#shes got that permanent deer in headlights look

[foileadeux]

forgot i havent belleposted. heres isabelle. she was forced to eat cement when she was 6

[asvterias]

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 (𝟥)

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: Just Heartfelt Fluff

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Bestfriend!Milagro x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.0k+

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Author’s Note: What’s this??; not me publishing two parts in one day! Kinda got carried away with the fluffy ending but who cares?! :)

Spanish Translations

“mi vida.” — “my life.”

“Cálllate, Milagro!” — “Shut up, Milagro!”

“Cálllate, hermano! No me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?” — “You shut up, bro! You don’t see me having sex with your best friend, do you?”

“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.” — “Uhh, very rude, sis. I’m standing right here.”

“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.” — “Good, then you don’t need me to repeat myself.”

“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” — “Don’t worry, babe. You know that you’ll always be my number one girl.”

Everything seems to be picture perfect as you and Jaime viewed, all hot and bothered in each other’s arms. That was…until shit hit the fan for the both of you.

“Jaime! What the actual fuck are you doing?! And with my best friend?” That voice made your heart stop, instantly breaking out of your bubble. Thoughts of Milagro arriving back and catching you two in the act didn’t cross your mind.

You and Jaime looked at each other like deers caught in headlights as you both stumbled to cover yourselves up with your duvet.

How were you two gonna explain this to Milagro now?

“I’m scarred! For life, I’m permanently scarred.” She covers her eyes despite closing her eyes and leaving the room. Guess she needed double reassurance of security to unsee what she just saw. “(Y/N), where’s the bleach? I need two gallons of it for my eyes.”

“You’ll be fine!” Jaime brushes his sister off.

“Says you; you were the one getting it! Lock the door next time! I’m not ready to be an aunt just yet!” She shouts from the kitchen.

“Shut up, Milagro!” Jaime yells, annoyed at his sister. You got dressed in one of Jaime’s oversized hoodies and slipped into a pair of panties, preparing to leave and talk to Milagro.

“Cállate, hermano! No, me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?”

Her statement causes you to softly giggle at their classical sibling tactics. “We have to go out there and talk to her.”

“No, we don’t,” He brings you in by the waist, tightening his grip so you can’t escape from his loving embrace, “She’s twenty years old, not ten and she’ll get over it.”

“She’s used to seeing me naked, not her older brother.” You defend the situation, your finger wiggling onto his chest. Jaime swiftly got dressed after hearing your concluding sentence.

“Wait, what?” His eyebrows furrowed together in shock and confusion, “When did my sister see you naked?”

“That’s a secret that I’ll take to my grave.” You leave the room.

“What? Why not (Y/N)?” Jaime begrudgingly jumps off the bed and follows after you.

The whole discussion with Milagro was awkward. Why wouldn’t it be awkward? She caught her brother and best friend having sex behind her back. The three of you awkwardly surrounded the small kitchen island, all remaining silent.

“When did this sneaky scandal begin?” That was her first question.

You answered, quickly calculating the time frame. “About two months ago.”

“Are you happy?” She cringes, even at her own words.

“It just happened, Milagro. He was the right guy at the right place and time.” You held her hand, “Please don’t be mad, Millie.”

“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”

Your perisan white cat Mimi jumps on the kitchen counter, and walks over to you, her fluffy tail high in the air and meows in your arms when you pick her up.

“So, are we good, Mil?” You nudge her. “All water under the bridge and shit!”

“Of course, we’re good, (Y/N).” Milagro assures you before gesturing over to her brother, “But out of all people, why my idiotic brother? You could do so much better.”

“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.”

“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.”

Jaime began to argue until you interrupted him. “Guys, we’re getting off track here.”

“Were you guys drunk….when you two first slept with each other,” Your best friend grimaces in horror, shaking her head as she struggles to her words out. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Is this friends with benefits thing going anywhere?”

“I don’t feel comfortable discussing my sex life with my sister.”

“Well, you’re sleeping with my best friend so I’m required to know where this relationship is going.”

“That’s none of your business, that’s between me and (Y/N).” He finalizes. Mimi gestures over to Jaime, wanting to escape from your hands and into his. You scoff at her sudden switch-up, knowing that she was often clingy with you, barely paying attention to Jaime when he came over.

Mimi curls up into Jaime’s arm and he pets her.

“You know for friends with benefits, you two sure act like a couple.”

“What? Where did you get that idea from?”

“Oh come on, even Nana knew before you two idiots.” Milagro rolled her eyes, “She said; ‘There’s nothing like love at first sight, and your best friend and brother are no different to that infamous saying.’ She mimics her grandmother’s words.

“Wait, Is that why mami and papi were acting so weird with me whenever (Y/N) came to visit?”

“Everyone else knew except the two of you.” You stared at Jaime, unable to decipher his thoughts behind his eyes.

Was it true? Were you and Jaime so oblivious that neither of you noticed when other people started to discover the tension between you two? Did Jaime have feelings for you? If so, you were anxiously waiting for his reaction, hoping that you might have the possibility of becoming a couple.

Milagro’s voice broke you from your train of thought. “Don’t make no babies!” Those were her last words before the door slammed shut.

Dreaded silence lingered around the whole apartment as you thought of what to say.

Luckily, Jaime beat you to it and spoke first. “It was true...what I said earlier.” He hesitates.

Mimi jumps out of Jaime’s hold, and scurries off into the living room on a couch, wanting to escape from this current love confession.

“When you said that it was always me, not any other girl. That you’ll always choose me over any girl.” You clarify, recalling his words from doing extracurricular activities with him earlier.

“Yes, all of that is true. I do have feelings for you, (Y/N). I know we made a pact to remain strictly sexual and nothing beyond that but…I’m breaking it because I’m in love with you.”

“I feel the same way,” You whisper, leaning your foreheads together as you caress his face gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. A smile overtook his face, overjoyed at the reciprocated feelings.

You giggled at him when he picked you up, lifting your feet off the ground as you held him tightly. He spun you around, hearing your marvelous laughter erupt from your mouth, and stopped to give you a wholesome kiss.

