#lol but it was v nice and a relaxing day/drive in his car

[chaos-and-cookies]

Had a v nice saturday w/ my love & my best friends fam 😌

[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you—you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

[irlnumbuh3]

more teen sector v headcanons

a/n: if anyone knows any highschool or even college fics of them plz send them my way i miss them so much :’)

cw: i swear lol , 3x4, 2x5, weed sorry not sorry

- nigel’s basement becomes the new hangout spot for the group

- there are so many consoles, bean bag chairs, and even a pool table. yeah they hook it up real nice B) they still even have that old couch of theirs!

- they meet there pretty frequently after school, always at least one day out of the week. it’s like a second home for them

- nigel’s parents install a ring camera at the door and they all have the app downloaded to see whatever messages are left on there 😭 they always send them in the gc they have together

nigel: wally please stop putting ur mouth on the ring camera. thank you

abby: i told him last week that it was nasty🤦🏽‍♀️

wally: haters r my motivators

kuki: we are on our way to do it right now!! :D

nigel: not you too kuki….

hoagie: oh yeah not just those two😈

nigel: QUIT PUTTING ALL OF YOUR MOUTHS ON MY CAMERA.

- hoagie is the first to get his license so he’ll give his friends rides pretty often

- he inherits this old beat up van from his aunt. and wow it is UGLY

- oh but of course everyone has to respect his “Betsy” because she’s his beautiful lady

- and if you don’t respect Betsy… well you’re gonna have to walk

- hoagie also treasures Betsy because well that’s where him and abby had their first kiss

- never forget when they all were going to get pizza after school in hoagie’s van and it broke down mid drive

- no like Betsy gave out 2 miles before they got there and everyone was yelling at hoagie to just get rid of the van

- nigel could’ve gotten his license first because he is the oldest but he just never really got the time to because he’s always busy in school

- and yeah they make fun of him because this boy doesn’t even have his permit

- wally gets his license after hoagie, then abby, and then kuki who was a little scary to teach how to drive 😭

- wally being the loving boyfriend he is would try to show her but oh god would his patience run a little thin

- because well he drives a pickup. and kuki hates pickups, at least driving them. she’s a passenger princess when it comes to driving w her bf 🤷🏼‍♀️

- like the passenger seat is specifically reserved for her bc she’s made it her own

- and well because wally only likes to drive next to her 🤔

- even though they fight over the radio but that’s another story

- speaking of that abby usually always has the aux because this girl has the best fucking music taste 😭

- like she always knows what the group is feeling that day so the right songs are ALWAYS PLAYEDDD

- one day after school they all make a shared spotify album for their car rides

- abby likes r&b and some pop, kuki is a pop girl and just party music, hoagie also really likes r&b and just old classics, and omg is he a tyler the creator dickrider me too, no one ever really knows what nigel listens to but he always knows every song they play, and wally is into rock and nu-metal

- but what always gets everyone hyped is like old justin timberlake for some reason LMFAOOO like My Love Featuring T.I. never fails in that car

- never forget when they hotboxed the absolute SHITTTT out of hoagie’s van LMAO

- well because idk i headcanon wally is a smoker 🤷🏼‍♀️ not a crazy pothead but you know it helps him relax so why not

- and you know maybe one day he rolled some for his friends on a saturday night when nigel’s parents were out of town

- definition of perfect opportunity ^^^^

- and that was the only way nigel agreed😭he was freaking out over the smell it would make in his house

- kuki had gotten high ONCE before because well she was curious of why her boyfriend liked to do it

- and he didn’t want her to smoke alone or with other people without knowing how she’d react so he made sure she only smoked when they were together that first time

- and yeah she’s a giggler

- so yup the sesh was a little funny because abby’s tolerance was good, she felt so relaxed, kuki is a big laugher so everything becomes funny, hoagie becomes a TALKER OH MY GOD he does not stop talking and nigel FINALLY RELAXES

- he was the most hesitant which is funny because after he starts regularly asking if they can have a sesh after school he feels like a bad boy it’s really funny

- i mean, he’s in charge of EVERYTHING at school and he’s an all honors kid🤷🏼‍♀️and lizzie just drives his ass crazy. he needs to de-stress somehow

- their usual thing to do is get high and watch movies in the basement. oh and food is always ordered no matter what time it is😭those 5 can EAT

- the 711 runs after are always the best

- sometimes they run into people from school at 711 and those people always kind of envy the friendship the 5 have

- they stayed close from elementary through middle and all the way to highschool. no one ever said anything to them but, lots of people admired the bond they had for all being so different

- wally is well respected in school, not because he’s a bully like how he used to be, but because he’s cool if you are. if you leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. if you don’t mess with his friends ESPECIALLY his girlfriend, ur fine. but get on his nerves? and ur screwed

- not only is he respected bc of that but because he’s the school’s best soccer player. no one could really pick on him, he was strong, he had gotten diagnosed with adhd and dyslexia so finally was able to maintain his grades (people finally stopped calling him dumb) he was cool as long as you are, and he just grew up (especially in height that boy got TALL)

- he learned how to maintain his anger too because of his lovely girlfriend , kuki sanban!

- Gallagher High’s sweetheart. she was smart, pretty, SO WELL RESPECTED, and a social butterfly. you could NOT hate kuki sanban, maybe out of jealousy, but never for any other reason

- she tutored underclassmen, participated so much in school events, and was a cheerleader. none of that ever got to her head though, she was still the same sweetheart everyone knew in elementary

- but she’s also another one that is only cool if you are. if you mess with her, her friends, her boyfriend, or her little sister? she will not give you the time of day

- wally taught her how to defend herself better while she taught him how to better control his anger. yeah they’re cute (i love them so much can you tell???)

- hoagie is the school’s pretty quiet boy. he’s an ambivert. he seems very introverted at first but once you become his friend , that boy is social! he’s also in band but he’s those really cool band kids everyones friends with

- people also FINALLY started thinking he was funny too. he and wally pull pranks in school all of the time

- some people called him a nerd and would make fun of him but wally got that all to end and people started giving him a chance

- he’s a dnd player i don’t make the rules

- everyone meet dnd club’s president hoagie gilligan🫡

- lots of people had crushes on him but his eyes only stayed focused on one girl, abby lincoln :)

- everyone loved abby, everyone had always liked her since elementary school! she was kind and just fucking COOLLL she’s a badass

- everyone knows abby in school and abby knows everyone. she could befriend anyone no matter what “clique” people thought you belonged to

- she’s on the schools track team and WOW is she good

- the group always goes to support her at her track meets :’) she is definitely someone to watch

- she gets offered lots of scholarships because of track. when i tell you she’s good, SHE IS GOOD!

- and lastly we have our nigel uno! the silent cool guy

- no really, everyone knows him, but unlike abby, he does not know everyone 😭 he’s kind of just focused on his goals and his friends

- when highschool first started, people liked to pick on him for doing so much at school and being a perfectionist. but then people actually got to the know the kid and he was a cool guy

- and when rumor spread that someone saw THE nigel uno high at 711 with his friends, people knew there was more than just a strict/un-fun layer to him

- he was the grade’s class president and actually handled his stuff pretty well. he knew wrong from right and when there were good and bad times for things. he was so well respected by teachers and his fellow other geeks

- and well people kind of dug his british accent LMFAOAOAOA

- he gets confused when popular kids nod their head to him or fist bump him but he doesn’t question it. he thinks no one knows him but they all really do

- and plus. you couldn’t be in a friend group with the other 4 and not be admired in some way. when i tell you the school all knew their iconic group, i mean it

- in a place with petty drama and rumors, people wanted what those 5 had. a real bond and love for eachother

[earlysunshines]

IM BACK AFTER LISTENING TO YOUR MUSIC RECS !! Everything you recommend was 🤭👏❤️ not a song that I didn’t like. But I’m here to tell you my favs

Do 2 me - kaytandra

I really liked this one the beat is super good and catchy the chorus I think (~~you no what you do to me. I said no….) that part was my favorite I immediately added this song to my playlist

Beauty and essex

I’m already a huge fan of Daniel Cesar so anything with him I’m already hooked so this song was fire

Wake up call by Mel blue

The perfect feel good song while driving in the car after a long day

Daisy - w2e

I have a couple w2e songs in my playlist and I need to listen to them more because I’m missing out on sm this song was so good

Slow down - Mac ayers

UGHHH THIS WAS SOO GOOD. This song has been on repeat since last night when I listened to it for the first time

Come back to me - rm

Was boppin my head the entire time I was listening to this. Never listened to rm but it makes me wanna listen to more

Satin - destin

This reminded me of Chris brown. I really like his voice

ANDDD I also wanted to say what you said abt Kendrick was 1000% true. I went to his Mr morale concert a couple years ago and all the videos I took were kinda ruined because I was singing into my phone the entire time and ruining the video💀

Buttttt thank you sm for the songs your music taste is insane

- the anon who asked for the music recs

OH MY GOSH ILY??S?DL:KF: i love when ppl take time to listen to my recs music is soooo serious to me u don't get it like omfg you deserve love and luck for the rest of your life

do 2 me: first listen had me hooked esp the intro/first verse it just had a flow and vibe that caught my attention so quickly

beauty and essex: sooo chill adn the first time I heard it I FELLT it in my bones like i was mkaing faces listening to it bc of how wonderful it is to hear and esp daniel caesars voice the way it swings so nicely plus the BASS OMFG...

wake up call: it was accidentally added to my playlist but I was sooo into it after first listen its so like relaxing and lowk and I listen to this a lot esp at night and when I'm in the car but a passenger + one of my favorites I listened to it a lot when I was on vacation in asia

daisy: a classic imo like this song has been with me since release bc I found wte a few months after they debuted and ugasdghh this song makes me lovesick and aushdfbsdkj

slow down: big fan of slow rnb that relaxes u, same feeling I get listening to wake up call

come back to me: i lowk shit on bts a good amount (songs they've made as a group) and have only been really into v's music, but this opened my eyes to what rm is capable of and the feeling + emotions in the song are played out so well, conveyed in a way that makes me sit and ponder I loooove this song and the whole album. i esp like the last chorus when the vocals overlap I think it's really bittersweet and I love songs like that

satin: nooo bc i discovered destin bc it was added to a playlist somehow then dove deeper into his music and omfg this one is just sooooo head bopping like shiiiit I'll be making faces listening to this too. his voice is very unique and like ughhasfdhj so perf

OFC i love giving song recs really I am so passionate about music LOL but I can't write enough words that can fully explain that thank you for taking the time to listen!! you're so sweet

[pink-bear]

NSFW Alphabet: Kazuichi Soda

Pink lemonade boy~

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

THIS IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he’s giving it, he always makes sure his partner has water, a snack if they request it, and plenty of kisses and praise. When he’s receiving it, he lowkey loves being pampered, it makes him feel appreciated :’)

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself, he likes his hands. He’s good at using them, and learning to use them on his partner is one of the things he perfects first.

As for his partner, he’s a butt guy for sure. Perfect for grabbing and spanking! He also very much enjoys boobs, but it’s not a requirement!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a basic amount, and likes doing so inside his partner any chance he gets (whether it’s in their mouth or their downstairs area).

He also lowkey likes the taste of his own cum, and often times lick it off himself after he’s jerked off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves smelling his partner’s undies, especially when they’re away for whatever reason. He’ll sometimes even wear them and masturbate in them, too. Dirty boy...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s super inexperienced. A number of factors went into him not losing his virginity as a teen (his social awkwardness, his anxiety, the fact he wasn’t very popular, ect.). Pretty much all the stuff he knows is from porn, and actually executing that is awkward to say the least-

BUT HOPE IS NOT LOST! Like anything in this world, the more you practice, the better you get! Once he finds an understanding and patient partner, he’ll learn the ins and outs of being a good lover, and he’ll get the hang of it in no time!

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Gives him access to his partner’s butt, and he loves leaning over and leaving bite marks with them sharp chompers of his. He also likes how deep he/his partner can get, and how he/his partner can reach around and pleasure whoever bottoms as well!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some silliness can really help settle his nerves, especially his first few times. For sure he likes it when things are passionate, but having a little bit of goofy sprinkled in, especially afterwards, can really make the whole experience that much better. If he can both satisfy and make his partner giggle, then he’s on cloud nine!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His manscaping could be...better, but it’s nothing unbearable. Often times he just forgets to do it (this guy forgets to shower a lot too, pls be patient with him). If he has a date coming up, or his partner asks him to, he’ll trim things up a bit, but he never likes being completely bare.

And no, the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. Its black like his natural hair colour! Though he has thought about dying it too...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His attempts at being romantic can sometimes be a bit corny, but the passion is totally there. He’s not the best with words, but he’ll go on and on (and on and on) about how special his partner is when he’s truly found the one.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This poor guy jacks off A LOT. Being as sexually frustrated as he is, it’s not uncommon for him to crank one out daily. Once he finds a regular sexual partner it goes down, but sometimes he just can’t wait!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sexy car washes. Skimpy clothing, getting all wet and bodies being pressed against the hood of a nice car? Oh man, he’ll cream his pants in seconds.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in his workshop, and probably has an old couch there for that very reason (though he’ll say it’s for relaxing/napping to anyone who asks).

Apart from that, you can’t go wrong with the bedroom! Especially if the bed is real comfortable~

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner absolutely desperate for some fuck. Talk dirty to him, whisper in his ear, tease him, and he’s READY TO GO!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unsanitary (pee, poop, ect.), of course. He also doesn’t really like being tied up, since it causes his anxiety to spike when he isn’t able to move his hands.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral, especially after a hard day’s work. He’ll happily return the favour, but it may take him a bit of practice to get good at it. Good thing he’s an eager learner! Just be careful with those teeth-

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how he’s feeling. Sometimes when he’s real horny, he gets down to the nitty gritty. However, when he’s feeling a bit vulnerable, or he had a nice, peaceful day with his partner, he will for sure show his appreciation by being sensual and sweet.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man lives for quickies. A good stress reliever, and a good way to spend a break from work!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He love the idea of getting caught, but not so much actually running the risk of it. He prefers to do things in “private public places”. As in places that would normally be populated, but at certain times of the day are vacant with no actual risk. For example: His workshop after closing.

Actually getting caught makes him want to cry :’)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is kinda low, ngl. He can last a few minutes, maybe around ten at the most. He makes up for it however by the amount of rounds he can go, especially spaced throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Soda loves toys! Vibrators are his favourite, especially using them on his partners. He also has a few sizes of dildos and butt plugs, fleshlights and some nipple clamps too!

He’s thought about making his own toys, but maybe that isn’t the best idea...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Soda likes to tease, with that shit eating grin we all love so much. When it comes to his partners teasing him, however, he’s a total baby lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This boy is LOUD. Oh my lord, lots of moaning, groaning, whimpering and begging. And when he bottoms...honey, you got another storm comin’

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soda wears a tank top and boxers under his jumpsuit. It gets pretty hot in that thing, so he doesn’t want too many layers.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is uncut and pretty average in both length and width. He’s rather self conscious of it, seeing how the media portrays big dicks as the most desirable. Sometimes he even thinks of getting a piercing to “add a little something extra to it”, but is too chicken to actually go through with it. Eventually he learns it’s not the size of the boat that matters, but the motion of the ocean 🌊

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Soda’s unbelievably thirsty, it’s on his mind a lot, to a point it’ll sometimes get in the way of work. So once he gets a sexual partner, the first few months he’s gonna be pretty damn desperate for some fucc. He settles down eventually, but he can still get in the mood pretty easily, and will very rarely turn down an offer.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once the sexy times are over, he’s out like a light. With the combination of his job, his anxiety and the strenuous task of love making, it really tires the poor guy out.

🌸🌸🌸

And there you have it! My first post on here WHOO!

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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[imagineurfavs]

Nu’est - Baekho A-Z

“I knowww you’re in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking fr”

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A - Aftercare

Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so it’ll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But he’ll probably run a bath or shower for you

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself he likes his arms, they’re big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when he’s on top of you...oof...nice.

C - Cum

Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if that’s not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. He’ll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd

E - Experience

It’s a tricky one lmao. I feel like he’s just got a natural way with people lol, he’s a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesn’t strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, I’d say he’s got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, he’s done it a lot, rather than he’s done a lot of different stuff...yknow??

F - Favourite Position

Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He’s not like, immaculately clean shaven, but he’s not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Almost every day, if not every day lol. It’s something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, he’ll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he’s dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere where y’all can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesn’t wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry lads 

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:

1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)

2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.

3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I feel like literally the only thing he’s unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. He’s really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up y’alls dynamic. It’s something he cant even bear thinking about.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.

When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

I mean, he’s a healthy guy lol, he’s gonna have super good stamina. I feel like there’d be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself, but that’s not to say he’s not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a fan, he just doesn’t understand it lol. He’s not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. He’d much rather just get to the main event lmao

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which he’s honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, he’ll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, he’s also not a sub either. BUT, he get’s so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when you’re the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. It’s literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and he’s got some nice girth lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

I feel like it’s either one extreme or the other lol. It’s either he can’t keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or he’s just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...there’s no way of knowing sksks

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao

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[bumblesimagines]

Christmas Spirit

Part 3

I'm aware these fics are short lol

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(Y/N) smiled as he smelled the aroma of cookies baking. He hummed softly, pulling them out and letting them on the counter. He checked his phone, responding to texts. (Y/N) sighed softly, waiting for the cookies to cool down. He sipped on his hot chocolate, chewing on the mini marshmallows. (Y/N) stepped closer to the counter, touching the cookies. He started decorating them, humming a soft Christmas song. He answered a call, smiling.

"What's up, V?" (Y/N) asked.

"We still singing at the park?" Veronica asked. (Y/N) hummed, licking some frosting off his finger.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great! I've already spread the news." Veronica chirped. (Y/N) chuckled softly, hanging up on her and finishing up the decorating. (Y/N) looked at the Christmas tree, licking his lips as he thought back on Malachai. He went on his phone, searching up some leather jackets to buy. (Y/N) glanced at the time.

(Y/N) smiled widely, letting go of Veronica's hand as they finished singing. (Y/N) scanned the crowd, gaze landing on Malachai. (Y/N)'s eyes lit up, quickly approaching him.

"You came!" (Y/N) smiled widely. Malachai nodded, smiling softly.

"I won't stick around though.. A lot of people here don't like me." Malachai said, shrugging. (Y/N) hummed, licking his lips.

"Are you cold?" (Y/N) asked. Malachai still wasn't properly covered up. "Is this a fashion statement or do you just want to catch a cold?"

