#it was the last one on the rack so i felt pretty lucky

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shoutout to the guy who paid for my smoothie at jamba juice

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First impressions- Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Lorenzo Berkshire behaves like the perfect gentleman towards you, but what’s underneath that perfect facade? First impressions don’t last forever…

go to pt.2—> Second chances?

“Look, this one’s sooo pretty!”, your friend Jenny on your right hand side squealed excitedly.

“Oh my god, I have to get this dress”, Anya, your other friend, gushed while already holding five different ones in her hands.

You were also roaming through the countless racks, searching for a new and mature looking dress. In Hogsmeade, a new boutique had just opened and soon enough all the girls stormed inside to get the most beautiful pieces.

Inside the boutique everything was laced with delicacy, elegance and maturity. Three things you wanted more than anything to be a part of yourself. It was about time that you changed your appearance and became a young woman. After all, you were in your fifth year at Hogwarts already.

Not being able to decide between all the gorgeous clothing pieces you picked up, you took all ten of them to try on. Ten was definitely too many though, so some would have to be eliminated. The trying on process sadly didn’t do much for you, you still loved every single piece. Eventually, you come out of the fitting room, upset due to your inability to decide.

“Just buy all of them then”, Anya encourages you, “if you don’t they’ll be sold out and you will never get to try them on again”

That was easy for her to say. She was born into generational wealth and could buy all the clothes, or anything at all, that she fancied. On the other hand, you couldn’t just take home whatever you pleased. Still, you felt lucky that you had the money to buy one or two, so you eyed each piece you grabbed carefully.

“Ugh, they all would look so beautiful on me”, you groan, not wanting to give up even one of them.

When you turn around again to get your friends’ advice, they are nowhere to be seen.

Scanning the area for them, you unexpectedly make eye contact with someone who seemed to have been eying you. You stop looking for your friends, and take a moment to glance into this mysterious persons piercing blue eyes, perhaps for a little too long. He, whoever he was, appears to have taken an interest and started inching towards you.

Suddenly, after not having been able to place him, you recognize who he was. He was one of the guys who always hung around Draco Malfoy, who was a year above you. Even though you were in the same house, you have barely even made contact.

“You’re right”, he approaches you, looking you up and down.

“About what?”, you ask, finding it strange why one would approach you in this way. And as a guy, why would he be in this particular boutique. Was he perhaps shopping for his girlfriend or sister, you wonder.

“They would all indeed look very beautiful on you”, he compliments you charmingly, towering over you, a warm smile on his face as he said that. Sounds like he overheard your little dilemma. Surprised that he was so straight forward, you feel your cheeks heating up a little. While you’re smiling nervously, you manage to mumble out a thank you.

“It would be such a shame, if you had to leave them here”, this guy, whose name didn't even come to your mind, continued the sudden conversation. This guy surely had something planned, with the way he was leading it.

“Yeah, sometimes I wish I could just go shopping limitlessly”, you truthfully admit.

“So what’s your name, darling?”

“Y/n”, you answer while a thousand thoughts circled your mind. Such as how you managed to have caught the attention of this gorgeous, older guy— he surely must’ve approached you because he found you pretty right? And he just called you “darling” in such a heartwarming tone.

You didn’t like where your mind was wandering. All those thoughts, simply because a guy paid you the slightest amount of attention.

How long has it been since a guy had shown the slightest interest in you again? As if the exact time mattered, it had been too long anyway. You start doubting that you were maybe reading too much into his behavior—that your feelings were the ones of a silly little girl who just received some candy. So he called you darling, that doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Pretty”, he notes, “I’m Lorenzo by the way, but you can call me Enzo”.

Alright, you rethink, surely you weren’t reading too much into it. He just complimented you again, the second time within five minutes.

“May I?”, he gently asks, disrupting your small talk. Before you could even respond, he takes the clothes out of your hands. You weren’t sure what to make of this, so you threw him a questioning look. “Let me”, he says, afterwards smoothly grabbing your hand. “Let me what?”, you try to understand his behavior as you’re being led by him.

“Let me spoil you with what you deserve”, he responds so genuinely, but also as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You couldn’t even believe it. He had to be an angel fallen from heaven, with the way he was treating you.

This Enzo, whom you just properly met, was willing to spoil you like a literal princess. This is what teenage romance that your favorite authors write about must feel like.

“Are you kidding?”, you ask in utter disbelief. Not that you were complaining, but it simply felt too unreal, that someone would do this for you without even knowing you.

At the counter, you finally catch your friends, who have become victims of a giggle attack. They kept pointing their fingers at Enzo, maybe demanding some sort of explanation, but you yourself didn’t even know what to make of this.

All you knew was that within the next five minutes, he had paid for all ten pieces you picked out and was carrying the bags for you, like a true gentleman.

“I don’t even know how to thank you for this”, you tell him at the exit of the store, hoping he wouldn’t regret what he just did. What if he demanded you to reimburse him? No, he wouldn’t do that right?

“You wearing one of those would be enough of a thank you.” You can’t help but blush at his words, not believing your luck, that you met a guy this sweet. He was truly everything a girl could ask for.

Generous, handsome, tall, and caring—the whole package.

You saw your friends waving you over to them, so you excuse yourself. As he hands you the bags, his hand lingers on yours for a moment, before you let go and go over to your friends.

On your way you hear Enzo’s voice, causing you to turn around briefly.

“Meet me after dinner tonight, yeah?”

“Of course”, you happily obliged. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends about this perfect guy, and they couldn’t wait to hear the story either.

…

During dinner you kept turning your head to the right, hoping to catch a few glimpses of Enzo, who was sitting only a few seats away from you. You became rather disappointed when he didn’t notice you. Instead, he was laughing with all his friends.

“Y/n, what do you think?”, you hear all of a sudden, pulling you out of your admiration for Enzo. Totally in and out of your head, you try to remember what your friend asked you about. You also wondered whether Enzo had told all his friends about you yet, hopefully in a positive manner.

“Are you so in love with this guy you met four hours ago, that you can’t even focus on your real friends anymore”, she jokes, totally calling you out in your lovestruck behavior. The way you were infatuated with him, one could believe that he snuck you a love potion. But no, he was the first guy that you had ever felt this enchanted by.

In the last remaining minutes of dinner, you were mentally counting down the minutes. Only a little longer, you told yourself, then you could meet with him. Talk with him. Get to know him further. And eventually you would both lean in for a kiss and then…

“Dinner is finished, please go back to your respective common rooms”, Dumbledore's voice echoes through the dining hall, interrupting your daydream. As you’re getting up slowly, you tell your friends to go ahead. When everyone walked out, you saw Enzo separating from his friends to make his way to you. You could barely wait, having anticipated talking with him throughout the entire dinner.

“Hey”, he says, coming up to you.

You say nothing, replying with a simple smile. Deep down you were kind of scared of sounding overly excited, which could possibly scare him off.

“How’s it going?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”, you play your feelings down. You were better than “pretty good”, you were floating on cloud nine. If paradise existed, you were pretty sure that you were there already.

“I see you’re wearing a new dress, you look stunning”, Enzo says while looking you up and down, yet again. Your heart skipped a beat, overjoyed that he took notice. He really did pay attention to you.

“I’m glad.” Little did you know, and he did too, that you only wore this for him to see. It made you happy to know that your efforts weren’t in vain.

“Listen, how about we meet in my dorm?”, he suggested, “have us a little quiet place.” You instantly agreed, but told him that you would come by a little later because you wanted to refresh yourself in your own dorm first.

After all, you wanted everything to be perfect for your first date— wait, you stop your train of thought. Was it even a proper date? You weren’t sure, you’ve never been on one. Either way, you hurriedly skipped off to your dorm, informing all your girlfriends on your meeting.

Being the supportive girlfriends they were, they help you and give you pointers on your hair and makeup.

“I cannot believe that you’re going to be Enzo’s girlfriend”

“I’m so jealous, I wish an older guy would ask me out too”, they rave over your incredible luck.

“Well, I don’t even know if I’m really going to be his girlfriend”, you confess. He did seem interested, but after all you two were on completely different levels. What gave you comfort was that he seemed to be one of the nicer guys.

After one more glance in the mirror, you take off and ask everyone to wish you luck. You tried to be as quick as possible, not wanting to miss out on moments that you could’ve spent with Enzo.

Carefully, you sneak over to the boys’s dorms and you realize that you didn’t know which one Enzo slept in. So, you wander door to door, abruptly stopping when you recognize Enzo’s voice. His dorm door was open by a slit, so you lean in a little to listen. You knew it was sneaky, but you just couldn’t fight off your curiosity…

At first you couldn’t make out their indistinct words, but suddenly Enzo got a little louder. He sounded completely different from when you talked with him earlier.

“Fuck no!”, he scoffed loudly. You didn’t know what he rejected so angrily, but it only piqued your curiosity. You guessed that he was in the process of kicking his friends out to spend some time with you.

“Do you honestly think I care about her?” Enzo threw the question around. Upon hearing that you felt your heart standing still. Who was he talking about?

“Ok but if you don’t actually like her, then why go through the effort of chasing her down in that boutique”, Draco’s voice hollered all the way to you. After hearing that, even the tiniest hope—that he didn’t mean you, diminished within seconds.

“Yeah, you could literally have any girl you want, without spending a coin”, Blaise stated so painfully blatantly.

“You guys don’t get it”, Enzo defended his questionable, and apparently exaggerated, efforts to get you.

“My purchase barely cost me anything in terms of money, I have enough of that. But in return, I get a young, stupid and attractive girl who’ll do anything for me, because subconsciously she thinks she owes me”

Never in your entire life have you heard such a disgusting thing. For him you turned out to just be eye candy. A mere investment if you were being completely cynical.

Without wanting to hear more of what he had to say, you ran off back to your own dorm. His words rung in your head, stinging harder than you could have imagined. Back at your dorm, you barge in and burst into tears in front of all your friends. You’ve been holding them in ever since you heard his hurtful words.

After jumping on your bed, you instantly sink your head into a pillow. The darkness helped a little in blocking out everything. How could he have been so manipulative, and how stupid were you to have actually fallen for that?

His words may have been disgusting, but what was worse, was that they were true. Perhaps you would’ve really done anything he asked for in his dorm, had you not overheard their conversation.

With your makeup ruined and mascara running down your cheeks, you finally look up to answer to your friends’ concerns. All of them huddled around you, already comforting you even though they didn’t even know what happened. As you’re retelling what you overheard, you’re barely able to look them in their eyes. That’s how embarrassed you were.

When you were done, none of them could believe how sick and twisted Lorenzo Berkshire really was. Under that nice guy facade, hid a ugly and cunning playboy. At least Draco was open in showing what an asshole he was, this way he couldn’t really surprise you. But with Enzo, his first impressions were deceitful, which was way worse.

But under all your anger for Enzo, you were scared. Scared of the fact that Enzo was the first guy you’ve ever had real feelings for. Of course you only felt that way because he schemed and you fell right into his trap.

Still, a little part of your heart shattered upon the cruel reality. You didn’t want to believe it. A tiny guilt feeling part of you wanted so badly to walk up to his dorm again and to pretend nothing happened. It’d be easier than accepting his true intentions.

A sharp knock suddenly catches all of your attention. You must’ve been bawling out your eyes for a while now. You realize that Enzo had no idea about what happened and was still waiting for you.

“Can I come in”, you all hear him say from the other side of the door.

“FUCK Y-”, Anya begins yelling, before you immediately cover her mouth with your hand. You know she only meant the best, but you did it for a reason.

Everyone looked at you confused, trying to make out what you were thinking.

“Don’t let him know yet”, you whisper decisively, hoping he couldn’t hear you through the door.

They all ask why not, and truthfully you also weren’t too sure. But it felt more secure at the moment to not reveal your cards yet. Who knew how you could utilize the information you had. Ironically you learned that from Enzo in the past ten minutes.

“Is everything okay?”, he asks through the door, unsure of what was happening. What an amazing actor, pretending to genuinely care. How could one be so shamelessly two faced.

“You know what Enzo, I’m feeling a little sick”, you lie, trying to sound composed and calm. You couldn’t face him just yet.

“I'm sorry to hear that, I could-”

“I think it’s best if we just talk tomorrow”, you stop him before he could go on with more of his bullshit. In all honesty, talking to him was the last thing you wanted, but you had to sound believably fine.

“If you say so. Good night then”, and with that you heard his leaving footsteps.

“What are you doing?” Jenny asks you with a puzzled expression.

You explain to all of them that you need some peace right now to deal with your emotions and thoughts. The whole Enzo thing needed some time to be dealt with.

Since you were obviously in a bad headspace, they understand and leave you alone.

When lying in bed and processing your emotions from before, all the sadness, anger, embarrassment and fear—you suddenly feel something else too. You deeply wanted him to feel as foolish as you did too. You wanted him to regret his stupid little plan forever. You seeked for more than simply forgiving and forgetting, you wanted revenge.

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Leave the Door open | Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Bradley Bradshaw Masterlist | Main Masterlist

synopsis: Bradley's world gets tilted off its axis when he meets a certain blonde haired, green eyed female. based off this request

word count: 2.6k

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, mentions of nudity, fear, cursing, mentions of abortion, happy ending:)

His mind was completely blank, and that never happened. Rooster’s mind was always busy, hearing, analyzing, and thinking of everything and anything around him. It took a lot for Rooster to be speechless, but hearing you cry over the phone, begging him to come over right this very moment, had him forgetting everything. The drive to your place, which usually brought a smile to Rooster’s face was filled with eerie silence and dread. 

The two of you had been together for just over a year. Rooster could remember the moment he saw you, the girl sitting alone at the bar. The pink sundress you wore stood out against the sea of khaki and green-colored uniforms. Rooster had been eyeing you all night, mustering up the courage to go order you a drink. But all courage was lost when Hangman waltzed up to you and pulled you in for a tight hug. Of course, the pretty girl in the pretty sundress was waiting for the biggest douchebag that Rooster had ever met. And to make matters worse, Jake had sauntered over to the group, his arm around your shoulders and a bright smile on his face. 

“Who’s the girl, Bagman?” Phoenix asked. 

“This is my sister,” Jake smiled, “My baby sister, so no funny ideas. Even you, Trace.” 

And just like that, the courage returned to Rooster’s body. From the moment he introduced himself to you, till Penny called last call, Rooster was by your side. The two of you had hit it off immediately, the sparks flying so bright, you could probably see them from outer space. Hangman tried to do the whole big brother protective bit, but it was no use. If there was one thing that brought him joy, other than flying, it was seeing his sister’s bright smile. 

Rooster was so lucky to have you. You understood the world that he lived in. You knew how crazy and unpredictable his career could be. Some nights he’d fall asleep in bed beside you, and some nights he’d fall asleep in a bunk in the middle of the Indian Ocean. You got along with his friends, and could keep up with their ribbing and jokes. You also understood how important his career was to him. You weren’t too crazy about getting married and doing the whole kid thing. You just wanted to relax, see the world, and spend time with the love of your life.

Rooster had basically broken all traffic laws to get to your apartment as fast as he could. When you opened the door, his heart broke in half. Your face was puffy and red, tears still evident in your eyes. Rooster didn’t say anything but pulled you in for a hug. He could hardly make out the words you were saying but his ears caught the words ‘I’m so fucking sorry,’. It felt like hot lava was poured down his back as he stiffened, his mind now caught up with what was going on. 

He’d seen this all before. The cryptic texts, the odd behavior, and now you were in front of him crying and apologizing over and over. He had just hoped that this time you hadn’t cheated on him with one of his wingmen. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Rooster asked, rubbing your back slowly. You pulled away wiping your eyes and shook your head, “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong?”

“I-I,” You tried to speak, but your words were falling short. You held your face in your hands as sobs racked your body. Rooster felt nothing but anger as he watched you cry in front of him. He hated when they would cry before breaking his heart. He always thought it was selfish. 

“What did you do?” Rooster asked, crossing his arms across his chest. You just shook your head, gasping for air in between cries. Rooster huffed, growing frustrated, “What did you do, Y/N? Just fucking say it!”

“I’m pregnant!”

You could hear a pin drop as soon as you said it. Rooster took a step back from you and you felt like your whole world shattered. You shook your head and turned on your feet to rush down the hall, feeling that all too familiar feeling rises in your throat. You were surprised that you managed to push the nausea away for this long. Rooster was stuck in his spot as he tried to will his brain to function again. 