“You’re free to back out now because there’s no going back anymore once I have you.”

“Oh no, pretty boy, I have no second thoughts, and neither should you. I’m in it for the long haul, all of you.”

A smirk appears on his face, “All of me?”

You quirk an eyebrow, immediately catching on to your unintentional seductive innuendo.

“Don’t push it.” You peck his lips.

“And you better not be holding out on my well-deserved kisses.” He quips, caressing your face as you gaze into his eyes. The boy puckered his lips, “Now I know that you can do better than that.”

You chuckle in amusement at his humor, sending him a thoughtful intimate kiss, as if you were pouring all of your love and affection into it. This time his lips are soft, melting onto your plump brown ones.

When you pull away from him, he gives you a dumbfounded expression, hazy from the powerful kiss.

“Oh yeah, I could certainly get used to this.” He nods, beaming when you pull him in for another kiss.

“Red’s definitely your color.” He says referring to your shade of lipstick as he disconnected your lips. Little does he know that he’s sharing the same faint lipstick on his mouth…and certain parts of his body. “I don’t know why you don’t wear it more often.”

“Because I’m working most of the time, Reyes.”

“Yeah, but when you’re off work, it’s a different story. You should absolutely wear red lipstick occasionally, you look even sexier in red.” You narrowed your eyes at him, urging him to elaborate, noticing his shyness replacing confidence. “Not that you need makeup to look sexier. I was just— meant to say that you do whatever you want to do.”

“Well, I do know that I look sexy in red, Jaime.” You tease him. “But I think that you prefer me with nothing at all. Just all natural, isn’t that right?” Although he grew used to your confidence, you still rendered him clueless and flustered at times.

Mimi brushes against your legs, making her presence known again, causing you to pull away from Jaime. Picking her up gently, she meowed in affection.

“You also have a stepdaughter now.” You held up Mimi excitedly, waving your medium-sized cat in front of your boyfriend.

He laughs as Mimi reaches out for Jaime. Your cat cuddles into his embrace and lounges her body all over him.

“Kiss-ass,” You mutter folding your arms, avoiding eye contact with either of them, hating that your boyfriend’s attention is already being stolen away by your cat, “Just so you know, I’m not fighting with my daughter over my boyfriend.”

With Mimi comfortably adjusted on his left arm, he stretches his other arm across your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You have to crane your neck just to look up at him because he is almost nearly 6 feet tall.

“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” He places a kiss on your temple, content when you snuggle into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The cat cuddling Jaime screeches in betrayal, seemingly understanding the different language.

“Apparently, Mimi understands Spanish as well.” He jokes, looking down at the cat, whose eyes narrow down in annoyance and disappointment. Attempting to bring up Mimi’s mood, he scratches her head and kisses her on the head as well. The persian cat purrs lovingly in response as she rests her head on his chest.

You swoon over the wholesome interaction between your boyfriend and your dear cat.

“I love you, mi vida.” He kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Perhaps some rules were made to be broken, exploring the boundaries and the depth of the type of relationship. Either way, you finally had Jaime and you were never letting go of him. Hopefully, your new healthy relationship will transpire into a long-term relationship, full of mutual respect, admiration, and most importantly, communication. He was determined to make him the best boyfriend that you dated.

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[toriisasimp]

Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

-

It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

-

At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

-

<3

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 19- Breeding w/Seungmin

⤷ warnings: switch!seungmin, switch!reader, dubcon, unprotected sex

⤷ word count: 520

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You guys had roles— not really but he was always the Dom in the bed while you were subbing, it was routine at this point.

What you started to notice is the way he acts when he cums. His moans get higher in pitch but he doesn't think you notice.

you wanted to test a theory. So the next time you guys were in bed, you insisted on riding him.

"What my baby wants she gets right?" He pulls you into a kiss, settling you onto his lap. You start to grind onto his crotch, not so subtly as you wanted it to be.

He pulls away to catch his breath while taking off your pants. Doing to same to himself.

Pushing your panties to the side, he rubs two fingers through your folds.

"So wet for me baby"

"Want- want your cock, please." You try to lower his underwear, quickly getting a slap on your thigh.

"Be my good girl and wait." Though his voice is stern, he pulls down his underwear freeing his cock. Reaching over to get a condom.

"N-No! Don't want." You grab his hand, putting it on your hips.

You see him hesitate, eyes flickering all over the room before gaining his composure again. "You sure?"

"Yes, fuck me seungmin please" lifting your hips up, nudging the tip against your hole.

You didn't get a verbal response, instead you felt his hips hitting your thighs. Gasping on impact.

"So warm princess" he has a tight grip on your hips. Pushing you up and down his cock before you take control. Going at your own pace.

You could feel each and every twitch of his cock against your walls. Wondering why it took you guys so long to fuck raw.

"Stop clenching— fuck" seungmin whines, trying to slow your hips down.

"Let- let me pull out"

"No." He looks at you in awe. Where did you get the confidence to do that? He didn't know you were still taking birth control. Not knowing the "future" consequences of his actions really didn't impact you guys as much as he thinks.

"I don't wanna cum inside let me go." You can still feel him twitch inside of you. Pre cum leaking.

"Face it, if you wanted to you would have pushed me off. You are stronger right seungminnie?" You see him pause, looking at you like a deer in headlights

"N-no, just get off."

"Pathetic." You say in a condescending tone. Pushing his back flat against the bed.

"You like this don't you? Like being treated like a little bitch?"

He falls silent, hands clenched into fists.

"Wanna cum? Make me pregnant?" You speed up your movements. Holding onto his waist for support.

"Please, I'll do anything just-" you shh him, putting a finger to his lips.

"You don't want to breed me up Minnie? Such a shame"

"F-fuck gonna cum" he whines closing his eyes. Bucking his hips up involuntarily.

You came as he came, clenching around his cock while milking him for everything hes got.

"Gotta go another round, make sure it sticks."

[agentstovring]

Know No Shame

Title: Know No Shame

Pairing: Arasha/Brianna Boho (Smosh)

Rating: E for Explicit

Notes: This started as a stupid joke I told Snel, then turned into a short crack fic, and ended up being an earnest and smutty thing of its own.

