#more like flirty boi x in denial old man

[somethingsomethingwords]

Good whatever-time-of-the-day-is-over-there. Here's a new thing. I played a little with their characterisation in this one. Stay safe out there. Enjoy 💜

Lance is bothered. And what's worse, Fernando is bothered that Lance is bothered. Not that caring about someone is wrong or strange and, while personally it isn't his MO, neither is caring about your teammates.

No, Fernando cares because of reasons that are still not clear. And that's what is driving him mad. And also the frown on Lance's face, but he'll face one problem at a time.

First point on the list, why does he care about this kid.

It had been easy signing the contract, even when Lawrence had heavily hinted at his mentor's duties.

He obviously had heard about Lawrence's son, about his achievements in the minor categories, and his average results in Formula 1.

And he couldn't escape the rumours about his rich spoiled kid behaviour, his lack of a strong personality or his evident disinterest in the sport.

Hell, he had even met the guy in the paddock before arriving at Aston Martin.

And then he met Lance, with his goofy smile, his sweet personality, his seriousness about the job, the fire that burnt when getting inside the car and the evident hard created persona for the media that completely melted when in private, the spark of a prankster spirit with Mick and Esteban.

(Ugh, he already couldn't stand the Frenchman when they were teammates, and now it was even worse when he saw how close the two young men were.)

The point is, when he started he didn't think highly of baby Stroll, and now here he is, knocking on the door of Lance's hotel room, because there is something wrong with the Canadian, and that meant Fernando cares because. Just. Because.

So, here he is, ready to find out what's going on.

He hears some muffled words behind the door, and then it's opened by Lance, his hair really messy and his shorts really short.

He is slowly losing his mind, when the younger one starts talking.

"Hey, Fernando. Do you come here often?" he says, languid and with those big doe eyes of his.

Fernando is completely baffled. They don't flirt, that's not how they are. He is usually the one that lightly teases Lance, just to see him blushing, and jokes around, just to see his smile and make sure that he is happy, but nothing more than that. He doesn't understand this sudden change.

Lance must see his confusion on his face, because he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Sorry, just the painkillers, they are kicking my ass. Also I'm tired as fuck and I'm really thirsty" he says, with an adorable snort.

Lance isn't exactly shy, but he has always seemed to like keeping to himself, and to contribute to a conversation rather than starting it. All this openness and honesty are very surprising, and somehow even a little bit worrying.

"Don't worry. You ok?"

And Fernando is winning dumbest person ever, because the answer is staring right at him, eyes glassy and unnaturally red cheeks, the aura of sweat and sick all over Lance. But the younger doesn't stop smiling.

"Yeah, it's all good, just high temperature and sore wrists"

And that's what Fernando had first noticed. Lance had been particularly careful with his wrists all day, never actually wrapping them in bandages, but massaging and rubbing them continuously, discomfort clear on his face.

ok, now you know, now you can leave he thinks, but something won't make him move. He had always been attentive, after all.

"You have a fever?" he asks, starting to worry.

Lance shrugs, but everything about him is screaming tired and sick.

"It's nothing serious, really" as he says this, Lance has to grip the door because of the sudden dizziness.

Fernando, now seriously worrying, just stares at him, until the other sighs.

"Ok, it may be a little bit serious, but everything is fine. I just need some sleep. Goodnight" and goes to close the door, but Fernando is faster. He puts his foot in between the door and its frame.

"Let me help you" he simply says.

He finds himself being looked through as if he was inconsistent by Lance's unfocused eyes. And then they refocus, and they are starting deep into his soul.

"Why?" Lance says simply, and Fernando feels like this is a test. Lance won't let him in if he fails, and Fernando has no intention of failing.

"Can see you're not well. Want to help. Because... I care" the admission tears something in him, something that has been hardened after all the years on track. Something that starts feeling warm and light and bright when Lance smiles softly and lets him in.

He enters and then closes the door, leaving behind the last vestiges of embarrassment and doubt. He has a job, a mission, and he won't make mistakes nor disappoint.

Looking around, the only sign of life is the crumpled blanket on the couch.

"You were sleeping on that?" ask Fernando, looking at the small sofa and his tall teammate.

"It was closer to the door" answers the other, shrugging again.

"Must have been uncomfortable" because even if it was of the right size, which it wasn't, it still looks stiff and leather cold.

"What's a little more pain when your whole body tingles and your wrists feel on fire?"

It's the simplicity with which Lance speaks, as if nothing bothers him, as if pain is inevitable and he shouldn't complain. That doesn't sit right with Fernando. Lance deserves the world's softest blankets, its warmest beds and its coziest socks. Fernando could give him everything. Fernando wants to give him everything. That's terrifying. But admitting it is also freeing, somehow.

soul shattering revelations later, nurse duty now he thinks, not without fondness.

Fernando follows Lance to his bed, and when the taller man just falls into the bed, not bothering with his clothes or the sheets, Nando realises he's going to have to work hard. He's always loved a good challenge.

Fernando reaches for the other's luggage, easily finding his pajama and fresh underwear. Then he returns to the side of the bed.

"Now, get up. Take a shower, dry, new clothes and bed. Can you do it?"

He infuses a bit of a challenge at the end, just to rile the man up.

What he doesn't expect is Lance's laugh at his words.

"Dude, I can't feel my legs. I'm not gonna reach the bathroom on them. I think I'll just skip everything and just go to bed" he says, burrowing further into the covers, which still aren't actually covering him.

"Ok, I'll help you" he says, as if it's something they do normally.

Fernando basically drags Lance to the bathroom, sitting him on the closed lid of the toilet. When he looks at Lance's face, he worries. It is redder than before, and his eyes are strangely focused on his arm for no apparent reason.

"Lance, everything ok?" he is starting to feel like a mother hen, but Lance's behaviour is really messing him up. And his answer really doesn't help.

"So strong" says Lance, completely spaced out and lightly stroking his bicep.

The caress is absolutely doing nothing to him, no sir.

Fernando gently takes Lance's hand, and waits until his eyes are focused on him.

"It's ok. Just a quick shower and then to bed, no?"

Lance nods, but Fernando can tell he's not completely there. So he quickly removes his clothes, leaving the underwear, and after turning on the water at a lukewarm temperature, he guides him into the bath.

It's not even ten seconds later that Lance starts shaking. Fernando is immediately grabbing his hand.

"What's going on, Lance? What's wrong?"

"The water... Is hot... It hurts" he is shivering and biting his bottom lip so hard Fernando can already see blood.

"Lance I need you to listen to me. The water is not hot. Your body is not feeling it right. Let me wash you and then it's the bed" he says, feeling like he is kicking a puppy, but he knows the lukewarm bath will help Lance in the long run. So he washes him as fast as he can, and then turns off the water. He starts wrapping the younger man in the preheated towel, gentle and careful.

He can see the other is losing himself faster than he'd like. So, when Lance seems dry enough, he wastes no time taking off his boxers and putting on a new pair, without peeking, he swears.

All dressed up, he carries him to the bed, where the other can finally sleep under the covers. He's just about to go get Lance some water, when the other starts.

"Thank you,,, for being here,,, but don't leave,,, it hurts" he says with his eyes closed and a pained frown, his breath moving his chest with a staccato rhythm.

Fernando kneels on the floor, so he is face to face with Lance, and starts stroking his hair.

"Am not leaving. Just going to get some water, then we sleep. I know it hurts, but it's going to be ok. Trust me" and the last sentence came out more like a question, and he worries for a second. Then he sees the other relax before opening his eyes and looking him in the eyes, whispering "Always" and closing them.

Fernando feels a weight lifting from his chest, but also a growing responsibility. For the first time in a while, he isn't scared of committing to whatever this is.

He shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his face, before standing up and retrieving two bottles of water from the mini fridge in the kitchenette.

He deposits them, one on each of the nightstands, and lies on the free side of the bed.

He tries to keep a modicum of distance, but Lance is having none of it. He simply turns towards him, and hugs him, reminding Nando of an overgrown squid.

He is out like a light in five seconds flat.

cute, he thinks, and for the first time in what seems like months of their dance, Fernando allows himself to properly drink Lance's sight, his long eyelashes and his strong nose and his pink mouth, slightly open in his sleep. He allows himself to think about how he likes being with the other man, how he likes to make him laugh, how he can't stand seeing him upset.

He allows himself to simply be, to simply feel whatever he feels for Lance. And it feels good.

[f1letters]

vigilante shit | pg10 x cl16

"you did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

summary: revenge is served cold and it tastes especially sweet when it involves his best friend

warning: angst, toxic relationship, toxic reader, revenge, suggestive language, swearing, no cheating (since they are not together), a little choking? (lol this took a turn)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader, charles leclerc x reader

word count: 3.4k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon ange = my angel; bébé = baby; ma chérie = my darling

we are officially back after last weekend! (please, let's NOT talk about it, I'm still in denial lol) 😂 I guess this story needs a shoutout to my toxic ex? thank you wherever you are in the world for the inspo! haha 😂 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as always!

masterlist

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

A cat eye sharp enough to kill a man was the first step necessary to a killing night.

Y/N made sure her siren eyes were on point as she got ready for the party that night. It wasn't the first drivers' party she attended since she had become a frequent presence in the paddock for the last few months. But, boy, was it a special one.

This was her time to seek revenge. 

Toxic? Perhaps. But the Machiavellian side of her didn't care. Her eyes were seeing red. 

And red was her theme: her bright cherry-red lips, her long silk red dress, and the luscious red heels at the end of her smooth legs, which showed through the slit of her skirt.

She looked like a walking Ferrari prize, ready to be picked up by the winner.

Playing with me was the worst thing you've ever done, Pierre. You'll see, she thought, leaving the house.

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

It all started on an innocent, warm summer day when Y/N and a group of friends decided to take a boat on the gorgeous, fascinating Lake Como for some fun, swimming and sunbathing, while they were in the beautiful country of Italy.

Unknown to Y/N, in the same waters, another boat passed by hers, immediately catching the interest of all her friends. The young woman was completely distracted, tanning her back, when she began to hear flirty whispers and giggles coming from her group, swooning over some random guys.

Curious, the girl turned around until her eyes landed on the figures of two athletic, handsome men. God, it was unfair, couldn't she have both? A girl can dream.

She had always been a confident woman, but old-fashioned in a sense: she wasn't going to approach them. If they wanted to know her and her friends, they could address them. If not, their loss.

However... Life has a funny way of turning against you and when the group of friends was getting ready to leave the lake, their boat couldn't start. They tried and tried, but clearly none of them had the capacity to handle the situation. So they only had one option left: ask for help from the friendly, helpful guys on the next boat.

"Hey!" Y/N called out, in an attempt to get them to look. "Can you help us?"

"Hi! Is something wrong with your boat?" One of them, in blue shorts, questioned, curious.

"We can't start the engine. Can you help us?" She asked.

The two boys jumped out and swam to the girls' boat without hesitation. When they walked up the stairs, Y/N could almost hear her friends' jaws hitting the floor at the sight of their wet, muscled abs. But Y/N maintained his carefree demeanour, which only fascinated the two young men more.

The unreachable. The unknown. The treasure to be discovered. They lived for the adrenaline, for the adventure, for the challenge.

And she was a walking challenge.

"Thanks for your help. I'm Y/N." She introduced herself, extending her hand to greet them.

"Pierre." The boy in the orange shorts replied, half-closed eyes filled with interest.

"I'm Charles." The other replied, with a seductive smile plastered on his face.

How the girl would come to regret it when she thought back on that day. From that moment came the invitation for the young women to join the two drivers in their next GP in Emilia-Romagna, which they happily accepted.

And from there came more races, group dinners, parties, and much more. Everything got more complicated when what started as a group friendship ended up leading to a silent battle between the two friends for the confident girl's attention.

One of them, unfortunately, had to lose, and in this case, contrary to their races, Pierre came out victorious, much to Charles's unawareness. Although the Monegasque was an absolute Greek God on the outside and a sweetheart on the inside, Y/N couldn't help but initially let her tendency for complicated, toxic men lead her right to Pierre.

She fell for his charm right away. She didn't even have a chance to run. As soon as he made his first move on her when he pulled her into an empty room after a night of partying, he dominated the girl, body and soul, like he was poison burning right through the inside of her veins.

But like all poison, it's only a matter of time before you die without the antidote.

Secret nights, hidden moments, empty promises. He continued to feed off of what he wanted from her, while she sustained herself with the little crumbs left from the illusions she created in her own head.

He wasn't going to change, and she knew it. But it wasn't until she heard the words come out of his mouth that she realized really how she had been used all those months.

"I never wanted a serious relationship, mon ange," Pierre confessed, unconcerned with her feelings. "You knew from the start that this was just fun for the two of you."

"Fun for the two of you?" She echoed his words. "You've been saying for months that we're eventually going to be in a relationship. Don't lie now. Which one'll be your last lie?!"

She wasn't going to allow herself to cry in front of him. She kept her gaze directly on him, with a look that could kill.

"You know what? You're right." She replied, smiling at him through the pain she felt in her chest. The corners of her lips turned up, but her eyes didn't follow the gesture, leaving Pierre almost startled by the mixed signals. "Have a good life, Pierre. I'll see you around."

Oh, he was going to see her around...

If there was one thing Y/N liked better than a good boy toy, it was revenge. 

And she was thirsty for some vigilante action.

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

She wasn't going to let herself be affected by a guy who didn't treat her as she deserved. That wasn't something that lined up with her strong, confident, determined personality.

Cry for him? Be heartbroken because of the shitty way she was treated by him? Why be sad when you can get even? 

The perfect opportunity for payback just presented itself to her. Just like that: so tempting, so inviting, so alluring. In the form of a single text.

From: Charles Leclerc

hey! you're coming sunday night, right? need you at my victory party...

Y/N spent the whole time with her focus completely dedicated to Pierre when she had a caring, honest man in the palm of her hand... And she would be lying if she didn't say that the fact that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous didn't help captivate her now that her heart was free.

However, part of her mind told her that, although she was attracted to Charles, it would be unfair to basically use him to provoke a reaction out of Pierre. The Monegasque didn't even dream of the affair his two friends had going on in the recent past. It was just wrong. After all, how could she do to him what the Frenchman had done to her?

With this, an internal debate was created within the young woman. There were two options: she could be the superior person and move on with her life without thinking about the past, or she could let her anger take over and play with fire a little.

Unfortunately for Pierre, Y/N was never very good at keeping the burning fire of revenge inside her, and she was determined to have a little fun with it.

She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

That Sunday, Y/N walked into the club like she owned the place. The white lights reflected off her as if she were the mirror ball in the centre of the dance floor: all eyes were on her as she outshined the rest of the world.

Two pairs of eyes averted in unison as she approached the group of drivers, both believing she was there for them.

Pierre, closest to the stairs she was going up to the VIP area, was the first to approach the girl, with an inquisitive look.

"Mon ange, I didn't expect you to be here." He confessed, convinced that Y/N was there with the intent of getting him back.

What he didn't expect was that her siren eyes wouldn't even meet his. She was a woman on a mission, and her eyes were on only one person: his best friend.

Without saying a single word to him, Y/N made her way over to the handsome winner of the race, who had his mesmerizing blue eyes already fixed on his shiny red prize.

"Wow, bébé!" He whistled, giving her his hand and making her take a turn to show off her look. "I love the red, it suits you well. Was that all for me?" Charles, more confident than usual from a couple of drinks already consumed, flirted with the girl, his eyes admiring her from head to toe.

"How did you guess?" She replied, in the same tone. Y/N couldn't deny that Charles looked incredibly appetizing. His baby blue shirt was slightly open, exposing the man's defined chest, his hair was tousled and wild, and his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Just a lucky guess. The red Ferrari was a given, though." He chuckled as he pulled her closer to him. "You look so pretty tonight, Y/N. Not that you don't always look stunning, but tonight... Damn, you look fucking incredible, ma chérie."

Charles, focused only on the woman in front of him, didn't even notice how his best friend was glued to the shocking image of the Monegasque clinging to his ex-lover, but Y/N could feel Pierre's eyes burning into the back of her neck.

The young woman couldn't help but let out a satisfied grin. Pierre thought he could play with her without having to deal with the consequences, but he forgot that karma has a way of always biting someone back.

Y/N let her hand flow along the shirt of the driver in front of her until she reached his collar. She approached him seductively until her red inviting lips approached his ear.

Letting her mouth graze against Charles' warm neck, she began her plan. "Do you want to dance, champ?" She asked, with a suggestive tone to her voice.

"Lead the way. I'm all yours tonight." Charles responded and placed his hands on the girl's waist in response.

Enjoy the show, Pierre. It's just getting started.

And she looks so pretty

Drivin' in your Benz

Lately, she's been dressin' for revenge

As the pair moved towards the centre of the club, Y/N swaying his hips gently to the music and Charles with his hands all over the girl's body, Pierre's gaze moved with them.

The Frenchman's muscles tensed up, something that didn't go unnoticed by his teammate Yuki, who was standing right beside him.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Tsunoda asked, worried. "You look... I don't know, upset."

"Everything is fine," Gasly replied, though not at all convincingly. "Everything is perfectly fine." He continued, not understanding whether he was trying to convince the Japanese driver or himself.

He broke up with her, okay, he knew that. He would've understood if she showed up with some random guy trying to tease him. But his best friend, someone he's known for decades?

Y/N was taking things too far.

Pierre unfastened two buttons of his shirt, in an attempt to catch his breath, now dominated by rage. If your plan was to make me jealous to prove me wrong, you've done it, he thought to himself. Now that's enough.

Now for Y/N, revenge was just beginning.

"I think the winner deserves something special." The young woman put her arms around Charles' neck, letting her fingers flow through his brown hair and giving him a provocative smirk. "Don't you agree, Leclerc?"

"Well, he tried really hard to win the race." He joked back, speaking of himself in the third person. The driver's hands threatened to slide further and further down her back towards her bottom. "I think at the very least he deserves a dance with the prettiest girl in this club."

"Perhaps if the winner behaves well during the night, he can find out if his prize is red under the dress too." She teased him, licking her lips as she looked down at his flawless mouth. "Do you think he would like that?"

"Oh, for sure." He answered, getting his face closer to hers.

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and more euphorically, something that caught her off guard. This all started with intentions to punish Pierre for what he did to her, but without her relationship with the Frenchman clouding her mind, Y/N couldn't help but see Charles in a different light for the first time.

Of course, she always thought he was hot and she noticed his attempts to get close to her. But at that moment, the young woman was looking at him and her body seemed to react automatically to the Monegasque's presence, trying to reduce the physical distance between the two as much as possible.

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

She don't dress for friends

Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

She let herself be carried away by the impulsiveness of the moment and, leaving her thirst for vengeance forgotten in the back of her head, Y/N pulled Charles towards her and let her cherry-red lips kiss his.

Leclerc instantly returned the kiss, with the same passion, the same determination, and the same hunger for each other.

At that moment, it was just her and him. It didn't matter the circumstances that led them there, but that there was indeed chemistry and desire for each other. She simply had enough of Pierre and his lies.

On the other hand, Pierre couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he used to call his between four walls. The man he called his brother. Kissing. Hands exploring their bodies. No shame, no concern for who saw them and the opinions of outsiders.

It was what Y/N wanted from me and I never gave it to her, he realised.

The couple broke the kiss and Charles ran his hand over the girl's forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear. Y/N giggled when she saw the image of the driver's lips now stained with her lipstick and tried to clean them by running her thumb lovingly over them.

Suddenly, she felt the side of her face burn and instantly she realized why: her ex's eyes were fixed on her. As soon as she turned her face towards him, their eyes met and she just imagined all the names he was calling her in his head. She gave him a smirk and turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back with you, okay?" She asked, knowing full well that Pierre was going to follow her.

"I'll meet Carlos and wait for you in the VIP area." He informed her, a hungry look on his face, giving her hand one last rub with his thumb. "But you better be back soon because I've been promised a prize that I can't wait to unravel."

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

Just as she predicted, Gasly followed as soon as he saw her heading towards the dark hallway to the bathrooms.

Along the way, and just when he thought his nightmare couldn't get any worse, the Frenchman bumped into Charles, who had a smile plastered to his face like a man who had just won the lottery. Pierre wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid smirk out of his face.

"Mate, I finally got the woman of my dreams." Leclerc innocently admitted, unaware that he was pulling his friend's strings.