How did this happen? We’ve always been careful. I don’t get it. When did this happen? 

Rooster’s jaw dropped as he thought back to that one night six weeks ago, before his last mission. The two of you had been at Mav and Penny’s cookout for way longer than you wanted to be. But between the good conversation and the drinks, time had slipped by you. Rooster could remember stumbling through the front door, hands all over each other’s bodies, lips pressed together. He had taken you right up against the front door, both too eager to make it to the bedroom. The whole night you two spent tangled in between the sheets, both too lost in pleasure to think twice about putting a condom on. 

“Rooster.” 

He napped back to reality as the sound of his callsign fell from your lips. His honey-brown eyes looked around your living room with wide eyes, noticing the ripped-open box of pregnancy tests on the floor, along with the Target bag and receipts. He also noticed the empty water bottles around the couch and your shoes and coat kicked off haphazardly around the room. If there was one thing about you, you weren’t going to tell him unless you knew for sure, and it was clear what the answer was. 

“Bradley,” You called his name again from your spot in the hallway. He lifted his head from the mess in the living room to your small frame. You felt exposed as he stared at you. 

Rooster felt like he couldn’t breathe like the ceiling and walls were caving in. He felt sick to his stomach as you walked out of the bathroom, red tear stains on your cheeks. Your arms were crossed over your belly in a protective manner, as if you were protecting the precious life inside you. 

The life he helped create. 

“Bradley, can you-” 

Rooster shook his head, taking a slow step back from you. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you felt your heartbeat in your ears as you watched the man who you swore wasn’t afraid of anything, turn on his heel and out the front door. 

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“What do you mean he just left?” Jake asked you over the phone. You had called him sobbing after Rooster had left, “Where did he go?”

“I don’t know, Jacob!” You cried as you paced in front of your fireplace. It had been a little over three hours since Bradley left your house without a word. You had followed him out the front door, but he moved as though someone lit a fire under his ass. You yelled his name as he backed the Bronco out of the driveway and took off faster than the speed limit. It took all your power to not collapse to your knees in the driveway, but the moment you made it back inside, you were on the ground in a pile of tears. You had tried calling Bradley’s phone for almost an hour, every single time getting his voicemail box before you gave up and called your brother. 

Jake was the second person you had told about the pregnancy. You had been in a toss-up on who to tell first; Jake or Rooster. If you knew that Rooster was going to respond the way he did, you would’ve told Jake first, “He just left! I-I don’t know what to do! Jake, I can’t do this-” 

“Okay, you need to take a deep breath,” Jake said, cutting you off. He knew you were scared, it was obvious by the sound of your voice. He knew that kids were never in your future plans, but he also knew the type of person you are. You’d handle this in stride, with or without Bradley. You were raised by a strong single mother. Both you and Jake knew you had the strength and integrity to be a mother. But Jake also knew you wouldn’t want to raise a child alone if you had the option not to do so. 

“You’ll pass out from crying,” Jake said, as he drove up and down the streets. He knew there was probably one place that Rooster would always go, “I’m heading to a spot where I think he’ll be, but you need to calm down.”

“Okay,” You sniffled, sitting down on your couch. 

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jake?”

“Breathe.” You smiled at his words, “It’ll be okay,”

“Thank you, Jake.”

“No problem. Just know I’m going to be the favorite uncle.” Jake smiled. You rolled your eyes and said goodbye to your brother, before hanging up. Jake was right about where he thought Rooster would be. 

It was a park bench where his parents had gotten engaged years ago. The old wooden bench was tucked away by overgrown bushes and trees, but the look was still the same some 30 years later. Rooster had a picture, probably the last picture of all three of them, sitting on this exact bench, dated only a day before his father had died. The place had become Rooster’s escape, the quiet place he could go to clear his mind. He had taken you here once, creating a new memory and picture to last a lifetime. Rooster thought as he sat down on the old bench, about recreating that picture with his own child. 

“You left my baby sister in tears and in a panic,” Jake said, walking up to his wingman. Jake sat down on the opposite end of the bench with a sigh. They both sat in silence for a moment, looking out at the dark ocean, hearing the waves crash against the white sand. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the world.

“Thought you quit?” 

“I did,” Rooster grumbled, taking a drag of the cigarette in his hand, “Only do it on occasion. Don’t tell her that though.” 

Jake just shrugged his shoulders, “I think you smoking is the least of her worries right now.” 

“She told you?” 

“She told me,” Jake nodded, “She’s pregnant?” 

“That’s what she said,” Rooster said, throwing his cigarette bud on the ground and stomping it out, “And I just fucking left! God, I did the thing I promised her I would never do!”

“And that is…”

“Walk out when things get hard,” Rooster said softly, “She said everyone walks out on her, and that’s why it took her so long to say ‘yes’ to dating me… she didn’t want me to be like everyone else, and I did exactly that.”

“The difference though, you have time to fix it,” Jake said, “She’s at home, scared, a mess, and worried about you. She even used the words ‘Jake, what if he wrapped his car around a pole?’ You need to go talk to her. You’re the only one who can make a decision in this scenario. You know what is right.”

Rooster nodded and pushed himself off the bench, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jake said, “Go home and make things right. And don’t make me regret giving you this little pep talk.”  

Rooster chuckled and patted Jake on the back before getting into his car. Rooster stopped at a flower shop to get a bouquet of your favorite flowers before heading back to your apartment. He shed off his jacket, hoping that would help with the smoke smell. He took a deep breath as he noticed the only light that was on was in your bathroom.

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You lay motionless in the tub, your head resting on the side of it. You lit some small tea candles to give the bathroom a soft glow. Your body had started to hurt from crying and being sick. Your head was pounding and all you wanted to do was be surrounded by warmth. Usually, you had Rooster to do that, but you had no clue where he was.

Your head picked up slightly at the sound of the lock turning and the door opening. You sighed, hoping it wasn’t an intruder, but you knew it was more than likely Rooster, since he was the only one with a key to your apartment. Whoever the stranger was, knocked softly on the closed bathroom door.

“Baby? You in there?” Rooster’s voice sounded out. You stayed quiet, not feeling the strength to face him just yet, “Baby, please respond. Just let me know that you’re in there so I don’t have to go file a missing persons report.” 

You huff and sit up a bit in the tub, “I’m in here.” 

Rooster sighed and leaned his forehead against the door, “Please. . .” His voice sounded fragile and broken as if he had been crying, “Please, can you open the door?” 

“It’s open,” You said softly. 

Rooster pushed the door open, leading with the bouquet of flowers. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked in with his eye covered, trying to give you some privacy. The tub was large enough that you could have your modesty covered. He placed the flowers down on the counter and then sat by you on the ground outside of the bath. Rooster gently placed his hand on your cheek, and you nestled into the feeling.

“I am so sorry for walking out the door,” Rooster said, looking at your bloodshot eyes, “I don’t even know why I did that. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“It’s okay,” You said softly but Rooster shook his head.

“It’s not, and don’t say it is,” Rooster said, “I was there too, I partook in creating a baby, and I ran like a coward,” Rooster took a shaky breath, “I got scared, I still am scared. I mean, we aren’t married and we haven’t even thought about having kids… I’m terrified I am going to do the wrong thing. I’m absolutely shitting myself right now ‘cause I smell like cigarettes and I don’t want it to harm the baby.” You smiled at Rooster lovingly, “But I am here, for whatever you decided, I will be by your side.”

“You- you mean that?” You asked him honestly. You would be lying if the thought of exercising your right to choose didn’t cross your mind. You didn’t have a job currently, trying to finish your degree online. Rooster was busy with his new role at TopGun and taking every mission that came across his desk. You thought in the back of your mind, there was no way you could have a child right now.

“Yes,” Rooster said and you believed him. Rooster wasn’t going to force you to do something you didn’t want to do, “If having an abortion is what you choose, I will be right next to you holding your hands and fighting off those stupid fucking protestors with my bare hands. If you decide to go through with the pregnancy, I’ll let you curse me out while you’re in labor. I am right here, baby, you’d have to kill me to get rid of me.”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss Rooster. Rooster’s chapped lips met yours and placed a kiss full of love on your lips, “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you,” You spoke, leaning your forehead against his, and pushing a strand of brown hair behind his ear.

“I never, ever want you to know either. Baby, you’ll never be alone,” Rooster whispered, “I’m here.”

“We’re having a baby…”

“We’re having a fucking baby…”

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Slut!

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader (Slytherin)

Words: ~3.3k

Heavily inspired by Slut! by Taylor Swift

Seventh year was turning out to be the best yet as far as you were concerned. Sure, you were navigating the landscape of emotionally stunted seventeen year olds that also frequented the Slytherin dungeons and that you called your friends. And you also had your N.E.W.T. exams coming, as well as the inevitable detentions you were sure to rack up with your mischievous friends. And you also had the pressures of your pureblood family, and their expectations of you which were approaching just as fast as your graduation from Hogwarts. 

Alright, so maybe you were looking at a shit show of a year, but you were a girl of many talents. One of those talents happened to be romanticizing everyday things. Your uncharacteristic outlook on life (uncharacteristic for a Slytherin, that is) was what was turning seventh year into the best year. And that was directly related to the two boys you’d attracted with your whimsy, passion, and pretty smile.

Now, you’d dated before. However, you’d never had a friends-with-benefits situation before. And you’d certainly never had that sort of thing with an established couple. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were Gryffindor’s power couple and also the two most attractive boys in Hogwarts. (You were being generous by saying most attractive boys, because you all know that if you’d said people it would have included yourself and one Lily Evans at the top of the list). 

“And that, dear reader,” you wrote in your diary. “Is how I ended up getting invited to a Gryffindor quidditch victory party. A victory which they won against Slytherin.” You were making your last entry before trying to escape the dungeons without Regulus or Barty finding out about it. Both loving in their own ways, they were incredibly nosy when it came to your situationship. They were very protective of you and were already unhappy that the two Gryffindors hadn’t asked you to be theirs yet… Publicly. 

“I do love these victory parties though, I get to dress up for the boys and feel like an absolute goddess when they see me. Though I do wish they would just date me. I’m becoming tired.”

As you touched up your hair and makeup in the mirror before your escape, you wondered what the other Gryffindors thought of the sole Slytherin showing up to their victory fest. (That is, unless Regulus decided to get his shit together and just kiss Potter, then you wouldn’t be alone in there). 

You evaded wandering eyes and snuck out of the common room, wondering whether Remus or Sirius would walk you over. Typically one of them would come find you beforehand and snog you in a closet. You liked the feeling that they couldn’t get enough of you. 

This time it was Remus, sitting on a windowsill at the top of the staircase and holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Though when he saw you, sheer black tights and impractical shoes peeking out of your Slytherin cloak as you hurried up the stairs, he rubbed the tip of it into the stone and smiled down at you. 

“Hey, dove. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got hiding under that cloak. You know Sirius loves those miniskirts you wear,” voice low in the dim light, you gave him a soft smile. Merlin, he was beautiful in the moonlight coming in through the window. You wished you could have them. Sirius and Remus and you. It was a pipe dream. 

“And you know how much I love when you wear your shirt like this, it’s like you’re trying to entice me,” you murmured, brushing your manicured fingernails against his exposed forearms. He had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his necktie long gone and hair mussed. You were envious that you weren’t so effortlessly ethereal, but you also felt so lucky you were able to see him like this, touch him like this. You steeled yourself against the encroaching depression that tried to take over when you thought of this… thing ending. Which it surely would. Sirius and Remus were the perfect couple. But you would do anything to make it last, to be theirs, for them to show you off like they did eachother.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

The Gryffindor common room was a raucous place after quidditch games. You were able to slip in unseen, Remus shielding you from prying eyes with his tall and lanky figure as he ushered you up to his shared room. James was likely already downstairs, and Peter always made himself scarce during these things, so you weren’t too shocked to see Sirius shirtless, flicking his wand to dry his freshly cleaned hair. It was always a wreck after quidditch. Somehow the low bun he tied it in always got knotty. 

“Moony, I thought you were coming with my favorite Slytherin?” He teased, and you peeked around Remus’ arm from your spot hidden behind him. “Oh, there you are, princess! I thought he’d lost you along the way,” he smiled as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. “Come on, don’t be shy, let's see the outfit.” He never failed to make you feel pretty, and so you unclasped your cloak and hung it on the edge of his bed before doing a little twirl. Today’s was a pretty little black minidress with a swinging skirt that draped across your thighs in such a way that you had to buy it. You knew they would love it. 

“You’ve no right to be so beautiful,” Remus’ voice from behind you had you blushing. And you’ve no right to woo me like this, like you want to date me, you thought to yourself. You didn’t have time to wallow in your thoughts before he came up from behind you and wrapped his big hands around your hips, thumbs rubbing into your skin and making you forget all the reasons this was a bad idea. Just like every time.

“Maybe not, but she is and we can enjoy the view,” Sirius, shirt still unbuttoned, was approaching you like a lion stalking its prey. But when he was standing chest to chest with you, looking down at you with those pretty eyes, he was nothing but gentle when he reached up to tilt your chin so he could kiss you. He had you like putty in his hands, and as you opened your mouth to let him in, Remus cleared his throat. 

“You two do this every time. They’re going to notice we’re gone,” you could hear the fondness in his voice. 

“I think Rem wants a kiss, princess,” Sirius breathed against your lips and you giggled, turning in their hold to blink up at your taller companion. 

“Is that true, Remmy?” You wondered aloud, smiling up as his sandy hair fell over his forehead. 

“Well I’m never going to turn one down from you,” he smirked before leaning down to press his lips against yours. It was a gentle thing, but when he squeezed his hands where they sat on your waist and pulled you in you gasped, and you were suddenly losing yourself in the taste of him. Smoke and chocolate and his hands were reaching towards your hair when Sirius tutted at him and you broke away.

“Don’t ruin her hair, I’m sure she worked hard on it.”

“I don’t mind,” you said breathily at the same time Remus chuckled with a “Alright, let’s get down there.”

The difference with tonight, which you would have noticed if you weren’t hiding behind Remus on your way in, was that the alcohol hadn’t come yet, and nobody was drunk enough for you to get past them without being noticed. Potter has just come in with some others with their contraband firewhiskey and other beverages, and so when you stepped off the bottom stair, laughing at something Sirius had said, lips kiss-reddened, and heart eyes glowing… Well people noticed. 

You didn’t notice at first, too wrapped up in your two not-boyfriends. But you caught the whispers in the air.

“Isn’t she a Slytherin?”

“What’s she doing here?”

“What’s she doing here with them?”

Now, something you would write later in your diary went along the lines of: “As it turns out, everyone assumed Remus and Sirius were gay and that I was corrupting them.”

But all you could hear in the moment was the muttered “Slut!” from multiple directions.

Now, whimsical and romantic or not, you were a Slytherin and you had generations of pureblood rage instilled in you. You were away from your boys for the first time when you heard it. Uttered in the dim light, drunken words. But then a drunken Gryffindor boy tried to talk to you. 

“So, are you just fucking Lupin? Or Black? Both?” He cocked his head to the side, and your eyes widened in horror before narrowing in anger. You’d pulled your fist back, moments away from knocking his lights out when a strong hand held you back.

“Oh, Remus!” The random boy was too drunk to see how close he’d been to being punched. “Hey, I just wanted to know if she was your girl? Or Sirius’? If not, I’d like a chance to see what’s under that dress,” he smiled and winked salaciously, and you saw red. 

“Let me go,” you gritted out, pulling against the iron grip holding you back. 

The tunnel vision was starting to fade and you were beginning to notice others with their eyes on you, but you were seated in your rage now. 

“Pads, com’ere,” he must have been close by, because Remus hadn’t raised his voice.

“What’s going on over here?” His usually excitable demeanor was mellowed out by the alcohol. However you were red in the face and Remus was quite literally holding you back. 

“McLaggen wants to know whether we’re engaged in a torrid affair with this lovely creature, and if not-”

McLaggen interrupted Remus, clearly confused by the big words. 

“I dunno about all that, just wanted to know if she was with you. Because if not,” he wiggled his eyebrows… or he tried to. But with the alcohol and sweat it just looked messy. You were loosening in Remus’ hold, his strong arms always helping to bring you down from a high. He was like an anchor. 

“She’s with us.” The elder Black brother’s voice was deadly serious, no room for jests, and luckily McLaggen took the hint and fucked off. 

