby” jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.

“are you together or what?” minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.

“no, we’re not” you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.

“just here to be a good friend and keep the groupies away” you joke “right?” you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.

“yea, baby don’t be so old fashioned” jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.

“speaking of groupies” minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.

“hey jisungie, you wanna dance?” a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.

“baby, you’re gorgeous but I’m very gay” he nods apologetically, “Oh” she straightens up “really? You sure?”

You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again “very sure, thanks though, for coming”

She shrugs and looks at changbin “what about you? Wanna dance?”

“uh-“ changbin starts but you cut him off “he’s with me actually” you tilt your head.

“for real?” she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.

“yea” changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him “that’s my girl, so a little respect, please”

“aww” you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.

“whatever” you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.

“they’re gone” you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.

“guys” jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“can I get you some more beers?” the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress “we’ll take a round of shots I think”

  November

 “fuck-harder” you gasp “..mhh binnie-shit” you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.

You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.

“like this? fuck you love this don’t you?” he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..

You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.

“fuck- answer me, slut” he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.

You cry out “yes-yes-fuck-love it” you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.

His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.

“fuck” you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.

You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock “that’s a good girl” he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.

“cum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know who’s fucking you this good” he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you would’ve collapsed completely if he wasn’t holding you up.

You’re still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.

“shit- y/n“ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.

You wince at the soreness that’s already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.

“kobe!” he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.

“jesus christ why am I sleeping with you” you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.

He gasps, feigning to be offended “that’s not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three times”

“you are so full of yourself, seo changbin” you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.

“wait, I’ll clean you up” changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.

“come here” he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.

You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.

“sorry” he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.

Woah, wait.

You’ve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, you’ve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.

Mayday. Abort mission.

“should be good for now” changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.

You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.

“hey, you wanna leave already?” changbin asks “I thought we could hang” he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed “watch a movie or something”

“sorry, I promised lia I’d help her clean the apartment today” you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.

“so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave again?” he jokes dramatically “I don’t even get cuddles?”

“shut up” you chuckle.

“am I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?” he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.

“a toy you use when you need stress relief??” he holds his chest dramatically.

You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.

“are you complaining?” you ask playfully.

“nahh” he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.

"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.

“alright, see ya” you shrug."

And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?

You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.

“ugh” he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair “I hope you have trouble walking” he quips as you go for the door.

“I’ll text you if I don’t” you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.

“fuck” you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.

“don’t break his heart, y/n” minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.

“huh?” you trun around to look at him, he’s wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.

“I’ve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but he’s a softie deep down” he crosses his arms over his chest “he hurts easier than you think”

“we- we’re both not in this for anything serious” you stammer “what do you mean?”

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n” minho smiles softly “I’m not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him… and yourself for that matter” he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.

 -

 You squint your eyes as you’re trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you don’t accidentally buy the wrong thing.

“fuck” you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.

“y/n?” you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to see…

“hyunjin?” you face drops in awe.

“hey!” the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.

“wow, hi” you hug him back.

Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.

You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.

By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat he’s wearing, you can tell he’s bulked up quite a bit.

After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.

His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.

“wow- you look-“ you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming “…really good, hyunjin”

He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.

“so do you” he grins.

“no- I mean you look… good-good” you splutter, laughing awkwardly “like what are you a model now or something?”

“actually, yea- part time” he chuckles.

“oh” you huff  “wow of course” you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“so- uhm” you gulp, making him grin even wider “what are you doing here?”

“I’m transferring here” he nods “better dance programme” he explains shortly.

“oh you still dance” you observe out loud “I haven’t danced in a while” you look down.

“you should come by after practice sometime” he offers “to catch up- or dance if you want” he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“yea, I’d love that” you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.

“put in your number, I’ll text you” he smiles softly when holding it out to you.

“mhm” you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.

“alright well” he checks his phone for the time, you guess “I gotta get going, only came here for this” he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, haven’t noticed until now.

“alright” you nod before he moves in for a hug again.

“bye” he smiles when loosening his arms again.

“bye” you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.

You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.

“almost forgot” he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.

“bye” he grins, walking away before you could thank him.

-

 You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.

“-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!” you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.

“can you stop complimenting me, y/n I’m getting all nervous” he laughs softly.

“oh please” you quip “with your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervous” you roll your eyes playfully.

Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you “you can” he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.

Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.

You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.

“what do you want?” he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.

“uhm- a hot chocolate please” you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.

“I’ll take the same” hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.

“on me” he smiles down at you.

“oh, thank you” you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.

Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.

“I was back home last week before I came here, you’ll never guess who I met” hyunjin grins.

“who?” you ask curiously.

“tim” he grins.

“tim?” your eyes almost pop out of your head “as in my first boyfriend tim?” you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.

“but he moved away as well?” you half ask.

“yea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best part” hyunjin bites his lip

“what?” you chuckle.

“he got a nose job” hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly “really?”

“one word” hyunjin says “botched…”

“aw no, poor tim” you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.

“he always used to put his hand up my shirt when hugging” you frown, making hyunjin laugh.

“it was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?” you scoff at his rethorical question.

“I don’t know, some basic manners maybe?” you counter playfully…slowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.

“how come we never dated?” he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.

“we were friends?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“come on” hyunjin sits back in his booth “you must’ve known I had the biggest crush on you”

“you did?” you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.

“well, I guess you didn’t know then” he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“anyways, I would’ve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirt” he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.

“I honestly liked you a lot back then” you say “if you would’ve said something we might’ve actually gone out” you shrug gently.

“damn, way to rub that in my face” hyunjin grins.

You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.

When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a “cute” before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.

You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.

That’s when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.

“be honest with him, and yourself for that matter”

But you aren’t together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.

However, before you know it his lips are on yours and you’re not doing anything to stop him.

They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.

Oh.

There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.

“y/n” lia grins widely, approaching your table “aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.

The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-

“woah- hyunjin?” chan speaks up.

“chan-hyung?” hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.

You aren’t together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.

“he’s cute, girl” jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.

You force out a smile.

“how do you two know each other?” lia asks curiously.

“he went to my highschool, the last few years” chan grins.

“what a coincidence” you mumble, almost ironically.

“I went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved away” hyunjin explains “oh, im sorry, I’m hyunjin by the way” he turns to jisung and changbin.

“I’m jisung, this is changbin” jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.

“I’m lia” lia grins “his girlfriend and her best friend” she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.

Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“where were you guys?” you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.

“oh, I caught them all huddled up in the studio” lia grins “they probably haven’t been outside in a week again” she giggles.

“true” jisung quips.

“hey lets all sit down” hyunjin suggests.

“I’ll get a coffee” changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.

You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.

“bin” you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.

“you could at least acknowledge my presence, your highness” you quip annoyedly.

“what do you want me to say, y/n?” he mutters.

“I didn’t know this would happen with him or I would’ve told you” you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.

“we’re not together y/n, you’ve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, I’m not stopping you” he looks over to the booth as well.

“jesus christ” you huff “why are you so defensive then?”

“hi” changbin greets the barista who just came from the back “I’ll have an iced coffee to go, please” he orders.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n, maybe I’m having a bad day” he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.

“yea, well thanks for making mine bad as well” you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.

You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.

“everything alright?” he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.

“yea, just had to ask him some stuff” you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.

After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee “hey, I’ll run back to the studio I gotta finish that track”

“ugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a second” lia protests and jisung nods along.

“nah, gotta get it done tonight” he shakes his head.

“alight see you later” chan nods.

“nice to meet you, man” hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.

“yea” changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.

 December

”I’m sorry, hyunjin” you frown “I’m just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-“

“its alright y/n” his large hand encases yours “you don’t have to explain yourself to me”

You sigh in relief “I’m sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everything” he says.

“but I’ll wait for you, if that’s what you want” he looks up at you.

“oh, jinnie you shouldn’t have to do that” you shake your head “I’m sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with you”

“yea, but you’re the girl I want to be with” he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because you’re not sure he’s the guy you want to be with.

-

You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.

“I’m excited to see you perform, man” hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder “your stuff was already dope back then…” they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.

Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.

Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan who’s grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.

“did you have to invite him?” changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.

You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesn’t seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist “y/n you cant keep running after him” she hisses.

“he cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the air” you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.

After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.

The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.

Changbin notices you and looks up “what do you want, y/n?” he asks.

“that was real classy back there” you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone “whatever, y/n”

“no, not whatever bin” you step closer to him “he asked me to date him” his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.

“so? that’s a you proplem” he shrugs.

“its not a problem at all, he’s sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that you’ll give me a reason to not be with him” you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.

“you’re not serious are you?” he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.

“of course not, I couldn’t expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelings” you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back “I’ve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fucking” he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.

“-then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask quietly and he looks down.

“because- fuck” he lets go of your wrist “I didn’t want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-”

“but I don’t want prince charming I want you” you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.

“then why didn’t you say anything?” a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.

You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up “because I’m stubborn and comunicationally incompetent” you sniffle “and stupid apparently” 

A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs “so, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?” he whispers, locking eyes with you.

You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.

He chuckles softly ”you can stop crying now, baby” at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.

“can you kiss me now please” you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.

“i dont know babe, you’re a little snotty right now-” he jokes.

“shut up” you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.

A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.

The door creaks open and “are you guys finally together?” minhos voice makes you break the kiss.

“yea” you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.

“nice” he grins, nodding at you.

“yea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung we’re up, lets go” jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.

“you’ll watch me yea?” your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

“from the front row, baby”

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a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings i’m pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)

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[hey-there-love]

Foolish

Summary: Being the new kid is hard right? Try moving across the world to attend the elite hero course at U.A. Unfortunately following the path of straight and narrow is difficult when you find a blonde ball of death throwing twists in it. Nobody said it was easy. New experiences, new friends, new interests...what could go wrong?

Chapter 4: Fine. Fight Me

Content Warning: adult language, Cringy Situations, slight mentions of grinding

WC: 1.4K

AN: This is what I was listening to when I wrote this :)

It was a restless sleep to say the least. First you were hot, then you were cold. Hours of tossing and turning had passed until you finally realized you weren’t going back to sleep. You stared out the window at the night sky for a while contemplating on what to with yourself.

Glancing at your phone to check the time, it indicated that there was still an hour until sunrise. You huffed and swung your feet over the edge of the bed. You padded quietly to the bathroom and flicked on the lights, wincing at the brightness.

You examined yourself in the mirror. You had faint dark circles under your eyes and disgusting eye boogers. You must have slept hard for the time you did sleep. Quickly you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Feeling slightly better, you brushed your hair and threw it up to get it out of your face.

When you retreated back to your room you opted to change your tank top into a sports bra with a loose cropped top. You put in your contacts carefully infront of the mirror hanging infront of your closet. Sliding some socks on, you picked up a pair of sneakers and headphones. Deciding to begin your work out, you took the three flights of stairs to the gym.

You paused for a moment infront of the gym doors to lace up your shoes. Making your way inside an audible gasp escaped you. The room was filled with expensive equipment. Rows of treadmills, bikes, bench presses, you name it, gleamed. “Planet Fitness doesn’t have shit on this place.” You drooled.

Finding an empty spot on the floor you began stretching. Once you were warmed up, your eyes darted from one thing to the next. Settling on running a few miles, you chose the treadmill in the corner, facing the wall. You clicked on your work out playlist and turned the volume up loud. You found you could think better with music flowing through your ears than silence.

You jogged for about 20 minutes before shifting to a run. The to do list for today formed rapidly in your head. You needed to buy the essentials, obtain a residency card and a metro pass, pick up your uniforms, and locate your hero costume. You didn’t exactly know where to go for any of these things, but you knew you needed to call Mr. Aizawa about the last part.

You began to think about your costume. You loved it with every fiber of your being. Designing it yourself, It was made to be a simple yet functional long sleeved black bodysuit. The sides were a breathable sapphire colored material. You adorned the same colored high boots with a thick heel that made it easy to run. Blue goggles were made especially to protect your eyesight from diminishing more, thick insulated gloves helped form your UV light, and a utility belt to hold your smaller support items.

Lost in your thoughts you realized you had ran about two miles and you were loosing steam. You turned off the treadmill, and tried to catch your breath. Your muscles ached and you shirt was sticking to your back. You felt gross. Closing your eyes you pulled up your shirt to wipe your face.

When you turned around and opened your eyes there stood Bakugo in all his shirtless glory. “Ugh, don’t look!” You cried out and pulled your shirt down, attempting to stretch the thin, white fabric over your stomach. If you weren’t mortified you probably would have tried to sneak a peak yourself. His cheeks dusted with a heavy blush as he dropped his weights onto the floor.

“I wasn’t fucking looking! You’re the one who flashed me!” He shouted, defensive he had been caught.

“I thought I was alone!” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to make yourself feel small. You had a banging body that you weren’t ashamed of, but your cleavage hanging out of an old, ratty sports bra infront of a guy you didn’t know was a different story.

“You live with 20 extras! You’re never alone!” Bakugo argued. He stared at the floor, not making eye contact with you.

“Clearly!” Your own blush not faltering. “How long have you been here?”

“Just long enough to hear the whole rendition of that Chris Brown song. Jesus, I thought some stray dogs were going to break in.” He laughed. You threw your head into your hands. You had to get out of here.

You hastily made your way to the exit. “Go to hell.” You called over your shoulder.

“See you there, Cherry. ” Bakugo called after you. You paused dead in your tracks, anger taking over you.

“You just always have to get the last word in don’t you?” You were fuming at this point. You never let anything bother you, but you had enough. He didn’t have to be rude to you all the time.

“You started it.” Bakugo grunted, now gaining his full attention once again. “ Look, I don’t care who the hell you are or where the hell you came from, we can go right here. Right now.” Bakugo said through gritted teeth, maintaining a hardened stance.

Turning on your heel, you stomped towards him. He was built and had the advantage of a few inches on his side, but that didn’t matter. You had taken on far scarier enemies. Your gaze bore into his. Without breaking eye contact, you responded. “Fine. Fight me.”

You could have sworn your answer took him by surprise. His face faltered slightly before turning back into the grimace he wore well. “No quirks. I’ll be damned if I pay for one more thing in this shithole.”

“I don’t need it.” You hissed. Taking him by surprise you hit him in the face, hard. He groaned, but it didn’t affect him as much as you were hoping. Bakugo countered and hit you with a jab to the side. Thank god something told you to move so when he connected with you there was only half the impact.

You two were going at it hard. Every move he made you matched. It was a pretty equal fight overall. You didn’t hold anything back. You let out all your aggressions and frustrations onto him. He took them in stride. If you weren’t so focused on winning this battle you might have realized you were having fun.

“This is all you’ve got, Cherry?” Bakugo taunted as he blocked another one of your punches. You knew you needed to end it fast because you didn’t have a whole lot left in you. You managed to kick his leg out from underneath him and twisted his arm behind him as he fell. You landed ontop of his back, straddling him, and held his arm tightly in place.

“You don’t have to like me, Bakugo. But you will respect me.” You huffed, feeling accomplished you kicked his ass. You held his head down so he couldn’t escape. He squirmed under you as a string of curses left his mouth. You remained like this for a few moments until he stopped moving. Smiling, you let up on his arm slightly, assuming all the fight left his body. You were wrong.

Bakugo used the opportunity of you loosening the grip and flipped the two of you. Your back was planted firmly on the floor, pinned under the weight of him. He held your wrists down to your head with both of his hands.

You both were panting messes, chests rising to meet each other and falling back into place. “I’ll be damned if you tell me what to do, Cherry. ” He hissed, just loud enough to make your head swim. It was a compromising position to say the least. If anyone were to walk in they’d assume the worst. Hell, you were beginning to assume the worst.

You shifted under his weight, planning your escape. There was no point in trying to use your arms, so you used your lower half to wrestle against him. The friction you caused was dangerous. You both felt it. You felt something press into you and you knew it wasn’t his phone. The gym felt like it was five hundred degrees.

You struggled to find your voice. “My name is Y/N.” You whispered. Giving up, you stopped resisting. This time he ground his hips into yours, not breaking eye contact. You moaned in response. You felt yourself throbbing to the core. Bakugo wasn’t dumb, he could tell you enjoyed it.

He leaned down and his lips hovered over yours. You held your breath and closed your eyes, waiting for his to meet yours.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Bakugo peeled himself off of you and left you laying on the floor alone without another word.

You grabbed your chest, “What the hell just happened?”

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AN: Hi all! So if you’ve read the chapters before this one was posted you might be confused why Bakugo is calling Y/N Cherry. Well, after brainstorming ideas of the future chapters a thought came to mind referring to the panty incident of 2021, “Lane, he can’t call the reader pinky...that’s Mina’s hero name.”

That was a total face palm moment. So if you go back you’ll see I changed the underwear to black with cherries on it. Ok, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😬

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I Caught One Last Sight

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader Rating: T Notes: I am meaning for this to be a one-shot... I’m usually well-intentioned like that. Update: It was not a one shot. Masterlist is here Inspired by this song by P!nk: Beam Me Up Warnings: Cursing; some angst; unrequited love Summary: It wasn’t that Christopher Pike was accident prone, he just had liked to have a little fun, make a little noise (you also considered him to be something of a trouble magnet, but you’d never tell him that).

After four years on the Enterprise as a chief security officer, you’d been on your fair number of away missions, had seen your fair number of mishaps, issues, anomalies. They were par for the course. As far as space travel and technology had come, things were still tricky. It didn’t help that your captain had a penchant for getting in trouble. It wasn’t that Christopher Pike was accident prone, he just had liked to have a little fun, make a little noise (you also considered him to be something of a trouble magnet, but you’d never tell him that). Since returning from Discovery, though, he’d been particularly… Daring might’ve been the word he’d use, but ridiculous was the word on the tip of your tongue.