"Neither." Malachai chuckled. (Y/N) hummed, turning his head. He grabbed Malachai's hand, walking to some of the shops outside of the park. He entered one, looking around. He grabbed a red scarf, wrapping it around Malachai's neck.

"I can buy these for you." (Y/N) said, picking up a beanie and facing him. Malachai let him dress him up. (Y/N) smiled, chuckling softly.

"I already got you your present." (Y/N) said. Malachai blinked.

"What?"

"Yep. So, give me your phone number." (Y/N) took Malachai's phone out of his pocket, calling himself. Malachai stared at him, mind still processing what (Y/N) had told him.

"There. On Christmas, I'll text you so you can pick up your gift. You don't have to get me one." (Y/N) said, paying for the scarf and beanie.

"You didn't have to." Malachai said softly. (Y/N) shrugged, grabbing his hand and taking him out of the shop.

"I wanted to." He smiled softly. Malachai's gaze softened, walking beside him.

"So, tell me about yourself. You live on the Southside and drive a red car. What else is there to know about you?"

"I'm a gang leader."

"Oh.. Dope. Anything else?" (Y/N) looked at him. Malachai furrowed his brows, looking him over.

"You're fucking weird." He breathed out, the lights from shops reflecting off his eyes. "Why are you so nice?"

"Cause I don't want to be bitter and negative." (Y/N) shrugged, looking back at him. Malachai glanced at the flakes of snow on his hair and clothes. He hummed gently, hearing the sound of faint Christmas music playing. (Y/N) dug into his coat pocket, taking out a plastic bag.

"Here." He offered the cookies to him. Malachai took the bag from him, looking them over.

"I baked and decorated them." (Y/N) smiled, gazing up at him. Malachai smiled gently, looking at him.

"Thanks."

"Of course." (Y/N) smiled, holding his hands behind his back. He could tell Malachai was starting to relax and enjoy himself. It warmed (Y/N) to know he was taking someone feel better.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" (Y/N) asked. Malachai glanced away, noticing the couples and families enjoying their night.

"Uhm.. Probably nothing."

"Great. You'll be spending the day with me baking." (Y/N) turned around, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Nope."

[lovinkiri]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Shoto Todoroki

Warning: Ya know, smut, the good stuff!

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A = Aftercare (Do they take care of you afterwards? How?)

Yup.

Yup

Extensive Aftercare.

He will make sure you take a nice shower. Then get you in a nice robe. Get you a nice cup of water and maybe a nice snack. Then give you nice cuddle and whisper the nicest things.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of yours? Of themselves?)

His favorite body part of yours is your lips. He loves kissing them, watching those delicious noises come from them, seeing them smile. The list goes on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He cums a lot, but its not very thick.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to fuck you in his dad's car, dining room, living room, bedroom. It'd be so fucking fun and he gets to defile his father's belongings! Its a win-win!

E = Experience (Any past experience?)

Yup. He's been with quite a few women, nothing long-term though.

F = Favorite Position (What's their favorite position?)

He actually loves missionary. At first. Then your leg is thrown over his shoulder and he's fucking you into the mattress.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during sex?)

He's mostly serious in bed with you, but he can't help but crack a smile if you do.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

He's pretty well groomed down there. Always has been.

And yes, the carpet does indeed match the drapes. Half n' Half ;)

I = Intimacy (Are they romantic?)

Sex with Shoto is romantic, steamy, and just amazing overall. So yup, sex is extremely romantic.

I mean, its an act of love right?

J = Jerk off (How often do they do it? What do they think of?)

Shoto doesn't do it very often. If he's horny, he'll let you know. If you're not in the mood, that's when he handles it.. Personally.

He loves of think of new and sexy role play ideas.

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, breeding, Master/Pet, Role-playing, maybe light degradation.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it?)

He loves taking you in the shower. Just having you hoisted against the wet, cold tiles and watching you shiver slightly. He lovees watching the water drip over your naked skin.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Dirty talk. Definitely dirty talk.

Hearing you whine also turns him on, so be careful with that lol

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do? Turn offs?)

Shoto refuses to share you with anyone. Nope.

O = Oral (Would they rather give or receive?)

He'd rather receive than give. I mean, he loves going down on you, but nothing beats seeing those pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

P = Pace (Fast? Slow? Gentle? Rough?)

He's usually in between. So rough, but so gently. Fast, but not too quick.

Its amazing how precise and careful he can be while giving you both so much please.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

He kinda likes them? Like, he definitely doesn't mind them and won't oppose them. But he'd much rather take his time with your body.

R = Risks (Do they like taking risks? Do they like to experiment?)

He doesn't mind experimenting and talks regularly with you about trying new things! Shoto isn't afraid to be risky and loves trying new things with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

Oh, Shoto can go all night hun. Don't underestimate this cuties power to strip you of walking privileges the next day. And without remorse at that 😭

T = Toys (Do they use/own toys?)

Vibrators, collars, anal plugs, leashes, vibrating underwear.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

Shoto does it unconsciously. He'll be so wrapped up in admiring you that he won't notice your whine from his "teasing".

"You look so beautiful..."

"Sho, please, move, please.."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He's not too loud at all. He'll definitely dish all his groaning out on you, in your ear.

W = Wild card (Random scenario)

Shoto knew it was risky. But he honestly couldn't give a damn. Seeing you bent over the hood of his father's new car, pussy dripping wet and aching for him was worth it all. You look back at him and smirk "Let's make a mess, Sho." You teasingly swayed your hips causing Shoto to groan.

If he wasn't motivated before, he definitely is now. And he can't help the soft hiss as he sheaths his cock into your desperate cunt. Yanking you up by the hair, he whispers "Don't play with fire, Baby."

X = X Ray (Length, size)

Not too thick, but is definitely long with a curve going up. Its not hard for the man to find that G Spot.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is just a bit above average. I mean, he cant help but get horny when you're around him.

Z = Zzz.. (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He stays up for a while before going to bed to talk you to sleep and relax himself. Then to admire your sleeping form because he finds you so amazing 🥺

[purplesurveys]

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What was the longest time you’ve had the hiccups for?  Maybe for half an hour? Mine are never that bad.

What type of TV shows are your favourite?  Not a big TV show type of person to begin with since it seems as if my attention span wasn’t built for once-a-week, season-breaks kind of content haha. I do like sitcoms, I guess...bite-sized ones like Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The Big Bang Theory, etc. Drama shows I’d bite into if the plot is extremely intriguing to me or relevant to my interests, like The Crown or Breaking Bad.

Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything?  I was before then I wasn’t for a very long time, then I came back just recently with this BTS shit I got myself into.

Do you know anyone who has died in battle?  Hmm. I don’t think so. My great-grandpa lived a few more decades after the war.

When was the last time you went on an adventure?  July. My friends and I spent the whole day driving around and stopping by sooo many spots around the metro. It was a lot of fun and we were fucking b e a t after.

What brand is your vacuum cleaner?  I dunno. My mom mainly uses ours.

Are you good at rapping?  I have a number of songs and verses memorized that I can recite quite okay, but I can’t write any of my own.

Name one world issue that upsets you.  Racism.

How do you feel about tanning?  I never saw the the big deal. I will say tanning beds and salons are such a culture shock to me, though. Are some people really that obsessed with modifying their skin tone?

Have you ever given a public speech? Hmm, just the one time I was entered into a public speaking competition and was given a topic to talk about on the spot. That was honestly a lot of fun and I wish there were more opportunities to do that exact same thing.

Do you read comic books?  No. I tried getting into that whole thing, but didn’t see the appeal.

Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved?  Not always but if I’m starting to feel left out or awkward, I will start to ask a question here and there to ease my way into the conversation. But if the topic is clearly none of my business then I do stay out of the way.

Kiss with your eyes open or closed?  Closed.

Do you believe you can change someone?  This isn’t a black and white matter, I think. The idea of changing a person can have a lot of layers; in my org, for instance, I got to pick up a few quirks and behaviors from my friends just by being around them for a long time – in that sense, I changed. But you can also strive to change someone who’s struggling and try to make them become happy, which I tried to do with my ex – which of course I learned the hard way that you can’t change someone if in that context.

How did you react when your first pet died?  I was bummed out but didn’t throw a fit.

Have you ever drawn anime?  No.

Can you use a pogo stick?  I’ve never even seen one in real life. I’m dying to try it out just once.

When’s the next time you’ll see the person that you like?  I don’t like anybodyyy.

Do you like bathing/showering?  I mean...yes? Like I’m not obsessed with showering, but it’s a necessity that I have to regularly do anyway lmao.

Have you ever considered entering a race?  Sure! Just give me a couple of weeks to practice because my endurance and stamina are embarrassing.

Rihanna or Lady Gaga?  Rihanna.

Who was your first good kiss with?  My ex.

What accessory do you want in your bedroom?  SHELVES

What do you take the most pictures of?  My experiences.

What are you always in the mood for?  Starbuuuuuuckssssssss.

What is something that you never turn down?  A day out with friends. I’ll always make time. What is something that you always turn down when offered?  Food, if I’m a guest at someone else’s place.

Name something sexy about your significant other.  I don’t have any.

What is one of your hobbies that you refuse to give up?  Surveys, I guess. I enjoy them too much and have been doing them for nearly a decade.

If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be?  Tennis.

If you could be a professional at any instrument what would it be?  PIANO.

Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician?  Surgeon. I would be too terrified seeing dead people, anyway.

Have you ever been on a subway? Nope.

Are you in love?  No.

Do you like having your lip softly bitten when you’re kissing?  Sure. Softly, roughly...both are fine hahaha.

Do you want to get married when you’re older?  I hope so. I want my turn, too.

What was the last band shirt you wore?  Eh, I don’t own any. I wore a fanmade V-themed shirt yesterday, if that counts.

You can have a milkshake right now. What flavor do you choose?  OMGGGG that sounds so fucking good rn. Chocolate chip cookie dough.

Have you ever given someone flowers?  Mhm, I used to give my ex bouquets whenever it was our anniversary.

What day of the week is usually your busiest day?  Monday like 98% of the time, so I hate them. It ultimately varies, though. Sometimes some days are a hell of a lot more hectic than others.

Do you have any concerts coming up? I mean...obviously not.

Do you like or hate the smell of fish?  Oh yessssssss. The smell of seafood/ocean always makes me fucking drool.

What’s your favorite brand of chips?  Pringles, or this local brand of salted egg chips that I love to get.

Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud?  Yeah, once. We had to write a poem as our homework and my teacher picked out a couple that he thought were the best-written, and one of them was mine even though I still firmly believe I did a shit job.

Do you like pineapple?  Oh god no. One of the worse fruits I’ve had.

Does your house have a dishwasher?  No. It seems to be just a Western thing.

Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo?  I probably do, but I just can’t give you a lineup of names. Flower tattoos seem to be trendy these days, especially in the line style.

How many different languages can you say goodbye in?  So I have goodbye, paalam, 안녕히 가세요, adios, auf wiedersehen, sayonara, au revoir...so that’s 7.

Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies.  Ummmm definitely childish and I can feel that the humor tries so hard sometimes but I do enjoy some of his movies, like 50 First Dates. 

Have you ever had to get a tooth pulled? If so, what for?  Yeah, I mentioned this on a previous survey.

Have you ever dated anyone while they were in jail?  No, I’ve never dated anyone who’s been imprisoned.

If you’ve ever babysat, do you like it?  I ‘babysat,’ but technically all eldest Asian daughters are expected to look out for their younger siblings and cousins anyway. I didn’t actively enjoy it, but sure, it was fun playing with them and it’s always nice to be viewed as responsible.

What is your favorite flavor on sunflower seeds?  I don’t eat sunflower seeds. I don’t dislike them, I just really never seek them out.

Do you get cold easily?  Yes.

Do you get a lot of spiders in your house?  Hmm no. If we do get visited they are almost always too small to be seen.

Do you admire nature?  Yeah, I try to be around it as often as I can.

Name one naughty thing you’ve done.  Had sex while a few people were in the same room. I pay for it now hahaha; those friends who had the misfortune to be in that situation have never let me live it down and it’s one of their go-to stories when I’m being introduced to new friends.

Name two of your favorite things as a child.  I loved everything Bratz. I also liked Play-Doh.

Do you own a Pillow Pet?  No, I’ve never even heard of that.

Do you tend to solve problems with violence?  Never.

Have either of your parents gone to jail?  Nope.

Do you know a hoarder?  I heard my grandma had been one, but I didn’t see traces of it when I used to visit her. I guess she had been when she was younger and stronger. I show traces of hoarding too, but I don’t think it’s at a concerning level; I literally just threw out a bunch of shit in my room I’ve hoarded over the last five or so years.

Do you wax, pluck, or leave your eyebrows?  I don’t touch them; I’m never all that worried about my appearance. On very rare instances, I will shave some of the excess hair off. Do you have any interesting scar stories?  None of them are interesting tbh, just results of my own stupidity.

Do you hate the texture of meatballs?  I don’t hate their texture but I also just don’t enjoy meatballs in general. I find them boring, which has always led me to think if they’re really supposed to be just boring clumps of meat or if I’ve just always been served average meatballs.

Do you get migraines? Yes, I usually get one after work. They’ve decreased in frequency now but one will drop by every now and then to give me a shit time.

Do you like guns?  No.

Are turtles amazing creatures? All animals are. :') < Yes! Except cockroaches.

How much time do you spend taking surveys?  I dedicate an hour or so every weekend. I often wish I can allot more time, but I also have other hobbies and interests I would usually want to catch up on during the weekends. 48 hours is just too short :(

Would you rather visit: The Eiffel Tower or Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids, in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even need to think about it.

Would you like to work at a candy shop?  Uh no. If I had to, it would be on the back-end, maybe in the corporate side of things lol.

Do you have feelings for someone?  Nope.

Which one of your guy friends is the best looking?  JM.

Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf?  No.

Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player?  I don’t use music players anymore but my Spotify always reminds me of how much I listen to BTS whenever they do one of their quirky listening habit reports lol.

Which song describes your mood at the moment?  I want to go with RM’s Bicycle just because I’m feeling quite content and relaxed at the moment.

Which movie(s) do you quote the most?  Eh, I’m not a big movie quoter.

Which one of your best friend’s friends would you most likely date?  I honestly don’t see any of them as date-able.

Would you ever let anybody else drive your car?  Sure. I’ve let Hans and Gab drive it countless times when I’ve had too much to drink. It’s a small car and is fairly easy to use and navigate. I would let Anj use it too at some point, but I want her to perfect her u-turns first hahahaha.

Which one of your friends will be the most successful?  It’s already one of my friends to begin with but I’m not naming names. They come from a privileged background to begin with and their godfather already handed one of his companies down to them, so. They were also told the CEO position is already a sure slot for them.

What store did you last shop at?  I wanna say NCAT, this Korean-themed store that sells trinkets and jewelries and plushies and stuff. They also sell BTS albums so Anj and I dropped by to check out and touch all the albums we can’t afford yet HAHA

Do you think telepathy is real?  No.

When did you last draw something for fun?  Last Saturday when I played an online drawing/guessing game with my uncles and aunts.

Who makes the most in your entire family?  My dad.

Do you like writing essays?  I love essays, it’s my favorite writing piece to make.

Do you think plastic surgery is no big deal?  It turns into one when it gets obsessive, like when people get excessive plastic surgeries specifically to look like another person. I’m looking at you, fucking Oli London.

Do you take your trash to the dump or have it picked up?  It’s picked up.

When you sneeze do you sneeze into your shirt or your hands?  I look away and just sneeze. Sometimes I’ll put up my elbow.

Do you usually have sex in the morning, noon or night time? Erm, I usually had it at night. I only had morning sex when we would spend the night; and I nearly never had noon sex.

Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test?  No.

Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?  Gun to my head, Lil Wayne.

Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently:  Reena!!! I’m so grateful Angela introduced us to each other :) We both tend to get shy so we don’t actually actively get chatty when we see each other irl, but I love her presence and I love that she is my friend. I make up for it by being super friendly and wacky in our group chat haha. Does your car have a sunroof?  No. We used to have a car that did, but we had to sell that during the peak of the pandemic.

Are you closer to your mom or your dad?  Dad.

Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No.

Who’s the last person you cuddled with?  My ex.

Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook?  Yeup.

[cherrybloomn]

Delicate - Chapter 4

Alright guys, so here it comes.  I am not really sure if anyone is reading this story, but for me it’s a great joy of writing it. I’m not much of a writer, but it’s a nice thing to give it a go. If there is anyone that would like to be tagged, let me know and I will. As for now there’s no tag list as I’m not really sure anyone reads this, lol

Once again, HUGE thank you for my most wonderful beta and supporters @musings-sans-muse​ and @shellbilee​ <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Warnings: strong language, (it’s a slow burn so.. no more warnings as for now), a bit of a breakdown. 

Music inspiration: ( as I really love to discover all the music inspirations here on Tumblr, I’ve decided to put all the songs/music that have inspired me to write) -

1) Jacob Banks & Louis the Child - Diddy Bop -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxcsoynCkPk

2) Olafur Arnolds - Poland - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIq55s61KAE

3) Ruelle, Fleurie - Carry you -  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i39fan8ow-o

Storyline: Naomi Poesy is a TV host of the show about acting and contemporary cinema. She is living life to the fullest, but for some reason she promised herself, she will never do any relationships. Much to her surprise she befriends one of her guests. Will she keep her promise?

30th of July, 2020

Naomi was driving her car home from her pure barre classes, when her phone rang. She quickly switched the Bluetooth on and pressed the dial button.

“Hello, boy. How are you doing? It’s your last Friday of freedom! Are you still in London or have you already got to the countryside?”

Henry chuckled. “Thank you I’m actually doing very fine. I can’t wait to get back to work. Finally. I’m in the countryside already. I’m throwing a small party tonight. Just closest friends. Shisha included. Hope you’re on board. Colin said he could pick you up.”

It took Naomi a minute to answer that question, as she was distracted by other drivers’ weird actions on the road.

“What the fuck is he doing!” She looked to her right and gave the driver sitting in the other car the scary look. “Oh, sorry. The party. Yes. Well, no. I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I’d love to though, really. I know we won’t be able to meet for a couple of weeks now, but BBN has a new CEO. Tonight there’s this introductory dinner. I have to be there. To be honest I don’t really know how I feel about it. This guy is so… disturbing. He visited us two days ago and said that he would announce who is going to end their journey with BBN, and I quote,“Some of you have nothing to add to the company”.

