#i played y'all like fiddles. and i also really love that dress. i did not simply make a 30 mb recolor for clout

[cringeborg]

is 1000 downloads a milestone worth celebrating? idk but it sure is something

[karasunology]

❝ YOU'RE MINE, I DON'T LIKE TO SHARE. ❞ with OIKAWA TOORU!

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ none. ]

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✎ . . . request a prompt from this prompt list and i'll answer 'em !

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ you were at a resturant, not too fancy but it was ngl kinda expensive as well.

➜ since tooru was now a professional volleyball player, he was able to afford it and reserve a good table with a good view too

➜ ugh need me some sugar daddý

➜ when you're in need of a kambe daisuke but he doesn't exist😩✨

➜ but mans was running late😔✋

➜ but tooru was NEVER someone that doesn't inform the other person why they were running late

➜ a text you recieved not just a few minutes ago that he was running late because mans forgot his coat lmao

➜ and he'd a be there in a few

➜ and of course never failed to send an i love you with a damn lot of hearts because HE'S THAT TYPE OF MAN

➜ so were and still left alone all dolled up but your mans wasn't there yet & as you were planning for the right words to say when you scold him for being forgetful, which likely will have a “ y/n-chan, are you my mom? ” *iwa-chan flashbacks*

➜ and then a guy around your age dressed somewhat sophisticatedly that honestly seened like your type, decided to be in your line of vision.

“ ah, may i ask you something? ”

➜ you were confused but you weren't rude so you nodded, again still confused.

“ you seemed to be alone, may i ask to sit here as well? just until i could find a fully vacant table. ”

➜ it was true that the resturant was full but you can't just let a stranger sit beside you but you let him do as he pleases since you felt bad for him & his date is probably running late as well, seeing how dressed up he was.

➜ he thanked you, and as you two were sitting in front of each other before you knew it y'all were having a bit of  a small talk.

➜ and after a few more minutes, oikawa pulled up in all his gorgeous brunette glory and was ready to excitedly show you his new coat he bought that had an alien pun pin as a plus one until, he saw the sight of an unfamiliar ─ and not to mention, quite good-looking man sitting in his seat, where he was supposed to be sitting on.

➜ and it was, coincidentally, when the attractive man that sat on where tooru was supposed to be, dropped the b*mb.

“ i don't also see you with anyone, and looking so dolled up, did your date stood you up? do you have a boyfriend or? ”

➜ and coincidentally, tooru heard it and was like :) exCUSE MOI BI TCH???

➜ bb boy was done

➜ not only did he make you wait for him because he forgot him coat, and now a good-looking stanger is flirting with you & ON HIS seat was the final blow

➜ his eyebrow twitched as he approached the both of you

➜ and before the man in front of you could ask for your number, homeboy cleared his throught obnoxiously while wiping of the dust on his coat.

“ oh, tooru ─ hi ” you began to talk but was soon caught of by the other guy

“ do you mind? we're having a private conversation here ”

➜ bb boy was so tired of this bs

“ excuse me, but you're sitting on my seat. ”

➜ the other guy was thrown off by the authority on his voice yet attempted to remain calm as he cleared out his throat

��� and you are? ”

➜ you were about to stop them until you saw that smug smile tooru had

“ i'm their ex-boyfriend ”

➜ highkey made the other guy confused and was like?? THE WHY ARE YOU UP OUR BUSSINESS LMAO

➜ and you were just like ???¿¿

“ then you shouldn't have anymore bussiness with her, they probably broke up with you for a reason ”

➜ this bitch really thought he did something

“ oh, ah, i mean ex-boyfriend; now husband? ”

➜ yoUr jaw drOPPED, the other guy's eye widdened and a small sound of realization left his lips

➜ r e a li z a shu n👁👄👁

“ now may i please have a seat? didn't come here to see some guy all over my wife ”

➜ the other guy was speachless & quickly apologized and left

➜ and when oikawa finally had his seat just for him, he sighed in relief but now with a puffed out cheeks

“ love, you're so extra sometimes you know that? ” you laughed

“ why? isn't it bad to warn off someone trying to get it with my wife ? ”

➜ you roll your eyes & just snorted, like as if women weren't all over him whenever he passes by

“ what? ” he whined

“ you're mine. i don't like to share. ” he grumply pouted and now you know it's your time to put him in his place

➜ you smacked his head

“ i am not yours, tooru. ” your eyes squinted at him.

“ and i am my own person. ” the both of you said at the same time.

your husband laughed, “ of course i know that, love. i just got annoyed, i'm sorry. ”

➜ when he noticed his mistake you smiled softly at him as you fiddled on his hands along with the ring on his ring finger since he loved it whenever you do that, and before ordering your dinner, you kissed it and asked for a waiter to get your order as if nothing happened.

➜ leaving your husband unusually flustered and red.

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . wrote this dead late at night so i apologize for any mistakes😔✋ we just vibin here my dudes. i'M BORED OUT OF MY MIND, I HAVE NOW WRITTEN HALF OF THE REQUESTS ASKED but i'm just waiting for when to post them👉👈 so if y'all got some braincells to spare, send me a request or a prompt because i don't have nothin, NOTHING else to do.

one request = one more reason to stay sane

jealous headcanons? I LIVE FOR THAT, don't hesitate to send those out. soft domestic shit ?? yes sIRR, pleathe i'm desperate for some entertainment in my life💅🗽

[lesdemonium]

romtober day 31: love confession with an audience

Rating: T Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 2282 Summary: A tale of two hand-fasting ceremonies. One for Jaskier and Geralt, and one for everyone else.

AN: i just want to thank everyone who has read any of these fics! thank you for reading, thank you for your kudos, your comments, your reblogs, your everything. this was honestly exhausting and i don't think i'll ever do it again, but i don't think i've ever been so satisfied to finish a challenge before (maybe because i don't often finish challenges.... y'all are improving my work ethic by leaps and bounds let me TELL YOU).

this is technically a continuation of the bet but it also is easily a stand alone piece. reading the bet really just gives you maybe slightly more context for how dumb they are.

i'm gonna go take a quick nap before i start working on nano & gift exchange fics lmao.

read on ao3

Normally, Jaskier loved a party. He would take any excuse to dress up in all his finery, maybe play for his audience, and revel in the attention others bestowed upon him. And a party entirely about him? All the better. Jaskier was not ashamed to admit that he loved when others lavished attention on him, and he did not consider it a failing on his part. Who didn’t want to be noticed? Jaskier loved to be loved.

Geralt, however, did not. He was uncomfortable and prickly and often looked as if he wanted to be struck down by some force of nature right then and there. He could get by at a party if allowed to fade into the background and enjoy the food and wine, but being the center of attention was abhorrent to him. Jaskier didn’t blame him. So often, for Geralt, being the center of attention meant flattering idiot lords or treated as if he was an animal there for amusement. No, Geralt did not like parties.

A wedding for them, therefore, was not what either one of them particularly wanted. Geralt because he would be subject to scrutiny, and Jaskier because he wanted their wedding to be a happy memory for Geralt. Unfortunately, decorum demanded to be upheld.

 They were traveling. Jaskier wasn’t sure where they were, but it didn’t much matter. On the Path, forward seemed to be the only direction. They had just dispatched some monsters in some middle of nowhere town, and now they were about a two day’s ride from anywhere of note.

Jaskier could see the way Geralt’s shoulders relaxed. For a moment, Jaskier longed to touch him, then remembered with a start that he could, that he had permission now. He wrapped his arms under Geralt’s, pulling him into a hug, and pressed his face into Geralt’s shoulder blade. Geralt turned to press a kiss to the top of Jaskier’s head. They stood there for a moment in their embrace, before Geralt disentangled himself to instead clasp Jaskier’s hand.

They continued on, nothing but them and Roach and the road for miles. The weather was beautiful, sunny and warm, and they were surrounded by wildflowers.

It did not take long, upon returning to Lettenhove, for Jaskier’s family to turn horrible. At first, they were restrained, and bestowed compliments upon the couple. Jaskier could see the fire burning behind their eyes. Their son? Marrying a Witcher? It was unheard of, unspeakable, surely it could not be so! And yet, here they were, and Jaskier showed no signs of letting up on what they were certain was a sick joke.

Jaskier stayed on guard at their polite, if terse, comments and questions about their travels. He was powerless to stop it once they really started in, though. He had prepared Geralt for this, but it still hurt to watch.

“But surely you won’t continue on your travels now that you’re married!”

“What sort of life is that for a Viscount? Really, Julian, we must ask you to reconsider. Stay in Lettenhove! We have a nice little estate you could take over…”

“You’ve killed people, haven’t you? That’s how you got the title of Butcher.”

“Don’t you find the bard thing a tad… overplayed? Really, that’s all well and good for young men with no other prospects. Haven’t you outgrown all that yet?”

“I mean no offense, Geralt, you seem lovely. But Julian, really. There are plenty of fine lords and ladies who would line up to be your partner! And far more agreeable!”

Jaskier cut off what he could, all the while holding Geralt’s hand and giving him tight-lipped smiles of what he hoped were reassurances. By the end, he was exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Geralt insisted he was fine. Jaskier spent the next morning recounting all the ways and reasons he loved Geralt, and loved their life together, anyway. Slowly, the tightness around Geralt’s eyes loosened.

They avoided Jaskier’s family as best they could.

 They stopped for lunch. Jaskier insisted they take their lunch to the wildflowers, and Geralt relented with an eyeroll and a fond smile. They ate in companionable silence as Jaskier leaned against Geralt. Overcome in the peacefulness of the moment, Geralt laid back in the flowers once he had finished eating. He dragged Jaskier down with him and Jaskier settled against his chest.

Geralt played with Jaskier’s hair and Jaskier fiddled aimlessly with Geralt’s shirt. They watched the clouds and Jaskier called out the shapes and figures he saw, while Geralt snorted unless he was particularly inspired to disagree with Jaskier.

“I love you,” Jaskier said, turning in Geralt’s arms to meet his eyes. He rested his forearms on Geralt’s chest, planted himself there, almost as if he expected Geralt to argue with him. It wasn’t the first time he had said the words aloud, but it felt different this time, somehow. “I love you more than I love being alive.”

Geralt snorted. “That’s not particularly romantic. I’ve already told you not to say you would die for me. This isn’t a far cry from that.”

Jaskier shook his head. He didn’t want a lecture about how reckless he was, not now (not ever, really). Instead, he wanted Geralt to see how serious he was. How mind-numbingly happy Geralt made him.

“I would live for you,” Jaskier said instead. “Sure, I would die for you, too. But I’d much rather live for you.”

Geralt was quiet for a long moment before he drew Jaskier in for a kiss. “Much better,” he said with a grin, and Jaskier laughed. “I would live for you, too.”

 Geralt looked out of place in his wedding attire. Jaskier thought he looked wonderful, covered in jewels and finery and bright blues. He did not, however, look much like he was comfortable. Geralt had little say in what he wore today, as Jaskier’s sisters had managed most of the preparations. They liked pretty, gaudy things, far more than even Jaskier did. As such, they had bedecked Geralt in an outfit that would have looked opulent on anyone else, but only looked suffocating on Geralt.

“I’d ask how eager you were to take that off, but as I’m sure your next step will be to burn your clothes rather than ravish me, I’d rather not know. Let me keep my narcissism,” Jaskier whispered to Geralt just before the ceremony.

For what it was worth, Geralt’s smile was genuine. The moment he turned to the hall they were about to have their handfasting ceremony in, however, his face grew tight. 

“I love you,” Jaskier reminded him, taking Geralt’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Curious. Jaskier had seen rings with the garment originally. Now not a single one graced the hand of his witcher.

“I love you,” Geralt repeated. 

He stroked his fingers along Jaskier’s cheekbone, stealing just another moment, before he offered his arm for Jaskier to take. It was time. There was plenty to be nervous about, but Jaskier wasn’t. This was simply a formality.

 “Marry me,” Jaskier said. He pressed a kiss to Geralt’s jaw to avoid his eye.

“Jaskier?” Geralt asked, taking Jaskier’s chin in his fingers and pulling him back up. It figured he wouldn’t let Jaskier hide. It was rude, though.

“Marry me,” Jaskier repeated, this time more firmly, and without wavering in his attention at all. A breath flew audibly out of Geralt’s nose. “I want you for all of my days, Geralt of Rivia, and then some. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.”

Geralt’s fingers carded through Jaskier’s hair. Once, twice, three times, before Geralt pulled him back in for another kiss. Jaskier’s heart pounded away in his chest, so loudly he knew Geralt could hear it, too. He smoothed his hand over Geralt’s chest, and imagined that he could feel Geralt’s heart. He imagined it was beating faster, too.

“Yes,” Geralt answered against Jaskier’s lips.

 The ceremony was long and arduous. Somehow, it felt more like a business transaction, rather than the joining of two hearts. Jaskier went through the motions distantly, and would have felt guilty over it, if he didn’t know Geralt was doing the same thing.

Jaskier found he did not miss this. He did not miss being home, no matter how grand the rooms were, or how for the first time in ages he woke up without aches in his back. The food was delicious and hot every time, and he didn’t have to sing for enough coin to pay for it. For the first time in a long time, Jaskier was comfortable. He was not, however, happy. The Path called to him just as loudly as it called to Geralt, and he found himself comparing the grand estate his parents owned to the decrepit Kaer Morhen. Jaskier knew which one he considered home now, no matter how cold it was at night.

If he had never left, would he have been happy here? Would he have found romance in the words the officiant said? Would he have some pretty lady’s hand in his own, her head full of the same silly things that had always been in Jaskier’s?