“Nov O-62,” Number One read the planet name off to the other attendants in the ready room, “Class-M, with few inhabitants.” You rested your chin on your hand, raising a brow. She opened a hologram of the planet, pointing to a highlighted section at the top of the planet, “There is one colony - right here. Pre-warp, fairly primitive, so General Order One applies. We’re planning on beaming down here,” Una directed your attention to a spot to the right of the colony, “There’s a deposit of dilithium there. We’ll be able to restock - shouldn’t take too long.” “We’ll be quick enough,” Pike added. “You always say that,” You reminded him, arching a brow. “Maybe one of these days it’ll be true.” He retorted. “There’s a solar storm set to hit within the next two hours,” Spock reported, “It would be prudent of us to beam down before we have a problem.” An argument was poised on your tongue, but Pike nodded before you could say a word. “Suit up, get ready to beam down.” -- “You’re worrying.” He wasn’t asking. Pike could always read you like a book. “I’m a security officer. It’s my job to worry.” You didn’t bother to turn to him from where you were leaning against the wall, looking out of the window in the ready room. “You remember the last solar storm we went through?” You added. It was back when you and Pike were both test pilots, commissioned by the Academy. Pike’s vessel had almost gone down; you’d been horrified, unable to help him. “That was a long time ago,” He pointed out. “Hm.” “And the Enterprise isn’t some vessel that we’re testing. It’ll be fine.” His hands settled on your shoulders as he stopped behind you and added, “We’ll be fine.” You turned your head back toward him a bit, “As fine as it was when we faced catastrophic system-wide failure?” You heard him sigh, “You know, sometimes I don’t think you trust me.” “Of course I trust you,” You turned to face him finally, peering up at him, “But it is possible to trust someone and still be worried for them. I am still talking to the man that apparently had a phaser go off in his chest while I wasn’t around.” “I couldn’t have let it go off anywhere else--” “I’m sure there were alternatives--” “There were people around--” “You could’ve pointed it at-- No, no, you know what? I’m not having this conversation again,” You waved Chris off before stepping around him. You walked over to the hologram of the planet, eyeing the colony and the place that the away team would be beaming to. “You know what amazes me?” You heard Chris ask as he came closer. “What?” “Somewhere out there, there might be a universe where you don’t worry this much.” You huffed, shaking your head. “That is only possible if, within that same universe, you do not get yourself into so much trouble.” “Where’s the fun in that?” He was teasing, trying to cheer you up, and damnit, it was working. You smiled a little bit, shaking your head as you continued to look at the hologram. “...It’ll be fine,” Pike insisted again; his tone was a little more soft now, and you could feel him watching you. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your whole-hearted concession, but it didn’t matter; you knew you would follow that man anywhere, and he knew that, too. “Whatever you say, Captain,” You sighed. -- You were concerned the second you stepped onto the transporter pad. It was the way the operator was frowning at the console. “Is everything alright, Ensign?” Number One had asked, and the ensign had nodded and insisted that, of course, everything was fine, there was just some interference from the solar storm. You’d glanced at Pike, but he was staunchly refusing to meet your gaze. “Any concerns regarding transport?” “No, Captain.” “Energize.” -- You didn’t need to be commed by the ship to know that you were in the wrong place. What you did need to do was take a deep breath and swear to the universe that you were never going to have anything to do with a solar storm ever again. Nov O-62 was a desert planet, but you were surrounded by lush, green grass. You looked around and found yourself alone, without the rest of the away team. “It’ll be fine,” You muttered to yourself, mimicking Pike’s voice, “I’m Christopher Pike and solar storms are fun and not at all dangerous.” You pulled your communicator out of your belt. “Enterprise, come in, Enterprise.” You were met with nothing but static. “Great. Awesome,” You grumbled, looking around. You pulled out your handheld PADD - maybe you could get a fix on where exactly on Nov O-62 you were and start working your way back toward the rest of the away team. You frowned when the device wouldn��t get a fix on your location. The map indicated that you weren’t located in any quadrant in the known universe. That-- That had to be a mistake. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you began to look around. Higher ground. Maybe if you found higher ground, you could get a better signal and make contact with the Enterprise. You were careful and quiet as you began to walk, looking around. Wherever you were, it was beautiful - quiet, apparently uninhabited-- And then you froze, hearing a child’s laugh from nearby. You plastered yourself against a tree, holding still. The sound was close, but not right up beside you. You listened for it again, frowning when you heard a familiar voice calling, “Willa Jane Pike, get back here! You need to wash up before supper!” You frowned deeply. You knew that voice, you knew that name. You peered around the tree, curious, and you gasped softly. That was… That was you. Well, it wasn’t you, but it was someone that looked exactly like you, that sounded exactly like you-- Had you hit your head when you’d beamed down? … No. No, you’d been on your feet, alright. What was this place? Who was that person? You watched as a little girl ran back to this other you and reached down, tousling her hair and murmuring, “Go on,” Before turning to watch her go. You crept closer, weaving through a few more trees to get a better look at your-not-self. “I think that’s the fastest she’s ever gone in without an argument,” You heard. Your heart dropped through your stomach to your feet. “Well, she’s been out here all day, I think she’s too hungry to argue,” The not-you answered the man that was coming closer. It couldn’t possibly be him. The man was on another planet in another system in, apparently, a ‘known universe’. A known universe… Shit, shit. Fucking solar storms. “Makes for a faster wash-up,” He said. You could see his face more clearly now, and you knew his face as well as your own. That was Pike. That was a Pike. He wasn’t your Pike, no matter how much he might look or sound like him. “It certainly does,” The not-you chuckled. “Think she can be trusted to wash her hands without flooding the bathroom?” He asked. “Why?” Not-you asked. You watched with bated breath as not-Pike’s arms wrapped around not-you’s waist. “‘Cause I’d like a quiet moment with my wife.” You felt your chest tighten at the words; so sweet, and reverent, just before he dipped his head for a kiss. You’d had dreams like this, but to see it in front of you this way was almost worse. At least when you dreamt it, you could push it off as something silly, something that you may want, but could never happen. Now, knowing that somewhere out there, there was something like this, something like you? Every time you and Pike bickered now, you would imagine a whole other kind of conversation happening in a parallel universe, where your daughter (who you’d named after his mother) was out in the backyard, where you and PIke could have your quiet moments. Not-Pike had leaned away from not-you now, and was just smiling, this gentle, contented look. You glanced down as you heard your communicator crackle and were barely able to work out the words, “Commander? -- Enterprise-- Copy?” You glanced back up at the couple of them as you raised the communicator to your lips. “I copy.” “Beaming-- Out--” “Wait!” You breathed, taking one last look at Not-Pike’s face, at the way his eyes crinkled as he smiled. You swallowed thickly before saying, “Beam me up.” -- Number One was in the transporter bay when you were beamed in, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You felt like you had. -- “Door.” You glanced back as the door to your quarters swished open and Pike strode in. The dilithum had been extracted, and the Enterprise was on its way. You were glad of it. “Are you alright?” He was still walking toward you, and you nodded a little bit, rising from your desk. Chris folded you into his arms and you went willingly. “I’m fine,” You grumbled, even as you leaned into him, “Boyce checked me over and everything.” Chris leaned away, holding you at arm’s length and searching your face. “... You gonna make me wait for you to say it?” He asked. You frowned. “Say what?” “‘I told you so’.” You couldn’t even muster a smile as you huffed a tired laugh. “I’m saving it for another time,” You shook your head, “Everyone else is alright?” “Yes, though I’m sure Una already told you that.” She did, but you were glad to hear it again. “And you’re--” “I’m fine-- Where the hell did you go? Transporter room was able to get a lock on your location, but the coordinates are jumbled, they’re having a hell of a time deciphering it.” You stepped out of Pike’s arms, walking over to your bed and sitting on the edge of it. You rested your elbows on your knees, steadying yourself before you answered, “It wasn’t anywhere in this universe. I don’t care if they work out wherever the hell I was, I’m just lucky I made it back.” Pike’s brow furrowed. “You mean…” You nodded. “Alternate, somewhere. I tried to use my PADD to find you all but it couldn't place me anywhere.” Pike drifted closer, sitting on the bed beside you and frowning. “Maybe it was a PADD malfunction.” “It wasn’t.” “How do you--” “Chris, I know.” You felt him turn his head to look at you. “...What happened?” He asked quietly. It took you a few moments. “Nothing bad.” You sighed, and raked a hand through your hair like that’d push whatever this was away, and glanced in his direction, not quite meeting his eye. “Doesn’t matter, anyway,” You added, “We’re all in one piece, we’re leaving, and I’m never letting you do anything during a solar storm again.” “I’d already come to that decision myself, Commander.” “Well, then it was all worth it, Captain.” You did look at him then, and he was giving you this soft smile, one that made his eyes crinkle. You had to look away, and quickly. “I’m uh-- I should get some rest--” “Of course,” Chris agreed, getting up from your bed, “Ping me if you need anything.” “‘Course. Same goes.” You glanced up as you heard the door closing, and caught one last glimpse of Pike smiling at you. Let it go, you told yourself as you settled into bed, the computer powering the lights down, That woman wasn’t you, that man wasn’t him. You blinked into the darkness, waiting for sleep to come. There was a whole other conversation going on, somewhere out there. One of you, with one of him. One of you, curled up in his arms. You rolled onto your side, closing your eyes. Enough now. General tag list: @angels-pie​ ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta​

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mind in the gutter // colby brock

A/N: hey... so i haven’t done a blurb/one shot in such a long time. this wasn’t requested by anyone, this is just something i thought of. i know a lot of you are probably waiting for the next chapter of the chosen daughter, only the lonely survive, or the sequel for gyhab but i’m kind holding off on that rn bc i’m not in the mood to write something for them. i kinda just want to write some stuff i’ve had in mind for a while now. that being said... this is probably one of the dirtiest things i’ve ever written... so enjoy ;)