“You need a drink, pretty girl,” Sirius exhaled before turning to grab a new cup. People were beginning to look at you, wrapped up in Remus’ arms, and whisper. You felt the pricking of your tear ducts and you wrinkled your nose up to make it go away, which prompted Remus to gracefully spin you into a corner where he could tower over you and shield you from prying eyes. 

“You alright, dove? Want me to punch that tosser?”

You hadn’t yet unclenched your fists, and the tall boy in front of you used his own scarred hands to pry them open and gently massage your palms where you had little crescent marks embedded. 

“I think she wished you’d let her punch him,” Sirius shouldered his way into your corner, holding three cups of punch in his hands. “It would have been super hot, too.”

“They’re calling me a slut,” you whispered, not one to be easily moved by harsh words, this feeling was new to you. You couldn’t look up at them, still staring at Remus’ hands holding yours.

The two were silent for a moment, probably doing that thing where they looked into eachothers eyes and had quiet conversations. You always assumed it was lovers' telepathy. You were always jealous of that, you wanted it with them. 

“Princess, I don’t care what they say, and I don’t think you should either,” Sirius started, and Remus reached up to tilt your face up to face them. “You’re not a slut. And to be honest, this has been going on long enough,” your mouth dropped open on instinct. Was he about to end your… whatever this was? “We can put the rumors to rest, because we want you to be ours.”

With that, your mouth shut with an audible click as your teeth crashed together. 

“Officially, of course. Because unofficially… we’ve always been yours, darling,” Remus was smiling down at you and you swore he could have been a star in the sky the way he was glowing. 

“You want me?” It came out a little more needy and desperate than you wanted it to, and Sirius cooed at you. 

“Of course, pretty girl. We’re just idiots and didn’t know how to ask. So will you be ours?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded vehemently and used the extra height from your shoes to aid you in reaching up to crash your lips against his. You were mid-kiss when some fucker bumped into Remus who nearly knocked you over. 

“Hey, piss off,” the drunken boy slurred and Sirius pulled away from you (making sure you were upright and unharmed in the process).

“Don’t talk to our girlfriend like that,” the words seemed to come out of his mouth in slow motion and you watched as all the eyes in the vicinity turned to you. And then the whispering started, spreading across the room like a wildfire. 

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

“I’ll take that drink now, Siri,” you breathed, and your boyfriend (your boyfriend!) grinned and passed one over to you before giving another to Remus.

“Cheers,” he exclaimed, and the three of you clinked your cups together. 

What you would later learn (you seemed to be learning all these lessons after the fact) was that once the student body realized that neither Remus or Sirius were gay, it would be hunting season. The only issue was you couldn’t tell who was the prey, you or the boys. 

You weren’t sure if the people sending you withering looks wanted to be you or kill you, but those were somehow better than the saucy winks and up-and-down gazes that made you feel naked. 

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It all came to a head one Saturday afternoon. You’d been eating lunch with Barty and Regulus out by the Black Lake, enjoying the rare afternoon warmth, a cloudless day. The only way things could get better was if you had your boyfriends there with you. You were excited for a moment when you heard footfalls behind you, but the pace was too quick, the gait unfamiliar. You turned around from your seated position to see two Gryffindor girls you didn’t recognize approaching you, looking rather sour. 

“Salazar, save me,” you sighed, tired of dealing with jealous girls. At your comment, both boys looked around at the two outsiders. Now, typically, having Barty Crouch Jr. and Regulus Black lay their deadly cold glares on you was enough to send you running. But these girls were determined. “Let me handle this,” you muttered before dusting off your skirt and meeting them on your feet.

“What is it?” You cocked your hip, arms crossed, and stared at the two unfamiliar faces.

“We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” one started, looking you up and down with a sneer. Not a very convincing one though, you could tell she wasn’t used to squaring up, which meant these were likely girls younger than you.

“Can’t tell why those two chose you though, you’re just a regular boring girl. And a Slytherin at that,” you rolled your eyes at the second girl’s words. 

“What, can’t come up with any better insults? Not going to tell me I’m a slut? That I’m corrupting the school’s favorite golden boys? That I’m too ugly or too dull or too mean for them?” You couldn’t care less about girls like this, but something prompted your two friends to stand and flank you. You weren’t sure what alerted them, but you were glad to have them behind you for what came next. 

“Should have guessed a girl from a family of death eaters would be used to being called names,” one giggled nastily, and you felt your would narrow down to just see them. 

“The boys will leave you once they realize you’re just another follower. Wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a dark mark. Let’s see,” she reached for your arm and before she could touch you, two wands were pointed at her throat. 

“Don’t touch her,” Regulus growled from behind you. 

“You’ll regret it,” Barty followed, gleeful. He loved an excuse to scare people. 

She paled, and her friend scoffed. 

“Typical Slytherins. Let’s get out of here.”

“Run along, and go tell McGonagall that you were harassing another student. I’m sure she’d love to hear that,” you forced out a haughty laugh, and reveled in their nervous frowns. 

You thought it was over, but then you heard one of them mutter: “Of course she has two death eaters doing her dirty work. She doesn’t deserve-” 

You couldn’t hear anything else over the waves crashing in your ears. You were sure Regulus was telling you to let them go, but you couldn’t let them slander your two closest friends like that. 

“Hey!” You were agitated, and pulled the one that was being nasty by the hood of her cloak, effectively spinning her around and throwing her off balance. 

“What are you gonna do? Crucio me?” She laughed, unafraid. 

“No,” you grinned, a shark with blood in the water. “I just came to tell you, you have blood on your collar,” she looked down, confused. As soon as her face came back up to face you, your fist collided with her nose and she went down, blood decorating her pretty white dress shirt. 

“You better keep your fucking mouth shut about things you don’t know about,” you spat down at her as she cried, and you stormed back into the castle. 

You let your sleeves drape over your fingers, hiding your bruised knuckles, as you wandered the halls. You didn’t want to go back to the dungeons yet, but you didn’t want to face your boyfriends. Unluckily for you, they had a magic map that helped them find you. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” you were greeted by Sirius, and you felt a bit of the tension leak out of you as he and Remus steered you towards the Gryffindor common room. 

“Regulus told us something happened but wouldn’t tell us what,” your taller boyfriend said once you found yourselves in their shared room. You pursed your lips and clenched your aching fist, tear ducts stinging as you held back your tears. 

“I punched a girl in the face,” you admitted. You’d talked to the two boys before about how you were afraid of turning out like your parents, violent and cruel and heartless. You never hit anyone before. You stretched out your fingers at the thought, letting your knuckles crack with the effort. 

Soon you were seated on Remus bed, Sirius holding your undamaged hand while Remus tended to the other and you repeated what had happened. 

“Have people been bothering you a lot?” Sirius’ voice was soft and you nodded. 

“They all hate me,” you breathed in deeply, trying not to let it all get to you. 

“Oh, dove. They don’t hate you. They’re just mean-spirited and jealous,” Remus wrapped you up in his strong arms and nestled you under his chin. “If anything else happens, let us know. We’ll deal with it.”

“Preferably before my brother or Junior find out about it. We don’t need any maiming happening,” Sirius joked, and once again the air was alight with love and laughter.

And I break down

Then he's pulling me in

In a world of boys he's a gentleman

[moodymelanist]

Want to write the reverse of your wlw nessian drabble where cas doesn’t realize she’s gay yet but nesta thinks cas stares at her boobs a little too much to be straight

hell yeah I do. hope y’all enjoy this one and happy @nestaarcheronweek day 4 🩷 got the title from tangerine by kehlani hehe

Read on AO3 here!

“Are you going to keep staring down my shirt, or can we get this presentation done?”

Cass startled so badly at Nesta’s words that she nearly knocked over her water, only barely managing to catch the reusable bottle at the last second. “What?”

Cass and Nesta had been paired up as partners for their advanced writing requirement course, and they’d been making steady progress on their presentation in one of the library’s group study rooms. Cass was an education major to Nesta’s political science, and Cass had never been so excited for a group project in her life.

At least, until Nesta had shown up to the library wearing that shirt. It was just a simple, blue, wrap-tie shirt, but between the way it made Nesta’s eyes look even bluer than usual and the way it perfectly cupped her breasts, Cass was having a difficult time staying focused on the task at hand.

“Sorry,” Cass said, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt from being called out. She’d thought she was being more discreet, but Nesta had clearly proved that theory wrong. “I was just, uh, zoned out.”

“Were you zoned out the other three times, too?” Nesta fired back without missing a beat.

“I…” Cass trailed off, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound insane. “I just think your shirt is really… cute.”

Nesta Archeron was easily one of the most gorgeous women that Cass had ever seen. With her gray-blue eyes, bronze hair, and amazing fashion sense, Cass spent most of her time wanting to be just like Nesta. Granted, Cass was way too much of a tomboy to pull off even a quarter of Nesta’s wardrobe, but a woman could dream, right? And who better to dream about that Nesta Archeron, especially when she had on a shirt like that?

“Right,” Nesta replied with the most deadpan voice Cass had ever heard. She sighed heavily before shutting her laptop altogether, fixing Cass with a slightly incredulous look. “Are you ever going to get your shit together and ask me out?”

“What?” Cass blurted out, all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks. God, she hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I don’t—”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Cass, I can do this assignment in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure my gaydar was working.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cass answered. Okay, maybe sometimes she found herself staring way longer than she should’ve when it came to pretty women, but that was just… what everyone did. That didn’t mean she was anything more than a strong ally, no matter how many times she cringed when a man came near her.

“Don’t you?” Nesta asked, cocking an eyebrow. She leaned forward, a victorious little smirk gracing her lips as Cass’ eyes immediately tracked the motion. “Well that’s a yes.”

“It’s not my fault you have a great rack,” Cass blurted out, her brain to mouth filter evaporating altogether.

Nesta snorted. “I’m not making you look at it.”

“If I wasn’t looking, I’d have to be dead,” Cass muttered.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Nesta retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Before Cass could think of a proper reply — Nesta thought she was pretty? — Nesta reached out and grabbed a hold of Cass’ chair, pulling her own so close that there was no room to escape. Not that Cass was feeling particularly inclined to do that, anyway. It was dizzying having Nesta so close; she was pinned under that icy gaze and couldn’t back away even if she wanted to.

Cass didn’t want to.

“I’m going to finish this assignment when I get home,” Nesta said, her voice low and offering no argument. “Give you some time to think about… things.”

“Think about what?” Cass said back. She was hardly breathing as Nesta leaned in even closer, placing her hand on the chair in between Cass’ thighs for balance.

Nesta was close enough now that it would’ve been easy for Cass to lean in and kiss her, and find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Cass’ lips parted in anticipation, every thought in her mind besides Nesta emptying out like they’d never been there at all, and she was torn between leaning forward to kiss her or letting Nesta continue to order Cass around like she owned her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“That’s what I thought,” Nesta breathed after a few moments, her lips still dangerously close to Cass’ own. When Nesta laughed quietly at Cass’ reflexive frown, Cass could almost feel the vibrations on her lips, and God wasn’t that a thought. “You’re taking me to dinner tonight.”

“I— okay,” Cass agreed. God, she hoped she didn’t sound as dumbstruck as she felt; Nesta didn’t suffer fools, and Cass wasn’t trying to be one. “Whatever you want.”

Nesta finally leaned forward to press a kiss to Cass’ cheek, pulling back with a smirk. “I think we’ll get along just fine. See you later.”

Cass watched Nesta grab her things and saunter out of the room, the only thought in her head I love when women…

Well. At least one woman, that was for damn sure.

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[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 6

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,887

Part 5 ←→ Part 7

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Beth never thought she’d be asked on a date. A real one at that. If she thought she was freaking out the first time she had hung out with the Harrington boy she definitely was now. This time it did have labels, it was a date, at a fancy place that she wasn't prepared for. People in public would look on and be confused as to why she was with him and she'd be dressed up in some frilly dress, feeling entirely not like herself. It almost wasn't fair knowing that not a single person could accept the fact she deserved to be there, they'd just look at her and think she was pretending to be someone she’s not. A big girl brought out on a dare, bet, whatever kind of joke because there was absoltuley no way any self respecting man would ask a girl like her to a place like Enzo's.

Of course Robin didn't see the issue when she dragged her to meet Nancy at the store. Robin could accept her losses when it came to not knowing how to dress for a date. Lucky for her Nancy was nice enough to help anytime she asked. So she dragged Beth along, excited for her, expecially after her talk with Steve. She knew Steve would love her if he got to know her and that was exactly what hapened. He liked Beth a lot and it couldn't have worked out better that she made him spend time with her in the first place. Now she got to watch as Beth experienced happiness and the excitement of first love.

"This is useless, I'm too big to wear a pretty dress" Beth sighed, shoving some outifts down the rack and out of her sight. It was a waste. Any dress she remotely liked either didn't fit her boobs or it clung to her stomach. Something she wasn't exactly willing to flaunt. Then if she found one that worked it didn't have a back and she wasn’t willing to show off her rolls.

"That is not true Beth" Nancy told her as she shook her head. Robin put a comforting hand on Beth's back.

"Nancy is right, you can wear whatever you want. Social norms do not have to be to your standards" Robin told her, hoping one day she would be able to do this when she finally felt comfortable enough to be out with a girl she liked.

"Beth, we just have to find what accentuates you best but we won’t find that if you can’t recognize the beautiful parts of yourself” Nancy told her, eyes searching her own as she hoped Beth would realize there wasn’t a single ugly thing about her. Beth glanced nervously between the girls as they waited for her to answer Nancy.

“My shoulders aren’t bad, not as defined but I’m willing to show them off. I guess my boobs too” Robin giggled as Nancy smiled brightly at the girl, already having something in mind.

“See Beth, we’re going to find you the best outfit in the world” Robin praised and Beth chuckled before shaking her head.

“You know, it’s funny” Nancy said and both girls turned to peer at her, her continuing to grab options off the rack.

“What is?” Robin asked and Nancy looked up, a fond smile on her face.

“The last time I went shopping for an outfit for Steve Harrington was with Barb, she had made a comment to me that day about wishing how she could pick out an outfit for a guy like him one day. In some way it sorta feels like she’s here with us” Nancy told them, heart very obviously still broken for her friend who had so much life left to live.

“I’m sorry Nancy” Beth began to apologize for her loss but Nancy shook her head.

“Don’t be, just make sure you experience it to the fullest. If not for you than for her” Beth knew what Nancy had meant, knew that Barb felt the same way about life that Beth did. It was the first time she realized she could leave this world tomorrow and regret hiding herself from it for so long. So she made sure to nod and agree, so that some part of grief could be relieved from Nancy.

“Alright, give me those before I change my mind” Beth held her hand out to Nancy and the girls smile widened as she handed her the piles of clothes she had picked out. Beth walked off in search of a changing room, hoping she wouldn’t regret this.

To Beth’s surprise she didn’t. Every outfit Nancy had picked had complimented her in the ways she wanted. She didn’t realize fashion or shopping could be this fun. She was proven more and more wrong each time she stepped out to show them just to smile wider every time they complimented her. Once she reached the dress at the bottom of the pile she prayed that it would look okay. Dresses always felt like they hugged her body in places she didn’t want to be seen. But as she slipped the black silk over her head, spaghetti straps holding up the fabric that gave it an off the shoulder look, she let out a small gasp. The dress flowed out from the waist, hiding her stomach and the black color giving her a slimmer look. The off the shoulder neckline accentuated her cleavage and shoulders. All of this and Beth realized it was the first time in a long time she looked in the mirror and thought she was pretty.

"Oh wow, Beth" Robin stood as the girl slowly slipped out the dressing room. The girl lifted nervous hands and brushed down the front of the dress, a teary smile covering her face.

"That's the dress Beth" Nancy smiled, heart warming over at the sight of the girl so happy. A girl who had been nothing but kind the short amount of time she had known her, so deserving of this.

"Is this really what it feels like to be pretty?" Beth questioned and Robin's heart broke in two as she saw the girl with tears streaming down her cheeks. Without much thought she stood to wrap the girl into a hug, squeezing her tight. Robin had assumed Beth at least thought she was worth it, it was just the comments from people like Colin that made her think different. She never really realized Beth believed every word. Because of that she began to cry as she held her friend, happy and heart broken all at the same time for her.