Jaskier glanced at Geralt, and found him peeking back. They shared a small, secret smile, and Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hand. Geralt squeezed back. No, he thought, decidedly. I would have been complacent. I never would have known there was more out there. He never would have found love, as he had with Geralt.

 “Geralt,” Jaskier said, stopping dead in his tracks. “Geralt, where are we?”

Geralt turned and eyed Jaskier curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “About a two days ride from Carrera,” he answered.

Jaskier stared at him, then from the field of wildflowers around them. It had been two years since he had asked Geralt to marry him. Almost exactly two years. And here, they were, in the very same field as that day. The wildflowers were just as bright, just as beautiful, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was cloudier, today, and therefore a little darker. But still beautiful. Still perfect.

“Geralt, marry me,” Jaskier said.

 Geralt raised an eyebrow. “Jaskier, I already agreed to--”

“No, no,” Jaskier interrupted, waving dismissively at him. “Marry me now, Geralt. Here. Right now.”

It was a suggestion borne out of desperation. Jaskier had to send word to his family that he and Geralt were intending to marry, and they had insisted Geralt and Jaskier come to Lettenhove for the handfasting ceremony. It was going to be beautiful, resplendent, even. His entire family would be there, even the other witchers were invited. Jaskier had already implored them not to. It wasn’t a royal wedding, not by any means, but it was a noble wedding. It was going to be terrible.

But this. Right here, right now. This could be for them.

“Isn’t that what we’re going to Lettenhove for?” Geralt asked, confused. He crossed his arms.

Jaskier nodded. “We’ll hate it. It will be everything my family wants. It will be loud and long and proper and official. It won’t be about us at all.” He gestured broadly at the field. “But this. This could be our real story. This could be our real memory, to help us… survive Lettenhove and the duty there.” He stepped up to Geralt and took Geralt’s face in hand. “I would have you here, Geralt. As you are. As mine.”

Geralt searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded.

 Their hands were bound together. They proclaimed their love in front of a large, almost entirely captive audience. When the ceremony was completed, they were presented to the world together, and their audience applauded.

For the rest of the night, they fielded questions, comments both supportive and snide. They were prevailed upon to make speeches and dance and thank people they had never met before. Geralt insisted over and over, to everyone, that he loved Jaskier, and each time he sounded as if he meant it, and Jaskier squeezed his hand. Jaskier insisted the same back, and went on one tirade so long that word passed not to question Jaskier on the matter again.

 They found a ribbon in Roach’s saddlebag. They didn’t quite remember the words, the vows that were supposed to be made over their hands, but they made up their own. Tying their own hands wasn’t easy, but they did it together.

No one saw their ceremony aside from Roach. They interrupted each other, over and over, to laugh and kiss and declare their love. They set up their camp right there, and made love under the stars in the flowers. Jaskier didn’t think he had ever been this happy. He had a feeling he would be this happy for the rest of his life.

“I love you forever,” Jaskier whispered into Geralt’s hair, as Geralt rested his head on Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Forever,” Geralt echoed, and pressed a kiss just over Jaskier’s heart.

 The evening was finally, finally winding down. Jaskier’s hand found Geralt’s as the guests began to bid them goodnight and a happy future. Some of them even meant it. Some of them were drunk enough to have some sincerity. Most were never going to welcome them, and that was fine by Jaskier.

He turned to look at Geralt, only to find him already staring. Their smiles matched and they shifted closer. They had survived. This night would soon only be a night. It would never be their wedding night.

“I love you forever,” Geralt whispered, leaning forward to say it into Jaskier’s ear and brush a kiss along the shell.

“Forever,” Jaskier echoed.

[iwillbeinmynest]

The Monte Carlo Job - Steve x Reader(f)   Chapter 2

Authors Notes: Here comes Part 2 Y'all! I hope you are enjoying this series. I know it came out of nowhere but I was feeling sad and wanted to just post something so I started a new series, even though I haven’t finished my last one... Anywayyysss, Have some more Steve!

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Y/N and Steve walked hand in hand back to the main floor of the museum where the actual Gala was being held.

The grand room was littered with tall tables and waiters with trays of glasses. There was a quartet in the back corner playing classical music and a small stage to the right with a lone microphone on it.

Bucky waved at them through the crowd and caught Steve’s eye.

“There you two are.” Nat smiled when they reached the table. “What were you up to, huh?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not what you think, we actually looked at the art.”

“Of course you were,” Bucky said. “Cause Stevie, here, wouldn’t dare do anything scandalous.”

“I would.” Steve defended himself. “I just happen to know the guy in charge of security and I know that all of the cameras are running.”

They chuckled.

“So,” Y/N looked around the room. “Who’s the target?”

Steve raised his brows as he scanned the floor. “Not sure yet. I recognize a few faces so I’ll have to make my rounds but I’ll let you know when I need a trophy on my arm to close a deal.”

Y/N smacked his arm and Nat and Bucky laughed.

“Please,” Y/N laughed, “If anything, you’re the trophy in this relationship.”

“She’s right.” Nat gracefully snatched two glasses of champagne from a passing tray. Bucky did the same. “You should hear the dirty things the women at our spin class say when you pick us up every thursday.”

“Excuse me?” Steve’s eyes widened.

Y/N laughed. “Oh come on, sweetheart. Girls will be girls, right?”

Nat held up her glass for a toast, “Here’s to another fantastic evening together. May we land a new client or have a blast tryin’.”

“Cheers!” They all raised their glasses.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *

Y/N and Nat usually stuck together and tonight was no different. They were standing a few tables over speaking with what Steve could only presume were other wives and girlfriends.

Steve and Bucky had been making their rounds, speaking with previous clients and making new acquaintances. These men were the richest of the rich, and that’s coming from Steve who lives beyond comfortably. The men tried to talk to Steve and Bucky about the military and people they knew that served.

It took Steve all he had not to roll his eyes, clearly these men had never seen war and the fact that they talked as though they had was infuriating.

“So, I say to the man,” A gentleman in an ascot smiled and waved his cigar around. “Either you pay me or I’ll send Howard!”

The other men around them laughed, Bucky and Steve smiled politely but shared a look.

“Well said, John.” Steve set a hand to the man’s back. “Excuse us.”

Both he and Bucky nodded and walked away from the table.

“I swear, Steve,” Bucky clenched his jaw and tried to take a subtle deep breath. “I don’t know why you make me come to these things.”

“I know,” Steve shook his head as they headed for Y/N and Nat. “But if I have to suffer, I’m not doing it alone.”

“I thought that’s why Y/N is here?”

“And make her listen to that crap, no way. I bring her so I can see her dolled up like that.” He nodded at his wife.

“We got lucky didn’t we?” Bucky watched Nat run her ring finger around the brim of her whiskey glass. She looked over and gave him a wink.

“That’s an understatement.” Steve smiled when Y/N followed Nat’s gaze and smiled at Steve.

Y/N and Nat excused themselves from the group of women and walked arm in arm to their husbands.

“You boys havin’ fun, yet?” Nat asked as she let go of Y/N and leaned into Bucky’s chest.

“Not at all.” He kissed the top of her head.

“How about you?” Steve asked Y/N.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Those women don’t know anything about what their husbands or boyfriends do. They’re just having a bragging party.”

“I wasn’t talking about prospective clients, babe, but I appreciate that your mind is on the company.”

Y/N smiled. “Well, you’re really gonna wish we’d landed one when you see the receipt for this dress.”

Steve closed his eyes and chuckled.

“Your girl has expensive taste.” Bucky teased his best friend.

“Nat picked it out.” Y/N clarified.

Both Steve and Bucky nodded.

“Now, see,” Steve grinned. “That makes more sense.”

Steve leaned down and kissed the side of Y/N’s head. “You ready to call it a night?”

“Yeah,” She smiled up at him. “I am.”

“Okay, then.” Steve held out his elbow and she wrapped her hand around it. “Shall we?”

As the two couples were making their way towards the exit, a man stepped out in front of them.

“Are you Mr. Rogers of Stealth Security?” The man asked. His Russian accent slowed his words but he spoke english well.

Steve held out a hand and the man took it in a firm shake. “I am. Have we met?”

“I’m afraid not.” The man straightened his spine and leaned his head back slightly. “My name is Petrov Lebedev and your reputation precedes you.” he grinned.

Steve raised his brows and lowered his arm, taking Y/N’s hand in his and squeezing it as an apology for staying longer. “Does it?”

“Yes. I have heard that you offer exceptional service in the matter of private security.”

A woman appeared at Petrov’s back. Y/N smiled at her but, the woman simply looked Y/N up and down then at Petrov.

Y/N was shocked at her blatant rudeness but kept quiet.

Beside her was another man, who could only be described as seedy. He was shorter than Steve but just as fit. His beard was stubbly and seemed to have a few scars in it where the hair no longer grew. He also eyed Y/N but in a way that made her squirm.

Steve didn’t miss that. He shifted his weight to land mostly in front of Y/N. “And who escorts you tonight?” Steve asked with very little patience, but he covered it with politeness to Petrov.

Petrov looked over and then back to Steve. “This is Sacha, my right hand and partner. And this,” He put an arm around the woman’s waist, tugging her forward. “Is Katryana.”

Steve nodded but didn’t address them. He turned to Bucky. “This is my partner, Bucky, and his wife, Natasha. And this,” he eyed Sacha hard, “Is my wife.”

Y/N straightened and tipped her head up. “Nice to meet you.” She made sure to only say that to Petrov, who hadn’t offended her, yet.

Petrov smiled then turned his attention to Steve. “I have an event coming up in three weeks in Monte Carlo and I am looking for a full team to escort myself, Sacha and Katryana around. I’m looking for everything from bodyguards to security during transportation and whatnot for the two days that we are there.”

Steve inhaled to speak but Petrov cut him off. “Money is no object and I assure you I can pay whatever you ask. Please, I want the best of the best and I have been promised that that is you.”

Steve recognized the touch of flattery but didn’t care for it.

“Well, how about I take your card and I will have my secretary check our schedule and see what we can come up with?” Steve offered. No way was he about to accept on the spot.

“Of course, of course,” Petrov smiled. “I do have one additional request though, which I understand might make a difference on the bill.”

Steve smiled and waited.

“I would like to see you there, personally. You can even bring your wife and make a trip of it, yes?”

Steve took a deep breath to unclinch his jaw and grinned. “We will consider it, schedule pending, of course.”

“Yes, of course.” Petrov pulled a card from the inside pocket of his coat. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Likewise,” Steve took it and slid it into his pocket without a glance. “Have a good evening.”

Steve took Y/N’s hand and escorted her to the foyer where all four of them collected their coats.

“I don’t like him, Steven.” Y/N said with a sigh. It was rare that she spoke out against a client but there was something about Sacha that she absolutely did not like.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He stood behind her as a shield, separating her from the ballroom, “We can discuss it on Monday. Forget about him for now.” He took her hand and kissed her palm.

Bucky huffed. “If Sacha had looked at Nat that way, I’d have laid him out right there.”

Steve snapped to Bucky and glared at him, “You think I didn’t want to?”

Bucky swallowed and took a breath. He held the door open for Nat and then Y/N and Steve. “I didn’t mean it like that. I know you would, I just-”

Nat put her hand on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “Let it go, baby.” She cooed and kissed him quickly.

Steve walked away to pay the valet. Y/N walked half way and waited for him.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said sincerely when the valet ran off to bring the car around.

Steve looked at her curiously, his frustration fading slightly, “For what?”

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “All of that. Sacha, Petrov, Bucky. And you know he didn’t mean it like that, right? He was just as heated as you.”

“I really doubt that.” Steve grumbled.

“Steve,” She said his name with a tone that urged for his attention. He looked down at her. “I’m fine. Totally over it. He didn’t touch me, everything is fine.”

“He didn’t have to touch you, did you see-”

Bucky passed with Nat to retrieve their car and Steve inhaled sharply.

Just then the valet returned and handed the keys to Steve.

Y/N took his hands. “He loves you, and me. He just talks too much.” She offered a small smile.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I know.” He fiddled with the keys to his Tesla.

“Don’t be mad at Bucky for something you would have done if the situation was reversed.” Y/N added.

Steve nodded then pulled Y/N into a tight hug, kissing the crown of her head. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?” She looked up at him.

He leaned down, close enough to kiss her. “Fix everything.” He smiled against her mouth and kissed her softly.

Bucky and Nat approached calmly.

Y/N hugged Nat and Steve and Bucky clasped arms in a firm shake. Steve nodded to Bucky and Bucky nodded back.

“Have a good night.” Y/N said to Nat with a kiss to the cheek.

“We will, you too.” She smiled. Both of them were relieved to see the balance restored between their husbands.

Steve waved to Bucky as they walked off then turned to open the door for Y/N. She stopped close against him before she sat down into the car. “Thanks for protecting me.” She patted his chest.

He took her hand and held it over his heart, “Always.”

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[bisquett]

Freeze The Moment (J.W.)

this is a jeff fluff i have daydreamed during boring hours at my summer job. it’s completely self-indulgent and if something doesn’t make sense then please forgive me for that. i hope you’ll still enjoy.

and i hope you’ll understand that when i told y'all that i love jeff, i really meant that -💙

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The sky was something else. The last bits of blue mixed with pinks and oranges which were turning into red in some places. The clouds were prevalent in the sky, but it only added to the beauty, as they helped the light refract. The sun was almost touching the horizon, changing the scenery above it with every minute it moved. Everything was juxtaposed with the still dark water that enhanced all the colors.

You were admiring the view in front of you from the beach. When you told Jeff that by the end of the month you were going to take a week off, he briefly looked at you from his laptop and without any hesitation announced that in that case, the two of you were going on vacation. You immediately got excited and jumped to him to pick a destination, but he quickly stopped you.