title from song ‘mind in the gutter’ by chris crocker

trigger warning: SMUT, cursing, mentions of being 'slutty’, graphic language

word count: 1145

~~~~~~~~~~~~

There were a lot of perks to dating Colby. He was the sweetest and kindest person I had ever met, and the best boyfriend I ever had. He cared about me a lot, always made sure I was comfortable, and made me feel so loved. I couldn't ask for more.

And as much as I loved his personality, I also loved his looks.

Calling him hot was an understatement most days. He just had a way of making me horny within seconds, and he didn't even have to do much for me to instantly want him.

Today was one of those days.

We were all hanging out at the new Trap House. I was relaxing under the shade of the tiki bar, watching him and Sam jump into the pool, trying to do flips.

The way his bathing suit clung to his thighs... his hair wet and pushed back... his gorgeous smile as he laughed.

Fuck. Me.

I felt myself blush at my thoughts. I don't think this was the time or place to be getting turned on by him. Literally all of his roommates were here. Tara and Kat were too, tanning under the sun in some lounge chairs.

But I couldn't help it.

All I could think about was him coming over here and fucking me against the bar. I could almost feel him slamming into me repeatedly, spanking my ass and pulling my hair as I screamed out his name.

"Woah... okay, even that was a little much." I murmured to myself, stepping back from the bar. I turned around and pulled an ice-cold water bottle out of the cooler, ripping open the top and chugging it.

As I spun back around, I gazed over at Colby. His eyes caught mine, a light smile came to his lips. He slowly climbed out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying his hair and chest off. I watched as he strutted over to me, causing me to bite my lip.

Damn, he is fucking fine.

"Hey babe. Whatchu staring at?" Colby chuckled, stepping into the tiki bar. He rubbed the towel into the side of his hair.

I shrugged, checking him out. "Just admiring the view."

Colby sassed, lowering the towel. "Oh? You like what you see?"

"Definitely." I whispered, pulling the towel. His feet followed. Once he was close, I leaned up and kissed him deeply. My hands snaked up his torso, landing on his neck and pulling him in closer. He hummed against my mouth.

He backed up, ending the kiss too soon. "What was that for?"

"I don't know. I'm just in one of those moods." I replied, my hands drifting to my sides.

"What kind of mood?" Colby asked.

"The kind where all I want you to do is fuck me." I stated bluntly.

He choked. "Uhh... what?"

"You heard me." I teased.

"You... you can't say shit like that, baby." He sighed.

"Why?" I taunted.

"Because how am I supposed to hear that and not get turned on?" His pupils dilated as he closed the gap between us.

I gazed up and down his torso, memorizing the curves of his hips and abs. The way his v-lines dipped low made my mouth water. I could feel my breathing quicken as I stared at his chest and neck, still wet from the pool. All I could think about was sucking on his neck and nipping at his collarbone.

"I want you to take me. Right now." I responded breathlessly.

Colby's eyebrows raised, his hands landing on my waist. "Where? Here?"

"Sure. Where ever you want me. Fuck me in front of everybody. Let them know how good you give it to me." I uttered, gripping his forearms.

He groaned, dropping his head. "Babe."

"I really need you, Colby. Please. I'm fucking dripping for you." I pled.

His eyes darkened at my words, his voice low and deep. "Are you?"

I nodded. "Please, just touch me. I need some relief."

"What about-" He started.

"No one can see us in here. Please fuck me with your fingers. I need them. I need you." I huffed desperately, my hands cupping his face and bringing it close to mine.

"Fuck." Colby looked around, realizing none of his friends were even paying attention to us. He slid his fingers into my bathing suit, finding my clit instantly.

I whimpered as his thumb massaged my clit, his middle and ring slowly slipping into me.

"Fuck, you're soaked." He gasped.

I swallowed, holding back a moan. "I told you. I've been thinking about you all day."

"You have?" His eyes landed on mine.

"Yeah. God, Colby. Everything you do is so fucking sexy." I confessed.

Colby sped up his fingers' pace, his eyes glancing away for a moment to look at everyone behind us. "So you've been here getting turned on by me without me even doing anything to you?"

"Yessss. Shit, baby, you’re so good with your hands." I trembled, my nails digging into his neck.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He hissed.

I panted. "Yes."

"Right here? Is that how desperate you are for me?" Colby growled.

I moaned. "Mm-Hmm."

"You'd let me fuck you while everyone can see us?" He smirked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered, holding back sounds that wanted to escape my lips.

"Do you know how slutty and hot you sound? …All because you want my cock." Biting his lip and speeding up his fingers, he slipped them into my dripping pussy faster and faster.

"Baby, please take me. I know you want me." I glided my hand down to his growing bulge, rubbing him through his bathing suit.

He snatched my hand away, holding it down against the bar behind me. "I'm gonna make you cum first. Then I'm gonna take you inside and fuck you until you can't walk."

"God, that's all I want." I begged.

He questioned. "How close are you?"

"I'm right fucking there." I admitted passionately.

"I can't wait to pound this tight cunt of yours. I gonna make you cum so hard." Colby grunted, his fingers thrusting into me harder and harder.

"Fuck, oh my God." I cried out, trying not to be loud as I edged.

"Make any noise and everyone will know you're cumming around my fingers. Is that what you want, baby?" He dared cockily, curling his fingers and hitting my sweet spot.

I whined, bucking my hips against his hand. "God, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me babygirl."

Colby pushed himself up against me, his fingers going even deeper as I came. My body quaked and shivered against him, biting my lip hard to hold back from screaming. I gripped his shoulders tight, almost unable to hold myself up.

As my orgasm started to subside, Colby pressed his lips to my ear.

"Go upstairs and get ready for me."

| part two >>

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12 Days of Ficmas

Day 9

(Bryce Lahela x F!MC*Chris Valentine) in a Choices Open Heart one shot.

A/N Bryce’s plans don’t seem to be going like he wanted for Christmas with Chris. 

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Song Inspiration: Christmas Without You by Ava Max

Going Home

December 19th...

Bryce finished stacking his luggage by the door. He looked around at all the Christmas decorations he had talked Chris into buying with a touch of bitter irony.

This was supposed to be their Christmas.

Leave it to his family to find a way to mess up yet another part of his life.

"You forgot to pack this." Chris walked in with a small box wrapped in green paper. The red ribbon on top had been hastily tied into a lopsided bow.

He chuckled while pointing it out. "Sloppy stitch work Dr. Valentine."

"This is why I don't operate." She slipped her arms around his waist. "I leave that up to you."

He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. "I really don't want to go."

She hugged him tight. "I know."

He set the gift on top of his bags, while keeping her in his arms. "I wish you were able to come with me."

"Me too." She murmured.

He pressed his forehead against hers, for once unable to think of something humorous to say to break the tension.

If his little sister had not called two weeks ago with an outrageous request, he would be able to stay in Boston and enjoy Christmas for once. He could follow through with all the plans he had made with the very reason he had gotten excited again for the holiday.

His Chris.

He knew how lucky he was. The love of his life had survived being poisoned six months ago and he had been given another chance to show her just how much she meant to him.

And Bryce had held nothing back.

All the special dates he made after her recovery had led to a proposal on Thanksgiving Day.

Sienna had nearly choked on a piece of turkey she had popped in her mouth when he dropped down on a knee in front of all their friends.

Chris had said yes, making that a day Bryce knew would always hold a special sort of thankfulness in his heart.

Plans were made for Christmas and New Year's Eve that night. Schedules were studied while the couple began to think of ways to balance everything.

Which was why Keiki's phone call had been unexpected. Like her older brother, she had decided that she needed space from their parents. She had not been in any rush to return home to Hawaii and was happily settled in the bordering school Bryce had found for her.

He and Chris visited her often and she in turn came for the occasional weekend here and there.

Bryce had been floored when she asked him to go with her back to Hawaii for Christmas.

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

Two weeks ago...

"You want me to do what?!" He asked, ignoring the stares from other doctors sitting in the lounge.

"Mom and Dad have been calling me for a few weeks now." Keiki explained. "They really want us to try and be a family again."

"No." He didn't bother to hide his bitterness. "I have nothing to say to them."

"Please Bryce." She pleaded. "I--after running away...I can't face them on my own."

Bryce ran a hand through his hair, gripping a handful in frustration. "Keiki, I haven't seen them in ten years. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is going to be for all of us if I'm there?"

"But they want to try." She said again. "Couldn't you try too?"

"I probably can't get time off." Bryce clutched on to that excuse. "I'm still a--"

"I asked Chris to check before I called." Keiki admitted.

"You did what?" He demanded. "Why would you--"

"Because I thought you wouldn't bother checking until the last minute then say you weren't able to take off work." She grumbled.

Bryce blinked in surprise. His little sister knew him too well.

"Anyway," Keiki huffed, "since it is kinda a family emergency, they are giving you a week off. The nineteenth until the twenty-sixth."

Bryce dropped his head back. Seeing no way out of this, he groaned into the phone.

"Please do it for me." Her voice had softened, worried he might not go.

Unable to resist when she dropped her typical teenage attitude, he promised to pick her up on the nineteenth from school.

Keiki whooped and began to say thank you over and over again. "You're the best!"

"Remember that when you buy me a present." He added before telling her he needed to go.

Bryce decided to find his helpful fiancée and thank her for this.

After searching the diagnostic floor with little success, he found Chris in the cafeteria.

She was reading a medical journal while picking at a salad.

She jumped when he swooped in from behind and kissed her cheek. Her delight at seeing him disappeared when he sat down without a word or smile across from her.

"What's wrong?" She asked, reaching for his hand. "Did something happen with Mr. Wallace's bladder cystectomy?"

"No, that went well." He laced his fingers with hers. His eyes dropped down to the princess cut diamond engagement ring he had given her, sparkling under the florescent lights. "Keiki called."

"Oh?" Chris pretended a new interest in her salad. "How is she?"

"Thrilled that someone I know and love happened to do the impossible and got a third year surgical resident off for Christmas."

Her cheeks colored. "I wonder who could do such a miracle?"

"Chris." He sighed her name. "You know I have no desire to see my parents."

"Yeah, but after you talked to your mom about Keiki's bordering school--"

"That was brief compared to spending a week with them." Bryce countered, slouching in his seat. "At least you'll be there as a buffer."

The woman he adored began to squirm in her chair.

"Oh no, no no." He gripped her hand. "Come on, Chris! You're not making me do this alone?"

"I wasn't able to take off. Dr. Ramsey always goes to his Dad's place for Christmas. Since June left, it's just me and Baz working the diagnostic department." Chris pushed her tray to the side. "I'll be working Christmas Eve so that Baz can be with Zaid and their parents. Apparently there is some kind of twin holiday tradition they have involving Santa and his elves."

Bryce softly cursed under his breath. "I'm not spending Christmas away from you. This is our first one as a couple." He reminded her. "I'll tell Keiki she has to face Mom and Dad on her own."

"No!" Chris reached for his other hand. "I love that you want to spend it with me as much as I do with you, but your sister needs you right now." She then shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I'll be working and sleeping the holiday away."

She swallowed against that lie, knowing all her own holiday plans she had dreamed of with him were destroyed. Having Christmas Day off would be incredibly lonely. Their friends were either working a different shift or finding a way home to see their loved ones. Her own parents were leaving for their yearly trip to Switzerland in a few days.

She would be completely alone this holiday season.

"I really don't want to do this without you." Bryce tugged her out of her chair and into his lap.

Ignoring her frantic whispers that there were people around, he cupped her cheek and kissed her.

"I don't want you to either." She whispered, giving in to the need to kiss him once more. "I'll be just a phone call away."

"Not good enough." He grumbled before giving her a half-hearted smile. "But it seems I have no choice since the two bossy women in my life are guilt tripping me." He squeezed her close before letting her get up. "I'll see you this evening after your rounds."

Chris smiled warmly at him. "Can't wait."

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

December 19th...

"Cheer up!" Chris shook him a little. "You'll be in Hawaii. Warm, sandy beaches--"

"That would be more inviting if you were there." His lips curved into a suggestive smile. "I'm picturing all kinds of bikinis--" he jumped when she swatted his backside.

She cleared her throat to continue. "As I was saying. You'll get to surf. See old friends--"

"Enemies. Exes. People who hope every Lahela dies some horrific death." He muttered.

"Why would you be seeing exes?!" Chris jerked back, eyes narrowing on his face. "Is there something I should know about, Lahela?"

He snorted in his laughter. "Nothing at all. I was only trying to think of the worst things I could see on this trip."

"Better be the worst." She grumbled, allowing him to once again pull her close. "Or else you will encounter a fiancée colder than the winters here in Boston."

He shook with laughter as he kissed her again. "I love you so much, Chris."

She gently caressed his cheek, giving that somewhat special, secretive smile she had just for him. "I love you too."

He checked the time and reluctantly let her go. "I better get going before Keiki calls again." He gathered up his bags, insisting Chris remain inside where it was warm. "I won't be able to leave if I see you standing out there alone."

She bit back her tears. "Be careful and call me when you get a chance."

"I will." He slung the last piece of luggage over his shoulder. "I want you to actually rest and sleep on your days off. None of that study fest you try and sneak in."

"I promise." She reached over and pulled his coat closed for him.

Bryce ducked down and stole one last tender kiss before slipping out the door. He flashed that same charming smile that still made her feel butterflies. "Later, Valentine."

Chris knew she couldn't say goodbye back without choking up. She merely waved with a smile, eyes blurring with the tears that were threatening to spill over.

She closed the door, pressed her head against it, and finally allowed herself to cry.

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

Later that night...

"I'm here." Bryce stepped out on the balcony of his old bedroom. "We just finished dinner."

"How did it go?" Chris asked, readjusting her phone as she finished doing the dishes.

"Great. Just great." He replied. "We said hello. Awkward pauses. Questions about school. Awkward pauses. The hospital. Even longer pauses with avoiding eye contact. Then Kiki decided to break the tension by telling them about our engagement. Blah, blah, blah. They want to meet you. Hope I actually invite them to the wedding--"

"Of course we will invite them!" Chris dropped the pan she was scrubbing. "You told them that, right?"

Bryce hesitated. "No. I indicated that we were still up in the air on the guest list."

"BRYCE!" Chris shouted. "Get in there and tell them that I want them at our wedding! They're your parents!"

"See, this is why I needed you to come." He snapped. "I don't want to be here. I don't want to talk to them. I have nothing in common with these people!"

"They're YOUR parents!" She snapped back. "Get over this crap and try and develop some type of relationship with them. Do it for yourself, Kiki, me, and any children we might one day have!"

A couple of beats of silence went by.

"Children, huh?" Bryce teased.

"Well, yeah." Chris mumbled. "One of you in the world is clearly not enough for me."

He couldn't stop the goofy smile forming at that. "I know the world needs more of you, Valentine."

Bryce loved hearing her stutter at his compliment.

"Anyway," she said in a softer tone, "Try and find a way to be around your family."

"I guess I do owe it to all the little Lahela's we will have." He leaned against the railing. "We're having six, right?"

"Six? Why not eight?." Chris joked, calling his bluff.

"How about two?" He countered as he quickly did the math for putting eight people through college.

"It's a deal." She checked the time and sighed. "I need to head to the hospital."

"Okay." He told her again that he loved her before ending the call. Taking one last glance at the ocean, he walked inside to speak to his parents.

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

A couple of days went by with everyone in the Lahela household walking on egg shells. Each person seemed to keep the conversation impersonal. Generalizations were made on the weather, possible activities were suggested, and uncomfortable silences were falling at alarming rates.

The only time Bryce felt a little like his normal self was when he was either talking to Chris or alone with Keiki.

One morning, it all came to an end.

After taking his little sister out for a sunrise surf, Keiki had suggested they surprise their parents with breakfast.

"We can make it ourselves!"

"I hope you mean bowls of cereal." He teased. "Because even those are pretty much a hit and miss for me."

Keiki rolled her eyes. "You're a surgeon! Surely between the two of us we can come up with something."

"I'm not cooking while in the operating room." He added. "Edenbrook frowns on that."

She elbowed him in the ribs.

"And I'm out." He snickered at annoying her. "I can't handle a skillet with bruised ribs." He dodged her next attack. "Much less crack an egg."

Keiki chased him into the Lahela mansion, threatening to crack an egg over his big head. Their laughter caused their parents to look up from their morning coffee.

"Good morning." Their mother called out.

The two stopped in their tracks.

"Morning." Keiki greeted.

She and Bryce stood in the foyer, making sure they weren't tracking sand in.

"Did you have a good time?" Their father asked.

"Yeah." Bryce rubbed the back of his neck. "Smooth waves all morning."

His mother chuckled fondly. "There were so many mornings when you were little that I couldn't find you. Your father kept me from freaking out by showing me your favorite surfing spot."

"I suggested getting a houseboat to live in so we could see you more often." Their father teased. "But your mom had this weird fixation that home meant one on land."

Keiki glanced back and forth between her parents and brother. This was the first time anyone mentioned something from the past.

Bryce hated that he felt that familiar tug to his heart when it came to childhood memories. He had a good life for the most part. His parents might have committed crimes, but they had treated him well in their own way.

They had always been busy, flittering to one event or planning one to show off the Lahela fortune. But in between those moments, they had tried to be parents. They weren't perfect, especially when compared to stories his friends shared about holidays with family and such.

But maybe, maybe they weren't that horrible.

"Keiki and I were going to try our hand at making breakfast for all of us." He found himself saying. "We'll try not to burn the house down."

Tears came to his mother's eyes. With a choked laugh, she nodded. "That--that is very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you." His father's voice was raspy with emotion. "We promise to eat whatever you serve." He tried to joke. "Good thing we have a son who's a doctor."

Keiki pulled on Bryce's arm. "Let's do this."

Feeling a little guilty that an offer to cook had affected his parents to such an extent, Bryce decided to give it his all and make this a breakfast none of them would forget.

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

Edenbrook, Dec. 23...

"And don't forget to test--"

"Ethan, shouldn't you be on the road by now?" Chris interrupted. "The weather is only going to get worse."

"Is this your way of trying to keep me from repeating the lab work I want done?" He countered.

She held up a readout. "Did it last night."

An expression of approval appeared on his face. "Well done, Rookie."

"A compliment? It really is Christmas." She teased.

He snorted while gathering his things. "Enjoy. It only happens once a year."

"Tell your dad, I said Merry Christmas." She yelled out as he left.

He waved in acknowledgement without looking back.

Chris dropped her head on the table, softly groaning in misery.

"And then there was one." She sat up and focused once more on her research of skin irritations, frowning at this being her holiday treat.

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

Lahela Mansion...

"Our Bryce is not only one of the top surgeons, he is also engaged to a brilliant doctor."

Bryce forced a smile as his mother continued to pull him from one group to another. Lucky for him, he was only meant to stand there and appear delighted with life.

He wasn't really in the mood to socialize.

He glanced across the room and saw that his dad was doing the same with Keiki. The siblings shared a mutual glance of resignation.

After that one breakfast, their parents were ready to show the world that the Lahela's were still a prominent family that deserved awe and respect.

He hated being paraded like this. The only reason he still smiled was he felt a little guilty still over keeping them out of his life for so long. It surprised him that their parents had practically become recluses when Keiki also left. Having both their children move across the country to try and escape the Lahela name had been the wakeup call they needed.

Things still weren't what they once were, yet there was no denying the effort his parents were putting forth in the hopes of finding a new normal.

The only thing was, Bryce wanted to go home.

And home meant anywhere Chris was.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and excused himself.

Opening up the image Chris had sent made his brow furrow in confusion. It was some type of weird skin rash.

He then burst into laughter when he read the words she had typed under it.

This could be the eggnog talking, but does this guy's rash look like a fat reindeer to you?

He set his drink down and began to text back.

This is why I love you.

He smiled in anticipation as he waited for her response.

Who knew skin rashes had this kind of effect on you?

And? He sent back.

And I love you too.

Keiki sneaked over and peeked at his phone.

"Is that a reindeer?" She tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe." He put his phone back in his pocket.

He leaned against the doorframe, quietly observing the party.

"You don't have to stay." Keiki whispered.

"I know." He ran a hand through his hair. "But it won't kill me to hang out another hour at this party."

"I mean, you don't have to stay here for Christmas." She corrected.

"I thought you wanted me to."

"I did. Or do. But now that things have been talked about, I don't mind being alone here with Mom and Dad." Keiki explained. "I know you must miss Chris."