"You always were pretty Beth, just wait until we do your hair and makeup?" Nancy told her, tears of her own burning at the back of her eyes. She had never felt guilty for being confident before, but seeing how tore up Beth was over these feelings she always had made her feel guilty.

"I hope he likes it" Beth chuckled through her tears and Robin pulled back to give her a smile.

"He's gonna love it"

After the short shopping trip and lunch the girls went home to get Beth ready for the date. A very fancy date too. Steve had wanted to make her feel special and as she looked at the small heels Nancy offered for her to borrow the nerves finally set in. This time it was real, the night filled with expectations, and Beth was convinced her chest was going to give out because as Nancy styled her hair and applied lipstick, Beth realized there was a chance that it could be kissed away. That was the scariest part.

Steve’s hands shook as he knocked at the door. This was something he didn’t want to screw up. He had messed so many things up in his life and he needed to make some real changes. In no way would this redeem himself but for the first time Steve realized he was going on a date with a girl because of how much he liked her personality and not just based on her looks. Even Nancy he had noticed her looks first, he always just learned to like the girls for who they were later. Now he realized how wrong it was, now he was going to do it right. Love someone for all of them, not learn to love those pieces later.

“So you’re the boy?” the tone was accusatory, deep, and thundered through Steves ears. His eyes flicked up to spot the burly man, broad shoulders, at least five inches taller than him, with narrowed eyes. Yet he knew those eyes, they were Beth’s, and this was her father.

“Hello sir, I’m Steve Harrington” Steve used all his strength to not let his hand shake as he reached it towards Beth’s Dad for a handshake. His other hand gripping the pink peonies in his hand with a death grip. He was so glad he decided against the roses.

“I know who you are, she isn’t ready just yet” Steve dropped his hand that had been denied, stomach twisting in a knot. He was sure the man was bound to turn him away but he stood to the side, allowing entry in the home and Steve took a nervous gulp before stepping in.

“Oh look at him, so handsome” a much softer looking woman rushed from the kitchen, basically identical to Beth. Her soft brunette curls, face shape, and shortness resembled her like a mirror. It was honestly scary.

“Mrs Walker, so lovely to meet you” Steve put on his million watt smile, hoping to impress at least one parent. Leaning down he accepted a hug from her, almost laughing at the height difference.

“Such a sweet young man, why don’t you join my husband in the living room while you wait. I’ll grab you some ginger ale to help those nerves” she poked lovingly at Steve’s stomach and he chuckled and thanked her before nervously following Mr. Walker to the living room. He awkwardly sat on the couch next to where he plopped into his easy chair, more than likely his designated spot.

“I have a lot of tools” Mr Walker spoke after a moment and Steve gave him a confused look.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand” Steve began to shake his head and he finally turned to look at him.

“You will understand. You so much as hurt my little girl, whether this is you pulling some sort of prank or you know you’ll end up leaving her for someone else. I have a lot of tools that I can do a lot of things with, in a dark mechanic shop, where no one can find you for days” Steves eyes widened and his heart began to pound, close to giving out.

“I understand sir. I promise you this isn’t some prank either, I really like your daughter” Steve finally spit out, throat dry from fear.

“You better, she’s perfect. She deserves to know that, not have some douche picking on her. I know guys like you, I used to be one of those guys. I remember how we treated people who were different. You so much as look at her wrong I’ll end you” Steve frantically nodded, unsure if he was on the verge of tears or heartbroken for Beth. She deserved so much more than all of this. Beth had been hurt so much her own father couldn’t even let his guard down around new people.

“Here you go son, let me go check in on Bethany” Mrs Walker returned with a cold glass of ginger ale. Steve anxiously drank it, looking to soothe nerves no longer from impressing Beth. Suddenly it felt like his neck tie was too tight, maybe it was since he let Dustin tie it. He was trying to teach him after all.

“Wait, Bethany?” Steve questioned and the woman smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we just called her Beth for short so much it just sorta stuck” she explained before moving up the stairs. Mr. Walker had now turned back to the TV, pretending the boy he just threatened murder upon wasn’t sitting next to him.

“Hey Steve” Steve felt sweet relief as soon as he saw Robin sliding down the banister, stumbling once she jumped off the end.

“Robin, I’m not taking a trip to the ER tonight” Mr Walker said, voice cold and unforgiving but Robin had grown used to it.

“You got it Alan” she saluted and the man rolled his eyes, yet Steve realized the eye roll was one of appreciation.

“Hey Rob” he smiled at his friend, his best friend. Robin plopped beside him on the couch, smile permanent.

“Beth should be right down, Allie stopped her for pictures” Robin explained, clearly comfortable enough in this home to refer to Beth’s parents by their first names.

“Mom, please stop. I’m leaving” Steves ears perked up as he heard the familiar voice and suddenly he was watching an absolute vision rush down the stairs, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and possibly nerves. Fuck, she looked breath taking. Steve froze on the spot, realizing he had never seen her shoulders before. Her hair was framed perfectly around her face, lips red with lipstick.

“You’ll catch flys like that son” Steve snapped out of it, looking at her father with shock as he called him out for being too stunned to speak.

“You ready?” Beth asked with a soft smile and Steve nodded, clambering out of his seat to approach her.

“B, you look. Wow” Steve couldn’t seem to remember a single word in the dictionary and Beth lightly smiled, tucking some hair behind her ears.

“Those for me?” she asked and Steve nodded, almost shoving the peonies he had strangled into her hands. She quickly smelled them, smiling before handing them to Robin.

“Don’t kill them” she told her and Robin nodded before turning back to the TV as well.

“Let’s go” Steve offered her an arm and Beth nervously took it before heading towards the door.

“Curfew is 10, any later Harrington and you know what’ll happen” Steve nervously chuckled and nodded before finally leading Beth outside where he could take a breath of relief.

“Sounds like you and my Dad had quite the chat” Beth teased but what she didn’t expect was the Harrington boy to cling onto her in a hug, wrapped tightly against her.

“He’s so scary, please don’t let him kill me” Steve muttered into her shoulder and she laughed, a comforting hand rubbing his back.

“Come on hot shot, he won’t hurt you” Beth giggled, her hand lacing with his own and leading him towards his own car. She wasn’t sure where this confidence came from but she realized it was more than likely because she felt pretty. Confidence is so much easier when you actually believe it.

Once in the car she had expected him to focus on getting them to the restaurant but Steves hand returned through her fingers after shifting the car into drive. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and for the first time she genuinely felt like Steve wanted to be on this date and spending it with her. So she smiled at their conjoined hands, finally feeling worth something for the first time in a very long time.

“You look fucking gorgeous by the way. That dress is beautiful, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re even here with me right now” Beth gave him a pointed look and he glanced over just to let out a disappointed sigh. “I’m serious B. Stop thinking everything I say is a lie”

“I um. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to believe when no guy other than my own father has said it before” Beth’s head dropped and she nervously started to fiddle with Steve’s fingers. His body warmed over at the feeling and he quickly gave her hand a squeeze so she would stop.

“I promise I’ll never lie to you. Now say something like ‘thank you Steve, you look extremely handsome yourself if I may add’ and we should be good” Beth allowed a belly laugh to tumble past her lips as he said this and she shook her head with amusement.

“God Harrington, so full of yourself” she teased and he turned and flashed her a wide grin, realizing that in this moment they were more comfortable with each other than ever before. That right now was real. It was so real that Steve wanted to kiss her so desperatley, he wasn't sure he could wait until the end of the date, and the original plan of kissing her outside of her house was now scrapped since her Dad absolutely terrified the shit out of him. He told himself he'd do it after dinner, in the car, that way he won't risk murder.

"You ready?" Steve asked as he parked outside of the restaurant and Beth gave him a small smile before lightly nodding.

"I guess there's no backing out now" she teased and he rolled his eyes, lifting her hand interlocked with his own to press a kiss into the back of it, sealing it with a promise of a real kiss later.

"True, you're stuck with me now B"

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Okay but picture Scott, Roddy or whoever you think fits this best saying this to you " You know i love you right? Good, because im about to fuck you like i don't"

Yeah...I went with Scott...

Scott Hall was in one of those moods. One that told Michele to steer clear of him until he cooled down.  He would never hurt her,  but to avoid a fight or making things worse,  she kept herself busy in the bedroom, folding clothes,  organizing the bathroom and finally settling on reading a book she'd been putting off for way too long. 

A heated call with his ex, a contentious conversation with his boss, and her credit card statement arriving in the mail - all three within the matter of an hour understandably set him off. Making herself scarce was the best move. 

She could hear him stomping around,  mumbling to himself as he moved through the house as if his little tantrum would solve his problems. She smiled behind the pages as she turned them.  Scott could be such a hot head,  but he always more than made up for any cold shoulder. 

She felt bad that part of it was her doing,  but if he'd just let her get the mail, he'd have never even seen the bill. The dark stare over the top of the creased paper directed at her as she'd walked in his office made her shiver even now as she thought back to it. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” He had dangled the paper in front of him.  She'd fidgeted, knowing she'd broken her promises to watch her spending. 

“I was gonna…”she lied through her teeth.  Scott only huffed an annoyed sigh out of his nose as he stood,  nearly slapping the paper on his desk. 

“Just my fucking lucky day isn't it….” He'd growled, walking away to blow off steam. 

She could hear him now in his gym, weights being racked, music playing loudly,  and even his strained grunts echoed through the halls as he tried to burn off his frustrations. He hadn't even bothered to come to the room to change into workout clothes.  He had to have been pretty upset to work out in jeans. 

Michele tried to think of ways to make it up to him - she could get a job to work while he was gone to help pay it back. She wrinkled her nose,  rereading the same page a second time due to her own distraction. She would apologize and mean it of course…but that probably wouldn't be enough. 

“He likes a good steak…” she mused aloud, wondering if a nice dinner reservation might help.  But her trying to throw money at a problem seemed to be part of the issue,  so she scratched that idea, “Maybe a little excursion to The Landing Strip…” Scott still enjoyed a visit to a strip club or two. Michele had to admit she didn't mind him going and she loved going with him even more. 

Of course being around that many naked women turned him on. She did not feel jealously when he'd slip a few dollars in a g-string or ample cleavage, because only she was what his hands touched. They'd barely make it to the car before he was inside of her in some way. 

Michele grinned thinking about the time they only made it to the car…but not in it.  It was a miracle they weren't arrested. Perhaps there might be a private room available for her to reserve. 

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Scotts muscles bulged under the heavy weights. He pushed himself past his limits. His negative energy was coursing through him. He pressed the heavy bar upwards a few more times before racking it safely above him.  His chest was taut and sweaty,  rising and falling quickly with each labored breath. He sat up,  raking his hand through his damp hair. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he dried the sweat from his face. 

Adrenaline and testosterone were fueling him now,  the irritation he felt dictating both. He had a lot more things he'd thought of to say to his ex.  He had a few choice words for his boss that he honestly hoped the tiny man would choke on. 

And as for Michele, while she didn't purposefully push his last button - she'd sent him over the edge today. Whether or not she had so on purpose, she was here and she'd have to deal with what he wanted. 

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Michele hung up the phone,  knowing the room she'd reserved might have been a risk with the deposit she'd put down. But she seem his cares all melt away before with a good lap dance.

She was feeling proud of herself, smug as she tried to find where she left off in her book. She jumped though when the door to their room flew open and Scott stalked in, slamming it behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide-eyed and holding her breath a little. 

There was a hungry look in his eyes and it was anything but gentle. 

“Scott, I-” she started with an almost meek voice,  but he cut her off abruptly.

“I don't want to hear it,” he said bluntly. She felt her mouth grow dry as her book fell to her lap slowly. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer as she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest,  knowing what he wanted and what he would do to get it. 

“Good,” he undid his belt roughly, slipping it out of the belt loops in an aggressive, swift move,  “because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

[livingdeadvoid]

First part! :D

Dick Grayson wasn't expecting Conner Kent to show up at his doorstep. Yet here he was.

"Kon? Dude it's eleven o'clock at night. What do you want?" There were hints of annoyance in Dick's sleep laced voice.

Conner smiled sheepishly. "Yeah sorry. I spent longer at Jay's then expected," Kon ignored the confused look on Dick's face that come from the sentence. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you about something."

Dick rubbed his eyes, yawning softly. "Sure I guess. Wally's probably awake by now," he opened the door some more for Conner to walk in.

The Superman clone walked in slowly. He set down his jacket with a small sigh. "I'm sorry to disturb you this late at night. But trust me this is important."

Wally quickly zoomed to Dick's side, juice from the fridge in his hand. "Conner. Hello."

He gave him a small wave. "Sorry to wake you guys. God knows you both need sleep," Conner let out a dry chuckle. "I need to ask you something Dick, something very important to me."

The older man motioned for him to continue with a yawn. "What is it Kon? Did something happen or-"

Before he could finish his question, Conner slammed the box down on the counter. "I wanna propose. To Tim."

Dick's tired eyes instantly shot open. "Whoa, what?" His voice was shock filled. Clearly he was not expecting this. Yes, he expected Conner and Tim to get married but he didn't expect Conner to show up at his doorstep with the ring. He was surprised. And confused.

Conner nodded eagerly. He was excited. Excited to show off the ring he knew Tim would just adore. He hadn't even popped the question yet and he already felt like the happiest man... or clone in the whole world. "Look at it. Made it personally for Tim."

He took the box carefully, opening it slowly. Wally watched from over his shoulder with anticipation. "It's very pretty, right Richard?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "It is." There was no emotion in his voice. Conner couldn't tell what he thought about the entire situation. He was worried, scared even. What if Dick didn't want Conner to marry Tim? What if he didn't approve?

"You're telling me this, why exactly?" Dick looked back at Conner, no emotion showing on his face. The question broke Conner out of his dark thoughts.

He brought the hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. "I wanted to... To ask for your permission. I asked Jason and he said yes," Conner smiled slightly. He wasn't expecting Jason to say yes. Mostly because he didn't think Jason liked him.

The older man yawned before shutting the box, setting it down in front of Conner. "Have you asked Bruce?"

Conner shook his head. He knew he probably should've went to him first, but he was honestly too scared to. "I've only gone to Jason and you. I was saving the scariest one for last," Conner smiled nervously. Usually he wasn't this nervous. But everything was just... So nerve racking.

"I'm upset at you Kon," he frowned at Conner before smiling slightly. "You seriously went to Jay before me? I'm offended. You're lucky you came here before Bruce." He walked towards Conner, pulling him into a tight hug. "Of course you can marry him!"

Conner smiled wildly, quickly hugging back. "Thank you Dick, thank you!"

They pulled away, both smiling brightly. Wally clapped his hands excitedly from the side. "AHHHH, this was too cute."

[apomaro-mellow]

alright, i'm going to go ahead and made a rant post about this car situation just so i can get it out and put it to bed. I don't mind if yall wanna comment or whatever but after this I'm just done.

So we need to go back almost a year. My car at the time seemed to be on its last legs. There was a repair it needed that was going to cost like $1200 and I had already paid close to that amount just a few months prior for another repair. I didn't want to pay that again but was willing to save up until it was suggested that I start looking for another car.

I will give my dad props for this one and only thing. He held my hand during this process bc it was my first time. Every other car I had, had been gifted by my grandparents. This was my first time shopping for one. Now it gets interesting bc instead of just getting rid of my old car, my grandparents were going to foot the $1200 bill anyway so that my brother could get it.

I felt iffy about that situation but figured it was for the best since I'd be getting a vehicle with no problems. The problem came about when he decided to drive it around and rack up tickets while MY name was still on the title (this cause my insurance premium to shoot thru the roof but thankfully i got it fixed). I literally had to escort my brother to the DMV to sort out all the paperwork and even THEN he took forever to actually change the plates so I was STILL getting tickets on my record and I had to be the one to go and take what were still my license plates off the car.

This could have potentially been an asshole move, bc I had no idea where his new plates were, but that's not my responsibility. Lucky for him, the new plates were where? In the car, bc he never did anything with them after our DMV appointment. This all occurred in summer/fall 2023.

Then in December, he starts having problems with that car. It even stops on him a couple of times. There is talks of him getting another one. Just like me, all of his (many) previous cars were gifts from our grandparents. I should have probably said earlier but these are all USED cars. We're not getting brand new ones, but still, good condition that we've never had to pay a cent for.