‘I’m picking. It’s gonna be a surprise.’

You pouted but eventually went with it. And it turned out Jeff couldn’t have done any better. He knew your weakness for beautiful beaches so he decided to stay in California, but managed to find a small quiet town with a lovely hotel right by the ocean a couple of hours north from LA. The roadtrip there went by quickly as you talked about anything and everything and sang along to your favorite songs. After that you’ve spent five days relaxing in each other’s company, swimming in the ocean and exploring the area.

You reminisced those past few days as you were watching the sunset. Evenings here had already got a little chilly and the wind from the ocean added to the cold. The two of you were sat on a blanket, both in a hoodie and with another blanket wrapped tightly around your bodies. You were sitting as close as possible, with Jeff’s arm holding your waist and your head resting on his shoulder. You sat in comfortable silence, admiring the view in front of you.

You were thinking about how happy you felt while being here. Besides lazy mornings spent in bed with rays of sunshine falling on your naked bodies, you spent your days quite active, cycling through the woods or swimming in the ocean. There were also evenings with romantic dinners, each of them in a different cute restaurant which, to your surprise, the town had quite a few to offer. And somehow you managed to drag Jeff to watch the sunset after every single one of them. You felt happy, lucky and completely at peace.

‘You know,’ you broke the silence, ‘I wish I could freeze this moment forever.’

‘Really?’ he laughed softly. ‘I didn’t know you like the ocean this much.’

‘Maybe I do,’ you replied teasingly, after which you let out a sigh. ‘But I also feel really happy right now. Like, peacefully happy. And it’s probably mainly the ocean, but I think your presence has something to do with it too,’ you ended softly.

You were met with silence from Jeff which didn’t bother you, because you knew he understood. But as you were about to look for familiar shapes in the clouds, he spoke again.

‘You know, it is actually possible to make this moment last forever.’

‘Oh really? How?’ you asked with a smile as you leaned forward a bit so that you could turn and look at him. There was a ghost of a smile on his face too.

‘Well, I know exactly how you feel. And I think that in order to feel this way forever I just have to have you by my side, always,’ he explained which caused your smile to grow bigger. But then he fell silent again and studied your face as if he was looking for something there and you were almost about to tease him a bit more but then he opened his mouth again.

‘So, y/n… Will you marry me?’

It came so unexpectedly for you that you just stared at Jeff with wide eyes and not able to utter a word. A thousand thoughts started running through your head that you couldn’t gather, trying to determine whether it was a joke or not. His face only showed certainty though, so you managed to ask ‘…what?’

‘I know I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t even want to imagine that. You make me the happiest man on the planet and I know you also make me a better person. So the only logical thing for me to do is to ask you to be my wife,’ he paused for a second. ‘Look, if this is about the ring then I can promise-’

‘No, no, no, no, I don’t care about the ring at all,’ you interrupted him quickly. ‘It’s just that… are you sure?’ you asked him with a hint of disbelief in your voice but your eyes pleaded with him for it to be true. Jeff’s eyes softened at that and he looked at you with nothing but love as he put one of his hands on your cheek.

‘Y/n, I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire life,’ he said with so much meaning in his voice that your eyes immediately watered at the words and a big smile started forming on your lips. He watched you intently and only then did you realize you still hadn’t given him the answer.

‘Yes. Yes, Jeff, of course I’ll marry you, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,’ you finally let out as you threw your hands around his neck. You saw a smile break onto his face and then you kissed him which wasn’t the easiest because neither of you could stop grinning, but you still tackled him onto the soft sand as you kissed all over his face with your tears dropping on him, repeating ‘I love you’s like a mantra. He laughed with you, keeping his eyes shut as you still attacked his face but when you calmed down a bit, he took your face in both of his hands and looked you deep into the eyes.

‘I love you too, y/n. With all of my heart.’

You smiled again and put your hands on Jeff’s cheeks as well and kissed him once more, this time deeply, conveying all the feelings you had for him. He responded with as much passion, deepening the kiss. You made out unhurriedly, knowing you had all the time in the world to enjoy each other’s company now. You smiled into the kiss thinking about it and you broke it, pulling Jeff to sit again. You were on a public beach after all.

‘I’m so happy,’ you breathed out, wiping your eyes while still grinning from ear to ear and staring into Jeff’s face which reflected your emotions. You leaned into his chest and squealed as he wrapped his arms around you. You stayed like this for a moment, taking in what really had just happened until he broke the silence again.

‘So, will you let me finish what I had to say about the ring now?’ he asked and you let out a light laugh. You pulled away to look at him.

‘Ok, maybe,’ you rolled your eyes but the smile never left your lips. ‘What is it?’

‘Well,’ Jeff started with raised brows before turning his eyes to you. ‘I actually have it with me. As in it’s in our hotel room right now.’

Your eyes winded at that confession and once again this evening your face expressed pure shock. ‘What? What do you mean? You got it already?’ you couldn’t possibly put the situation together, completely confused.

‘Yes, I actually got it as soon as we decided to go on this trip,’ your eyes somehow widened even more at the confession but you waited for Jeff to continue.

‘I knew I wanted to propose to you long before that,’ he was now fiddling with the sand between his feet. ‘I thought a little vacation like this would be the perfect opportunity. So I booked it and got the ring that I was already eyeing for some time,’ he sent a little smirk your way. But then he sighed heavily and looked to the sea. ‘I thought it would go perfectly, just as I planned. ‘Cause you know, I thought I would propose to you in that little restaurant we went to two days ago,’ he said, looking at you again.

You thought back to that day and it actually seemed like the perfect moment. You got a table which was a bit separated from the rest, just at the end of a balcony overlooking the beach and the sea. The two of you even got dressed a little nicer, because you were afraid you would stand out. Soft music was playing and there were candles and lanterns everywhere. Even the best romantic film director wouldn’t have come up with that.

‘Yeah,’ you laughed lightly, ‘I can see why.’

‘Right?’ Jeff said. ‘But I didn’t. And I swear it wasn’t because I chickened out or started having doubts,’ his eyes bore into yours now, hoping you would believe him. ‘It just… For some reason it just never felt like it was the right moment.’

He looked at you as if he was searching for the right words to explain what he was feeling.

‘I don’t know, it just felt staged. It felt too fancy and too much and not like you. That’s why I didn’t do it then,’ he explained with an apologetic look on his face. ‘But now, what you said… It was as if you were reading my mind or something. And I hesitated for a second ‘cause of the ring and all, but then I thought this situation is literally so perfect I couldn’t possibly pass on that opportunity,’ Jeff finished with a smile.

You couldn’t do anything but smile as well and throw your hands around his neck. ‘See, we’re reading each other’s minds. I couldn’t be happier that you chose tonight over that dinner date. Tonight was perfect and yes, it was so much more like me, like us. And also I may or may not have dreamed of being proposed to at the beach,’ you smirked at him.

Jeff looked at you with a smile too. ‘I’m glad then,’ he said knowing you really meant what you said. ‘I just wish I did it properly, with the ring,’ you rolled your eyes playfully at that. ‘I mean it!’ he continued. ‘I took it everywhere with me but to the beach. I was already too paranoid to lose it without these neverending amounts of sand all around me.’

You laughed at that. ‘It probably would’ve been lost the moment I pushed you into the sand.’

‘Knowing my luck, it probably would’ve,’ he said with a goofy smile. He then looked at you for a moment, staring deep into your eyes. ‘I can’t believe we’re getting married,’ he whispered with a hint of happy disbelief in his voice.

‘I can,’ you replied softly. ‘It makes so much sense. I love you so much and I knew I would marry you long ago. We’re meant to be, Jeff,’ you whispered the last part while you touched his cheek with your hand.

‘I love you,’ his voice cracked as he spoke these words and you could see his eyes getting wet again so yours did too as you smiled widely once again and he pulled you in for another kiss that left the both of you breathless and so happy and so in love.

You felt like you could stay this way forever, just holding each other, kissing and whispering words of affection, but the sun had set a long time ago, causing the night to get very chilly, so you grabbed your blankets and headed back to the hotel. You walked holding hands, Jeff’s thumb caressing lightly the top of your palm and your head leaned against his shoulder. The night has already fallen and it was very quiet except for the monotonous sound of small waves breaking on the shore. You enjoyed the silent walk, light smiles plastered on both of your faces, processing what just had happened.

As you reached your hotel room, you realized how exhausted you were from the events of the whole day. You wanted to walk straight to your bed and cuddle with your now fiancé, but you’d barely managed to cross the threshold before he stopped you.

‘Wait, wait, wait,’ he quickly said closing the door. ‘Stay here for a moment. And close your eyes.’

‘Jeff…’ you sighed out but with no real exasperation in your voice and complied. You heard him move past you and into the room followed by some rustling coming from suitcases. A few seconds later he was coming back to you.

‘Ok,’ he said softly from right in front of you, ‘open your eyes.’

You did as he said to see Jeff’s face once again. He smiled at you and then cleared his throat.

‘I love you so much, y/n, and you deserve to be proposed to in the right way so…’ he trailed off and to your complete surprise started to get on one knee.

‘Oh my god, what are you doing? You don’t have to, come on-’ you tried to stop him, not really able to contain your laughter, but he caught your hand and looked up at you.

‘Stop it, baby, please let me do this,’ he pleaded with you.

‘Ok,’ you agreed with a roll of your eyes. He now held both of your hands in his and looked into your eyes without faltering.

‘Y/n y/l/n, I- I love you so much I can’t find the words to properly express it,’ he swallowed, emotions clearly visible in his face. ‘I knew I love you ever since I walked in on you dancing with Nerf in your arms in my apartment,’ you let out a laugh at the memory of that with tears already streaming down your cheeks while Jeff continued. ‘You’re the best person I’ve ever met and you make me excited to wake up every day. You’re there for me through all my highs and lows and you help me be the best person I can. You’re the smartest, kindest and most beautiful woman I know and the perspective of spending the rest of my life with you is like all my dreams coming true. So, for the second time tonight,’ Jeff let go of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a box with the infamous ring, ‘y/n, will you marry me?’ he ended with a small knowing smile.

You were full on in tears by this point and couldn’t bring yourself to answer through the sobs caused by all the emotions from today so you just nodded frantically while Jeff grabbed your shaky hand and slipped the ring on your finger. When he did, you quickly pulled him up and threw yourself into his arms.

‘You’re so stupid for making me cry like this twice, oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do that, really, you really didn’t, I love you so damn much!’ you were crying and screaming into Jeff’s ear and he just held you tighter and laughed at your reaction.

‘And the ring is so beautiful, it’s literally so pretty, I can’t believe it, I’m so lucky!’ you kept on going until Jeff pulled away slightly to look at your face.

‘I love you, I feel like in a daze, holy shit this is so much for one day,’ you looked at him laughing. ‘I love you, I love you so so so much,’ you added in a whisper.

‘I love you too,’ Jeff replied simply. He then took your tear-stained face into his hands and kissed you and you kissed him back with as much passion.

And you were happy because you loved him and you were going to marry him and you knew that this was meant to be.

And you knew you two would live happily ever after.

And you did.

[artificialqueens]

i don't want to be alone anymore (branjie) -- frenchy

a/n: hi hi!! i want to thank you all for the love on my first part of this story, i appreciate that more than you know!!! i decided to give it a second part, though both can be read on their own. & yes i am running this billy joel song title theme with the names. ps. i can be found at alaskathunder on tumblr & also now at frenchys on ao3, where these will end up eventually, along with others, i definitely plan to write more things & pairings soon. hope y'all enjoy, angels!! <3

@Bhytes1: @VanessaVanjie I’m going to Starbucks you want something?

*****

Brooke wasn’t sure how they did it, how they proceeded to shamelessly flirt online as if their private kiss hadn’t even happened only a few nights ago. If it wasn’t for the video evidence, she could have sworn that entire night was a fever dream. Part of her almost wished that she didn’t remember it so vividly, that the way Vanessa touched her and kissed her with no audience wasn’t so detailed in her head. Wished she didn’t have to stop herself from smiling when she remembered it.

It was one thing remembering and thinking about the kiss – she couldn’t change that that happened, and that she didn’t stop it. If anything, she wanted it. She knew it was partly on her for leaning into it, and for getting upset that it hadn’t lasted even longer. She couldn’t blame Vanessa for that. But she could blame Vanessa for what she said.

“At some point we have to quit pretending like this is only for the fans.”

If Brooke thought she was over analyzing these social media interactions before, she was even more fucked now. She only assumed this is how the fans felt on the daily, trying to decipher everything, trying to figure out if this was all Vanessa playing into the contract or using it to hint at how she really felt. How she still felt.

It was futile to put any music on as she took her time getting into drag for the viewing party tonight, where she’d be joining Phi Phi O’hara in a screening of episode 5 – the Monster Ball. No attempts at turning up said music could stop her mind from being only focused on Vanessa, on the moment they shared, on the fact that she had to spend another night reliving the honeymoon phase of their relationship on a giant screen in front of an audience.

Just as Brooke anticipated, it was rough. No. Rough was an understatement. She was conscious of how often she gazed dreamily into the screen, star-eyed. Watching them kiss, and comfort each other, and not be able to predict their fate.

She didn’t expect anyone else to notice, too.

“Can I ask you something? Without you getting defensive?” Phi Phi asked after the episode and Brooke’s consequent performance, standing against the closed dressing room door. She kept her distance, her prodding question accompanied by a sensitive color in her voice. Brooke knew she was trying her best to sound open minded, borderline empathetic.