Pierre simply walked away, bumping into Charles's shoulder, who was left behind confused by what had just happened.

As soon as he reached the hallway, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He assumed she was in the ladies' room, so he leaned against the wall beside the door as he waited for her to exit.

A few minutes (which seemed like hours to the impatient man) passed before she got out. As soon as Pierre saw her figure, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall in an act of rage.

"Can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Gasly spat out the words, hot-headed, leaning his body completely over the young woman's. "Are you fucking kidding me? Charles? Of all people."

"I'm sorry, but since when do I owe you an explanation? If I remember correctly, you and I are nothing." She spoke, mirroring the same angry tone.

"Shut the fuck up." Pierre gripped her wrist tighter, letting her know that her plan was working exactly as planned. "You crossed the line."

"I just thought the winner of the race deserved a worthy prize." She smirked until the driver placed his hand on her throat and squeezed lightly, making the smile soon disappear from her face.

While he was doin' lines and crossin' all of mine

Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

"You already got what you wanted. You had your fun, you got me fucked up." He confessed. "But that's enough. You're going to get out of here and go home immediately because I'm not about to take this shit."

Y/N laughed in his face. This man's audacity to try to boss her around after using her as his personal toy in his spare time.

The young woman was far from done with her plan. So, she gave him those puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist and he released her throat, his eyes softening at the image of her.

Y/N brought her face closer to his, half closing her eyes as their lips prepared to meet. Or so Pierre thought, who was caught off guard when the girl ducked her way towards his ear and whispered her last words.

"This is only the start. Enjoy my revenge like I'm going to enjoy my night."

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

With that, the young woman left the dark hall without looking back and walked confidently towards the gorgeous man who was waiting for her.

Charles smiled behind the glass he was drinking from as soon as he laid eyes on the girl in red, getting a pat on the back from his friend Carlos.

"Ay, ay, ay, my friend. You are completely head over heels for her." Sainz teased and walked away from them, leaving the couple alone.

Leclerc grabbed the girl by the hip and pulled her towards him, placing a soft kiss on her red lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Y/N asked, winking at the boy.

"Hmm, tempting..." For the first time that night, Charles made the risky move of placing his free hand over the girl's ass. "What did you have in mind, bébé?"

Y/N started her night dressed for revenge not knowing that she would end up with her body burning for the Monegasque, but maybe Charles Leclerc was just the antidote she needed in her life as she tried to get back to her past self.

"What about some undressing?"

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

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[auroranotsogreat]

Hii, so i saw your reply and i wanted to thank you for it!

I just wanted to request a Jacob Seed x Male reader, where the reader is very snarky and flirty, making constant jokes and calling Jacob by pet names for fun and getting Jacob very pissed off, but soon Jacob's kinda falls heads for the reader and ghosts him for a while (kinda in denial of his feelings) but he confesses after being confronted.

(sorry if it's a long and too much detailed request)

AN: ooohhhh I love detailed asks like this, and I am so sorry for the delay, I was busy with school and master's. I probably miss the part you said ghosting while I was writing, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Graphic language, mentions of physical act of love.

Jacob’s POV

“Bastard. I knew he would be the worst nightmare of me when I first saw him. He doesn’t seem the guys I’ve known from here. He is nothing like the ones I’ve met when I was in the army. Hell, I like him as a prey, but he makes me look like one. He is not good for my ego.

And what is with the nicknames? Do I look like a three-year-old kid? Who calls a fucking man like me a “pup”? One day will come and I will show him what this pup can do to him. He should be away from me; a decent minded person would do.

Today I am on the hunt with my judges. All alone, as it should be. Sometimes I don’t understand the way Joseph’s and John’s minds work. Joseph is so busy with God, he is so reserved than ever. And John… John is getting violent. Yeah, I am the one saying that but, unnecessary violence brings unnecessary eyes onto our little group. I wouldn’t want that. 

Oh no. I see him. The one calling me names that I am far from them. What is he doing?”

Y/N’s POV

Such a lovely day for hunting! I can see the sun getting warmer today, and it’s a great time to sunbathe! I’ve never thought I liked this place, but after a couple of months, and a huge distraction aka Jacob, this place is amazing!

I understand why people afraid of him. He is big and bold, and he is unpredictable. My ass! He can’t even get his feelings for me! One time he is hot and bothered, another time he is so uninterested. Like come on Jacob, be a man!

I grab my gun and point to the poor rabbit. “I am sorry little one” I say to myself, knowing that it can’t hear me, but it’s my apologize. Either me or it, and I will always choose myself over a rabbit. Desperate times.

Before I make a move though, the little one sense something else and runs away. “Shit” I hiss. I eye at the opposite way the rabbit runs away, and I see a judge laying down on the grass.

“I know you’re here somewhere pup!” I call. I know Jacob is here. I never see this judge without him. They are like a team. “Why don’t we kiss and make up?” I chuckle to myself a little. No way he would do it, but it’s damn time he accepts his feelings for me. “I knew you missed me! Come out and hug me boy!”

“Will you just shut up for a second, you dumbass?!” ah! There he is! His calloused skin is barely visible from the place where I stand, but I am willing to take what I can have. His face looks bored, but more like tired. He seems like he wants me to find him for so long, then when I couldn’t he lets himself to be seen.

“Oh I see. You get the habit of calling names huh, but you should try more endearing ones. Like my handsome stud? Or uhm, my knight in shining armor?” he makes a wry face on my comments, and I hit my head back and laugh, loudly.

“knight in shining armor you say.” He teases me. “I don’t see any knight in you kiddo, let alone an armor.”

“Oh yeah, what do you see then, tiger?” 

“You can’t just let go, can you?” he exhaled. “I don’t know you. I don’t even like you. What is it with the names? Don’t try to give me pet names, kiddo. You should be afraid of me. You should be running away by now. Why are you keeping this charade?” he looks so exhausted my heart aches for him the split second he shows his emotions. I know I can be persuasive, but can’t he really see I am actually good for him?

“This is not charade, Jacob.” I get tensed. “If you were half of the man I thought you really were, you would’ve owned the things you feel to me. I am more man than you will ever be.” I approach for just one step. “Why can’t you own it? Own me? What is that keeping you from me?”

He take a step forward, we are basically mouth to mouth now. And he is yelling to my mouth. I feel his angry breath on my lips, and I hardly fight the urge to kiss him right here, right now. He needs to accept me first. I won’t kiss and tell. “You don’t know anything about me kid. How old are you? I am 44 for god’s sake. I’ve known more than you’ll ever know. Whatever it is you’re talking, it’s just your imagination. Nothing comes from me.”

“Alright, big guy. Then why are you staring at my lips when you talk to me like that? Do you like what you see?” oh I am not giving up. I can’t pretend that his words don’t hurt me, but I know he is just building walls around himself, he wants to protect himself. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable.

“I wasn’t.” he’s taken aback from what I say. He doesn’t realize that I watch his every move, just like he does to me whenever he sees me. 

“right. You know what, big guy? As much as I love playing games with you, I am fed up. I am sick of you touching, owning other men and women, who are willing to be you. Even if just for one night. Why not me then? What is it you don’t want me with you, even for just one night?”

His eyes darken. “One night? That’s all?” 

“Not at all.” I tear my gaze from him. 

“See, kid? That’s the problem. I can’t give you what you want. You want hearts and cuddles, maybe a constant fuck to own your ass until you’re sore.”

“I can put my dick inside you if that’s what you like.” My lips twitch, but he doesn’t laugh at the joke.

“Is everything a fucking joke to you?!” he grasps my arms so tight I can feel the blood flow stops. “I am trying to explain why I would be a fucking mess if I let you in, and you joke? You are the worst distraction I’ve ever known, and you joke? I can’t stop thinking about you even when I have someone to warm my bed, I never stop thinking about you even when I fuck their brains out! How I wish to see you squirm under me when thrust inside you?! And you – fucking – joke?!” he is shaking me. I’ve never felt unsafe around him, but this Jacob I’m meeting now, is scary. But also, very sexy.

“Fuck this.” I lift my hand and grab his neck, pulling his mouth into mine. I tease his lips with my tongue, and he let me travel inside his mouth. The way he kisses me, wild, raw and so rude. So Jacob. I can smell his scent. Dirt, pine tree and dog with his own sweat. It feels so raw. He deepens the kiss, but before we both aware, I pull myself back.

“You’re saying?” I tease again and start to go back from him, but he pulls me back in front of him. 

“Shut your sweet mouth” he whispers, and he begins to kiss me again. This time his kisses are more tender, slower. I could feel his hard on, and it turns me on even more. I wanted this guy for so long. I want this guy still. It hurts so good. 

After some time, he breaks the kiss and just looks at me in awe. The moment I understand. No matter what he says, he also wants me as much as I want him.

“This changes everything, you know that?” I asked. 

“I know.” He says, touching his nose to mine.

“Can I sleep in your bed then?”

“Yes.”

“Can I call you pup?”

He sighs. “Only when we are alone.”

“When you are with your soldiers?” I smirk.

“Don’t push your luck.”

[pretend-writer]

Teenagers: Part 2 (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, partying/clubbing, mention of sex

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'So where are these so-called friends that you have, Y/N?' Five asked impatiently, bothering me for the last five minutes.

'Shut up, they're coming. We just got here like two minutes ago.'

Allison smiled, 'Someone is eager to go in.'

Five glared at her, shaking his head. 'Ha, you're funny. I'm just tired of wai-'

'They're here!' I waved at my friends and ran to them, hugging them and greeting them. Getting the wristbands that they've promised me, I got back to my family and gave them one of each.

'How's Five going to get in?' Luther asked, but by the time we looked over at our not so younger brother, he was gone.

Assuming Five just zapped himself into the club, we lined up and got ourselves into the building.

Smiles formed on everyone's face, making me smile even more. I was happy that everyone was excited, my siblings deserved happiness and more.

Klaus clapped, 'I'm starting to sober up and that's a big fat no. Drinks on me, who wants some?'

Ben and Klaus went to the back towards the bar, buying everyone rounds of drinks to bring back. While the rest of us stayed, still no sign of Five, I looked at them and smiled.

'What's with the goofy smile?' Diego asked, I rolled my eyes and hit him. 'What? You're really happy tonight.'

'Of course I am, dummy. I'm out with you guys, what's not to be smiling about?' I pulled on his arm, 'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.'

'Ha, I'm not dancing. Take others with you instead.'

'Luther is busy with those girls that's surrounding him, Allison and Vanya has been gone and you're the only one looking like a lost, sad puppy.'

'You don't think Luther needs our help?'

I looked over at him and laughed, 'He seems like he's enjoying the attention he's getting from them. He'll be alright. Now let's go.'

Diego rolled his eyes, 'I'll just watch.'

'Don't be a butt, come on.' I pulled on him again, this time he walked with me as he groaned.

We walked down to the dance floor, shoving ourselves through the sweaty crowd as we found Allison, Vanya and Five squeezed together.

'Exactly why is this fun?' Five said as he was sandwiched between two giant guys that were jumping up and down.

Allison turned around, dancing to the music the DJ was playing. 'Get drunk, dance your stress away. We're out the freaking house, Five.'

'Huh?' Five shouted, not being able to hear what Allison had said to him. She ignored him and continued to dance as she grabbed Vanya's hands.

I started to dance with my sisters, singing along and jumping up and down. Diego and Five just stood awkwardly, watching us drunk girls dancing.

'Excuse me, sorry. Ah, my fault.' Ben screamed from behind as he came with three drinks in his hand, followed by Klaus who was sipping from one of the cups.

Klaus handed us our drinks, 'Damn. It took us forever to look for you guys. I saw Luther's big ass but he's with those girls.'

'Our boy is busy.' I grinned as I pulled the straw into my mouth, sipping on my drink to get myself more drunk.

Five started groaning, I looked to see two girls talking to him and wondering how he ended up here. 'Aw, little kid are you lost? Poor thing.'

'No, I'm with them.' He replied angrily, arms crossed as he scooted himself towards Ben.

'Ah, you brought a boy to a club? What is wrong with you guys!' The girl said, given how bad it looked I never consider how it'll look from other perspective.

'Wait, no. It's- let me explain!' Ben stumbled with words, stuttering as he tried to reason with them. 'He- he's just a really really late bloomer. We're all actually in our 20s okay.'

'I'm just stuck in this body as an adult. Don't lie to them!' Five tried to defend himself, although it wouldn't really help with the confusing situation.

Klaus frowned and leaned towards the girls. 'Yeah, he's in denial. Very sensitive subject that we like to avoid.'

The girls nodded, awed as they were sympathize of our "situation" that we'd explained to them. 'So sorry, you guys have fun.'

'I hate you guys.' Five mumbled, snatching the cup from Allison's hand and drinking from it.

'Hey, I wasn't fini-'

'Y/N, this is the best night ever!' Luther came into the dance floor, cheerful as ever. 'Thank you for bringing me here because this is amazing.'

Diego chuckled, 'Of course. You were practically having a foursome with those girls over there.'

'You're just jealous.' Luther stuck his tongue out like a seven year old boy. Klaus, Ben and I laughed hysterically; it was even funnier because we were drunk, and Luther, our "daddy's boy" brother was enjoying sneaking out of the mansion.

'One of my friends are single, if you want me to set you-'

'Y/N, drop it.' Diego turned away, 'I need to take a leak. You guys better stay here.'

As Diego walked away with Five to the bathroom, we continued to dance and drink. Vanya was giggling, swaying back and forth as Ben and Allison had a dance-off seeing who can bring out the best moves. Klaus and I were downing the rest of our drinks, practically singing our face off as the DJ played such good music.

'Ah, we need more drin-' Klaus paused mid-sentence, looking back and forth between me and the stage. 'So you are whoring around, you whore.'

'Don't know what you're talking about.' I denied, not understand how Klaus came to this conclusion. 'I don't get it.'

He hit me on my side, 'Don't play dumb with me! I see you and that DJ eye humping each other.'

He wasn't making things up when he had said that; I did have my eyes on the DJ. 'We are not eye humping each other. He doesn't even know me.'

'Well, he knows you now because he's staring at you and I swear your clothes will burn off soon because he won't stop.' Ben chuckled, guessing that he noticed it as well.

'You're crazy.' I didn't think he noticed me at all, I mean he was the DJ. He was overlooking everyone on the dance floor, it'd be dumb to assume he had his eyes on me.

Allison joined in on the conversation, 'I noticed that too! I thought you guys fucked before or something.'

'No! What do you guys think I am?'

'A girl with needs.' Klaus smiled.

'Just because I sneak out does not mean I'm going around sleeping with random people.'

Vanya laughed, 'Okay well, you can with him. There he goes, looking at you. Don't look.'

'You guys lost your minds.'

'Says the girl that sneaks behind dad and her siblings.' Luther joked.

'Okay, Luther don't get me started with you and those girls.'

Luther grunted, 'Ugh. I-'

'Hey, big fella over there.' The DJ got on the mic as he pointed at Luther. 'Why don't you come on the stage, get the crowd going!'

'Go, go!' Ben and Klaus shoved Luther towards the stage, even with him being hesitant and shy. 'Go show what the Hargreeves are all about!'

'I-I can't!' Luther hesitated, planted on the floor even when all of us tried to encourage him to go up there.

The DJ smiled at Luther, then looked at me. 'Dude, bring your friends up here too. We're going to turn this dance floor around for a bit.'

'Come on, he's calling for you!' Allison cheered as she pulled me and Klaus' hand, running up the stage.

Luther, Ben and Vanya trailed from behind, standing next to us while we danced to the DJ's new song he was playing.

Pulling Luther towards me, I gave him the last few sips I had in my cup before I threw it away. 'Here, you are probably starting to sober up. You need more.'

'Ah, Y/N. What makes you think I'm not drunk right now?'

'Because I remember when you were the night-'

'Okay, okay. You and Klaus never let that night go.'

The DJ leaned in as he kept playing music, 'Hey. If you and your boyfriend want more drinks, it's on the house.'

'Ha, she's not my girlfriend.' Luther chuckled.

'Ah, I stand corrected.' The DJ then turned to me and smiled sweetly. 'Would you mind if I buy you a drink?'

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or him, but I felt my cheeks getting warmer as the cute guy spoke to me. 'No, I wouldn't mind.'

The DJ bit his lip, taking his headphones off and walking downstairs. 'Alright, I'll be right back.'

Allison tapped on my sides repeatedly as he walked away. 'You lucky! He's so cute.'

'Maybe he has a brother. I call dibs though.' Klaus stared at him, eyeing him as he went up to the bar to get some drinks.

While Allison and Vanya continued to dance on the stage, Luther was once again being surrounded by a bunch of girls from the dance floor.

'Y/N is scoring some tonight and Luther is getting all these attention again.' Klaus shrugged his shoulders, looking around. 'What in the hell did Luther do to have these girls crawling around like crazy?'

'Wait, wait. Scoring some? I barely said a word to this dude.'

'Whatever, man. I need to go back down and look for someone now.'

Ben chuckled, patting Klaus on his shoulder. 'I got your back, bro. Come on I'll be your wingman.'

As soon as Klaus heard those words come out of Ben's mouth, they both left the stage so quick I couldn't even speak to them back. Trailing them down the dance floor, I see the DJ coming back on stage with drinks in his hands.

'Here you go, I didn't know which drinks you like so I hope you like this one.' He was sweet, it could've been an act to try to talk to me but I didn't mind for one night. 'I'm Luke by the way.'

'Y/N. And this is perfect, thank you.' I gave him a flirty smile but then was interrupted when I saw something in the corner of my eye.

I looked through the crowd and saw Diego and Five, glaring at me and my siblings that were on the stage. They seemed like how Reginald would react in this situation; catching his children sneaking out at night and hanging out at a club.

Except it wasn't dad, it was my weird brothers that couldn't grasp what fun was. Watching us as if they were disappointed fathers that just saw their crazy teenager kids discovering drinking and partying for the first time.

'Oops.' It came out of my mouth naturally as I stared at Diego and Five, followed by a giggle that I couldn't help. It was funny watching them being weirdly upset with us, especially when it felt like the club was spinning round and round.

'You guys are screwed.' Five mouthed back, shaking his head as he watched us from down the dance floor.

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My eyes shot open, not knowing where I was at for a moment until I realized I was in my room. I then see Diego sitting on my bed side chair, watching me as if he was guarding me.

'Rise and shine, zombie.' Diego chuckled, seeing how crazy I looked with messed up makeup and a bed head.

'Ho-how did I get here last night.' I turned around and looked around, noticed that the cute DJ guy wasn't in my bed. 'I don't remember anything.'

Diego grinned, 'You're curious huh.'

'Where is Luke-Oh no... Did I do something stupid?' I was confused, so confused because I thought everything was going good last night. But now that I didn't remember anything after I said hi to him, I got scared. 'Oh my- Did I do something embarrassing? Fuck.'

'Well, I don't know what you define "embarrassing" but yeah. You definitely made the crowd go wild last night.' Diego started laughing, his loud voice ringing in my ear from my hangover.

Covering my ears, I shook my head. 'Diego... shh. My head hurts okay.'

'This is why I don't drink.'

I shook my head, 'Is everyone back safely?'

'Oh, don't even worry about everyone else, they're perfectly fine. It was you that we had a hard time bringing home, Y/N.'

'So can you tell me what happened?'

'Sure, after you acknowledge that I'm the best brother ever.' Diego raised his eyebrows, adjusting his positioning on the chair.

A light laugh just escaped my mouth, keeping my mouth closed so I wouldn't start burst out laughing. 'You're kidding me right? Really?'

'Yes really. I had to carry you home, tuck you into bed after you kicked and screamed, help you get up so you can throw up. I didn't even know humans were physically able to throw up so much.'

When Diego put it like that, I felt bad that he had to take care of me throughout the night. 'Okay Diego, you're the best brother in the world. Also I'm sorry you had to do all that for me.'

'Aha, no worries. That was probably the most entertaining night ever.' He laughed, 'You were fucking crazy.'

I smiled, I bet Diego really enjoyed me making a fool of myself or whatever I did last night that got him giggling nonstop. 'So are you going to tell me?'

'Hmm, nope. Thanks for the compliment though.'

'Ugh, I hate you.'

'Not according to yesterday you don't.' Diego smirked.