It's also worth mentioning that in the like....six months my brother has had my old car he got hundreds of dollars worth of tickets. Not a single one he paid on his own. Either I took care of it bc they were in my name and he's literally gone to court for not paying, or my dad has paid. But I feel like I'm digressing.

About last week, he curses out my mom because she asks him to *checks notes* receive his infant child when his baby mama drops her off. Apparently that was disagreeable and he cursed her out on the phone, then later to her face when she got home. The part that stuck out in his rant to me was that no one in our family had ever done anything for him. I think just from what I've stated above, it's pretty obvious to see that's false.

So whyyyyyyy

Why why why

After that breakdown, my dad and grandparents thought "Let's just give him another car"?

It is exhausting to see the same thing happen again and again. But this time kind of burned me bad because he got the exact same car that I have. The one I had to shop for. The one I had to visit sellers for. The one I am currently on the hook for a $10,000 loan with like 15% interest. My mother told me this was the case but I didn't actually see the car until this morning.

Here's where I give my dad the benefit of the doubt a single time: It's a common car, dealers have a ton of them, it's probably still an attractive price range. And that's the end of it.

But what I see, is that I can do everything I was told to do: do well in school, get a degree, get a job, start building my career. And it gets me virtually the same as if I did none of those things and on top of it disrespected my parents to their faces.

Like really, why am I working so hard? If doing what I do gets me the same as a foul mouthed, lazy ass, ungrateful son who's shackin up with the most frustrating baby mama in the world then what the hell is this all for anyway?

[sweetestpjm]

Shift in the Balance PT. 1

Yoonmin est + Yoonminkook ; Football start chunky jk, Soft Jm & lovesick Yoongs <3 First time posting a story here, let me know how I'm doing lool

It's 8 o'clock, and Yoongi had been watching that damn old clock on the wall all day. Eagerly waiting to go home, though, now was finally the time. Of course not on the dot-- he'd never be lucky enough to, perhaps no one would be beside the son of his boss who easily was favoured, couldn't blame him, though. 

He could suffer through cleaning the tables, hurting his sore back even more. Suffer as he threw out the uneaten food of the last guests, and gathering a bag of what he could take home-- a decently hearty amount, though less then usual as business had been better then ever that day. It isn't as bad as most, but he knows he's being dramatic about mopping the kitchen area when his younger coworkers are eying him. They're the dramatic ones..not him. It's odd to them, but he felt he had every reason. Why did he have to be working, when he could be at home with his boyfriend?

It was a shame, really, but he'd gotten used to the dynamic as much as he hated not seeing him for more then minute. He was needier then he'd ever admit aloud, it seemed. 

The sign was flipped over, from open to closed— Yoongi still wondered why they had that pesky sign. Locking the door and turning off the lights was enough. He guessed it was to maintain the rustic and old look of the place, the reason why it gained traction was partially because of that. Like a trip back on time, with good food and bathrooms that was the only relatively modern looking section of the place. 

Yoongi quite liked his job, it was decent hours and some perks. Discounts, bringing food home and such— which helped knock off money from groceries. He was a head chef, so his hours were a little longer but he made more and wasn't as worked to the core when he'd just been a regular kitchen staff. He directed them, but of course he did some other things too— especially on weekends and Fridays, their busiest time of the year. Sometimes, he'd get lucky enough that his boyfriend would pop in on one of those days and Yoongi would usually wait him— he could manage it quite wel since that had been his gateway up into his current job. Perhaps he'd been in every position, but he couldn't quite recall. 

What was important was turning on the ignition, and getting himself home before the food got cold. Food never tasted the same reheated, but he knew well enough that if he had to; doing it in the oven or a pot was better then microwaving it. 

There's already a few pings at his phone from him, and he can already picture the whiny tone that came with every message. Wanting him home. It warmed his heart, and he wished the traffic would seize to exist. 

Though, alas— no, thankfully, he arrived home around 9:30, which was a little more then usual but considering it was clean up after a large party of adults, it added up. 

With a huff of relief, he entered their apartment, placing the food on the counter, sliding his shoes onto the rack and putting on his slippers. 

Instantly— the moment he had his slippers on, he was greeted from behind with a hug. None other then his boyfriend, especially since the hug was so soft against his back. Jimin had always given the best of hugs. 

"Welcome home to me," Yoongi chuckled, placing his hands over Jimin's that went around his torso, "you smell nice. Freshened up before I came?"

Jimin hummed, the sound vibrating against Yoongi's back as he had his cheek firmly pressed up against it. "I was sweaty from work," he said, moving one hand to interlock with Yoongi's, "and I wanted to be clean for you,"

"Cute. Though, I am pretty stinky myself," he sighed, thumb rubbing along the backside of Jimin's hand, "how about you set the table, and I'll clean myself up?"

There's a whine of complaint, but Jimin complies and Yoongi gets along to his aforementioned shower. 

Once he's out, he's graced by Jimin bent over with an elbow on the table, whilst the other plucked at the different dishes with chopsticks. It was cute, how he sometimes just couldn't resist food like that. Leaving him there with it was like asking him to eat it.

Well..he sort of had been, he assumed he was probably pretty hungry as he usually didn't get much during the day at work. Since he'd only just gotten the job, his work was more intense and harder in his job. 

He worked as a aesthetician and was more organizing carts, cleaning the areas and beds for the main ones. It wasn't what he'd dreamt it out to be, that was for certain. He knew it'd take time and practice for him to actually work on a person for more then just their bill for the treatment. But still, he enjoyed taking home samples and sick of products he couldn't yet afford. Using on himself and Yoongi too, as pampering was a large part of both his and Yoongi's love language.

A huge part of it.

Yoongi slides his chair out, sitting down, watching Jimin's sweetly round cheeks flare up pink as he's caught. Which does happen quite a lot, once Yoongi thinks about it-- it's nearly like he's entranced every time he eats. Especially when it comes to the dishes Yoongi makes or brings home for him.

"Hyung, you took sooo long," it had only been five minutes, so the statement only made Yoongi laugh in entertainment, shaking his head as he put some of the food on his own plate. Jimin did the same, about the same amount as Yoongi had.

"I'm here now though, aren't I? Eat your food," he chuckles, jutting his foot at Jimin's leg, "I know you're hungry."

Jimin hums, glancing at his plate and beginning to eat. "Well-- yeah. Work is so hard," he groaned, half in frustration and half in enjoying the delicious meal, "I think my boss likes me, she made me help the nicer lady. Maybe I'll  be the one giving treatments, soon."

Yoongi grins, quite proud of him. He'd been there since he'd gotten the job not long ago, moping about feeling like he was useless at the job. Though, it had moved along to him rambling about his coworkers, all pretty kind aside from one of the higher up aestheticians; she was a blunt bitch, as Jimin had said, and was very skilled but extremely rude. Jimin had been assigned to her a few times, and it was sure to say that Yoongi was whined to to bring a pint of ice cream for him to mope about it with. "I'm sure you will be. I'll make sure to be your first booking, I'll book the longest treatment you have so you impress everyone," he said, unable to peel the grin off his face. What? He was a proud boyfriend.

It's enough that Jimin's covering his face with the hand that isn't feeding himself, giggling and shaking his head. "Aish-- you're so embarrassing," he grumbles, though he hardly means it. Yoongi knows just how much he'd want that, whether he'd actually admit it or not.

"Mm, but seriously I'm proud of you. I'm not surprised she likes you, you're sweet and good at what you do...even if for now it's washing hand towels and fixing spa beds, Minnie," he says, picking up his last tteokbokki and eating it, "proud."

"Corny, but, thank you." The words mean a lot to him, Yoongi can tell in the way he shyly distracts himself by finishing up his plate and silently picking at the rest of the food on the table as Yoongi rambles on. Something about a new younger employee who he doesn't hate (shocker, since he usually hates the young ones) along with a food reviewer coming in and rating the food well. This and that until Jimin's declared himself full and they're packing away the minimal leftovers (thanks to Jimin). 

Yoongi pauses, leaning against the counter to watch Jimin bend over to peer down at their freezer. Getting an eyeful of his full hips and sweet behind, and he's certain that he's pouting out his lower lip in thought as he glances at his options. "Do I need an ice cream sandwich or a melona is the question..." Jimin mumbles to himself, finding that Yoongi answers it by poking at the pudge poking out on his hips, "ice cream sandwich, it is."

He pulls out a large ice cream sandwich, it's an Oreo one though. Since he's civilized, he's put it in a bowl and grabbed a spoon to eat it without looking like an Oreo ice cream sandwich after.

With ease despite his fullness, he plops onto the couch with Yoongi following along, placing him on his lap. It was Jimin's spot, after all. Though, he wiggles a little to get comfortable (and tease Yoongi, but he didn't need to know that) and begins on the sweet cool treat. Yoongi leans back a little, Jimin following the movement and humming in content as Yoongi has his arms wrapped around him, holding him closer.

His hands sink in a little, acknowledging the plushness of his boyfriend. He quite likes it, it's made him a better cuddle and just feels-- soft. What's better then something warm and soft? Nothing. There quite literally is not anything better then that.

"Want a bite?" Jimin queries, turning his head back to look at him, a small sliver of the ice cream sandwich on his spoon. Yoongi declines, and quite quickly the spoonful has gone to Jimin. And another. And another. And yet another, until the bowl is empty and he's scrapping the sides for bits of the melting ice cream.

It's cute, the way they were able to just sit and bask in each others company. Even if it just ensued Jimin gorging on sweets or watching a show Yoongi liked but Jimin found to be boring. They just, simply, enjoyed one another so very much.

After a few minutes, the bowl and spoon are washed and they're in their bedroom preparing for bed-- it's early, but they know themselves. Chatting for hours in bed, and sleep ensues a few hours after deciding to get ready to rest for the night. It's silly, but it's how they are.

Yoongi's long been in his pyjamas, consisting of some sweats and a loose tee, while Jimin had chosen (strangely) some jeans and an oversized hoodie.

Jimin huffed, trying to undo the button. Failing multiple times before it gave in, and the zipper undid itself as his plush tummy took in the space, allowing Jimin more room to breath and sigh aloud in relief. "Why would you wear jeans..."

The younger shrugged, pink tinting his cheeks as he removed his pants, replacing them with new boxers and switching the hoodie out for an oversized tee. "Because."

"Because?" 

Another shrug, dimming the lights and crawling into the bed, tucking himself under the blankets with Yoongi, an arm draped over his chest as he pressed himself against his side. With ease, Yoongi was holding him right back, peppering kisses all over the side of his face, primarily on his cheeks though. Soft and full, how could he not pepper them in sweet kisses? "Weirdo."

He doesn't shrug, he only giggles and the topic is averted, moving onto what they should do tomorrow on their first off day together in two weeks.

Yoongi's sure he's up first, arm around Jimin's soft middle, lazily pressing his fingers against the plushness there. It's a little new, though as long as he's known Jimin he'd always been a little softer and cuddlier-- though, now he was certain this was he softest he'd ever been while knowing him. Or ever, really, considering he'd seen photos of him younger, in which he wasn't so lean but surely smaller then now. Far smaller then now.

But, he knows he isn't the only one awake when Jimin's giggles fill the air. "Hyung-- that tickles," he huffs, turning to face him, leaving Yoongi's arm to drape over his back, choosing to rub the small of his back instead.

"I thought you weren't awake," Yoongi grumbles, the only way he can talk in the morning. it was either that, or a whisper-- which would still have that grumble to it that sent butterflies straight to Jimin's belly. 

"So, what, you just tickle my tummy when I'm asleep?" Jimin chuckles, enjoying the way Yoongi's flustered at that, "hmm? Answer me, hyung."

The elder shakes his head, closing his eyes and mimicking a snore. "Hyung! You do, don't you?" he's whining, so Yoongi can't get out of it now, meekly nodding his head as he pressed against his chest.

"Yes, okay?"

Jimin hummed, threading his fingers through Yoongi's hair. "I'm not accusing you, I'm just curious. It's...dunno, nice to know you want to touch me even if I'm not asking for it," he says, mumbling the last few words.

Though there's something else to it-- something deeper, but Yoongi can't seem to find it on his own. "I do love your body, Minnie," he murmured, pressing his thumb against his love handles, "I think you're so pretty."

"Really?"

"Pft, really, love. Something about you lately is just so..." his brows furrow, wracking his mind for the word, "radiant? In just every way, really. Not that you weren't before, but, I don't know. Something just changed, in a good way."

Jimin keeps threading his fingers through his hair, taking a moment to think. "Well, hm..thank you. I-- well," he bites his lip, "I'm glad you still like my body."

"Mm, never think that I don't. 2 sizes up or down, I'll love you all the same."

"Even 3 sizes up?"

"You-- you know what I meant, yah," Yoongi groaned, rolling out of bed, flattening out his shirt, "we do have plans today, slipped my mind. We're going to Taehyung's school to watch the football game there."

All he hears is Jimin groaning, and the sound of the covers moving to cover Jimin entirely. A muffled, "not Football..." But Yoongi didn't listen, pulling the covers entirely off him with a chuckle, and walking on off to the washroom while leaving Jimin too stunned to utter a word.

Until he's pouting, blow drying his hair and side-eying Yoongi as though saying 'the things I do for you' like watching a university football game is the worst thing imaginable. 

"You won't die. I'll be there, Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and Namjoon will be there, too," Yoongi assures, though Jimin's pout only intensifies, setting down his blow dryer and taking the plug out of the outlet.

"I will die. Hyung, sports are so boring."

It's clear to see, although he had been into track many years before-- that had slowly turned into something he hated due to others. But, despite it, he still hates it all. Even attending his cousins house league basketball games makes his stomach churn with distaste. All that makes it somewhat bearable is--

"What about this-- I get you the biggest popcorn there is and a soda, hm?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, surely the deal was sweetened with that-- but, he needed a little more convincing. "Fine, you can sit on my lap. Refills on it all as many times as you'd like, okay? But you can't complain after that."

With a sly grin on his lips, he nodded, "mm, I guess it's a deal, Yoongi-hyung."

Jimin keeps himself clung to Yoongi in the food-stand line, not understanding how a university has it's own food venders but perhaps it was just because his did not engage in many sports in those days. There was an on-campus gym, but that was about it. Though, he was also wondering why it took so long to wait, and why the line for a university football game was so long. He was hungry, having missed breakfast by sleeping and they'd nearly been late so they couldn't have gotten any food, much to Jimin's avail.

"Hungry?" Yoongi asks, seeing how Jimin's pouting just a little bit. Practically on cue, his stomach lets out a rumble, loud enough that Yoongi hears it from beside him. The arm around his waist snakes a little further, pressing against the softness of Jimin's newly formed tummy pooch of his lower belly. 

He nods, though he knows his body has already answered, rudely, for him. "I didn't even have breakfast," Jimin sulked, "and we're at a football gam-- I mean, my favourite place in the world." 

Laughing, Yoongi shakes his head-- quite fond of Jimin's good-hearted sarcasm. At least he tried to take on his end of the deal to some extent. 

"Hyung!" Taehyung shouts, though he's a few feet away, slowly making his way over through the crowd of people, sure to draw lots of attention to himself through his over-the-top attire and loud deep voice. Jimin ducks his head, and Yoongi's shaking his, wondering how he couldn't have expected that, even though it is Taehyung. Natural demander of attention.

"Hi Taehyung-ah," Yoongi says, hand mindlessly squeezing at the pudginess of Jimin's waist, causing him to squeak against him, "excuse him, he can't function without breakfast. Clearly."

"Clearly. Jiminie hyung needs food to be sane," Taehyung giggles, joining them in the line, staring ahead at the 3 people in front of them, "the food isn't bad here, actually. Popcorn's always fresh and the fries are perfect."

Jimin's head perks up, looking up at Yoongi, his puppy dog eyes out on display for him. 

"How am I supposed to deny him anything when he looks like that," Yoongi says, looking over at Taehyung who seems equally convinced merely by Jimin's eyes. 

"I will kill you if you don't get him everything he wants, Min Yoongi. I may like you, but a well fed Jiminie comes first," Taehyung says, giving Jimin's tummy a poke, almost gasping as it dips in far more then it ever had before. His eyes meet Jimin's, smiling at him and getting a smile right back (since, the eyes had already worked the magic on his meal).