Brooke sighed. “Shoot,” she encouraged the other queen, but didn’t look up. Phi Phi’s second question was enough to warn her that this wouldn’t be a lighthearted conversation.

“If it wasn’t for the fans. Or the publicity, or the ratings, or the – you get the point,” Phi Phi cut herself off, presuming that Brooke heard enough synonyms. “Would you care?”

Brooke stopped fiddling with her bobby pin, blinking up at Phi Phi through the mirror. “What do you mean?”

“Would you be able to stop all this weird, mysterious twitter stuff tomorrow and not give it a second thought?” Phi Phi wasn’t sure if Brooke was just deflecting, or if she was really that far removed from reality and genuinely needed the simplifying. “Not miss him in your life?” At the use of ‘him’, Brooke knew this was deeper than just not having Vanjie as a fellow queen and friend. “I know it’s none of my business, but if you could see what I saw – the way you watched that episode out there tonight – you’d be asking the same thing.” Phi Phi shrugged, and Brooke hated her for it. She hated how easily Phi Phi could get into her head and understand. Worst of all, she hated how Phi Phi saw it her duty to confront Brooke about it. Maybe she’d thank her in the future, but for now she was brimming with frustration.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, okay?” Another sigh, this one inspired by her own irritation and defeat. “One second we’re flirting and both understanding that we need to stop it before it goes too far. The next we’re –” Brooke stopped, closing her eyes as to stop herself from admitting to Phi Phi what went down the other night. Was it even a big deal? As big as she was clearly making it in her own mind?

“You’re…?” Phi Phi lifted an eyebrow, coaxing Brooke’s frustrated rant. Feelings could be spared for the truth.

Brooke took a deep breath, steadying herself, hands planted onto the table. “We kissed. Like, actually kissed. And I don’t know what her intentions are.”

“Well, I recommend figuring that out. Maybe talk to her? You guys are clearly not on awful terms, how hard could that be?” Phi Phi pressed.

You have no idea, Brooke thought. “Yeah, I’ll try. Thanks, girl,” Brooke smiled at Phi Phi, hoping her appreciation was evident.

*****

She was thrilled to finally share the photos taken of her Monster Ball looks, looks that proved successful in the challenge. She was especially thrilled at the comments regarding her final look, the one that she had fabricated herself. A storm of tulle and black fabric, off the shoulder, with a snake wrapped tastefully around her neck. The more she looked at it, the more critical, but she would defend her win.

She scrolled through the comments, smiling at the sufficient compliments and praise. How would she ever stop being appreciative of everyone who appreciated her back?

Her finger stopped scrolling upon seeing Vanessa’s Instagram handle, a blue check verifying it wasn’t a fan account.

@vanessavanjie: Put my snake around ya neck

She didn’t know whether to like it, comment some orange heart emojis and move on or to roll her eyes after what had happened the other night.

She chose a third option.

If Vanjie wants to keep playing this, then fine. I’ll play along, she thought before hitting send on the comment.

@bhytes: @vanessavanjie haven’t we already done that?

Brooke barely had time to think about the repercussions of her remark before she received a text, shocked at the speed at which Vanessa saw the comment.

Vanjie: Careful there Brooky Poo

Vanjie: Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea

Brooke felt her heart rate speed up with no gradual increase, immediately beating fast enough to shatter through her rib-cage and land across the room only upon reading Vanessa’s messages. She took a deep breath and typed, then retyped her message a few times, wondering if Vanessa was watching the dots disappear and reappear. Wondering if it was killing her just as much as it was Brooke. When did they turn into giddy teenagers again, instead of professionals with a common goal?

Brooke: What if i do?

She decided against adding a winking face to the end of her reply, but it didn’t stop her from immediately locking her phone and throwing it to her side. God, she needed a cigarette. And maybe a cold shower now. She’d revisit that idea depending on what her phone read next.

As if on cue, she heard the buzz of the phone ring through the bed. She took a minute to gather herself – or prepare herself was maybe the better way to put it. With a reluctance she could only blame on her fear of misunderstanding, Brooke let her hand approach her phone again. It was silly, she thought, how she could fear misunderstanding Vanessa’s intentions even after her initiation of the kiss making it fairly clear how she felt about them.

Vanjie: Oh

Two minutes ago. Brooke tried to ignore the way her heart dropped at the one-word answer; one she couldn’t even see herself replying to in a way that made sense. Maybe it was best left there, and Vanessa really was just adding a playful comment that held no substance.

She was moments away from plugging her phone in for the night and setting it aside with an air of defeat, when it buzzed in her hand. A message from Vanessa. She held her breath as she slid to open it.

Vanjie: You home?

She never exhaled quicker, and never replied quicker, either.

Brooke: Text me when you’re here.

Brooke couldn’t have anticipated what came over her to make her invite Vanessa to come over, if not beg her to come, following her last text with a sharing of her location and hotel room number. All she could do was thank the universe that they were in the same city, which was rare considering their consistent interviews, appearances and performances.

She didn’t think she had been this nervous about something since they first began seeing each other, minus possibly the night that the cast was revealed. And deep within she knew that perhaps her nerves were fruitless – what guaranteed that she and Vanessa would even do anything beyond talk? She wouldn’t dare get her hopes up based on an Instagram comment that was no different than their usual flirt-mance. But she also knew that she had to take this opportunity to confront this, whatever it was.

It wasn’t long before she heard a faint, yet urgent, knock on the door, though it felt like forever. Rolling her eyes, Brooke made her way to the door to the room, opening it with a look of counterfeit annoyance. “I told you to text me when you got here, bitch.”

“Shut up,” Vanessa was quiet, fondness diminishing the harshness of her words. “Can I come in or not?”

Brooke stepped aside, allowing Vanessa to pass her and enter the dimly lit hotel room. Brooke watched her for a moment, so caught up in the way she smelled and the way her hat sat backwards on her head in the most endearing way possible that she almost forgot to close the door.

“Don’t forget to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign out,” Vanessa called behind her, laughing to herself before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Brooke, who followed her into the larger area. Vanessa’s laugh didn’t linger after seeing Brooke’s humorless expression. “I was kidding.”

“You have no idea how hard it was, Vanjie, to watch that episode up there. Phi Phi actually clocked me, y’know. The way I looked at you up there. No doubt some of the fans did, too. It was the hardest thing. You don’t even know.”

“You think I wasn’t watching the same episode? I never said it was easy for me, Brooke,” Vanessa didn’t let her continue, nor did she let the incredulous laugh leave her lips, in fear of making Brooke more upset. “I don’t like watching it either.”

“I think I’m confused,” Brooke didn’t mean to change the topic so abruptly, but this had been bugging her for days. “This was your idea. It was your idea to take a break – said you knew the ‘pressures that came with TV’,” Brooke’s immediate dive into the deep end caught Vanessa off guard. If she knew that her visit would turn into her own interrogation, she would have stayed home. “You were the one who said this wouldn’t work, Jose,” Brooke stood her ground, arms folded across her chest. Vanessa didn’t like the way she looked down upon her. Cringed at the way her real name was used. “Why the change of heart?”

“It’s not a change of heart,” Vanessa countered, eyes lit with a newfound boldness. “It’s the… same heart, just. Tired of hiding it. Which, we can keep doing it, we don’t gotta tell anyone anything. But, B,” she stood then, moving to take hold of Brooke’s hands, forcing her to uncross her arms. “I’m not a fan of us lying to ourselves, to each other.”

“Yeah? And when you tweet another flirty reply or comment something on my next live, then what? I’m not a fan of not being able to tell the real from the fake.”

“Tell me this is fake,” Vanessa was calm when she said it, her words and the way she slid her hand to the back of Brooke’s neck serving as the only preparation for the way she brought their lips together. Brooke couldn’t act surprised, like she didn’t anticipate this after their texts and intuition that what happened in that office wasn’t a one-off thing. Her expectation helped her react faster this time, without letting Vanessa end the moment before Brooke had a chance to take action. It was a much necessary continuation of what they didn’t get to finish prior to Vanessa’s performance.

Her frustration, her passion, her longing all charged Brooke into flipping their positions, hands on Vanessa’s shoulders as she held the shorter man against the wall she had been leaning against, prompting a whimper to pass between them from Vanjie’s lips. This was no sweet reunion kiss, but one that had been months in the making.

Brooke could feel Vanessa’s smile after they parted, nothing but heat in the space between them (or lack thereof), their lips still phantoms on each other. “I’m waiting,” she whispered against Brooke’s lips, all victorious smiles. “Tell me.”

“Didn’t you already try this the other day?” Brooke didn’t return her smile, but Vanessa could hear it in her voice.

“Worked, didn’t it?” She carded her hand through the barely-there hair at the back of Brooke’s neck, oblivious to how badly Brooke wanted to kiss that damn smirk off her face. “All you been thinking about, isn’t it? Our kiss?” Brooke tried to step back, though she still felt Vanessa’s hand on her, the other one now coming up to rest on Brooke’s waist. “Shit, I gotta say, though, I think I liked this one better.”

“Yeah?” Brooke cursed herself for the teasing spirit in her voice, but for some reason, she couldn’t help it. Something about Vanessa was electrifying, intoxicating her even after a year. Kicking all her resolve and purpose under the hotel carpet.

“Mhmm,” Vanjie’s eyes lay heavy-lidded, her hunger telling through her gaze. Brooke knew due to her makeup-free face that her bedroom eyes weren’t painted on deliberately. She also knew that she held the same ache in her own body, wondered if her own eyes were as teasing as her voice. “You wanna Instagram live this or somethin’?”

Brooke found herself laughing more at the way Vanessa’s suggestive voice didn’t match her sarcastic question rather than the implication itself. “Oh, fuck off,” she laughed under her breath, swatting Vanjie’s chest as gently as possible, her hand lingering there. They both glanced down at the contact, reminding Brooke of the way their eyes had been jointly fixed on Vanessa’s hand in the room at the club, mindlessly tracing patterns into Brooke’s leg. But there was somehow more tension now, the tension only slightly more comfortable than it had been before. Less fear, but just as much caution and the question of ‘What are we doing?’ not yet obsolete.

It was Brooke who leaned in first this time with little hesitance, hand spreading out more against Vanessa’s chest, twisting delicately in her shirt. Her kisses transferred from lips, to cheek, to jaw, then placing open mouthed kisses along the shorter queen’s neck, evoking a throaty moan above her.

“C’mere,” Brooke wondered if she only imagined the rasped whisper, and she blinked back up at Vanessa, who looked desperate. Brooke noted the way her tattoo was coated red under the flush on her neck and chest, only the top of it visible from under her black T-shirt. She noted the way Vanessa’s breathing was ragged. She looked so fucked, so in disarray, and they hadn’t even taken their shirts off yet.

Brooke’s stomach knotted at just the suggestion that she had that power.

Vanessa pulled her back up, hands coming to hold the sides of Brooke’s face and kissing her with a passion that they hadn’t yet reached before. It was a kiss that guaranteed to Brooke that this wasn’t a convenient fuck, or make out, or just Vanessa feeling lonely.

“I have a flight tonight,” Brooke broke between their kiss and their gasping for breath. “God, I’d give anything to stay here. You know that, right?” She studied Vanjie’s eyes, needed to know that Vanessa understood her intentions. She’d rather do anything than have to look at the pout she looked at now on Vanessa’s face.

“You could stay. What’s one flight?” Vanessa whined, pressing kisses along Brooke’s jaw, her knee pushing between the other’s legs. “I miss you,” she breathed against Brooke’s ear, arms enveloping the taller man.

“You know it’s not that easy. This isn’t stuff we can put off, not like we put off each other. I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”

Vanessa sighed and slumped back against the wall, a hand coming up to run through her hair after the other had lifted her hat off. The broken connection between Vanessa’s flushed face and body, and her disappointed expression, broke Brooke’s heart more than she thought it would.

“That’s cool. I said what I said, and I know now that you’re not so innocent yourself, Miss Brooke Lynn, just like I said so,” Vanessa pointed a finger into Brooke’s chest accusingly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Who’s right again? Miss Vanessa Vanjie Isabella Mateo Hytes. Bam!” With a snap of her fingers, Vanessa pulled away from Brooke’s grasp, sliding against the wall she had been held against and back towards the door. Brooke watched her gather her things – her phone, only.

“Where are you going?”

Vanessa turned back around, puzzled. “You said you got a flight tonight. I can’t come with you.”

Brooke mimicked Vanjie’s pout from before, sitting herself down on the side of the bed and extending her arms. “You said you missed me. You made it very clear. My flight’s not until later tonight. You can stay. Until then, I mean. I want you to.”

And who was Vanessa to refuse that invitation.

[sweetpxsin]

Stray Kids During Valentines

Member: Strays Kids

Plot: Stray kids during Valentines

Genre: explosion of uwu = Floof

Note: Literally no one fucking asked for this but your welcome and HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVE Also wazzup my single bisses!!!

[ Masterlist ]

[ C H A N ]

•if y'all thought Chan ain’t doing the most you’re absolutely wrong

•he has been waiting for this special moment for a whole ass month

•taking mental notes of things you really like/want and items that are popular on valentines

•but just to deceive you he’ll just send a “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love” with your guys special heart emoji

•and as soon as you walk out of your apartment to run some errands Chan would let himself in and set to work

•being the sentimental little shit he is, as soon as you walked into your apartment he’d have your guys song playing with rose petals leading to him and the romantic dinner he had ready for you

•and it doesn’t even end there sis

•after a cute little dinner and maybe some slow dancing Chan would lead you to your bedroom where his biggest gift was

•on your bed would be your favorite flowers along with a couple of gifts accompanied by a huge teddy bear

•and to tie it all off he’d give you his goofy little grin before hugging you close

•ending the night with the both cuddled nicely together just enjoying each other presence

[ W O O J I N ]

•so you know how his nickname is bear?