[suchalonelysunflower]

You Broke Me First (C.H)

Pairing: former FWB!Calum X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Based on the song “You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae. You are trying to forget about the man who broke your heart, so it’s a surprise when his name appears on your phone again.

Warnings: Angst af. Language. Mild Smut. Mentions of Alcohol and cheating. Probably one or two grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 5K

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @thebasicbitch-things ✨ I loved writing this piece, maybe because I love the song so much, so thank you for requesting it and I hope I made it justice 💕. Feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcome and appreciated it! You can read my other works HERE. Happy reading! 🦋

@thebasicbitch-things : Can you write a Calum imagine based off the song You Broke me first by Tate McRae?? Like I’m just in a weeping mood. Thank you xxx

Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself

But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else

You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down

Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now

The liquid burns your throat, but you don’t really feel it anymore. When the heat starts spreading around the rest of your body is when you know you need another one. And another one. And another one. Anything to keep him from your mind.

It’s ironic how the memory of him still lingers on, even more with every drink you drown. Well, it’s not so ironic as it is shitty. But it’s at times like this, when you’re at a random club in the middle of the night surrounded by strangers trying to create stories of their own while all you want to do is forget, that the only thing your mind can focus on is him.

A year ago:

“Babe?” You heard his voice as he exited the bathroom. Still shirtless and with his boxers on, hanging loosely “Are you okay?”

You sat down on the bed, your naked skin barely covered by the messy sheets “Mhmm” you mumbled, still zooned out in your own thoughts and worries as you saw Calum grab his shirt and jeans from the floor.

It was always the same. He would call or text, you would meet with any excuse, hang out for a while before moving to the bedroom. The same old story of friends who fuck each other, with the same old ending every night: you in your bed watching him get dressed and close the door on his way out.

“Do you really have to leave?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“I have to”

“No, you don’t have to”

“Y/N…”

You hated that condescending tone. Not only that, but you hated yourself, too. You and this whole messy situation you got yourself into. You didn’t know how bad of an idea it was to accept his proposal of friends with benefits when you already had feelings for him. But who could say no to Calum Hood? Especially with the hopes of becoming something more along the way.

At the beginning it was all you could dream of. The night seemed endless when he hold you close to him, breathing the same air as your bodies collided with each other, creating messes as you explored every inch of skin you had to offer, seeing stars explode with every right touch, hearing each other’s names like prayers coming from your parting lips. It was almost like you couldn’t get enough, almost.

“What? God, Calum, would it kill you to stay the night just once? Would it ruin your reputation of a heartthrob batchellor?”

“What has gotten into you?” He asked in confusion at your sudden outburst “You know the rules of this”

“Oh, the rules. Fuck them”

The rules were simple: Never overstaying, no exclusivity, don’t let others find out, never do anything public… but most importantly: Never fall in love. You had agree to that once, but most certainly broken almost every rule. You’ve fallen in love with him.

“Y/N…”

“It hurts, Calum” You said with glossy eyes “It hurts when you leave, and I- I can’t watch you do that anymore”

Calum’s eyes soften a bit. Debating whether or not he should stay. But after a pleading “Please” from your lips he caved in, laying down on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled, allowing yourself to drift away in dreams and hopes of him laying next to you for the rest of your lives. Little did you know that those dreams were to be crushed next morning when you find an empty bed and a note with a little ‘sorry’ scribbled on it.

That was the first nights of many where he would lay down with you. Sometimes he would stay till morning and share a cup of coffee with you at breakfast. Other times he would disappear as a ghost in the middle of the night, only leaving the marks on your body as proof of his presence. It hurted, but at least you didn’t watch him walk away. You never watched as he did.

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard

That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt

Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name

But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say

You feel your friend’s grasp on your arm as they drag you down to the dance floor. Pulling you away from your own pity party as you watch how they sway to the beat of a song you’ve never heard of, soon joining them with the alcohol in your veins rushing towards your brain and taking control of your every move. ‘Tonight is not about Calum’ you tell yourself as you let the music take you away, already feeling the effects of the one too many shots you did earlier. But some things are easier said than done.

It’s funny, how after so many months of not seeing each other you can still feel him in your skin. You memorized the way his hands wrapped around your waist and the smell of his cologne. You could still feel his breath on your neck, the burning kisses he used to leave and the whispers that got lost inside a dream. Even now that you are dancing along to an ear shattering beat, the rhythm of your heart still beats and longs for him.

You can feel yourself in the dire need of another drink, desperate to push those memories away and cleanse yourself from his touch once and for all. You don’t care how many nights it would take, how many people or how many hangovers. You are determined to get that boy out of your system, where he won’t hurt you anymore.

“Y/N!” Your friend yells over the music, gesturing towards your hand “Your phone is glowing!”

You bring your phone to your face, trying to focus on the image that’s plastered across the screen. A name pops up, a name you haven’t seen in so long.

Muttering an “Oh fuck” you press ‘decline’ over and over again, until Calum stopped calling.

Seven months ago:

It’s been two weeks since you last heard from him. It’s been two weeks since he left you alone in a fuzz. It’s been two weeks since he slammed the door and he still hasn’t called.

Maybe he was right and you fucked everything up. But you were sure of your words, you know there’s truth to them, so you stan by them. He will soon realize his mistake, he has to. He wouldn’t leave you like that, would he? He must know he hurt you, he must. The words he said… they are like tattoos on your mind, they don’t seem to fade with time. But you knew it wasn’t entirely your fault. You were as guilty as he was.

For the past two weeks you’ve been glued to your screen, hoping for his name to appear. Taping your screen randomly to see if you’ve gotten a text or a call or a dm or even a fucking email. But nothing ever came.

It wasn’t until you were scrolling down Twitter that you saw it.

It was a paparazzi photo, he was wearing a classic tee and the sweatpants you once told him were your favorite on him. His hair was longer, or at least it seemed like it, his eyes avoiding the cameras as he walked through the busy streets of LA as he normally would. The only difference is the hand that was holding his.

A lump formed in your throat as you opened the tweet to find a thread of even more pictures of him with the mysterious person, grabbing them by the waist and smiling as they came closer. The paparazzi seemed to catch every single intimate moment he was able to show in public, much more than he ever showed you when you were both out and sober, at least. But Calum seemed happy, and that hurt you the most.

A thousand questions ran through your head as you ignored the happy tweets from fans celebrating that his favorite band member finally got a significant other. How long has this been going on? Did he ever tell you about it? You never claim exclusivity, so it could’ve had happen when you were still ‘together’, meaning he choose them. He left you and chose them, replacing you and everything you didn’t get to have without even saying goodbye.

Swallowing the bitterness of the memory with a shot of tequila, you press decline once again and order another drink. What would you say to him anyway? Would you curse him? Would you kiss him? Would he even apologize or pretend that it never happened? The truth is, you don’t even want to know.

You catch some flirty eyes from across the bar, but you ignore them as you try to collect your thoughts on this whole situation, and besides, don’t need another heartbreak at the moment.

“That guy hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he came in” Said the bartender, pouring you another drink.

You lift your gaze towards ’pretty eyes’ over the bar, but he already seemed to have lost interest in you as his eyes scattered all over the room, looking for another person to spend his time with.

“Doesn’t seem like it” You nod toward the other end of the bar.

“What? No, not him. Him!”

They point behind you and you turn around quickly, a pretty bad idea considering how drunk you are at the moment. But wasted or not, you would recognize those eyes anywhere.

Calum is standing in the middle of a sea of people, but his eyes are solemnly focusing on you as he raises his phone to his ear, raising his eyebrows as he hears the dial tone. Almost immediately, your phone starts ringing next to you with the all too familiar name popping out again.

Without breaking eye contact, you press decline once again, standing up quickly as you start to walk up to the nearest exit, trying to get away from him as fast as you could. ‘Tonight is not about Calum’ you told yourself earlier that night, and yet there he was, pushing his way through a drunk crowd to get towards you.

“Y/N!” You hear him call, but you are not stopping. You don’t need this confrontation right now. You don’t want to see him or talk to him. You want to forget him and everything you ever did.

Feeling like your chest is going to explode at any second, you accelerated your pace, not caring how many people you have to push to get to the door as long as he doesn’t find you. Your legs, however, had other plans as they give out due to the mix dizziness and adrenaline you were feeling, just mere meters from the exit. You curse your past self for having so many drinks as you try to get up. But, soon enough, you feel an arm rounding around your waist and pulling you to your feet.

After almost eight months you find yourself reflected in those eyes again. The same eyes that made you feel butterflies in your stomach everytime he looked your way. You couldn’t help but get drawn into them, remembering that the last time you saw them they replaced the desire with anger, shaking you to your core.

He was saying something, you were sure of it because his mouth is moving “What?!”

“I said, Why aren’t you answering your phone?!” He yelled over the music. Your drunk mind can’t decide if you want to slap him or kiss him or cry right there on the spot.

“That’s none of your business! Now please let go of me, I want to go home”

You push yourself away from his grasp “Y/N, please I need to ta-“ He interrupted himself as he watched you almost trip over your own feet again, clearly too drunk to stand straight. In a matter of seconds, he was by your side again, this time pulling your arm over his shoulders so you could lay on him “Wha- How many drinks did you have?”

“As many as I needed” You scoffed, trying to pull away, but his grip on your waist was stronger.

“For what?! Drown yourself?”

“I needed to forget you” Calum clenches his jaw, feeling like his heart was shattered into a million pieces “But that’s clearly not working, given that you are here. Would you please let me go?”

“Y/N you are too drunk to function,”

“Am not!”

“Please, let me take you home. I need to talk to you”

“Leave me alone, Calum. I don’t need you and I most definitely don’t want to talk to you”

You turn your face to him. It has been a long time since you last saw him. He has more curls now, and a little five o’clock shadow, but his yes,,, oh, his eyes. The time stops, or at least it feels like it, it was almost like the first time you saw them, magnetic and filled with something you couldn’t decipher, but now they had something different. They were hurting, pleading, almost begging you for something you didn’t quite understand at the moment, but you know you couldn’t say no to those eyes, at least not here and not in your condition.

So after making sure you could stand properly, you caved “Fine”

I know you, you're like this

When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it

And like me, I did

But I ran out of every reason

The car ride was as silent as a tomb. The sounds of the city night and the flashing of streetlights were your only source of distraction. You looked through the window, not wanting to make any eye contact with the man that broke your heart. He, however, was anxious for you to spare a glance towards him. Calum’s fingers taped the steering wheel nervously, he wanted to fill the silence with something, anything. But his words came short as he realized that you weren’t the person he knew, you were a stranger sitting in his car. The clothes you were wearing, the state of drunkenness you were in, the anger behind your eyes and words, and the fact that you couldn’t even stan him touching you… that was not the Y/N he knew.

Once you reached the house, you didn’t even wait for him to turn the car off as you practically jumped out of the seat and went to open the door. Calum quickly following you, half of him afraid that you might hurt yourself, the other half afraid that you would lock him out.

He let out a breath of relief as you let him in. Remembering the last time he was here.

Seven and a half months ago:

It was a normal afternoon for the two of you. Things were going well, Calum started to be more open towards you, spending the night, cuddling and hanging out more without the promise of sleeping together afterwards and you loved it. You were having fun as well, you would walk Duke together or cook dinner or just exist together by watching a movie or listening to his favorite songs that you “absolutely needed to hear” And today was no different as you cuddled with him watching one of Netflix’s crappy teenage movies. Things were going well, or so you thought.

You were straddling him, lips melting together as the movie was long forgotten. His hands were cupping your ass, setting a slow pace with your hips as you grinded on him. You whole body was on fire, ready to burst when his lips made their way down your neck, leaving marks that you would later trace with your fingers as you try to hide them.

“Calum,” You moaned softly as he found your sweet spot under your ear, sucking and biting it like only he knew how. Your hands flew to the back of his head, fingers lost in his hair, tugging it lightly every time he met your hips with a dry thrust.

He groaned, drunk to sounds you were making. He loved the effect he had on you, almost as much as the effect you had on him. It was addictive, dangerous. He knows he shouldn’t play with fire, but what a lovely way to burn it was.

You moaned again when you felt his teeth grazing your jaw, finding their way to your lips again. The rolling of your hips was faster, more desperate than before, the friction was almost unbearable. You needed him with a passion “C-Calum…”

“Tell me what you want, baby” He said with a raspy voice, breathing onto your neck “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”

You shuddered at his words, getting dizzy with his touch, his soft groans and his eyes filled with lust, looking straight into your soul, burning like the sun.

You grabbed his head by the sides, pulling him closer until your foreheads pressed together “You” you whispered loud enough for him to hear “I want all of you, Calum”

A couple of hours passed and you were still laying on the sofa, cuddled against the naked chest of the bassist. His fingers were caressing your sides as both of your breathings became even, coming out of your highs.

You felt infinite in his arms, safe and wanted. You wanted this to last forever, to have him only for yourself and be his everything. You craved for more intimate looks, for innocent touches while in public, you wanted to show the world how in love you were with this man that has, not only conquered your heart, but also your soul. You loved him, and you hope with your whole heart that he loves you too.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, drawing circles down your arm.

You debated on whether to tell him the truth or not. You knew Calum had always denied himself the possibility of love, stating time and again that he doesn’t really believe in it. But you’ve seen a change in him for the last few months you were together. He was more caring, more attentive, staying longer than he should and being there for you when you needed, not only for a quick fuck anymore. Maybe the chances of him loving you back were not as low as you thought.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know?” You ventured, lifting your gaze to meet his. He gave you a quizzical look, not really sure of what you were referring to “I do want all of you, Calum”

He smiled “You have me now”

“Yeah,,, but that’s not what I meant”

Taking a brave step, you pushed yourself forward and kissed him. You were done hiding the feelings you’ve been accumulating over the years, ready to let yourself go and drown on him. Only him.

Calum, however, was taken by surprise. Pulling himself from you.

“I thought we agree on not to catch feelings for each other” He said coldly. Already sitting up and looking across the room for his clothes.

You sat and watched as he got up from his spot on the couch and started to dress as fast as he could.

“Cal-“

“We agreed, Y/N. We said no string attached. Goddammit, everything was going so well, but you had to fuck it up, didn’t you?”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Shattering you completely from the inside. You tried to collect your thoughts as the tears threatened to come out, but Calum kept going.

“What the hell were you thinking? What were you expecting? Huh?”

“It’s not my fault that I love you” Your voice sounded broken, weak, and you hated that. How could he be so angry? What gave him the right when you were the one who was hurting?

“Well, it’s not mine either! Is it?” Calum said with exasperation, putting on his shirt.

“I thought-“

“What? That I loved you? Y/N, I don’t love anyone! You knew that when we started this!”

“And what am I to you then?!” You matched his tone of voice, tears were already spilling down your face but you didn’t care. You were fuming “What am I, Calum? A friend? A good fuck? Huh? Was I just a toy that you could play with every time you felt needy? Have you ever thought of me as something more?”

Calum’s stare was cold as ice. He was standing in the middle of the living room, clenching his fists to either side of his body until his knuckles became white. You, on the other hand, were sitting on the couch, crying. But your eyes burned with anger as you saw how carelessly he was invalidating your feelings, throwing everything away just because he couldn’t admit his own. A silent war was being fought between the two of you, both of you so scared but with nothing left to lose.

It seemed like ages had passed before Calum spoke again, grabbing his jacket and heading towards the door.

“Was there ever something more?”

You kept staring at the nothing he left behind, the last thing you heard was the slamming of your front door, leaving you alone and completely heartbroken.

Calum followed you into the kitchen, completely avoiding the living room where he last saw you, where he left you. He felt weirdly unwelcomed as you poured yourself a glass of water without even offering one to him, maybe he was.

You drink your water slowly, thinking that that will give you time to think on what to say to him. Maybe he would start talking soon, but the only thing he does is stare at you from the other side of the kitchen island. “How did you know where I was?” You asked.

“Your friend’s stories. You may have blocked me from yours, but they haven’t”

Then, silence came over you again. It was almost like he was waiting for you to say something, just like you always did. You played this game before, you are not going to cave. You are not going to give him the satisfaction of controlling the situation here.

“I need to talk to you” He finally said, letting his shoulders relax for a bit.

“You keep saying that. But you sure haven’t done a lot of talking”

The tension in the room was so thick that it could easily be cut by a knife. You always wondered what you would say to him, what would you feel the next time you saw him and, right now, you felt like there was nothing more to say. He had no right appearing into your life again, not when you were picking yourself together after he shattered you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry”

“For what, exactly?” The venom in your voice was palpable, Calum knew this was not going to be easy for him “For leaving me here alone and then got yourself another person to play the ‘couple’ part? For practically calling me a whore? Or for giving me shit because of what I felt for you, knowing damn well you felt the same?”

You tilted your head, waiting for his answer, but it seems you left him speechless. Good.

Calum ran his hand through his curls, staring at the floor then back at you “I fucked up”

“That much is true”

“I’m serious, Y/N” He started walking towards you “I’m sorry for everything, you are right. You always are. I just- I didn’t know what to do! I panicked and-“

“And that’s your excuse of why you ran away instead of facing the problem?”

“I was scared! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” Calum raised his voice. He was now standing a couple of feet in front of you, so close and yet so far away from you “Y/N, I was so fucking scared. You know that I’ve never had a committed relationship before, that I never let things get too far but with you.. God, I never felt the same with anyone like that before not after you. And then you said all of those things and I- Hearing you say that you love me was too much, I couldn’t process it and instead of saying something coherent I just lashed out on you and you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry”

Calum took a step forward, softly grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He took your silence as his cue to continue.

“You were always there for me, every time I needed you were there. No questions asked, no judging, not waiting for something in return. Always making me laugh, supporting me and letting me take a break from the messy life I have. You were the best thing in my life and I took you for granted. I hate that it has taken me this long to realize that, but I just miss you, Y/N. I miss us, so much that you can’t imagine how much it hurts. I need you with me, please let’s just go back to where we started. Or we can start over, whatever you want! But, please, baby, please don’t leave me”

And just before you know it, Calum cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your face closer to him, crashing his lips into yours. You responded almost immediately by parting your lips and granting him more access, getting completely lost inside the kiss.

For a moment it felt like the old times, he tastes just like you remember and his touch stills makes your skin erupt with goosebumps. For years you’ve been waiting for this, for him to feel the same about you and love you without any fears or doubts, claiming that he was yours and you were his. You wanted this for so long… but why does it feel so bad?

Gathering all the courage you could manage, you push Calum away from you.

“S-stop!” You said, trembling “Stop, this isn’t right”

He gave you a confused look as he took a step back “Y/N-“

“What about your partner? Calum, did you at least break up with them before you came to find me?” The way he looked at the floor gave you all the answers you needed. You raised your hand to your forehead, suppressing the urge to cry or laugh at his antics “Oh my God”

“I was going to! I swear I just-“ He failed to find an excuse “Things were doing awful between us lately, Y/N. You have to understand, I-“

“What?!” You spat “that you had to make sure I was on board with all of this?! I am not a consolation prize, Calum. I am not a second choice!”

“Baby, I know. I-“

“Don’t call me that!”

Calum took another step back, he has never seen you so angry before.

“How dare you? How. Dare. You, Calum. Coming here after eight months! saying all that shit about how much I mean to you when it’s just bullshit”

“Y/N, it’s not-“

“I’m not fucking finish” You say raising a hand to silence him “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? I don’t get a single text or call or fucking smoke signal from you for eight months, knowing how I felt about you, and now suddenly you're asking for it back? Saying that you miss all that we had? We had nothing, Calum. We were nothing more than just a fuck around, you said it yourself, didn’t you? There was no ‘us’ for you to miss. You made damn sure of that. You don’t miss me, not really. You miss how I made you feel. How easy it was for me to be there for you every time you called, well, I’m tired of fixing all your problems, I ran out of every reason to do it.

And I was so stupid, you know? For believing just for a second that this could actually mean something when it never meant something to you in the first place! Did you even think about how I would feel about all of this? Of course not! Why would you? After all, I’m just Y/N! The one who always gets stepped on, why should my feelings matter? If I’m always going to be there for you and everything you ask for. Well, fuck that!”

“Y/N..” Calum tried to intervene, but you couldn’t hear him.