“Naomi, come on! You don’t really think you are one of these people! You are nominated to the TV Rising Star Award! Come on!  But when itcomes to your presence at the party, well, I won’t deny I’m a little bit disappointed. I hoped we’d see each other tonight. But I do understand of course. Please let me know tomorrow how the dinner went. Oh, and I am keeping my fingers crossed on Monday. I sincerely think you do deserve to win the award.”

“Thanks. Alright, so, have a great time in the evening and don’t get stoned!”

“Thanks…” There was a short silence between them, Naomi felt like he wanted to add something more, but he didn’t, so she finally broke the silence:

“Ok. Oh, and Hen… I will sincerely miss you. I know how tight your schedule is” she stopped for a brief moment to rethink if she should ask for that, but decided to do so, and continued with soft voice “but just call me from time to time.”

“If I didn’t know you, I would have thought you fell in love with me, or something.” He joked.

Naomi smiled “Hm. I’m just curious. What makes you feel like you know me?” She asked playfully and grinned like a Cheshire cat at her question.

“Should I read between lines??” Naomi could only imagine him raising his eyebrow with the cheeky smile on his face.

“I don’t know. It’s you who said you knew me.” She giggled. “Ok, that’s enough. I’m almost at home, so I need to end this wonderful conversation. Keep in touch.”

“Absolutely. Now that you’ve admitted to falling for me, touching is inevitable.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and exclaimed quickly “Oh dear god, you did not just say that!” And also added with laughter: “Bye!”. She ended the conversation.

To fall in love with. Whatever being in love means. Naomi thought about it for a while. She didn’t really remember what that meant, how it felt. Was she in love with anyone right now? She knew she wasn’t in love with her fuck friend – James. Henry – on the other hand – was important to her. She thought about him every evening beforeshe went to sleep, she thought about him every morning. His messages made her smile, and the thought of their meeting made her feel warm inside. She knew that with every meeting, she wanted more – longer conversations, just one more movie to watch, another joke to share, another (un)accidental touch. She shivered at each thought of his touch. It has always been so casual and innocent, yet so powerful and soothing. Oh, fuck. Enough of this. He’s so not my type. Her own thoughts terrified her, so she tried to push them away.

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The evening came very fast. Enveloped in a black, knee-length, silky dress by Dior and Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel, Naomi found herself in a cab on the way to the dinner. Her hair was styled in soft waves and her lips painted red. She was very stressed about losing her job, but tried to do as much as possible to make herself presentable and appealing. What a pathetic circus– she thought.

Just before leaving the cab Naomi fixed her makeup. She entered the Ritz, and quickly headed to the hostess, who waited to lead the guests to the tables. The young girl welcomed her with a glass of champagne, which Naomi politely accepted. She took a small sip. Let the shit show begin. Both women headed to the small room just behind the main chamber of the restaurant. Much to Naomi’s surprise the CEO was already sitting at the small table prepared for two. His posture was relaxed, his jacket hung over the backrest of the chair. He must have been waiting here for some time. He was a handsome man in his fifties, but his mischievous smirk was very disturbing. He didn’t bother to stand up to welcome Naomi.

“There you are! Our shining little star. Our nominee. Come closer, darling. Let me finally take a proper look at you.” He beckoned her. Naomi approached him and extended her hand for a professional handshake.

“Mr McKenzie, very nice to meet you.” She faked her sweetest smile and looked around. “Where’s everybody? I was sure I'd heard it was a meeting with all of the presenters.”

“Surprise, surprise!” He exclaimed and took a sip of his whiskey. “Darling I want to talk with you and only you. YOU are our future. I want to transfer you to the news section and make you the main news presenter. Excited?” He looked her up and down. “Turn around”.

“Excuse me..?” She looked at him with her eyes wide open. That request caught her off guard. She quickly looked around. All of the tables were occupied, and Naomi felt like everyone’s eyes were settled on them.

“Darling I said just turn around for me. I want to see you.”

The shit-show indeed. Naomi slowly sat down in front of her boss, never ceasing to look him in the eyes. “No, Mr McKenzie. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” She gave him a sly smile.

“Disobedient. I don’t like disobedience.” He slowly poured whiskey to the empty glass standing on Naomi’s side, and after filling it with the liquid he handed it to her. “Here’s to our new news star.” He took his glass of whiskey and clicked her glass. With his other hand he grabbed her chin and turned her head to her right side and then back to the centre, forcing her to look at him. “You’re so perfect. I will make a star of you. Just be good and obedient.” He let go of her chin and sat comfortably in his chair.

Naomi, usually so outspoken and forward, didn’t know what to say. At the very moment she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Fragile. Lonely.

“Mr McKenzie, I’m sorry but I don’t really see our cooperation like this. I am very grateful for the given opportunity, but I really love my show, and I have put so much effort to make it work. People like it, the guests like it. It’s not just another talk show, it touches important issues in theatre and film industry, it gives information about acting methods. I think it’s very refreshing and I have only got positive feedback from our viewers. We also have the social media account and the show has the biggest number of active followers. People like it and they associate the show with me. I wouldn’t like to give it to anyone else. I feel like it’s my child.”

“Naomi. I don’t really give a fuck about the number of viewers or comments made by spoiled, cocaine addict celebrities. This show is running to its end and you either become the face of the evening news on my terms, or you can consider yourself jobless.”

“Well, if so… I guess you will have the one and only chance to look at my ass, just as you wanted to. I’m sorry, but I can’t take this offer.” She half whispered all these words. She worked very hard on her composure, but inside she felt like bursting out. She quickly stood up, held her bag and left the restaurant. Just when she caught the taxi and sat inside, the tears started running down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she was deprived of her beloved child, just because someone decided to destroy it.

She gave the taxi driver her home address but after just a minute she changed her destination. Henry.

An hour later, she was standing at the door of Henry’s rented countryside house. She could hear laughter and screams from the inside. She slowly wiped her tears away, trying not to destroy the remains of her makeup. It must have been destroyed, as she felt her cheeks burning from crying. She took a deep sigh and knocked a couple of times. After what it felt like eternity, Henry opened the door.

“Naomi! You made it!” He looked her up and down “You look absolutely amazing! What a sexy dress. It’s more of a sweatpants party, but no worries. You will fit just perfectly.” Henry was in a very good mood, which made her smile a little. When he asked her in, he noticed her puffy eyes. Suddenly he got all serious and frowned at her. “Hey, come here.” He wrapped his big arms around her. He started to gently stroke her back with his left hand, and with the right one, he moved her hair to the side and placed the palm of his hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her even closer towards himself. When he felt that she started sobbing into his chest, he rested his chin on her head. “Do you want to talk?’ He asked gently.

“Not now.” was all she was able to say.

“Henners it’s your turn! What the fuck are you doing with the pizza deliv…” One of Henry’s friends ran into the hall, to check what was going on. “Ouch.. it doesn’t look like pizza delivery.. Sorry, sorry. Take your time guys. I’ve seen nothing.” He quickly got back to the living room. “Hey guys it’s not pizza delivery, it’s a lady!”

The comment kind of lifted Naomi’s spirit. She cry-laughed, and stepped backwards, breaking the embrace. “I’m sorry. Thank you.” She extended her hand and touched his arm. “Thank you. I feel much better now. We’ll talk later, ok? I need to relax. And I should change. I feel so overdressed.”

“Of course. I have my ex’s leggings and t- shirts here, if you want you can wear them. How about me preparing a good drink for you and you in the meantime taking a hot shower and changing?”

“Sounds perfect.” She said with a weak voice and gave him a faint smile. She looked defeated. She felt defeated. After a minute Henry brought her a pair of leggings and white tank top. Naomi took her time in the shower, she then fixed her makeup, dressed up and headed to the living room.

“Hello everyone. To those of you I don’t know yet, I’m Naomi” She smiled and waved her hand. She knew some of Henry’s friends, as they have all met a couple of times at the parties.

When the time passed, this small gathering made Naomi feel much better. Some got burnt down with shisha and weed. One of Henry’s mates was taking the piss at Henry being referred to as “daddy” on the Internet. Another one of his friends, excited with this news, went on the literotica website, picked up some spicy story and both guys started to read it aloud pretending it was about Henry. Naomi found it extremally stupid, but couldn’t stop laughing. Henry was just rolling his eyes and smiling, he was obviously embarrassed.

“Alright, enough!” He shouted after a minute and everyone got silent.

“Oh my god, Henry. That was so dominant” Naomi purred in a seductive voice and everyone started to laugh dramatically. Naomi just couldn’t breathe. “I’m so sorry, oh god. This is too good.” She covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry…but I have just found out about that kink I had no idea about!”

At around 2 am, when everyone left, Naomi sat with Henry in the kitchen. She told him about her evening. He didn’t talk much, but was very supportive. He was listening to her carefully. He furrowed his brows and grabbed her hand. “I’m really sorry.” He whispered. They talked about it for another hour, and Naomi finally said: “Alright. I’ve got to go. Not that I need to prepare to work or anything, but still.” She laughed bitterly. In the meantime she ordered the Uber.

“You can stay, you know that.” He was still holding her hand gently brushing the inside of her palm with his thumb. Once she realized that, Naomi quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.

“No, you need to get rest before the big day.” Naomi grabbed her dress and high heels and headed to the main hall. Henry followed her.

Once Naomi went out, Henry stopped her by holding her wrist and said “Girl, don’t worry. You are strong. You’ll survive”. He kissed her on the cheek. “Let me know when you arrive home.”

These two sentences crushed Naomi’s heart. She’s heard it before and she’d never forget it. You are strong. You will survive.

As a child, Naomi’s biggest dream was to become the Principal of the Royal Ballet. At the age of three, she started her first ballet classes. She was a natural, and not long after she was accepted to the national ballet school. She was very talented. This is why she started to work in the Royal Opera House at the age of 12.

One summer Naomi had an accident. She fell down from a tree and crushed her ribs and knee. She also suffered a spinal injury. She had to have an operation. She had to spend two months in the hospital.

In the last week of Naomi’s hospital stay, her beloved teacher – Mrs Selena Kurylenko visited her. When Naomi’s mentor entered the room, she quickly exclaimed: “I just cannot wait to get back to school and on stage!”.

Selena Kurylenko sat on the small chair next to the bed. “Naomi. What are you talking about, my silly girl? You are not going back to school, child. After this accident, you will never dance again as a ballet dancer. I only came to bring your stuff and say goodbye.” She said with her thick, Russian accent. Mrs Kurylenko put a small bag on the counter next to the bed. “Your pointe shoes. Keep it as a souvenir.”

Even as a grownup Naomi still perfectly remembered the chills running down her spine on that very moment.  The chills that felt like needles. She still remembered Mrs Kurylenko’s last words: “It’s a shame your mother didn’t tell you that you won’t go back to school. She is a weak woman. Unlike you, Naomi. You are strong. You always have been, and you always will be. You will survive”.

You will survive. Naomi just nodded, said goodbye to Henry and quickly sat inside the car, which had arrived.  The driver asked for the place of destination, but she did not hear him. She hid her face in her palms, and couldn’t help crying. She was so fed up with everyone expecting her to be the strong one.

Suddenly she heard someone knocking on the window, which was followed by opening the car door. She quickly wiped her tears and looked at Henry leaning his shoulder on the opened door.

“I’m sorry, I just needed a moment for myself.” She said to both Henry and the driver.

“Naomi, get your ass out of the car.” Henry turned to the driver “I am very sorry for that situation. Here’s for the drive.” He gave the driver some money. “My friend is a little burned down and it’s better she stayed here. Thank you very much for your service.” Henry extended his hand to help Naomi out of the car. “Come on, get out.”

Reluctantly she went out of the car. The driver was a bit puzzled, but quickly disappeared, probably thinking that the party must have been pretty rough.

Henry raised his eyebrow at her and wrapped his arm around her “Come”.

“Noo.. I’m going home.” Naomi said with a small smile and tried to get out of his embrace. It was more of a tease than a real need to break the embrace of course.

He didn’t let her go and tightened his embrace. He also leaned forward and whispered into her hair: “Don’t push your limit baby girl, daddy will be pissed.” He gave her the strict gaze, but after a split second both of them burst out with laughter.

“This is sooo wrong Henry! So wrong!” She said, shaking her head. She finally got out of his embrace and went inside the house.

They’d been watching the most ridiculous horror movie, and at some point Naomi dozed off on the armchair she was sitting at. She woke up at around 4 am, and with sleepy eyes she looked at Henry, who was lying on his side on the sofa. He must have fallen asleep too. She slowly and silently knelt on the floor in front him and studied his face for a moment. He wasn’t her type, but sure thing he was an extremely attractive man. Naomi smiled at the sight of his curls getting into his eyes. She gently moved a strand of his hair to the side. “Are you sleeping..?” She half whispered. He didn’t react. “Hm.. maybe that’s true what you’ve said in the morning. Maybe I am falling for you after all. Too bad it would never work out though.” She stood up, and covered him with the blanket hanging on the sideboard of the sofa. Afterwards, she called the Uber, and once it arrived, she went home.

[klaus-goldstein]

Modern AU Snippet

This was originally supposed to be after Part 6 I believe?? After they got back from Christmas. It got cut and I went a different direction. It’s still a nice little date though. I haven’t touched this since June 2017, and it’s unedited. Don’t come for me lol. I may post more snippets.

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A knock on the door echoed through the apartment. 

“Liz, could you get the door? The pizza delivery guy forgot our garlic bread and he’s supposed to be coming back with it.”

Liz finished piling her pizza onto her plate so she could rush to the door. She tripped over a pair of shoes in the hallway and almost dropped her pizza but managed to save it at the last minute. When she opened the door though it wasn’t the delivery guy.

“Hello,” Klaus smirked at her and Liz felt her heartbeat speed up. She and Klaus had both been busy since getting back to new york and they had seen very little of each other. She missed him more than she cared to admit. 

“Hel-” 

Her word was caught in her throat when Klaus leaned forward to kiss her suddenly. Liz deepened the kiss and tried to slide her plate of food onto the table in the entryway without moving away from the kiss. It was the most ungraceful thing that she had ever done but she wanted her hands free and she didn’t want to stop kissing him. She finally managed to set her plate down without untangling herself from Klaus and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

“Are you happy to see me?” Klaus asked when they finally separated. He pressed a kiss to her temple and Liz tightened her grip around his waist.

“I am. Although, I wasn’t expecting you when I opened the door. The pizza guy is bringing our garlic bread so unless you have any bread then I’m a little disappointed.” Liz grinned up at him.

Klaus shook his head in exasperation and gripped her hips. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Hmm, tomorrow night? I don’t think I’m doing anything.” 

“We haven’t been on an official date yet and I want to take you out. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Liz opened her mouth to answer and saw the delivery guy come around the corner. She pulled away from Klaus and took the forgotten bread from the man. 

“Thank you.” She turned to Klaus and winked at him. “You see this is the way to a woman's heart. You give her cheesy garlic bread. If,” Liz paused and looked at the guy's name tag. “If Jeff here were to ask me out then I would definitely say yes.”

“You would?” Jeff raised his eyebrows in surprise and Liz had to fight the urge to giggle. Jeff looked entirely too excited by the prospect of going on a date with Liz. She had just been kidding and she felt bad that he took it seriously.

“Bye Jeff.” Klaus fixed him with a look and Jeff glanced back and forth between the two of them. Liz finally handed him a tip and he scampered away quickly.

“You got his hopes up.” Klaus sighed. Liz covered her mouth with her hand in order to stifle her laughter. Klaus leaned forward and brushed his nose against hers before kissing her again. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

He pulled away and Liz watched him walk down the hallway to his apartment. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when he turned back to glance at her. Liz leaned against the doorframe and waved at him. Klaus laughed and finally turned to walk away from her.

Liz closed the door and turned around. She jumped when she saw Amelia behind her. Amelia had both of eyebrows raised in surprise and was watching Liz intently. Amelia leaned against the wall and smiled slowly at Liz.

“What?”

“You two are so cute it makes me sick. Hand over the goods. The movie is about to start.” Amelia snatched the bread from Liz and headed towards the living room. Liz stood in the hallway and she couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. She fished her phone out of her pocket and tapped it against her chin as she thought. She opened her messages and began to type.

“I didn’t reply to you but the answer is yes...:

“I assumed it was yes. Unless, you would rather take Jeff?”

“ha ha you think you’re so funny. What should I wear?”

“Something nice. Kind of like what you wore on the fake date.”

“Looking forward to it. :) See you tomorrow.”

Liz smiled down at her phone for a minute before burying her face in her hands. She allowed herself one squeal of happiness and fought the urge to jump up and down. 

“Get a grip, Liz. It’s just a date.” She whispered.

She grabbed her pizza off of the table and went to join Amelia in the living room for movie night.

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She hardly slept that night out of sheer excitement. The day dragged on until it was finally time for her to start getting ready. After spending an hour going through her closet she finally decided on an outfit. 

Liz touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror and surveyed herself. She had to admit she looked damn good. Her makeup was simple but for a pop of color, she had applied a dark red shade of lipstick. She wore a long-sleeved knit dress in black, the v neck gave it a hint of sexiness without being too over the top. She paired the dress with a pair of black over the knee boots. It was winter and she didn’t want her legs to freeze. The look had come together wonderfully and she was happy with the outcome. She felt confident in this outfit.

She grabbed her coat off of her bed and her scarf before leaving her room. Amelia and Luca were on the couch watching a movie and Luca whistled loudly when Liz walked into the room. Liz rolled her eyes and laughed when Amelia whistled too. 

“Wow.” Luca sat up and rested his head on the back of the couch so he could watch Liz. “Where are you going all dolled up?”

“She has a date with her new boyfriend.” Amelia grinned.

“New boyfriend? Anyone I know?”

“Nope.” Liz slipped on her coat about the same time someone knocked on the front door. She grabbed her purse and waved at Amelia and Luca over her shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”

“If you bring him back to the apartment then lock your door!” Amelia yelled after her.

Liz shook her head as she reached the door and opened it. Klaus was standing there and Liz smiled up at him. He froze at the sight of her and let his gaze traveled up her body. Klaus grabbed her hand and pulled her to him so he could kiss her.

Liz’s hands drifted under his coat and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Klaus pulled away from her after a minute but didn’t let her go. He took her hand again and spun her slowly. She laughed and indulged him as he looked her over.

“You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” Liz reached out and opened his coat. He was in a tailored gray suit and white dress shirt. He had forgone the tie and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. Liz’s gaze focused on the column of his throat for a moment before she shook her head to clear her vision. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Klaus draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her to his side as they began to walk down the hallway. He pressed the down button on the elevator and kissed the top of Liz’s head. The two of them stepped into the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. They walked outside into the cold and the wind whipped past them. 