Yoongi rolled his eyes, waiting and waiting whilst the younger two spoke. Taehyung complaining about classes but also thrilled about his designing project, where he gets to design two pieces that would suit both men and women, a gender neural fashion project (apparently nothing gets him going more then that). While Jimin tries to make the best of his current job, rambling on about all the products and discounts, even adding in that he uses it to give Yoongi facials (which somehow gets Yoongi blushing quite a lot).

Eventually, it's their turn, ordering the biggest basket of popcorn, large fries and a drink for each of them. Water for himself, soda for Jimin and Taehyung.

Finding their seats right as someone's talking into the microphone, greeting their friends and all eyes are on the field. 

Not Jimin's, too busy gorging but after some time he does find his eyes on the field out of pure boredom. Even with Yoongi's arms around him (which is usually enough to distract him from anything), he finds himself paying attention to the game.

Well, sort of, he's paying attention to a particular player. Player 01. He doesn't know if he's good or not, but he sure as hell knows that he's cute and definitely built.

They're all sturdy and strong looking, but 01 is just...a little different. Gorgeously thick, and toned, thighs, that are practically ready to burst out of his uniform every time he's bending down at the beginning of each quarter of the game. He's got a bit of a tummy, though he can tell he's toned, it's there enough that the small protruding pooch of it that presses against his uniform in a little bump. Again, his arms are thick and his biceps are remarkably strong. Jimin's nearly bitting his tongue every time the ball is in his hand, even cheering with Yoongi (and everyone else) when he scores. 

By the end of the game, he can surely call himself a fanboy. So distracted, that he'd just barely finished the food from the beginning, from nearly 2 hours before, in that two hours (with a little help, too).

Yoongi doesn't say anything, not wanting to think more then that he was right about football being enjoyable enough that Jimin hadn't only been focused on the food. Though, he isn't too sure about why until Jimin's desperately following Taehyung down to the locker rooms to meet Taehyung's boyfriend there (his name was Han) and Yoongi was curious and confused. He wasn't too sure what to pin Jimin's enjoyment to, just yet.

"Did you enjoy the game?" Han asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead, halfway out of the locker room door, enough that he was able to kiss the side of Taehyung's head, "it was a tough one, we got so lucky with Jungkook's scoring on the last second."

Yoongi nodded, "that guy was fast as hell, it was a close game. Good job, I enjoyed it. Jimin enjoyed it too, and he does not like foo--"

Jimin shakes his head, "it was amazing! I really enjoyed it, I'm happy to have been invited."

Silence crawled but Han filled it, "glad to hear it. Uh, did you guys wanna come in or could you wait a bit for us to finish up? We don't take long, I swear." The latter is chosen, more for the sake of Han not wanting Taehyung to see other very hot sweaty football guys, though. It's cute.

"You enjoyed a football game? Well, there's a first for everything," Taehyung laughed, swaying as he now back hugged Jimin, poking his fingers along his soft belly, "or maybe you liked one of the players?~"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. "The team's definitely not ugly. They could be an idol group based off looks," he hummed, noting how Jimin's head tilted in interest, so he continued on, "not bad, not bad at all. Are they all over 23?"

"Oh yes-- aside from the short one, he's 21. Really good, though, good friend of Han's. Why? Are you two--" Taehyung gasps, arms tightening around Jimin which has Jimin wincing, "sorry-- I meant, are you two finally in search of a third?"

"What? N--"

"Maybe," Jimin says, pursing his lips and loosening Taehyung's arms around his taunt full gut, "I, just-- thought, maybe."

Taehyung giggles, "I think you hadn't communicated that to hyung yet, Minnie~"

Jimin huffs, "no, I guess not. Hyung, I've been thinking about it lately."

"Well, I have too but I didn't think we were just admitting it to Taehyung randomly," he says, shaking his head, "let's talk later? I think the-"

A stampede, a stampede of ab-bearing (aside from one) men are coming out in a Hurd out of the change room. Some say their goodbyes, something about classes being soon while a few others stay. And among those, it's Player 01, in all his sturdy chunky glory. Jimin can't think straight, Taehyung's arms now around Jimin while Yoongi kept his hand interlocked loosely with Jimin's chubby stubby one. 

"Okay. Names," Taehyung says, squinting as he glances at the four men that have joined them, "Sunghoon." He nods, making himself noted to everyone. "J-- no, yes, Jeongin?" Jeongin nods, laughing a little bit at the expression on Taehyung's face. "Fuck-- you're Jungkook?" Jungkook nods, and it's him-- Player 01, now he knows that it's Jungkook. The last of them is Jihoon, but Jimin's distracted by trying to subtly look at Jungkook while the others disperse into conversation. But-- not so much to his avail, he's caught. 

"Jimin, right?" Jimin doesn't know how he knows his name, but he nods dumbly in response. "Jungkook. Yoongi's friend?"

Jimin laughs, "boyfriend. He dragged me out here, but-- I'm friends with Taehyung."

"Well, figures-- he talks about you whenever he's here, actually. I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity," Jungkook jokes, having Jimin descend into giggles, so, he continues on, "but it's nice to meet you. Guessing you're not a football fan then, since they had to drag you? Hm?"

It takes a surprisingly large amount of energy out of him to not say that Jungkook could make him football fan, or even a fucking fanboy, for Christs sake. But he doesn't, sparing himself the inevitable embarrassment of that. Instead, nodding at his questions, "yeah, but it's not too bad... I'm easily bribed with food, so." He feels his life flash before his eyes-- forgetting how chubby he'd gotten, shy to advertise attention to his body. He knows he isn't very big, even with how heartily he eats he only gains enough for a small squishy tummy, a round bubble butt and thighs that were snug in all his jeans. Including the ones he had on now, painfully digging into his midsection, especially after all he'd eaten and drank.

But, to his surprise, Jungkook doesn't give him a weird stare or even assess his body. Simply, he just adds onto it, "pft, that's the same for me. I can't ever resist some good food, like, ever. Ever."

"It's so good," Jimin says, nearly whining, "what kind of stuff do you like, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook hums, fixing his hair out of his face with one hand while the other carried his medium sized duffel bag. "Good question. Anything, really. I have a really big sweet tooth though, so I really like ice cream, boba and that kind of stuff. But I love meat and spicy food. the fries they sell at the stand--"

"Taehyung told me, so I got them. Really yummy," Jimin says, unconsciously rubbing small circles into the bloat of his tummy.

The comment makes Jungkook smile. "Yeah, so good. But what do you like?"

"Oh.." Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, as though this is the most difficult question of his life (it could be, he loved food so much and so many different foods.). "Tteokbokki is my favourite. Uhm, well, Yoongi-hyung works at a restaurant so whatever he brings is the best. But I really like pastries. There's this little cafe near my apartment and they have the best sweets. They even have some frozen yoghurt, too, when I feel like a treat but also..somewhat healthy."

It's more then half an hour and Jungkook's phone buzzes loudly, a reminder that this next class was in half an hour. 

"I really enjoyed talking with you. Maybe sometime we can go to that cafe?" Jungkook asks, hope in his eyes, though he sees Yoongi looking at them, trying to assess the situation. Naturally, his face makes him look like he's angry though Jimin ( not Jungkook) knows damn well he's endeared more then anything. 

"Yes! I mean, yes, sure," he giggles, taking Jungkook's phone from him to add in his number to his contacts, "don't miss your class! It was nice meeting you."

Jungkook nods, smiling as he tucks his phone into his pants, pulling his pants up over his exposed tummy before giving a small bow and running off with a loud. "Cya!"

Yoongi slurping his drink at the cafe is enough for Jimin to note that something's up.

"What is it?" he asks, voice soft, interlocking his hand with Yoongi's-- not liking how it was nervously picking at his skin, "what's up, hyung?"

The elder looks at him, his other hand mindlessly stirring his black coffee. "I wanna talk about earlier. About looking for a third, Jimin," he said, caressing the backside of Jimin's pudgy hand, "I wanna know what you want, okay?"

"Ah, hyung. I just always though it'd be nice, ever since we talked about it before. Just another in the mix. To care for and all," he said, shrugging, "and for you to cuddle."

"Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"You were thinking about it because of Jungkook. He was the only reason you were watching the game so intently, huh?" Yoongi teased, tracing along Jimin's hand, "I'm just guessing. But, I think I'm right." Those red-glowing cheeks were always a dead giveaway on Jimin's end.

Jimin whined, swinging his legs around and shrugging. "Well..I, I don't know."

"He's pretty cute."

The brunette tilted his head, "...yes. You think so?"

"Yeah, I do. He's cute, super intense on the field but out of the changing room he seemed sweet. I mean, if you two ever shut up I might've been able to say more then hello, y'know," Yoongi laughed, shaking his head, "I don't wonder if he likes guys but..not everyone is fine with being with more then one person. And even so, usually more as an open relationship--"

"Which this isn't."

"Correct, this isn't. But, if you want to, we get to know him better together. I heard a mention of that cafe you love, mm?"

[lemonluvgirl]

Here's your prompt, should you choose to accept it...

Katniss wears this bra for Peeta. Canon or AU.

Oh Jhsgf82, you know my weakness for smutty prompts! I hope this little drabble makes you smile ;) 

It was the coupon that came with the flier that finally decided it for her. She couldn’t pass up such a good deal. 

Valentine's day was fast approaching and when she saw the words:

Treat him and yourself to something special this Valentine's Day! Special 25% off on all our Lover's & Lace Apparel sets

There underneath the big flashy advertisement was the 25% coupon. To a store she knew was going out of business in her area. Their entire inventory was already marked 50%. So that combined with the coupon would net her a savings of 75% if she managed to find something in her size. 

Which, let’s face it. There was always plenty left over underwear in the super small and super large sizes and she definitely fit into the first category. Even with all the rich food from Peeta’s cooking. She was still a perky and barely substantial A cup. 

But Johanna had been bugging her about doing something nice for Peeta, something that really drove home the point that she wanted him as much as he was always practically shouting to the rooftops how much he loved her. 

It had seemed like such an easy solution. Buying sexy lingerie for Valentine’s Day. A no brainer for someone like her who had just taken the next big step with her best friend of over a decade and her exclusive boyfriend of the last year. 

She had worried once upon a time that having sex would change things between her and Peeta. And it had. But only in the best ways possible. Katniss had discovered in the last year that one of her biggest love languages was definitely touch, and intimate/sexual touch to be specific. It was a new side of herself Peeta had definitely been happy to help herself explore. 

Her cheeks heated as she thought about all the exploring her and Peeta had done since they’d become official. 

That hungry feeling that always accompanied thoughts of her handsome boyfriend who loved to take care of her in every way possible made her feel lucky and grateful and a little daring. 

Staring at the model featured in the advertisement, whose skin tone bared a striking similarity to her, Katniss got the bright idea that she could just walk in to the store from the ad and pick out something with cute hearts in a size 26 B and be done with it. Peeta would be happy. She'd have done something romantic and seductive for her boyfriend, who let's face it, deserved this after she kept him and their relationship in limbo because of her fear of commitment, abandonment, for years before finally breaking down and admitting she loved him and needed him in every single way possible. 

If she had been brave enough to admit to Peeta how she felt about him she could do this too. She could be an adult and walk into a lingerie store and pick out something racy and pretty. She was in charge of her own life, not her fears, and not her insecurities. But her. 

And that's just what she did.

She walked into the pink and flirty looking little boutique in her local mall and asked very quickly for the section mentioned in the catalog. 

The pickings were slim. The store was practically a ghost town, with only a few things left folded on display tables or hanging in racks. 

But to her everlasting surprise she actually found one last set of the little black and pink set she’d seen in the advertisement. In her size. 

 Triumphant, she rebuffed the sales attendants who advised her to shop around a bit and to get her bust measured and to try her selection on before she purchased it. 

She knew her bust size. She didn’t need some weird stranger with a roll of measuring tape feeling her up in public store. 

She hurried home and tucked her purchase away with a smile. 

Peeta was going to be so surprised, she thought to herself. 

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The day of lover’s dawned and Peeta wasn’t the only one who was surprised. 

When Kantiss got home with a double order of their favorite take out and rushed to the hall closet to slip into the Valentine’s lingerie’s set before Peeta got home, she was shocked to find the bra didn’t fit quite right. 

The clap didn’t want to close, at first. Katniss figured it was because it was a brand new set, and maybe needed to be stretched out a bit. But the panties that went with the bra seemed completely fine and fit like a glove( a very sexy glove if she did say so herself).  But with a bit of finagling she finally got the thing on. 

Except it pinched. 

She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled. The sheer black lace of the panties made even her trim and small hips look round and womanly. But as she kept surveying the effect of the lingerie she was horrified to find she had muffin top. In her boob area. 

As in there was a bit of extra fat that was spilling over the sides of her cups, made worse by the padded, push up nature of the bra. 

She swore, as she pinched the bunch of extra flesh that ruined the asthetic of the whole set. She tried for several minutes to rearrange her boobs, reposition them into submission but to no avail. They looked like they were going to stage a revolution and bust out of their confinement any minute. She looked at the clock and swore again as she realized she was running out of time before Peeta got home. 

She had the brilliant idea that if she cut out the extra padding, she’d have more room in the actual cups for her boobs who had suddenly decided at the age of 25 to grow an extra cup size without telling her. 

She probably should have listened to that annoying blond sales woman who had suggested she try on her purchase before giving her a pointed glance in the chest area when she snatched up the A-cup bra and panty set that day in the lingerie store. 

She had just gotten the kitchen scissors out and was about to make the first cut when she heard the scrape of Peeta’s thundering tread on the landing. 

“SHIT!” She’d moaned, before doing the only thing she could think of. \

She shoved the bra in the bread box and slammed the lid down, right as Peeta’s keys were fitting into the lock. 

She cast around for something to cover herself with, even though Peeta had seen her naked a thousand times by now, and he would be happy to find her waiting half naked in their apartment on any day of the week. 

She grabbed an apron from the draw and hastily covered herself with it as he opened the door. 

Only, the universe seemed to be conspiring against her because the apron wasn’t hers. It wasn’t even Peeta’s. No, it belonged to his niece, Leila. Who Peeta sometimes babysat for his brother on the weekends and loved baking so much that Peeta had gotten her her own Mellark’s apron. 

Kid sized. 

“Katniss?” Peeta’s questioning voice came from the front door as Katinss struggled to get the her too big head out of the too small hole, trying not to fall into a tangled heap on the floor. 

“Peeta! Help!” She cried, unable to see, and in pain because her braid had gotten caught up with the apron strings and was pulling on her hair something terrible. 

“Jesus Christ!” He exclaimed in a worried tone, rushing over. 

“Hold still.” He advised, and she let him help her out of the apron, even though shame and humiliation was eating her alive. 

By the time she got clear of the stupid thing, she was on the verge of tears. 

Peeta noticed immediately. 

“Hey, hey now. What’s going on Katniss?” Peeta said, tossing the offending apron aside. 

“It was supposed to be a-a s-sur-surprise.” She choked out. 

“Can you explain that to me, because honestly, I appreciate the effort but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned wanting to see you naked except for a kid’s apron but if there’s something new you’ve been wanting to try out in the bedroom we can talk about it. You know I’ll try just about anything for you, but we probably buy some props instead of commandeering Leia’s apron-” 

“What? NO! Oh GOD PEETA! NO! That’s not what this was about! I swear!” She shouted, hands waving back and forth in a halting manner. 

“Ok, then tell me what its about.” Peeta said quietly, expectantly. 

“I bought some lingerie! And it didn’t fit!” She said, in an embarrassed whisper, as she reached over and lifted the lid of the bread box. 

Peeta looked inside and dragged out the bra. He held it up and looked back to Katniss, taking in the matching panties on her lower half. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. I bought my regular size, like always. But when I put it on today it didn’t fit. Apparently I have muffin tops, but on my boobs when I wear that bra.” She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest in an annoyed fashion. 

Peeta’s eyes raked over her form again, slower this time. 

“It didn’t fit?” He asked in a curious tone. 

“It was too tight.” Katniss said between clenched teeth, frustrated with having to repeat herself. 

“Hmmm, would you mind showing me? I mean, you know, just to get a second opinion?” Peeta asked in an all too innocent tone, holding out the bra to her. 

“I already said it didn’t fit, what don’t you believe me?” She practically growled at him, angry at having to explain herself. 

“Oh no, love, I believe you.” He said, stepping into her space, making her take a step back as he crowded her against the kitchen counter. 

“I just want the chance to see your lovely muffin tops for myself.” Peeta told her, as he flashed her a wolfish grin. 