•expect an abnormally large bear sitting on your living room couch

•and expect it to attack you in a hug...well attempt to...

•it’s kinda hard to hug someone when there’s a huge stuffed bear between you

•though after he’d gotten rid of the bear he’d hug you real right in his arms before telling you to get ready

•he’d already have a big day planned out for the both you in advance

•and when you came out all dressed and cute Woojin would have no problem with showering you in compliments and maybe  some kisses before taking you out on his adventure filled day

•he’d take you out for lunch at your favorite café and then take you to the new  amusement park you had been raving about

•and there he’d probably let you take as many of those corny couple pictures as you’d like

•because today was all about you and Woojin wanted to make sure that today was like no other

•after the amusement park he’d take you to that fancy restaurants he’s been meaning to take you to and have a romantic dinner with you

•which would probably consist of some flirty and reminiscing on when on you guys first started dating

•and end the night with you cuddled nicely in his arms

[ M I N H O ]

•he about to hoe this one out- I’m kidding...but am I?

•no but forreal he’s been planning this one out for a while

•except he wouldn’t let you know and simply act like he planned out a pretty simple date with you

•like he’d arrive at your apartment with a typical bouquet of your favorite flowers along with a  large teddy bear you had been raving about for months and your favorite movie in hand

•but half way through the movie he’d suddenly get up insisting you stay in bed while he goes tend something

•and while you continued to watch the movie he’d begin to set up for the romantic dinner just for the two of you

•He’d cook your favorite dish and have the dining room table nicely decorated with candles and flower petals neatly scattered on the table for some accents just like he had seen in the movies

•And when you finally came out to check on him the soft sound of a piano would hit you and lead you to your kitchen where your man stood a wide grin on his lips

•”Happy Valentine’s Babe.”

[ C H A N G B I N  ]

•Not wanting to be predictable Changbin would opt for a more toned down Valentines that he knew you’d still enjoy

•Changbin would get up super duper early and sneak into your apartment and make you breakfast that you could eat in bed, because his baby needs to start the morning off right

•and after he’d give you your morning kisses and tell you to get ready because he wanted to explore the city with you, even if he knew it like back of his hand

•He’d be super sweet the whole time too, like holding your hand in his coat pocket if it got to cold, talk to you cutely and gush to the old lady who ran the stand about how much he adored you

•Changbin would probably also take you to places that meant a lot to the both of you

•like where you both shared a lot of memories together

•to like reminisce and poke fun at your younger selves

•and afterwards he’d probably take you to the market and attempt to make a nice dinner with you (and try not to burn the apartment down)

[ H Y U N J I N ]

•Hyunjin had been listening to you closely for the past month or so

•and decided to no do all the cliche things on your guys first valentines

•since he’d rather do something he knew you’ve been wanting

•which is exactly why he showed up at your apartment in sweatpants, your favorite hoodie and a bag filled with your favorite movies and snacks

•of course he’d still bring a bouquet along with a new teddy bear to add to your collection

•but his main point for this valentines would be to cuddle you and watching movies and maybe sneak some kisses if you let him

•and he made his point pretty clear when he cutely buried his face into your neck before picking you up and rushing into your room

•he’d gently sit you on the bed before asking which movie to watch

•and when that is decided he’d jump onto the bed before cuddling into you, his head rested cutely on top of your chest

•and from there the both of would stay in each other’s arms, snacking on some sweets, having cute little conversations

•till eventually you both fall asleep in each other’s arms

[ J I S U N G ]

•being super soft for you meant he would do anything for you, even if it meant going on the Viking  

•but luckily for him going to the amusement park wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do for Valentines

•though honestly he would rather spend time with you than do all the  typical things couples did

•chilling in bed while playing games and watching movies felt the most ideal as long as you were okay with it

•plus he had a much bigger surprise for you that he had been working on for months

•since this year he decided to stray away from traditional valentine activities he decided that his surprise should be original as well

•and he’d probably show you his surprise when you guys were taking a break from your movie marathon

•like just out of nowhere “here listen to my new mixtape

•and it’s not even a mixtape it’s a fucking love song dedicated just for you uwu

•it’s kinda sappy but that’s okay cause it’s still a bop and only you can have it

[ F E L I X ]

•the moment he arrived at your apartment, to take you out, he’d be hauling a huge teddy bear on his back

•honestly the softest for you and even softer on this day

•you see it you like it you want it he bought it (I’ll go kms)

•no but forreal this boy is gonna shower you in affection

•anything you wanna do that day he’s like okay with actually heart eyes

•couples around you are shaking cuz it literally looks like you have Felix hooked and whipped permanently periodt

•like hoes better stay in their lane (I’m takin to you Karen)

•though besides going around town

•Felix would be a little bit more romantic and take you to an amusement when it got a bit darker outside

•and he’d win prizes for you, let you hold onto him during rides and kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel

•and afterwards he’d take you to a cute little restaurant where the both of you can be that disgusting mushy couple

•that the old lady running the store would gush over

•and after all that he’d spend the rest of the night chilling you with either watching movies or playing video games

[ S E U N G M I N ]

•Being sentimental and wanting to be a photographer if not a singer really worked in this boy’s favor

•because yes he’d take you out on that typical cute teenage date

•where he arrives at your apartment with flowers  and your favorite sweeties before taking you out to all your favorite places till the sun sets but that wouldn’t be his highlight

•and the moment you walked into the dorm you’d know something was going to happen

•partly because the typically noisy boys were nowhere to be found

•Seungmin would hurriedly leave your side telling you to take a seat on the couch while he fiddled with his laptop and the tv

•and before you’d even have time to question, your guys song would cut you off along with the sound your own voice

•while processing the video playing before your eyes Seungmin would plop down right next to you a goofy grin on his face

•not really minding when you aggressively punched his arm in half surprise and disbelief, having prepared himself for this moment for months

•after all he did make you cry on valentines, with this little film of all the precious moment you guys spent together, ranging on the spectrum of goofy to sentimental

[ J E O N G I N ]

•Have it be your guys first valentines he’d be nervous but since  he absolutely adores you he’d want  to make it the best

•so this cute little bean would take the time to make you a handmade card and pick out an arrangement of all your favorite flower in a bouquet  before making his way to your apartment

•but rather than arriving and wanting to take you out on some fancy date or some cliche adventure he’d rather take you somewhere where you guys fancied

•like the park that you guys had visited a lot together

•he’d set up a little picnic with your guys favorite snacks and nice background music ( courtesy to Chan )

•and afterwards probably run around the park with you

•take turns pushing each other on the swings

•being that cute yet gross couple that kisses underneath the slide

•taking cute couple picture just to capture the moment

•and when it got late he’d walk you home where you both would probably fall asleep watching movies

[hamilkilo]

Feathers

Prompt: Could I request PolyHamilsquad with a s/o from an abusive background who's very insecure and constantly judging themself and worrying what others think? But if you don't feel comfortable writing this kind of thing its fine just forget it. Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader TW: mentions of abuse, abusive parents, language, anxiety, insecure reader, mentions self harm, throwing up, crying, fluff, it's fluff A/N: hey! Thank you for your patience! This was a difficult one to write because I wanted to convey that the reader was insecure, but I also wanted her to stand up for herself. I wanted to show that she had changed since her previous situation! I hope this is what you were looking for! I banked on personal experience minus the caring boyfriends for this piece, so I hope y'all can relate! If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here! If you want me to tag something, please tell me! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy! Word Count: 1509 You stared at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed your hair one more time, smoothed your shirt. You fiddled with the hem, trying to get it to lay just perfectly across your jeans. You fiddled with the bracelets on your wrist, trying to get them to lie parallel with each other. You wanted everything to be perfect. Pristine. "Y/N? You ready to go?" Alex called, and you nodded to yourself in the mirror before you joined him in the bedroom. He gave you a once over and smiled. "Stunning." You rolled your eyes at him, and he took your hand. He was in casual jeans and a hoodie. He looked so effortless and cute. You felt like you looked frumpy. The others were already waiting in the living room, each casually dressed and still looking like angels. How did you even get these four? You tugged on the hem of your shirt anxiously. What if they thought you were frumpy? "Ready, mon chou?" Laf asked as he took your hand in his and kissed it. You nodded bashfully before they led you out. You got in the back seat of the Range Rover with Alex and John, who kept complimenting how cute you were, and they would brush their fingers over your cheek or pat your knee. They knew how self conscious you could get. They understood. Herc drove to the Brick House, your favorite pizzeria, and he parked. Y'all got out of the car, Alex helping you down, and you immediately adjusted your shirt. He took your hand and led you into the restaurant with the boys. They were loud, which put you a little on edge. Whenever you had gone to dinner with your family, it was quiet, regal. No one raised their voice. It was quiet chatter about how blue the sky was. Well, that, and it was interrogation time to see how well you were doing in school. Anything less than an A was intolerable. Other than that, you were expected to keep your head down. "Children are meant to be seen and not heard." "Y/N? What would you like to drink?" John gently asked you, and you looked up to see the waiter waiting for your answer. Everyone was staring at you expectantly. You had been too engrossed in your childhood stroll down memory lane. "Uhh, water?" You ordered softly, eyes downcast. You were always told to speak softly and to be withdrawn. If you spoke up, someone else might notice you. You didn't want that. You bit your lip as the waiter walked off and John took your hand. You looked over at him, and he gave you a kind, dimpled grin. "You doing okay?" You nodded, "Yeah. I'm just, uh, thinking about stuff." John squeezed your hand. "Well, I'm always here to talk if you want." You blushed, "Thank you." You squeezed his hand, then went back to blankly staring at your menu. "-and he says, are you ready for this? I don't think you're ready! He opens his fat mouth to say some shit! He goes, 'Mr. Washington, I'm sure Alexander thinks he knows the solution, just like he thinks that's a good fashion choice. Just because he thinks, doesn't mean he knows, do you get what I mean?' He said that! HE HAD THE SHEER AUDACITY!" Alex began shouting, and John rolled his eyes. "He's full of it, Alex. All that comes out of his mouth is shit-" John's voice began to fade out as you were drawn back into a spiral. When you were thirteen, you were friends with the neighbors across the street and a house down. They loved to play with you, and their parents loved talking to you. One day, one of the boys you'd hang out with asked about your dad. He said that some nights, he could hear your father screaming at you from all the way to his house. You tried to blow it off, so he asked your sister, who told your father you'd been telling people about how he screamed and got in your face and belittled you. He'd always said, "What goes on at home, stays at home." You swore, up and down, on the pizza that had just come to your table in the upscale pizzeria he took your family to, that you didn't tell him anything, but he refused to listen. He'd shouted, "All that comes out of your mouth is shit!" And he'd stormed from the restaurant, making a scene. You cried so hard you threw up in the bathroom, and your mom dragged you to the car. It was a tense car ride home. You still have scars from where you dug your nails into yourself from the anxiety. "That's unfair," you whispered. Then you cleared your throat, "Th...That's not true. You don't even know what... what they say when you aren't around... you... you can't possibly know... you aren't there... they're... they're more than a pile of shit, okay?" Your voice was wobbly, and you had to pause to take breaths. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You couldn't look at any of them. What if you offended them? Why'd you have to go and open your mouth? Why couldn't you just keep quiet? John squeezed your hand, "Hey, hey," he murmured as you trembled, and you looked over at him, biting your lip. "It's okay. I'm sorry; you're right. I didn't mean to trigger you. Are you okay? Do you need something?" You looked over and grabbed your water from the table, taking small sips from it while John rubbed your back. "Sorry, I've just been on edge lately. Bad day," you elaborated, and John nodded in understanding. The boys kept their voices down after that, and you sipped your water. John kept rubbing your back as the dinner progressed. When the food came out, you had asked for a cup of ranch to dip your pizza in, but the waiter forgot. You weren't going to say anything; it wasn't a big deal. You didn't want to make it a big deal. But John reminded the waiter for you, since he knew you hated confrontation of any degree. You lightly conversed with the boys as you ate, John making a consistent effort to pull you into conversation. John understood your situation better than the other boys. He related more. Once, when you had first started dating, you had admitted to him that you felt out of place. "I feel like it's me. I just, I feel like the bad things that happen are my fault. Like, I'm the bad thing. It doesn't matter that I'm not at my house anymore... it doesn't matter that my dad isn't here... it's my fault. It follows me. I'm a screw up... I... I don't deserve you..." you had started crying, waiting for John to leave, but he didn't. He had crouched on the floor in front of you, and he gently grabbed your shoulders. "Look at me, Y/N. That's not true, okay? You did not deserve to get screamed at. Have any of us screamed at you? Have I ever screamed at you? No. It's because you don't deserve that. You deserve better. What your dad did to you was not your fault. You are not a bad person. I've known you for a while, and I see a loving, kind, generous, good person. I've never seen you do a thing that would make you bad. Even if you did, I would still love you. We would all still love you. You aren't perfect, and that's okay. You don't have to be perfect. You are not a doll on a shelf. Messing up, not getting pristine grades, being late to an occasion, it happens, but it doesn't make you a bad person. You are a person. A person is a person. No matter where you've been or what you've done, you are valid, and you deserve to be treated like a person, like a human with rights. Always." He understood when you were triggered or stressed, just like you understood when he was on edge or aloof. You got each other. Birds of a feather, flock together. The boys knew, to an extent, how to help. They knew how to hold you and whisper to you after a nightmare since they'd practiced with John. They knew how patient they sometimes had to be when you were having a bad day. They knew the words you needed to hear so you didn't devour yourself. They knew, and they did whatever they could to help. When you got home from the dinner, they held you close, reassured you of how much they loved you, how perfect you were. They loved you a lot, you knew that, but it was still really nice and helpful to hear it. When they kissed your cheek, you knew that you'd be okay. They'd take care of you, they'd love you, they'd never leave you, and you would be okay.