“You want to know what I did after you left? I cried myself to sleep for weeks, reliving every moment we had, every word you said just before you left. Waiting by the phone for hours just to see if you’d call. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I was the living incarnation of death because I realized I lived just for you. Well, not anymore. You said you were hurting, you have no idea what I went through so, I’m sorry, but I don't really care how bad it hurts. I’m done. We are done”

You walk by him and towards the front door, opening it as an invitation for him to leave. Calum, however, remained standing in your kitchen, staring at you with glossy eyes.

“Baby, please don’t do this” He said with a trembling voice “I don’t know what to do without you I’m- I’m broken”

You were still standing by the door. Unmoving and without an inch of sympathy for the man crying in front of you.

“You broke me first, Calum. But I’m all glued back together now, and I did it by myself. Hope one day you could learn to do that too”

And, for the first time in months, you saw him leave.

[widowsofchaos]

Pretty please do #51 with Steve Rogers.

Sweet Dreams

summary: the Captain has only eyes for you.

pairing: darkish!Steve Rogers x black!reader

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk reader, dark yet soft yandere Steve, somnophilia, vaginal intercourse. dub non-con. Requested prompt 51: “Are you trying to seduce me? Depends. Are you seducible?”

a/n: Finally writing for my fav Captain. <3 requested from this prompt list. shoutout to @punani for helping with the “isn’t this your dream, princess” line for the smut. Thanks so much, boo. <3 xoxo T

do not repost my works!

“You’re doing it again, pal.”

A gruff chuckle could be heard behind Steve - earning a grumble under his breath. The greenery that swirled in his oceanic orbs blackened, and dilated into inky madness; his thick brows peering over his muscular shoulder.

Staring, gawking -- admiring.

“I’m not doing anything, jerk.”

“Punk, please–” an airy snicker, “I know you like the back of my metal hand.” Another snicker, “Even after over seventy years, and you still can’t talk to a dame.” Bucky took a quick gulp of Asgardian ale, his upper lip sneering in satisfaction.

Fueling his mischief.

“Shut it, jerk.” A forced chuckle slipped from Steve’s pink lips, finally facing his long-time companion, grumbling at his best friend’s smug grin. Clicking his jaw tightly, not willing to admit it.

No one can read Steve like an open book like Bucky can.

No one ever.

Brotherly adoration manifested in sibling bickering, always prodding and pushing each other’s buttons.

“Go talk to her.” Bucky’s stormy baby blues searching for a familiar Nubian beauty among the obnoxious faceless crowd that’s festering within the extravagant Stark party.

In his view, he found you sitting on the couch next to Sam, adorable tipsy giggles escaping you. Friendly coziness, you were resting your head on Sam’s shoulder. Now aware why his best friend is fuming at the ears.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” A huff of breath escaped through Steve’s flared nostrils. Denial beating against his fractured mind like a Cherokee drum.

A smirk grew slowly on Bucky’s chiseled bearded jaw, he tsked, his eyes focusing back on Steve’s face, “Alright. Good to know.” Bucky deadpanned — with a touch of a tease, deliberately taking small sips, never wavering his eyes from Steve.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I’ve been meaning to ask Y/n out anyways...” Steve snarled at Bucky. Bucky leaned over, wagging a finger in Steve’s face.

“I’m gonna dunk my dick in her–”, grinning placidly. “Jerk!” Steve roared in a raspy hush at Bucky, punching his metal arm repeatedly, rearing metal meeting Steve’s swinging knuckles.

Tears were forming in Bucky’s eyes as he belly-laughed, doubling-over in his stool— Bucky’s snorts was gaining other party goers’ attention.

Steve’s entire face was reddened – resembling a cartoonish bull fuming — quickly realizing that confused, and amused eyes were zeroed on the super soldier duo.

Nervously his dilated eyes scan over multiple faces, incoherent apologies slip from his lips, only to stumble upon you chuckling, giggles fumbling over your manicured fingertips muffled your lips.

Steve quickly tore his gaze away, his forearms crossed on the marble counter. Sulking and hiding himself against his arms; like an angry toddler.

Muffled embarrassment could be heard within Steve’s arms, his choppy groans and breaths fogging the transparent counter glass, an amused guffaw hissed through Bucky’s teeth.

Patting Steve’s sculpted shoulder blade, “Twah. Don’t worry about me, Stevie. Because tweety over there would probably beat me to the punch. Have you seen the way he gawks at her?” A sing-song jab.

Push. Shove. Goating Steve to grow a pear, hit a nerve for him to finally snap. Knowing full aware that Steve deserves an ounce of happiness – two men forced out of their time, lost possible futures due to out-of-control occurrences, but now?

Why not try to make a new future finally by their own hands? Take what they want. Bucky and Steve deserve it after everything they knew was ripped from them.

Steve’s blonde-head short up, “Don’t say that!” A raspy bark, but no bite — not for Bucky at least. A wolf ready to chomp a particular bird’s head off.

“Then ask her out!” Bucky jabbed his finger in Steve’s chest. “I’m tired of you moping around, staring at her like a sick puppy.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“All that pining -- just get your dick wet already, Stevie.” A harsh cough caved through Steve’s throat.

“Jesus -- what’s with you tonight?” He grinned at a howling Bucky, a swell of relief but mild humiliation bubbling at the pit of his stomach.

Right before his eyes is a vision from the past, this is the closest Steve has witnessed Bucky to three sheets to the wind in a long time -- a cocky sailor-mouthed Casanova slurring flirty innuendos in a dame’s ear, promising necking behind the church, and a call back that will never occur.

Or the curious sixteen year old, who snuck miniature polaroids of stag porn; claiming it’s from his father’s stash -- gawking chuckles, and bashful gasps stifled in the silent night -- two curious boys beyond their years.

It’s refreshing. Bucky, the one last link to Steve’s past that reminds him of home. Bucky is his home -- but now, there is a beautiful being--not more than five feet away from him--who he yearns to create a garden within her heart and soul; you.

A grin slowly faltering to a genuine solemn smile, “You deserve it, Steve. You deserve her.” There he is. An emotional chameleon, faux cheeky ego veneering battle scars, years thick of abuse, and loneliness -- a molded machine guising a little boy. A flicker of vulnerability sheens in Bucky’s eyes, tittering hope of an old soul.

Steve opened his mouth to succumb to his natural instinct of denial, but Bucky cut him off, “Stop it.” A soft demand, gesturing his hand for Steve to shut it.

“How long are we going to suffer?” a swallow, “Reminiscing on what could’ve been. Imaging years after the war, getting married with kids. The all-American suburban dream.” He was getting misty-eyed.

“A pipe dream -- I’ve finally come to realize that it was never intended for us.” Bucky croaked, laughing it off as he downed more mead.

Steve sniffled, projectile vomit churning -- those aren’t his dreams anymore -- at least, not for a lost era. Those late-night thoughts ending with day-dreams buried in a tear-soaked pillow.

“I used to think if I dated Sharon -- I could regain a piece of Peggy back. Fulfill that hole in my heart.” Remorse, and disgust gurgling inside himself, “But -- I know that wasn’t right -- for either of us.” He stammered, his index finger tracing the rim of his glass.

“Peggy wasn’t the one for me. I just got attached to the first woman who saw me as myself -- she saw beyond the swarny loser.” Steve snorted, his throat constricting.

“You were never a loser.” Bucky spoke tenderly, “A loser wouldn’t have accomplished all that you did.” Bucky gripped Steve’s shoulder, a squeeze of reassurance.

He mumbled a thanks Buck with a curt smile. Steve hung his head a bit, gulping the last drops of his beverage.

Attached. What a silly word to describe the Captain’s past affection for Peggy Carter. He looks back to a time where he would’ve gotten on knee for her, and proposed.

Propose the promise of a better life together, with a bunch of rugrats running around, and saving the world.

Now? It’s a memory. The past. He’s learned to let go, accept his life for what it is -- despite having no choice in the manner. A man out of his time, adapting to the 21st century -- with its entertainments, trends, fashion, and evolved society.

Don’t even get Bucky, and himself started on food. Both men have engorged themselves on cusicines, vowing to never eat plain boiled meals again.

Steve’s genuinely thrilled that times have changed with more liberation for marginalized groups -- people being treated as humans, and exercising their rights.

But if anyone asked Steve Rogers what was the first thing he enjoyed since he got out of the ice? He would say you. Without a doubt, you have brought a light in his life -- a light he has been searching his whole life.

Your strength, poise stature, your sweet voice -- always following his orders on the battlefield, but stood your ground, a perfect dance of partners.

Your beauty is unmatched, classy, but never a prude. Sexy, intelligent -- he can go on, and on.

Steve leered over his shoulder again, his eyes focusing on you. Your head was still perched on Sam’s shoulder, Steve huffed.

How he desperately itches to snatch you off of Sam, and just cradle you all night. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “Hey Buck, I’m gonna take off.” Steve stood up, stretching his muscles, “Awh already, old man?” Bucky teases, snickering. “Goodnight, jerk.” Steve laughed, lightly punching Bucky’s shoulder.

Steve began trekking towards the elevator, passing by buzzed individuals. “Stevie.” A familiar seren voice beckoned him, followed by pitter patter. He turned a little too fast, but he didn’t care. It was you.

“Steve!” a slurred glee shrieked out of you, arms extended out to engulf the sculpted Herculan -- ensnaring him tightly around his neck, curious fingers twirling his combed angel-hair, his ears were forming red. A shiver crawled down his spine -- your touch is intoxicating. Your scent -- mouth-watering.

Quickly stilling your swaying, rubbing your face against his broad chest, “How are you?” your words muffled against the tight fabric, “I missed you.” A surprised huff left Steve, searching for Bucky, only to see his friend wiggle his eyebrows suggestively from the distance.

Ever so the gentleman, he didn’t dare lower his hands to a tantalizing region, locking his grip on your waist, “I’m okay, doll.” He chuckled, “How are you?” Sweetly shifting your body against him by the guide of one forearm on the nape of your back -- petting your curled dome, and swiping wild curls from your doe-eyes.

You hummed, squinty hooded-lids, a blissed placid smile, it's a bit goofy -- adorable nonetheless.

“S’good, Stevie.” Your head bobbled a bit, stifled giggles biting your lip. You lazily titled your head towards the elevator, then sloppily turned back to Steve.

“Where ya’ going, Stevie?” You pouted, and Steve just wanted to trace your bottom lip -- dig his thumb between your lips.

“I’m just gonna head to bed.” Steve’s babifyed his tone, “Sleepy too.” You murmured. Steve internally awed, as your head leaned back on his chest.

“C’mon, doll. Let me help you get to bed.” Steve chuckled. “Oh, how about I put you to bed, Cap--tin?” You slurred, stretching his formal title with a pause -- your eyes fluttered for a second, lazily jabbing his bicep with your finger.

Steve’s ears were dusted pink, shocked at your flirty attitude, catching onto your teasing manner. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Steve’s brazen confidence soared for a momentary lapse. A bit disappointed that most likely, you won’t recall any recollection of tonight’s event.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You cheekily lightly smacked your lips, with a pout. Steve desperately wants to kiss that pout forever. But he restrained himself.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” He smiled sweetly. Steve lifted you more upward, guiding your feet so you won’t fall on your face.

Walking into the elevator Steve pressed your numbered button, his eyes caught Bucky, who wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing hushed words just for Steve’s advanced hearing, “That’s my boy.” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.

-

During the journey in the elevator, you fell out like a light. Steve carefully hoisted your limp body in bridal style. Steve gazed at you happily, the slope of your nose, your spidery lashes, ruffled curls -- how your breasts heaved under your purple sun-dress.

The ding of the elevator alerting Steve that you both are on your floor, interrupting Steve’s haze, he grumbled a bit but he began walking out towards your room.

Steve gracefully walked to your room, not even paying attention to his steps, focusing on your peaceful sleepy face. The path to your room is already memorized.

“FRIDAY, open Y/n’s door.” Steve pecked a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Of course, Captain Rogers.” The lock of your bedroom clicked open. Steve made himself home, a natural occurrence of him.

Strides towards your bed, gingerly placing you on the bed. Steve gulped, his fists straining at his side; his eyes stared up at the ceiling, counting to five.

Reprimanding himself; reminding himself that he should leave you be. Just like the times before.

But one look at you, and he’s a goner. He has to just touch you — oh God, please.

Shaky palms reach for the hem of your dress, grazing your skin as he perched the fabric upward. Savoring the smoothness against his fingertips.

Toned curves and planes of soft-scented, smooth sepia flesh; his heartbeat drumming out in a rapid rhythm, serene sleepy smile rests on your face. Pouty heart-shaped lips -- Steve’s cock twitch at the mere idea of slipping his veiny dick in your warm mouth, your slurping tongue gagging on his swollen balls.

But not yet. The scenery isn’t fitting -- next time.

Gingerly kneeling on your carpeted floor, Steve delicately seized one of your ankles, pinched tips toying with the leather straps; leisurely unclipping the sandals, he licked his bottom lip.

A wolf playing with its food, favoring the image of an anxious boy unwrapping his prize.

As his nimble fingers unlatched the straps off, steadily he tugged the sandal off, silently placing the shoe on the floor -- he repeated the exact action with the other foot.

Steve internally awed at your dainty feet, a small whine restrained by a tight-lip smirk. Hiking his clutch on your ankle, peppering modest kisses on the tips of your toes.

He couldn’t help but to worship you.

Hosting himself upward, tenderly repositioning your leg against the mattress.

Limbs spread eagle, your forearms perched above your dome like a mid-froze ballerina, the hem of your dress hiked up -- bundled, and wrinkled -- to your navel, exposing your lace thong.

A shuddering groan crawled up his throat,swallowing thickly, calloused fingers skate past the terrain of ankles to legs -- thumbs rubbing, savoring -- to waist, kneading slightly but only to flinch away.

Scared to break you, as if he’s too broken to handle your beauty properly. Steve grew the confidence within him, and quietly began removing your dress off your body.

His fingers sneak underneath the cotton dress, slipping it up towards your chin; clutching one arm to maneuver the short-end sleeve off.

A small groan vibrated in your throat, but you remained in a drunk slumber. Steve’s breath hitched, fearful for you to awaken with him hovering over you. To scare you off -- he just wants a taste.

To feel what’s his.

Presented before Steve was your bare essence; and he just wants to fall to your feet. All his sketches of your sleeping form doesn’t do justice, being able to view the entire masterpiece beyond hidden sketches.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” He murmured, his lips foraging your chavlices.

You sleepily mumbled, a lazy smile curling just a bit. A lingering kiss on your hairline, Steve lowly hummed happily. Your bare breasts heave with your calm breathing, Steve littered your sheen skin with small kisses, a few kitten licks on your nipples -- the tip of his tongue swirling on the erected nubs.

Little whimpers, and moans swelled Steve’s cock. “My sweet little doll is so responsive … so sensitive.” Steve cooed. With much silent vigor, Steve unbuckled his pants, fumbling the fabric below his ass; just enough space to release his weeping cock.

His fingers hook your flimsy lace, tugging it by the side -- salivating at the mouth at your glistening mound. His thick fingers wrap around his cock, love taps by his swollen tip against your clit. You softly mewled in your sleep, a cute whine. Involuntarily your hips shifted, your body yearning for contact.

Steve tsked playfully at your impatience, “Even in your sleep, you need me.” Steadily Steve inserted himself inside your soft velvety walls, biting down on his lip to prevent a lew groan. He shivered internally, you feel heavenly.

Steve languidly thrusts, his fists crumpling your sheets underneath you. Slowly leaning half of his weight onto you, his light pants fanning on your face. Steve indents his elbow that was sunk just a bit in the mattress, trapping your head between himself.

“Isn’t this your dream, princess? Isn’t this what you’ve desperately wanted all this time?” Steve whispered in your ears, “Flirting with your Captain, naughty girl.” His fingers caressing your arms, soothing you back to a fluid state of sleep, a small loose smile adorning your face.

Licks his teeth, as he gently pushes his girth inside of you. Mumbled whines alert him, he shushes you, pecking little kisses on your cheeks while maintaining an agile insertion. Trembling slightly at the heavenly touch that is you, Steve hissed under his breath.

He preens as he finally is at a full brim. His pelvis against your vee, fully satiated between your thighs.

His heart pounding, snapping his hips slightly, your body jolts a bit underneath him. Steve’s chest tightens, as he pounds into you, the squelching wetness coating his cock.

His limbs twitches, struggling not to groan, or growl in pleasure. Steve’s head glides down to meet your heaving breasts, suckling onto the nipple.

Blinded by lust, he suckles, imagining it’s full of milk, a muffled grunt leaves him as he pictures you swollen with his child -- another on your hip. He rolls his hips, losing his control as the mellow pacing turns faster, more needy.

One day — one day, there will be a ring on your finger; and a litter of your own together. The Rogers — Mrs. Y/n Rogers; oh this is just beginning.

Eyes screwed shut, he keens to feel your rapid breathing spike, tremors shudder throughout your body. His golden hair is sweat slick against his forehead, a little pop from as he detaches himself.

Flickering the tip of his tongue against the nipple. Steve changes the angle of his cock, you jerk in your stupor, high-arch keen off the bed.

“That’s the sweet spot.” He hummed to himself. His voice scraped in a hush, “I can feel you tightening on me, doll.” It’s like a vice on his cock, blurry visions you dream -- his veiny cock pounding into you with no mercy.

“Steve …” You murmur, Steve leans more into you, a goofy grin of joy stretches on his face. “My sweet doll is dreaming of me. You can feel me.” Steve’s is over-joyed, his heart flutters, butterflies are rapid in his belly. You’re thinking of him. Pressing his chest against your breasts, “I’m going to cum, doll.”

Sneaky fingers snake itself between you both, rubbing your clit in circles, a breathy gasp escapes you.

“I love you.” Steve whimpers, painting your walls white -- not daring to let any ounce of cum escape. Biting his lips till it draws blood, preventing any roar.

His nose scrunches up, his muscles tighten. You exhaled, you slick dripping down Steve’s pants.

He kisses your lips gingerly, “Sweet dreams, doll.”

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✧˚₊‧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧˚₊‧  𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖, 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮... || 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠

𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝... Pairing: Hoseok x reader Word count: 6.2K Warnings: Explicit smut; role play, spanking, degradation, pain kink, teasing, orgasm denial, throat fucking, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

Song: Santa Baby by Kylie Minogue ✧˚₊‧

"Hand me those lights, babe," you called to Hoseok, who was rummaging through the boxes of decorations you had dragged out of the attic. He pulled the wire out, tangling it around himself in a ridiculously hap-hazard way. He took one step towards you before he stumbled, cursing at the wires that betrayed him.

"Damnit!" he muttered, saving himself from tumbling to the floor somehow. You giggled at him, and even harder when he looked over to scowl at you. He dumped them to the floor at your feet, moving to plug them into the wall just behind the large tree the pair of you had picked out together.

They lit up in a mess of wire and light, but somehow it was definitely easier to untangle now.

"Where did you get all this junk, anyway?" Hoseok asked, wrapping the wire around his elbow to organise the lights while you strung them neatly over the tree branches.

"My parents wanted to redecorate, said we could have all their old Christmas stuff when they moved in June," you explained, "So now that we have our own place, it seemed like a waste to say no."

Hoseok smiled at that, a sense of pride settling over him.

You and Hoseok had moved in together in October, finally having a space for the two of you to call your own. He'd been nervous to leave the dorm at first, conscious that he didn't want relationships with the boys to dwindle. It had taken a while, but eventually the two of you found yourselves a lavish apartment just two blocks away from the dorm building. The boys were always visiting the pair of you anyway, and you them.

It was as if nothing had changed, but after dating Hobi for three years they had encouraged you both to find a home for yourselves. It was quite sweet, really; the way they supported your relationship gave Hoseok the reassurance that they honestly didn't mind him starting a new chapter in his life.

"You're happy here, right?" he asked, watching as you stretched on your toes to reach just the middle of the grandest tree you'd ever seen in your life. You turned to look at him, confused.

"Of course, I am. Why...aren't you?" you panicked. Oh god, was he about to tell you he wanted to move back in with the boys?

"Yes, YES! Of course, I am yeah. I just know this place is like... big. I don't know," he mumbled, smiling to himself.

"Well, you did pick a ridiculously large apartment with ceilings I'll never reach to get the cobwebs down, but I adore it Hobi. It's ours." You grinned at him, grateful for everything he'd done for you.