That was one thing Liz hated about the city. When the wind blew in-between the tall buildings it always felt so much colder. She huddled against Klaus and sighed happily when he pulled her closer to his side. Being in his embrace was one small perk to the cold weather. He smelled like cologne and mint. She buried her nose in his shoulder for a second and inhaled. She liked it.

“What are we doing tonight?” Liz wondered.

“We’re going to dinner and then the rest is a surprise.” 

“Really? What is it?”

“Well, I can’t just tell you.” Klaus sighed.

He hailed a cab and the two of them slid into the warm car. Liz settled next to him and she laced their fingers together. Klaus squeezed their intertwined hands. He pressed a kiss to her palm before giving the driver an address. Klaus turned to Liz and gazed down at her.

“What have you been up to since we got back into town?” 

His thumb was brushing the back of her hand and it was distracting. Liz swallowed thickly and reached up to push his hair out of his face. Klaus fixed her with a look and Liz smiled at him. She was so happy to spend time with him.

“Not much. I’m enjoying my break and I’ve slept in almost every day. It’s very cold outside so Amelia and I have mainly just stayed at home. Although we did venture out to the movie theater the other night. It’s been relaxing. What about you?”

“Well, my friend Randy is in town and he’s staying with me so I’ve been spending time with him.”

Liz laughed at his tone. He didn’t sound that happy about it. “Do you not like to spend time with him?”

Klaus sighed at the question. “I do, really I do. We have a complicated relationship. He and I have known each other most of our lives so he’s basically like my brother. I already have two of those, I don’t need another one. We fight like siblings. I’m a grown man but when he’s around we just drive each other crazy for no reason other than to irritate each other. It has been like that for our whole friendship.”

“Why is he staying with you then?”

“Because I wouldn’t have him stay anywhere else. He travels a lot so it’s good to see him when he’s here regardless of my irritation. He usually stays with me for a week or two, then goes to Elaine and Sebastian's for a week, and then to my parent’s for a few weeks. Then he goes down to D.C. to visit Elias before flitting off to his next destination.”

“Is he close with your family?” Liz wondered.

“Very. My parents consider him like another son. He lived with my family while we were in middle school and high school so he got to know my parents and brothers very well. You’ll meet him at the new years eve party.”

“What happened to his family?” Liz asked.

Klaus looked like he was about to answer when he noticed where they were. “We’re here. We’ll continue this inside.” 

He paid the driver and the two of them stepped out onto the sidewalk. Klaus led her into a nice restaurant. It was romantically lit and cozy inside and Liz felt the cold slowly leave her fingers. The restaurant was decorated in dark woods and warm colors. There was just something intimate about it. The chatter of people was soothing and the food looked good.

Liz looked around as Klaus talked to the hostess about their reservation and their coats were taken. The hostess seated them immediately and Klaus pulled Liz’s chair out for her. After their wine orders were taken Liz opened her menu and started to look it over. She didn’t know what to choose because everything looked so wonderful. After they received their wine and placed their orders Liz reached across the table to grab Klaus’ hand. He smiled at the action and played with her fingers gently.

“Continue what you were saying. I promise we won’t spend the whole evening talking about your friend but now I’m curious.” 

“It’s fine,” Klaus shrugged. “Just so you know everything I’m about to tell you is common knowledge. I’m not about to betray his trust by telling you all this.”

“Okay...” Liz tilted her head in confusion.

“Randy’s father is a horrible man. When Randy was small it wasn’t so bad but the older Randy got the more and more he and his father grew apart. At first, it was due to the fact that his father was always busy but then when they did spend time together they just realized how different they were. Randy’s father didn’t really care for him and Randy didn’t like his father either. His mother was never at home and when she was home she avoided her son and her husband.” Klaus said.

“Randy and I went to the same private schools growing up and his family ran in the same circles my parents did so we saw a lot of each other. We were primarily academic rivals and I wouldn’t really have called us friends during that time. Randy might disagree though.” Klaus smiled.

“His home life got unbearable and he didn’t want to go home so he started staying with me at my parent's house on weekends. Then weekends turned into a few days a week and then he was living with my family full time. And his parents didn’t even care. They never checked to see where he was or to make sure he was safe. It made my mother so angry. So she and my father made sure to include him in all family gatherings and holidays. When I said he was practically my brother, I wasn’t kidding. My parents raised him through his middle school and high school years.”

“Which brings us to the last few years. Randy’s father reached out to him because he wanted to start grooming him to take over the family business. Randy didn’t really want to but his father and family are real estate moguls with millions of dollars in properties. Randy wanted to make sure their hard work was taken care of regardless of his relationship with his family. So he indulged his father and started training to someday take over the company. Then he found out his father was doing some illegal things within the company, neglecting employee rights and things like that.”

“He confronted his father and when the man refused to do anything about it, Randy hired my father and brother and took him to court.”

Liz gaped at him. “Did he win?”

“Oh absolutely. Not only was the evidence solid but my father and Sebastian used up years of pent up anger as motivation in the case. I’ve never seen them work a case that smoothly. Their court sessions might as well have been a tv court drama they were so good.” Klaus smiled coldly. “They wiped the floor with Randy’s father, took his company from him and put him in jail. After Randy took him to court a whole bunch of lawsuits regarding the employee neglect started coming through so the convictions just kind of piled up. The company was placed at Randy’s feet. He told the board to hire a new CEO and that he would be a silent presence. His family still owns the company in name but it’s run by the new CEO and board. Randy has very little involvement and he likes it that way.”

“Oh my god.” Liz shook her head. “I can’t believe that.”

Klaus nodded. “It was bad but Randy is in control now and he’s cut off contact with his father and mother. He’s happy and that is all that matters.”

“Okay, well enough about that. I want to know about you.”

Klaus smiled slowly and Liz could’ve sworn he looked a little uncomfortable. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you not accustomed to people asking questions about you?” Liz wondered.

“No, I’m not actually. I’m close to very few people and most of them have known me my whole life so they already know a lot about me.” Klaus shrugged. “Ask your questions.”

“It’s nothing scandalous.” Liz laughed. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple or blue.”

“Okay, what’s your favorite food?”

Klaus looked thoughtful. “I don’t know I don’t really have a favorite. I like chocolate and tea. I love oranges, or kiwi, or tomatoes. When I have a cold I like to eat chicken noodle soup or grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Favorite movie?”

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

“Really?” Liz giggled. 

“Yes.” Klaus smiled at her giggle.

“It’s a good movie.” Liz agreed. “Least favorite movie?”

“Any of the Star Wars films.”

Liz gasped in outrage. “I think we might have to end this date now.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at her shock. “Look, they are excellent movies but when I was little Sebastian was obsessed with Star Wars. I think I’ve seen the original trilogy like a million times. So, while they are good movies, if I never see one again it’ll be too soon.”

“Aaron went through a star wars phase too but we only watched the movies once a year.”

“We watched one every day, Liz. Every day.”

“Okay, then you are forgiven for not liking Star Wars but just because I find you so cute.”

“Well then thank god for that.” Klaus smiled. Suddenly he frowned and reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. He glanced at his phone for a moment and Liz noticed that it was ringing. He ignored the call and placed the phone on the table. “Sorry about that. Continue.” 

“Have you ever broken a bone?” Liz asked.

“I broke my arm and collarbone when I was in fifth grade.”

“How?” 

“A hockey accident. I played when I was little. I stopped after that.” 

“What was the first job you ever had?” Liz wondered. She hoped he wasn’t annoyed by the questions. She just wanted to know everything about him.

“I worked in a library at age fifteen. I shelved books and worked my way up to desk clerk. I worked at that library until I graduated high school and went off to college.”

“When and who was your first kiss?” Liz grinned mischievously at the question.

Klaus scoffed and Liz could’ve sworn she saw him blush. “My first kiss happened when I was fourteen and her name was Margot. We had been friends most of our lives and she was over watching a movie with me and I kissed her. We’re still friends and see each other from time to time.”

“Okay.” Liz leaned forward. “While we’re on this train of questioning, when did you lose your virginity?”

“Is that a first date question?” Klaus laughed loudly.

“You don’t have to answer it. I’m just curious.” Liz smiled.

Klaus smirked at her and started playing with her fingers again. “We’ll come back to that. When and who was your first kiss?”

“I was fifteen and his name was Corey. We were at a birthday party and we were playing spin the bottle.”

“You played spin the bottle?” Klaus laughed.

“I did.”

Klaus’ phone vibrated on the table again and he frowned as he checked the caller id. He ignored the call again and turned his attention back to Liz.

“I had sex my junior year of high school and it was with my girlfriend at the time. I haven’t spoken to her in years.” Klaus answered Liz’s earlier question.

“Have you had any other girlfriends since then?”

“School kept me busy but I have had three others since then. I haven’t dated anyone in the last six months though. My schedule just didn’t allow it. Now that I’m not traveling as much it is easier and well, you make it worth it. Even if I was still busy I think I would try to date you.” 

Liz blushed at his words and tried to stamp down the fluttering in her chest. It was only their first date and she was falling for him so hard. 

Klaus surveyed her and raised an eyebrow in question. “What about you? Have you slept with anyone?”

“I have,” Liz answered slowly. “It was my senior year of high school and it was with Vincent. There hasn’t been any other boyfriends between him and you. A few dates, but no long-term relationships.”

Klaus’ phone rang again and he sighed in irritation as he looked at the caller id. “I need to take this. That is the fourth time in the last few minutes Elaine has called me and she never does this. I just need to make sure everything is okay. I’ll be right back.”

“Go ahead.” Liz smiled at him and Klaus kissed the back of her hand in apology. He got up from the table and walked out to the entrance of the restaurant. Liz saw him answer his phone and he looked irritated. He was listening to Elaine and he pinched the bridge of his nose before relaxing. He hung up the phone and gave Liz a small smile when he saw her watching him.

He came back inside and spoke to the hostess before coming back to the table. He kissed Liz as he passed her and Liz blinked up at him curiously. She wanted to know what was going on. Klaus sat back down and sighed.

“I’m going to have to cut our date short. Our food is almost ready so they are going to wrap it up for us.”

“Is everything okay?” Liz asked.

Klaus took a deep breath. “Everything is fine. Elaine is an OB/GYN. She’s not on call tonight but she has a high-risk patient that has gone into premature labor and the patient is scared and asking for her. Elaine is more than happy to go up to the hospital but she has Matthew at home with her. Sebastian is in a meeting and she can’t get a hold of him and my parents and her parents are at a benefit. She’s taking Matthew with her to the hospital and I’m going to meet her there and pick him up. He’ll come home with me until one of his parents can come get him. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” Liz held his gaze. “I’m not about to get mad over something like this. I will never get mad at you for canceling plans if something is wrong. This is important. We can always go out another night.”

Klaus leaned across the table and kissed her suddenly. Liz smiled against his lips and touched his cheek when he pulled away.

“Thank you. I’ll take you home first and then I’ll go to the hospital.”

“Nonsense.” Liz waved her hand dismissively. “If you're taking him back to your apartment then it would be silly of you to make two trips to our building. I can just get a cab and go.”

“I feel really rude just putting you in a cab and sending you back to your apartment.”

“How about I just go with you, pick him up and then we can go back to our building? That way you won’t have to make unnecessary trips and I don’t have to leave you.”

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure. Let’s go.” 

Klaus settled the check and they got their food

[surveys4ever]

29.

Who’s your favorite comedian? Bo Burnham.

Aren’t you sick of all the *Are We Alike?* surveys? I don’t think I take those.

Do you think there’s anything you did better, when you were younger? I was a lot better at living in the moment.

Would you take the advice you give others? Definitely. I wouldn't tell anyone else to do something I wouldn’t do myself.

What did you have for lunch yesterday? I honestly don’t remember.

What’s one thing that you would change about yourself physically? Ooooh yes.

What song has made you cry? I honestly don’t cry when listening to music very often.

How would you define success? Completing a goal you set for yourself.

Who was the craziest teacher you’ve ever had? One of my math teachers used to always call on me as a joke because he knew I was shit at math and when I said I didn't know, he would respond, “of cooourse you don’t, because you’re stupid”. He would also legitimately S C R E A M at his classes when too many people got the answers wrong in a row and kicked a filing cabinet so hard once when he was angry that he broke a toe. Good ol’ christian education.

Do you think the Earth will face an apocalypse one day? I mean...everything comes to an end I guess. I don’t understand the obsession with the apocalypse though.

What’s the last thing you got paid to do? Work.

What’s the one thing you could eat everyday? Cream cheese rangoon and I would be a happy, happy girl.

What do you hate about yourself? I hate living in this stupid brain that gets anxious over literally e v e r y t h i n g.

What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t like alcohol.

Are you hyper today? Nah, pretty melancholy.

Do you have a Neopets account? I never deleted mine so I assume its still there.

What’s your life philosophy? Be the person you needed when you were young.

What was the last thing you talked to your friends about? Beebs just got out of the shower and told me he was getting a coffee and asked if I needed anything.

If you are interested in going out with someone, what do you do? Well I’m married so if I wanna go somewhere, I just ask. But beforehand, my approach was to just quietly love them from far away and never speak to them. Worked great.

Do you ever go to the beach? Sadly there isn’t one around here.

Would you rather have a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate!

How’s your hair looking right now? It’s in a bun but it’s pretty okay.

What’s something your mother always says? Rude things, lol.

What’s something your dad always says? Bigoted things, lol.

What’s your favorite thing to wear? Comfy things.

Have you ever had a near-death experience? One time we were driving on the highway after a freak snow storm in the middle of May and we were listening to Michael Jackson, just jammin, and the next thing I knew, we were staring at the car behind us and then we flew ass first into the ditch. Apparently we’d hit a patch of ice and just lost control of our car. We easily could have died but thankfully nobody hit us.

What do you order at Starbucks? Strawberry açaí refresher + lemonade + light ice + no berries.

What kind of exercise do you enjoy? Swimming and sex.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had, and what was it from? I ran into a dumpster and sliced my head open.

Do you still have any of your childhood toys? If so, what? Probably at my mom’s house.

Did you have a Precious Moments colouring book? Oh I’m sure.

Don’t you miss being 13? Ehhhh. I don’t miss being a kid and having to live by other people’s rules.

How’d you react to receiving your very first pimple? I thought it was cool. I only had 5 pimples by the time I turned 18...now I get them all the time. Tell me how that's fair.

What’s your favorite day of the week? Friday.

What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Either the living room or the bedroom.

Do you have MSN, Yahoo, or Skype? I used to!

What is your biggest turn-on? It’s nothing I can put into words, it’s just a feeling you get when you’re with someone and you know they’re special.

If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be? Just somewhere on vacation, idk where.

Do you ever have any problems just *moving on*? Depends on the topic.

Do you collect anything? Just lots of vintage items--the Sears Merry Mushroom collection, creepy baby angel wall art, fabric, vintage Coach bags (the nice leather ones, not the ones covered in ugly C’s), anything that feels 70′s, etc. I also collect makeup!

If you saw a shooting star, what would you wish on it? Happiness.

Do you like rollercoasters? Absolutely not.

What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for someone else? One Christmas I got Beebs a leather bracelet with the coordinates of our first kiss, our first home, and where we got married engraved on it. At least, that’s his answer.

How do you celebrate Halloween? I dress up and take pictures for instagram lol.

Who is your favorite villain? Bill Cipher is pretty creepy.

Do you have a favorite coloring book artist? I didn’t know that was a genre of artist.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Over 25, under 50.

Have you ever wanted to model? I didn’t but uh, here we are.

When you want to unwind, how do you relax? Cuddle up with Beebs.

How do you react when someone you know’s having a freak out? Well I ask them what they need from me and then I do that.

Have you ever seen someone have a seizure? A cat once.

Do you have a phobia? Butterflies.

Who is your hero? Beebs.

If you were to commit a crime, what would it be? Stealing puppies.

Have you ever used drugs? I smoked weed once and had a psychotic break so uh, not doin’ that again.

How would you define what you want out of life? I just want to be happy.

What’s your favorite car? I want a Tesla, honestly. 

[ursoself-satisfying]

Whole Lotta Love

P A T  M U R R A Y (Undrafted) x F!Reader, SMUT 

Warnings: smut, lots of it, language, like all the sex guys all of it guys,,, SPOILER: UNSAFE SEX THEY DISCARD THE CONDOM WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT BOYS N GIRLS

A/N: this is my zenic,, its 10k words n I am v tired,,,, I hope you all enjoy sorry its late lol

an accompanying playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/criceloni/playlist/5sP9FcSsFcPjFodxN1E5RY?si=dNK4SdE2RoSRcqhN99dntg 

The engine of your car sputtered weakly as you turned the key for the third time. You pursed your lips and grunted as you screwed your whole arm around, twisting the key in the ignition again. The hot sun beat against the grimy, untinted windows of the old van and your skin boiled under the magnification of the glass. Drops of sweat limply slipped down the side of your face, sizzling when they hit the leather between the seats. The day was nice, but the interior of the vehicle was sweltering and stunk of burgers and sex. You groaned loudly and threw your head back tiredly. With your eyes closed, you tiredly and hopelessly went to turn the car on one last time, dreading the spitting sound that you expected to greet you. You were indeed greeted by the same annoying noise, burned into your eardrums by now, but it faded after a moment, the harsh metallic sounds blending into a solid purr as the engine started, radio turning on to the classic rock station. Shooting up out of your seat in shock, both at the sound and the unexpected success, your hands slammed against your steering wheel and your mouth hung open. “Oh my God,” you muttered, “Oh my God! Thank you, God!” You shouted at the roof of the car and you let out a dry sob. The wet lines down your face could have been sweat or tears, or both at this point. Loud thrums echoed through the cabin of the vehicle as you drummed your hands against the soft roof excitedly, shaking your head in a grateful spasm of relief. “YES! Oh my God, yes, thank you.” The soft whispers left your lips in the form of a laugh and you gripped the steering wheel tightly, taking a deep breath and smiling widely. The next thing you did was roll down the windows and sigh as the clear, blue sky blessed you with fresh air, letting The Who play you out. The gas pedal was pushed down and you made your way from the curb where you’d been sitting for the last half an hour. The VW bus bounced, “My Generation” fading as you turned a corner and made your way to the game.

Your sputtering horseless carriage shuttered to a stop and felt like it would cave in and collapse once in park. With a shake, you turned off on a ‘don’t text and drive’ PSA, the engine and rolled up the dirty windows. Manually locking the door behind you, you exited the rusted green car and headed towards the greener field. You rolled your eyes as you passed a large bus undoubtedly belonging to the opposing team. You doubted it was necessary and would have guessed it was more of a petty power move if anything. A small group of people, not yet a crowd, was gathered by the fences of the baseball field watching the game. It had already begun and you’d missed the first few innings. You searched the crowd for a familiar figure until you spotted a red shirt and jogged over to it. “Brian!”