[smutfornerds]

Keep Your Cool // Cisco x Reader

Request: Could you write a smut for Cisco and a handjob under the table?! :D

Warnings: oooh this gets steamy y'all. Also sorry this ones really short compared to most!

[librapinof]

Following Ancient History

Title: Following Ancient History

Warnings: ddlg ;; dan stripping ;; dan riding ;; not too intense

Rating: R, it’s your generic stripping smut

Author: lmao meeeee

Yes, this is adult content, you have been warned. *this also can be found in my oneshots collection on wattpad*

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/eI0kLiBSkH or on ao3

Summary: "Phil was entranced by the younger man dancing in front of him. His skin was surprisingly tan under the lights of his bedroom. The denim of his skinny jeans clinging to his ass perfectly for a long moment before the jeans started sliding down Dan's hips like they always did."

Word Count: 3170 (before edit)

Quick A/N: Here’s the link to the song this fic is based on  Enjoy it! I friggen love Adam Ant, and for those of you who don't know who he is, y'all missing out.

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"You know, for being two boys from England, we haven't really explored British music artists," Dan announced into the lounge one afternoon where he and Phil were relaxing to they're "Muse: Greatest Hits" playlist.

"Are you thinking of anyone in particular?" Phil asked as he turned to look at Dan, his eyes showing his curiosity at Dan's statement.

"My mum sent me a link the other day to this Adam and The Ants playlist. It got me thinking," Dan explained as he fiddled with his phone, looking for the link again.

"I've heard that name. Isn't that the musician that ended up locking himself up basically in the loony bin?" Phil asked, the name ringing a bell in the back of his mind, "I think he's even from this area," he added, not remembering why he knew so much about this guy.

"Yeah, same guy. He grew up and lives not far from here, that's why we vaguely know the name. He was in the press and stuff when that all happened and his name was brought up again not too long ago when he released a new album. But his original stuff is so wild, Phil. There's so much different shit going on all at once on one album I can't even begin to explain it," Dan said, connecting his phone instead of Phil's now to their speakers to blast Apollo 9 through the whole lounge.

The excited, mildly futuristic, beat blared through the speakers, a deep bellowing voice thundering through with an excited countdown from 10, only making it to 5 before the first verse was being shouted out of their speakers by and enthused and energetic sounding Adam Ant.

Without even realising, Dan and Phil's heads began to bob to the beat, it being amazingly catchy even if they had no idea what he was singing other than "even though NASA say we out of line."

"I kinda like this, surprisingly," Phil said as the song started to fade out, Dan pausing it before the next one could start.

"I may or may not have just downloaded the whole Antics in the Forbidden Zone album for us," Dan admitted with a shy chuckle, not yet going to admit he's already been exploring this artist for going on a week now, with plans for one song in particular that sang to him.

Dan then clicked on another song, Whip In My Valise, for him and Phil to enjoy, trying to hide the smile across his face because he knew what this song was about. When the line "your sadistic suits my masochistic" blared out of the speakers, he saw Phil's eyes go wide before a sly smirk made it across his face.

"You're going to get us interested in a man that sings of bdsm and torture?" Phil laughed as he bobbed to the song, it being rather catchy also.

"Hey, it's not far off from what you do with me," Dan teased as he winked across the couch to Phil.

"'I can't thank her, my Sunday Spanker,' Well, I guess you're right," Phil teased as he leaned over to Dan, basically laying his head in the younger's lap as they laughed together.

"Okay but, that's not all he sings about" Dan laughed, playfully defending this new choice in music as he let the song play, the cogs whirring in his brain as he the plan in his head finalised: it was going to be tonight.

Dan added the album Kings Of the Wild Frontier to their collection, putting them on shuffle together for them to listen to as they started work on dinner for the two of them but making sure to exclude one specific song: Strip.

The two of them found each other laughing and nearly ruining dinner at how distracted they were by the music and trying to sing along as they learned it. They took turns trying to chant and yell out the Native American calls that they heard along with the gibberish that was sang and chanted through multiple of the songs, they're favourite so far being Vive Le Rock.

After them finally being able to complete and eat dinner, Dan disconnected his phone from the speakers and scurried his way upstairs to his bedroom. Usually they just shared Phil's, but he had a few items he was hiding in his own room he was ready to surprise Phil with tonight.

"Yo, come up to our room in like twenty!!" Dan nearly screamed down the halls at Phil, his nerves getting to him mixing with the excitement of how well this could go.

"Alrighttyyyyy," Phil called back as he got to work on the dishes, figuring that would kill the twenty minutes Dan was asking him to.

While Phil was humming to himself to finish the dishes, Dan was upstairs in his bedroom trying to get everything in order.

He dug through his drawer for the pink bottomless panties, lacy thigh highs, and the garters he had to hold them up. He pulled on a soft purple jumper and his usual tight jeans before he hopped to their shared room and laid out on the bed on his tummy, waiting for an unsuspecting Phil to walk into the room. He played on his phone, mindlessly browsing his iTunes library with Adam Ant's Strip queued to play through speakers in their room while he awaited Phil.

Just as Dan's heart rate was starting to slow down, Phil made his way into the room. His eyes went straight to the bed, noticing Dan laying out but not suspecting anything out of their usual nightly routine.

"That's a really cute jumper," Phil purred softly as he sat on the side of the bed next to where Dan was laying, his eyes raking the small and soft looking boy up and down at his choice in clothing, almost thinking he was a little too over dressed for what Phil would love to do to him tonight.

"Too bad you don't get to take it off me," Dan murmured back as he hit play on the song and hopped right off the bed.

The bright, upbeat song blared its way through Phil's set up speakers as Dan hopped up off the bed, shimmying his hips and waving his currently very clothed ass in front of Phil's face.

It's at times like this, the great heaven knows that we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease like all lovers did through the centuries

Dan wasn't the best at being sensual, with is extra long limbs, lanky frame, and usual lack of confidence, but with this song brought something out of him, where he could really put on a show for his beloved.

His hips found the perfect match to the beat, bopping back and forth between having the right and left hip popped out while his arms found something else to do, his movements slightly jerky but matching the song perfectly. He pulled the collar of the soft purple jumper over his shoulder, exposing his hollow collarbones to Phil, showing off the marks he left there from they last time they got frisky with each other.

We're just following ancient history If I strip for you, will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you, will you strip for me? a-ha-ha

As the voice blared out a hearty "a-ha-ha", Dan pulled the soft jumper up over his head and tossed it across the room, his torso now bare exposed as he danced for Phil. His hips waving around as he twirled and danced, his hips thrusting just enough where Phil's eyes could barely leave Dan's crotch.

Phil was entranced by the younger man dancing in front of him. His skin was surprisingly tan under the lights of his bedroom. The denim of his skinny jeans clinging to his ass perfectly for a long moment before the jeans started sliding down Dan's hips like they always did.

Phil's eyes bugged out as he saw pink lace peeking out from the top of Dan's jeans.

"Like what you see, daddy? Just watch," Dan purred as he winked at Phil.

When it gets so hot, the end of the day You may find your clothes getting in the way If a pretty dress hides your true desire Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire

As the last line of the verse flowed out of the speakers, Dan ripped his jeans off with a practised skill, revealing his pink panties with the lacy, white thigh highs, and white garters holding his thigh highs from falling.

Phil's mouth fell open with an audible pop as he took in the sight in front of him. Dan's ass was cupped perfectly within the tight pink panties, his already hard cock peeking out the top in the front. As Dan bent over in front of Phil, Phil was able to see the panties had no bottom, and Dan was stuffed up with one of their larger plugs.

We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? a-ha-ha

Dan threw himself into Phil's lap, straddling his lover's thighs before crashing his lips into Phil's, no longer able to take the separation between them.

We don't need to see what the butler saw Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor All those sneaky looks gazing down on you Are no substitute for our rendezvous

Phil kissed Dan back with a new hunger within him. He had been aching to touch the beautiful boy dancing in front of him, and now he finally could. He let his hand roam up and down Dan's soft skin, trailing from his back until he was at the clasp of the garters, leaving them hooked as his hands grazed down Dan's soft, thick thighs.

We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? a-ha-ha

Dan ground his hips into Phil's, aching to create friction between the two of them as his constrained cock throbbed against the waistband of the panties.

"Please," Dan whispered into Phil's ear over the song as he trailed his hands down, slowly at first until he gave into himself, pulling at the hem of Phil's shirt, begging it upwards and tossing it aside to be found and dealt with later.

It's at times like this the great heaven knows That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries

"Of course, princess," Phil purred over the song as he reached around to Dan's tight little ass, pulling at and wiggling the plug Dan had in ever so gently, enough to tease his lover as he knew it was deep enough within him to rub against his prostate with every move he made.

Dan threw his hands to Phil's jeans, undoing the button and zip as quickly as he could and pushing them as far down Phil's thighs as he could manage with the way they were situated.

If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué Please don't say a word I'll just slip away I am not a man who believes in lies Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes

Once Dan had Phil's jeans down, he reached behind them to the bedside table for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his hands to rub up and down Phil's length. Though he was already stretched from the plug, Phil was not at all small, and as much as he liked a little bit of pain he still wanted this to be fun for both him and Phil.

Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight Be generous, I want it all tonight!

"Pull it out, I wanna ride you," Dan basically moaned into Phil's ear as his fingers grazed up and down Phil's throbbingly hard length. Phil's long, lanky fingers were still playing with the plug, and he quickly nodded and obliged, sliding it out smoothly and gently.

Dan whimpered softly as he clenched around nothing, quickly propping up on his knees so he could line himself up with Phil's cock, sliding down on it gently, but with purpose. He bottomed out in no time, pausing a moment to adjust before he began to bounce and grind himself down on Phil.

"God baby, even after that plug you're still so tight for me," Phil drawled out, his voice deep and thick with lust as he placed his hands onto Dan's hip bones, holding the boy steady as he began to move.

We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me?

The song soon started itself over, and Dan bounced himself on Phil's cock to the powerful rhythm of the song. He threw his head back as a loud moan rippled through his throat and out his parted lips as Phil's lips found their way to Dan's neck, sucking hard and nibbling on the taught, soft skin as he made sure to mark what was his.

Phil held tight to Dan's hips, guiding Dan as he rode him faster than he usually went for. He moaned against Dan's throat as he felt Dan's tight hole clench around his throbbing cock. He knew damn well he wasn't going to make it much longer after the show Dan put on for him.

"Daddy, close" Dan mumbled out as his head fell forward onto Phil's shoulder. His bouncing became more erratic and weak as his legs gave out to the absolute pleasure coursing through his body. Phil's dick was more than big enough to be constantly brushing his prostate and it launched stars through his vision to ride him.

"Me too, princess," Phil mumbled back as he guided Dan's hips, taking a bit of control from the younger male. Phil's hips were quick to match Dan's pace as they bucked up to meet Dan's ass with every bounce, guiding the two of them closer to the edge with every movement.

As they moved together, one of the elastics on Dan's garters broke, causing a run in Dan's lace thigh highs that just pushed Phil over the edge. His face contorted in pure pleasure and his mouth agape as he came deep and hard within his lover. He rode his high out for a long moment before bringing his focus back to Dan.

Dan's cock was leaking and begging to be touched as he peeked out of the lace panties. Phil pushed the front of them down, wrapping his long lanky fingers around Dan's aching cock to finish him off, his hips still bouncing up to pound into the other male.

"Oh, uh, Daddy," Dan whined out as he came, hot white ropes of cum shooting onto Phil's bare chest and hand as he came hard, bouncing erratically to ride out his high with his lover.

Dan's forehead stayed rested on Phil's shoulder as he slowly came down from his high. Their breathing was hard and heavy as the two of them attempted to catch their breath.

Dan whimpered softly as he pulled himself off of Phil's softening cock, warm cum now dripping down his thighs and into the lacy thigh highs still covering his soft thighs.

"How long had you been planning that?" Phil asked, wrapping his arms around the boy still in his lap.

"About a week," Dan answered, a soft blush creeping up his already rosy cheeks, "My mum sent me the album and it sparked my interest."

"Well, I have to say. I loved that a whole hell of a lot," Phil said with a silly grin wide across his face, his tongue poking out between his teeth.

"I'm glad because so did I," Dan laughed, his body weak at the sight of Phil's smile.

They stayed cozied up together for a moment longer before Dan piped up.

"Bath tonight, please?" He asked in a shy soft voice, looking up into Phil's eyelashes, batting his eyelashes ever so gently at the older male.

"Well, you did ask so nicely," Phil laughed as he stood up, setting the younger male down on the bed and pulling his jeans the rest of the way down and off before he scurried to the en-suite bathroom, quickly and efficiently starting the water for a joint bath for them.

"Galaxy or earth fizzer tonight?" Phil called from the bathroom to Dan.

"Ooo, galaxy please!" Dan answered as he meandered his way into the bathroom, leaning against the sink counter as his legs felt like jello and his pelvis was slightly sore and tired.

Dan watched with childlike amusement as the fizzer dissolved in the water, plunging the bath water into a deep black colour, and filling the room with a warm fall type scent.

"What did we get in it this time?" Phil asked, nudging Dan towards the bath as the fizzer finished dissolving.