Of course, Hobi had picked one of the biggest apartments he could find; that was in his nature. He wanted to give you the best, spend all his damn earnings on you. It made you uncomfortable sometimes, just a little too much money for someone who had a desk job and grew up on next-to-nothing. He just couldn't help himself, spoiling his little princess at every chance he got.

And the reason he never minded, was because he simply knew you weren't milking him for every penny. You never expected anything, still paid for meals out and refused to let him, still bought him little gifts here and there like he did for you. Granted you weren't earning the millions he was, but you didn't believe he should pay for everything just because he made the most.

"Just wanted the best for my princess," he grinned, stepping towards you to place a kiss to your forehead. "And who knows, maybe one day we'll fill it with little versions of ourselves running about and wrecking the place," he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You loved that he saw that kind of future with you; it made your heart do little backflips you didn't know it was capable of.

"Yeah? How many are you thinking?" you pressed.

"Hmmm..." he thought hard, "Three boys, two girls, one dog."

"And one poor little mom cleaning up after them all," you laughed, turning back to the tree. "Babe I can't reach, you gotta help."

Immediately he crouched to slot his head between your legs, lifting you to sit on his shoulders so you could reach the branches to finish the lights. You squealed at the surprise, somehow keeping yourself steady as he lifted you off your feet.

You finished the lighting the tree, letting Hobi set you back onto your feet as you both admired your work.

"Beautiful," he mused, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"But we haven't even put the baubles on it yet..." you sunk back into him, letting him hold you as he started to sway slowly from side to side.

"Wasn't talking about the tree," he mumbled in your ear, pressing a kiss to the spot just underneath. You chuckled at that; ever the charmer. You clapped your hands over his, pushing them away and skipping towards the boxes full of decorations.

"Come on, lots to do!" you sang, digging around for the red and gold baubles your parents had handed down to you. Hoseok joined you, looking through the other box to see what else was there.

"Oooh, cool!" Hobi said to himself, pulling out a Santa's hat with a big white fluffy beard. Immediately he put them on, attaching the elastic around his head and setting the hat on top of his untouched hair. "Ho, ho, ho!" he bellowed, rubbing his tummy in a ridiculous impression of the jolly fat man.

He kept them on as you worked, again having to lift you to place the baubles on the very tops of the tree, including the large gold star.

"Perfect!" you chimed as he put you down. "See, not all just junk!" You elbowed his tummy playfully.

"Suppose not," he smirked under the beard. "No, really... It looks beautiful. Our first Christmas in our own place," he turned to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, placed a rather fluffy kiss to your lips.

"Promise you won't grow a beard, Hobi..." you laughed, pulling a strand of white synthetic hair out of your mouth.

"Not even when I'm old?"

"Nope," you laughed.

"Fine," he huffed. "Have you done your shopping yet?" he asked, fully aware he hadn't even started his just two weeks before the big day.

"Most of it, just gotta get something for Namjoon and Taehyung. But I have ideas anyway. Have you?"

"Haven't even started..." he admitted.

"Hobi! You don't have much time left!" you scolded. By now, ordering online was just far too risky.

"I know, I know... I'll go soon, I promise. I just don't know what to get everyone..." he waved his hand in the air dismissively. "What do you want for Christmas, babe?"

"Ooh, now there's a question..." you pressed your finger to your chin, pretending to think hard. "Don't care. Got you," you shrugged.

"Baby, you can have me whenever you want," he whispered seductively, ducking his head down to plant kisses to the spot under your ear like he had before. "I meant... for Christmas," he continued to kiss your neck, dragging his lips across the skin so gently, goosebumps starting to rise all over.

You were a little blindsided by his sudden change in demeanour, but you couldn't deny his advances and flirty nature. Instead, you thought you'd play on it a little. It was Christmas, after all...

"Santa... I'm just not sure," you said innocently. "I suppose... I'd like a new car?" you joked, your voice feigning innocence.

"Hmmm, you got it baby," he mumbled against your skin, his hands gripping onto your hips. "Anything else?"

"Well, Santa... I've been such a good girl this year, and I'd really, really like a yacht..." your voice turned seductive, letting your head fall back as Hobi continued to work his lips against you. Of course, you were joking. Never in a million years would you actually ask Hobi for a yacht, or a car, but that's not what this was about.

You were teasing him, feeling the way his little kisses turned to open-mouthed ones as you spoke so sexily into his ear. The faux beard he'd adorned felt scratchy against your skin but for the mean time, you didn't mind it.

Hobi's hands slid down to your ass, cupping the cheeks through your comfy leggings you'd worn simply to stay comfortable when decorating. He gave you a squeeze, biting his teeth down lightly onto your neck.

"I'll see what I can do, princess. Anything else?" he growled, potentially arousing himself more so than he was arousing you.

"Diamonds would be nice, but they're so typical, y'know?" you put on a snobby British accent, turning your nose up at the idea. "I prefer sapphires, maybe beautiful red rubies to match your hat, Santa..." you flicked the white ball of fluff at the end of the hat, sending it bounding around his head.

"You have expensive taste, my love," he chuckled lowly, his voice dropping to a much sexier octave than usual. You knew that voice; if you were to press your hips a little closer to his, you were sure you'd feel the stirrings of an erection in his sweats.

"See, I never used to Santa... But I met a man who spoils me rotten, and well, I've developed a taste for it..." you teased.

"A man, hm? So, you don't just belong to Santa anymore?" he questioned, squeezing your ass once again.

"Well I'm always going to be your princess, Santa baby, but... I just love the way he makes me feel. His lips are just... heavenly," you gasped, eyes closing as he dipped down to your collar bone, exposed by the vest top you'd worn today.

"Tell me more, princess," he snarled against your skin.

"And his tongue, Santa... His tongue works magic, I swear..." you flattered, obviously talking about Hoseok himself.

"Is there anything more magic than Santa Claus and his flying sleigh though, princess?" He lifted his head, looking down at you with hooded eyes.

"I couldn't possibly tell you, Santa..." you gave him a coy smile, winking at him, "There's something else that might just be a little more magical, but... It's not exactly decent." You blushed furiously but kept up the pretence that you were still this confident, classy woman.

"Princess, tell me..." he pressed one of his hands to your check, stroking the flushed skin and staring down into your eyes.

"Santa..." you cooed, nuzzling into his palm sweetly. "It's his cock, Santa. So magical. He's made me see stars, made me cry with pleasure. I can't describe it!" you confessed.

You watched his eyes widen momentarily, and then his lips spread into the widest grin he could possibly muster.

"You must have forgotten about Santa's cock then, huh baby?" he teased, closing the space between you as he pressed himself against your hip. "It's not true what they say, you know..." he raised an eyebrow at you.

"What's that, Santa?" He smirked, craning his neck around to whisper into your ear.

"I don't just come once a year..."

Before you had a chance to speak, to say anything at all or even react, he tucked an arm under your knees and one around your back and lifted you bridal style. You squealed, flinging your arms around your neck to keep from falling; not that it would have mattered, Hobi had you safely tucked into him.

He carried you through the hall, all whilst you were pulling on the elasticated beard to reveal his lips to you so you could attack them fiercely with your own. He struggled to walk in a straight line when you kissed him, falling up against the walls to keep upright now that his concentration was solely on your lips, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling they gave him.

Eventually he made it to your bedroom, kicking the door open and rushing in to drop you against the bed and immediately crawl over you to reconnect your desperate lips together. You whined into his kiss, pulling him down to you by the t-shirt he was wearing.

Suddenly he pushed off you though, standing up at the foot of your bed and looking down at you, pulling the false beard back over his mouth and folding his arms over his chest.

"Sweetheart, I think you've been quite naughty, don't you? With whoever this man is?" he scorned, eyebrows creasing his forehead. You nodded, giving him the sweetest puppy dog eyes. "Then do you need a punishment, sweetie?"

"Santa..." you whined, squeezing your thighs together for the friction you had begun to crave.

"I think you do, baby. Strip for me. Right now," he demanded. You did as you were told, pulling your vest top over your head, unclipping the strap to your bra and letting it ping off your shoulders. He ogled at you, watching you push your leggings down your thighs slowly with your underwear all in one, stripping yourself right down in front of him.

"Perfect, princess. On your stomach, sweetie. Like a good little girl," he rolled his finger in the motion he wanted you to follow and you obeyed without a word, flipping over onto your stomach to show off the gorgeous curve of your back, cascading down over your ass; the ass he loved so much.

He didn't say a word, but you felt the bed dip down just beside your thigh, his knee digging into the mattress. His strong hand rest at the base of your neck, dragging down your spine just to tease, just to make you feel his presence, until he reached the curve of your back where the base of your spine met your ass.

With just that one hand, he kneaded the flesh of your cheek like bread dough, watching as it jiggled and sprung back into place each time he moved.

Hoseok had always been an ass man, but when he'd met you his obsession only grew; he loved your ass more than any other part of you, always finding some excuse to touch it, tap it, spank it, stroke it... He loved how full it felt in his palm, loved how it jiggled and bounced.

"Naughty little girls need to learn a lesson, hmm?" he asked rhetorically. You nodded, your cheek flush against the sheets. "Do you know how, princess?"

You did. You knew exactly what was coming and you couldn't wait – the anticipation alone had heat pooling between your legs. You squirmed against the mattress, raising your ass off it slightly to meet his hand as he let his touch barely linger on the skin. You used that as your answer.

"That's right, baby. Naughty little girls get a spanking," he affirmed, before bringing his large hand down to your ass in the most gratifying of slaps, the sound echoing off the tall ceiling. You whimpered, feeling the burn in your flesh and wiggling your hips to do anything to take your mind off the sting. But he pressed his free hand to the base of your spine, holding you down.

He waited for the sting to subside until you could only just feel it, before landing another harsh slap to the exact same spot, reigniting the fire on your skin. You cried out, this time biting down on your finger to distract yourself as you couldn't move your hips.

"Hmm, such a nice little red print forming there, baby. All marked up," he praised, rubbing the flesh to soothe the burn but honestly, nothing helped. Despite the pain, you willed him to continue. You got such a fucking rush from pain, as did Hobi. He loved to give it, loved to receive it and lucky for him, your tastes were very much the same.

He raised his hand again and you tensed, anticipating the third spank that you knew was coming. Hobi could feel you pushing against his weight, trying so desperately to raise your ass in the air for him but his grip was too strong.

Another slap to the reddened spot on your cheek had you crying out louder than before, hot tears prickling your eyes as your teeth sank into your finger. Again, he rubbed the skin, soothing the area but this time letting his hand wander, sliding down between your cheeks to swipe over your glistening folds. Your breath caught in your throat as he touched you, his middle finger dipping between to tease your hole without ever pushing far enough in like you wished he would.

You mewled at him, begging him to feel more but he ignored you, instead delivering a quick and harsh slap to your wetness that had you lurching forward onto the bed, the familiar stinging sensation now encapsulating your heat. Naturally you spread your legs a little more for him, giving him the room to dip his finger into you again, this time dipping it into your entrance just up to the first knuckle.

You couldn't help the moan that tumbled out of your mouth, your walls clenching around the slightest intrusion. Hoseok had already wound you up so much, but his teasing was always this way; unrelenting.

With another quick motion he had drawn his finger out of you and brought his hand down far enough to slap against your clit brutally. At that your entire body caught fire, shockwaves burning through your nerves all the way down to your toes. Hoseok had trouble keeping you pushed into the mattress then, but he smirked to himself watching how your body reacted to him.

"How does it feel, princess?" he asked with sarcasm dripping from every syllable. You knew if you told him it hurt, he wouldn't be satisfied. If you complained and cried, he'd only keep going until he heard what he wanted to hear from your lips.

"G-good... Thank you, um..." you weren't sure what to call him in this situation. Of course, with the beard and the hat and the foreplay leading to this moment you had addressed him as Santa, but... did he want you to keep doing that? Was that weird? You weren't sure, simply stuttering self-consciously.

"Santa, y/n. Don't forget that, hmm?" Oh, so he wanted you to refer to him as Santa? So be it...

"Thank you, Santa. Feels good," you repeated, using the name he'd chosen for today's roleplay.

"Of course it does, baby. Naughty little girls always enjoy their punishments a little too much, don't they?" You nodded impatiently, just hoping you'd given him what he wanted. But instead, he landed another ridiculously loud and harsh slap, this time back to your reddened ass cheek.

"OW!" you cried out, tears now spilling down your checks as he again, soothed the burning spot.

"You took that so well, Princess. Santa's proud of you; such a good girl, hmm?" he praised, leaning down to whisper into your ear, the beard tickling your neck. "You just needed to be reminded who you belonged to, hmm?"

He shifted his hand down again, spreading your pussy lips apart to dive his middle finger back into you, completely up to the knuckle. You cried out, feeling him curl it inside you. Your walls clenched again, attempting to feel everything but one finger still just wasn't enough to quench the thirst you had built up.

"You're so needy, hmm? It's almost as if one finger isn't enough..." he mocked. He knew exactly what he was doing, an expert in teasing. "Didn't you say that this other man's tongue was magical, sweetie?" he asked, getting off on the fact that it was in fact him that you had been bragging about... to him.

"Y-yes, Santa... So magical."

"Hmm..." he contemplated, dragging his finger out of you and shifting, straddling your legs and dipping his head down to clamp his teeth around the curve of your ass, exactly where he had spanked you. You cried out at the pain, but good lord it felt good.

With his teeth sunken into the flesh he locked his lips around the skin, sucking harshly on it. He hadn't been satisfied with simply branding you with his handprint, he needed to see your ass turn purple under him too, to make it so uncomfortable to sit down for the next few days that you had to angle your body to sit on your one good cheek.

Satisfied with the splotch he created, he swiped his tongue over it, the coolness of the moisture making you shiver where you lay under him. He left messy, sloppy kisses across your backside, covering your cheek in kisses before he buried his chin between your cheeks, his tongue protruding from his mouth to graze over the puckered rosebud of your ass.

You hadn't expected it, your head shooting up from the bed with a loud gasp as he pushed against you just a little, dragging the wetness down between your cheeks to encircle your hole. He groaned the second he tasted you, never able to hide how much he adored your flavour.

He decided he couldn't get to where he wanted to taste the most, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you until you were elevated by your knees, completely exposed to him. He didn't disconnect his lips for a split second, tongue chasing the taste he craved.

He dived in completely as soon as he was able to, lapping at your already throbbing clit like a man starved, the hair of his faux beard tickling and scratching at you and also becoming coated in your arousal. For some reason Hoseok never pulled the beard down, never moved it away; he was fully into his character, this dominating Father Christmas figure.

Your face was naturally pushed further into the sheets, muffling the moans that dribbled from your mouth as his ferocious attack on your nerves continued. He knew how to work his entire mouth, his lips sucking against you, tongue dancing with your clit, teeth grazing every so often too. After the abuse your pussy had already taken from him with his slaps, everything felt hypersensitive, shaking you to the very depths of your being.

"S-Santa..." you cried out, very aware that if you were to slip and use his name or his usual pet name, you'd be in trouble. You weren't sure your body could take further battering right now, still recovering from just the five heavy-handed spanks you had received previously.

You couldn't hear it, but you felt him chuckle against your heat at the use of his new nickname. He never relented, never held back, simply lapping at your pussy in every way his mouth could. His hands gripped your thighs so tight you could already feel them bruising under his fingertips, adding to the marks he had already given you.

You could feel it; the coil in your abdomen was tightening impossibly with Hoseok pushing his face further into your pelvis. He was getting sloppy, the sounds coming from behind you so god damn vulgar, but every single slurp was excruciatingly arousing. You needed to cum, needed the permission.

"Please, p-please Santa... Can I-" you could barely finish your sentence, Hobi hearing you begging already and immediately straightening up and bringing his face away from your core. He drove a sixth hard slap to your ass, making you yelp as your hips crashed to the mattress in defeat.

"No, not yet. Make me cum, princess. Then you get your reward." He pushed himself up off the bed, standing at the foot again smirking down at your heap of a body, panting and sweating and still so desperate to cum, Hobi lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it to one side and stepping out of his sweats and briefs. He was painfully hard, his tip an angry shade of red to match the ridiculous hat on his head still, precum leaking from the slit.

When you looked back at him, you saw him gripping himself at the base and slowly dragging his fist along his length, pumping ever so slowly a couple of times. Your eyes widened at the sight, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you imagined the taste you knew so well on your tongue once again.

Your crawled up on your hands and knees, turning around to face him and sitting back on your heels. You practically jumped up out of your place though, the contact sending bolts of pain through your ass and up your back. Sitting on your knees was out of the question, unless you leaned forward on your hands. So, that's exactly what you did, backing up so you were ready for Hobi at the edge of the bed, mouth wide open and tongue hanging out the way he liked you.

"Whose tongue is better, baby? Mine, or your mystery man's?" he asked, stepping forward to inch his cock toward your tongue but still teasing you, keeping back just an inch until you answered him.

"Y-yours, Santa," you said sweetly. Hobi smiled under the beard, letting you finally taste him when he took the smallest step forward and let himself touch against your tongue. You could taste the saltiness of his precum, not unpleasant at all but in fact, enticing. Looking up at him through your lashes, you waited to move until he gave you the nod you were waiting for, the same nod he always did when he was in control.

And like clockwork, he nodded his head once.

You lurched forward promptly, taking at least half of his glorified length into your mouth completely engulfing him in wet warmth. He grunted between grit teeth, already feeling sensations that gave him tingles right up through his abs to his chest. He watched you as you bobbed your head, every so often hollowing your cheeks on him and sucking viciously in an attempt to drain him as quickly as possible.

Gently he laced his fingers in your hair, simply to caress at first. But the longer you spent working on his length, the tighter his grip became, until he had enough of being patient. He gripped it tightly at the roots, keeping your head still and elevated as he pushed his hips forward to shove himself snugly into your throat.

The muscles contracted against him, trying to force him out but he held you there. You'd had enough practise to be able to cope with this, diverting your breathing through your nose and ignoring the impending gag reflex that tried to make itself known.

He drew his hips back and pushed in again, hearing the obscene gargling noise of saliva as he forced his way in. He loved it; loved it dirty, loved it messy. Hoseok was a complete freak and it totally matched up to the way you liked it too.

He had begun thrusting his hips into your throat with force, every so often letting you take in a deep breath before he started once again. There was enough trust in your relationship to allow Hobi to use you this way. You were fully aware of the tapping method if it all got too much, but right now you were completely engulfed in the moment with him.

"F-fuck, gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours, Princess," he groaned, throwing his head back with his hips never slacking. You could only hum in response, sending vibrations shooting through his entire body. Your hum triggered his climax, his balls tightening and dick twitching as cum spurted hot and salty down your throat.

You gagged a little at the foreign liquid, but expertly swallowed it down like he'd trained you to do so.

He let go of your hair, crouching in front of you and pulling the beard down under his chin as he got his breath back. He stroked your cheek gently as he looked into your eyes, checking for sure that you were okay. Satisfied with his answer found in your eyes, he leaned forward to kiss you so deeply. It never bothered him that he could taste himself on your tongue; to tell the truth, he kind of liked it.

"Do you want your reward now, baby?" he asked, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Please," you begged; your voice hoarse from the onslaught you'd just received.

"Of course, baby. Turn around again for me." He stood up again, watching as you turned on shaky arms and legs, revealing yourself to him again. By now your ass was an undeniably shocking shade of red with a large purple splotch in the middle, your pussy completely dripping and the same shade as your ass. You could feel your pulse in your clit, waiting so patiently to be seen to.

Hobi dragged one finger through your folds, teasing like he had before. You whimpered at the contact, your legs shaking beneath you. To save your sanity, Hobi pushed not one, but two fingers into you, stretching your pussy a little more than before and filling you up marginally more so than just one finger would; but it still wasn't enough.

He curled his fingers inside you, tapping the spongey spot that sent an incredible vibration up through your body. Your arms gave way, torso smacking into the sheets while a moan erupted from the depths of your chest. Hobi didn't stop, curling inside you so intensely whilst listening to the sweetest of moans coming from you.

He could feel the stir of arousal below again, somehow finding the stamina to be able to give you exactly what you were craving. You desperately were wishing he could just fuck you, fill you up properly and abuse your pussy, but without being able to look back at him, you had no idea is cock was slowly rising to attention again.