The man turned to see you waving your hand happily above your head. He turned once he recognized you and laughed heartily with open arms. “[Y/N]!”

Once you reached him, he wrapped his strong arms around you and lightly picked you up. You did your best to return the embrace but he held you too tightly. His cotton button up smelled strongly of a flower-scented detergent and a gas station, comforting and familial. Your laughs mixed and you remained leaned against him when he put you down. “Mr. Murray,” you started playfully, “How are you on this fine day?” The older man patted your back and chuckled.

“Well, I could be doing a hell of a lot better.” Brian looked out at the game, Barone at-bat, and took a deep sigh. You scanned his face with concern, catching the glaze of sadness in his eyes. You softly placed a hand on his shoulder, unsure of what happened exactly, but having an idea.

You turned your head back and look around you for Brian’s almost other half, but seeing the older Mazzello nowhere. You felt safe enough to ask, “He didn’t get it, did he? John-” He shook his head quickly, not turning towards you. You wanted to ask how Pat was taking it but you could figure it out based on your past experiences. You weren’t sure Brian would know at this point anyway. For a moment, you just watched the game. Barone wouldn’t slide and Ty was clearly upset. All you could hear were the curse words carried to you by the light wind picking up. You squeezed Brian’s arm gently and gave him a sympathetic smile, before gulping and beginning to say something. “So then where’s-”

Joe walked up beside Brian and handing him a bottle of water from his trip to concessions. The shorter man glanced over and stopped when he caught sight of you. “Oh, [Y/N]-”

“Hey, Joe,” you replied softly. The man beside stepped back to allow you to give a quick embrace to the new arrival. You stepped back and smiled, biting your lip. “I’m sorry,” you spoke quickly, “He deserved it. John’s-” A stifled laugh interrupted your sentence, but you continued, “Not that I would know, but he’s the best, I hear. He should have gotten it. That’s- That’s so stupid-”

“He’s got some offers, but there’s not much we can do now that it’s over.” Leaning against the fence, the dark-haired man took a swig from the bottle he held and smiled faintly back at you though he kept his attention on the game before him. “Now we just play.”

Though you’d missed the first five innings at least, Brian filled you in on how the game had gone on with as many bumps and hitches as you could possibly imagine. The D-Backs were down (though you honestly wouldn’t have expected otherwise) and hoped for a comeback. Ty interrupts Barone’s play to demand he dirty his uniform, a call is unfairly continued and Ty (again) interrupts and demands his complaint be noted, which had been happening just as you’d arrived.

You were there just in time to see Pat’s second at-bat. “C’mon, baby, you got this! Hit it out of the fuckin’ park!” You were screaming and hollering encouragements at your boyfriend. His father chuckled and gave you a side-eyed glance, a glint of understanding gleaming on his face, seeing again why you and his son got on so well. “He’s not gonna get a hit,” you said quietly to the man beside you, not taking your eyes off the boy at bat.

Brian nodded, smiling. “Never does.” Both of watched as the third pitch was thrown and Pat unsurprising did not get a home run. He let out a long and frustrated scream and hit the bat against his helmet instead before heading to the dugout. The bat Pat had used broke against the fence pole as he hit it repeatedly and cursed the ‘loaded fucking bases’.

Pat then ran to his position in the outfield as he was told but it was clear he hadn’t cooled down yet by his continued yells. If you knew Pat Murray, you knew what he sounded like when he said ‘fuck’. By now, his curses were carved into your ears and you could hear them in your dreams. He yelled and yelled as the game continued, with some concern shown by his teammates and some confusion by the competition. Vinnie had attempted to diffuse the situation by engaging in a friendly game of catch between bats but Murray firmly stuck the ball in the scoreboard. He very nearly took Zapata’s head off.  

“Is he like this at home?” The elder Murray let a smile tweak his lips upwards for a moment, then looked away from the comment. You leaned over the fence n suppressed a laugh at what John had said.

As the game went on, you could tell things would only get worse until it all imploded, and you were right. Brian shared a tired, knowing look with you as you could both hear him yelling from the dugout. “YOU THROW LIKE A BITCH AND YOU BAT AT .250!”

Brian rocked back and look between you and his friend, shaking his head. “Patrick, relax!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DAD!”

He nodded and leaned back against the fence. “That’s my boy.” Laughing, you bounced against his side. John shrugged his shoulders and gave an exaggerated frown of acceptance. The game lasted a while before another notable event occurred. This time, was an unsportsmanlike fight erupting after an unfair play and a sudden injury. It all happened so quickly it was hard to comprehend.

Garvey was slammed into the ground by an opposing player and when they hit the dirt a cloud of red dust rose around them. An audible thud echoed as the crowd went silent. Your mouth hung open and the world stood still for what felt like forever as the small catcher laid there unmoving. Then Ty erupted. He grabbed the assaulter from behind and held him down, Vinnie running to leap into a punch. That was the instigator. The rest of the team, with the exception of Fotch, raced to the scene. The riot on the field got worse and once John ran out, Joe bounced off his arms on the fence and rushed just as you had to stop his son. You could hear your boyfriend shouting and mentally cursed, knowing how this would turn out.

“Pat, fuck-” You went to lift yourself over the fence and attempt to run after your lover in an effort to keep him from hurting anyone, but his father pulled you back. He gave you a stern look and shook his head.

“I don’t need you getting in any more trouble right now.” Without anymore protest, you huffed and took your place again. Brian yelled after the boys and jogged out onto the field himself, though he was sure to look back and give you a strict but caring sign to stay back.

You had been right in your earlier assumptions, as Pat charged with a battle cry and pounced on the bobbing mass of bodies, all angrily entangled with one another. More and more athletes seemed to be absorbed into the huddle the longer it went on until it's magnitude reached the crowds of onlookers, who soon after went to join. As the fathers ripped their sons from the mess, Brian stopped a member of the other team from adding a bat to the fight, but by the time the teams had been surgically separated, enough damage had been done. Garvey was in bad, bad shape and the rest of the team was covered in scrapes and bruises, uniforms in shambles and carrying expressions that could kill.

Brian remained out on the field for a few minutes, post scuffle, and Joe went to his son at Garvey’s side. With no one left to stop you from making your way to the scene, you stepped for the first time onto the sacred ground and jogged over to the pit with a wave, “Patrick!” The man turned at his name being called and you stopped in your place when he looked at you. For a moment, you thought you saw a small smile grace his shaking lips as his eyes shone with recognition and he made his way to you. Closing the distance between the two of you, he took you into his sweaty arms and held you perfectly against him. You fit like a puzzle piece together as your own arms were slung around him. He held your head tightly to the crook of his neck and you could smell on him all the events of the day. As you inhaled the scents of dirt and a bit of blood caked onto sweat-soaked skin and leftover aftershave, maybe the hints of a citrus shampoo, you pulled handfuls of his team shirt into your balled fists. Together you swayed for a moment in the middle of the field and he muttered, “Fuck, God- Fuck, I’m so glad you’re here- So fuckin-” He stopped his profane murmurs as he bit back something directly in between happiness and anger. “I’m just so glad you’re here.”

You responded with pressed whispers against the skin of his neck ignoring the previous events and focusing on the moment you were in. “Hey,” you breathed, “I wouldn’t have missed the D-Backs’ last game for the world.”

He smiled, though you couldn’t see. His muffled response was kissed into your hair. You couldn’t quite understand what he’d said but it sounded like something along the lines of, ‘God, I fucking love you,’ which you completely reciprocated.

One hand of yours strayed from his back to his head and held the hair protruding from beneath hat. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said again, softer this time, emphasizing how much your being there for him meant. “But I can’t fucking wait to get you alone.” He finished his statement quietly, in a voice that sent shivers down your spine, hot and dark, every vertebra quaking. His own hands mapped the back of your neck, threading his calloused, bloody fingers through your locks, holding you with a fear of losing you.

“I’m just glad you’re o-”

The quiet conversation was interrupted. “Get a room, Murray!” A voice yelled from the group of red behind him. It was most likely Barone or Polacco, the only two in a good enough mood after the previous events to pay enough attention to you to make any kind of crude comment like usual.

Pat pulled away, lips spread thin and eyes low. His hands moved to grip your upper arms tightly and he slowly turned his head back to look at the clever commentators. “Shut the FUCK UP ABOUT MY GODDAMN GIRLFRIEND!” Your eyes widen and a sheepish grin spread widely between your cheeks. When he turned back to you, you lifted your hand to hold his face. His eyes were tied to yours, but your gaze soon drifted down to the lightly bleeding scratches on his neck. You frowned and your fingertips dropped to trace over the red lines. The man holding you still, softer now, hissed at the raw contact and his pleading eyes twitched.

His hand rose to wipe at your left cheek, stained from his wound and your place in the crook of his neck. He didn’t move it though after placing it there. “You- There was some blood- Fuck, that’s so gross, I’m so fuckin’ sorry-” His head shook lightly as he stared at you, lip twitching with slight distress.

You responded with a soft laugh, breathed through your nostrils. “It’s ok- It’s ok! I’m sorry you got hurt,” you said as you wiped some of the blood from around the new wound. Pat looked pained, but your presence overcame any discomfort he had. “What a game, huh?”

You chuckled and he hummed near your ear, a pleased puff of air pushed through his nostrils. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here- It’s a better game now. I know it’s not gonna actually get better, but-” Pat moved back and looked at you with gleaming eyes. You could never resist those eyes. He seemed so hopeful since he’d learned of your arrival and you weren’t going to even think about how vain it might have been. “But you’re here, you know.”

You moved your hands swiftly to the sides of his face and pulled him down for a kiss. Though it took him a moment, he quickly pulled you against him and his plush lips pushed against yours. His arms around your waist were the only things keeping you upright as the two of you collided so passionately you arched against him. He pulled slightly back to turn his head and slip through your parted lips. He tasted of vanilla ice cream and blue raspberry Gatorade. Tongues pushing needily against each other, for just a moment, the field around you was lost and all you had was the sensation of Pat Murray buzzing through your lips.

“Ey, Murray-!” A sing-songy voice interrupted again and immediately Pat painfully yanked your face from his. With a clenched jaw and white knuckles still on your figure, he wiped the shared saliva from his mouth and looked like he was refraining from erupted in a trembling angry fit. One hand swept down the side of your face with a dazed expression of admiration and he made eye contact with you, sending you his concern through soft, hazel eyes. You felt the sudden sadness of his body leaving yours, the physical contact high of your love crashed down and you were left hot and alone. The player ran back to the benches spewing foul curses at his ogling teammates as they threw around playful jabs at his PDA. He turned to wave you off and that made you smile. You stepped backward, slowly at first, then turned to jog back to your spot at the fence.

The crowds grew but the sound shrunk. Spectators came from around the neighborhood as word of the fight had spread. It was silent now, in the aftermath. It felt like a sort of mourning period, perhaps for the final chances of the D-Backs at winning today’s game. Reverence was the word to describe what was emanating from the home team. The dugout looked morbid and the only eyes that weren't cast down were furrowed in anger, confusion, and concern. Sirens cut through the still, religious air as an ambulance and a police car drove onto the game dirt.

Two EMTs came barrelling from their vehicle with a gurney and lifted Garvey into the back of the ambulance. The teams cheered him on before the vehicle doors closed and the ambulance left the field. The last image of Garvey was that of him in a neck cast with a thumbs up and the biggest smile.

Two cops then got out of their car that had parked itself on the dirt and went over to the D-Back dugout. Vinnie and Ty sat against the fence as the policemen approached them after speaking with the umpires. “Tyler Delmonica and Vincent Maltzan?”

You watched with the fathers as you had before and smacked Brian’s arm with fever as you saw the lawmen approach the team. “What the fuck- What’s- What the fuck are they doing?” With a slightly irritated side-eyed glance, Brian observed the same scene you did with concern. The elder Mazzello on the other side of him grunted and spoke, “Nothing good.”

The two from the fence had gone over to the cops and were now in handcuffs. The entirety of the red team had come swarming from the shaded dugout to defend their friends. Curses were thrown back and forth and the policeman threatened to arrest Dells as well. “Dude, what the fuck-” you muttered.

“Finish the game!” Ty urged as he and Vinnie were dragged away. The other policeman countered Ty’s plea, announcing for an end to the gathering, at which time both teams emerged from their holes and agreed upon something for the first time. ‘We’re almost done!’ they said, ‘We’re winning!’ The crowd, which had grown exponentially since the scuffle, jeered and booed at the officer. He then complied to the masses as Maz promised they would go on with no further complications. The Bulldogs player that had put poor Garv in the hospital was expulsed and that was the end of it.

The game went on, not without some drama, of course, but it went on. It was an incredible sight. Dells was on fire, throwing out after out after out. Zapata gets a hit, Fotch walks with a dead arm (breaking Dell’s front car window in the process), then it was Pat at-bat, again.

He hit the first one and your breathing stopped, then it was announced a foul. You held tightly to his father’s arm, praying for the impossible as you did every game. The second ball went in slow motion as it headed towards him. The world stood still for you. The sudden smack of wood against hot leather shook you from your trance. Patrick ran with a fury you’d never seen before, sliding into first base in a red dust cloud of victory.

You could barely recognize your own voice in the scream you let loose as you watched your significant other accomplish such a rare feat. “YES, PATTY, YES! FUCKING GET IT!” You were jumping up and down, shaking the fence, hitting Brian when your hands weren’t waving excitedly in the air. Brian laughed at your reaction and held you with an arm when you settled down.

Patrick screamed and jumped just as you were. “I GOT A HIT!” The crowd was still roaring, the D-Backs yelling for him.

“Way to go, Pat!” Brian hugged you and wiped tears from eyes you hadn’t noticed falling before. The older man shook you affectionately against his side.

“I GUESSED! I FUCKING GUESSED!” The ginger was kept his yelling as the blue team called for time. “I’M NOT OUT!” He clapped and laughed, calling after his team as they prepped during the other team's timeout. Maybe it was just you but the air smelled sweet now, beside your considered family in an epic and cherished moment. It may have been bittersweet but it was worth savoring every second of.

“GO PALACCO! KILL HIM! MURDER HIM!” Pat was still screaming as his teammate took to the batting mound. It went Palacco, then David, then Maz. Having two strikeouts lead to your star didn’t seem like a good sign, but Maz was a miracle man. A home run, last bat, and they- They won. The D-Backs won. Maz hit home and the entire game, everything leading up to it erupted in the field and the crowds. The culmination of an entire season, all the stress of the game, the fight, the disappointment of the draft, the love of the team and the camaraderie and support they all show through all this exploded.

Red shirts were glued in a huddle at center field. “For Garvey!” You heard someone yell. Vinnie and Ty came running back on, leaping and whooping. The crowd roared and the cheers rolled over the hills beyond the field. You shook with pride, sure you must have been glowing like the sun looking out upon the victory. Brian looked on the verge of tears, but you couldn’t quite tell through wet eyes of your own. Sound seemed to escape the reality you existed in and all that mattered was the team. Time slowed and your focus went to tunnel vision on a very specific first-time hitter.

Patrick ran over to you the second you set foot on the beaten dirt of the outfield, ambushing you with the tightest embrace you may have ever been in. It took a second but you thrust your arms around him as well as he lifted you from your waist. Holding onto him around his neck, he spun you in tight circles as you both laughed heartily, buried in one another’s soft scents. As he put you down, you started to speak but he cut you off immediately by pushing his face into yours. You did not mind one bit as you resumed your position from earlier, curving against him, your front flat against his chest, hands tugging at his sweaty hair as his limbs slipped down your back. Tracing the dimples at the bottom of your spine, pulling at the hem of your shirt and letting his thumb kiss your skin. His other hand gripped your ass, wanting you impossibly closer. Your open-mouthed kiss was outlined by a smile as you groaned every time he found a new place on your body to caress. Pat was lost in your taste, like lemon cookies and cherry slushies and little league baseball games.

“C’mon, man! Your fucking dad’s here!” Zapata groaned and Palacco smacked his arm with a laugh as the team, those distracted by the couple, made faces and sounds to tease. Barone made a thrusting motion and mouthed ‘Get it!’ as his own girlfriend stood neglected behind him.

The pair of you separated to see the what antics the boys had come up with this time around. Though you thought Pat’s good mood after the win couldn’t be bent, this came awfully close. His grimace was incomparable yet that was just another reason you loved him. Somehow it was still adorable. “He’s right, you know,” you patted your lover’s dusty chest and smiled, “I’ve been hanging out with Mr. Murray the whole game and he probably saw all that.” Pat glanced back at you before looking behind you and quickly, guiltily, pulling his hands from your ass.

‘Perfect timing,’ you thought, as you could guess exactly who it was. Brian was kind enough not to mention anything as he approached his son. The father gave you a pat on the back before embracing his son. The moment was tender as you looked on at the scene of the father/son bonding, albeit a bit awkwardly. Brian held Pat by the shoulders for a moment and they both had shining streaks down their cheeks. You didn’t hear anything that had been said but you smiled softly, overcome with love for the both of them. The graying man approached you next, rubbing your shoulder and giving you a quick hug. “You kids have fun,” he said as he walked back to Joe, “and be safe!” He winked.

“God, your dad-”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Love him, though,” you joined the number 15 player as you followed the others to the snack shack, walking arm in arm, holding as much contact as you could while still being able to walk.

Maz ended up beside you when you all sat at the picnic tables with rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream in a casual post celebration gathering. This gave you the opportunity to congratulate him and at the same time express your sympathies after the draft. “I mean, it’s alright,” he’d said to you, “‘cus this is really what it’s all about right here, you know? I mean these guys-” He laughed gently as David and Palacco ‘lovingly’ assaulted Ty with several scoops of ice cream to the face, “Dad was right. They’re what it’s about. Winning is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but I wouldn’t be here without them and- and it’s all just-” Without getting emotional, he could barely say anymore. “It’s not about me. It’s about family.” John sat back against the table and chuckled.

You patted his knee as you stood. “They wouldn’t be here without you either, Maz. Regardless of where you go from here, everything you’ve done has mattered to someone, to all of them, at least.” Your boyfriend approached you and you said one last thing to the star batter before moving out, “I mean, if you could hear the way Pat talked about you, you’d think you were his girlfriend.” He laughed at this and you grinned knowing he would appreciate it. “Be proud, no doubts, you’re loved, and all that shit.”