Dan quickly stepped in and settled himself into the perfectly warm bath water and let his hands explore the bottom of the tub, searching for the little toy that had been hidden inside.

"Found it!" He called with an excited smile as he held up a small little key chain with a black heart hanging off the key ring.

"Oh, perfect!" Phil cheered as he took the key chain from Dan, setting it on the bathroom counter before he stepped into the bath, settling himself behind Dan with the younger boy placed between his legs so they could cuddle.

They sat in a blissful silence for who knows how long, enjoying the warmth of the bath along with the warm scent that came with the fizz. Dan's hands drew lazy patterns along Phil's arms under the water, a relaxing gesture he did when he was content with the situation.

"Hey darling," Phil started, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he thought of what he was about to say.

"Yeah, Phil?" Dan asked, his eyes lightly shut as he was enjoying the moment.

"But why does Dirk wear white sox?" Phil asked, trying to hold back the giggles on the tip of his tongue.

"Oh my god shut up you spoon," Dan laughed as he splashed water at Phil, his eyes lit up and playful.

"Oh you love me," Phil banted back, laughter on his face as he slid into his biggest smile, where his tongue was poking out from between his teeth.

"You're lucky you're right" Dan teased back as he settled back in between Phil's legs, not ready to get up and forcing Phil to stay cozy with them, his heart full of love as he appreciated not just how good Phil was at sex, but how carefree and fun he was when they were together.

//A/N :: the dirk wears white sox joke is a reference to the album literally titled Dirk Wears White Sox and in the song Don't be Square (Be There) it's chanted in the background. this whole write was a guilty pleasure for me just because I love both Dan & Phil and Adam Ant. if you're not into adam ant that's cool, i get it. still hope you were able to enjoy the fic tho :)))))

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monster mash (pharon)- lem0n_b0y

a/n- hi, hello, how are ya?! here’s a sweet little thing ive been working on for while! it’s pharon reunited, where sharon doesn’t recognize phi phi at a party and follows her to the back yard to flirt with her only to see it’s her old enemy. (also thank y'all for all the sweet compliments on taxidermy butterfly ♡♡♡)

The bass of the speakers make the floor buzz with vibrations. The ‘Monster Mash’ was playing at way too loud of a volume. All around Sharon is just people yelling over the music to have conversations that none of the party goers will remember. The floor is covered in purple cups, orange and black confetti and beer bottle caps. It was a very atypical college Halloween party.

Sharon wasn’t invited to the party but there were too many people to even notice this scrawny black haired girl with dumb dollar store devil horns mounted on her head who had wiggled her way in for free beer. Part of her thought the alcohol wasn’t worth the hearing loss she’d experience but when you’re working paycheck to paycheck, a free booze are worth it.

Squeezing through the crowds to get to a near by couch, she accidentally bumps into a few blondes that were busy chatting with slurred speech. They were all dressed as so called sexy school girls. From what Sharon can make out, it’s about some boy they were all preying over. Typically drunk girl behaviour.

Sharon finally took a seat onto the empty couch. She sat there fiddling with her bottle, tapping her nails against the sweating glass as she looks through her phone. No new messages were to be seen, which she expected. It was Halloween afterall, most of her friends would be at their own parties across town or asleep at the home. Admittedly, Sharon was bored. It was one of her favorite holidays, she loved all the traditions and colors of the child centric holiday. Of course there was adult fun, as shown by the party. She had gone to this party alone in hopes to find a girl to flirt with while she was there or to drink so much beer she pukes into a pumpkin head. To which she struck no luck with girls in the large house, none had stuck out just yet.

Part of her said she should just go back to the apartment and watch Hocus Pocus for the millionth time. Lord knows she needed some sleep before working tomorrow. The other part of her said she shouldn’t go home and to keep partying til some straight girl decided to try out a girl for the night.

Leaning into the couch, Sharon looks at the TV that was playing a classic movie to watch on this seemingly anticlimactic hoilday; Halloween Town. It wasn’t the best movie but it sure is a 'feel good’ kind of film when your 4 beers into the night. She watches the screen for what seems like hours when it is mearly minutes, her ears ring from the loud music and voices surrounding her.

Her eyes drift across the room to see some more kids pile into the house. The costumes vary from vampires to sexy nuns. There was always something distasteful about costumes that are made sexy in Sharon’s taste. Perhaps it just wasn’t her cup of tea after all.

In the incoming crowd, there’s one girl that finally catches her eyes. Another blonde enters the room dressed in a sheer white top with borderline lingerie underneath. A ridiculously sparky halo hangs above her head paired with what makes out to be white wings strapped to her back. With Sharon’s interest peaked, she tries to lean over the couches arm to get a better look at the young girls face. She had disappeared from her sight.

“Well shit.” She mutters to herself as she stands to what she told herself, 'another beer’. In reality she was in a hunt for the piece of heaven she had gotten a glimps of. Pushing back through the crown was one task but to look through the giant house for a little angel was another. Making her way to the kitchen, Sharon scans the room for the blonde girl. She pushes towards the cooler of beers to grab another bottle and attempt to see the top of her halo. Her sparky little halo wasn’t staying in place by any means, she was on the move. With her beer in hand, Sharon tries to follow her calmly to where ever she was heading.

Bodies repeatly bumping into Sharon, she slowly becomes more and more annoyed. Each elbow jab to the side pushed her closer to pushing people out of her way completely. Squeezing between the last of the loud crowd she finds herself to the backdoor where the there was significantly less people. She scans the backyard as she pushes hair from her face, looking for the halo. Luckily the angel was sat near the pool with a cup in her hand. She talks to a girl in a cape. Sharon guessed from the behind view that she might be a vampire.

Sharon makes her way towards the pool to try and chat with the angel. The air was cool which was good for someone like her who was wearing all black, Halloweens always seemed to be hot but the night was looking to be in her favor. The caped girl turns around to see the approaching Sharon. The girl had wavey black hair much like her own and the brightest blue eyes anyone had ever seen, but Sharon had seen them before.

“Sharon?” The girl calls out, perking up with excitement.

“Wait- Katya!?” Sharon quickly runs towards the pool to be greeted with Katya standing up for a hug. Grabbing her quickly, Sharon spins the them around. Katya was a dear friend of hers who she never really sees. Since she lives across town, Sharon never has the time or money to visit her as often as usual. Their reunion is filled with laughs and smiles as they hug for a long moment. Sharon ends the hug to begin chatter with her old pal. She had completely forgotten about her initial game plan.

“So why are you in town?” She questions, smiling wide to the equally excited Katya. “Phi suggested this party so I decided to tag along.”

Sharon’s eyes widen as she looks down at the awkward woman that sat by the pool on her phone. Phi Phi was quietly on her phone to wait til the girls stopped their reunion. Nodding to Katya, Sharon pulls her towards the glass door silently. She had made a big mistake. “We’ll be back!” Katya yells to Phi Phi as she is forcefully moved.

Leaning against the house, Sharon quickly pulls out her box of cigarettes to hand one to Katya and placing one in her mouth. “Why did you drag me over here? Aren’t you two okay?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes- we are fine. Perfectly fine. But I just spent 10 mintutes to push through a crowd to figure out who she was because I thought she was hot. That’s an issue.” She lights her ciggerate and hands the lighter to Katya. Sharon nervously smokes, sipping her bottle between each puff of smoke. “So why not just ask her to fuck?”

That was not about to happen. “No! No no no! That’s a terrible idea. She would definitely tell me no. We just became okay with eachother so I doubt she’d say 'Ya know what Sharon, maybe we could fuck after we just patched up a year long dispute over your ex girfriend.’ That is NOT happening Katya! Not in a million years!” She huffs as she takes a long drag from her already almost burnt out cigarette. She had zero chances of fucking Phi Phi tonight. It was not even close to a possible goal. “You could at least ask! If she says no just say 'I’m sorry.’ Then it’ll be okay, right?”

“That’s so awkward! If she says no, I’ll just say sorry? That’s so fucking akward!”

“Then just don’t ask, okay?! I need to go sit with my friend so you can join if you’d like.” Katya turns to walk back to her friend who sat alone, but is quickly snatched back by Sharon. “But don’t tell her I said any of this. Got it?”

“I’m pretty sure she can hear us from here.” Katya detaches Sharon’s hand from her wrist and walks to the poolside. Sharon leans herself against the side of the house, lighting a new cigarette for herself.

She thought to herself that may have been the most awkward conversation she’s had in awhile. How was she supposed to respond? Her old friend suggesting she simply ask her ex-enemy to have sex for the night was a crazy stupid concept. She knew better than to ruin that new found comfortablilty with Phi Phi. All she thought was she look cute tonight. That could be an understatement, she looked more than just cute. Sharon admits to herself that she looks hot.

Her eyes lazily staring in her direction, she looks at her angel wings. They were poorly made, as if they just came in a pack with the halo. She twirls her finger around a lock of hair, finishing up her cigarette as she turns to go back into the house. Maybe she should just go back home period, snag a few beers on her way out and get a taxi. Before being able to plan out her way home, Sharon is stopped from re entering the noisey home by a hand on her shoulder.

Turning quickly to see who’s touching her, she’s faced with angel she had followed around. Phi Phi has a smile painted across her face as if Katya didn’t just tell her everything about the conversation she just had with Sharon. Nonetheless, she stands in front of Sharon who could feel herself heat up with nervousness. “Oh- Hey.” Is all Sharon can blurt out. She was at a loss for words.

“Don’t act so stiff like you don’t know me. How have you been?” Phi Phi bounces in her place with a smile still on her face. Her happiness was so vibrent, Sharon could feel herself start to smile like an idiot. She fiddles with her jacket before speaking with a timid voice “I’m good! I’m good. uh- how much did Katya tell you?”

Phi Phi raises a brow before responding to Sharons nervous question. She turns around to look at Katya, who had quickly taken a liking to a young woman dressed as a Barbie. “What do you mean?” As Phi Phi turns back around, she cocks her head to the side ever so slightly like a confused puppy. Katya had kept her mouth shut for once, and Sharon was suprised. With Phi Phi now standing there confused, all she could do was try and change the subject from her slight fuck up. “Uh, nevermind that. So where are you staying nowadays?”

“I actually just moved back in town, Guess I just missed the area too much.” Phi Phi smiles wide, shaking the confusion into the back of her mind. She fiddles with her sheer top, awaiting Sharon’s delayed response. Sharon had been too busy staring at her costume. “Oh thats great! I’m still living where I used to.”

“The apartments? I thought you hated it there!”

Sharon smiles sheepishly, running her hand on the back of her neck. “I hate the people in the building, but it’s nice. Just me, myself, and the ghost that likes to knock down my picture frames in my own little space.” If only the ghost was a joke. Sharon had questioned the random falling of picture frames to be a spirit for quite some time now, but often just ignores it. Phi Phis eyes lit up at the ghost joke, she smiles and chuckles over it.

“Well how’s dating been since you and Alaska broke up? Are you two still friends?” Phi Phi was hesistant to pop the question regarding her ex. It was a well known fact that she hadn’t always liked Alaska during their relationship.

“I havent jumped into another relationship but of course we’re friends. It was for the best ya know? We still hang out all the time.” Sharon reaches into her pocket for another ciggerate and holds it between her lips. “What about you? Seeing anyone?”

Phi Phi smiles sheepishly at the question. She wasn’t much of a relationship kind of person. Being on her own was kind of her thing. She would have flings here and there with men and women alike but nothing steady, nothing worth mentioning. “Nah, dating isn’t my speed. Prefer to come and go as I please.” Phi Phi takes a sip of her beer and leans against the brick wall, watching Katya scramble to flirt with the gorgeous, tall, blonde she had met. “I guess I really like being alone. I have friends to make sure I’m all good, I don’t need one person to emotionally depend on for help AND have to romantically be involved with them.”

“Keep your emotions and your romance separate I see. Same old same old.” Sharon chuckles and leans on the wall next to her. She blows smoke out and flicks ashes from her cigarette onto the patio. They both sat in silence as they looked around at all the people who had found their way into the backyard. People pushed into the pool, guys flirting with girls and getting rejected, blunts being shared to top it all off. It was like the perfect party scene you’d see in movies. Sharon turns to Phi Phi who is still focused on the surroundings, almost looking on awe. She takes another puff of her cigarette.

“Looks like Katyas getting laid tonight.” Phi Phi says, watching as the vampire and the Barbie sneak to the back of the house. She sighs a little and sips her beer. “I should probably should go interven so I’m not left here alone.” Phi Phi steps away from the wall and adjusts her outfit, along with her angel wings. She looks reluctant and seemingly saddened. Before she could say her goodbyes to Sharon, she’s yanked back towards the wall by her waist. Sharon pulls her close, holding her in place. “Please don’t leave just yet, or at least let me give you something before you go and cock block Katya.” She smoothes down the shear fabric that she had pulled Phi Phi closer by.

Phi Phi looks confused but stands there willingly. The tight grip on her waist to with the gentle, smoothing touch makes her turn to putty. She watches as Sharon’s mind scrambles to find a reason for her to stay longer. Her eyes bolt around for something to distract Phi Phi long enough to forget about Katya. Watching as her nervous facial expression grows and Sharon’s eyes scans the surrounds behind her, Phi Phi moves closer, pressing her into the wall.

She stands on her tippy toes and cups Sharon’s face. Gently pressing her lips against hers, Phi Phi keeps Sharon’s face in place to assure she doesn’t pull away. But she wouldn’t, Sharon didn’t plan on moving away. She stayed still, soaking in every second of the strange kiss. Her cigarette falls from between her fingers, every inch of Sharons body turns to mush. Phi Phi slowly smiles into the kiss before gentle pulling herself away before getting too wrapped up. She looks Sharon back in her eyes that now appear glazed over. Speechless, Phi Phi just wraps her arms around her torso in a long hug. Sharon smiles softly before wrapping her arms around the smaller girl.