At least, not until you felt the air swish around you as he stood up and removed his fingers from inside you. You look back at him to see him thrusting his coated fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. You whined at the sight, feeling so empty and yet so turned on that you were growing more and more destitute.

When you felt him pressing his hard-again cock to your entrance, you forced your hips back on him, pussy engulfing half his length at once because you simply couldn't wait. You paid the price, with another harsh slap to the affected area. You cried out, hissing in pain. He still never pulled out though, considering the slap enough discipline for now.

Instead, he pushed slowly into you, until he was completely buried inside you. Finally, you felt full; properly full. He stretched you so perfectly, hitting every damn nerve inside you.

"S-Santa..." you moaned, still immersed in the role play despite the beard no longer on his face and frankly, long forgotten. The hat still remained in place.

"Feel good, princess?" he asked, dragging his cock back out of you agonisingly slowly.

"F-fuck, yes... Please, please just fuck me. I'm begging!" you cried, losing all self-control and frankly self-respect also. Hobi chuckled behind you, gripping onto your hips and thrusting forward with a loud grunt and a slap of his hips against your ass. You felt the burn against it again, but you were getting what you wanted, you couldn't very well complain right now.

Not only did Hobi decide that thrusting into you benefited him just as much as it did you, but he had taken to rolling his hips as he did, in turn hitting new angles that drove you absolutely wild. He'd scrape your g-spot so often you were sure you wouldn't last, especially with all the god damn foreplay and denial he'd given you so far.

Hobi could already feel you clenching around him, gripping onto him with every outward draw. Despite already cumming once, he was quickly losing resolve at the same rapid rate that you were.

"Baby, you gotta tell me when you're gonna cum, okay?" he warned, fingertips digging in even harder to your hips as he fucked into you. That coil you were so familiar with was tightening fast, getting ready to release completely and you weren't sure you were even capable of words right now, simply moaning a response that sounded nothing like words.

Your body started to shake, any and all control fizzling away as your orgasm rushed at you, the spring inside you finally fracturing and splintering. Your back arched like it was down to demons, your lungs spasming as you gasped for breath. Your firsts gripped the sheets as your oncoming scream was muffled by your face being pushed into the mattress by your own doing.

Your walls clamped against Hobi, making it damn near impossible to keep a steady rhythm as he continued to ride you through it. You were dragging him to the edge with you, his second orgasm rupturing something inside him as he called your name into the air, filling you to the brim with his second load. Your body writhed under him as he lost his strength, having to prop himself up on his knee to keep from falling onto you in a heap.

But when your own hips fell flat against the bed, he couldn't keep himself up anymore, collapsing next to you and in turn, pulling out of you and letting his cum spill from between your folds.

You felt completely spent, completely soiled and totally used; and you fucking loved it.

You started to whimper where you lay, reaching a hand out for Hobi to grip onto in order to ground yourself a little.

"B-baby, what's wrong?" he said, breathless. He used whatever strength he had left to pull you limp to rest against him.

"D-didn't... tell you... I-I'm s-sorry," you sobbed, scared he'd be mad at you, even if it were just roleplay.

"Shh, it's okay. You didn't need to, I knew anyway. You were perfect, princess. Just perfect," he placed a kiss to your forehead, lingering to show you the love and aftercare you needed.

You both lay in silence, recovering for a few minutes until you could actually move of your own accord again. The dull burn that lingered on your ass was starting to become sore, and when you did try to move you hissed in pain.

"Wait, let me help. Roll over," he said, sitting up and walking into the en suite bathroom, coming back with a tub of aloe vera gel to sooth the angry redness. He was so careful with you, gently pressing it into your skin. "I'm sorry baby, did I go too far?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"No, Hobi... You know I like it," you giggled sleepily, "and you always take such good care of me after." He smiled at that; god you were perfect. Especially for him. It was like you were made for each other.

Finished with the gel, he screwed the lid back on and tossed it to the side; where it landed, he didn't care. But he scooted up the bed and pulled you with him, laying you on your front against his chest so the two of you could just be close to one another, laziness overcoming you both.

"So, the Santa thing..." he began, realising he was still wearing the damn hat with the beard hanging around his neck. He pulled them both off, dumping them beside the bed.

"Hmmm?" you hummed, practically drifting to sleep already.

"Do you have a thing for Santa, or a thing for me dressed as Santa?" You laughed at that; surely that was an obvious question?

"You, dressed as. The roleplay is fun though... naughty little girl asking Santa for nice gifts that she doesn't deserve until she earns it," you explained, tracing figure of eight patterns on his chest. He nodded in understanding.

"Kinda ruins that childhood myth though," he snickered, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

"Hmm, wonder how many more we could ruin..." you contemplated. "Maybe you should dress as the tooth fairy next?"

Hoseok couldn't hold back the snort that came out of him at that, imagining himself in a frilly pink tutu and fairy wings.

"Somehow, I don't think that's gonna happen..."

"I'll get you one day, Jung Hoseok," you promised, yawning against his chest. He grinned at your guarantee and decided not to press the matter. You clearly needed your rest right now, already falling into a snooze laying with him.

Instead he just placed his lips against your forehead, laying still with you until he felt the soft breaths from your parted lips fanning over his exposed chest.

God, you looked prettiest like this. Totally spent, exhausted from Hobi's work. Cheeks pink and ass bright red and purple.

Stunning, he thought to himself. ✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬‧₊˚✧ - 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

[genderonthescreen-blog]

Queer Representation: How Can We Get The Gays to Watch Our Movie?

The Vito Russo Test is the queer equivalent to the Bechdel Test (which tests the representation of women in films). It was created by GLAAD (Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) and is used to test the representation of LGBTQ+ people in film. The way a film passes the test is if there is an “identifiably lesbian, gay, bisexual and/or transgender” character who isn’t defined by their sexuality and/or gender identity, and who is significant to the plot. Despite the fact this test is quite easy to pass, most films do not. Out of the 109 films released by major studios in 2017 only 14 had LGBTQ+ characters in them (that’s 12.8%). Gay men are the most represented out of those 14 films (64% or 9 out of the 14 films feature a gay man that pass the test) while trans people are the least represented in 2017 (zero out of the 14 films featured transgender characters). These numbers are insanely low, and shows that there is a clear problem with the representation of LGBTQ+ people in films.

But, even in the movies that feature LGBTQ+ characters, how well are they being represented, really? Films like Call Me By Your Name (2017), Carol (2015), Blue Is The Warmest Color (2013), and Brokeback Mountain (2005) have all been praised as iconic queer movies with great representation, but how great is this representation? Right off the bat you can see that all of these characters are white. Not a huge surprise when it comes to Hollywood, considering how bad they are at representing people of color, but, still, not all queer people are white, obviously—Marsha P. Johnson, anybody? How about happy endings? Shouldn’t queer people be allowed to see a relationship like their own end happily? Well, it seems not. In Call Me By Your Name, they break up; in Blue Is The Warmest Color, they break up; in Brokeback Mountain, they break up and one of them dies (the good-olde “bury your gays” trope https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2017/06/30/queerbaiting-bury-your-gays-tv_a_23005000/ )! Carol seems to be the only one that has a semi-happy ending. Although, Therese (Rooney Mara) and Carol (Cate Blanchett) do breakup at one point, at the end of the film it is implied that they get back together. An implication is a we can get apparently. Oversexualization is also an issue. All of these movies have semi-graphic sex scenes in them, with Blue Is The Warmest Color’s sex scenes are borderline pornography—and definitely from the male gaze. Now, sex isn’t the problem here, if a director wants to show two characters getting it on, they very well should be allowed to do so! The problem is that the only kind of movies that are popular and feature queer people at the forefront are romantic dramas (usually tragic) that are very heavy on the sexual discovery. This would be fine if there were just as many goofy LGBTQ+ romantic comedies or action movies with queer leads as there are LGBTQ+ romantic tragedies.

Now, that’s not to say things aren’t getting better! With the release and success of Love, Simon in 2018, a romantic comedy about a teenage boy coming out as gay, things are, hopefully, starting to look up. However, there has recently been a new disturbing trend when it come to LGBTQ+ representation in films. A film will announce that there is an “openly gay” character in their movie before the film is released. Thus, attracting a large queer audience that is sorely disappointed when they realize “openly gay” actually means “not openly gay at all.” Take Beauty and the Beast (2017) for example. Before the release of Beauty and the Beast, Dir. Bill Condon announced that there was going to be an “exclusively gay moment” (WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?) in the film involving LeFou (Josh Gad), Gaston’s groveling sidekick. Fans were obviously excited! But, when the movie came out, what we got was very a stereotypical depiction of a gay man (who is supposed to be crushing on Gaston?), and one moment (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sadujj45Y90 blink and you’ll miss it) where LeFou accidentally starts dancing with another man and… that’s it—wow, how groundbreaking.

While there is at least a small moment in Beauty and the Beast, other films that use this tactic to get a more diverse audience don’t even bother following through. Before the release of the much anticipated Solo: A Star Wars Story (2018), screenwriter Jonathan Kasdan announced that Lando Calrissian (Donald Glover) is pansexual. This revelation prompted fans to go crazy, but when the movie came out there was nothing, besides some semi-flirty lines and an “implied” romantic relationship with a droid (okay…), explicit in the film that showed Lando’s pansexuality. Some people (https://lwlies.com/articles/queerbaiting-solo-lando-calrissian/ ) are calling this trend, a new from of queerbaiting, and going by the definition (“the practice of hinting at, but then not actually depicting, a same-sex romantic relationship between characters in a work of fiction, mainly in film or television” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queerbaiting ) I’m have to agree. Except, this kind of queerbaiting is almost worse because the “hinting” starts before the film comes out. Therefore filmmakers are literally using a the possibility of a potentially queer character as bait to get more LGBTQ+ moviegoers into their theaters.

There are other, less nefarious, examples of this kind of queerbaiting. Tessa Thompson, who plays Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok (2017), made a post on twitter before the film came out about how her character is bisexual and how she wanted that to come through on the big screen. However, she was quick to add that Valkyrie’s sexuality is never explicitly shown in Thor Ragnarok (https://www.avclub.com/thor-ragnarok-ultimately-cut-the-one-scene-that-confir-1820047758 check out this article). It’s clear that Thompson wan’t trying to get more LGBTQ+ people to see Thor Ragnarok, she was just trying to spread the word about her character’s sexuality—Valkyrie is canonically bisexual in the comic books.The character of Albus Dumbledore, the grandfatherly headmaster of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter film and book series, could also be another example of this kind of queerbaiting. However, unlike all of the other examples, Dumbledore’s sexuality was revealed by author JK Rowling after the release of the last Harry Potter book in 2007 (https://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/story?id=3755544&page=1 check out this article from that year talking about it). Dumbledore’s sexuality was never explicit in the Harry Potter books or movies, but recently Rowling has started another film series that takes place in the Potter universe (but during the 1920s) called Fantastic Beasts. Before the release of the second installment, it was announced that Jude Law would be playing a young Dumbledore in that next film (Fantastic Beasts and the Crimes of Grindelwald), and people began to ask if Dumbledore’s sexuality is going to be addressed in these films. Not much was said by Rowling, but before the movie was released Dir. David Yates said Dumbledore’s sexuality is not “explicitly” shown in the film. Fans were obviously upset be this—myself included. However, after seeing the movie, I feel like it’s safe to say only a person in serious denial would claim that Dumbledore is straight after watching The Crimes of Grindelwald. There isn’t anything “explicit” in the movie (Dumbledore doesn’t say “I’m gay” or kisses a man) but the relationship between Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, the antagonist of the series and Dumbledore’s ex-lover, is shown or alluded to in in more ways than one—not explicitly telling the audience about his sexuality is in character for Dumbledore, who has always been secretive. As a fan of Harry Potter and the Fantastic Beasts films, I hope in future installments Dumbledore’s sexuality will be more explored—and it should, especially since the main antagonist is his ex-boyfriend!

Queer representation is important. The constant censoring of LGBTQ+ people and relationships in media needs to end. It’s often said that this kind of censorship is to protects kids from exposure to “inappropriate” content. News flash, there are kids out there who are queer! (Because queer people have always been queer.) I remember when I was a kid how big of an impact seeing queer characters and couples in film and TV were for me. Seeing characters like Tara (Amber Benson) and Willow (Alyson Hannigan) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer made me feel like I wasn’t alone and that there wasn’t anything wrong with me. Even though queer representation in film is still lacking it’s getting better, and it’s getting even better on TV shows! The Legend of Korra, and Steven Universe are two kids shows that feature LGBTQ+ couples. Sense 8, Orange is the New Black, Queer Eye and Black Mirror (specifically season 3’s episode San Junipero) are all Netflix original series that have great LGBTQ+ representation and/or are LGBTQ+ centric—trans characters played by actual trans actors? YES! Things are looking up and I have high hopes for the future when it comes to queer representation.

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Check out these cool sources!

https://lwlies.com/articles/queerbaiting-solo-lando-calrissian/

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/03/01/disney-launches-first-exclusively-gay-moment-beauty-beast/

https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/entertainthis/2018/05/17/lando-calrissian-pansexual-solo-star-wars-reaction/620566002/

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/16/movies/jude-law-dumbledore-gay.html

https://www.thedailybeast.com/glaad-report-hollywood-is-failing-lgbt-characters-in-its-movies

https://books.google.com/books?id=AoQrDwAAQBAJ&pg=PT143&dq=the+vito+russo+test&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj25Yj_oaDfAhXwx1kKHZODBU0Q6AEIMDAB#v=onepage&q=the%20vito%20russo%20test&f=false

https://www.glaad.org/sri/2018/vitorusso

https://www.glaad.org/sri/2018/overview

How about this cooler bibliography!

https://books.google.com/books?id=UWtECwAAQBAJ&pg=PT203&dq=queerbaiting&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjJ6M3zzprfAhWu11kKHT6ZAcwQuwUIMTAB#v=onepage&q=queerbaiting&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=f6YwSZlsyJMC&printsec=frontcover&dq=lgbt+film&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjprcyuz5rfAhXSq1kKHbkGAzgQuwUILTAA#v=onepage&q&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=jI_IHFUidlwC&printsec=frontcover&dq=lgbt+film&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjprcyuz5rfAhXSq1kKHbkGAzgQuwUIUTAH#v=onepage&q&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=ROhSbOQIzmYC&pg=PA31&dq=the+hays+code&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6tc3zzJrfAhXIqFkKHaOoAUQQuwUITDAG#v=onepage&q=the%20hays%20code&f=false

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/we-need-to-talk-about-lgbt-representation-apparently_us_5a3d4dede4b06cd2bd03da68

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0HsPIquRmc

https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2018/05/22/lgbt-representation-in-hollywood-has-somehow-got-even-worse/

Photo credits go to Netflix.

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Amber Sunrise: Chapter 6

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Gladio x Female OC, Prompto x Female OC

Rating: T (For now)

Words: 7,799

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A/N: So my intentions with this chapter are to have Gladio and Peri get to know each other while Peri get's more comfortable with the big guy. As always your comments are always appreciated. I will be going back to edit earlier chapters for continuity purposes.

“Oh man I can’t believe they said yes!” Prompto cheered as he and Gladio walked through the busy streets of Lestallum’s residential district.

 Gladio shook his head with an amused smile “What would make you think they wouldn’t have said yes?”

 “Dude…you’ve seen Sera…she’s gorgeous…waaaaay out of me league!” Prompto exclaimed.

 “Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, a hot girl might be into you.  I’ll admit, you’ve put some muscle on these last seven years…and the goatee gives you some character.  Just because it isn’t Cindy’s bag doesn’t mean other girls won’t be into you.” Gladio laughed.

 Prompto scratched the back of his head nervously “Well…I don’t think it was just me she wasn’t into.  Come to find out…people of the male persuasion aren’t really her uh, bag….she’s actually been with someone for awhile…”

 Gladio’s eyes widened “Shit…never would have guessed that.  Good for her I guess…anyone we know?”

 “Yeah, we know her pretty well…you know Jeanne right?” Prompto said nonchalantly.

 “The power plant girl handling the power grid?  Wow…never would have guessed that either.  How do you know so much gossip and my sister, the queen of gossip in Lucis didn’t even know?” Gladio questioned.

 “Oh Iris knew…pretty much everyone knows…where have you been big guy?” Prompto ribbed him.

 “Where do you think I’ve been, kicking the shit out of daemons and keeping the lights on in this place.” Gladio said sarcastically.

 “And wooing the locals…” Prompto smirked.

 Gladio chuckled and shook his head “I haven’t exactly wooed her yet…you have a better shot at getting action tonight than I do.”

 Prompto smirked “You really like her don’t you?”

 Gladio looked away trying to hide the blush creeping up his face.

 “You do…wow, now I need to meet the girl that has tamed the beast.” Prompto joked.

 “I told you, no wooing yet.  We’re just friends, I’m doing this double date more for you than me….I’m taking things slow, let her come to me yah know?” Gladio explained.

 “Which I appreciate.” Prompto said placing his hand on his shoulder.

 Soon Gladio stopped in front of a small cafe not far from the edge of the residential district.  He turned to Prompto and turned his thumb out to the entrance.

 “Ready?” Gladio asked him as they stopped on the stoop.

 Prompto gulped nervously “As I’ll ever be…”

 Gladio laughed as he clapped shoulder “Come on lover boy, let’s get you a girlfriend…”

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Peri sighed as she nervously bit her lip in the booth she was currently sharing with her sister.  She looked across the table to see Sera’s blonde hair perfectly curled as she adjusted the straps on her yellow sun dress.

 As Sera looked up she gave her sister an inquisitive look “What?  Too much cleavage?”

 Peri rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her seat “Too much everything…”

 Sera laughed as she shook her head “Hey, I offered to do your hair and make up…you’re the one who decided to wear cargo pants and a tank top…an old tank top might I add.”

 “You’re acting like this is a date.” Peri said dryly.

 “Because it is a date.  You have to make a good first impression.  And before you shoot me down in your strange sense of denial, it is a date…a double date, with two guys rumored to be connected with the crown.  He asked you to dinner Peri…after all the let down’s you’ve given him it’s a miracle he is still pursuing you.” Sera said knowingly.

 Peri rolled her eyes “I don’t care what you say…this isn’t a date.”

 Suddenly Peri looked up to see Gladio and Prompto enter the cafe, scanning the crowd before Gladio locked eyes with her and gave her a knowing smirk.

 Peri sank back into the booth, blushing profusely as the boys approached them.  Sera gave a small laugh before turning her attention to Gladio and Prompto, who had finally arrived.

 “Well hello there boys, great to see you both again!” Sera said giving Gladio a wink and Prompto an unexpected friendly hug.

 Prompto gulped nervously as he tentatively hugged her back “Ye…yeah…great to see you again too Sera.”

 Sera pulled away before giving him a playful smirk “You know, for a minuet there I thought you didn’t enjoy our conversation together at the bar a few weeks ago.  You went radio silent on me hun.”

 Prompto gave a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his head “Yeah, sorry about that…just got caught up in some hunter things…”

 “Well it’s alright, just don’t do it again ok?” Sera said giving him a wink as she sat back down, with Prompto sliding next to her.

 Gladio turned his attention back to Peri giving her a cheeky smile “This seat taken?”

 Peri rolled her eyes “Would you just sit down.”

 Gladio without hesitation slide into the booth next to her, smiling a little to himself as he watched the blush creep up Peri’s cheeks as his hand accidentally brushed up against hers.

 “Wow Sera, you looked beautiful…” Prompto said in awe as he looked her over.

 “Not used to seeing you out of your work clothes.” Gladio added.

 Sera smirked “Well you know, someone had to bring some sunshine on this gloomy night.  Is it just me or does it seem like it’s getting even darker out than before?  I didn’t think it could get any darker than it already was but…”

 “Well, according to Iggy as the Scourge continues more plasma particles are released into the air and making things kind of foggy and…” Prompto began.

 “Wow you sure know a lot about this stuff…” Sera said with a smile.

 “Uh…well…not that much…I just overheard him talking about it on our last mission.” Prompto said nervously.

 As the two continued talking Gladio turned to Peri giving her a warm smile “Well those two are hitting it off…you look amazing too…by the way.”

 Peri bit her lip nervously “Thanks…I uh…guess you don’t look too bad either.”

 “Oh this?  Bah this isn’t anything special, just my casual look.” Gladio said jokingly.

 Peri nodded silently as Prompto and Sera continued to converse in there own little world.