“Thanks, [YN],” John nodded happily at you and looked down for a moment at his melting cone dripping on the grass below him. Pat stood next to you now and whispered some suggestive suggestions in your ear. Shooting the younger Mazzello a sorry look he sent you off and waved you and your lover goodbye with a sly grin. “Go on, go have fun. I’ve had enough of the longing looks, get it out of your system.”

Pat laughed lightly and slipped an arm around your waist, furrowing a confused set of eyes at his friend’s comment, then at you. It made him wonder what type of conversation the two of you’d had. He led you towards the parking lot, flipping off the team he left behind as they wolf whistled, making a lot of correct assumptions of what the two of you intended to do in your early departure. You’d left your van parked around the side of the field in the nice shade of a small grove of trees. The keys clicked in the quieter, cooler, fresher air around you. Patrick leaned against the side of the vehicle, one arm up to support himself and the other placed on his hip, ankles crossed. He watched you a bit too intently as you unlocked the cabin of your old car.

“I can feel you looking at me,” you smiled, opening the passenger’s side door to manually reach around and slide open the spacious back of the bus, turning on the car battery in the process. Leaving the keys in the ignition, turning down The Damned, but leaving it loud enough to cover what sounds may come. He watched you do this every time. It came as no wonder to him why your cherished car was in such bad shape as you left the battery running to supply a soundtrack to your lovemaking. Eyes distractedly stalled on your midsection as he looked you up and down, Pat faltered as the car shuddered when the door opened and he was thrown off his balance. He caught himself, though, and shot you a slanted grin.

“You’re just-” He bit his lip, “-so fucking hot, and you’re all mine.” Settling into the cushy, creaking back part of the carriage, you grinned expectantly.

“Am I?” You cocked your head, “Maybe you should remind me again who exactly I belong to.” Dragging every word out, you purposefully teased the impatient man, unbuttoning the top of your shorts slowly.  

Like a switch, something clicked in him. His entire demeanor shifted from his almost toddler-like temper to something much more mature. Sitting spread eagle on the plush blankets you kept in the back for such occasions, you waited. He stared at you darkly, a towering shadow that filled the van’s open portal to the rest of the world. He filled in the empty space, deciding what he wanted to do first, how he would defile you in so many ways and what he would start with.

The interior smelled liked fast food, rubbing alcohol, and sweaty sex. Seeing as the main things you did in this car were eat bad food, try to clean up the stains left behind from said bad food, and, of course, fuck, the medley of scents came as no surprise. Around you were an array of cushions, blankets, and pillows all extremely soft to the touch. Not an inch of the original upholstery could be seen under the collection of plush covers. This made for the ideal landing as Pat pounced on you like a starved jungle cat as you look so very appetizing against the grey of the fur throw you laid on.

With him on top of you, you grabbed his cap and threw it to the side, kicking the door closed with your foot. Already against your lips, Pat straddled you, one hand on your waist and the other your cheek. The tops of your thighs pressed against the backs of his laying sideways in the cramped space. Holding his face to yours, his stiff, sweat dried hair curling between your fingers, you moaned. He smelled hotly of dust and fire, like a childhood summer day. The intimacy of the flood of memories he reminded you of only increased the sensation for you, heightening your attraction to him in a familiar, safe emotion.

His lips moved against yours, both of you sharing the same rhythm like singing along to an old song you never really could forget the words to. Open mouths clashed, teeth hit teeth, tongues knotted with tongues. His eyelashes brushed against your cheek as his wet kisses traveled down your face hitting your chin, your neck, your collarbone. Simultaneously, his hand pushed up your top, the other lifting you to help you pull it off. You let your arms drift above your head as he peeled the first layer off your body. It was only fair you would start unbuttoning his jersey and pulling at it, signaling him to take it off.

Before you could rip his undershirt off, he attached his lips to your neck, sucking hard to leave behind a noticeable deep purple love mark high enough it couldn’t be covered. You could feel his teeth graze your skin in a proud smile as your hot and heavy breaths turned to desperate, squirming moans. You gasped, gripping the fabric over his chest. He was glowing knowing only he could leave you in such a state.

Dragging a hot trail of saliva down your body, Pat stopped at your chest. He pulled away and stared down at your breasts with a shake of his head. “So fucking gorgeous,” he whispered. With one knee on either side of you, he sat up and pulled his red top off. Then he swept back down, suctioned back to your skin. He started behind your ear and peppered bites around your jaw, hands pulling your body to arch, allowing him the opportunity to remove your bra. You threw your head back and shimmied off the upper undergarment.

Your hands skimmed Pat’s bare chest, traveling upwards to his shoulders and past. Palms pressed against the sides of his face, you wiped your thumbs at the smeared eye black on his cheeks. His gaze was tied to your exposed chest and his breathing was heavy and hungry. Lips hanging parted, he slowly looked up at you through hooded lashes.

You smiled at the man hovering above you. Neither of you moved as you established eye contact while Jimi Hendrix played in the background. The van was hot between your bodies and the setting sun shining through the front window. Sweat beaded your forehead and your boyfriend went to push your hair back from your face, damp from the growing heat. “You’re-”

“You’re beautiful,” you finished. He laughed and it was like a Baroque painting before you. In a golden haze, his hair looked soft and he was glowing in muted tones. The tapestry pinned to the ceiling gave a dusty rose background to compliment the halo you saw around him. You pushed his hair back and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He took this chance to explore your body, mapping every inch of your warm, welcoming skin.

His fingertips were calloused and grey, dirt caked in the ridges of his prints, proof of the aftermath of the game. Rough pads walked down the center of your torso, stopping at your breasts. He took one mound in his hand, pinching your nipple between his thumb and his palm, rolling it slowly. You bit your lip and tucked your fingers under the waistband of his baseball pants and briefs, pulling them back and snapping them against his hips. Your eyes hung on the happy trail leading up his stomach. You traced it with the tip of your nail and his dark gaze settled on your face.

From his perspective, you were hidden in the shadows below him, hot and vulnerable. Buds of your breasts perky and hard, the dips of your stomach like a flowing river to your hips where your shorts sat a little too low, you were buried under filters of lust. The retiring sunlight hit the dust particles between you, floating through the air in slow motion like a love scene in an early 2000s, warm-toned, rom-com, the kind you spent Friday nights watching under three different blankets on the couch. You were dreamy, always, but especially now, a hazy, golden goddess.

“I want you, Pat,” you interrupted his daze, stroking his face and pushing his loose hair behind his ear. “Now.”

He blinked at you and grinned. “Oh, let’s go.” You smiled wickedly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around his back and slipped your hands on his ass. He engulfed you then gripped your shorts and panties, ripping them down all at once. A guttural groan left your throat and you wiggled out of your clothes. Pat had moved to one side of you, maintaining skin on skin contact whenever he could, and kicking off his shoes. Your body arched towards him as he retracted his touch. You shook your pants off your leg and laid baring it all for your lover in the cramped space of the vintage vehicle.

Pat was awestruck as you sat up, spread out for him, back to the driver’s seat. He paused with his pants stopped just high enough not to be truly explicit. You looked on with anticipation, one finger slinking its way between your legs. “Keep going,” you nodded at him. He complied with a lopsided grin and hot, hooded eyes. You rubbed two fingers against your clit and bit your bottom lip as he yanked his pants down, cup painfully sliding over his hard erection. He sat back and pulled off his bottoms, socks included, cock slapping against his stomach as he did so.

You snorted at him, unceremoniously slouched in the back of your small van. The sight was both pleasing and amusing, and far from being unfamiliar. Every time you’ve watched him undress in these four fabric covered walls, it felt the same. It had become something of a post-game ritual, defiling the backspace of your car while the oldies stationed tuned out the lewd sounds you made together.

‘She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side’, your lover crawled towards you as you spread your lower lips to welcome him, ‘I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side.’ Patrick took in the sight of your glistening sex and licked his lips. He sat back on a plush green throw blanket and pulled you onto his lap with a soft chuckle. He hummed contently at your lips against his ear, tightening his arms around your damp skin. You were straddling him, one arm slung over his shoulder and the other reaching for his member. The pre-cum leaking from his tip spread against your stomach as you pressed onto him, limber fingers wrapped precariously around his length. You pumped him slowly, hanging off his lobe by your teeth. This pulled a whimper from deep inside him, nuzzling against you. Thumb sliding over his head, you dragged the slickness down his shaft and sucked on his neck as he had yours. You were dripping for him and he could feel it. His knuckles went white, gripping your thighs with bruising strength. He nipped at your shoulder, leaving behind wet, fading love bites.

You were jostled as your boyfriend lifted you by your waist so he could easily access your tits, supporting you against the back of the driver’s seat. Pace quickening as your hand slid up and down his cock, his mouth latched onto your nipple, teeth brushing against it as he sucked hard. His thick fingers inside you scissored with fervor and you could feel every bend of his knuckles between your walls. Your free hand held his face against your chest and you moaned. Slowly, the cabin filled with the sweet scents of both yours and his arousal and sweat. You pulled yourself towards him and pulled gently on his hair as he replaced his lips with rolling fingers and paid his attention to your other bud.

“Fuck, Pat,” your breath hitched and you could feel him smile against your breast, “Pat, I want you-”

“I fucking need you, [Y/N],” his breathing was heavy as he detached from your chest, moving to look you in the eyes, “Soon.” It was a pleading look he gave you, far different from his on-field persona. With one last soft squeeze of his erection, you let go. He moaned at the release and you were up on your knees. He looked up at you from between your breasts as you flattened against him.

One of his hands slid between your thighs and your composure faltered, his cold fingers pressing past your nerve center and straight to your hole. He watched your face carefully, one hand on the small of your back, the other letting digit after digit push into your sex easily, slick secretion assisting in his effort to stretch you before his anticipated penetration. Blinking quickly, you twitch your hips at the knuckles deep in your pussy. Patrick grabbed your ass and began going in and out and in and out of your entrance with a quiet slap. To the rhythm of the Bowie song blowing out your damaged speakers, you hump his fingers and ride your rising pleasure ut before you can peak, you’re filled with emptiness.

“You fucking ready for me, babe?” Want was dripping from every syllable of his words as you looked down just in time to see him pull his slick fingers from his mouth, appreciating your taste every chance he could.

“Let’s drag this out, baby, today we got something to celebrate.” You caressed the side of his face and smiled softly. He couldn’t resist your whims and he knew exactly how to make this special.

He laid on his back and pulled you up by your ass, sliding your wetness along his torso. He lifted your waist and you compliantly moved your knees to either side of his head. “Then let me finish you off before we start on the good stuff, hm?” His smile was sexy as he adored you from between your legs, willing to put your sexuality before his need. His arms wrapped around your pillowy thighs, on hand holding your slit open and the other stroking your clit. A shiver ran through you as he lifted his head to break your first contact.

This was his chosen place of worship, kissing your core surrounded by the satin skin of your voluptuous legs. His religion was you on your knees and him on his back, the ecstatic expression you wore his deity. The fluid stained woven rugs and fur throws that shaped the interior of your chosen mode of transportation was the altar he so admired in the temple of you. Your skin was scripture and your acts together sacred, the hard rock you left on the hymns of your love. His metaphor was worn but as the last of the daylight threaded through the fallen waves of your hair, he couldn’t think of any words more true to describe this image of you.

He dove into you, starved of your taste. You were pulled down to his face, feeling his tongue probe the space between your lower lips, sucking at the labia and fully drinking up your nectar. You ground against his tongue, utilizing what he could to maximize your pleasure, the texture of his muscle overwhelming your senses. His nose pressed against your clit as his hands moved to go from grabbing your ass, supporting your waist, then giving his hands’ attention to your breasts. Your nipples were well loved as your pussy continued to be stimulated to the point of pushing you over.

Your whole body curved forwards, gripping his hair and supporting yourself with a fistful of the blanket. Uneven breaths drifted from your open mouth, heaving chest painted with small drops of sweat. Pat’s palm was flat against your back. Your hair flipped out of your line of sight as you threw your head back, lips forming a solid ‘o’. A wave of ecstasy rushed over you in your first orgasm of the evening, a musical moan, broken by sharp breaths. The lover beneath you lapped up every release of your spasming pussy until your curses died down to soft shudders. To avoid overstimulating you, Pat moved from your sensitive mound to drop hot kisses on your inner thighs.

The pulsing of your core subdued as you spent the next minute catching your breath. The van was filled with salty, hot air and Patrick held your midsection tightly as he sucked dark hickies on every inch of your shy skin he could reach. His face was coated in your juices, which was smeared across your legs, both sets of hands, and down your boyfriend’s chest. Letting his tongue glide over a fresh bruise just left in the crux of your crotch, his melted autumn eyes stared up at you with intense lust. He threw his head back when he was satisfied with his work and snorted, “You taste like a Goddamn fucking angel.”

His smile was goofy and gross, the juvenile delinquency of your act written all over his face. It made you feel like a teenager again, sneaking around with the angry boy your parents didn’t like. God, you loved him. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the situation. There you were, sitting on your boyfriend's face in the back of your musty van by the neighborhood baseball field and you weren’t even done yet.

You grinned down at him, “Shut up and fuck me, Murray.” The man smiled and sat up, catching you as you fell off him. You grabbed his face and pressed his lips to yours for a moment, tasting your own sticky, semi-sweet love on his lips before he pulled away to reach around you. Popping open the center console compartment with a click, he grabbed a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. “Care to-”

You took the contraceptive from him without letting him finish. He could understand the eagerness in your eyes and moved back expectantly. Holding up the plastic package, you frowned. “I thought we were celebrating?” You tilted your head innocently. Recognition flashed across his face and he raised his eyebrows. For the first time, the mood was broken, a Honda commercial really solidifying it for you.

“Are you- Are you serious? Are you sure?” The sweaty athlete’s eyes were wide at your implication.

You smiled slyly and nodded at him. “I’m on birth control and,” you shrugged, “I trust you not to have any weird, contagious rashes.” He laughed at you, happily, and you joined him.

“I can promise you I have no transmittable diseases, inspect me if you want.” His arms moved out to present himself to you.

You dragged a nail across the length of one of his arms and he cocked a half smile in your direction as he eyes your movements. “I’ve seen plenty.” You grinned and put your hands back on his cheeks, pushing against him in a kiss. Pat was quick to move, but you stopped him, hand flat against his chest. “You need a little prep, first, don’t you?” Slowly, he figured it out and sat back to give you more space to do your deed. Folding over yourself, thighs spread and arousal tickled by the thick woven rug beneath you, your face reached the waiting cock.

All the man could focus on was your long, batting lashes and your ass sticking out behind you. His tip was cold and wet from being untouched, but your spit dripped down it as you kissed the slit briefly. Patrick’s breath was shaky as you licked from the base up to the tip, making eye contact as you did so. His body weight was put on his locked arms behind him, leaning away from you, but he feared one more sex filled look from you would break him and he would collapse.

He nearly did when you first took him into your hot mouth. A groan vibrated through him and you felt it in your connection. Slowly at first, sparingly, you bobbed up and down on his length, soft lips sliding over every ridge and every vein. “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck-” You picked up speed with his encouraging curses. Head thrown back, your lover focused on not cumming right then and there, doing his best to save himself for what came next, but Goddamn it, [Y/N], he thought. He’d let you know him far too well if you could break him into so many pieces so quickly. Tongue scraping at the side of the sensitive skin, balls being treated with care in your hands, and the pace leaving him a sputtering mess- You name filled the compartment like a rolling sea fog, all your senses overcome with his apparent need for you. His scent, his sounds, his taste- hot and salty. Seeing his chest rising with labored breaths, you decided he was getting too close and hilted him in your throat as best you could for a moment, teeth grazing his base and your nose buried in his happy trail, before pulling off at a painstaking pace, detaching from him with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva falling from between you.

It took a quiet moment for him to get his bearings at the disappointing cutoff. The drops of sweat sliding down the sides of his face were tinted with red from the adobe colored dirt he’d spent so much time on. Sitting back up and leaning towards him, you went to wipe the moisture away and he held your hand to his face, kissing your palm with closed eyes. He saved his high and gave you a quick, and ironically chaste, kiss before pushing aside discarded clothing articles and repositioning the two of you so he was above you once again. He took you by your middle and moved you to the side, growing increasingly impatient, seemingly recovered from his edge. Holding firmly to your ribs as he laid you down before him, he then pulled away to admire you again.

Under a young night sky, you were the only star he saw. Glowing in a post-orgasmic haze against the shadows cast by street lamps, you were a constellation of an impossible creature. Contrasting the true space you both existed in, his view of you was divine. Every beautiful thing in the heavens and the earth, he saw in you.

“Pat?” You furrowed your eyes in concern at his momentary stillness.

He blinked the clouds from his eyes. “God, sorry, fuck-” Shaking his head, he smiled slightly, “I got so fucking lucky. I may not be able to get a hit but, uh-” He chuckled before completing his favorite line, “You sure are a catch.” He winked and you gently kicked him in the shoulder. Catching your ankle, he held your leg up and held it over his shoulder as he moved to position himself at your open hips. “C’mon, it’s my best line.”

You impatiently rolled your eyes. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You motioned to your waiting sex, ready and slick for him. “I’m waiting-”

“-And I’m ready!” Patrick held up his free hand defensively before grabbing your hip with bruising strength. His dripping, neglected tip sat waiting at your entrance. His tone turned serious, “Are you?”

His genuine asking was comforting and you nodded quickly. His position over you turned you on even more, if possible, loving that he could see you melt in his hand and drip between his fingers. With one hand holding your leg up and the other stroking his excited cock, preparing to enter you. The sparkling space between your welcoming thighs glistened in the little bit of moonlight making its way into the vehicle. He slid his thumb through the wetness and you groaned in need. He chuckled at your response and you squirmed against the soft fabrics you’d been set on.

It was the moment of final satisfaction that you’d been building to all afternoon in the back of your sex-soaked bus. Your eyes were trained on his focused downward gaze and you could feel him press into you. It was a pleasant stretch you looked forward to but it was different this time, void of the protection you’d so cautiously used. You felt unequivocally full, natural, and satisfying like you were made to fit together like this. Scary, but exciting, this new sensation left you unable to control your breathing. Sharp inhalations were a sign to him he was doing something good. Pushing into you was easy with how much arousal dripped your sex, all the fluids of the night mixing together for a pleasurable experience. In and out, he took his time deepening the contact, holding tight to your hips, a nice pain shooting through you when he squeezed the old yellowed bruises he’d left behind from past rendezvous. Your eyes focused on him when they were closed in ecstasy, hands swiping furiously at your clit or alternating between your breast. Pat was in awe at the bolts of hot pleasure that traveled up his body at the raw feeling of you around him, tight, wet, and warm. He thought sex couldn’t get any better, especially not with you, but he was wrong. He felt every dip and fold of your tunnels against the ridges of his own skin.