You can also find this on Ao3

Arasha was a huge fan of late call times. Whenever the call time was later than 10 a.m., the morning felt ripe with possibilities; she could go to the gym before work; she could clean her apartment; she could make her own healthy lunch to bring to the office. Not that she ever did any of that, of course; in reality, late call times just meant feeling less bad about staying up late watching reality TV.

She was never going to be motivated like Shayne, going to the gym at the ass crack of dawn to lift weights and listen to audio books; or organized like Selina, who somehow left every room tidier than she found it; or dedicated like Garrett, bringing in vegan lunches full of colorful veggies.

Instead, she came barreling into the Smosh offices at 10.02 a.m. on a Tuesday, officially two minutes late to an already late call time. It was no secret that most of the cast members had a loosey goosey relationship with time; but Arasha was still technically one of the new kids, and she was still trying to show that she respected the schedule. Thankfully, she wasn’t last to arrive, and once she’d dropped her stuff off at her desk, she headed to the kitchen for coffee.

Late call times allowed plenty of time to swing by a Starbucks on the way to the office; but did she do that? No. She slept an extra 15 minutes instead. She’d regretted making that decision countless times, and today was no different. The coffee at Smosh was excellent; even after they’d run out of My Favorite Coffee, Ian made sure they only stocked the good stuff.

However, the mug situation was dire, as most of the office had started bringing their own mugs from home. This meant that the mugs that belonged to the company rarely got replaced when they were inevitably broken, and these days there were few survivors left in the kitchen cupboard. Especially for those arriving late, as the people with early call times had already helped themselves.

Arasha was preparing for disappointment as she entered the kitchen, but what she actually got was quite the opposite. A well-shaped ass only half-covered by a pair of black short shorts; and long legs in fishnet tights and thigh-high boots with a killer heel. Then – as the owner of the beforementioned ass and legs stood up fully – long, shiny hair so perfectly platinum blonde that Arasha was briefly blinded by it.

Brianna Boho turned around, giving Arasha an eyeful of her perfectly round boobs fighting gravity in a red, corset-like top. Arasha’s eyes snapped up to look her in the eyes instead, trying desperately to not look like a deer caught in headlights when Brianna spotted her.

“Hey, Arash,” she said, sounding annoyed. “Are there actually no mugs in this entire office? If Smosh can’t even afford dishware, I’m seriously worried about my day rate.”

Arasha hadn’t quite gotten used to Brianna – in fact, she failed to see how anyone could, between her radiant beauty and outrageous personality. Not to mention, Brianna was freelance, so she wasn’t at the offices often enough to be a familiar presence. Whenever she caught herself ogling Brianna, Arasha would tell herself that her crush was just a short-lived infatuation; that she was like a kid wanting a shiny new toy.

She tried to convince herself that if Brianna were a salaried employee and permanent fixture in the office, it would be all the exposure therapy Arasha needed to not get so flustered around her. Sometimes she almost believed it.

Realizing that Brianna was still looking at her expectantly, Arasha cleared her throat awkwardly and nodded. “Mugs. Not easy to come by in this office.”

She folded her arms over her chest, then reconsidered and put her hands in her pockets, reconsidered again and let her arms hang uselessly by her sides. She clenched her fists to fight the urge to fold her arms again.

Brianna raised a perfect eyebrow. “So... No mugs?”

Arasha felt her armpits start to sweat. The awkwardness in her own voice was like nails on a chalkboard when she heard herself say, “Let me find one for you.”

Before Brianna could respond, Arasha rushed out of the kitchen, cursing her own weirdness all the way to the bullpen. She walked up to the first person she saw, which happened to be Ian.

“Good morning, Arasha,” he said, barely looking up from his phone. He was holding a thermal travel mug.

“Mugs,” Arasha said with the immediacy of a doctor in an ICU.

“Mugs was my father, please, call me Ian,” Ian said. “You look stressed, what’s going on?”

“There are no more mugs in the kitchen, and I need a mug. Ideally two mugs. Where can I find a mug?”

Ian seemed to sense that another joke would not be well-received and said, “I left my thermal at home yesterday, so I used one from here; I think it’s still in my office.”

“Thank you!” Arasha all but sprinted away from him.

Ian sipped his coffee. “Kids these days. They love mugs.”

Arasha did indeed find a mug in Ian’s office; it said SHOOT DOOD on it, and there was a bit of cold coffee left at the bottom, but Arasha carried it like it was invaluable treasure.

She reentered the kitchen slightly out of breath, holding the mug aloft. Brianna lit up.

“Oh, yay, you found one!”

“I did,” Arasha said and took the mug to the sink. “It’s dirty, though, let me clean it for you.”

“You don’t have to do that; you know I like it dirty,” Brianna giggled, then looked serious. “I’m just kidding; I would not actually drink from someone’s dirty mug. Or I guess that would depend on whose it was.”

Arasha snorted, washing the mug with warm, soapy water. “It was Ian’s.”

“Hm, not the worst. He is kind of hot in like, a divorced dad kind of way.”

Arasha rinsed the mug off and grabbed a dish towel, drying as fast as she could while still being thorough. Out the corner of her eye, she could tell that Brianna was watching her, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger. Finally satisfied with her efforts, she handed the clean mug to Brianna, who thanked her and poured in steaming hot coffee. She took a sip before handing the mug back.

Arasha took the mug automatically, surprised. “Oh, you wanna share it?”

“Yeah, it’s only fair. Unless you don’t feel comfortable.”

“No-no, I’m comfortable. I just- Thank you.”

Arasha sipped the coffee and her eyes closed on their own accord. Fuck, that was really good coffee. She swore she could already feel the caffeine spreading through her body. She gave the mug back to Brianna who just held it.

“It’s a little too hot,” she said, sounding almost awkward. Arasha had no idea she could feel awkward about anything.

For a moment they stood there silently in the kitchen, watching the steam rise out of the mug. Of course, right behind the steam was Brianna’s cleavage, and Arasha’s focus shifted there a few times in spite of her best efforts.