“You do?” Katniss asked in a breathy voice. 

“Kantiss, I always wanna see you. Muffin tops and all. You’re perfect for me.” He told her, tracing a hand over her cheek, looking into her eyes with desire and sincerity. 

“Ok,” Katniss said in a breathy tone as she closed her eyes and soaked in his warm touch. “I’ll put it back on.” She said. 

“But I had this whole thing planned. I wanted to surprise you when you got home. With take out and lingerie.” She told him, opening her eyes and pushing back on his chest. 

Peeta chuckled, and reluctantly stepped back. 

“I can go back outside, if you want. Give us a do-over.” He said in a promising tone. 

“Yeah, you do that. Give me three minutes and then knock.” Katniss said, clutching the bra to her chest and retreating to the bathroom to finagle herself back into the bra that she thought Peeta would appreciate her in. 

But by the wink he threw her, as he closed the door behind him, she thought he’d appreciate her much more out of it. 

If her new, bigger boobs didn’t end up staging a jail break, and Peeta didn’t rip the bra off her body during the course of the night, Katniss thought she might even be able to return the stupid thing and get one that fit properly. 

Even if she couldn’t, she’d still get what she wanted for Valentine’s. 

Her handsome baker as her one and only Valentine. 

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What do you think @jhsgf82 ?? Hopefully you liked this drabble <3 

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: Okay, okay I gotta go to bed cause I have work in the morning and I'm catching up on the last few requests I have but I'll be damned if @finniestoncrane 's Riddler headcanons of the green beans reacting to reader having on OF account didn't absolutely RUIN ME. Also I adored her first take on twojar riddler, I just COULD NOT NOT expand on her idea. So here goes, thank you finnie for always fueling the unhinged fire within me 💚😭

Word Count: 570

TW: OnlyFans, mention of pictures and videos albeit nothing explicit yet, mention of violence and crime (cause duh), and strong language

TWOJAR!Riddler x F!Reader - Only Fans of Us (Pt. 1)

"When were you going to tell me?"

"I was going to tell you, I just wanted to see what would happen first."

"You have almost 15,000 fans…"

"I-Its only been five days since I made the damn account."

Edward looks down at his computer and rolls the mouse wheel down the page. 

"And yet you've made ten posts…I wondered what you were doing while I was gone…"

You felt yourself clamping up and racing for an explanation. You were scared about his reaction and were racking your brain on how you would tell him... eventually! Now you gotta figure this out there and now.

Now you were worried and confused, he was asking questions but hasn't made his feelings completely known. 

Cryptic dick.

His face is absolutely stone faced as he goes through your pictures and the short previews for your videos. 

"Why didn't you tell me you made the account the day of?"

"I wasn't gonna let it be known unless it became a full time thing. I didn't think it would be worth mentioning if it's gonna be a short lived idea. Plus I'm anonymous so I could just delete it and nobody would be none the wiser. But I-I didn't expect it to blow up."

"Oh don't be modest now, you're a natural…"

You couldn't tell if you were to be flattered or remain confused. 

"Do you enjoy it?"

Wait, what?

"I-I mean yeah, it's fun and pretty exciting. Plus I get to make my own money. I know you tell me not to worry about it, but I want to earn my money and not constantly ask you for it.." You stated.

This was true, you were somewhat known and rumored for being the Riddler's lover.  

Despite your otherwise happy go lucky and kind personality…Nobody wanted to hire someone affiliated with a rogue. They didn't want to run the risk of something happening and they ended up a target. 

Employers have their establishment burned down, take out the breaks in their car, hold loved ones ransom..the possibilities were endless.

"I see…" Ed nods. He turns around in his office chair to face you. He wore a white shirt that was one size too small and grey sweatpants. 

You stood in front of him about a foot away, swaying on your feet, shuffling your weight from right to left, anxiously rocking. 

"Look.." You sigh. "Ed I didn't mean to disrespect you, I just…I got curious, and saw how well it was going for Harley and Pam. No one else knows it's me besides you. And I do enjoy it and I also get to earn my own money.."

You lower your head and fiddle with the edge of Ed's black dress shirt you wore. "If you want me to take it down, I will.."

Edward stood up and walked over to you. He lifts your chin up with his finger so you could look him in the eyes. His thumb caressed your chin. 

"I'm not upset…and the last thing I'd want is to take away any sense of fun and independency from you…"

Your eyes widened. There's no fucking way…

"I do, however, have a suggestion…" He brought his over hand up to cup the side of your head and stroke your hair on the side of your face. 

He smirked at you as he leaned into your ear and whispered "from now on…let me join you."

Part 2 ~

[junichan]

Of Scouts and Seekers

A short story I wrote for a friend’s Transformers OC and mine, set in Transformers Prime. Shimmerwing / Saberwing (Kat's OC) is a Decepticon seeker and Intelligence Officer. Lucky (my OC) is a Decepticon energon scout.

23k words, some unnamed Vehicons and Insecticons get killed (Poor St3v3!)

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It was a huge vein of energon which was great except it meant they would have to excavate a really big mine to harvest it, and the bigger the mine, the easier it was to detect. Lucky knew the Autobots would show up eventually. She urged the Vehicon laborers to work as quickly as they were able, stacking filled transport crates at the back of the mine. As soon as they had gathered the required quota Lucky would call for a groundbridge to move it to the Nemesis.

It was too dangerous and too demanding on the warship’s power reserves to keep a portal open continuously. So, between shipments they were pretty much on their own. At least her crew had already extracted and transported more than half of the energon. Lucky just hoped they would have the good fortune of finishing before the Autobots found the mine.

She examined the datapad in her servo once again, even though she knew there had been only a minimal change since the last time she looked at it. Anything to keep her distracted from the awful sounds of the Insecticon guards crawling and hovering around the perimeter of the mine. She couldn’t stand the way they chittered and clacked when they moved; and the sharp buzz of their wings made Lucky’s audials hurt. They were so creepy!

Lucky didn’t have it in herself to truly hate anyone or anything, but she strongly disliked the Insecticons. She felt like ever since they had come aboard, things on the Nemesis had gotten way more tense. Admittedly they were far more effective soldiers than Commander Starscream’s armada of seeker Vehicons. However the Insecticons only seemed to listen to Megatron and even then only in the context of who they should kill first. They were willing and eager to kill everyone, even fellow Decepticons.

The little scout winced and ducked as one of the Insecticon guards buzzed by overhead in its beetle-like alt mode, very nearly taking off her helm. She glared at it but didn’t bother yelling. It wouldn’t listen to her anyway. If anything it would just growl back at her, or worse do one of their audial-pricing shrieks. Now that Lucky would admit she hated! It sounded like claws dragged across a chalkboard combined with a riff from a badly tuned electric guitar.

As if on cue one of those dreaded shrieks sounded near the entrance of the mine. All at once, every single Insecticon guard reared up its head and looked toward the awful noise before sending up shrieks of their own. The mine became filled with the sound of buzzing wings and clacking mandibles as the bug-like Cons swarmed. Somehow even the awful cacophony couldn’t drown out the noise of blaster fire and explosions coming from the mine’s entrance.

The Autobots had arrived!

Lucky frantically opened her comms, “Soundwave, we need an emergency groundbridge!” But the line was filled with static; something was jamming the signal. The Vehicon laborers had all stopped what they were doing and were looking at her anxiously for orders. She felt dread make a cold lump of her internals as she informed them they were stuck. “We’re going to have to fight our way out, I’m sorry.”

Guilt racked her as Lucky watched the Vehicon’s prepare to defend themselves. It wasn’t her fault that their communications with the Nemesis were cut off, but as their officer in charge she felt responsible for their lives. There was a good chance that most of them were going to get offlined. They all hoped the Insecticons would be able to drive the Autobots off, but if the Prime was with them that was unlikely.

For whatever reason Optimus had shown up at Lucky’s energon sites more and more often lately. Arachnid said it was because the Prime wanted to eat Lucky’s spark, but Lucky was mostly certain the spider-like Con was only trying to scare her. Optimus Prime was dangerous, but he wasn’t a spark-eater! …Right??

The fighting got closer and closer until missiles were flying into the mine and igniting the exposed raw energon clusters. Some of the remaining Insecticons got pushed back into the mine, and the Vehicon laborers began firing back. Knowing how useless she was in combat, Lucky tried to stay out of the way. She hunkered down behind a spur of boulders at the back of the mine, desperately trying to get through to Soundwave or anyone aboard the Nemesis.

She could only watch in horror as the Insecticons and Vehicons were taken down. From her hiding spot, she couldn’t quite see the entrance of the mine, or the Autobots that were attacking. It very quickly became clear that the Autobots had the upper hand and the Cons were flagging. Lucky began to realize her only hope of surviving was staying hidden. Fortunately for her, her glittering green paint job was already covered in enough dirt and dust to blend in rather well with the rocks she was hiding behind.

There was little comfort found in the sounds of blaster fire and explosions starting to wane. Lucky held perfectly still, refusing to even vent a little as she waited and listened. She expected to hear the sounds of tires or peds and Autobot voices. Instead she heard the whine of turbines? The little scout risked a peek around the edge of the boulders she was crouched behind and saw a seeker moving through the settling dust and smoke.

The figure was tall and elegant, obviously a femme. The only femme seeker Lucky knew was Lieutenant Shimmerwing. Even though the femme’s back was to her and her faceplate was covered by a battle mask, Lucky had to assume it was the Lieutenant. For a moment Lucky’s spark flared with hope. Shimmerwing had come to the rescue! They were saved!

One of the Vehicons staggered upright from where he had been knocked down by an energon explosion. The seeker blew his helm off with a blast from her gauntlet cannon. Lucky pressed a servo over her intake to stifle the gasp that almost came out of her. She watched in horror as the seeker went around, methodically finishing off any Con that was still moving. The femme couldn’t have been Shimmerwing! There was no way Megatron’s own Intelligence Officer would kill her fellow Decepticons!

Lucky had the good sense to duck when the seeker looked around. She made herself as small as possible, fighting not to move a single part, straining her audials to track the seeker’s movement. Her spark shuddered at the sound of pedfalls moving closer to her hiding spot. The little energon scout shut her optics down, unable to keep from trembling as she waited for the end —

The roar of engines and the rumble of tires announced the arrival of the Autobots. Lucky could hear them transforming as they entered the mine.

“Saberwing!” Optimus’ voice boomed off the walls of the cave, accompanied by the whine of several blasters powering up. “Stand down!”

The voice that responded carried a calm self-assurance that sounded a lot like Shimmerwing’s, although the battle mask distorted it enough that Lucky wasn’t sure. “Sure. I’m done here anyway.” Then came the unmistakable sound of a flyer transforming into their alt mode, and the roar of turbine thrusters as it took off.

As the sound of the seeker flying of faded, Lucky could hear the Autobot two-wheeler Arcee vent in disgust, “Looks like another massacre. She didn’t even take any of the energon.”

“Why would a ‘Con go around killing other ‘Cons??” the one called Bulkhead wondered out loud, “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Saberwing clearly has a vendetta she’s carrying out.”

“Against energon harvesters??”

Optimus hummed, his voice heavy with what sounded like pity. “I believe the Vehicon laborers were just collateral damage. It appears Saberwing was targeting the Insecticon guards. Why she is doing so remains a mystery.”

Lucky mustered up enough courage to chance another peek. Primus’ mercy was still with her as the Autobots all had their backs turned to her hiding spot. She waited silently as they called back to their base for a groundbridge and took all the gathered energon with them when they left, reasoning that it would be foolish to allow it to go to waste, or worse let some Decepticons come back for it.

“Surprised Megatron’s little energon sniffer wasn’t here,” Bulkhead remarked just before they disappeared through the groundbridge.

“It is a good thing she was not,” Optimus replied, “Or Saberwing would have killed her like all the others.”

Lucky stayed hidden long after the ground bridge closed, too scared to move. Eventually she slowly stood and took a wary look around. All of the Vehicons and Insecticons assigned to support her were dead, laying in broken heaps of metal and slowly leaking energon all over the cave floor. And the energon they had harvested was gone. Lubricant filled the femme’s optics and a rattling exhale left her vents as remorse and dread washed over her. So many lives lost! And worse, she was going to be blamed for it.

The quiet beep of her comm going off made her jump. It was Soundwave, likely wanting to know why her report was so delayed. It seemed her comms were no longer being scrambled. It took her a few moments to muster up a response. “Something really bad happened down here, Soundwave. E-Everyone’s dead, and the Autobots took the energon. I - I’m so sorry!”

No surprise, she didn’t get a verbal response from the Decepticon Communications Officer. Instead, a small ground bridge opened up in front of her, summoning her back to the Nemesis. Stepping through put her on the bridge of the warship, where Lord Megatron was standing in his usual position of command. Lucky’s circuits went cold with terror and she cast a pitiful glance over at the impassive Soundwave. He didn’t even spare her a return glance; she had messed up and now she was going to have to explain herself.

Megatron’s back was to the young scout as he gazed out of the warship’s massive forward windows, his massive claws folded behind him. Commander Starscream stood at his side at a respectful distance, and even Lieutenant Shimmerwing was there, standing opposite. Starscream’s red eyes fixed her with the usual disapproval, but there was something different about the way Shimmerwing was looking at her.

Lucky’s engine sputtered, remembering the sight of a very familiar looking seeker slaughtering her fellow Cons. Saberwing, she thought desperately, Not Shimmerwing, right?? Normally the taller femme’s smirk was cocky but at least a little amiable toward Lucky. But now her smile was cold. There was a knowing look in Shimmerwing’s optics, as if she could see right through the trembling scout.

Could it be Shimmerwing and Saberwing were the same Cybertronian? If Lucky told Megatron what she had seen, would Megatron believe her? What if he didn’t? Even if he did believe, what would stop Shimmerwing from killing her too?

Lucky’s venting became erratic, escaping her form in sharp puffs as her frantic thoughts spiraled.

Megatron’s voice snapped her back to reality almost painfully. “It’s unusual that you fail so spectacularly, scout,” he observed almost casually. He turned just enough to glare over his shoulder at his smallest minion. “Tell me, exactly how did you manage to let the Autobots kill an entire squadron of Insecticon guards and steal a third of that mine’s energon yield?”

Lucky’s armor was rattling she was shaking so hard. “B-but, Sire, i-it wasn’t –” She started to correct Megatron’s assumption, but then she met Shimmerwing’s optics and her words died in a squeak. The look the femme was giving her was a clear warning. “It – it wasn’t my fault!” she managed to eke out, “Please don’t be angry! I tried calling for help but my comms were blocked!”

Megatron rolled his optics at the pathetic display, while Starscream seemed to become incensed. The seeker commander came forward and slapped Lucky across the helm with enough force to send her stumbling sideways. “Lord Megatron doesn’t want excuses, you pathetic little scrap!” 

“I’m sorry!” she pleaded again, and she really did mean it. But her continued apology only earned her another slap and a kick for good measure. Starscream’s sharp peds really hurt. Lucky didn’t even try to defend herself though, excepting her punishment for failing to keep her fellow ‘Cons safe.

Everyone in the room knew there was nothing Lucky could have done to stop the Autobots. She wasn’t a combatant. But someone had to take the blame and the punishment for a failed mission, and she was the easiest target. After a few more moments of enduring Starscream’s abuse, Megaton deigned to have mercy on the little scout. Lucky’s energon rations were halved for a deca-cycle and then she was dismissed with the warning that next time she wouldn’t get off so easily.

Lucky ran out of there so fast she left scuffs on the floor. She went straight to her habsuite and threw herself on her recharge slab to cry. She cried in remorse for the poor Vehicons that had been killed. She cried at the hopelessness and unfairness of being the Nemesis’ scapegoat. But mostly she cried as she tried to process what she had learned that day – Shimmerwing had been out there murdering Insecticons as a rogue Con called Saberwing. Why?? And what was going to happen to her now that she knew Shimmerwing’s secret?? Would she be killed too?

[merccurry]

Klitz x gn!Reader pt 2

Part 1

You had been repeatedly checking the clock throughout the day, counting down the minutes until it was time to go home. Stopping at your locker you saw Klitz walking with 2 other guys. Quickly putting your folders and books in your backpack, you rushed over to him.