 “So uh…how did the mission go?” Peri said as she fidgeted with her napkin.

 Gladio shrugged “Good I guess.  We eliminated the daemon nest and got back early, so a win all around.”

 “Yeah but boy was it a doosey.  For a minuet there I didn’t think we would make it back, but you really pulled through for us big guy in the end…” Prompto interjected.

 “Wow that dangerous huh?  Well it’s a good thing ya’ll made it back in one piece!” Sera said in shock.

 “Well…it’ll take more than a daemon nest to take one of us out…well, at least Gladio.  He’s like a tank!” Prompto said talking them up.

 Gladio shrugged “Gotta put all my training to good use somehow…”

 At that moment the waitress came by and took their order.  Peri looked on as she watched the others order, distracted by Prompto’s comment about the mission.  She barely knew Gladio, why did she feel this twinge of concern that he was facing such danger.

 “And for you hun?” the waitress said tapping her pad.

 Peri shook herself from her thoughts before making a last second decision on her order “Umm..I’ll have the meat skewers with the house ale…”

 Gladio smirked “Copying me huh?”

 “Wait what….” Peri said confused as the waitress took her menu from her.

 Sera rolled her eyes in disappointment “Were you even paying attention?”

 “Of course!  I just…spaced out for a second.  I worked overtime all week give me a break!” Peri said in her defense.

 “Oh that’s right, big guy said you worked at the power plant.  Cool, thanks for keeping the lights on!” Prompto said with a smile.

 “Uh…sure…” Peri responded shyly.

 Sera winked at Prompto flirtatiously as she turned her attention back to the group “So…is what I heard true?  Ya’ll work for the crown?”

 Prompto nearly spit his drink out at he mention of the crown.  Gladio laughed amusingly at his friend as Peri looked on perplexed.

 “No need to freak out Prompto…it’s not like we’re secret agents or something.” Gladio laughed.

 Sera smirked “So it is true…whayda know…”

 Peri narrowed her eyes, thinking back to when she saw Gladio before he left on his last mission.  He was dressed in all black, with a skull motif on her shirt.  Suddenly she made the connection.

 “You guys….are Crownsguard…” Peri said starring back at Gladio.

 The two nodded in confirmation.

 “Yup, well, Gladio’s been in it a lot longer than me.  I joined up so I could accompany my best friend to his wedding and…shit I said too much didn’t I Gladio?” Prompto said in a panic.

 “Nah, we can trust them.  They never gave me a reason not to…” Gladio said turning to Peri with a smile.

 Peri bit her lip nervously as her sister continued to pry.

 “Wedding?  Wait, you’re not talking about the wedding are you?  The wedding of Prince Noctis and Lady Lunafreya?!?” Sera said in an excited whisper.

 Prompto clicked his fingers towards her with a wink “That’s the one….”

 Sera sat back processing the information “Damn…so ya’ll are in deep with them huh?  All this time I never guessed it.”

 “I’m nothing special…I would have just been a lowly rank if we ever made it back to the Crown City.  Gladio here has the real pedigree.  He’s the Prince’s Shield!” Prompto exclaimed.

 Sera turned to Prompto, giving him a warm smile “I am sure you wouldn’t be lowly…don’t sell yourself short!”

 “She’s right you know.  I’ve seen you’re work with a gun.  He’s good with his fingers.” Gladio said with a wink.

 Prompto blushed at his comment, knowing what he was insinuating.  Sera turned to him and gave him a flirty smile “Oh yeah?”

 “Did you really just say that?” Peri said with a groan.

 Gladio gave a small laugh “Well it’s true.  He’s good with his gun which means he’s good with his fingers.”

 “Alright…no more of this please…our foods about to arrive and I would like to eat without regurgitation.” Peri said attempting to stop their flirting.

 Sera shook her head “Aww Peri your no fun!”

 At that moment their food arrived, causing Sera and Prompto to go off in the own little world again discussing Prompto’s love of photography, as Prompto took out his camera and snapped a shot of his dinner.

 As Gladio took a bite of his meat skewer he turned to Peri and gave her a smile “Good right?”

 Peri nodded as she took another bit in her skewer.  Feeling an awkward silence between the two of them, Peri decided to speak up “So the Prince’s Shield huh?”

 “Yup….I guess you could say it’s kind of like a bodyguard….although, my duties lie elsewhere now a days…” Gladio said trailing off.

 Seeing it was a sore subject Peri decided to change topics “So the mission was pretty dangerous huh?”

 “I guess, but we went with a group of seasoned Glaives who could handle it so it was no sweat.  Did you ever think of joining the Glaive at one point?  I mean, being a former hunter and all…” Gladio asked curiously.

 Peri was silent for a moment as she thought about his question.  She couldn’t lie to herself, she had as soon as she heard about the Glaives in Lestallum, but then Ollie died….and any sort of fighting became too painful for her to endure.

 “I…had…” Peri said reluctantly.

 Gladio raised his eyebrow curiously “Oh?  What happened?”

 “It’s a long story…but I decided the power plant could use my help more than the Glaives, and my dad got sick so…” Peri said as she took another bite into her food.

 Gladio frowned “Oh…that sucks, I’m sorry…”

 “It’s ok…he’s ok…umm sorta…he has his days….but you know he’s getting old and…” Peri rambled.

 Gladio gave her a warm smile “Don’t worry, I got you.  Illness sucks.  My mom died when I was ten after catching this weird virus that infiltrated the wall.  She wasn’t sick for long but…it was hard.”

 “I’m sorry to hear that.” Peri said somberly.

 Gladio shrugged “It was a long time ago…I’ve had time to process it so to speak.”

 Peri nodded their group continued to converse.  She didn’t know why she was so shocked to hear of Gladio’s own personal tragedy.  Everyone’s got their own story of heartache in this world, but the way he carries himself you would never know.

 “You know, if you ever need a model I would be happy to fill in for you…” Sera said giving Prompto a smile.

 “Uh…yeah…yeah that would be great!” Prompto said stuttering.

 Soon the waitress came by an cleared their table, coming back leaving the check.  As Peri leaned forward to grab it Gladio snatched it from the tablet.

 Peri frowned as she looked up at him “What are you doing…”

 Gladio smirked “What do you think I’m doing?  Prompto you owe me 400 Gil.”

 “Oh, uh right….” Prompto said as he reached for his wallet and thew some Gil down.

 Sera looked over at him with a smile “Well ain’t you just the gentleman.”

 Prompto blushed at her comment as he shrugged “It’s nothing…thanks for the company.”

 Peri scowled as she turned her attention to Gladio “You’re not paying for me.”

 Gladio continued to waive her off “Too late, she already took the check.”

 “Seriously…here please take the GIl.” Peri said shoving the bills at him.

 Gladio pushed it back to her “I don’t want it…it’s my treat for you agreeing to come out tonight.”

 “Gladio…we agreed this isn’t a….” Peri began but Gladio cut her off.

 “I never said it was.  Listen, if it makes you feel better you can pay another time ok?” Gladio said finally relenting.

 Peri huffed “Ok, fine…”

 At that moment the two noticed both Sera and Prompto missing from the table.

 “Umm when did they…” Peri said looking around for her sister.

 Gladio shrugged “Dunno…must have been while you kept insisting on giving me Gil for a dinner I insisted was my treat.”

 Peri rolled her eyes and sigh as she motioned for Gladio to get up from their booth “Come on, maybe they are outside….”

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Meanwhile in an alleyway somewhere in Lestallum….

 “Uh…Sera…are you sure it’s cool we just leave them alone like that?” Prompto asked worriedly as Sera pulled him into one of Lestallum’s back alley.

 Sera waved him off “Absolutely.  My sister may not be too good at showing it but she’s really into your friend.”

 Prompto raised his eyebrow towards her “I dunno, she really seemed like she wanted to punch Gladio in the balls a few times during dinner.”

 Sera stopped them, turning towards Prompto and backing them up until Prompto’s back hit the wall of an adjoining building.  Nervously Prompto gulped as he starred back into her steel gray eyes.

 “Trust me…she likes him.  My sister doesn’t notice guys too often, and your friend has been on her mind ever since she met him at the power plant, even if it may be because she says she hates him.” Sera said placing her hands lightly on Prompto’s chest.

 Prompto gave a nervous laugh “Oh, alrighty then…who am I to say you don’t know you’re own sister.”

 “Exactly.  Besides…maybe I wanted some alone time with the blonde man who has been occupying my thoughts for the last few weeks.” Sera said with a devilish smirk.

 Prompto blinked confusingly before catching on to her and giving her a smirk in return “Oh…OH yeah, I got yah.”

 With that Sera leaned in and pressed her lips to Prompto’s with vigor as they embraced each other in the darkened alley way.

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 “Did they seriously just leave us?” Peri said scanning the area outside the restaurant for her sister and Prompto.

 “Looks like it.” Gladio responded placing his hands in his pockets.

 Peri gritted her teeth “I’m going to kill her when she get’s home…”

 “At this rate it might not be till morning.” Gladio smirked.

 “Really don’t wanna think about that…” Peri groaned.

 There was silence between the two for a moment as they stood outside the restaurant.

 “So…what now?” Gladio asked looking down at his boots.

 “Well, dinners over so…I’ll just be making my way home now and…” Peri responded as she turned to leave.  Before she could get too far Gladio rushed up to her grabbing her arm.

 “Hey…I don’t even get a goodbye?  Prompto and I bought you guys dinner, at least let me walk you home.” He said with a hopeful look.

 Peri looked back at him with a slight frown.  He was right, it was rude of her to storm off after he had extended himself like that.  She gave a sigh as she turned to him “Ok, fine.  As long as you don’t become a stalker.”

 “Can’t make any promises…” Gladio chuckled.

 “Gladio…” Peri growled.

 “Ok, ok sorry just a joke.  Besides, stalking isn’t really my style.” Gladio said with his hands up in defense.

 Peri folded her arms and shook her head as they began to walk towards her apartment “I would beg to differ…”

 “How would you know anyways?  It’s not like you know that much about me.” Gladio retorted.

 “I know plenty about you, believe me.” Peri fired back.

 Gladio smirked “Oh yeah…name two things you know about me.”

 Peri turned to him giving him a confident smile “You’re the prince’s bodyguard.”

 “Shield…but how about something you didn’t just learn over dinner.” Gladio said with a small laugh.

 Peri gave a defeated sigh before going back to thinking up another piece of information.  After a few moments of deliberation Peri turned to him with another smile “You’re quite the ladies man.”

 Gladio laughed “Or something you heard through rumors that seem to spread like wildfire around this place.  But if it get’s you to smile like that again, I’m willing to let it slide.”

 Peri quickly turned away from him blushing from his comment towards her.  Gladio smiled back at her knowing he was the cause of her sudden change in demeanor.  He had to admit, she was pretty cute when she blushed.

 The two walked in silence for another block before Gladio snapped his fingers as if he had suddenly come to a realization.

 “How about this, obviously we don’t know much about each other so why don’t we make a game of it?” Gladio said moving in front of her to face her as they walked.

 “A game?” Peri said skeptically.

 Gladio nodded “Yeah like a twenty questions sort of thing…or how ever many we can fit into the time it takes to get to your place.  If either one of us doesn’t want to answer a question we can pass.  No pressure…”

 Peri hesitated for a moment, stopping in her tracks as she mulled over the idea before responding “I can ask any question?”

 “Yep.” Gladio nodded.

 “And I won’t get shit for not answering one of yours?” she asked.

 “One hundred percent no shit from me.” Gladio said with a warm smile.

 “Ok, fine.” Peri said in agreement.

 Gladio fist pumped in victory “Alright!  So, because I am such a gentleman I’ll let you go first.”

 Peri thought for a moment before deciding on going easy for her first question “Favorite food?”

 “Cup Noodles.” Gladio answered without hesitation.

 Peri’s eyes widened at his response “Cup Noodles?  Of any food in all of Eos you pick instant noodles?”

 “Hey it’s not just instant noodles.  It’s an experience.  If you have the right ingredients, trust me, it’s something you never forget.” Gladio said in defense.

 “Ok, ok…I get it.” Peri said as they continued to walk.

 “Maybe if they ever start up production again I’ll show you…” Gladio said nonchalantly.

 Peri looked over at him confused “What? I…”

 “How about you?  What’s your favorite?” Gladio said retorting her first question.

 “Well…there used to be this cafe right at the edge of the city.  They had these bread buns that were to die for…” Peri explained.

 “Ah yeah I know the ones you’re talking about.  They were pretty good, not as good as Cup Noodles though…” Gladio smirked.

 “Whatever.” Peri said rolling her eyes.

 Gladio laughed as he gave her a playful nudge “Ok, your turn Peri girl.”

 Peri snapped her head turning to him “What…did you just…”

 “It’s your turn to ask me something…” Gladio said as he watched her stare at him.

 “What do you…uh, do in your spare time when you’re not on missions?” Peri asked hesitantly.

 “Mainly recharge, help out with things around the city, catch up on my reading…” Gladio rattled off.

 “You read?” Peri said surprised.

 Gladio chuckled “Yup, nothing better than kicking back with a beer and a book.  Why, you surprised or somethin’?”

 “Well…you kind of don’t take me for the reading type…” Peri said look away.

 “What kind of type do you take me for?” Gladio suavely.

 Peri sighed and rolled her eyes “Forget it…”

 Gladio chuckled “I get it…I know I look like the meat head muscle type.  If you give me a chance I can show you I’m more than just that…”

 Peri blushed unwillingly at his comment as they continued to walk.

 “So what about you?  Any hidden talents I should know about?  You know…besides being badass with a sword.” Gladio asked her.

 “Don’t really have time for hobbies.” Peri said bluntly.

 “Come on…there has to be something…” Gladio said egging her on.

 Peri sighed before finally answering him “Before the darkness…I used to garden.”

 “Ah so you have a green thumb huh?” Gladio responded wiggling his thumb in the air.

 Peri shrugged “I guess…it was a good way to unwind after a long hunt.  We used to have a roof top garden but…well you know.”

 Gladio nodded “Right…”

 They continued walking, albeit in silence.  Gladio looked at her and gave her a playful nudge “Unless we’re at your place it’s your turn for a question.”

 Peri shook herself out of her own thoughts and gave him a quick nod. After a moment she turned him, finally thinking of her next question “Any other Family I don’t know about?”

 “Just a younger sister, Iris.” Gladio said matter of factly.

 Peri thought for a moment before something clicked in her head “She’s not…Iris the daemon slayer is she?”

 Gladio chuckled “Yup, the one and only.  I guess you can say fighting runs in the family.”

 Peri slowly nodded as she absentmindedly asked her next question “What about your dad?  I mean I know about your mom but….”

 Gladio frowned as he turned away from her for a moment.  He gave a sad sigh as he ran his fingers through his long dark brown locks “My dad….he was killed during the treaty signing.”

 Peri bit her lip nervously “Oh…I’m…I’m sorry.  That…really sucks loosing both parents…”

 “It’s cool…that’s life though right?” Gladio said as he looked off into the distance.

 “My mom died when Sera was two…my dad…got injured in a hunting mishap and had to retire early.  He opened up the tavern in town as a second career but…as the years went on his lingering injuries got worse and Sera ended up taking over most of the regular duties.  I help out when I can but…” Peri rambled out to a stunned Gladio.

 “That sucks…I’m sorry…” Gladio said with a frown.

 “It’s fine…that’s life right?” Peri said firing back his words from earlier.

 Gladio nodded with a small smile “Yeah…”

 There was a moment of silence between the two before Peri spoke up again “Aren;t you going to ask me something?”

 “Nah…you kind of answered a question before…even if the answer was unsolicited.  I’ll let you go again.” Gladio said with a smirk.

 Peri hummed to herself as she tapper her chin.  She had to admit, she was kind of enjoying this.

 “If you’re such a lady killer why are you still single?” Peri asked curiously.  If the rumors were true it didn’t make sense that he hadn’t hooked up with someone long term by now.

 Gladio smirked “ I wouldn’t exactly call myself a lady killer perse…more socially open.  And I never said I was single.”

 Peri rolled her eyes at him “Really Gladio?  You just took my sister and I out on a double date and you’re not single?”

 “So you agree this was a date then?” Gladio said with a wide smile.

 “Gladio…” Peri groaned at him.

 “Ok, ok…sorry couldn’t resist.” he laughed as they continued walking.

 Peri frowned “You still didn’t answer my question…”

 “Well, if you haven’t noticed my life style isn’t exactly good for long term relationships.  I’m gone a lot…sometimes for months at a time.  Most women want more commitment from there guy than what I can give them and end it within the first few months.” Gladio explained.

 “Maybe you just haven’t met the right one…” Peri commented as they rounded the corner to her apartment building.

 Gladio looked down at her and gave her a warm smile “Maybe…”

 Peri looked up to see they reached her family’s flat “Well, this is me…uh, thanks for the dinner and what not…”

 “Hey wait…aren’t you gonna explain to me why you’re still single?” Gladio said reaching out to her.

 Peri bit her lip nervously “I…it’s complicated…”

 Gladio folded his arms and gave her a smirk “I got some time…”

 At that moment the door to Peri’s apartment swung open to reveal her father standing in the passage way.  Peri looked over in horror as she watched her father rub the sleep out of his eyes and look between the two.

 “Back already?  Where’s Sera?” Frank said with a yawn.

 Peri gave a heavy sigh as she responded “She…took a detour…she should be home soon.”

 “Ah…well you know yer sister…maybe it’ll be in the morning.” Frank said shaking his head.

 Gladio chuckled “See…I’m not the only one.”

 Frank cranked his neck up, meeting Gladio’s gaze “And who is this spry young man?”

 “Gladiolus sir.  I was just making sure your daughter got home alright.  Uh, your other daughter is with my friend Prompto…he’s pretty harmless so you don’t have anything to worry about…” Gladio said with a laugh.

 Frank extended out his hand “Ahh, so you’re the famous Gladio I’ve overheard my daughters talking about…names Frank…I’m Peri and Sera’s father…”

 Gladio took the man’s hand and gave it a firm shake “Pleasures all mine sir.”

 Peri looked back between Gladio and her father.  It was almost nauseating how polite he was being with him.

 “The kettle’s still on…why don’t you come on in for a few minuets?” Frank asked him with a warm smile.

 Gladio turned to Peri, silently seeking permission before accepting.

 Peri gave a defeated sigh before gesturing to the door “Come on in…”

 The group walked in as Frank lead them into the kitchen “So…you got a last name son?”

 “Amicitia.” Gladio said without thinking.

 Frank stopped in his tracks as he heard Gladio’s answer.  Peri looked over to see her father in deep thought.

 “Amicitia huh?  Are you apart of the same Amicitia family from the Crown City?”  Frank asked looking away from them.

 “Yes sir.  The one and only…” Gladio responded without hesitation.

 Peri felt now was a good time to interject between the two “He’s actually the Prince’s shield papa.”

 “Well, my duties are suspended until he returns…when he returns…” Gladio emphasized.

 “Prince’s shield huh?  Then you must be related to Clarus then.” Frank responded reflectively.

 Gladio nodded “Yes…he was my father…”

 Frank frowned “Was huh?  Shit…must mean he didn’t make it out of the city then…can’t say I’m surprised.  Figured by now he would have popped up her in Lestallum otherwise…and from what I remember he was attached at the hip to the king.”

 “Did…you know my father?” Gladio questioned intrigued.

 Frank nodded “Yep…Clarus and I go way back to our training days.  He whooped my ass a few times here and there…but what else would you expect from the future captain of the Crownsguard?”

 Gladio rubbed his chin “Dad never mentioned he knew anyone outside the wall…”

 “Probably because we knew each other inside it.  After I left the Crown City we lost touch…I don’t even think he knew where I was at after that…” Frank explained.

 “Why did you leave?” Gladio asked curiously.

 Frank smiled “It’s a long story son…maybe I’ll tell it to you another time.”

 Gladio nodded as Peri handed them both mugs of hot tea.  Frank gladly took his mug and raised it to them “I’ll be on to bed now…don’t keep my daughter up too late son.”

 “Don’t worry, just going to finish my tea and be on my way.  Thank you for allowing me into your home.” Gladio said with a nod.

 Peri looked back at him giving him a skeptical look, she couldn’t believe he was buttering up her father.