"I do." His mind began to whirl with possibly leaving. "You don't think it would upset our parents if I up and left?"

"Not if you tell them why."

He slung his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You know, for little sisters, you aren't that bad?"

She rolled her eyes while fighting a grin. "I guess you aren't the worst either."

He squeezed her close, grinning when she hugged him back. "I'll talk to them after the party."

"This means I get to open my gift from you early, right?" Keiki asked.

"Gift? From me?" He placed his hand to his head. "Was I supppsed to get you something?"

Bryce grunted when she punched his bicep.

"I take everything nice back I ever said about you." She sniped back.

"Easy there, Ms. MMA. Some of us need our arms for work." He nodded toward the tree. "Your gift is wrapped in the candy cane paper."

She stood on her tiptoes to see over the crowd. "Is it anything from my list?"

"Of course it is. Do you honestly think I have any clue what a fifteen year old girl likes?" He reminded her. "Plus Chris made sure we got exactly what you wanted."

Keiki hugged him again. "I'm so glad you came with me."

He gently patted her back. "Me too, kid."

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

Dec. 23rd, a few hours later, Honolulu International Airport...

"I understand that what I'm asking is the impossible." Bryce took a deep breath. "If you can get me as close to the east coast, I'll pay extra and drive the rest of the way if needed."

"Sir, we are having to cancel a number of flights due to weather." The ticket agent explained. "Your flight is for the twenty-sixth."

"I know. But I need to be home tomorrow." He repeated. "I'll fly anywhere. It doesn't have to be a direct flight to Boston."

The agent began to type while the line of people behind Bryce grumbled at the hold up.

"The closest I can get you is a five hour layover in Dallas." She typed some more. "You can then be on standby for a flight to Grand Rapids or I can book you in our economy class to Chicago which has a two hour layover in San Diego and another two hour layover in Houston."

"Chicago." He decided.

She printed out his new ticket. "Departs from Gate B-9 in one hour."

"Thank you." He hurried over to security.

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

Dec. 24th, around four a.m. Chicago...

"I need something with four wheel drive." Bryce added.

"Yeah, you and everyone else." The car rental rep snickered. "It's Christmas Eve in the Midwest. You'll be lucky to leave here with a car that isn't a convertible with the top down."

Bryce ran his hand through his hair. "Just give me whatever you got."

"Huh." The rep's eyes widened. "Must be your lucky day. We have one SUV left."

Bryce felt the first glimmer of hope since his last three turbulent flights. "I'll take it."

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

Dec. 24th, Boston...

It is going to be a white Christmas for Boston. Snow has been falling and will continue with a possible accumulation of eighteen inches. Some areas of the country are expecting up to twenty-

Chris changed the channel while getting ready for a long night at work. Her mood had been less than cheerful the more she thought about being alone tomorrow.

That and she had not heard from Bryce at all.

He's probably at another party, she thought. Maybe his family planned something special.

"Get your head right, Valentine." She told her reflection. "Nobody wants a depressed doctor missing her fiancé."

She searched her closet for something more festive to wear, hoping it would brighten her mood and her patients'. After choosing a red knit dress, she snagged a gingerbread cookie and headed out into the snow.

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

Somewhere in the snow...

"A cup of coffee, please." Bryce checked the time again and softly groaned.

He had been driving since around five in the morning. With all the snow, the fifteen hour drive seemed to be growing longer and longer. He still had another five hours at the very least until he made it to Boston.

His phone chimed with a message from Chris.

Merry Christmas Eve! I miss you and hope you're having a good time.

He took a sip of the coffee and debated on whether or not to tell her what he was really doing. Typing out that he missed her too, he decided to remain quiet on how he was spending the night before Christmas.

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

Dec. 25th, 8:00 a.m., Boston...

Chris trudged through the snow, playfully kicking up some of it. The night shift had thankfully been quiet for the most part. She had been able to go to the children's ward and play some Christmas themed games with them and their families.

Seeing their excited faces went a long way in helping lift her spirits.

Some of the staff had brought in some holiday treats and even Dr. Banerji brought in some homemade wassail in a crockpot to help stay warm in the snow.

Chris found a Secret Santa gift on her desk when her shift ended. Smiling, she opened it up to find a green cashmere scarf. Wrapping the soft material around her neck, she pulled on her snow boots and left in a much better mood than she had arrived in.

Humming Christmas carols, she continued to her apartment. She decided that this Christmas on her own would be spent in pajamas and dozing on the couch with A Christmas Story on continuous loop.

She was on the third verse to We Wish You a Merry Christmas when she unlocked the door.

"We won't go until we get some," she sang as she tossed her keys on a side table. "We won't--"

"Well, if you insist." Bryce said suggestively.

She stopped in her tracks. Her jaw dropped as she stared at him.

"Should we exchange presents before we get some or after?" He laughed when she launched herself into his arms, squeezing him tight.

"What are you--how--" she sighed into his kiss, snuggling closer.

"I wanted to spend Christmas at home." He told her.

"But you were home." She reminded him. "With your family."

"That's not home anymore." Bryce backed her to the sofa.

"So you're saying Boston has become your new home?" She laughed when they fell onto the cushions.

He gazed down at her, thinking of all the emotions she made him feel. His voice turned sincere as he smoothed her hair out of her eyes.

"Funny thing is, it isn't the place so much as the reason why this is now home." He pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek before brushing his lips against hers as he spoke. "Wherever we are, as long as you're there, then that is where I will call home."

[itsyourboychristopher]

regarde-moi

wilderme9 said: Hii! I don't know if you've recieved this req before but i really wanted a channie smut with a few things like hair pulling, intense eye contact and on some kind of counter (like kitchen/bathroom). You don't have too but honestly your writings make me W E A K 🥺💔 

hi i hope you like it.

warnings: masturbation, hair pulling, eye contact, overstimulation, please use protection unlike chan, a little bit of soft domming

words: 1.5k

Running your hands over your forehead and down the length of your hair, you relish in the heat of the water as you wash out the conditioner. The feeling of the spray hitting your back feels almost pleasurable, and you let out a content sigh as the song on your phone switches to one of your new favorite songs, Regarde-moi by Lomepal.

You had researched the lyrics as soon as you found the song, and what little French you knew didn’t do the song justice. It was rather sensual, and after reading up on it, you ended up listening to it five more times and then went to find Chan who was laying down on his bed producing his newest song. He had looked up at you all sunshine and smiles, and within two minutes you had his computer out of his lap as you attempted to suck his dick dry with his hands pulling at your hair.

Just remembering his cock down your throat and his hands in your hair make you lick your plump bottom lip. Trailing your hand down your neck, through the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach, you halt as soon as it reaches the top of your mound. 

Chan would hopefully be home soon; he could help you take care of the sudden onslaught of heat beginning to radiate from your core if you could simply wait. 

Whining quietly, you open your eyes and contemplate the idea of waiting. The thought doesn’t last long, and you know if he catches you he’d most likely be a little peeved because he wants to be the one to pleasure you now that you guys live together. He took pride in being the one to make you orgasm… but what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, right?

You let your hand continue its path down until you can outline your folds lightly with your fingertips. Within seconds, your mind is solely focused on the treacherous path of your fingers--two on one hand beginning to circle your clit as the ones on your other hand massage your breast. Small moans leave your lips as the pleasure begins to build along with the song, and you know with the memory of your boyfriend and your masterful fingers that this won’t last long. Just as the song comes to its end, you feel the addicting bliss of orgasm beginning to edge out your consciousness.

Right when the first wave begins to crest, your music gets turned off and you hear the sound of a throat being cleared, and a shiver runs down your spine as you easily recognize the voice. 

“Having some fun without me, yeah?” He questions after a quiet moment.

Taking in a shaky breath, you release yourself and turn off the now lukewarm water. Your hands shakily open the shower curtains just enough to peek your face out, and the look on your boyfriend’s face causes your clit to throb. You almost want to squeeze your thighs together to help yourself along, he just looks that delicious, but you know you’d be in trouble. 

His arms are crossed over his chest, his sleeveless shirt showing off his vascular muscles, and his eyebrow is raised as he lifts the corner of his lips in a smirk. It was the hardness in his gorgeous brown eyes though that creates a warmth in your cheeks due to the embarrassment of being caught.

You watch as his left arm uncurls so he can point at the floor in front of him. “Care to come out and show me what you were doing?”

Gulping, you take your bottom lip between your teeth as you hesitate, and after a moment you open the curtains enough for you to step out and go to where he wants you. You don’t move once there, and when his eyebrow raises again, you whimper and begin to resume your activities from just a moment ago. 

When your fingertips touch your clit again, the throbbing from before comes back full force as you watch his eyes zoom in on the movement. Your legs are barely open, and your hand isn’t moving that fast, but whatever you are doing doesn’t seem like enough because soon Chan is moving towards you. His hands take hold of your thighs and soon you are lifted into his arms as he turns around and gently deposits you onto the bathroom counter. The marble feels cold against your warm, wet skin, and he must see you shiver cause soon he’s rubbing his palms up and down your thighs before slowly spreading your legs open. 

He takes in a small, shaky breath at the sight of your clenching core, causing his hands to tenderly squeeze your knees. “You can continue,” he whispers as his eyes meet yours. 

Nodding your head, your fingers return to your nub as your other hand grabs at his shoulder, gripping it so you won’t fall backwards. He seems to approve of that action by kissing the back of your hand lovingly, his eyes never once leaving yours. 

Your pointer and middle finger circle your clit before dipping into the increasing wetness of your channel, and you let yourself clench around the damp digits. The added lubrication when you go back to your throbbing cluster of nerves is welcome, and after watching you for a few seconds, Chris’ left hand leaves your knee to rub the front of his black ripped jeans, making you moan. 

You had noticed them becoming tighter since he first saw you, but now the zipper is practically bulging as his cock hardens. You can almost see the head of his dick as it throbs in his left pant leg, and for a moment you wish you were on your knees in front of him, opening the gift that just keeps on giving. Meeting his eyes, you see the fire dancing in his irises, and for a moment the both of you just take in the sight and knowledge that pleasuring yourselves in front of each other is turning the both of you on immensely. Your pussy clenches, and the speed of your fingers increase, almost causing your eyes to flutter closed. 

“Don’t close your eyes, baby girl, and don’t stop.”

Whimpering, you do as he says and watch as he begins to unbuckle his belt slowly. His nimble fingers almost lazily unbutton his jeans, and you immediately know he’s teasing you as he lowers his zipper at a snail’s pace. “Channie,” You whine as your fingers slow down. 

“I told you not to stop, baby girl,” He growls as he moves his hands away from his crotch, making it clear he will stop if you stop. “You wanted to touch yourself without me here, so now I get to watch you make yourself cum.”

You groan in disappointment but continue the motions, and after a few seconds he brings his hands back to his crotch. When he finally pushes his jeans open enough that he can reach in and take out his cock, you’re practically salivating and on the verge of your climax. Between his demanding tone, lustful eyes, and teasing sights, you’re right there ready to fall. He notices too and rewards you by freeing his dick from its confines.

“Don’t stop,” he repeats.

If you weren’t on the verge of coming you’d question him, but soon you feel the head of his cock against your slit, making you moan loudly. Chan moves in towards you, his lips ghosting over yours, and just as your orgasm starts, he plunges his cock into your depths, causing your entire world to fall apart. Your eyes roll back into your head as Chan brings your spasming body into his arms, his cock inside of your orgasming pussy increasing your pleasure tenfold. Your hand that had been rubbing away at your clit moves to clutch his bicep, and you faintly hear him curse as you repeatedly squeeze around his cock.

Before your orgasm can even fully ebb away, he starts fucking you hard and fast. His right hand is clutching your hip in a near bruising hold, giving him leverage as he forces you into overstimulation. Within two thrusts he has your wet, tangled hair wrapped around his hand, and the burning on your scalp only adds to the painful pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Y/n,” he pants as he forces you to look at him. Noticing your fucked out expression, he curses loudly in a grunt.

Meeting his eyes as best as you can as the overstimulation turns into blinding pleasure, you feel him hit your g-spot near perfectly with every thrust. Your second orgasm is already building again, and based off of his blown pupils, you know he’s just as close. 

“Christopher,” you moan loudly. “Mm, please--!”

He pants out, “What do you need, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

He immediately grants your request, and soon you’re engulfed in a passion filled kiss. His cock never stops it’s pace even though his kisses are slow and calculated, and when he sucks your bottom lip into your mouth you feel your second orgasm erupt. Your orgasm brings about his own, and soon he’s pulsing inside of you, filling you with his cum as you both ride out your euphorias.

A minute passes, the both of you just holding onto each other as you come down from your highs, and once he thinks he can stand without leaning against the sink, Chris lifts himself away from you a bit, leaving his cock still inside, and kisses your forehead. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers into your skin.

“Mm,” you groan quietly. “Yeah… I’m just… fuck.”

Chan chuckles softly as he rests his forehead against yours. “Sorry. Hearing you moaning and then watching you really got me going.”

“Don’t apologize,” you breathe. “That was amazing.”

“Not too much?”

Leaning back so you can look at his smiling face, you fondly kiss his dimple, causing him to smile wider. “Just what I needed actually. Regarde-Moi came on, and you know how much I love that song.”

“Ahh,” Chan nods. “It all makes sense now. You were remembering when you swallowed my cock that night, right?”

“A night to remember.”

Chan chuckles again and gently helps you off of the counter, his cock sliding from you before bringing your naked form as close as possible to his still clothed one. “That it was. That it was.”

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Heathers | Sweet Pea

A/N: As I said, I was rewriting Riverdale’s Heathers episode with focus on Sweet Pea and Reader as JD and Veronica Sawyer, and the rehearsals for the musical rather than everything around it (and if it’s the drama around it, it’s drama between Sweet Pea and Y/N).  We’ve been robbed of the masterpiece that is Sweet Pea singing Meant To Be Yours. I mean??? That song is amazing in both the off-Broadway and the West End prodcution and Sweet Pea would’ve looked SO HOT singing it and going all completely mental!  I did add some characters as friends of Y/N that are part of the musical too since I wanted an appropriate character to play Martha other than Toni (????) who really does not fit the role of Martha Dunnstock.  So, I think it’s going to be a six parter and I’ll try to upload one every night at 7pm. (can’t promise anything though)  Lemme know if I need to make a taglist and who to put on it! :)  Enjoy, kiddos! 

Words: 1711

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Y/N

Warnings: cursing, angst

Act one: Freeze Your Brain 

Every year we do a different musical at Riverdale High. Last year, we did Carrie, but this year, we’re doing my favorite musical ever: Heathers. If Cheryl Blossom hadn’t claimed the role of Heather Chandler, I would’ve auditioned for it. Mainly so I could yell ‘Shut up, Heather!’ at pretty much any given moment. But I did get the role of Veronica Sawyer which is kind of a more important role than Heather Chandler. I mean, Heather does die quite early on. “I’ve asked Evelyn to step up as co-director,” Kevin Keller, who always directs the musicals, says at our first day of rehearsals. I liked him as director in last year’s play and I think he and Evelyn will be a good team on this year’s musical too. However, Betty Cooper does not agree with that. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves and the parts we’re playing to get Evelyn up to speed with everything?” Cheryl gets up from her chair, clearly wanting to be the first one to go. “I’m Cheryl Blossom and I’m obviously playing Heather Chandler.” I roll my eyes at her. Being ‘theater-nerd’ means not getting along with the popular kids such as Cheryl Blossom and Betty Cooper. It’s not that I hate them, I just don’t want to be friends with them. I mean, it wouldn’t click between us anyway since all I ever do – according to most jocks – is talk and think and dream of musicals. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they’re assuming I always sing when I speak. Misconceptions about theater kids. “I’m Veronica Lodge, and I play Heather McNamara,” the rich girl with the raven-hair introduces herself. To be honest, Veronica did play Chris in last year’s play and she was honestly amazing. Her voice is to die for. I would ask her to join the drama club, but I’m too scared to. “Betty Cooper, I’m playing the third Heather; Heather Duke.” Then Reggie Mantle clears his throat, clearly wanting to go next, “Reggie, AKA jock Ram Sweeney. Going to bro it up with my bud Arch here. Just two single straight dudes doing some theater.” Once again I have to roll my eyes back at the annoying toxic masculinity-filled jock behind me. “And I play Kurt Kelly,” Archie then says with a small smile. He seems to be annoyed by the antics of his bro. I chuckle at the two boys, earning a glare from them. “You do know Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney are actually fake outed as gay by JD and Veronica, right?” I ask them with an amused smile on my face before turning back to Kevin and Evelyn. “I’m Y/N, and I play the ever so lovely Veronica Sawyer. Outcast, turned Heather, then blowing up my boyfriend.” Margot and Ella, my two best friends from drama club give me a sly grin. They both have the same idea as me; neither one of these guys knows the script yet. “Hi, I’m Sweet Pea,” a guy behind me then says. He’s one of the only Serpents with a vital part in the musical. The other Serpents are part of the ensemble, which is also important. But Sweet Pea’s role is one of the biggest, along with mine. “I play Jason Dean, or JD. Veronica’s bad-boy love interest who apparently blows up?” I turn to look at him and give him a nod that tells him he should believe me when I say Jason Dean gets blown up in the end. My eyes glance down to his neck where his Serpent tattoo prominently decorates his skin. I don’t mind the Serpents as much as the other Northsiders did. I didn’t mind when they transferred to our school whilst others picked on them and nearly got them suspended. I don’t hate them but I’m not friends with them either. I just don’t care. I mind my own business, which is theater most of the time. “I’m Jodie Smiths,” the girl next to Margot says. Jodie is also part of the drama club, but we’re not really great friends. I mean, we tolerate each other, and we do what we’re told when we have to do a scene together. But it’s not like I would invite her for a milkshake at Pop’s after rehearsals. Not like I do with Margot and Ella. “I’m portraying Martha Dunnstock in Heathers.” “Fangs,” another one of the Serpents raising his hand as he speaks up, “Hipster dork.” “Toni,” the girl Serpent then speaks up, “New wave girl.” “I’m Josie,” another Northsider girl goes, “And I’m the republican girl.” “Hi, my name’s Margot and I play the role of Stoner chick.” “And I’m Ella, playing the role of preppy kid.” I give my two best friends a wide smile. I’m proud of both of them for making it into the cast even though most of the popular kids claimed the other roles. A few other Serpents and Northsiders tell Evelyn – and the rest of us – what their role in the ensemble is, but I don’t even listen anymore. I’m too filled up with excitement to get started on my favorite musical ever. And then nerves start kicking in when I think of all the scenes I’ll have to do with Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge, but mostly the ones with Sweet Pea. I have to make out with Sweet Pea. On stage. “Okay, let’s get started on vocal warm-ups and we’ll sing a few songs from the script to get us started,” Kevin suggests as he claps his hands. “Y/N, Margot, Ella and Jodie, why don’t you guide us through vocal warm-ups?” The four of us nod and get up off our chair, urging the others to do the same. We then teach them the sounds we always make during drama class to warm up. “Good!” Kevin then exclaims when we tell him they’re ready. “Let’s start with Beautiful then. Veronica Sawyer, take it away.” I nod and head up the stage, along with the rest. We don’t know any choreography yet, but it’ll be better if we’re up there to sing the songs. “September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?” That’s how Heathers: the musical always starts, and that’s how this adventure starts too. “And you know, you know, you know Life can be beautiful You hope, you dream, you pray And you get your way! Ask me how it feels Lookin' like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!” I belt out the last note just like Barret Wilbert Weed does on the cast recording of the Broadway show. I feel like Barret Wilbert Weed or any other Broadway actress I’ve looked up to since I was a child. The ensemble belts out their last note too, getting Kevin, Evelyn and Sweet Pea up on their feet and clapping. I’m not entirely sure whether it’s just for me or for the entire cast, but it still gives me a wicked feeling of pride. “Y/N! I was obsessed with everything you put in that performance!” Evelyn exclaims when the clapping had died down. “Damn, girl! I’m so glad we casted you!” I can hear Betty scoff behind me, but I don’t care. All I care about is that they liked what I did with the song. Even though it’s just what I always do in my shower when I sing that song at the top of my lungs. “Yes! And ensemble was good too!” Kevin then adds to give them some compliments too. “Let’s just go in order of songs, so Candy Store next!” he informs, so I get off the stage and grab my water bottle to drink. I just have one line to say, but no singing in this song, sadly enough. I only go back on when Fight For Me is on and stay on for Freeze Your Brain. I hadn’t heard Sweet Pea yet as this song is his first one in the whole show. “I've been through ten high schools They start to get blurry No point planting roots 'Cause you're gone in a hurry My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den” My eyes widen a little when his voice chimes through the auditorium. He has a nice singing voice. Pleasant to listen to. Very soothing. “Care for a hit?” he asks, spoken this time, but still part of the song. It takes me away from my thoughts about how good his voice is. “Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?” I shoot back, and then he goes back into singing. My breath hitches in my throat when his voice grows louder and the notes get higher, but he hits them perfectly. I figured he could sing a bit since he got cast as JD, but I didn’t expect him to be this good. My knees even buckle a little at the way he sings ‘Veronica Sawyer’. All of a sudden, the boy becomes more attractive to me than he already was. I mean, he’s not bad looking, but the fact that he can hit all of those notes makes him twice as attractive. He makes me jump out of my thoughts when his voice grows softer and more vulnerable. “Just freeze your brain Freeze your brain Go on and freeze your brain...” His eyes meet mine when he goes, “Try it,” in a spoken voice, just like Ryan McCartan who sings it in the off-Broadway version. Then applause bursts from the auditorium, making me jump a little. I had almost forgotten we were still in rehearsals. “Damn, you’re good,” I mumble, and hope he doesn’t hear. But judging from the little smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, I think he has. From that moment on, I knew this musical was going to change things in my life. Whether it was making new friends or playing the role of my dreams, it will change everything. 