"Hey, wait up Klitz!" Jogging slightly so as to not fall behind in the sea of kids. He and his friends all turned to look at you

"You want to walk home with me, I thought it'd be more convenient if we just went together now." Your hands tightened around the straps of your bag as you waited for his response. You were never really the type to make the first move, and the seconds it took him to respond felt like hours.

He smiled, "Sure that sounds good." You could see his friends start to smirk at each other. The kid in the black cap made some oooh noises, giving Klitz a few hard pats on the back." Don't mind them.” He tried assuring you nervously. Walking side by side he guided you through the packed hallways to the exit.

The two of you made your way outside "My place is a few minutes this way I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, I like walking.” You were put a little at ease as the two of you walked.

"I know right, walking places is fun because you never know what you’re gonna find along the way. Worms, pennies, half-finished cigarettes. One man's trash is my treasure." He laughed at your statement.

"Never really saw it that way, but you're right. Maybe well get lucky and find something cool." The two of you continued on your trek. Obeying the cross walk signs, and jumping over cracks in the concrete. You ended up catching your foot on one, nearly falling flat on your face had Klitz not caught you in time. The adrenaline rush from almost eating it and Klitz's firm grasp on you made your heart feel like it was about to explode “You’re a real-life saver dude.” You said trying to play it off cool as if your face wasn't flushed with embarrassment.

" Well, this is me. Home sweet home." Klitz looked over the house with the unmowed lawn, dotted with white and pink clover flowers. Overgrown vines crept up the walls with large shady trees preventing the sun from drying them out. Due to its older design, it stood out amongst the other cookie-cutter houses in the neighborhood. The two of you made your way up the steps and to the front door. You slipped one of the straps off your shoulder to fish around your bag for your keys. Digging them up from the very bottom they made quite a racket due to the numerous key chains attached to them. Stepping in first you held open the door for Klitz to walk in.

" Take off your shoes, please. My room is just upstairs." You tell him as you kick off your shoes, Placing them on the small rack by the entrance. Klitz follows your example, placing his sneakers next to yours before making his way up after you. As he climbed the staircase, he noticed the various pictures hanging on the walls. Some of you, family, and a few paintings of less significance.

Your room is the last on the right. Opening the door Klitz takes a look around. It was very eclectic, to say the least. Posters, photographs, and artwork covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Your bed was pushed into the corner. Draped across it were a few blankets and various stuffed animals.

"You can put your stuff down by my desk."

Dropping his stuff, he has a glance at its contents. A desktop computer is set up with sticky notes placed around the monitor. A few toys and figures of different characters were lined up at the top of the shelf that was connected to the desk.

"So I was thinking we could get started with the colleague. It's pretty simple, the hard part is clipping out the images and letters so that's where I need you to come in," you say as you drop your things off on your bed.

Going to your closet you bent down and picked up a stack of magazines you had been collecting, then made your way to the desk to retrieve some cutting tools.

" It shouldn't take more than an hour if we work together, and if we cut enough maybe we can have some leftover to make a ransom note or something."

Klitz smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors, flipping through the pages looking for images that would best fit your project. You were defiantly out there in terms of humor, but Klitz didn't think that was a bad thing.

The two of you stayed hunched over on the floor, clipping and placing the pieces into a shoebox. There wasn't too much talking going on, except for the occasional gesture to a page to ask if it would be relevant to the project.

After an hour and a half, you dropped your scissors and straightened out your back, and an audible crunch noise followed. "Jesus Christ! Did you hear that? I think I broke my back." You giggled as you continued to stretch. Klitz too was feeling a bit stiff and began stretching out.

"I think we deserve a break." You stood up and started walking out of the room, " You want something to drink, maybe a snack?"

"Yeah. If it's not too much trouble." Klitz said as he stretched out his legs.

"Is lemonade okay?"

Kiltz nodded. He listened to your footsteps as they went downstairs. Standing up he stretched out his legs. He took this opportunity to look more around your room. He first looked through your music collection. He wasn't able to gauge what type of music you liked as you had a CD for nearly everything. He then made his way to your vanity, littered with various perfumes. Gently picking up one of the smaller bottles he examined its intricate design and lettering before popping the cap off and inhaling deeply. Taking in the smell of you.

He nearly dropped it as he heard you coming back. He quickly capped it and set it back down. Scrambling his way back into a less compromising position before you could question what he was up to.

In one arm you carried the drinks and in your other a container of fruit. Setting down the bowl, you give Klitz a glass.

"Thank you," he said before gulping down the beverage and wiping the tiny bit that escaped his mouth. As his tongue darted out to catch the drink, you took a quick glance at his lips. Quickly averting your eyes from his mouth, you took a sip from your own cup.

"I think we've clipped enough for the collage. Great work partner." Setting down your cup you grab the fruit bowl and found a place next to Klitz, holding the bowl out so he could grab some. "So what should we do now? Do you have anything else planned for tonight?"

Klitz's brain short-circuited for a second. No way was he this lucky to get to spend more time with you alone. "Nope, I'm all yours."

"Sick, so what do you want to do? I have a few movies here that we can watch." Leaning forward on your hands and knees, you look through the various DVDs stored under your tv. Klitz couldn't help himself from using this opportunity to get a look at your ass. Quickly realizing this was a pervy move he averted his eyes to something else in the room. Maybe Eli was rubbing off on him too much...

"Have you seen this one yet?" Holding up one of your favorite films Klitz looked over the title and shook his head. "Can't say I have, but it looks good. Put it on." Smiling as you sat up and turned the tv on, you inserted the disk into the slot. You get up for a moment to get some pillows and blankets. Tossing Klitz one of your stuffed animals you made a little nest around you two, getting comfortable as the movie started.

You saved the image of Klitz sitting, cross-legged clutching the froggy plush in his large hands, in your head.

Making your way to the floor you set up a nest of blankets around you and Klitz. A single pillow dividing the two of you. As the movie progressed he could feel the two of you getting closer and closer. Occasionally his hand would brush up against yours, quickly retreating back to their respective areas. Whenever a particularly romantic scene would play you noticed Klitz would grip onto the stuffed animal. This was, unfortunately, one of his only ways of preventing a boner other than thinking of calculus equations. Once the credits began to roll you both began picking up. Grabbing the containers you put them on your desk. Klitz helped you fold the blankets up and place your clippings into an envelope.

"That was a great movie y/n. Can't believe I never saw it before." He said as he began putting on his bag. "Well, I'm glad you liked it." The two of you made your way downstairs

"This was a real fun time Klitzy, I'm glad we got picked to be partners." Klitz's heart skipped a beat. "Y-yeah? I feel the same way." He said trying to retain his composure when in actuality it felt like his insides were filled with butterflies.

As both of you stood on the porch you took a step toward him before giving him a hug. Klitz tensed up, forgetting his motor functions he raised his hands up and patted you on the back.

"I guess I'll see you on Monday then. Bye~" He didn't get the chance to respond before you shut the door, just standing there awkwardly waving goodbye and he watched you disappear behind the door.

Your face was beaming as you rested yourself against the door. Had it not been for the door propping your up, your shaky legs would have given out from under you.

A/N: I had no idea how to end this part. I'm open to any ideas or requests y'all might have:)

[stat1cstarz]

Rock with you PART 2 🎀

Not requested

Warnings: Smut,anal,p n v,cursing maybe

Genre:Fluff | Smut

Synopsis:Y/N finds out about Eddie’s performance,and her chance of getting backstage,-and takes advantage of the one in a lifetime deal…

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I was walking home last night, it was about 10pm when I finished, I was walking through the cold,empty town until I saw a poster, it read “Ladies and gentlemen,stop by our record store and if you can buy our one of a kind “Rock with you” CD, you can get a free backstage pass to Eddie Munson’s concert, no sensible person would miss this deal”. I stepped inside the record store which was luckily still open, I searched the racks for the album, and found it, it was about 20 cents. I brought it up to the cashier, “Wow, another hm?” He asked, putting the money in the cashier “What do you mean?” I asked, taking the CD “A ton of horny teenage girls come in buying these, good luck getting it tho” he said, as I walked out “Creep” I whispered under my breath.

—————night of concert

It was the night of the concert, luckily I got the pass so I might be able to meet him. After I got ready to look my best for him, I got in my car and drove to the theater. I pulled up and saw a crowd of people filling it, I got my purse and followed them, seeing a large empty area and the stage, I was already in pain realizing that standing for hours in high heels wouldn’t be great, I found my spot near the front, and the lights quickly dimmed. One light above the stage turned on, and Eddie was there, with his electric guitar and a black satin suit and his curly hair straightened and slicked back with gel. The first song began and the crowd of other young girls started screaming, I just hope it’s quieter backstage.

3:00 AM

The concert finally stopped, I enjoyed it but my feet were sore, until over the intercom I heard “Will Y/N L/N please come to the backstage with your pass, someone wants to meet you, really badly..” he said tiredly, I found the ticket in my purse and found the door “So you’re the lucky ducky huh?“ the guard, checking the ticket to see if it was fraudulent, than unhooking the velvet rope. I walked in and saw Eddie doing a ridiculous electric air guitar performance, while his real one was getting tuned and his vanity was being set up. He heard my heels clicking the concrete floor, and he rushed over “Hey princess, I prayed that you would’ve have gotten that ticket, I have so much to show you” he said, trying to seem cool but was also sweating heavily,the beads smudging his perfect eyeliner “What do you wanna show me?” I asked “Well it can’t be here” he said, grabbing my hand and taking me to his room. He shut the door, and took me to his trophy case “Well it’s impressive, I don’t see why the door has to be locked”I said, hearing the click “Don’t mind it, I like..privacy with this kinda stuff, if I wanted to I would’ve brought the camera crew” he said “Well this is pretty normal, I doubt anyone would care” I said “Well what I’m about to do to you, that’s not normal” he said. I turned my head towards him, until he pushed it back to the trophy case, “Nope it’s a surprise” he said, unbuckling his pants and dropping them to his ankles,and taking his shirt and shoes off. He made quick work of my panties, and undergarments “I’ll leave the dress one, wouldn’t want my princess getting cold huh?” He slipped off my heels, I finally felt some relief, until he ripped a large hole in my tights where my wet holes were. “Beautiful” he said getting on his knees, licking from my folds to my ass. I shivered from the contact of his tongue, he stood up and got some lube and a condom “We won’t need the lube yet, but I hope you’re used to condoms” He pulled me by the hips so I was bent over and he quickly lined himself with my folds, shoving in and out slowly. He turned on his radio which was luckily near by. As he got deeper inside I began moaning louder, until he covered my mouth “Shut up” he said “Sorry” I whispered. After a while he finally pulled out “You’re not done yet” he said “And sense you were a bad and girl and didn’t keep quiet, you won’t get any lube” he said, before roughly shoving himself into my ass, I almost screamed but kept my mouth shut, while he violently thrusted into me, this was probably my punishment. I felt his rough fingers rubbing my clit, soon enough I felt my sticky cum drip down my legs “Let me do it, sense you were quiet” he said, getting on his knees and licking it off, before swallowing it. He took me to his bed and laid me down, before laying with me to

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Here's the draft :3

《~~~~~~~》

Most people never remember things, or well, don't remember everything. Whether it be a small thing or something major, you're most likely to forget. But Elijah was very sure he'd remember last night. It wasn't anything un-normal for a night. And it wasn't like he was glad he forgot.

In the day, he went to work for hours. After he got out of the station, he got a call from his sister. She had been frantic. Screaming, crying. Something about the family. An organization. It clicked and Elijah quickly headed over to his family's. His family was big, rich. Elijah looked it too. Light blond hair, near to white but not enough. Pale skin. Yet, his eyes were as brown as the earth.

Your typical rich kid.

So of course they had ties. Organizations, the good, the bad, the eh. These people have been with his family for years. Since Elijah can remember.

Hearing about them from his broken family broke Elijah. They never really had to be a family to them. But for the many years, it's kind of heartbreaking. Being wronged by them…

How awful.

It pissed off Elijah. But after then, he couldn't remember a thing after getting home to Alex, his boyfriend. They talked, had dinner. But that was it. Which made Elijah feel odd. Nobody just forgets something like this. He didn't drink, he was very sure about it. He could've. He had felt it. The stress was awful to his head.

But he didn't. He thinks he went to bed, but he didn't remember going to bed.

But what he found more odd was said organization had been brought down. Someone had gone and killed them all. What an odd day.

It was odd.

Elijah's head hurt, too. "Hey, Hon. Somethin' wrong?" Alex asked, leaning against the counter of the kitchen. Elijah swallowed. What was happening? Elijah couldn't just forget a night, the same day he was told this heart dropping news, and just hear about the downfall of said group. He was wondering if he did that. Would he?

He was upset. He was fuming.

But would he go to those extents?

No, of course not.

"Where's the Asprin?" Elijah simply asked in reply. His voice so meek.

"It's in that cabinet." Alex moved his hand to open the cabinet that held all their pills and cough syrups. "I'll grab you a cup of water." Alex took a glass from the drying rack, flicked off any remaining droplets and turning on the faucet.

"Did it just start hurting?" Asked Alex.

"Yeah…" Elijah answered, staring at the pill bottle. His mind still racing. "Maybe you should skip out on work. Ya seemed out of it last night." Alex brushed Elijah's hair behind his ear. "Maybe. I need to be with my family anyways. The shit that's going on…" Elijah sighed and took the cup from Alex's hand and took out the pills from the bottle. "I think that's for the best." Alex replied.

Alex bent down to give a quick peck on Elijah's cheek before leaving the kitchen. "I'll call the chief then." Alex reached into his pocket and took out his phone. Elijah drowned out the conversation his boyfriend had over the phone, too busy thinking as he downed the pills finally.

He saw Alex glance over with a comforting smile as he spoke.

Elijah was lucky.

Especially through the things they had gone through. It wasn't anything severe, but with Elijah's temper and childish nature being prone to appearing, it led to countless arguments. With Alex's flirtatious nature and his jealousy, it never mixed. But Elijah tried his best to be better.

Alex was patient. He didn't deserve that, but he had it. He was glad to have met him at his sister's wedding. He thinks he scored the best person ever. And hell, Alex was pretty attractive. Muscular…tall…toned skin. One eye mostly covered by his hair, make-up on his beautiful face. Perfect.

Elijah forgot what he had been thinking about. He laughed to himself.

"Yes, of course. I'll tell him." Alex hung up the phone and turned towards Elijah again. "You have the day off, but you've been assigned a case. Somethin' about a mass murder…?" Alex leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. "'Kay…" Elijah answered, giving him a slight smile. "You should receive it tomorrow when you get back. Think you'll be okay?" Alex continued, tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah. I think so. Thanks, Babe." Elijah nuzzled Alex's chest, holding his hip. "'Course, Darlin'." Alex leaned down and gave Elijah another quick peck. "Want me to drive ya to your folks?" Alex asked. "Can you? I don't think I can drive myself with this headache." Elijah grinned.

"Of course." Alex stretched.

Elijah went to change out of his sleep clothes before realizing how dirty his turtle neck shirt was. Dark stains, it was crusted too. What…happened?

He shrugged and went to find another shirt.

He didn't feel well enough to fix his hair. Neither did Alex, still in his sleep outfit. He slipped into a shirt and grabbed the keys. "You're not staying when we get there?" Elijah asked. "It's none of my business to be there. This is between you and your family. But do give me a call when you need to be picked up." Alex said.

Elijah just nodded.

They quietly got in the car and Elijah looked out the window. Thinking to himself. He was trying to remember. But everything was a blurr. The closer he got to maybe remembering, he forgot instantly.

Elijah never forgot this fast. He forgot things normally like a normal person. But not something like this. He had to at least remember going to bed. "Hey…did I go anywhere last night?" Elijah spoke, his voice full of thought. Distant. "Yeah. You were pissed off, yelling," Alex started, Elijah did remember that, he screamed, he yelled, he cried. "Then, when you calmed down, you went over to your folks. Called your parents to confirm, too. Just in case. Checked out." Alex continued, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Anything else?" Elijah asked.

"I fell asleep." Alex admitted. "I was pooped, so I went to bed. You came home hours later and went to bed with me. That was it." Alex finished, finally looking over at Elijah. "What's up?"

"Huh…um. Sorry. I just happened to forget that night. I guess I was too upset that I completely blacked out." Elijah concluded. Yeah. It made sense. Elijah probably went to go comfort his family after having his moment of pure anger.

That was it…

It has to be.

He'll have to ask his parents.