You were sleeved around him as he picked up speed. Grunts fell from his pouting lips every time his hips slapped against yours. The sound could be heard over the still playing radio in the front seat. It seemed the amount of teasing the two of you subjected each other to left little resilience to the sudden relief of penetration as your boyfriend’s rate jumped from calculated, appreciative thrusts to messy, needy, heavy ones in a matter of minutes. “You feel-” He groaned as he hilted in you again, balls deep to the pleasure of both of you, “So fucking amazing-” The words barely came out. You tried to formulate a response but the heat filling your abdomen stopped you. What came out instead was a gurgled moan of agreement. Smiling at the sights and the sounds you produced, Pat was absolutely enamored by you in this new sensation. Tits bouncing as you shook with his slamming thrusts, your eyes rolling back with guttural groans from deep inside you.

Drawing from that pit of white-hot pleasure, you neared your peak and a higher pitched plead cam as a warning to your partner, “Can’t- Fuck, Pat- Almost there-” He got the message and the two of you shook together, his whispers of ‘me too, me too’ barely heard through the whimpers. No longer could sounds be differentiated from one source or the other as your bodies melted together in a moment of bliss. For the first time, the vehicle noticeably shook in your passionate lovemaking. His hands slipped down your legs, attention drifted from your clit to your navel to your hair as he doubled over to float parallel above you. Sweat from his tiring body rained on you and you pulled him closer. His face was buried between your ear and shoulder, biting away curses as he humped through his high.

“Fuck, that’s it-” The sliding stopped as his back arched first, pressing so hard into your crux, you were sure your entire lower half would be purple by the next morning. His member pulsed inside you and you could feel it swell with anticipation before your own pussy milked him for all he was worth. Streams and streams of hot, white pleasure flowed into you and you swallowed a scream. The sound that managed to escape was otherworldly and Pat loved it. You’d never felt this before, his love directly inside you, hot sloshing, liquid driving you past your point of return. You thought maybe it hadn’t been the physical sensation but the idea of how intimate the action was that had really given you your final orgasm. Either way, you had simultaneously arched against him and he held you up by your back as you squeezed with every muscle. Nails dragging down his spine, no doubt leaving red territorial marks down his sides as you rode out the ocean of intensity that washed over you. It made you curl your toes and tense your appendages around your lover like a boa constrictor and their prey.

Love came gushing from your connection and pooled beneath the small of your back, sinking into the layers of covers that cushioned the two of you from the hard vehicle floor. You didn’t think about the mess you’d made or the unfortunate task of cleaning it up and instead focused on the weight on top of you. Still, inside you, Patrick’s cock twitched as he’d nearly collapsed over you. The rhythm of your breathing synced with his and your pussy pulsed sorely, your entire body sensitive and raw. A shiver ran through your bones as you felt the hot mouth of the body blanketing your’s suction onto your neck one last time, licking over its handy work with a weak laugh. Your fingers laced through his damp hair and you turned your cheek to kiss his.

Your eyes were watering, maybe from the tense situation or the exhaustion that suddenly overwhelmed you now that the wire strings of arousal no longer hold you up. Pat felt the same way as he slowly pulled out of you and you winced. On his side next to you, you felt him pull you closer, nestling into your equally wet and disgusting hair. The entire car smelled awful and hot, the windows were grey and fogged up, blankets beneath you covered in God knows what. Closing your legs and turning towards the warmth beside you, you nestled into him, the feeling of your post-coital calmness was immortalized in the music you’d left on. ‘Goodbye stranger, it’s been nice. Hope you find your paradise.’

Maybe the lyrics weren’t a perfect fit, but somehow the melody found it’s way beneath your hot skin and soothed you. You remained this way for, you weren’t sure how long. Time seemed lost to the two of you then. Engulfed in his arms, you felt safe. The scene was grimy and explicit, your nakedness blending together, the leftover ejaculate dripping from your slit without care, the stained and discarded undergarments left unnoticed and hanging off the steering wheel. It wasn’t clean or safe, but for the two of you, it was nice. What that said about your situation, you didn’t care. This was your heaven.

“Good morning, Orange County! And what a lovely morning it is! We’d like to start the day with a little Springsteen, huh?” A hard drum intro led into a twangy guitar and the sonorous voice of Bruce Springsteen, ‘In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines.’

“Is it weird,” you’d said, “knowing all the boys are well aware of what we do? Including your dad?” You laughed a bit, leaning against him, still bare, under a furry quilt. The carriage of the vehicle creaked at your movements, audible now that it wasn’t masked by the heavy breathing of your fucking. The bohemian tapestry behind you shrouded the rising sun from your sensitive eyes, half open in a dream-like state.

Patrick planted a quick kiss in your hair, “I like they know you’re mine.” He took a deep breath, “And my dad can fuck off.”

After a pause, you looked at him and erupted in laughter. “He’s pretty cool, you know, for having to deal with a kid like you.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

‘Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions. Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands 'cross my engines.’

Brian glanced at the phone as he prepared his breakfast. He was sure his son was fine, he’d gone nights without calling before, but by morning he usually had a message waiting for him. He tried not to think about what may have distracted him in order to keep down his first meal of the day. The radio played in the background.

‘Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors and the boys try to look so hard. The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in a mist. I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight in an everlasting kiss.’

The groundskeeper stared on worriedly at the shaking VW bus that had been parked behind the trees since before he’d gotten there in the small hours of the morning. “Fucking teenagers, disgusting,” he shook his head and turned away, earphones back in as he started up the lawnmower.

‘Oh honey, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.’

[cancerousjojian]

joe mazzello fluff alphabet!

a/n: okay so no one requested this but there is a serious lack of joe mazzello fics in the world and i have been in love with this man since the social network so i wanted to contribute. lol enjoy!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Joe loves your humor and wit. He thinks you’re so funny. It’s actually how he fell in love with you. You think his drive and ambition in his career is really attractive as well.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Absolutely! Joe loves kids and he would want nothing more than to start a family with you. He’s ready when you are.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

So lazily and intimately. Often when you’re cuddling, he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you closer into him, nearly smothering you. He even does it instinctively in his sleep.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Joe tries his best to plan the best dates. You guys would go to secluded little diners in small cities when you’re traveling. The overall vibe of date night is really chill and romantic. Somehow, he always succeeds at making you feel all warm and cozy inside.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my favorite person.” It’s really cute. Joe loves to call you his favorite person, or sometimes he shortens it to just “You’re my favorite.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Nearly right away. About six months into your relationship, he had to go away to do a press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody. He found himself missing you every night, calling your phone when he knows you’re asleep just to hear your voice in your voicemail message. He knew he was in love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Honestly, yeah. Joe would just never want to hurt you in any way so he’s constantly gentle with you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Joe holds your hand whenever he gets the chance. He often comments about how cold your hands are, and rubs them to warm them up. You find that he often holds both of your hands in his if he can.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was overwhelmed by how funny and confident you seemed. He found himself developing feelings for you as soon as he met you, but was convinced you were way out of his league.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

No, not really. You both are really comfortable in your relationship, there’s no room for jealousy.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Joe’s kisses are always really warm, and somehow always intense and passionate. Even when you’re lazily kissing in bed on a Sunday morning he finds a way to make it feel like your first kiss. Speaking of which, your first kiss was actually really sweet. It was your second date, and he dropping you off at your apartment. You guys sat in his car for about twenty minutes, being too engaged in your conversation you didn’t want to leave. He kissed you, sending the butterflies in your stomach in a craze.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do, actually. You were talking to him about something really random and it nonchalantly slipped out. “You love me?” Joe said. You didn’t even realize you said it until he asked. You were stuttering over your words when you came to the realization. He found it adorable.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

You and Joe went to Disney World one year for your anniversary. You both had a lot of fun and took an uncountable amount of selfies with all the characters walking around the park. He loved how happy you were the entire day, and it’s still his favorite memory you two share.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Joe spoils you for sure. He’s constantly thinking of you wherever he goes, so if he finds something he thinks you would like, he buys it without hesitating. Often when he’s away in other countries, he’ll send you care packages chock full of little items from wherever he’s at accompanied by a cute, handwritten letter.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink reminds him of you, because it’s delicate and pretty. He reminds you of yellow, because it’s bright and happy.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you babe, baby, the usuals. However, he loves calling you things like sweetie and honey but would not be caught dead calling you those in public.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Vinyl records. It’s very cliche, but he loves putting them on and dancing around like an idiot in his own home with you. It’s very sweet, and you find it adorable to no end.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to stay in and read, watch films, write, or simply just chat with you. You like to do hands-on, sort of crafty things when you’re bored on a rainy day, and he likes to watch you do those and even tries to help you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When Joe is sad, he needs time to be by himself, and you understand that. You know that he will come find you and open up when he’s ready to talk. Talking to you always cheers him up though.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Joe would literally feel so privileged to hear you talk about even the most boring things. He just adores talking to you and listening to you. Your conversations are always meaningful and riveting as well.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A nice, hot cup of tea and an indie film never fails to instantly relax him. You can always tell when Joe is stressed and you know the perfect ways to relax him. It works every time.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You’re incredibly proud of Joe and his career! You love flaunting the fact that your boyfriend is a famous actor, writer, director. You’re just so proud of him it’s hard not to.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Joe talks to your closest friends for months about how to propose, when, where, etc. He’s so nervous but he goes ring shopping and keeps the ring in his pocket nearly constantly, waiting for the perfect moment.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Ivan - Von Sell. It’s a really pretty song you both are fond of.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, definitely. Joe can’t wait to be married to you and be able to call you his wife. He probably would call you his wife before you’re even married.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

One day, Joe would come home with a little golden retriever puppy without even telling you beforehand. You’re a little shocked when he walks through the door with the little guy, but of course you’re not mad. You name him Banjo.

[captainmarvels]

wicked games [15]

Summary: New relationships are forged, and old ones kept aflame; does any of it matter when Tom isn’t the same as before?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ ONLY || vaginal penetration, unprotected sex [use condoms for god’s sake lol]; commitment issues (yes, it needs its own warning)

Word Count: 4,596

A/N: I’m taking people off the tag list if you’re just not gonna bother reading this anymore, ok thanks! :) also, the next chapter won’t be out until after March 2nd, so consider this your fair warning. Don’t ask when it’ll be out after today. Enjoy xx

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“You’re joking.”

“It’s not my fault your friends like me better, Tommy.” You stifled a laugh as you pictured the pout most definitely pulling at his lips as his end remained silent.

“I’d rather Harrison take you dress shopping, and you know I’d kill him if he ever did,”

“Relax! You’re acting like it’s the end of the world because I’m choosing to spend time with her, Tom,”

“Yeah, my world is ending because of this!” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paced back and forth behind his desk. “Just… promise me you won’t take everything she says to heart? She can be a little blunt, is all,”

“Stop telling your girlfriend I’m a bitch, Stanley. We’ll see you later, bye!” Mary grabbed the phone off the counter, hanging up on him before you had a chance to stop her. As soon as you two locked eyes, you burst out laughing while Mary smirked, downing the rest of her glass of wine.

“You ready?”

“God, yes.”

———————————————————————

The drive down to Manhattan was a fun one; the September skies of New York complemented Mary’s divulgation of many hilarious stories about her college days with Harrison and Tom, all while expertly dodging your question on how they had first met.

When the car pulled up to the storefront, Mary helped you out onto the sidewalk.

“Holy shit,” You said under your breath, eyes widening as you recognized the boutique in front of you.

“Only the best for you… and my gala, of course. C’mon!” Mary lead the way, practically dragging you along. A few minutes later, and you were stepping onto the extravagant showroom floor. Evening dresses and wedding gowns alike lined the racks and showcases surrounding you, sparkling and calling your name.

“Good morning, Ms. Robinson. We have the room set up in the back, just as you asked. Anything else that you may require as of now?”

“All the dress choices I sent in are there?” The woman, who had greeted you at the door, nodded. “Then I think we are all good. Clara will be there, too?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Perfect. We’re going to take a look around the floor and then go to the room, okay? Thank you, Liza!” Mary took your hand in hers and lead you towards one area full of evening dresses, a giddy smile on her face.

You followed her as she walked up to a few dresses, letting go of your hand as she took hold of the velvety fabric. Trailing your hand down the row of gowns, you found one that stood out, and smiled as you took in its beauty. Flipping the price tag over, you almost choked as you read the numbers.

“You okay?” Mary asked, looking up from the dress she was holding.

“Almost $10,000 for a dress?!” You said sharply, eyes wide as you flashed her the tag. She merely shrugged, nodding.

“That’s pretty cheap; Tom usually goes for the ones upwards of twenty grand, I think. Besides, I know for a fact that money shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She raised an eyebrow as you looked at her, teeth digging into your lip.

“It’s just…” You didn’t know what to say. Too much money? Too much guilt? Mary sighed and walked over to you, resting a hand on her hip as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze.

“It’s his money, babe. You get to use it to look hot as fuck, so let’s make his jaw drop, yeah?”

———————————————————————

Twenty dresses and a few flutes of champagne each later, the two of you finally settled on your gowns for the event. Standing in front of the massive 180-degree mirror, you admired the dress that had managed to steal your heart - and hopefully Tom’s, too. After all, it was costing him almost ten grand.

“Holy shit, I’m in love,” Mary gasped, smiling as she studied you from the doorway of her dressing room.

“Really?” You asked, gently running your fingers over the sequin inlays on the skirt.

“I’ll smack Tom if this doesn’t wreck him, honestly.” You rolled your eyes at her in the mirror and turned to your side as you continued marveling at your choice.

It was an A-line, dusty pink sheer gown with a deep V-neck and backless, just like the last dress Tom had chosen for you; he was bound to love it. The sequin patterns decorating the fabric were just the right amount, and made you enjoy being under the spotlight.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, Mary standing right behind you as you smiled in embarrassment .

“Am I taking too long?”

“We’ve got all the time in the world. I’m gonna check my dress out though, if you don’t mind,” She gestured to what she was wearing and you let out a small “oh, wow” as you nodded, stepping off the pedestal.

Her gown was a dark blue, floor length A-line tulle with a sequined flower design and V-neck. You watched her study herself with pride, her hands running over the fabric as she slowly turned around and looked at the dress from all angles.

“Can’t be too extra with the dress this time around, unfortunately. What with my parents being there and everything; gotta keep it all nice and ‘proper’, if you will,” She muttered, rolling her eyes as she stepped off the pedestal. “But, at least one of us will be a showstopper. No jewelry with this, okay? Dangly earrings yes, but no necklace or bracelets. God, I really should have gone into designing.”

“You would’ve been damn good at it,” Mary smiled at your words, cupping your cheek for a moment before walking back to her room.

“Let’s get some extra shit anyways, yeah?”

———————————————————————

Before you knew it, the day of Mary’s gala had arrived. It was an oddly warm day in October, which you were silently grateful for as you spent the morning getting ready for the big night.

Tom had gone into the office early that Saturday morning, wanting to make sure everything was in order for his string of meetings come the start of the new week. The party started early, with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres at five pm. The clock was nearing four o’clock when you finally put on your dress with the help of Ana, who Tom had called in to help with any last minute intakes.

“You look like a princess, miss Y/N,” She said as you stood before the mirror, a massive smile on your face.

“All she needs is a tiara and ring.” You spun around as his voice rang clear as day in your ears, a smug smile on his lips as he closed the distance between you.

“Welcome back, office bug,”

“Bug? What are you insinuating, darling?” You rolled your eyes at his coy response, earning you a tight squeeze of your hip as he bit back his tongue.

“I missed you,” you whispered, meeting his soft gaze as he slowly rubbed your arm.

“And I you. Have I said that you look absolutely ravishing in this dress? Because God, am I obsessed,” He said in awe, stepping back and spinning you around as he took in your heavenly appearance.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” You said, rather shocked. He was donning one of his Armani suits, with a plain white shirt and a pair of Converse. One of his Rolexs sat on his wrist as he pulled you back to him, eyebrows raised in question.

“You’re right; you need to change so no one will ogle you.” You smacked his chest, rolling your eyes.

“Not what I said, at all. Mary’s gonna kill you,”

“Please. We won’t even be staying the entire time,” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before brushing back some of your hair, his hot breath hitting your ear. “Especially with you looking like this, princess.”

You couldn’t help the slight shiver that ran down your spine at his words, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips as he rested his hand on the exposed small of your back, guiding you out into the hallway.

“Let me get my phone, and we’ll be on our way, okay?”

———————————————————————

“New York royalty! Or is there another name you prefer?” Harrison laughed as you and Tom walked up to him, letting him pull you into an embrace while Tom just slapped his back, rolling his eyes.

“The paps outside wouldn’t leave us alone, for fuck’s sake, mate! I forgot how much Mary loves getting her goddamn picture taken,” He muttered, wrapping his arm around your waist the second Harrison let you go.

“Let her be, man. The Robinson clan is making a special appearance tonight, so she had to pull out all the stops. Besides, who wouldn’t want to snap a pic of this angel right here?” Tom glared at his best friend as the both of you laughed, a slight blush spreading over Harrison’s cheeks as he raised his hands up in mock surrender. “You know I’m joking, mate. Nice um, shoes, yeah?” He nodded at the - in your opinion - ridiculous choice Tom had made.

“Yes, real nice choice, dumbass.” Mary appeared out of nowhere, hand on her hip and a glass of scotch in the other, eyes narrowed as she looked over Tom’s clothes. “Seriously? A CEO showing up like this?” She waved her hand around, rolling her eyes.

“Would you relax? It’s Armani,”

“I don’t care if the suit’s Armani; you’re wearing Converse, Stanley!” She scoffed, eyebrows raised in annoyance.

“Yeah, could’ve worn a real shirt at best, mate,” Harrison added, shutting his mouth when Mary glanced at him.

“Fuck off, Mary. If this wasn’t your gig, you’d be wearing Birkenstocks, and we all know that!” Harrison visibly cracked up at that, quietly clearing his throat as Mary stepped up to Tom, eyes enraged.

“You may be right, but your shirt looks like one of those Hanes $5 t-shirts from Wal-Mart, honey.”

“Eat shit, Robinson,”

“As long as it’s not yours, Holland. I’ve got more people to see - don’t abuse the open bar, you little shits!” She called out as she walked away, an apologetic smile flashed in your direction as she weaved through the growing crowd of attendees.