[boilerevans]

Someday

Summary: Katie and her friend Rachel go to a party in Massachusetts.  

Pairing: Chris Evans / Original Character

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+, spanking, choking, squirting

part 1

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“Do I have any say in this?” I ask as I get dragged across the lawn.  

“No,” Chris says flatly.  

By the time we make it to the tent, the song changes. A slow song. Super. Chris pulls me into him quickly, his free hand caressing my lower back.  

“Are you always this forward?” I ask and look up at him.  

“Only when I know what I want.”  

He takes the lead and begins swaying us around the floor. I can hear him humming along to the song.  

“So why did you tell Rachel to bring me?”  

Chris looks off in the distance but I can’t stop looking at him.  

“She’s always talking about you. Things you say. What you guys do together. I just. I needed to meet you.”  

“Did you know what I looked like before?”  

“Before you came here?” He looks down at me.  

The eye contact makes me blush and I look down.  

“No. Rachel just told me you were extremely gorgeous and offered to show me some pictures. But I said I’d rather just meet you myself.”  

I look back up at him.  

“Did you know what I looked like before you came?” He asks with a shitty grin.  

“Oh shut up.” I swat at his bicep.  

We stare at each other for a few seconds.  

“Can I start calling you doctor Katherine?” He asks.  

“No.”  

“Why not?”  

“Because I’m not an M.D.”  

“Do you have something lined up?”  

“What do you mean? Like a job?”

Chris nods.  

“Not exactly. I don’t necessarily have to work. But I just spent 10 years getting an education so I might as well right?”  

“What do you mean?” He asks.  

“I’ve inherited a lot of money in the past 5 years. Both of my parents are gone. But I double majored, have a master's and now a doctorate. I should work, I guess? Or teach? I don’t really know what I want to do.”  

“Wow. You just keep getting better don’t you.”  

“Thanks, I guess.”  

The song ends. I begin to pull away but Chris doesn’t let me. Instead, he places a kiss right on my lips as we stand there in the middle of the dance floor. I push away, harder than I intended.  

“People will see,” I say between gritted teeth.  

“Let them.” He reaches out to me.  

“People have already been taking pictures of you all day without you knowing. This will be all over the internet by morning.”  

He steps towards me.  

“Let them see.” He says.  

I walk away before losing my temper and making this worse than it already is. I walk inside and shut the french doors behind me.  

“Are you alright dear?” Chris’s mom asks me.  

I take a deep breath and sigh before turning to face her.  

“Your son is a lot of work,” I say and sit down across from her at the counter.  

“Chris? Yes, he can be. But it’s usually when I’ve passionate about something.”  

“See I was starting to like you. And then you defended him.” I chuckle.  

I run my fingers through my hair and then place my face in my hands.  

“Do you wanna help me with clean up? It’ll take your mind off of it.”  

I smile up at her.  

“Yes. Thank you.”  

“I’m Lisa.” She smiles  

“Katie.”  

“Katie as in Kathrine?”  

“Oh god. What have you heard?” I ask as I follow her.  

She opens one of the doors and lets me walk through before following me outside.  

“He’s been talking about you coming for the past week. He’s really been looking forward to meeting you.”  

“Oh,” I say softly.  

That’s the last either of us speaks of Chris. We begin carrying leftover food inside and picking up the trash. There weren’t too many people left, so I begin to take the different bottles of liquor inside and set them on the island. After a few trips in and out of the house, I sit down to take a break. I see Chris standing at the edge of the tent talking to a few people. An upbeat song starts playing and a few of the people start laughing as Chris begins dancing to the beat. I smile spreads across my face.  

“He’s a good man,” Lisa says coming back outside.  

“I don’t doubt that. I just. No one has taken this kind of interest in me. He’s so direct.”  

“Just stay. Once everyone leaves, and it’s just you and him, he’ll show you who he is.” She puts a hand on my knee, “I’m gonna go say my goodbyes.”  

“I’ll come with you. Not to say goodbye. But just to socialize I guess.”  

She nods and we begin walking across the grass.

“Chris I’m gonna head home,” Lisa says.  

He turns and smiles at his mother. As they hug, I can tell Lisa whispers something in his ear and his eyes look at me. He smiles. She stops before she leaves and gives me a hug.  

“I had a nice time talking with you,” I say as we each pull away.  

“So did I. I hope to see you soon.” She smiles and then leaves.  

I stand next to Chris and he puts an arm around my waist. My eyes look to him but he’s back in his conversation with his friends. Not much time passes before the group decides to leave. As they walk away, I look around to see an empty backyard.  

“I guess it’s just you and me,” I say.  

“Perfect.” He says.  

He walks away from me and then turns off the tent lights. He comes back and grabs my hand, leading me inside. He locks the doors behind us.  

“Just you and me.” He says and then wraps his arms around me. As we lean in to kiss, there’s a bark.  

“Fuck. Dodger.” He says and pulls away from me.  

He runs into the next room and I hear the crate begin to rattle from the dog's excitement. I go into the room to find Chris sitting on the couch with the dog in his lap. As I enter the dog looks over at me and quickly makes his way over to investigate. I crouch down and begin to pet him.  

“Hello there,” I say to him.  

“That’s Dodger,” Chris says.  

“Hi, Dodger,” I say to the dog and then stand back up.  

“Come sit with me.” Chris pats the spot next to him.  

“Could I get a drink first before we dive into whatever you have planned?” I ask.  

Chris nods and gets up off the couch. I turn and walk back to the kitchen, Chris following behind.  

“What can I get you?” He asks.  

“Um, something boozy.”  

“I can do that.” He flashes a smile and then starts making our drinks.  

He gets two shot glasses from the cabinets and then grabs a bottle of tequila from the counter.  

“Shots?” I question.  

“You said boozy.” He pores the liquor into the glasses.  

“Trying to get me drunk?” I take the shot.  

“Just want you to feel good before I make you feel even better.”  

I laugh.  

“Confidence is disgusting on you,” I say.  

Chris takes his shot and refills the glasses. I get cocky and take one then the other. Chris smirks.  

“That was mine.” He says and makes his way over to me.  

“You’ll find that I’m not the type of girl that gets easy from liquor,” I say.  

“That’s not what I’m trying to do.”  

Chris steps in front of me and I step back only to hit the counter behind me. Chris leans in and I assume he’s trying to kiss.  He turns my head and places his lips on my neck. He starts by sucking just under my ear. I try not to moan. But damn those lips. He pulls away.  

“Then what is it you’re trying to do?” I ask him.  

“Make you fall for me.” He says.  

I roll my eyes and go back into the other room. I hear Chris as he follows behind. We sit down on the couch and Chris scoots in close to me.  

“Are you trying to make out like high schoolers right now?” I ask.

Chris laughs and then leans in to kiss me. The familiar lust runs through my body. Or maybe that’s just the tequila. It quickly gets extremely steamy but I can’t stop wanting more. His lips feel so natural against mine. My hand snakes it’s way to the back of his neck and I move myself to straddle his lap. His hands cup my ass. I pull away just quick enough to pull off my top and then reattach our lips. This doesn’t last much longer before Chris pulls away.  

“I have to get you in my bed. Right now.”  

I move off of his lap and he stands up then grabs my hand. He leads me through the house and back to his bedroom. The room is gorgeous and modern. I stand at the edge of the bed and Chris begins to unbutton my pants. He pulls them down to my ankles and then pushes me so that I fall onto the bed. He removes my pants one leg at a time. Once he’s done, I sit up on my elbows and watch as he makes his way in between my knees. He begins kissing up one thigh and down the other, completely surpassing where we both want him to be.  

“How much do you like these panties?” He asks looking up at me.  

“Why do you ask?”  

“Can I rip them off?”  

I laugh, “I think that’s a bit dramatic.”  

“Well, I am an actor.”  

He latches his fingers under the waistband. I lift up my hips to assist him and he pulls them down as well. I lay back against the bed and relax as he begins kissing my thighs once more. This time he does go to where I now want him so badly. Chris takes his thumbs and spreads me apart, moving from the bottom to top.  

“Please,” I beg.  

“What do you want, baby girl?”  

I groan at the feeling of his breath against me.  

“Your mouth. All of you.”  

“What do you want more?” He takes a finger and slides it into me.  

The feeling sends chills through my body.  

“Chris. Please. Make me feel good.”  

“Sounds easy enough.”  

He slides in another finger and attaches his lips to my clit. My back arches and he increases pressure. He quickens the pace of his fingers. I bring my hands to his hair. I feel him smile before he takes away his lips and fingers. I look up at him. His eyes meet mine as he sticks his tongue out and presses it against my entrance.  

“Oh fuck.” My head falls back onto the bed.  

Chris moans against my heat. He puts his fingers back in and begins curling them up against me. He starts flicking his tongue against my bundle of nerves. I quickly feel my body come undone.  Chris can tell how close I am. He takes his other hand and begins circling his thumb on my clit. His fingers hitting my spot over and over. I scream his name as the tension builds and then releases.  

“Holy shit,” Chris says.

“What?” I ask and sit back up on my elbows.  

“You just squirted.”  

“No, I did not.” I sit up all the way.  

I feel the wetness beneath me. I look at Chris and see the glistening of his beard.  

“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands.  

“Look at me.”  

I remove my hands and watch as Chris walks up to me. He is now completely naked. I can’t help but gasp when I see him like that. I stand up and attach our lips. My hand makes it down his chest and then to his cock. His tongue makes its way into mine. I begin moving my hand slowly up and down him. His mouth pulls away.

“Bend over.” He whispers in my ear.  

As I turn around, I take my bra off and throw it on the floor. Once I’m turned around, Chris puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes my torso onto the bed. My ass is now in the air and my chest is on the bed. Chris takes one of his large hands and smacks my ass. I jolt forward on the bed.  

“Is that okay baby?”  

I nod and he quickly smacks the other cheek. A moan escapes my lips. With one hand on the back of my neck, he uses the other to start fingering me again. This time, he’s both forceful and quick. I feel myself reaching a peak like no other. As my muscles relax, I feel my release as it drips down my thighs.  

“Squirting for me again huh?”  

Chris steps behind me and slowly pushes his cock into me. I’m grateful because he is much bigger than I anticipated. My eyes roll as he removes himself and thrusts back into me. He puts one hand on my waist and the other grabs a fist of my hair. He pulls my head up off the bed. I move my arms out in front of me and use them to hold myself up. He finds a good pace and keeps it going while I quickly make it to my third orgasm.  

“Oh my god.” I moan as he picks up the rhythm.  

Before I finish, he pulls away. I turn my head to look at him.  

“What the fuck Chris?” I ask.  

“Stand up and follow me.”  

I turn around and he has a hand reaching out to me. I take it and he leads me over to his bathroom. We stop in front of the counter. Chris grabs onto my hips and lifts me up to sit on the counter. I sit back onto my hands. He wraps each of his arms and around each of my thighs and pulls me towards him. He slides into me. This time he keeps the pace slow. He leans his head down and begins kissing along my collar bone. I roll my head to the side to expose more of my neck. He begins making his way up my neck with kisses.  

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers.

The words make me moan.  

“Fuck me harder,” I say.  

He pulls out of me and I slide off of the counter. I turn around and face the mirror. We look at each other reflection. Chris wraps his arms around me and cups my breasts with his hands. I feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. I push my hips back into him.  

“You are one dirty girl aren’t you?”  

A smile crosses my face. We never lose eye contact as he takes his left hand and uses it to get into me. He wastes no time and finding a fast pace. With his right hand still on my breast, he takes the left hand and puts it around my throat. My eyes glaze over as I come undone. Chris quickens his pace as he reaches his finish and his grip becomes tighter around my neck. He pulls out at the last second and comes on the top of my ass. He lets go of my neck and breast. His head nuzzles into my neck.  

“Fuck.” He groans.  

I find his hand with my own and interlace our fingers on the edge of the counter. He looks up at my reflection and I smile.  

“You’re so beautiful.” He says and places a kiss on my shoulder.  

I turn around in the tight spot he’s created between him and the counter.

“Would you like to take a shower with me?” I ask.  

I can’t help but run my fingers along his torso.  

“As long as you agree to stay the night.”  

“I was going to do that anyway,” I say.

I make my way over to the glass doors and the shower. He follows behind me and opens up one of them. I lean in and turn the water on. While we wait for the water to heat up, Chris grabs a rag to wipe his mess off my ass. While we shower together, we don’t speak. Only enjoy each other’s company. We never get far from each other because Chris is always pulling me back into him.  

He finishes first and steps out. I watch him as he dries off and then puts the towel around his waist. I turn off the water. I step out and Chris hands me a towel. As he does this he leans in and places a kiss on my cheek.  

“Can I get you anything?”  

“Got any snacks?” I ask.  

Chris chuckles and nods.  

“Come on baby.”  

I wrap the towel around me and grab his hand as he leads the way. While I stand in front of the refrigerator, Chris stands behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder. We make our selections and go back to the bedroom. Chris gives me a shirt of his to wear and I put my panties back on before getting into the bed.  

“You know I’m glad you didn’t rip these.”  

“I still think it would have been sexier.” He says as he puts on a pair of boxers.

“How’s that?” I ask and begin eating some chips.  

“Well. You’d be sitting there half-naked right now for one.” He comes and sits down next to me.  

“Or I could have raided our drawers for some boxers. Or just go home.”  

“Those are also options.”  

We sit there talking for hours and eating until our snacks are gone. Eventually, I look over at the clock. 3:00 AM.  

“We should sleep.”  

“On one condition.” Chris lays down next to me.

“And what would that be?” My head finds its way onto his chest.  

“You let me take you to dinner.”  

“Doesn’t sound too bad I guess.”  

[tabloidtoc]

Globe, January 4

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Cover: Ghislaine Maxwell buying her way out of prison

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Gavin Rossdale playing tennis with his pup Chewy, Brooke Burke holding holiday balls topless, James Franco takes his cellphone into the sea 

Page 3: Leighton Meester surfing in Malibu, Robbie Williams, Lisa Rinna wearing two masks 

Page 4: Angelina Jolie is bracing for major humiliation after being dragged into Johnny Depp’s latest legal showdown with ex-wife Amber Heard -- Angie’s run-ins with Johnny who she starred with in 2010′s The Tourist are coming under intense scrutiny as Depp gears for a second court battle with Amber -- Angie and Johnny were so coy about their white-hot connection at the time even though their romance was an open secret but they got lucky because nobody had the smoking gun to prove it but now it’ll all come out in the open -- at the time Johnny was still dating Vanessa Paradis while Angie was five years into her doomed love-in with Brad Pitt -- there’s talk bisexual Amber was kind of obsessed with Angie so Angie is central to the plotline whether she likes it or not

Page 5: The Bachelor host Chris Harrison is worried he’ll follow Dancing with the Stars host Tom Bergeron out the door -- both these shows have been on TV forever and the world has changed around them and to keep up with Black Lives Matter and the #MeToo movement changes are being discussed and that’s left Chris fearing he’ll be the next Tom Bergeron and replaced by a woman of color 

Page 6: Aging divas Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton are caught in a bitter country catfight and long-dead Patsy Cline is the excuse -- although there’s been little love lost between the Nashville icons for nearly 50 years their simmering feud exploded weeks ago when Dolly apparently took some veiled public shots at Loretta’s BFF Patsy who was horribly disfigured in a car wreck two years before dying in a 1963 plane crash -- in an interview Dolly recalled standing in the wings of Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry at age 13 and watching Patsy perform and she remembered thinking about how awful it was that she got her pretty face scarred up like that -- Loretta was fit to be tied over the comments Dolly made about her old pal and thinks Dolly should stop running her mouth about Nashville legends like Patsy and Johnny Cash -- Dolly’s heard about Loretta’s complaints through the grapevine and brushes them off as quarantine boredom mixed with old age 

Page 8: Blake Shelton’s going bonkers after fiancee Gwen Stefani told him she wants to skip the mega-million star-studded wedding shindig he’s been planning and elope -- Blake is all bent out of shape over Gwen’s latest switcheroo which calls for them to get hitched on the sly at a Mexican resort and she’s got him so mixed up he can’t think straight because for the longest time she wanted the Hollywood-style wedding with all the bells and whistles and was very particular about details but now she’s telling him to ditch those plans which have already cost them a small fortune and book a trip somewhere exotic so they can just just get it over with -- Gwen wants to elope so they can hitched at the Riviera Maya resort in Cancun where they could swap vows on the beach witnessed by her three sons and Blake has no choice but to give in to Gwen and he’s saying he’s fine with it as long as she’s sure this time 

Page 9: Hollywood horndog John Mayer is back sniffing around old flame Jennifer Aniston after his mom gave him a shove -- John and Jen had a steamy fling for about a year before he dropped her in 2009 and now John’s mom Margaret Meyer is scolding him for letting Jen go and John’s mom is always on him about settling down and she feels that at 43 he should be married and she recently had a heart-to-heart talk with him and told him she thought Jennifer was the most down-to-earth of all his exes and because John considers his mom one of the smartest people he knows he decided to reach out to Jen and he’s always admired Jen and thought of her as a classy lady and now he’s reaching out to her again in hopes of getting her to agree to see him again once things leave lockdown 

* FKA Twigs has socked actor Shia LaBeouf with a bombshell lawsuit claiming he subjected her to relentless physical, emotional and mental abuse and gave her an STD and she also accuses him of sexual battery, assault, and infliction of emotional distress -- although Shia says she’s lying Twigs insists Shia once choked her in the middle of the night and kept a loaded firearm by the bed leaving her terrified to get up at night for fear he’d think she was an intruder and shoot her -- she claims during an incident around Valentine’s Day 2019 Shia threatened to crash his speeding car unless she professed her love for him so when he pulled into a gas station she got out of the car but he threw her against the car while screaming in her face then forced her back into the car -- Shia also had rules about how often Twigs had to kiss and touch him -- Shia has been arrested several times on now-dismissed charges including assault and disorderly conduct 

Page 10: John Lennon didn’t have to die -- that’s law enforcement experts’ explosive analysis after reviewing newly discovered evidence about the Beatles legend’s December 8, 1980 murder in NYC -- an odd series of coincidences and simple decisions put Lennon and his killer Mark David Chapman in the same place at the same time -- a review of the details concludes Lennon’s death was a strange result of flukes including his penchant for running around without protection and a missed appointment with his photographer and without these quirks of fate John would still be alive and recording hit songs 

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Pink flashes her bandaged thumb after getting stitches in Santa Monica (picture), Amanda Seyfried confesses she made a terrible decision for turning down the role of a lifetime as Chris Pratt’s love interest in Guardians of the Galaxy and now she’s watching from the sidelines as the director’s second choice Zoe Saldana skyrockets in the money-making Marvel franchise, Katherine Heigl will star in the upcoming limited biopic series Woodhull about Victoria Woodhull the first woman to run for president in 1872, Big Brother alum Zach Rance has come out as bisexual after admitting a sizzling same-sex romance with his former reality show housemate Frankie Grande who is the real-life older brother of pop star Ariana Grande

Page 13: Jaime King slurps down a meal on the streets on L.A. (picture), Jax Taylor mowing the lawn (picture), Guns N’ Roses axman Slash loads up on supplies at an L.A. grocery (picture), former teen heartthrob Chad Michael Murray admits his inflated young ego got the best of him and now he looks at photos of himself and thinks what a dweeb