The fridge made a fridge noise and they both startled, then laughed at their own reactions. Arasha desperately tried to think of something to say, but Brianna beat her to it.

“Do you think me and Courtney look alike? I know you guys are friends, so I’m just wondering.”

“Uh, no,” Arasha lied, somehow sensing that that was the correct answer; but wanting to be honest she added, “Maybe in the very beginning, when I first met you. But as I’ve gotten to know you better, I realized that there are more differences than similarities; you’re not even the same kind of blonde.”

Brianna nodded, seemingly satisfied. She sipped from the mug again.

”It kinda bothers me when people compare us; I’m my own person. Also, I don’t see it; for starters, her tatas are supes small compared to mine.” She unsubtly glanced at Arasha’s chest area. “Not that there’s anything wrong with small tits; I have pretty small hands anyway.”

Arasha drew in a breath to say something, then realized the implication of Brianna’s words and froze. Forcing out an awkward laugh, she took out her phone and pretended to read a text. The whole time she felt Brianna’s eyes on her.

Alex Tran appeared in the doorway. “Arasha, we need you on set.”

“Right!” She shoved her phone back in her pocket and gave Brianna a small wave as she followed Alex out. Brianna reached out and barely brushed her arm, but it was enough to stop her dead in her tracks.

“Are you working on Friday?” Brianna asked, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah- Yes. Uh-huh.”

“Me too. You should wear a skirt.”

Arasha choked a little on thin air, then swallowed hard. “Okay,” she squeaked and speedwalked to catch up with Alex, heart pounding in her throat. What the fuck was that?!

▼

Distracted with work, Arasha made it through the rest of the day without thinking much about Brianna; but once she was in the car headed home, she replayed the last bits of their conversation in her head.

“Wear a skirt,” she said out loud to herself as she stopped at a red light. She tapped the steering wheel with her nails, frowning. “’We’re both working on Friday; you should wear a skirt’ – what?”

She kept turning the words in her head, confused about Brianna’s intention. Arasha was wearing jeans and a sweater; did Brianna want her to dress more feminine? What business was that of hers? Brianna was known for speaking her mind, but Arasha hadn’t ever heard her be critical of the way other people dressed, or even give unsolicited advice.

Besides, she’d specifically asked that Arasha wear a skirt not in general, but specifically the next time they were working together. It didn’t make a lot of sense.

All she knew for sure was, when Brianna had looked her in the eyes and said those words, for a brief few seconds she’d felt as if her knees would give out. The words themselves were completely innocuous, but the way they had sounded from Brianna’s glossy lips made Arasha feel woozy.

She put the speculations out of her mind as she pulled into the Ralphs parking lot, focusing instead on remembering the items on the grocery list she’d left at home. By the time she reached the self-checkout, she had all but forgotten her confused feelings from earlier.

▼

Wednesday and Thursday went by in a haze; shooting weeks were always exhausting, but also the best part of her job. She goofed around with her fellow cast members and the crew during the day, and all but passed out in her bed early in the evening.

It wasn’t until she was leaving work Thursday afternoon that she remembered Brianna’s request again: Friday. Wear a skirt. Arasha felt conflicted. On one hand, what a perfectly easy thing to do; she owned several skirts, and wearing one to work wasn’t weird or challenging in any way. But on the other hand, who was Brianna to dictate her wardrobe? And what was the point?

In a moment of déjà vu, Arasha once again found herself in L.A. traffic, unable to shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than fashion. Imagining herself wearing a skirt to the office, nothing; imagining Brianna’s reaction to her wearing a skirt to the office... not nothing.

Brianna was not in charge; if Arasha wore jeans and acted aloof, the worst outcome would be Brianna being mildly disappointed – if she even remembered or cared. But if Arasha complied, then what? Would Brianna praise her? Reward her efforts? Shifting in the car seat, Arasha sucked in a breath; her stomach muscles clenched, and she realized she was getting wet.

Even though there was no way the people in the other cars could know the state she was in, her cheeks still burned with shame. At the next stop light, she briefly squeezed her thighs together and a small moan escaped her, barely audible over the music playing in her car. She wanted nothing more than to get home, dig a toy out of her bedroom drawer, and drill out any confusing thoughts. There was just one thing she had to do first.

Flipping on her turn signal, she turned right at the last possible second, earning a long, angry honk from the driver behind her. “Yup, fair,” she murmured, nodding her head absentmindedly. The sound still rang in her ears minutes later when she walked into TJ Maxx.

.

She had browsed aimlessly for 10 minutes, unsure of what she was even looking for, and politely rejected two different employees’ offers to help. Finally, while she was already looking towards the next rack of clothes, her fingers brushed over something, and she paused. Lifting the hanger off the rack, she ran her hand over the soft black leather, feeling goosebumps rise on the back of her neck. She didn’t hesitate another second before taking the skirt to the fitting rooms.

Safely behind the door of one of the small rooms, she quickly took off her pants and wiggled into the tight skirt, zipping it up in the back. She smoothed her hands down over her thighs and looked in the mirror; it fit as if tailormade for her. It was a little tighter and shorter than what she’d normally wear, snug around her hips and stopping above her knees, but it was still work-appropriate. By Smosh standards anyway.

Turning to check the fit from all angles, she tried to see herself through Brianna’s eyes, taking in the length of her own smooth, brown legs, and the way the tight leather hugged the curve of her ass. A tingling sensation started in her stomach and crept downwards. What would Brianna do when she saw her? What do you want her to do?

Swallowing hard, Arasha leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, unzipping the skirt and slowly pushing it down over her hips, squeezing her thighs together more than she had to. I want her to take it off me. She let the skirt drop and it fell around her ankles, the lining giving off secondhand warmth. She put her pointer finger under the waistband of her underwear, not taking them off, just feeling her finger stroke across her stomach between fabric and soft skin. She imagined Brianna’s finger in its place and huffed out a small breath as she clenched involuntarily. I want her to strip me down completely. I want her to see me, touch me-

Without consciously deciding to, she pressed the heel off her other hand against her crotch. A wave of pleasure rushed over her; her thighs snapped together, trapping her hand in place; and she let out a loud gasp as her knees buckled and she fell into a crouched position. Shuddering as she tried to collect herself, her mouth dropped open in shock and arousal as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

“Is everything alright in there?” a concerned voice asked from the other side of the flimsy door, and Arasha scrambled to stand upright, frantically pulling her sweater down in case the employee decided to come in.