“Is this how it’s always going to be?” You asked, brows furrowed as Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead for a brief second before stepping back.

“She knows how to get to him, and he can’t stand that he doesn’t know how to rile her up so yeah, it’s probably going to always be like this,” Harrison said, shrugging as you nodded in reluctant acceptance.

“Let’s find our table.”

An hour or two passed, the table finally filling up with a bunch of men who’d gone to Stanford with the boys, a few of them were fraternity brothers that had gotten word from them after they’d graduated.

You’d gone to the bathroom to fix your lipstick, and upon your return, caught Harrison taking a picture of Tom with some of the men from earlier, middle fingers out.

“Really?” You said in disappointment once he’d taken the photo and given the phone back to its rightful owner.

“All in good fun, darling,” Tom answered, smiling softly as you sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“When can we go home?” You asked quietly, resting your hand on his thigh. He laid his hand over yours, caressing your skin as he leaned forward to leave a chaste kiss on your shoulder.

“Will you be mine for the night?” You turned back to see his flushed face, teeth digging into his lip as he met your gaze.

“Always, Tom.”

———————————————————————

Two weeks had passed since the gala, and you had no idea where he was.

No idea how to get into contact with him.

No one to turn to.

Well, no one who could help in any capacity.

“I know as much as you do… which is nothing, but regardless, I swear this isn’t like that other time, Y/N. I have no clue where he’s gone off to. Mary won’t be of any help; she’s the last person he’d trust with information like this.”

“I don’t understand why he felt the need to do this!” You said in exasperation, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration as you sat down on the sofa. “I thought we were doing okay, but clearly not. Fucking hell,” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Tom had been working practically non-stop since the gala; meeting after meeting, flying cross-country to visit other companies interested in investing with him - or in the company itself. You grew concerned when he stopped taking your calls a week ago, only to flat out freak out when neither Harrison nor his father could get ahold of him.

You and Harrison had spent the last few days getting in contact with everyone he had been scheduled to see: they all said they’d met with him, signed agreements with lawyers present, and were done before the business day was over. He was supposed to come back last night.

Supposed to.

“I just… how are his parents not losing their shit over this? I mean, it’s their son, for fuck’s sake!” You cried out, groaning loudly as you laid back on the couch.

“This is nothing new to them, unfortunately. He goes off the grid - with Dom especially - a lot of times, only to resurface a couple days - or weeks - later, safe and sound.”

“Yeah, but in those cases, he at least tells you where he’s going. What’s happened that now we’re both in the dark, Haz?” You looked over at him pacing in front of the fireplace, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and a look of profound concern etched on his face.

“What is it?” You knew that look - he was debating whether or not to tell you something about Tom. “Harrison, tell me. Please?��

He stopped moving, refusing to look at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s just… well, I… fuck. This is hard, okay? A part of me knows I need to tell you this, but there’s the other part that says this is -”

“- betraying his trust?” He looked up and nodded, sheepishly shrugging.

“I know I’m insane, but he’s like my brother, Y/N, and I just, I dunno,”

“Would this be a bad time to admit something?” You said, making Harrison face you, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Admit what?”

“That I… I might love him?”

“What?” His eyes were wide, jaw slack as he stared at you.

“What?”

“Did I… did you? Did I… hear you correctly? Are you sure? Like, are you 100% sure?” Harrison was bewildered and out of breath, his thoughts racing a mile a minute as he tried to calm down.

“Haz, that doesn’t help at all right now! I want to kill him because he’s gone off on this fucking bender and I’m sitting here not knowing what to think, but god, I just need to know he’s okay! That’s all I care about.”

“Well, now I definitely don’t want to say what I was going to before.” His cheeks were a pale red, his gaze glancing around the room as you sat up on the couch.

“Spit it out, or else I might kill you.” He held his hands up and nodded.

“Alright, alright. I’m sure you’re aware by now that Tom and his dad don’t… get along. Or really fucking hate each other; whichever way you want to look at it.” You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as he continued.

“Dominic’s been threatening to take the company away if Tom fucks up one more time. And before you ask how he’s ever done that, he’s not talking about with the company. He’s talking about Tom and what he chooses to do in his free time.”

“And what the hell does that mean?” The repressed anger towards Tom was starting to resurface with all the worst case scenarios running through your mind.

“His drinking and outrageous - to say the least - partying habits. Dom’s paid a fairly substantial amount of money to make sure none of it ever gets out to the public, but that obviously can’t go on forever.”

“And he holds the fucking company over his head for having fun? He’s worse than I thought,”

“I would say more, but Nick’s just texted me - he went to the other apartment and just found the man of hour.” You clapped your hands over your mouth as you gasped loudly, the sting of hot tears welling up in the corners of your eyes nothing compared to the weight that was just lifted off your heart.

He’s okay.

———————————————————————

You were pacing around the foyer when the elevator bell finally rang, the doors taking their sweet time in opening.

Your heart was bound to leap out of your chest the second you laid eyes on him, but instead all you could feel was relief as he stepped out into the apartment, head hanging low.

Neither of you said a word, even though you were dying to say something, anything.

He moved first.

Step by step, he walked up to you, eyes glued to the floor as he raised his head up to rest his forehead against yours.

“You’re here.” he breathed in relief.

What you said in response pulled him out of the comfort he’d just started to sink into.

“I shouldn’t be here. Not after all this.”

He stepped back, brows furrowed as he processed your words.

“What… what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Now’s not the time to start playing this shit, Tom. You’ve been gone for two weeks without so much as a word from you. You don’t get to play dumb. What happened?” You moved back from him as he reached out for you, knowing full well the second he touched you, you’d lose all focus.

He wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

“Y/N, it was nothing. I just got caught up in the work like I always do. I swear baby, it’s fine. I’m fine,”

“You know it’s not! When you were drunk on the living room floor, crying, you told me you knew none of this - leaving and disappearing - was okay! You told me I deserve better than that, and you’re right, I do. But I’m still here. For you, Tom.” You took another step back when he shifted forward, trying your best to ignore the pained look that flashed over his features as you did so.

“Why stay when you know how fucked up this all is? How fucked up I am? What’s the point?” His words hurt him more than he cared to admit, but he needed to know.

“You told me once that you wanted someone who could be there for you. And I am, always. I stay and I stay, but how the hell will it ever work when you won’t let me be there for you?”

Your chest was slightly heaving, your face hot with frustration and panic as you watched him. When he locked eyes with you, you could there was… something in his eyes. You didn’t want to think about it as he closed the distance between you, his body relaxing when you didn’t move away.

Cupping your cheek, he looked into your eyes as if he were searching for something. His gaze slowly flitted down to your lips, his tongue poking out and licking his own before he spoke.

“You need to stop me before it all goes to hell.” he whispered as he leaned in closer.

“And what if I want it to?”

Without another thought, Tom grabbed ahold of you and crashed his lips against yours, taking his hands and carding them through your hair, effectively pulling it back. You whined into the kiss when he nipped your bottom lip, and suddenly every part of him yearned to touch you everywhere at once.

Your hands were intertwined with his curls, slowly dropping down to his neck with every pass of his tongue against yours. His skin burned under your warm, delicate touch, and all he wanted was to feel you pressed up close against him.

His hands settled on your waist, your whines music to his ears as he pulled away. He trailed wet, sloppy kisses down your jaw to your neck as his hands brought you flush against him. Gently pushing you back, he guided you both to his bedroom, his hands getting to work on both of your clothes as you went.

He undid the buttons of his own dress shirt and the one you were wearing, his hands brushing against your bare skin as he moved to undo the tie of your pajama shorts. You hastily pushed open the door of his room as the pair of you stumbled in, your hands wrapped up in each other as he pushed it shut.

Kicking off his jeans and boxers, Tom pushed you down onto the bed and crawled up your body, kissing every inch of you he could get his lips on. He undid your bra without looking, pulling it down your chest to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. Kneading your other breast, he took his time covering your soft flesh with hickies, his mouth never leaving you as he moved to give the each breast equal attention. You whined quietly as he tugged your nipple between his teeth, your hands instinctively pulling on his hair, silently begging him to kiss you again.

He moaned softly at the feeling, thriving off this different kind of begging. This level of need was something he’d never experienced before but God, was he addicted.

Moving up your body, he lavished your neck in kisses as if he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he murmured against your skin, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he brushed his nose against your jaw. “Perfect in every way,” he nipped at your skin before kissing the bruising flesh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Your whimpers in his ear spurred him on; he couldn’t help every word that fell from his tongue, telling you just how obsessed he was with you, in every way imaginable. With your hands tangled up in his hair and his hips grinding against yours, you couldn’t ignore the growing ache between your legs.

The tip of his cock barely brushed against your covered clit, making you moan wantonly as you tugged on his hair, pulling him back to you. Wriggling underneath him, trying to create some sort of friction, dying to feel him, Tom whispered in your ear,

“Nice and easy, baby girl. M’gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

Without another word, he pushed aside your panties and trailed a finger through your folds, groaning into your neck at how wet you already were. He kissed back down your neck, deciding to focus on your breasts as he continued to grind against you.

As soon as his tongue swirled around your nipple, you pressed your nails into his scalp, savoring the deep growl in his throat as he teases your entrance with the head of his cock. Whimpering softly, you dropped a hand to his back, gently scratching down to urge him on.

Finally pushing in, he moaned, savoring the way you gasped and how fucking good you felt around him. Your walls clenched around his cock when he bottomed out and he grunted loudly, clenching his jaw tightly as he pushed your hips down the second you tried to lift them up.

Attaching his lips to your neck again, he sucked on your skin before proceeding to nip at the shell of your ear.

“You do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself, princess.”

His words only fueled your deep desire for him to be as rough as could be, but you knew he needed this… this different kind of sex. So you whimpered, kissing the top of his head as he moved down to your breasts again.

Burying his face in the valley between them, he whined softly before whispering,

“I love these so much, baby… could spend days just showering them in love,”

You hummed in reply, slowly pushing your hips up to meet his after he finally took his weight off of you, and you let him kiss and bite and grab you everywhere he could.

He hovered over you for a moment and let his head hang above yours, his long curls falling over his face. You brushed it back and pulled him down to you, kissing his neck and tracing patterns over his shoulders and back as he started to slowly thrust in and out, wanting him to savor every second.

When the head of his cock grazed your sweet spot, you couldn’t help but moan and all he could do was smile, trying his best not to move as he tried to hit against it again, hoping to hear that heavenly sound again.

Tom never pulled away afterwards, what with your chests pressed up against each other, his lips never leaving your skin as you dug your nails into his skin with every drag of his cock against your aching walls.

Tugging on his curls once more, you pulled him back to your needy lips, eager to feel his tongue dancing with yours as he brought you closer to the edge. You were so close, and he could tell because of your soft gasps; the way your eyes were fluttering closed as you held him as close to you as you could.

You couldn’t stave off your orgasm anymore, but you needed him with you every step of the way, so you clenched around him again to push him to the brink with you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth once more, he moaned against your lips as he dropped his hand to your clit, drawing heavenly circles on the sensitive bud.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, you threw your head back as you felt the heavy wave of release hit you from every angle.

“Don’t stop, oh my go-... it feels so good, please,” you whined, moaning shamelessly as Tom picked up the pace and slowly fucked you through your orgasm.

You came with a loud, keening cry, repeating his name like a mantra.

“Oh, Tom, fuck… yes, Tom,”

He couldn’t stop himself from coming deep inside you the second he realized you were saying his name. His hips faltered against you, a loud growl rumbling deep in his chest his only warning as he came, your walls clenching around his cock as it throbbed.

You shushed him through the high, kissing every inch of his face as his chest heaved from the riveting pleasure. He let himself slowly fall on top of you, his hands moving to your hips as he turned you both over onto your sides.

With his face buried in the crook of your neck, you kissed his hair, stroking his back while he regained control of his breathing.

Sated, Tom drifted off, well aware that this… this wasn’t just fucking anymore; it had crossed the line to something completely different and foreign to him.

As you let the sweet haze overcome you, all you could think was that it was definitely good right now… even if it might not be okay later.

[dream-hopper]

Day 1

Day 1. "Yes! No, Mom, I promise it's only going to a school trip, nothing more. No, no really, there aren't-MOM!" you yell into your phone, "Jeez, I will call you once I get on the plane, okay? I promise I'll tell you if anything changes." You hang up the phone, stepping into a near by coffee store, it was one of your favorites when it came to quick coffee. You orded your usual order, and went on your way. As you were stepping onto the crosswalk, you noticed a taken apart phone on the side of the road, searching around you to make sure no one else was going to take the phone, you spead up ahead before an oncoming car ran you over, and snatched it. Putting the battery and the phone itself in your bag, and walking to your Uber. The plain was about fifteen minutes away, and you thought you'd charge the phone and see who it belonged to from there. The terminal was hell, as usual, but you finally managed to stop in a little cafe store near your gate to relax with your stuff. Putting a charging base into a wall outlet, you charged the phone. It was a nice phone, about a couple models old, but still nice. It turned on without much trouble, and you noticed how there we're any personal info on it when you tried to look for contacts. The screen background was of a sun and a blue sky, but aside from that, nothing to personal, when suddenly, a notification icon popped up at the top of the screen, saying that a chatroom had opened. Checking your own phone, you saw that you still had about a half an hour till your flight. Sucking in a shaking breath, you open the chatroom. Instead of a nice atmospheric chatroom like one you're used to, you're introduced to a bunch of bianry code in green text, when "Unknown" came into the chat. "This guy's weird, go to somebody's house?!" You whisper under your breath. "What's wrong with this...omg what if he's a kidnapper?!" Typing a quick, "no, you're creepy," you hide the phone to not be interested or freaked out anymore. The stranger sent you a picture of him, telling you that he's just a koreen boy that needs help with this. You felt uneasy, thinking that you're about to land in South Korea for a school trip. Putting aside everything, you say that you'll help him. Your flight is uneventful, aside from the letorous old men that sat next to you. You met up with your classmates and checked into the hotel that you'd be staying at. Your Korean wasn't that bad, but you still needed work, because the man behind the register laughed when you asked him for your room key. Your friend had told you later that you asked for your chicken toes, instead of room key. Before settling down too much, you packed a nice dress in your backpack, sweats, a shirt, and other nessecities, because you were about to head to the gym, when you remembered "Unknown". Checking the cell phone, you saw that there was an address. It was in the middle of the city, it seemed, so that surprised you. You told your friends that you'd be out for a little bit, and you'd catch up with them later. Downtown was busy, but the city lights were gorgeous, even as you were taking the bus to the apartment. It was very nice, tall and looked very clean. There were a few old people in the lobby, catching up with what seemed to be their younger family members. You made your way to the elevator and texted Unknown Y/N: Okay, I'm here, which floor is it? Unknown: 14th floor, second door at the end of the hallway to the right. Y/N: How do you know that?;;; Unknown: Well, Unknown: It's a long story, and i've put you through enough today, right ^^; Y/N: Whatever... Passing a couple girls on the way to the room, you finally made it to the door, but saw that, unlike the rest of the rooms with a normal key, there was a passcode. Unknown: See, nothing bad, Unknown: Is there a password.? You decided to play with him, see how much he knows about this place. Y/N: nope, don't see one. Unknown: Really? are you sure? Y/N: Lol jk there is. Unknown: lol you're funny. He gave you the passcode, and you went in. The room when you first go in was very spacious. A bed that folded into a couch was in the corner next to a locker set, a computer, and a desk. On the far right wall, ther was a door that lead to the rest of the apartment. Suddenly, you heard a loud beep go off on the cell phone. The chat was destroyed, and in its place was a normal chatroom, with five different people. Your body was shaking, worrying that something went wrong and that you were going to be in a lot of trouble. They didn't notice you enter at first, talking about jobs and midterms for a while, when 707 started freaking out. It took a while, but you were finally about to say hello. They responded with just as much concern as you first were made aware of. It was when you were called 'fake' that you got offended and said. Y/N: I'm (y/n), i'm the most confused one here, who are you all? This triggered you to learn of Zen and Yoosung, the lonely college boy and actor. Cute, but very pushy. Jumin, the CEO guy for a big corp. in Korea, with Jaehee as his assistant, and Seven. He's not so bad, he means well, but he's really scatter brained. You couldn't focus on what was happening too much in the chat, when suddenly V came into the room. You thought that everything happening was too much, and the fact that they were so trusting with the information they were giving out to a total stanger troubled you. Wasn't this supposed to be a "secret chatroom for members only"? As they were talking, you decided to look around the room, not doing any real harm but just because you couldn't stay still. You looked in the lockers, and you saw amazing clothing. Possibly not your right size, but they were about there. The next room had a hallway that lead to the main bedroom and the bathroom just across the hall. Which meant this was the living room. Not a very well thought out living room, considering how buisness it looked. You turned your attention to the screen again, and Seven had asked you not to mess with anything. Turning bright red, you sat on the bed. V left the room after explaining what his thoughts were on the matter, and you being offered a job. Your mind was filled with confusion and disbelief as Jumin asked if you wanted to join the RFA. Not answering right away, and thinking what would happen if you did, you decided, sure, it's not like they're serious or anything. Everyone left the chatroom, and you saw the full features of the phone, on how very much like Fakebook it was, with profiles and everything. Seven called you about an hour after you'd settled down. He told you how boring his work was, and how he wished he could be at the space station instead. You laughed and told him to build a ship then. You both laugh at this, when he stopped and said; "Oh, so when I did a background check on you, sorry about that by the way, I noticed you were a student from America staying here for three weeks at the near by hotel. I called your Teachers and everything and told them that you were, well, busy I guess. They didn't like that for some reason." "Woah woah woah, so what am I supposed to do then? I have classes and stuff!" "That's easy, I had all your future lessons and homework sent to the apartment, and also I had my maid pick up your stuff from the hotel, so don't worry about that. Jumin said that he'd repay you for the expenses for the hotel and the drive here." "That's very sweet of him but, oh, i just heard a knock on the door hold on." "Take me with you lolol." You opened the door and saw your luggage and a large folder of paperwork. You groaned as you fell to your knees, thinking about how much more work this is going to be for you. "I know, it's a lot of work, but if you need help with anything just talk to me." "Thanks, Seven." "No problem-o! 707, defender of justice will never let a damsel stay in distress!" You laughed, telling him that was pretty funny. He laughed along and said that he had to go, work and all, and you groaned out "Same." Hanging up your phone, you felt strange about how everything turned out, but let it slide. You decided that you wouldn't look at your work until you had too, and went to the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. When you found there was nothing there, you picked up your cell phone again, and ordered take out.