Page 14: Julia Roberts is headed for the small screen headlining the limited TV series The Last Thing He Told Me where she’ll form an unexpected relationship with her teenage stepdaughter while searching for the truth about her husband’s mysterious disappearance, Emma Stone is also heading for the flat-screen in the comedy series The Curse alongside Nathan Fielder about a couple starring on an HGTV-style show who are trying to conceive a child amid an alleged curse, Nicolas Cage is hosting a new series called The History of Swear Words in which he’ll delve into the origins and pop culture usage and science and cultural impact of profanely shocking expletives

* Fashion Police -- Peyton List 8/10, Sofia Carson 9/10, Vanessa Hudgens 2/10, Neve Campbell 1/10, Chelsea Handler 4/10 

Page 16: Cover Story -- Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s $30M jail break -- terrified and tortured Ghislaine risks family fortune to buy her freedom -- the accused sex predator and her fat cat inner circle are set to plunk down an obscene $30 million to buy her way out of federal prison in what outraged investigators fear is a brazen plot to cheat justice 

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Mayim Bialik

* Lizzo is admitting she’s having negative thoughts and is hating her 300-pound body but adds she knows she beautiful

* The Spice Girls were likely liquored up on cut-rate champagne when they made their first album according to Emma Bunton a.k.a. Baby Spice who says she and her bandmates swilled the cheapest sparkling wine in the studio 

Page 20: True Crime -- a chilling message left by the elusive Zodiac Killer has finally been cracked by a team of code breakers after 51 years -- a hodgepodge of numbers, symbols and letters called the 340 cipher was sent to the San Francisco Chronicle in 1969 and lawmen believed it contained key clues to the serial killer’s identity but the truth is even more chilling -- according to the experts the message says I hope you are having lots of fun in trying to catch me, I am not afraid of the gas chamber because it will send me to paradise all the sooner because I now have enough slaves to work for me 

Page 21: Caitlyn Jenner is terrified after learning her skin cancer has returned a second time -- she was diagnosed with basal cell skin cancer a few years ago and had an entire layer of skin removed from her nose -- since then she’s been slathering on sunscreen but a new red spot on the right side of her nose popped up along with some crusty areas on her scalp but the nose patch was not cancer but hypertrophic keratosis or scaly damage from sun exposure -- however the dozen spots on the top of her head was squamous cell carcinoma which is a skin cancer that’s known to be aggressive so her doctor burned off the offending spots -- her doctor recommended she replace her 1960 Austin-Healey convertible but the chances of Caitlyn selling her prized ride are slim 

Page 23: Your 2021 Horoscope -- love, luck, health, wealth, happiness -- plus surprising celebrity predictions -- Elton John, Valerie Bertinelli, Johnny Depp, Jessica Simpson, Matthew Perry, Cameron Diaz, Will Smith, Katy Perry, Howie Mandel, Savannah Guthrie, Justin Timberlake, Carrie Underwood 

Page 30: Larry King has reached a deal with estranged wife Shawn but she’s royally peeved about the payoff -- Larry has agreed to pay her a lump sum of $20,000 plus $33,000 a month in spousal support which lasts until at least their next scheduled hearing in April but Shawn claims the 33Gs only covers a third of her monthly nut which includes $25,000 for rent on her home, $12,000 on clothes, $3500 on groceries and $4500 for hair and nails and pet care and gym 

Page 31: Kim Kardashian is reading husband Kanye West the riot act over his junk food benders that are sabotaging her healthy eating program and it’s led to more than a few arguments with no peace in sight -- he’s telling her to chill and let him live by his own terms but she can’t do that because it’s driving her crazy -- what really ticks Kim off is his junk food has totally taken over her section of fresh cut veggies, fruits and water and she wants him to get his own storage in a different part of the house where she won’t have to see it or hold her nose 

* Kardashian momager Kris Jenner’s faux reality TV home is on the market for nearly $8 million even though she never lived there -- the L.A. estate was used for exterior shots of the image-conscious family’s compound on Keeping Up with the Kardashians but it was all for show -- dubbed the Iredell Estate the house also appears in True Blood and Chelsea Lately 

Page 33: Health Report 

Page 34: Wrestling Ring Kings: Where Are They Now? Sable, Bret Hart

Page 35: Lex Luger, Steve Austin, Ric Flair 

Page 36: The Undertaker, Tito Santana, Diamond Dallas Page 

Page 37: Kane, Kurt Angle, Sunny, Mick Foley 

Page 39: Despite an astounding 30 No. 1 country music hits legendary singer Charley Pride took a haunting regret to his grave that he never made it as major league baseball star -- Charley had so much success but he died tormented his baseball career short-circuited -- Charley was singing and playing guitar by the time he was 14 but his real goal was to pitch for the New York Yankees -- Charley signed with a Yankees farm team as a flame-throwing phenom at 17 but in his rookie season he threw out his arm and was just never the same -- after he struck out in baseball he put his full energy into singing but faced an uphill battle -- Charley was the Jackie Robinson of country music and he endured a lot of racism 

Page 40: Kelsey Grammer admits he often breaks down and blubbers like a baby and it makes him feel better and he cries when he’s upset or sad or scared and it provides him a lot of relief and he believes years of tragedy in his life taught him to cry as a healing mechanism and now he sheds tears whenever he has sad feeling bottled up inside him 

* A moneybags James Bond fan coughed up a whopping $256,000 for the handgun 007 Sean Connery toted in the first spy epic Dr. No -- the disabled Walther PP semi-automatic was supposed to bring in no more than $200,000 but the unidentified American buyer who claims to have seen every Bond epic went even higher 

Page 44: Straight Talk -- Miley Cyrus is now blabbing about why she broke up with husband Liam Hemsworth after years of togetherness and just nine months of marriage and it sounds like a case of the pot calling the kettle black 

Page 45: Furious Queen Elizabeth has booted Princess Eugenie and her husband out of Prince Harry’s Frogmore Cottage home in a bit to foil Meghan Markle’s plan to completely cut him off from England and the royal family -- pregnant Eugenie and her booze-seller husband Jack Brooksbank were ordered to quit the cottage and move back to Kensington Palace just six weeks after Harry and Meghan secretly leased them the home meaning Harry and Meghan are still on the financial hook for Frogmore which was a gift from the queen and they will have to underwrite the cost of keeping up the property and it also ensures Harry has a home in Britain if he ever wants to come back -- by moving Eugenie and Jack out the queen has made sure Harry still has a place to hang his hat if he decides to come back to leave his American wife 

Page 47: Bizarre But True 

[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 25 - Part 3: 18 Years In The Making

Detroit Michigan, May 18 2017

(Andi is 29, Chris is 52)

ANDI: Sitting in the backseat of a black 2017 Nissan SUV, I flip my dark curls out of my face and try to look out the window which was completely dimmed. Chris sits beside me, his gorgeous curls to his shoulders, while he scrolls through his phone, answering different messages and what not which was also really different for me to see, considering I am coming from 1999.

I wonder how long I'm going to be here?

I look down at myself for a moment, studying my clothes, smiling at how he just knew exactly what my style is and remembering how much I love living in nothing but band shirts and ripped jeans.

My thoughts travel back, reminiscing of a time when it was just Chris and I living with Xana and Andy... how I met Chris the first time and how that first time was overwhelming that Chris had known me so much longer, I just hadn't experienced it yet. I remember everything... falling in love with Chris, writing and creating music and just always being together.

Suddenly I'm pulled from my thoughts as Chris reaches over to me, brushing my curls from my shoulder, and gently entwining his fingers through the curls at the back of my neck. I look over at him and he smiles so sweetly at me, looking so handsome and though he is so much older, he's still so beautiful to me.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Um... yea... just still a little, you know... disoriented," I say, and he gives me a half smile.

"Yea, I remember you would be that way for a little while each time you'd come back to me," He says sweetly still playing with my curls. I close my eyes for a moment and lean into his hand, feeling the warmth and comfort from him. I then move closer to him, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder as I feel his arm wrap around me. He places a kiss on the top of my head lingering there for a moment as I close my eyes and just breathe him in.

"Can I ask you something?" I say after a few moments.

"Sure,"

"What was the last thing you remember before I... um... slipped?" I ask as he continues to play with my curls.

"It was a long time ago..." He smirks and takes a moment to think. "... We were recording in Natasha and Alains studio... I remember you playing that old Gibson I stole for you and recording the last little bit of Euphoria Mourning, but I can't remember the song... I came back downstairs - I think Natasha showed up - and the guitar was laying on the floor and your clothes were just, y'know... where you were..."

He continues to explain from his view what happened and I shift myself to look up at him. I can tell that it hurt him that I ended up slipping again. After a moment he looks back at me and I give him a small smile.

"It was 'Disappearing One'..." I say quietly.

"Yea... yea it was," He says sweetly after a few moments.

"Who's Vicky?" I ask as he cups my face with his palm, brushing his thumb across my cheek and tries to offer a smile but I can tell he really doesn't want to say.

"Just... um... a bad decision I made a long time ago," He says softly, and I could feel my heart drop. Almost like the wind was knocked out of me. I hate this time slipping curse I have. I mean it's not like I expected him to wait for me but in my time we're still married.

"Are you still with her?" I say flatly, more like a statement than a question. He presses his lips into a line and I can already tell he doesn't want to say much more than that.

"Not really... no," He says calmly.

"Well at least you're up front with me about it instead of hiding it," I giggle a little and look back down and smooth out my jeans, catching the tattoo that was etched on my ring finger and quickly hide my hand, feeling the pain in my chest as I try incredibly hard to hide it. He hesitates for a moment and I glance back at him.

"Andi, I haven't been with her in - "

"Chris you don't have to keep explaining, it's ok. I'm ok really. I mean, what were you supposed to do, wait for me? I've always kept you waiting... our entire time together, I was always the one who kept you waiting. You deserve someone who isn't a freak of nature like I am," I say feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't help it. I can't expect him to wait for me when I know I'm the one who left him, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

"You're not a freak of nature- "

"Really? Then what would you call it?' I cut him off though I didn't mean to, but I was angry. Angry at myself. Angry that I had lost so much time with him, when it was only just a few minutes for me. I look away from him and try to pull away, but after a few moments, he pulls me back to him as my tears start to fall, pressing his lips to my temple and closing his eyes.

"I would call it fate, destiny... an amazing ability, to be able to time travel like you do. Do you know how many people wish they could do that? I'm just a fool who tried to pretend that I didn't miss you, that I didn't need you - " He touches his forehead to my temple.

" - need me? You don't need me -" I start but he cuts me off.

"Yes, I do. Andi... don't you fucking realize that you were the one and only thing that saved me? You were always the one that saved me. I would wait another 18 years for you if it meant that you were in my life again,"

I slowly bring myself to look into his eyes once more and he softly brushes his lips across mine and all I could think about was how much I still love him.

"Mr. Cornell?" The driver says when he rolls down the divider, as I quickly pull away from Chris touching my  fingers to my lips, remembering his on mine.

"Uh huh?" He says glancing towards the driver and I touch my forehead to his temple.

"We're at terminal 3," The driver says.

"Ok, thank you," Chris says and the divider slowly rises. He then turns back to me and smiles sweetly at me , touching his forehead to mine.

*****

Somewhere over Ohio, May 18 2017

ANDI:  "So, we should be in Columbus in about an hour. Do you two need anything else to drink?" A young flight attendant says appearing from behind the curtain that leads to the cockpit, as I sit next to the tiny window over looking the country side below, the bright sunlight lighting up the entire cabin of the small private jet.

"No, I'm ok," I say softly turning from the window, pushing my dark curls behind my ear.

"I'm good too, thank you," Chris says sweetly and she smiles, disappearing behind the curtain once more.

"You know you don't have to stay strapped into the seat, it's only for taking off and landing," Chris smirks as he rests his leg across his knee, leaning further back into the small airplane sofa. I look back at him and nervously smile, realizing that still after all these years I've never gotten used to flying.

"Yea, I know" I say and glance down at myself.

"Ok, well c'mere... come sit beside me," He chuckles. I slowly move to unbuckle my belt and once I'm free, I quickly move out of my seat and beside him as fast as I could as he continues to chuckle at me.

"Andi, it's alright... you used to fly with me all the time," He laughs as I try to situate myself on the sofa.

"I know, but it was never in a small plane like this," I say pushing my curls behind my ear as I try to relax but find myself gripping the arm of the sofa. After a few moments, I feel a little more relaxed and he reaches out for me, pulling me closer to him.

"Once we land, I'll take you shopping and we can grab you some more clothes if you want, then I have to meet they guys at the hotel and go over a few things and I figure at that point you can surprise them. Fuck, they are going to lose their minds. They're gonna be so happy to see you," Chris says and presses his lips to the back of my hand.

"I hope so," I giggle.

"Are you crazy? I know for sure Kim is going to attack you with a bear hug," Chris smiles and I laugh.  After a couple of minutes, his smile softly fades and he leans in touching his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.

"I've missed you so, so much," He says.

"Well... you don't have to miss me anymore," I say softly.

He flicks his eyes to look at me, hesitating for just a moment, and I brush my lips across his, feeling his beard tickle my lips. His kiss, just the same as it always has been, loving and sweet at first and then quickly becoming full of passion as his he snakes his hands around my hips, pulling me into him. I reach up cupping his face in my palms, responding as our lips move together, long and soulful as I begin to suck that full bottom lip of his.

I sigh against his lips as I lace my fingers through his soft thick curls, his fingers moving up under the hem of my shirt, trailing so gently up my sides and around to my back. He guides me to lay back on the sofa, hovering over me in between my legs, though his lips never leave mine.

"Wait... um... the curtain?" I ask when I pull my lips away from his, though he remains close. He slowly opens his eyes and that sly smirk spreads across his lips. His necklace slipping out from the collar of his t-shirt, swaying as it sparkles in the bright sunlight.

"Don't worry, I turned on the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Besides... we've had our share of fun in less private places before..." Chris says raising his eyebrow at me and I couldn't help but smirk thinking of all the times that we had been less than  - how would you put it... inconspicuous so to speak.

"Yea, I guess you're right," I giggle and bite my bottom lip, swiftly reaching down, pulling my Aerosmith shirt up over my head.

His fingers trail up to my ribs as he watches me with those blue eyes of his glancing over my sheer black lacy bra that he had picked out for me. I drop my shirt to the floor of the plane, then reach for the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head while his curls fall down across his eyes. We giggle as I drop his shirt to the floor, his necklace swaying against his unbelievably smooth toned chest with the silver pendant sparkling in the bright sunlight. 

He is even more beautiful than I ever thought he could be... it's like he hasn't aged at all.

I reach up and brush his curls out of his eyes as he leans down and softly brushes his lips across mine once more. Then like a flood of emotion, my nervousness melting away, I pull him down to me as his lips move to my jawline, then down to my neck. He brushes my dark curls off my shoulder, pulling  the strap of my bra down, placing soft fleeting kisses all along the way. His hands move around to unclasp my bra, gently removing the rest all the while his lips never break away from my skin as he moves down to my chest cupping my right breast in his palm, placing his lips on my nipple, his tongue playing with the hard nub of flesh there.

As the music continues to fill the cabin, I exhale shakily as the incredible feeling of his lips, loving every single second of how he remembers exactly what to do to get me going. I reach down, my fingers finding the belt to his fitted jeans and quickly unbuckle it, pulling down the zipper, his incredible hardness attempting to burst through his black boxer-briefs.

"I guess it's been a while?" I ask.

"You have no idea," He moans, breaking his lips away from my nipple for just a moment to turn his attention to my other nipple while I palm him through his boxer-briefs.

"I guess I'm just going to have to fix that then," I whisper as I slip my hand inside his boxer-briefs, gripping him, feeling his length grow harder with each squeeze.

Parting his lips from my nipple, He begins to pant, touching his forehead to my chest, losing focus for a few minutes while I tease him. He then lifts his head to turn his attention back to my right nipple, repeating the same process over again. Then he suddenly pulls my hand away from him, brushing his lips further down my stomach, to the rim of my jeans and quickly unbuckles my belt, pulling down the zipper

"You first," He says lustfully and pulls my jeans down along with my panties, over my hips and I bite my bottom lip again as he removes one pant leg, then another and drops them to the floor.

I quickly inhale as he opens my legs, immediately getting down to business. He gently and softly strokes my clit, his fingers feeling like nothing I've ever felt before. I let out another moan, but he flicks his eyes to me, putting his index finger to his lips to hush me. I bite my lip once more and arch my back responding to his touch. His fingers stroking my clit in various circular motions begin to overwhelm me as I reach up gripping the arm of the sofa above my head to try to control my breathing.

In one movement, replaces his fingers with his lips and I was about to lose control over my entire being. He slips one finger inside me, then another, sensually thrusting, reaching my sweet spot, all the while beginning to suck my clit feeling like he is about to pull the very soul right out of my body.

"Chris... I'm - ,"

"Shhh... I know," He hushes me once more, and returns to sucking my clit and suddenly, the intense release of pure intense free falling pleasure consumed me like never before. It was all I could to stifle my cries as I practically come apart before him.

A few moments later, as I come back down to earth, he moves away from me though my eyes remain tightly closed. I hear him drop his pants, then returns in between my legs leaning over me once more, his lips placing soft sweet kisses on my hipbone, his beard prickling me in the most perfect way as I flick my eyes open to see him looking at me.

"I take it you needed that?" He smirks so slyly. I had no idea how to respond to that other than a soft  quiet moan escaping my lips as I pull him to me crashing my lips to his. Instantly, I move him into a seated position so that I am on top straddling him. He chuckles then bites his bottom lip as I position myself, feeling just how hard he really is.

Feeling his length against my clit, I move my hips relishing in the feeling of him against me. He lets out a soft moan as I throw my head back, his lips crashing to my throat. His fingers trail to my back as he presses me against him, his chest feeling so warm and strong against me as I lace my fingers through his curls while he continues to brush his lips across my skin.

"I - I need... you inside me," I whisper, and with that he reaches down to position himself, teasing my clit with the tip of him for a few moments, then slowly but carefully inserts himself inside me.

There are no words to explain the rush of sensations that took over my entire body. The length of him inside me is so incredible that I never want this to end. He thrusts so sensually, and lovingly, filling me up entirely as I quickly become adjusted to the size of him.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing," I breathe.

"No darling, you do," He groans as he thrusts even harder, making me whimper. I feel myself grip him and that same pressure from before begins to build inside me, begging to tip over the edge once more.

"Chris..." I moan, completely throwing out the fact that we were trying to be quiet as I touch my forehead to his all the while he watches my reaction to him under his brow.

"Cum with me baby," He purrs and with the sound of his husky voice I let myself go, gripping his locks and throwing my head back as he lets himself go inside me.

*****

Un-tucking my curls out from under my shirt, I situate myself back on the sofa as Chris leans back, buckling up his belt. He reaches for his shirt that was on the floor and then switches off the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.

"Mr. Cornell, we are arriving in Columbus in just a few minutes... do you and the young lady need anything before we land?" The young flight attendant clears her throat as she emerges from behind the curtain. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I know that everyone on board could hear us... well me actually.

"No that's ok, I think we're ok," Chris says as he pulls his shirt down over his chest and glances at me smirking. The fight attendant then disappears back behind the curtain into the cockpit and Chris takes my hand, chuckling and places his lips on the back of my hand as I try to keep myself from laughing.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Across Seven Seas

Chapter 12

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

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Chapter 13

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This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

Warning: Curse words, beginning of rape, alcohol consumption, angst

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

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Chapter 12

Meera rang the doorbell of the Evans suite. Situated on the top floor of the hotel, the passage way to the suite was lined with ornate arches, marble statues and impeccable sophisticated lighting. The entire decor screamed opulence in capital letters. It also made her feel uncomfortably out of place.

Scott opened the door and let her in. He welcomed her to take a seat in the living room of the suite, along with Lisa, Chris, Shanna and Carly. "Did all of you see the news?" Meera asked as she took a seat, wincing a little. "Yeah we did. We just wanted to ask a few questions. Thank you for coming up here even though you are exhausted. It means a lot," said Scott. 