“Everything’s great! I can’t believe how good I look in this skirt, haha,” she fake-laughed, fully aware of how deranged her voice sounded.

“Okay,” the employee said doubtfully, before walking away, her footsteps growing quieter until they couldn’t be heard at all.

Arasha looked at her own reflection once more, letting go of the hem of her sweater; it slipped back up where it belonged, revealing her grey cotton underwear. A diamond shaped stain of sticky wetness bloomed from the crotch, darkening the fabric. She took a deep breath, swallowing down the hot shame that threatened to rise within her, already making her stomach churn.

She put her pants back on, put the leather skirt back on the hanger, and left the dressing room trying to look as casual as possible. Then she took her find to the register and paid for it, not even hearing the price before swiping her card.

▼

Friday morning Arasha stood next to her bed as the clock ticked mercilessly closer to the time she had to leave for work. She was freshly showered; her hair blow-dried; her makeup done; and her teeth brushed. There was nothing left to do except get dressed; but once she did, there would be no turning back from the decision she was about to make.

She shifted her eyes back and forth between the two outfits she’d laid out: One with pants and one with The Skirt. They were both genuine options; she could just put on the jeans she’d worn dozens of times and go to work like she did any other day. And always wonder in the back of your mind what Brianna wanted. Arasha groaned, shuffling her feet; she really needed to leave soon.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” she said through gritted teeth, grabbing the skirt from the bed. She got dressed, pointedly not looking in the mirror before leaving, in case the sight made her change her mind again.

When she walked through the doors of the Smosh offices, she felt a small sting of panic, but managed to calm herself enough to keep walking. “You are normal,” she said under her breath, stretching out the syllables.

Hoping to dress down the skirt a bit, she’d paired it with a loose-fitting graphic tee that she’d tucked in, and a pair of sneakers to really sell the look as casual. The whole drive over, she’d reassured herself that this was an unassuming outfit, and that none of her coworkers would even notice; she believed it right until she walked onto the Games stage.

“Wow, Arasha,” Courtney said, immediately staring right at the skirt with an appreciative look on their face. “What the hell, you look hot!”

“I don’t normally look hot?” Arasha replied, pretending to be offended.

Spencer grinned at her. “You should have told me it was Sexy Skirt Friday; I would have worn mine.”

“I’m sure we would have all loved to see that,” Tommy drawled as he entered the room, sounding like he wasn’t entirely joking. “Arasha, that skirt is fire.”

Arasha thanked them all in her most nonchalant tone, feeling somewhat relieved now that she’d survived her coworkers’ initial reactions. They all turned their attentions to Spencer, who was summarizing the rules to the board game they’d definitely all prepared to play for the day’s video. Just as he finished, Brianna walked in, boot heels loud against the concrete floor.

“Guys, I’m so sorry I’m late; my nail tech was telling me about her bonkers Tinder date, and I just had to hear the end of the story.”

“That’s.. fine,” Spencer said, never quite sure how to deal with Brianna. “I think we’re ready to start, so take your seats, please.”

Brianna dropped her bag on a chair out of frame and brushed past Arasha as she approached the Games table.

“Nice skirt,” she said casually.

“Thanks, it’s new,” Arasha said without thinking, then instantly regretted ever learning to speak.

Brianna stopped in her tracks and looked back at her, lips curving up in a sly smile. She didn’t say anything else, but there was no doubt that she knew what that implied. Arasha’s face burned as she took her seat, powerless to do anything but focus up and get through the video without disintegrating under Brianna’s assessing gaze.

▼

“Where exactly are we going?” Arasha asked, hoping she sounded breezy in spite of feeling anything but. It was lunch time, and everyone’s food orders had arrived; but before she could go to the seating area where everyone else had already gathered, Brianna had pulled her aside.

“I told you, silly, we’re just going to the bathroom.”

Arasha had gone to the bathroom with other girls countless times, but not at work and certainly never with Brianna. On top of that, they were headed in the wrong direction. Unless…

Arasha’s heart skipped a beat. In the other end of the building was a bathroom that no one ever used. There was nothing terribly wrong with it, but it was just far enough from both the stages and the bullpen that using it was inconvenient timewise. Arasha had only used it once, out of desperation, when the other bathrooms were occupied minutes before a livestream, and her bladder threatened to fail her.

She suspected that other people might use it for bathroom emergencies as well, so she was grateful to only smell floral scented cleaning products when Brianna opened the door and pulled her inside.

The room was weirdly L-shaped, and the sole ceiling light hung immediately above the toilet, bathing you in fluorescent lighting as you did your business, while then keeping you in ominous shadows as you washed your hands. Arasha considered all these factors with the critical eye of a dedicated Selling Sunset viewer, until she was gently backed up against the sink. Brianna’s face was inches from her own, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“Arasha, did you wear a skirt because I told you to?” she asked innocently.

“Y-yes.”

Brianna’s smile widened and she leaned in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” Arasha breathed, and she only just managed to hold back a whimper when Brianna brought their mouths together.

Brianna’s hands found her waist, thumbs gently stroking up and down, while her soft lips moved against Arasha’s. When her tongue swiped over Arasha’s bottom lip, she let it in immediately, and Brianna rewarded her with a pleased moan. Taking this as permission to let go, Arasha responded with her own sounds of pleasure as her shaky hands came to rest on Brianna’s shoulders.

You are making out with Brianna in the bathroom at work! A voice in her head stated redundantly, but before she could properly process how bad of an idea it might be, Brianna broke the kiss.

“Tell me if you wanna stop,” she all but gasped out, but in spite of her eagerness, she waited for a response before doing anything. Arasha nodded rapidly, brain foggy with arousal, and Brianna smiled and carefully rucked Arasha’s skirt up to her waist.