 Frank chuckled before leaving “You got manners, Clarus dun taught you right.  Hope to see you around son.”

 One her father was gone from the kitchen Peri gritted her teeth in annoyance “What the hell was that?!?”

 “What do you mean?  You heard the man, I was being polite.” Gladio smirked.

 “Oh no, no, no, no…you’re not slithering your way into my life by buttering up my pops.” Peri said waiving her finger in front of him.

 Gladio gently grabbed her waggling finger, stopping her motion and gave her a smirk “Oh I was well into your life way before the buttering…”

 Peri yanked her hand away and frowned, knowing he was right “Well…whatever…I just agreed to one dinner, that was it…this is the last time…”

 “Do you really want this to be the last time?” Gladio questioned her as he sipped his tea.

 Peri gave a heavy sigh as she looked down into her mug “I…listen, my life was going fine until you barged your way into it.  Now it’s like no matter what I do I can’t get rid of you!”

 Gladio put his mug down before he walked over to her, lifting her chin. Peri’s gray eyes widened as she started back into his bright amber ones.

 “You want to know what I think?  I think you talk a lot of talk but in reality…you really don’t feel that way.  I don’t know the reason why yet, but if you really wanted to be rid of me you could have easily denied any of my suggestions, ended conversations, not have accepted my free drink at your family bar.  And the truth being,I would have backed off.  You know that, I know that…I think tonight proved that.  So why fight it?” Gladio said with a confident smirk.

 Peri froze for a moment before moving away from him, crossing her arms and shaking her head “I hate you.”

 “No you don’t.” Gladio laughed as he went back to drinking his tea.

 Peri rolled her eyes as she picked up her mug and gulped down her drink, hiding the blush in her cheeks that was slowly creeping up.  He was right, and she hated that fact.

 At that moment the two looked up to see Sera stumble through the front door of the flat.  Nonchalantly she took off her heels and left them by the door, as she looked up Peri couldn’t help but notice her sisters kiss swollen lips and the light love bit on her collar bone.

 Sera looked up at them and smirked “Damn, and here I thought I was going to be the one to bring a guy home tonight, bravo sister.”

 Peri groaned as she rolled her eyes “He’s not staying, he’s leaving as soon as he is done with his drink.”

 Sera winked “Right…”

 “Seems like you and Prompto had a pretty good time tonight.” Gladio smirked.

 “You could say that…well, good night sister, Gladio…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Sera cheered as she walked out of the room.

 Peri sighed “She is a menace…”

 “Nah, she’s just having fun teasing you…” Gladio laughed.

 As they both finished their tea Peri couldn’t help but look up at Gladio’s scars, even way back when she first saw him at HQ they intrigued her.

 “Is there something on my face?” he asked as he took her mug from her and placed it in the sink.

 “Umm…kind of?” Peri said not thinking of her answer.

 Gladio mockingly clutched his heart “Ouch…my wounded pride.  How will I ever look at myself in the mirror again.”

 “Vain much?” Peri said raising her eyebrow skeptical.

 Gladio laughed and waived her off “Nah I’m just joking with yah.  I’ve had these bad boys for years now.  Kind of grew to like em, something about upping my danger factor with the ladies.”

 “How did you get them?” Peri blurted out.

 Gladio pointed up to his left eye “This bad boy, protecting the prince from some jerk with a broken beer bottle at a bar in Insomnia.”

 “What about the other one?” Peri asked quietly.

 Gladio smirked “Would you believe me if I told you Gilgamesh?”

 “Gilgamesh?  Umm now I think you are full of shit…” she said skeptically.

 “Ask the Marshall…he’ll vouch.  I got a matching one on across my chest too.  Home boy doesn’t play.” Gladio laughed.

 “I’ll pass.” Peri said waiving him off.

 Peri walked him to the door as Gladio finally calmed his laughter “Well, thanks for the tea…and you know letting me in and letting me meet your old man.”

 “Never intended you to meet my old man, or invite you in for tea.” Peri rebutted.

 “Right…we’ll kind of funny our dads knew each other…don’t you think?” Gladio said nonchalantly.

 “I guess…who would have thought…” Peri said unenthused.

 “Was your dad in the Crownsguard or…” Gladio began before Peir cut him off.

 “My dad doesn’t talk much about his time in the Crown City so I wouldn’t know.” she said quickly.

 “Oh…ok, I get it…touchy subject.” Gladio said looking away.

 Peri sighed “Not for me…for him.  My father left the Crown City thirty years ago and never looked back….became a hunter, met my mother and settled here in Lestallum.  I don’t ask him about it because any time I brought it up he would change the subject.”

 Gladio nodded silently in thought “Kind of ironic both of our dads knew each other.”

 Peri rolled her eyes “Don’t think too much into it.  It’s just a coincidence.”

 “I dunno…I think it’s more like fate…” Gladio smirked.

 “Annnnd now it’s time for you to go.  Goodnight Gladio.” Peri said cutting him off as she turned to go back into the house.

 Before she got too far Gladio grabbed her by the arm to stop her “Hey wait…I had a good time tonight.  Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

 Peri turned around to face him, a hopeful look on his face as he looked down at her.

 “It…wasn’t bad.  I’ll admit it.” Peri said said to him with a small smile.

 Gladio smiled back before he pulled her into a big bear hug.  Peri blushed at the sudden contact as he released her.  With one final wave Gladio turned to leave.  Before he got to far she called out to him “I’ll umm…text you?”

 Gladio turned to face her again and smiled as he responded “Yeah…sounds good.”

 With that Gladio turned to continue his walk back to his place.  He couldn’t help but smile knowing that he made progress tonight.  She was opening up, and seemed to be trusting him more.

 “Hey big guy!” he heard a voice call out.

 Gladio turned to see Prompto running up to him.

 “So, looks like you had a good time tonight.” Gladio smirked as he noticed the fresh love bites on Prompto’s neck.

 Prompto gave a happy sigh “Amazing…Sera is amazing…she’s smart, funny, driven.  She get’s our whole deal working on Cor’s missions.  I think I’m in love dude.”

 Gladio chuckled “Slow it down there buddy, you only went on one date.”

 “But you don’t get it.  I’ve never clicked with anyone like that before!  Well…not since I met Noct.  It just, feels right you know?”  Prompto explained.

 “Yeah, I got yah.” Gladio said acknowledging him.

 “I mean, I figured you would get it…with you pursuing Sera’s sister and all.  She must mean something to you if you haven’t moved on yet.  I have to admit, she doesn’t really seem like your type.” Prompto admitted.

 “Yeah…I know…but there’s just something with her…I can’t figure it out, but hopefully now that she’s more open with me I will.” Gladio commented as they continued their way back to their apartments.

 Prompto turned to him with a smirk “So how did the rest of your date go after we left you?  I mean you’re coming back from her house soooo…”

 “Well I met her father…” Gladio smirked.

 “Whoa….what kind of a guy is he?   Anything I should be worried about?” Prompto said nervously.

 Gladio shook his head “Nah…you’ll be fine.  Trust me he will love you.”

 Prompto let out a sigh of relief “Thank the astrals…because I was really nervous for a moment when she told me he used to be a hunter.”

 Soon they approached Gladio and Iris’s flat and Gladio said goodbye to Prompto with a waive.  As he made his way up the stairs he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought about his night.  The more he got to know about her the more he felt this inexplicable pull to her.  He had never felt that way about a girl before and if he was being honest with himself it freaked him out, but on the other hand he was excited to see where this relationship with Peri would bring him.

 One thing he knew for sure though…he was going to see Peri Lorenzi again, and the only thing he could hope for was that she was feeling the same pull to him as he was to her.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Camping Trip.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language (little bit)

Word Count: 2207

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Eight.

Chapter Index

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Maggie

Maybe pulling an all-nighter last night wasn’t such a good idea. I went to bed at 3 and was up today at 6 to prepare everything for out weekend in the Anglokian park in Maryland. Weather was going to be good this weekend and with luck we would arrive at 8 there.

I had prepared a change of clothes, my fishing equipment some snacks, we has divided the chores between the 7 of us.

Don was coming, I don’t know when was the last time I was so eager to see a boy, we hadn’t talked much this week, he had to work with Raymond. I had to tell him about last week.

That aside, I missed him. He was this really closed off don’t talk about my family special agent, but sometimes I worried sick about him, that split second when I thought that one day I may never see him again always left me nauseous. But whatever, might as well enjoy my time with him these next to days, maybe he’ll open up to me a bit more.

My phone rang and I took my things while answering it

“Hello?”

“I’m outside, need help carrying anything?” Don asked me.

“Nope, I’ll be right down”

I hung up and took my things, making sure I took everything I needed then closed the door of my apartment.

I dashed downstairs and outside to find Don looking through his trunk, I left my thing in the side of the car for him to arrange

“How are you?” I asked, giddy to see him, he looked at me and gave me a smile while taking my bag

“I’m fine, are you a morning person?”

My eyes settled on the fading purple spot on his temple, accompanied with little cuts, I frowned and moved to look at him properly.

“The hell happened to you?” I asked concerned. He frowned back and shut the trunk facing me

“What?”

“Your…” I motioned at his head “are you OK?”

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“But what happened?”

“I fought three Chinese killers on the tenth floor of a building under construction” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world “shall we? I’m not a morning person until my second coffee”

I nodded, still shaken up, but followed him to the car, I sat shotgun, looking at him as he set himself to drive. He looked at me and smiled at my confused expression.

“I’m fine Maggie”

“People are gonna ask questions about it”

“Don’t you think it makes me look tough?” He said playfully as he drove down the street, I let out a smile while letting my shoulders down. “So, while I was single handedly taking down three martial arts experts, what did you do?”

“I bought a ficus.” He laughed, making me smile “and I began personal defense clases, two times a week”

“Any special motive for that?”

“Raymond knows”

His expression changed while he gave me a look, setting his eyes in the road again

“What did he say, exactly?”

“He said that he doesn’t want to hurt me, that he works for you for a good reason and that he trusts I won’t tell you anything that could endanger his…. Contingency plans. So, I’m a cross road now”

“How come?”

“I want to help, but if I help you Reddington kills me?”

“I trust your judgment, Maggie. I know that you’ll tell us the right thing at the right time”

I nodded, looking at the road as we parked near a coffee shop, I was the first to open the door and head out before Don, seeing that it was my turn to pay for the coffee.

Gina and I had settled in meeting with everyone at her house and then drive together to the park.

At Gina’s house, we met with Marcus’ friends for work, Matt and Damon, I loved that already. Gina’s friend was an old friend from college named Laura who the second she set her eyes on Donald couldn’t conceal a little smirk.

Too bad honey, you’re stuck with the nerds on this car ride.

“Well, now I can take ‘Hang out with Matt Damon’ out of my bucket list”

I chuckled, looking at Don, who just gave me a polite smile. We settled back in the car after some fast breakfast at Gina’s, then we began driving, following her car.

“You don’t know who I’m talking about do you. Matt Damon?” He just shrugged his shoulders at me “Matt Damon?” I asked again, stressing out the name “how can you not know who Matt Damon is? You’re a man”

“Unless he’s a convicted felon I don’t hold other kind of names”

“Jason Bourne? Bourne identity? It’s the best movir about CIA undercover operations, they try to take down Bourne. It’s three movies and counting.”

“And why are you watching these movies?”

“Matt Damon is hot”

I saw him roll his eyes and shake his head at me with a little smile. I turned to look at the city disappear behind us.

The car ride was silent, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, I liked to watch through the window if I wasn’t driving, and Donald probably used this time to think, the radio was on, broadcasting the hits of the summer though it was the exact opposite, we were nearing down on winter.

“Do you like winter?” I asked, still looking outside.

“Too much clothes, makes the job uncomfortable sometimes”

“I bet you have a large mid thigh black coat”

“I do have one” he said frowning  “how do you know this?”

“I just picture you with it, it would be cozy but flexible for you to work, chase bad guys and the likes”

He smirked and gave me a quick look.

“And you?”

“I don’t have a trench coat” I said shaking my hand in denial “I love winter. Snow days, cozy up in bed, watching snow pour, hot cup of coffee”

“Matt Damon” I chuckled and looked at him

“Specially Matt Damon to keep me warm” I winked at him when I he gave me a look. “But I like blondes better”

“Keep the lineage up?”

I looked at my blonde hair sprawled on my chest.

“Maybe. I dyed it brown once”

“Mmm. I bet it lighted up your eyes”

I smiled and looked away, trying to hide my blush from him, that only meant he had been looking at me with detention.

“When I was young my friends dyed my hair on my birthday when I was asleep”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“Your dad was mad right?”

“He was fuming” I laughed again.

“Do you have pictures of that?”

“I’ll have to dig in for some. Do you have pictures with brown hair?”

“Yeah, I have some on my phone”

“Well, I show you mine when I have it and you show me yours. I’ll decide if I like you better blonde or brunette”

Was Donald flirting? With me? I mean, yeah, if he wants to flirt I’ll flirt him back but… Me? I don’t think he noticed that to me that was a flirt, or he was really good at hiding it. What I wasn’t good at hiding was my stupid starstruck smile for the whole ride.

That compliment about my eyes and the hair thing had me giddy as fuck. It felt like it’s been forever since I’ve been told something cute.

Maybe it was the fact that I had seen Don as a friend for so many months now that this under cover flirting was really getting to me… Or maybe I was falling for Ressler.

Ressler

I think I can recall the last time I was in this position, was maybe the first year after I got in the agency, we used to have barbecues, or simply moments like this. A fire, some beer, friends, laughs, jokes.

Then, I became a field agent, and then I began searching for Red. I had no free days, no more barbecues and gatherings for months, and the ones that I did ended up going ended up with me talking back about work with the people who I was with.

This was a different scenario entirely. I was sitting in front of a fire, beer in hand, just looking at how the conversation flowed. It was something beautiful to have company who wasn’t on the same job I was.

I told everyone I was with law enforcement, which wasn’t a lie, but everyone believed I just took charges when people came to present them, and the punch in the side of my head was from the little times I got out to patrol.

I refused to address Matt before Damon, now that I knew about the little inside joke they had in the group. Damon and Matt’s work was analytics, things I really didn’t care about, but I knew that I had a new set of eyes when I needed a second opinion.

Laura, Gina’s friend, hadn’t stop giving me flirty looks and suggestive commentaries throughout the weekend. Gina and her husband Marcus were good people, married people who were looking to not get bored of each other.

Then there was Maggie, my confidant, my fishing buddy with whom I spent 5 hours talking while fishing this morning, the one who took me out of a uncomfortable situation or quietly whispered at me about pop culture references they were throwing around. The one who made me belong in a group of people with whom I had nothing in common, but we all had her in common somehow. She was the one who knew how I liked my coffee, the one we walked with me when I felt like going hiking, the one who got her hands dirty with work, setting up a fire, looking for wood, making a tent. She was simply the best person I could’ve asked for to share my off days with.

I forgot about work for two days, I was able to turn down my phone for those two days and not feel guilty that I was having a good time. If something happened it wouldn’t be on me, that’s what I got from that weekend, that it was OK to have some spare time.

And here we were again, just Maggie and I up since 7 am, having our last breakfast at the cabin. Everyone had gotten so wasted on the last day we weren’t expecting to come back until 6 pm. Maggie knew I had to sober up for work, and here she was, pouring me a coffee.

“What are you thinking about?”

She set the coffee in front of me, sitting down on my side as she pulled her bowl of cereal to her.

“That I don’t want to go back to the routine after this”

“Right? Chasing down criminals doesn’t sound as appealing now”

“It really doesn’t, no. We haven’t even seen Bourne Ultimatum”

“They find out who he actually is in that one” she pointed out. “Gina was talking about doing this once a month, if the weather is good with us. I’ll let you know if you’re interested in being a permanent member of the group”

“Sign me up”

“That will get you an immediate addition to the chat group and the moral obligation to participate in some embarrassing karaoke nights”

“I’ll take the hit” she gave me another smile and a little clap of her hands as she continued to eat her breakfast.

“I’ll record you and upload the video to YouTube”

“And I’ll have Aram block you account”

She gave me a little stank eye, to which I laughed at.

The road back and subsequent drop off of Maggie to her place was a bummer, going back to work tomorrow was going to be tough, and by the looks of the texts when I turned my phone again in the car, Reddington had a few cases for us. Some interesting ones at that.

Maggie entered her apartment and left her purse on the table, looking around the house as I left her bags on the kitchen counter.

“Everything OK?” I asked, since she was still suspiciously looking around.

“Yeah, it’s just that I had a neighbor come and look at the plants while I was away”

“Nothing is missing?”

“Apparently not, but I guess I’ll look and not find” she gave me a smile “thank you for helping me” she motioned at her things.

“Thank you for inviting me Mags, I had the best time I’ve had in a while” I was walking down to the door while she gave me a little smile.

“You deserve it”

I gave her another smile as I tucked my hands on my pockets.

“I think I’ll be busy for the next few days so, don’t worry if I don’t pick up”

She nodded and leaned on the door, her eyes drooping, she was tired

“I’ll see you one of this days” she gave me another nod as I moved to begin walking out. She waved me goodbye and I walked down the hall

Back to my car, back to the routine.

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FIC REC’S OF 2017 part 2 (january)

Where Your Heart Is by anhcor, tvshows_addict (154k) CHAPTERED

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process. HATE TO LOVE, POETRY

Hold My Heart by anonymous for H/L Exchange 2016 (14k) ONE SHOT 

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.

“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”

Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.

Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.

Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight. FAMOUS/NOT FAMOUS, MILE HIGH CLUB

What Do You Mean He’s Coming? by MediaWhore (15k) ONE SHOT

When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

Harry is screwed. FAMOUS/NOT FAMOUS, WEDDINGS

For You I Saved The Love (I Never Knew How To Give) by pinky_heaven19   (42k) CHAPTERED

Harry's face completely changed. “Oh, is that a child?” He sounded almost hopeful.

“Yeah, that's my daughter, Lillian,” he said, unable to contain the pride in his voice and stepped aside.

Harry peeked inside and grinned. “Can I meet her?”

Louis blinked. “Yeah, sure. Come in,” he said and the man followed him inside.

His daughter was looking at him curiously. Her face was red and wet from her tears, but she had calmed down to silent sniffles.

“This is our neighboor, Harry. Come say hi to him.”

The little girl looked at Harry and gave him a shy smile. He kneeled in front of the armchair and held out his hand. “I'm Harry, what's your name?”

“Lilly,” she replied, softly. She looked at his hand and took it in her own small ones. Louis' eyes widened.

“Like the flower?” Harry asked and she nodded, happily. “It's very nice to meet you, Lilly,” he shook her hand up and down as far as her arms could go, and all her bad mood was gone in an instant, dissolved in a big smile.

OR the one where Louis moves to a small town with his young daughter and has a gorgeous neighbor. Harry loves children and Louis also likes him a little bit. Lots of fluff. KID FIC

Photograph by anhcor, tvshows_addict (207k) CHAPTERED

Harry steadies his jaw. “What do you want from me?”

Louis’ bottom lip wobbles. “I’m not gay.”

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”

And at that, Louis seems to completely lose his shit. He rushes towards Harry, banging his fists on Harry’s collarbones in a frenzy, and begins yelling-- “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!”

Tears are rushing down his cheeks, and then he’s shoving Harry away, drunk out of his ass, causing Harry to stumble back a bit. Louis then begins to clutch at himself, fisting his own clothes to his chest, dribble falling from his mouth, his arms shaky and his back hunched.

“Fuckfuckfuckufkcufkc!” He spits, face contorted, hands trembling. “I hate you!”

“No, you don’t.” Harry steps forward, face concerned. “You don’t hate me.”

-

An epic love story in which Harry is too in love for his own good, Louis is in denial of his sexuality, and they write songs instead of actually talking to each other. CANON COMPLIANT, UNREQUITED LOVE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Play The Odds by alivingfire (25k) ONE SHOT 

Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don't know. Glory, Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don't do much in this economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn't expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis.

Namely, he doesn't expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend.

Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis. FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Chestnuts Roasting... And All That by elsi_bee (46k) ONE SHOT

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along. FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP, HOLIDAYS AU

Life As We Know It by Rearviewdreamer (34k) CHAPTERED

When a couple dies unexpectedly Harry and Louis are brought together to care for their daughter. KID FIC, MINOR(?) CHARACTER DEATH, FRIENDS TO LOVERS