Meera brushed him off, "It's okay. I will try my best to put your mind at ease." She looked around at their silent faces. They looked a little nervous and Meera soon realised why. She was sitting in her usual position, legs wide apart, back slightly bent, forearms resting on her knees with her palms meeting in the middle. While she felt comfortable in this position, her Mother had always reminded her that women sat with their legs closed and not like mobsters planning to threaten people.

"Umm... Yeah so… I mean…" Scott struggled, clearly hesitant.

Meera chuckled under her breath, "Why don't I start with the obvious questions. You can ask me later on if I miss out on anything." Scott nodded.

"So first of all, why did I not take any credit for the fight? Simple. I wanted to protect my family, especially my brother. He works with a cruise ship in the US and," she sighed, "stuff like this will make it harder for him to renew his visa."

Meera looked at Chris, "You gave your honest statement to the police officer. It was I who translated it and signed the false statement. So… So please be assured, you will not get into any legal trouble." She removed her phone from her bomber jacket, "I have a voice recording of your original statement. I can give it to you right now if you want. So that just in case, in the future, if this matter ever comes to light, you will have proof to back you up."

The 5 looked considerably relieved now. Scott gave her his email ID where she could send the recording. Once she did, she deleted the sent email and his email ID from her contact list in front of them.

"Now for the next question, how and when did I manage to plan all this? I spoke with Inspector Rima when she came to arrest those 3 gentlemen. I explained to her that since you were US citizens, you were planning to file a complaint with your embassy and would see to it that this matter received international coverage. She understood that her police force would be insulted and she would definitely get suspended. So," Meera sighed again, only this time pain visibly flashed across her face, "she agreed to take the credit and include you guys in the report as just tourists."

"From whatever little I know, there were 26 members in the gang and all of them have been caught. So you guys are all safe. Plus, the hotel is…," she groaned a little with pain, "is providing us with increased security. Nobody can enter our respective floors without avoiding the hotel guards. So yes, you can stay here for the remainder of your trip," she ended.

She looked around at them with a small smile, "Any questions?"

"I do," said Shanna slowly, "Why did you not use your knife to fight those guys? I mean they had knives too right? You were lucky only your sweater was torn."

Meera nodded, "I was incredibly lucky today. The fight could have gone sideways very fast. I didn't use the knife because…" she paused again, running fingers on her forehead, "Aah... because it would have further complicated the crime scene. See you can easily explain punches and kicks as self-defence to the police, but when a knife or any other weapon gets involved, it comes close to the murder-territory. I figured if… if I could distract them with my laughter and insults, I could take them on one-by-one." 

She looked at Chris again. He was still wearing her sweater and cap, "That reminds me, can I please have my sweater and skull cap back?"

Chris became tongue-tied. He could feel everyone's attention on him now. Quick! Say something smart! He kept looking at Meera. He knew her body must be paining, but he saw a greater pain in her eyes. Her pink lips were slightly quivering, as if she could cry in an instant. Her eyelids were heavy with sleep. He knew she needed rest, yet here she was, reassuring his family. He wanted to hold her, hug her tight and tell her everything would be okay. But would she let him? He should have protected her today, and instead, he was a coward. Would she ever forgive him for that?

"Umm Mr Evans?" Tell her why can't you return her belongings. SPEAK YOU FUCKING MEATBALL!! His breaths started coming in rapid successions as his eyes grew wider. You are a fucking 41-year-old man, TALK!!! But the more he thought about talking, the more he shut himself. 

"Oh God baby no it's okay," said Lisa, lightly rubbing his hands while Shanna and Carly started fanning him with the newspapers. "Hey do you want to sing the Little Mermaid song?" Scott suggested, kneeling in front of his brother. 

Meera got up, headed to the refrigerator and brought the ice cube tray in front of Chris. "Pop one in your mouth," she suggested in a commanding tone. Chris looked at her, a little confused but still panicking.

"What are you talking abo…" Before Scott could finish his sentence, she said, "Trust me. Pop one ice cube into your brother's mouth."

Raising his eyebrows and shaking his head in disbelief, Scott still did as she instructed. 

The confusion on Chris' face grew, then the cold hit him. "AFHASGHAHAGHHFA," he said with his mouth open, his panic attack now forgotten. He looked at Meera, dancing a little on his feet with the cold ice cube in his mouth. She just nodded, "Yes you can go and spit it out now."

She placed the ice tray back in the refrigerator. 

When Chris came back, she asked him, "Feeling better?" He nodded, managing to say "Thanks" quietly.

"Umm why… and how?" a stunned Carly managed to ask her.

She addressed them, "There are 3 reasons why putting an ice cube in your mouth works while having a panic attack. One," she raised a finger, and immediately winced in pain, "...the idea acts as a distraction. Two, the cold shocks your system and confuses it. And three, I figured... you might not be drinking enough water, which would have caused your mouth to produce more… ummm…," Meera shook her head as if thinking, "more saliva, which would calm you down."

She stood while they took a seat. "Mr Evans," she spoke gently, "I am sorry I caused you to have a panic attack. When I asked for my stuff, I didn't mean immediately right now. You can return it tomorrow," she closed her eyes and gripped the chair as she felt a little dizzy, "I didn't mean for you to shed your clothes in front of me if that's what you thought."

"Oh no no," Chris finally found his voice, "I didn't... I didn't think that. Please take a seat, you are clearly injured. Have you seen a doctor yet?" 

Meera smiled again, "No I haven't. I don't need to. I will be fine. I will take your leave now." 

As she was leaving, the family thanked her once again. Lisa asked her, "Are you sure you want your sweater back? It's been torn quite horribly." 

"Yes," Meera looked even more exhausted now, if that were possible. "I… I come from a family of… of…" she shook her head and again placed a few fingers on her forehead. "Ummm you know those people who… who do repair work… but of clothes… and they sew new clothes as well? What is the word? What are they called? I am sorry I am having a hard time translating things into English now."

"No don't be sorry. Did you mean a tailor?" 

"Yes! Yes a tailor. I come from a family of women tailors. Yes tailors. Thank you. I will stitch it back together," Meera bid goodbye to them, thinking about her bathtub and soft bed longingly.

…

Back in Meera's room, her phone chimed again. Vikranth: 20 missed calls flashed across the screen.

…

Meera collapsed on her bed. She closed her eyes, the pain in her arms and legs increasing with each second. She groaned as her mobile buzzed. Can't I have a minute of peace? Slowly reaching out for the phone, she saw it was Rohan. 

"Are you okay?" he asked on the call.

"Yes. Will order room service and go to sleep."

"What's your room number? Ma is freaking out here," Rohan sounded concerned, "Look she is worried. Don't do this to her."

"If I give her my room number then she will come down here. She will not give me an iota of space or freedom. Tell her I am in the hotel and I am safe. Explain to her all the security measures the hotel is taking. Even after that, if it doesn't help her paranoia then I cannot do anything about it. No, Rohan, YOU please understand," she interrupted her brother, "I am in pain right now. My hands and legs hurt like crazy and I cannot take any medicine. Right now, I just need my space and time to heal. I am in the hotel so she has nothing to worry about. If she still chooses to worry then I cannot help it. Good night," Meera disconnected the call.

…

2am

Meera was back on the road. 6 big, strong men headed towards her as she ran. She knew she couldn't fight all 6 at once. She tried to run fast but couldn't. Her foot got stuck in the uneven road and she fell face-first. She felt multiple hands on her, ripping her clothes apart. Rough hands turned her around, and she saw her rapists as they started devouring her body in front of her family.

She woke up trembling with shock. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as her body was covered with sweat. She felt breathless. It took her a solid minute to realise she was safe in her room. It was just a nightmare, it was just a nightmare, she tried to calm herself down. Switching on the lights, she headed towards the refrigerator, and popped an ice cube in her mouth. She was on her 3rd ice cube when she finally stopped trembling. 

Reaching for her phone, she decided to watch anything to divert her mind. That's when she noticed the multiple missed calls and messages. She clicked on the notifications and saw her Mother's messages first.

I gave you my life and this is how you repay me?

I have done everything for you! Cared for you, cleaned, cooked, drove you around, was with you every step of the way and you left me all alone? No mother deserves this.

You should be ashamed of what you have done. 

No parent should have a daughter like you. 

Look at how your brother is supporting us in these times of crisis. And you did nothing. You didn't even ask Vikranth for help because of your ego.

You don't deserve to have anybody in your life.

I am extremely disappointed in you.

Wow, Meera thought as she held her head in her hands. She tried to cry, but maybe her body was still in shock, because no tears came to her eyes. 

Nodding her head, she hugged herself and kept repeating, Okay, okay we will get through this. We are okay. We just need to freak out and cry right now. Okay, okay. Freak out and cry. We need to leave this room now. Okay.

…

Chris couldn't sleep. It was all just too much for him to process. The light snores of his brother filled the room. They had all decided to sleep in the suite after the day's events. He couldn't even think straight, let alone sleep. Deciding he needed a drink, he quietly crept out of his bed, taking the room key with him.

He headed towards the hotel's 24x7 bar, hoping to find it deserted. As soon as he entered, he saw the bar was empty, except for one chair in the corner. He couldn't see the person except for a corner of their shawl hanging from the side of the large armchair. The person was playing soft music on their phone. Chris approached the bartender, noticing the shocked and… almost repulsive look on his face as the bartender kept looking at the person in the corner. 3 bottles of different soft drinks were open in front of him but he only focused on the person, his mouth slightly open.

"Ahem," Chris slightly coughed, drawing the attention of the bartender towards him. As Chris asked for a whisky on the rocks, he swore he heard the bartender murmur "Thank God." 

He turned to look at the figure in the corner. While he still couldn't see them, he saw their reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He saw Meera.

He glanced at his drink on the counter debating whether to approach her or not. He couldn't afford to have another panic attack in front of her. He had to be strong. He took two large gulps of the strong whisky, immediately regretting his action. As he coughed and sputtered, he asked for a refill. 

He felt his throat and chest burn, somewhat fuelling his courage. Taking his drink, he approached her. 

As Chris neared Meera, he heard the melodious song more clearly. Even though it was in Hindi, he understood the sad tune. He saw her tear-stained cheeks and stopped. There wasn't another chair besides her where he could sit and comfort her.

Maybe she needs to feel the pain. I should just leave her alone. She might not like me interrupting her… Chris thought, but he couldn't help himself. Taking another step towards her, he gingerly asked, "Meera?"

She turned her head to look at him. Squinting her eyes, she was still unable to see the person. Putting on her glasses, she spoke through tears, "Mr Evans?" her red eyes registering slight surprise. 

"Do you want to talk about it? What can I do to help you?" 

Meera wiped her nose with a tissue, "Please leave me alone Mr Evans. I just want to be alone," she begged. 

Chris nodded, but still stood in his spot. He looked around and decided to bring another comfortable armchair near Meera's.

He dragged it and placed it right besides the sidetable where her phone and glasses were kept. 

Meera looked at him in disbelief, "Mr Evans I just want to be left alone. So please! Leave!" she said, her voice breaking.

He looked at her, feeling his own emotions overwhelming, "I am not asking you to talk to me. Just think of me as another guest in this bar. I will not interfere in any way. I promise you I will stay quiet. But if you think I will leave you alone, after everything that you have done for us, for me, after what you have gone through, then you are wrong Meera. I will not leave you."

"Why do you not understand," Meera broke down further, "I need to cry, I need to feel this. This is going to get ugly. You will feel uncomfortable! Please just leave."

Chris considered her for a moment, then nodded and left. He soon returned with a stack of paper napkins and placed them on the table besides her phone and glasses. "This should get you through the next hour," he said. 

She looked at him, helpless, then sunk her head in her hands, crying further. Chris settled back in his chair, his body angled towards her. He wished she would let him comfort her, but somewhere, he also understood the importance of going through this alone. God only knows how many nights he had cried himself to sleep, refusing help from his own family, all because he wanted to stay alone.

Slowly, her sobs lessened. She used the new tissue and wiped her face, discarding it in the nearby bin. As she reached for the phone, Chris placed his hand on her mobile before her. "Don't change the song." "But you don't understand the lyrics," she said, her voice still broken. "No, but I like it. Let it play on loop," Chris said kindly. She nodded and took a sip of her drink. It looked a lot like neat whisky. Chris wondered, Why was the bartender repulsed? Was it because she was crying? That asshole.

After a few more sips, she said in a quiet voice, "Our Night." 

"Hmm?" 

"Our Night. The name of the song is Our Night. It is about how our night is a friend of the moon, but after a long time, she has come alone. She is darkness." Meera took another deep breath, "In the song, the singer wants to switch off all the lights and talk to the darkness. She understands that the darkness is hurtful. It is crazy even, but it is still hers. She just wants to be alone with the darkness."

Meera looked ahead and started crying again. Chris just looked at her, his own eyes brimming with tears now. He knew something had happened after she had left their suite. She didn't look like the type of person who broke down easily. He would give anything to find out who or what had upset her. 

He looked at her reflection in the window, his own tears trickling down his cheeks. Finally, he allowed his emotions to take over. 

That night, the stars in the moonless sky smiled down at them, as two people, from two different walks of life, cried together over what had happened, completely unaware of what the future had in store for them.

(This is the song if you want to listen ⬇️)

[stripper-patrick]

Bitch⚔️ Erik Killmonger

Lil Mama 🍷

Oh shit♋️

Here for you📴

Bitch⚔️

Always be my baby💛

Song: no guidance- Chris Brown

Warnings: language, n-word use, verbal abuse, physical abuse, trigger warning, fluff, angst,

Relationship: Erik Killmonger x black plus sized reader

I’m finally about 7 months and Erik found out what the baby’s gender was cause he just couldn’t wait but I didn’t wanna know. I’m still with Dionte and it’s gotten better honestly. I told him I wasn’t ready and he accepted it. My feelings for Erik haven’t subsided, if anything they’ve grown but I don’t know how to break the news to Dionte.

“Babe can you get me some food” I’m texting Erik. He’s coming over to help me the final arrangements for the baby shower tomorrow.

“My feet are swollen right now” He whines like a child

“Babe”

“Yo shut up” I roll my eyes. I get up and go in the fridge grabbing him to leftover food from when we went to dinner last night. I close the fridge and see him standing behind it.

“I told you to stop doing that shit right”

“I just fuckin-“ he slaps me across the face. I fall to the ground but turn so I don’t hit my stomach. Dionte stands over top of me and grabs me by my hair dragging me. I fight and hear the door swing open then Dionte flies to the ground.

Once I’m at my senses I see Erik on top of Dionte beating him to a pulp. One blow after another.

I grab Erik’s arm trying to pull him off but he yanks his arm away and goes back to beating him. I finally get Erik off and push him back.

Dionte is bleeding everywhere but still very conscious.

“This time I was being nice but you even think about touching Y/N anymore I’ll kill you and I’m a man of my word” Erik curses “I don’t wanna see you near her or my daughter ever again if I do I’ll murder you” Erik kicks him in the ribs and he groans.

I have so many emotions. I’m pissed that I know the gender, I’m scared because I’ve never seen Erik like this, I’m elated I’m having a girl. This is all so much.

“Get ya stuff your moving in with me” I don’t even ask questions. I hurry throwing all my clothes and everything in a suitcase. Erik comes up and leans on the frame. I look at him and a tear falls from his eye. I rush over wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m ok I swear” he sniffles and holds me tighter.

“I’m so sorry”

“Baby I’m ok”

....

I’m sitting in his bedroom and I notice his knuckles are swollen.

“You need ice on your hands” I say holding them. I’m about to get up.

“Absolutely not your feet are huge” he gets up going downstairs and grabs some ice. I think about tonight. I didn’t even hear Erik when he came back up.

“I’m sorry I spoiled the gender it was in the heat of the moment”

“It’s fine” I say

“You ready for tomorrow?”

“Yea I’m excited” i smile. He rubs my stomach.

“Your hands are freezing”

“No shit” I push my shirt up and move his hand to where she was kicking. She kicks again and he smiles.

“Hey princess” he pokes my stomach a little and I burp

“Oops” I laugh

“I’m your daddy” he kisses my stomach and she kicks again. I smile at these two. She’ll most definitely be a daddy’s girl.

....

“E I already know the gender” Erik has a blindfold around my eyes and he’s leading me into the venue

“Erik” I whine

“Hold on girl” we stop and he takes off the blindfold reveal the shower. Tears well up and I hold them back to not ruin my makeup.

I see my parents and cousins and Adria.

I go around and hug everyone greeting them and come back to Erik.

“This is gorgeous” i kiss him and he smiles. I wrap my arms around his waist and feel something “what’s that?”

He avoids my eyes until I grab his chin.

“N’Jadaka”

“Don’t put my government out there”

“Then what is it?”

“My gun” my eyes go wide

“Go put it in the trunk”

“Y/N what if he comes back”

“Then you’ll handle it without a weapon put it in the trunk” he tries to reason with me more

“Now” I yell.

“Fine”

“Ok did everyone get a pin?” Adria asks

“E didn’t” she nods “were going to play a game called don’t say the word B-A-B-Y” she spells out “whoever has the most pins I have some gifts for you guys”

They cheer and Erik comes back putting his hand on my back.

“Thank you”

“Anything for you” he kisses my cheek making me smile.

....

“Gift time” I sit at the front and Erik is next to me.

“There’s someone outside with a blue jacket just watching the baby shower”

“Maybe he’s at the wrong party babe” I shrug. I reach for the first bag grabbing it. I open the pretty in pink and pull out some onesies with elephants on them. They’re my favorite.

“Awwww” Erik smiles but keeps looking out the window. I go in the bag and get a card with a Carters gift card in there “thank you”

I grab the next bag which is yellow and pull out a cute bikini.

“She won’t be wearing that” Erik laughs

...

There were so many gifts that she’ll be set for the first year and then some.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for coming out and it means the world for us and this little one that she’s so loved” I smile. Everyone claps then I hear an off beat clap making me look to the back. Dionte walks in slowly. His face is swollen and red. He has a blue jacket like Erik was talking about.

“That should be me up there”

“We’re all glad it’s not” Erik says

“What are you doing here” Adria asks

“I came back for you” I roll my eyes sighing

“She wit me now bruh”

“I don’t know why her dumbass got pregnant with a bum like you”

“Step outside wit me” Erik stands up and walks him outside.

“Everyone stay calm everything’s fine” I walk outside to see Erik with a gun to his jawline. Dionte has his hands up in defense.

“Erik” I grab his arms but he lets go quickly

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her? I’ll blow ya muthafuckin brains across this bitch. I’m crazy my nigga do you not get that by now?” He pushes the gun further into his jawline “I bet not catch yo ass near her or my daughter do you understand?”

Dionte doesn’t answer he just gives him a smart ass glare.

“I bet it’s not even loaded pussy” Erik pulls down the cock of the gun pulling the bullet into the chamber.

“Try me again”

“Erik Stevens” I’m honestly scared.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Alright I got it” he says. Erik puts the gun down and smiles.

“Go. Now” Dionte leaves and Erik sighs.

“Calm down” I say “that was some wild shit you just pulled Mr. Stevens”

“I don’t take disrespect lightly especially if your name is involved” he puts the gun back in the car and kisses me “back to the shower”

....

Erik just finished putting everything in the house.

“Gotdamn” he sits down next to me just staring. The baby starts kicking wildly. She must recognize his voice. I grab his hand and put it on my stomach. He smiles feeling her kick.

“Looks like we got a soccer player on our hands” he lays on my lap and I run my fingers through his hair.

“Hey princess” he rubs my stomach. She kicks more and harder.

“Ow”

“You kicking mommy. You gotta be careful. Why is it so hard right there?” He pushes at the middle of my stomach.

“That’s her butt” I laugh. He smiles.

“It feels like I’m holding a bowling ball from my vagina”

“How”

“Cause her head is moved down so it’s a lot of pressure” He nods and looks at me

“I’m glad your here with me” I smile

“Good cause I’m not going anywhere”

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The Fairytales Trip

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings:  fluff, slight cursing

Part: 2/??

Description: Your annual trip to Disney with your family changes drastically when you meet Chris and his family at your hotel, your families get along so well that they decided to join until the rest of the trip. A whole week with your favorite actor in the most magical place on earth… where will this end?

Author’s Note: I really hope you enjoy it. Please give your feedback, constructive criticism is always welcomed. :)

Word Count: 2,809

“It’s me or this line isn't moving?” Scott said annoyed.

You look for the time and it said that the line was 1 hour long. You’ve been there for 30 minutes, 15 minutes since the Evans family joined you and your family on the line.

“I’m pretty sure everybody in the line has this impression, Scott.” Chris said. You smirk.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining so much, honestly. This line is three times worse after 11 AM. Plus, you didn’t even wait since the beginning of the line.” You said as you leaned against a wooden bar.

Chris looked at you with a smile on his face. God, did he have any idea how incredibly handsome he is?  “Yes, because you are the coolest person there is and let us in.”

“I really hope you keep that in your mind, Evans.”  You said, not impressed.

“What do you mean?” You laughed.