She kneeled on the floor in front of her, taking in her half-dressed body with a look of hunger; her soft hands caressed Arasha’s thighs, sending pleasant chills up her spine. She hooked her pointer fingers into the waistband of Arasha’s underwear, looking up at her with an expression that could best be described as giddy.

“Can I take these off?”

Arasha willed herself not to be self-conscious and nodded slowly, holding her breath as the flimsy black fabric was pulled down her hips and thighs. Even in the half-light, the patch of slick wetness on the inside of the panties was conspicuous enough to catch Brianna’s eye. Brianna sighed happily at the sight and bit her lip, carefully removing the underwear completely and tucking them halfway into the waistband of her own shorts for safekeeping.

Arasha’s legs broke out in goosebumps as she found herself naked from the waist down, aside from her scuffed up sneakers, fully on display for the woman she’d been crushing on for going on a year. Against all odds, her nerves were dissipating, replaced entirely with the awareness of a dull but insistent throb between her legs that was begging for attention. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in her entire-

“Hold my gum.” Brianna didn’t wait for an answer but took her used gum out of her mouth and unceremoniously handed it to Arasha.

Holding another person’s wet, chewed-up gum between two fingers almost brought Arasha crashing back to reality, but then Brianna gently brushed a knuckle against her wet folds, instantly wiping her mind. She inhaled sharply as her hips stuttered, blushing as Brianna giggled.

Some of her bravado seemed to fade as she looked up at Arasha, holding up both hands to show off her long, sharp nails.

“I can’t really finger anyone without turning them into shish kebab,” she said apologetically, giving Arasha a hopeful look. “Can I eat your pussy?”

Arasha almost choked on an inbreath and barely managed a weak “Yes”, hands gripping the sink behind her. Brianna hummed happily and pushed Arasha’s legs slightly further apart before leaning in and giving her an experimental lick.

“You’re so wet,” she murmured. “And you taste so good.”

Arasha felt like she was on fire, and she could give no audible response before Brianna leaned back in, working her tongue in between her folds as she nudged her clit with the tip of her nose. Arasha hissed and closed her eyes, already overwhelmed by the pleasure building between her legs.

Brianna pressed closer, slipping her tongue inside Arasha’s pussy and curling it upwards in a move that had Arasha whimpering and squeezing her eyes tighter shut. It was almost too much, and yet she begged Brianna not to stop. She moaned with every clench of her inner walls, pulsing around Brianna’s textured tongue. Time and place lost all meaning; the only sound she registered was Brianna’s beautiful moans, as enraptured as if she was the one being eaten out within an inch of her life.

With her sharp nails carefully resting against Arasha’s taut stomach, she used the pad of her thumb to rub circles above her clit, while lapping up the wetness steadily flowing onto her tongue. When Arasha’s moans got more frantic, to the point where she finally slapped a hand over her mouth, Brianna instead let her lips envelop the sensitive bud and sucked.

Arasha yelped as her orgasm hit her all at once, and she rolled her hips, helplessly pressing herself firmer against Brianna’s mouth. “Fu-uck! Oh my god, oh my-“ She let out a high-pitched moan, fighting the overstimulation for another second or two before gently pushing Brianna away, knees buckling.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Brianna cooed, hands supporting the backs of her thighs. Brianna watched with eyes dark with desire as Arasha came back down to earth, resting her chin lightly on Arasha’s shaking thigh. When Arasha seemed more steady on her feet, Brianna placed a kiss against her swollen pussy lips.

“Good job, cutie,” she cooed, seemingly addressing her pussy directly. ”You came so much for me.”

Arasha’s face heated up in embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but smile softly as Brianna stood up and faced her again. She leaned in almost hesitantly, as if she wasn’t sure if Arasha would allow it; but Arasha quickly closed the distance between them and welcomed the kiss, tasting herself on Brianna’s lips and tongue. She felt dizzy as the strum of her orgasm slowly faded.

She pulled back, shyly meeting Brianna’s eyes. “Holy shit…”

Brianna nodded and kissed her again. They stood there for a moment, lazily making out until Arasha broke the kiss again. “Do you want me to… I mean, I’ve never- I’m sure I could figure it out?”

Brianna giggled, shaking her head. “Don’t worry about it; we should probably head back before people start looking for us.”

Arasha nodded, trying not to look disappointed. “Are your knees okay?”

“Oh yeah, these things basically have callouses at this point,” Brianna said, then grimaced and added, “In like, a hot way.”

“Sure,” Arasha said with a grin; she has a hard time picturing anything that she wouldn’t find hot about Brianna at this point.

Brianna tucked Arasha’s underwear free from her own waistband and bent down to help her step into them, pulling them up over her legs as gently as she had pulled them off. Underwear in place, Brianna let Arasha fix the rest of her clothes to look presentable, while washing her hands and face over the sink.

“I wanna see you again,” Arasha said, absentmindedly wiping beads of sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Most people do,” Brianna said in a singsong tone, reaching for a paper towel, but there was a flatness to it, like she didn’t really believe it. “You probably think I do this all the time...”

“I don’t think that. And I don’t wanna see you again just to hook up; I’d like to take you on a date.”

Brianna looked taken aback; there was something vulnerable in her eyes. “Really?”

For a second the façade slipped; the skimpy clothes were a costume, the flawless makeup a mask; and there was a glimpse of the real Brianna. An ordinary person, presumably with an unassuming real last name, and a wealth of real human feelings. Arasha wanted to tell her that she believed, very genuinely, that this person deserved a chance to be known and even loved, but it felt like too much for a post-cunnilingus bathroom conversation, so she just said,

“Yeah, if you want to. If you don’t that’s okay, no pressure; but yeah, really, I really wanna go on a date with you. If you want.”

Brianna took a deep breath. “I wanna go to Red Lobster.”

“Deal,” Arasha said with a grin.

They exchanged one more quick kiss, then Brianna opened the bathroom door and gestured for Arasha to go first. She did but paused briefly in the doorway. “Do you want your gum?”