“I’m really tipsy, I’m sorry I don’t know how to react.” Sharon says quietly. Phi Phi nods and rests her head onto her chest. “You looked anxious about me leaving so I distracted you. Did it work?”

“Of course it worked. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. You look so cute as an angel.”

Phi Phi pulls away from the hug and looks up at Sharon with a big smile. “You wanted to kiss me all night?” She was genuinely shocked by it. Sharon was the last person she thought would want to kiss her, but Phi Phi knew she really wanted to kiss her. At least both of their wishes came true.

Sharon laughs and rubs the back of her neck nervously. She had completely forgotten that Katya didn’t infact tell Phi Phi about her chase after her through the party just to fuck her. Having Sharon, someone who used to hate Phi Phis guts, saying she had been dying to kiss her all night was a shocker. “Yeah… I actually didn’t recognize you when I saw you come in tonight and my first thought was I wanted to take you home with me. Is that too weird? Considering our history?”

Phi Phi laughs at the new found knowledge and smirks ever so slightly. Sharon sure did have a thing for blondes. “It’s only weird because everything about you is weird. But why don’t you just take me home, hm?” Phi Phi reaches her arm up and flicks the plastic horns that sat on Sharons head. She grins up at the now bashful Sharon. Her ghostly cheeks start bubbling up with blood at just the thought of this angel coming home with her. To her it didn’t feel like a real offer.

“Do you want to? Like actually?” Eyes widening, her nerves flood out in her speech, Sharon pulls a new cigarette from her pack in hopes to calm down.

“Only if you want to Shar-Bear. But considering I just held you against a wall to kiss you, proves that I would love to.” She bounces in her place, still smiling at the blushing Sharon. The offer starts to really sound good to Sharon as the nicotine floods her bloodstream. She takes a deep breathe before speaking. “I’d love to as well. This really is a full circle moment. From enemy’s, to friends, to fucking…”

“Oh shut up! I’m going to go tell Katya, okay? So she knows where I am.”

Phi Phi walks off to go search for her friend to make sure she was still alive and that she would need a ride in the morning. Sharon watched as she walks off to find Katya and she can do is smile. She was happy, but she wasn’t sure why. The random kiss from what was forbidden lips had really made her feel her heart thump a little harder. The harder heartbeats hadn’t been felt since she was with Alaska. Smiling as she takes in a long drag from her cigarette, she leans her head back onto the wall. A cloud of smoke is flooded in front of her as she exhales.

As the blonde angel comes running back, Sharon has finished her cigarette. Toss the butt down to the ground she holds her hands in her pocket. “Katya says she get me tomorrow morning if that’s alright?” Phi Phi abruptly stops in front of Sharon, attempting to catch her breath. Her halo had fallen crooked and some strains of hair in her face. Sharon smiles and moves the stray hair a behind her ear. “That’s fine with me. So, let’s blow this popsicle stand?”

[artificialqueens]

Hi, I'm The Emotionally Repressed Girl Who Ran From Her Latent Homosexual Feelings for Ten Years, Trixie Mattel! (Trixya) - Iris

Hi, Hello, Good day, friends!

I… don’t know what the fUCK I’m doing. But that’s okay because I love Trixya, and I’m willing to do anything for them!

Well, okay, like I said it’s my first try at actually writing and publishing a fic, so I’m bearing my soul(my soul is comprised of Trixya obvi) and hoping y'all enjoy this as much as I do. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated! This is a pretty indulgent fic for me, and it’ll primarily focus on the nine years prior to the first chapter! Lots of soft!Trixya moments tbh. They perform Rocky Horror with all your favorite queens(including the OG Queen herself), and honestly, I’m just excited to write it for you lovely guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I really hope you enjoy yourselves and don’t hate me for the angst that is to inevitably come!m Say hello to me at @wewouldbeheroes on Tumblr! I’d really appreciate the company!

Chapter 1: Fishnet Stockings, High Boots, & Delicate Conversation in Present December

Snow danced in the mid-December air as Trixie urgently walked down the cultural district of Boston, her hands shoved in the pockets of the long-coat that she borrowed from her mom. She was shivering and trying to remind herself why she thought a damn dress was a good idea for this climate. The air whipped under her skirt, and her teeth clattered for the third time in the last ten minutes. She was already exhausted, and the cold wasn’t helping. Why she thought booking a red-eye from Milwaukee to Boston was a good idea, she’ll never fucking know. Saving money? Fuck money, she’ll take the sleep and decent food, thank you very much.

           One month ago, Trixie Mattel got a call she’d never expect in a million years. RuPaul Charles, her director from a cabaret in Boston she worked at, nearly ten years ago, had somehow found her number, despite having no contact in all this time. God knows how, but Trixie always said RuPaul works in mysterious ways. They reminisced on the phone for hours, about old performances, and old friends. Trixie enjoyed the conversation, despite the fact she hadn’t had much to contribute. While Ru was off being a newlywed with his husband Georges, Trixie was working back in small town Wisconsin, helping her mom with her siblings and taking a receptionist job at the local elementary school. She can’t say she particularly disliked her entire existence, or that Wisconsin was just a reminder of everything she ever hoped she would never be, but it wasn’t all bad, that’s for sure. She contemplated leaving, but she wanted to help her family. And as her step-father so lovingly put it: “It was her duty,”.

So, there she was, in a dead-end town. Most of the kids from school had married by now, she was twenty-eight after all, and her friendships had all but fallen apart after Trixie had left for Boston. Most of them had even popped out a child or two, and Trixie found it hard to relate and/or enjoy one second of their company. So, when RuPaul had asked Trixie to spend a week at the Cabaret for a reunion performance she was hosting, how could Trixie ever say no?

After confirming her attendance, Trixie threw herself in bed, fully panicking. Was everyone going to be there? What if she was the only one to show up? What if she decided not go, and was the only who didn’t? She did enough damage when she left last time. What if they all hated her? What if she saw Katya? Of course, she’ll see Katya, she was as much a part of that cast as anyone else. How would Katya react to seeing her? Things would be weird, of course. Would she be prepared to handle that? Maybe Katya would just ignore her the whole time? Which honestly sounded like a pretty good option.

Her family, naturally, tried to discourage the trip. And they almost succeeded, too, especially with thoughts of Katya running wild in her head (like maybe Katya would throw a drink on her when she first saw her??), but Trixie realized if she didn’t go now, she never, ever would. She would just have to cross the Russian bridge when she got to it. She packed her guitar, her harp, and her suitcase and left for the airport the next morning.

           Trixie’s last time in Boston was potentially one of the best and worst times of her life. That was when things were changing for her. For better or worse, Trixie still wasn’t sure. She was only nineteen at the time, and how much can a nineteen-year-old comprehend about life-long lessons and impact? She found parts of herself she didn’t even know existed. And she loved that. But she also found a Pandora’s Box worth of things she didn’t dare try and open. And it didn’t take much for her to plunge back into Wisconsin, after barely making a home on these busy city streets. She did like it here in Boston. She liked the diversity, the hustle and bustle of city life. There was always something to occupy yourself with here. It wasn’t like Wisconsin, and that, perhaps, was the best part.

           Trixie, desperate to relieve herself of the cold, cut through a few alleys to get to the Cabaret, it’s funny, how well she still knew the Boston streets. She walked into a shabby-looking building, with broken lights, chipped brick, and ripped, wet, paper signs just outside the door. It’s clear the place had seen it’s better years, but Trixie didn’t seem to notice as she retched open the doors to get out of the cold. Warmth flooded her body, and she silently praised Ru for always being a cold blood.

           Expectations were rather high, as Ru always kept his cabaret as elegant as possible. Nice furniture, the smell of incense and a bit of alcohol reminded her more of home than her actual home did. And, she wasn’t disappointed. Barstools were neatly pushed in where they weren’t being used. High dining tables scattered the house, with equally high chairs, padded with nice, velvet cushions. Even the stage had a fresh coat of black paint on it, and the curtains had been replaced in the last ten years, she noticed. This was home to her, she wondered why she left.

          “… Trixie?”

           Oh.

           In an instant, Trixie felt her stomach drop to the floor. Already? She thought. She faced the bar, and the voice that came from behind it.

           “Katya. Hey.” She said shortly. This was not good. Not good at all. She hadn’t mentally prepared herself for an encounter this early. She braced herself. She braced herself for the potential yelling, for a drink to be dumped on her head. Anything.

           But nothing came.

           “I didn’t think you’d come to the reunion. In fact, Ru didn’t even tell me you were invited.” Katya shifted her weight and cocked her hip out as she looked Trixie up and down.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Trixie, deciding it was probably okay to move towards Katya, inched her way over to the bar.

Katya shrugged. “Dunno. I’m just surprised you came.”

There was a pause and Trixie took their momentary lapse in conversation to give Katya the same scrutinizing eye. She was slim as ever, clad in a white and black checked dress. She couldn’t see her legs behind the bar, but Trixie would put money on those muscular thighs being clad in fishnets and high boots. Katya’s hair had grown, in fact, it looked like it hadn’t been cut in the last nine years. Long, blonde waves, darker at the roots that cascaded over her shoulders. It had lots of volume, and Trixie can’t remember a time Katya’s hair looked like it had so much effort put into it.

           “So,” Katya spoke up. “Can I get you a drink?” Trixie was pulled out of her daze, and back into the reality of her current situation. Her stomach flipped again.

           “Oh, uh, water would be nice.” Trixie sat down on one of the barstools and began to notice the place was practically empty. There were a few lowly looking men, scattered at tables, but that was it. Trixie’s brow creased, the place used to be packed. “So,” she began, watching Katya move about behind the counter. “How have you been?”

           “Fine.” Katya set the glass down firmly in front of Trixie and popped a straw in the top before going about cleaning up a little.

           “That’s good to hear.” Trixie nodded, fiddling with the straw and staring at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room and not Katya.  

           Katya pursed her red-streaked lips. “You?”

           “No complaints.”

           “You still living in Wyoming?” Katya finally looked up from the impeccably clean shot glass she was wiping down.

           “Wisconsin.” Trixie corrected, finally deciding that her water deserved more than to just be played with and ogled at. She took a sip and cringed at the pink ring her lipstick left on the straw.

           “Mm.” Katya nodded slowly and tossed her rag beneath the counter, before folding her arms over her chest and gazing at Trixie coolly.

           Trixie shifted in her seat. “So, who’s all coming to this… thing? Our whole cast?”

           Katya looked down at her feet and back up again. “Uhm, Adore is flying in from Cali, I know. Violet still lives here and so does Kim.” Katya’s eyes roamed the room as she thought. “Plus, you, me, Bianca.” She paused. “We haven’t heard from Aja, yet. Oh, and Ginger is trying to get time off her rehearsals, so we’ll see.”

           “Alaska?”

           “No, I don’t think so. She hasn’t responded to anyone’s phone calls so…” Katya shrugged. “She’ll probably show up unannounced. She always like to make an entrance.”

           Trixie smiled at the thought. “Probably.”

           There was a beat of silence as the two ran out of things to say, yet again. Katya was fiddling with an end of her hair, and Trixie went back stirring her water.

           “How’s Ru? And Georges?” She knew perfectly well how they were.

           “Oh.” Katya smiled briefly, and Trixie got a glimpse at those perfect teeth. “They’re really good, still… really in love and… super gay.” Katya chuckled.

           “What about you? Still a lesbian?” Trixie regretted the words as soon as they passed her lips. Something passed over Katya’s face, an unidentifiable emotion and she crooked her lips and laughed.

           “Yeah, Trixie. I am.” Katya bit her lip. “Seeing anyone in Wyoming?”

           Trixie investigated her cup again. “Nah, no. Not a lot of pickings in Wisconsin.”

           “Not a lot of lesbians?” She mused.

           Trixie sucked in a breath and pretended she didn’t hear the question. “So why is Ru planning this little reunion performance?” She asked, her eyes elsewhere as she hoped Katya wouldn’t press the previous issue.

           Katya was silent for a moment. “A lot of us have moved on, Trix. We had good times, it’s been almost ten years and none of us even… text. Or follow each other on Instagram.” Katya shrugged. “You didn’t have to come, you know.”

           “I wanted to.”

           “…Well, I’m glad you did.” Katya pursed her lips again, giving Trixie a hard gaze. Almost a challenge. She didn’t respond, and, instead, rapped her nails against the bar counter. Trixie felt bad. What was she supposed to say to that? She knows Katya’s implications, and she wasn’t a lesbian. So why entertain the idea that they could ever be anything more than friends? Or even that? Katya was the soul reason it was so hard for her to come back here. She could face nearly everything else, she really, really could. She could face the girls scolding her for just disappearing almost ten years ago, she could face Ru, despite never calling like she promised. But facing Katya, was a whole can of worms she was so unwilling to open.

         “Trixie?”

          “Hm?”

“Let me take you on a tour, for old times sake?” Katya offered, coming out from behind the bar.

           “Don’t you have to work?”

           Katya surveyed the restaurant with haughty smirk. “Oh, yeah, customers are fighting for my attention.” Trixie glimpsed at the house again. The same lowly guys were minding themselves at their tables, doing God knows what.

           “Yeah, that’s true.” Trixie responded with a laugh. “Yeah, okay, a quick tour.”

           “Great, cunt, let’s start in the office.” Katya grinned softly in that Katya fashion, and came out from behind the bar, untying her apron as she did. And lo and behold:

           Fishnets and high boots.