"Well, maybe I can use that for my benefit later... who knows?" You said with a smile. He smirked and approached you. His body was really close to yours, you could feel the warm coming from it and the only thing you could think of was wanting him to touch you. It was almost like if you needed him to touch you.

“Oh, I see how it is…” You looked at him and he had a different kind of shine in his eyes. "You want the payment of your favor.”

“It’s not payment. It would be a ‘thank you, y/n for let us in on the line instead of waiting an hour.” He laughed.

“And to think I thought you were being nice.” You lifted an eyebrow.

“You’re just getting to know me, Chris. I have two sides: the good and the bad one.” You said while observing the line moving. You could feel the intense gaze that he was giving you, but you refuse to look into his eyes. You could swear you heard “oh fuck”, but you can’t think about it too much.

“So what made you guys change universal to magic kingdom?” Your dad asks and you look at them with your arms crossed, wondering the same thing. Chris looks at the ground and pretends he didn’t listen the question and Scott looks at Chris in an awkward way.

What the hell was going on?

After seconds without saying anything, Scott said.

“Oh, you know, Chris –“ Chris lifted his gaze from the floor to Scott and you could feel him censoring his brother. “ah… Chris and the kids love this place, so I decided to change the plans because family supports one another.” He said the last part exaggerating his tone, there must be something behind all that. You just couldn’t believe in that story, you knew something was off. But it was family stuff, so you let it go. For now.

Chris pretended to laugh. “Very funny, Scott. So what time did you guys came?” Suddenly he changes the subject and it becomes even more evident that he didn’t wanted to talk about it.

“Around eight AM.” Your dad said. “And you guys?”

Chris's cheek looks flushed and you could swear that he never looked so cute until now, you were hypnotized. He started to stutter.

“Am-no-not long, actually. We arrived at nine, almost ten AM.” He looked really weird.

“How did you guys knew where we were?” You asked them and Chris cheek seemed even more red. You were amused.

“Actually, it was pure luck.” Lisa said with an smile on her face but it didn't reach her eyes. “It was Shanna's idea to go this way.”

Shana looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I thought that you might leave your favorite part of the park for the end..” She said.

He was talking about you for his sisters? The idea made your heart race.

“Not that I was talking about you…” He added quickly, almost like if he had read your mind. You look at him with frowned eyebrows. “Not that I wasn’t talking about you… I mean…. We were talking about you guys in general and I commented that your favorite place of the park was mine too.” He finished.

You looked at your mother and she was looking at you like ‘wow’.

"Ok..." You said as you followed the line that was moving again. You look at Shanna and she was holding back the laughter. "What is it?" You asked her. She took a deep breath to control herself.

“Nothing, darling. It’s just the kids, they always say something funny to me.” You nodded with a smile.

“They are so beautiful… make me wish my nephews were here too.” She looks at you smiling and you start a conversation about your families. After 15 minutes, you, Lisa, your mom, your dad and Carly were laughing at family stories.

“Oh God, y/n have a funny story like that.” You mother said. Oh God. “She always had this thing with pools. So one day…” You interrupted.

“Look, it is our turn!” They looked and it really was our turn.

“Oh no, I really wanted to hear the story!” Chris said suddenly in your side. You gave him a look like ‘keep dreaming’ and you entered the wood trunk, he followed you and sit on your side. You look at your back and saw Lisa and Carly, Shanna and Scott, and in the last one was your mom and dad. Ethan were in the middle of Shanna and Scott, Stella in the middle of Lisa and Carly.

“Miles, why don’t you sit with us?” You said and felt Chris gaze on you.

“Yeah, buddy. Come sit with us.”

Miles look at you with a shy smile and sits in the middle of you two. You smile at him and the ride begins. You noticed he was holding the iron bar tight.

“So Miles, what pose do you want to do in the picture?” You ask him. He looks at you and thinks for a few seconds.

“I like silly faces.” He said.

“Oh, alright!” You said. “Like this?” You started to make a lot of silly faces to him and he and Chris laughed at you.

“Yes!” He said while laughing. “I really liked the last one.”

“This one?” You do it again and he laughed for real this time. “Ok, how about the three of us make this face together for the picture?” He nodded.

“I really liked this idea.” Chris said with a huge smile on his face and you smirked at him. The way he was looking at you made your body tremble, it was like he had a certain affection for you. But you must be crazy, right? You literally met him last night.

When the wood trunk started to go up, you broke the visual contact. This man is messing up with you.. oh, God. When you reached the top, you could hear the screams of the people falling and you could seemed Miles were nervous again.

“Hey, if you feel nervous you can hold my hand, how is that?” You whispered in his ears and he give you a smile. He nodded. Then it began to get up again and once you were at the top, the famous song started to play.

“Oh God!” Scott said out loud.

“What is it?” Lisa asked.

“I just freaking hate this song!” He said annoyed.

“How can you hate this song?” Chris asked.

“How can you like this song? It stays in your head until you die.”

“Drama!” You said laughing.

“I’m going to sing this song for you all day to see the drama.” Scott said.

“And you thought that I was the dramatic one.” Your dad said to your mother and everybody laughed.

In the first fall, you feel Miles's hand reaching for yours, then you grabbed his and felt a little cold in your belly, but it was just a little.

“Oh God, this song is louder now!” Scott said and you could only laugh.

“Oh, Scott. I love you so much, but you can be a pain in the ass.” Lisa said and you heard the children laughing this time.

Scott stayed in silence.

“I think someone got mad.” Chris said.

“Oh, shut up, Christopher! You’re the one who cries every goddamn time we ride haunted mansion!”

“Wait, what?!” You said laughing very hard this time.

You look at Chris and he was embarrassed and angry.

“Scott! What the fuck?” He was interrupted by Shanna.

“Christopher!” He looks at her and she pointed the kids. He apologizes.

“Uh, I think someone got mad!” Scott repeat what he said before.

“Kids! For God’s sake! You’re behaving worse than your nephews!” Lisa said laughing.

You are still laughing at the imagine of Chris Evans AKA the captain America crying on haunted mansion. No one’s will ever prepare you for this type of information.

“Just to be clear, I just cry because I hate being scared.” Chris said defending himself.

“Oh yeah, because the haunted mansion is really scary.” You said teasing him and he blushed.

“Thank you so much, Scott.” Chris said.

“Anytime, bro.”

You were so busy laughing that you just realized that the biggest fall was coming when Miles took your hand. You smiled at him and looked at Chris, he was looking at your hands with a huge smile on his face. He looked very happy.

“Ok, guys! Time for the picture!” Chris said and made the silly face, so were you and Miles. Then the wood trunk falls, you feel a strong cold feeling on your belly but you keep your silly face on. When the ride finished, you got off and noticed Chris waiting for you.

“Do you think it worked?” You ask.

“What worked?”

“The picture.” He shrugged.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.” You went to the photo session and your mouth dropped when you saw the picture. It was… “Amazing!” Chris said. “This is my all time favorite picture!” He laughs.

Chris was showing his tongue with wide eyes like a dog, Miles was with his mouth wide open, you were giving an exaggerated kiss to the camera with a peace sign. It was great, but when you looked the rest of the people you really laughed. “Oh my God, Scott!” You called him and he went in your direction. “Look at your face!” He was grabbing Shanna in the arm and was screaming, Shanna was laughing really hard and Ethan was making the rock sign with his hand and showing his tongue. In the back were Lisa, who was giving horns to Scott with her hands and smiling, Carly clutching Stella strongly with wide eyes and Stella who what with her arms up laughing. Your dad pretended to sleep with his eyes closed and his arms crossed, and your mother were with her head on your father shoulder pretended to be bored.

“Holy shit! That’s literally the best picture ever.” Scott said.

“I loved the bored face, mom.” You said to your mother and she laughed. “Oh, God I need this picture.”

The photo was very funny, but that wasn’t exactly the reason why you wanted to buy it so much, it was because you wanted to have something that reminded you that this moment with him was real. Than when you would go back to your normal life, you would look at the picture when you missed it, because you know you will.

Your family and Chris’s bought the picture.

You all leave the ride and you were still looking at the photo. You really did look like a family, you almost felt like that too.

“What are you thinking?” You heard his voice really close to your ear and his hands reached your back. You feel as if your skin is on fire and shivers all over your body. You look at him and he has an intense gaze on you.

“Nothing.” You said. “Something silly.”

He frowned his eyebrows. “It can't be silly. C’mon.”

“It’s just… this picture, truly looked like we…” He interrupted.

“Like we were a family?” You nodded. “It’s funny that we met only yesterday, but… I do feel like that. It just seems..” You interrupted this time.

"We've known each other for longer than this." He nodded and smiled at you, you got lost in those eyes. You could not believe he felt that way too.

“What’s the plan? What are you want to do next?” Scott asked.

“How about big thunder? Since we're close” Chris suggested.

You look at your parents knowing that they would want to go too, so you agree.

“Look, kids want to go to the bathroom now, so I guess we'll do it later, but you should go. Please, don’t wait for us.” Carly said.

“Yeah, please. Go if you want to, but I have to help Carly.” Lisa said and Shanna agreed with her.

“What?” Scott asked and you could swear you saw Lisa pinching him. He look at her and then look back at you and Chris.

“Oh, yeah! You know what? I have to go to the bathroom too, so..” He said.

"You know what? I think your mother and I are going to buy food." Your father said and your mother agreed.

“What?” It was your turn to ask that.

“Yeah, but go ahead both of you… please, don’t wait for us.” Shanna said and they left.

They fucking left.

It’s your impression or your families are trying to set you up with Chris?

You looked at Chris and he was in shock, just like you. “Should we go then?” You asked and he simply nodded. You started to get nervous, because it was one thing to be with Chris in the presence of his family, another very different thing was to be alone with him. You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself.

You’ve got this Y/N.

It was about 25 minutes that you two were waiting in the line together when you decided to ask a question that was in your head. “Can I ask you a question?” He nodded. “How did you find me? I mean, I know Lisa said it was lucky, but it seemed like it was a lie.”

Suddenly he gets nervous. "Oh, it wasn’t a lie." He was obviously lying. "My mother did not explain it correctly. It was really lucky, we came and started to discuss where you could be and Shanna thought you were going to leave your favorite ride last because ..." He stopped.

“Because?” You asked.

“It was something that I would do.” He bites his lips nervously and looks at you making your heart race a lot. Wow.

“I guess we are really similar.” He took a step and you were extremely close. One more step and your bodies would collide and that’s something you really wanted. You could feel the warmth of his body and feel his warm breath. He smiled at you and his hand traveled across your skin, caressing and feeling it.

“So soft…” He whispered and you felt his body in yours. Fuck, you mouth was as dry as the desert. “Can I tell you something?” You nodded.

“I think you’re…” He was interrupted.

“Excuse me, but is your turn guys.” A male voice said behind you and your shoulders dropped. What on earth he was going to say?

“Oh, sorry.” You said and got on the train.

People barely sat down as the train began to move. You were squeezed into the seat because of Chris's size, but you did not care. Not at all. When the train reaches the top, it gets very fast. The whole ride seemed like seconds and you grabbed Chris's hand in fright. You two leave the ride completely in shock.

“It was this fast when you came for the first time?” He asked.

“Holy shit, absolutely no! I don’t remember of being this violent, geez.” You said trying to catch a breath.

“Me neither, what the fuck?!” He said and you laughed. His laughter died slowly as you noticed that your hands were still holding each other. He noticed and began to stroke your hand with his thumb. Your cheeks turned red and he smiled even wider.

“We should go find the others now?” You asked.

He smirk. “I don’t want to share you yet. What if we go on a little adventure together?”

“Are you kidnapping me?” You asked.

“Oh, hell yes. So what do you say? Are you up for the adventure?” He asked doing the captain America voice. Your legs trembled.

A few more moments with him? You only had one answer to this question.

“How can I say no to that, captain?”

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[hyungbean]

Locusts (part 2) | Riverdale

Summary: The Southside Serpents seek an alliance with one of the country’s deadliest gangs, The Locusts.

Genre: Slight Angst, Humor?, Some Fluff

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Gang Brawl

A/N: oooHh shoot, my Sweet Pea feels are shooting through the roooof.

Read Part 1 Here 

Sweet Pea found himself gravitating towards Y/N the whole time the Serpents were at the club, although she couldn't complain because she found herself being attracted to the giant teddy bear.

“So are you like the second in command?” Sweet Pea casually swung his arms round the back of her seat, drinking some soda. He knew better than to get drunk and possibly embarrass himself in front of her.

“Not officially. I’m going to be initiated on my 18th birthday, but everyone already treats me like I’m one of them. Perks of being the boss’ daughter I suppose. But since Chris is already 19 he’s the official right hand man for my dad.” You looked ethereal in the neon red lights, your hair falling in waves behind your ears, Sweet Pea found himself resisting the urge to run his fingers through your hair.

“Oh? Well what’s the initiation process like then? You guys kind of go hard core on the punishments so I can only imagine what the initiation to get in is like.” 

You laugh shaking your head, “Nah. It’s not difficult. You have to pledge your undying loyalty to the Locusts and it’s members. The second step I guess you could say is fighting me or Chris. The final step is just getting the tat. I was born into the gang so I just got the tat beforehand.”

“What? I mean it can’t be too hard then right?” Sweet Pea joked, earning him a solid punch to the arm which would surely bruise over the next morning.

“Wrong. Y/N here can throw a mean ass right hook. So to make it fair, father dearest said the rule is to try and stay alive for three minutes in the ring. But Y/N goes soft on them.” The pair look up to see a smirking Chris towering over them drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey.

“Now if you’re both done. My dad wants all the Serpents to head to our private room, we’re going to go over some terms and rules and all that good shit.”

Sighing, Y/N stands up first dusting off her pants and linking her arm with her brother’s before turning to look at Sweet Pea,  “Let’s go sweetie.” 

“It’s sweet pea.” He murmurs under his breathe, his cheeks heating up, throwing his cup over his shoulder.

They lead him towards the back of the club where two large bodyguards step out from the darkness, scaring Sweets so much he pulls out his pocket knife on instinct.

“Down boy.” Y/N says slyly to a tense Sweet Pea, the guards eyeing him suspiciously before opening the velvet doors. They walk down a narrow hallway lit by fluorescent purple neon lights, the booming music reduced to muffled thumping. They arrive inside a small room with a few couches and a pool table in the back.

“Nice of you to join us.” Viper remarks sarcastically, his children rolling their eyes before moving to stand behind his arm chair. 

Once the group is settled in the discussion is started by Viper who casually takes a drag of his cigar. 

“You want to know why I chose to associate myself with you instead of the Ghoulies FP? Because I believe that the Serpents have a greater sense of what brotherhood and loyalty means. I respect that. You and me, the Serpents and Locusts, we ain’t that different from each other.”

“True. And because we aren’t a vessel for pumping illegal drugs. Plus that Malachai son’a bitch ain’t exactly my favorite bitch in my contact book.” Chris says bored, casually flipping his pocket knife around. 

“Language you oaf.” Y/N remarks, snatching his pocket knife out of his reach causing Chris to pout.  

Viper chooses to ignore his kids as if this was a normal occurrences, much to the Serpents bewilderment. 

“You guys don’t deal drugs?” Toni asks, causing FP to look at her like this was already common knowledge. 

Sweet Pea narrows his eyes a little.

A high and mighty gang of practical assassins, making it to the top without dabbling in drugs?

“No. We deal weapons and favors. Gangs approach us all the time in our other bases in Vegas to ask for a favor, we happily oblige of course, but they are now in our debt. And we intend to make great use of their repayment.” Viper says proudly while leaning forwards, his eyes gleaming darkly. He looked powerful and radiated an aura of dominance, one that erased all doubts that the Serpents had before. Y/N and Chris grin at them as if sensing discomfort.

“The Ghoulies approached you guys?” FP asked after a few silent moments, also leaning forward in his seat.

“That’s right. Came by a few nights ago.. that Malachai kid got hit real good by my boy here.” Viper says disapprovingly to his son, shaking his head.

“He had it coming. You didn’t hear what he was saying about Y/N. Those wannabe nascar drivers got no respect for us, should have killed that pig when  I had the chance.” Chris huffs, staring daggers at the wall, Y/N setting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Well they can’t be too happy about getting trashed like expired cafeteria meatloaf can they?” Cheryl asks from behind Toni, eyes flickering from Viper to Y/N. 

“Probably not, but we can take them easily, what are they gonna do? Beat us in  a race really hard?” Chris remarks smartly, letting out a snort. 

“Don’t jinx it Chris. I don’t trust those ghouls.”

Before anyone could answer a few men burst through the door, holding brass knuckles and a few knives visibly poking out of their pockets.

“Sir, The Ghoulies are here, pretty sure a fight is about to break out.” One of them says in a dangerously low voice. Viper sighs, rubbing his temples.

“do they have guns?” 

“No sir.”

“A fist fight? My specialty.” Chris says, cracking his neck. 

“Told you not to jinx it dumbass. Now we actually have to kill a few people tonight, and I liked this shirt.” Y/N mumbles, running a hand through her hair.

The Serpents look at Viper, not exactly ready to march into a gang brawl. The siblings strut out, Chris wielding his brass knuckles while Y/N swings around his baseball bat, humming a song.

Sweet Pea’s eyes trail after Y/N, seeing how relaxed and in control she was, and he felt a sense of pride knowing she could take care of herself.

“No worries FP. My kids have this under control, why don’t you and your friends join us upstairs to watch the show, after all you all are the guest of honor.” Viper says getting up and clapping FP’s shoulder, leaving to lead them further down the hall. The serpents follow hesitantly, Toni moving to hold Cheryl’s hand. Once they turn a corner, they see a lone elevator with a couple of body guards waiting. 

“Balcony sir?” 

Viper hums in confirmation, going into the elevator first. Followed by the tense Serpents who look in front of them in anticipation. 

“Oh and make sure to get the mop and my brother on the line. I have a feeling a shit ton of my property is going to be damaged in a few moments.”

“Of course sir.”

‘How are they taking this so lightly. What the hell.’ Sweet Pea thought, watching as the elevator panel beeped and shifted from a 1 to a B. Once they step out, they hear the commotion almost instantly, recognizing Malachai’s voice. He was yelling profanities and as they reached the edge of the balcony they see the Locusts and a few dozen Ghoulies standing on opposite sides of the club, Malachai yelling up at Chris. 

It would have been funny in any other circumstance as Chris was almost a whole foot taller than Malachai. Chris stands there almost amused, clenching his fists while Y/N stands a little behind him, baseball bat over her shoulder. 

The Locusts stand tall, some weilding large daggers and chains. While majority of the Ghoulies looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but there.

When Malachai notices that his approach isn’t working, he looks around and sees Y/N standing behind Chris, his face morphing into a shit eating grin. 

“I don’t know how you do it Chris. If Y/N was always around me like that, I have no idea what the hell I’d do.” Sweet Pea feels himself tense and grow strangely furious at Malachai. He wishes he could be down there, pummeling the trash bag into the ground, although Chris beat him to it. The taller boy brings his fist down straight into Malachai’s temple, his body crumpling to the ground. 

Shit. Hope he’s not dead.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose as The Locusts and Ghoulies start engaging in a violent exchange of fists and knives, the noise of tables breaking and glass shattering storms in the ears of the Serpents. 

Jughead turns to Viper, “Will they be okay?” 

Viper quirks an eyebrow, “of course my boy, no need to worry. This will be over soon. But shit! Did they have to break all my stuff! This shit costs money too.”

“What about Y/N?” Sweet Pea asks, eyes searching the sea of black leather and broken tables for the small girl. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Viper looking at him in amusement.

“You have nothing to worry about. If anything I’m more worried for Chris. That boy is strong for sure, but he isn’t as good of a fighter as his sister. He punches first before thinking. Y/N however eggs on her opponent, letting them show off all their moves. She learns their fighting style and knows how to beat them. And she always beats them one way or another. That girl is lethal. You should see her with her knives.. never misses.” Viper says proudly, although it seems as if he were talking to himself. 

Fangs claps Sweet Pea’s shoulder, “don’t worry, she’ll be fine dude, that’s one tough chick if I ever seen one.”

Sweet Pea nods, he couldn’t explain his quick attraction to the girl but he knew that he’d like to have her around in his life for a long time. 

All was going well as it seemed that the Locusts had the upper hand, many of the Ghoulies were laying unconscious around the club, some even bleeding out. 

FP whistles while his eyes raked over the unconscious lumps on the floor. “Y’all some trained fighters? I don’t see any of your Locusts laying around.”

“Not exactly, but we do train them intensely. It’s hard to become a Locust, and even harder to remain as a Locust. A lot of our members drop out because they’re not able to keep up with the life-style. It is what it is. But we still provide protection to those who leave.” Viper says, smiling genuinely at FP. 

“Great. A little gang boot camp.” Cheryl mumbles, causing Toni to crack a smile. 

However their attention is drawn towards the fight again when they hear your voice ring out loudly in the crowd. 

“Chris!”

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A/N: part three coming at ya soon ! ;)

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