“Oh,” Brianna unstuck the gum from Arasha’s outstretched fingers and seemed to think about it for a moment before throwing it in the bathroom trash can. “Thanks for holding onto it, but… I think I wanna keep the taste of you a little longer.”

.

In the seating area, everyone had pretty much finished eating and were talking and joking around, but when Arasha and Brianna walked up, a lot of the conversation died down. Amanda gave them an analytical look as they took their seats, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Your food’s getting cold. What have you been up to?”

Arasha immediately felt panic set in, but Brianna’s foot lightly pressed against hers under the table, grounding her.

“Good thing I ordered a salad then,” Brianna said, her face and voice as calm as ever. “My Diva cup was stuck and Arasha was nice enough to help me get it out. Guess I gotta lay off the Kegels.”

Every muscle in Arasha’s body instantly tightened with humiliation, and she wondered if maybe the truth wouldn’t have been less embarrassing after all; but at least her coworkers all decided that this explanation beckoned exactly zero follow-up questions. They ate their food in silence while conversation slowly started up again around them, occasionally sneaking shy glances at each other.

▼ After evading their texts all weekend, Arasha was cornered by Courtney in the office kitchen early Monday morning. They held the last mug hostage until Arasha finally caved and told them the truth.

“I knew it! I knew that Diva cup story was bullshit!”

“Will you keep your voice down?!” Arasha said, gesturing wildly. “I’m not ready for the whole office to find out about it!”

“Then why did you fuck at work?!” Courtney squealed but did lower their voice considerably. “I can’t believe it finally happened; I didn’t expect it to happen in the weird bathroom, but-“

“Finally? What do you mean ‘finally’?”

Courtney gave her an overbearing look. “Brianna has been trying to flirt with you for ages; I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, but she made me swear not to.”

Arasha supported herself on the kitchen island. “For ages? How did I not notice?”

“She kept saying ‘We accept the love we think we deserve’; but that was right after Shayne made her read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, so I’m not sure it was directly related.”

After securing the mug and filling it with coffee, Arasha went to her desk and sat down. She pulled out her phone and called Brianna, hoping she wasn’t waking her up.

▼ For all her confidence when she asked Brianna out, Arasha had gotten increasingly nervous in the hours leading up to the date. She had changed her outfit several times, seriously considering wearing The Skirt again, but worried that it was sending the wrong signal. In the end, she had put on a dark green jumpsuit that made her look slightly overdressed, but there was no time for regret, as she had to leave for Brianna’s.

Brianna had done a photoshoot earlier in the day, taking place in the opposite direction of Arasha’s place. To make things easier on her, Arasha drove to her place, and they would leave together from there. They could have met at the restaurant, but Brianna had insisted on driving them in her gold Miata.

Arasha had showed up exactly on time, and when Brianna had opened the door, she’d kissed Arasha with the enthusiasm of a woman starved.

Red Lobster was unusually busy for a Wednesday night, and while Arasha had felt ridiculous making a reservation, she was grateful for it when she and Brianna pulled into the parking lot. Once they were seated across from each other in the restaurant, conversation had flowed, and neither of them noticed or cared how long they had to wait for their food.

Arasha’s earlier nervousness was nowhere to be felt, and she couldn’t remember ever being this at ease on a date. They knew each other well enough that there wasn’t a lot of explaining to do; but not so well that there were no stories to tell. They got each other’s jokes and references, and they related to each other’s experiences. There were no awkward silences; when they paused the conversation to eat a few bites of their almost forgotten meals, it was comfortable.

When Brianna went to the bathroom near the end of the meal, Arasha smoothly paid the bill before she came back. She had an inkling that Brianna made more money than she did, but she couldn’t care less; she had suggested the date, and she was going to be old school about it and hope Brianna found it more charming than archaic.

Brianna did. When she returned from the bathroom and found the bill covered, along with a generous tip, she gave Arasha a heated look and shrugged her jacket on.

“Let’s get out of here, stud.”

.

On the drive to Brianna’s place, the conversation was broken up by longer and longer silences, as the atmosphere in the car grew thick with sexual tension. As soon as they had arranged to meet, Arasha had strictly told herself not to assume that the date would end with sex. She had wanted to have zero expectations and let Brianna lead, ensuring that there was no pressure, and that Brianna did not for one second think that Arasha only wanted her physically.

Now, sitting in the car together, Arasha felt sweaty under her collar. She observed Brianna shift in her seat, tap her fingers along to the song playing on the radio, and every so often glance at Arasha with a secretive smile, all while effortlessly driving stick. She looked as restless as Arasha felt, so when she parked outside her house, Arasha wasn’t surprised to hear her say,

“Don’t go yet.”

Arasha smiled. “Okay, I won’t. Do you want me to come inside for a bit?”

“No,” Brianna said, too quickly, then laughed nervously. “I mean, no, let’s just sit here for a bit.”

“Okay?” Arasha unbuckled her seatbelt and got as comfortable as she could. She was still feeling the sexual tension, but now confusion was starting to creep in. Brianna picked at a nail, not making eye contact, and Arasha finally realized what was going on.

“Brianna, are you nervous?”

Brianna sighed and made an exasperated gesture. “Yes, okay! You know most people I go out with just jump me at this point; I’m so stupidly horny, do I really have to make the first move? Again?”

Arasha laughed and couldn’t stop once she’d started; eventually it set Brianna off too, and they giggled helplessly for a minute or so before regaining some semblance of control. Arasha shuffled closer until her thigh was pressed against the console between their seats. She reached out and tugged a lock of Brianna’s hair behind her ear.

“Brianna, do you want me to jump you?”

Brianna pouted childishly. “No…”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” she said shakily, looking down. “I want your fingers inside me, and I want you to kiss me.”

Arasha leaned in to kiss her and Brianna met her halfway, making a desperate sound against her lips. They stopped kissing so Brianna could wiggle out of her jacket and throw it into the backseat. The straps of her dress slipped off her shoulders on their own, and she pushed the rest of the dress down to her hips as to not be restrained. Her tits were spilling out over the cups of her bra, and Arasha couldn’t take her eyes off them.

“I know you said you wanted fingers, but…”

Brianna followed her gaze down to her chest and nodded. “I want everything.”

Brianna slipped off the straps and pushed the bra down as well, not bothering to open it. Arasha kissed her again, hungrier this time, mouth traveling down her neck to her collarbone. She paused to allow Brianna to stop her, but instead she made an impatient noise that nearly made Arasha laugh again.

She placated Brianna by slipping a hand under her dress, pressing her fingers lightly against the front of her underwear. The soft lace was soaking wet, and Arasha swore she could feel her pulse as she pressed down harder. Brianna whimpered and pushed Arasha’s hand away, maneuvering herself out of the panties with impressive efficiency.

“Keep going, please don’t stop,” she said like a prayer, and Arasha leaned down and took Brianna’s nipple in her mouth.

She sucked lightly at first, experimentally, and flicked it with her tongue, tasting sweetness and salt on Brianna’s skin. She let her hand wander back between Brianna’s legs, finding her wet and wanting, no longer obstructed by lace.

She wanted to remind Brianna that this was a first for her, that she didn’t know what she was doing, and that she might be terrible; but soothed by soft sounds already spilling from Brianna’s mouth, she let her instincts take over. Slipping her fingertips between Brianna’s folds, she gently brushed against her clit and was rewarded by a desperate keening sound. Letting her thumb stroke her clit continuously, Arasha pushed one finger inside of her, and, when she met little resistance, added another.

She pumped them slowly in and out, finding a steady rhythm that made Brianna shiver and curse under her breath. One of her hands found the back of Arasha’s neck and pushed her firmer against her chest. Arasha sucked harder on her nipple and pumped her fingers faster, keeping the heel of her hand constantly pressed against Brianna’s clit.

Brianna thrust her hips against the moving hand, moans rising in volume, and her pussy clenched tighter around Arasha’s fingers with every roll of her hips.

“Don’t stop, I’m coming,” she gasped. “I’m coming, I’m-“

Arasha remembered the other part of her request last second and pulled away from her chest, capturing Brianna’s mouth in a searing kiss instead. Her pussy clenched hard enough to almost lock Arasha’s fingers in place and she thrashed in her seat, whining against Arasha’s lips as she rode out her orgasm.

When Arasha broke the kiss, she let out a growling moan, eyes still squeezed shut, and she closed her thighs to keep Arasha’s hand in place. “Wait, wait, wait, just…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Arasha chuckled, pressing soft kisses to her neck.

She didn’t move her hand, just kept it where Brianna wanted it and let her use it as she pleased, occasionally pressing against it with a sigh. Eventually Brianna took a deep breath and shifted backwards in her seat, and Arasha withdrew her hand. Her fingers and palm were coated in sticky juices, and she felt an almost painful sting of pleasure when she put her fingers in her mouth to taste.

Brianna, who had just pulled a pack of wet wipes out of the door pocket, froze in place and watched her with half lidded eyes, making a small noise in her throat. Arasha blushed, taking a wet wipe and cleaning off her hand.

“Why do you get so embarrassed?” Brianna asked. She wasn’t judging; her tone was genuine and curious.

“What do you mean?”

“When you say something weird in a video, you always freeze up for a second; you don’t laugh it off, you let other people laugh at it instead. When people compliment you, you look like you regret earning it. And when I ate your pretty pussy…”

Arasha averted her gaze, feeling her face heat up, and she grimaced. Brianna laughed, stroking her cheek soothingly. Gently, she cupped Arasha’s jaw and turned her face back towards her.

“…when I ate your pretty pussy,” she repeated, holding eye contact. “I could tell how much you wanted it, but you were so self-conscious.”

“In all fairness, I was half naked at my job.”

Brianna giggled. “And I’ll admit it wasn’t the most elegant way I could have gone about it; but can you honestly say you would have been more confident if I had laid you down on a fourposter bed?”

“Probably not…”

“Right,” Brianna took her hand and held it. “You just made me come so hard, I almost jumped out of my seat. And you sucked your fingers, and it was so hot! You have nothing to be embarrassed about; you’re great. Not just at making me come, everything about you; I like you so much.”

The warmth in Arasha’s face started to seep down into her chest, curling around her heart. “I’m a little confused. We had a great date; you didn’t want me to come inside, which I respect; but then you still wanted to hook up; and now it sounds like… you wanna keep seeing me?”

“Of course, I wanna keep seeing you! I thought that was obvious; I know I have a reputation, but I actually don’t put out for every pretty girl who buys me lobster.”

“When you didn’t invite me inside, I guess I thought you were setting some kind of boundary.”

“Ah, no, Bryce is sleeping on my couch,” Brianna said with a small shrug. “I really wanted you to fuck me, and I knew he’d hear us if we went to my bedroom.”

Arasha blinked. “That’s why we did it here? It’s not because you’re don’t want something serious with me?”

“I don’t wanna rush into a relationship, and I don’t wanna skip over anything, but I wanna give this a shot. And if Bryce wasn’t posted up in my living room watching Golden Girls, I’d gladly invite you in.”

“Oh. Why is Bryce sleeping on your couch?”

Brianna rolled her eyes. “He and his boyfriend Gaige are fighting because Bryce spent a month’s worth of rent money on a Swarovski jockstrap.”

“We lead very different lives.”

Brianna leaned over the console and kissed her. “I know, isn’t it exciting?”

Arasha laughed. “It is pretty exciting.”

Brianna looked pleased. She leaned in for another kiss and they made out in the car for a while longer, barely registering the occasional passing car. Arasha found that she wasn’t concerned at all about being seen.

//

[ravennaortiz]

Day After

Summary: Chapter 3 of Countdown.

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Rocky opened her puffy, sore eyes the next morning when she felt her bed shift. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” whispered Juice as he cringed when he saw her eyes open. He had been trying to exit stealthily and had obviously failed. “Its okay” replied Rocky as she rubbed carefully at her puffy, sore eyes. “How you feeling” asked Juice as he watched her carefully. Rocky sighed heavily before answering. “I dunno…..tired….scared” replied Rocky struggling to find the right words while putting on a brave face. “Those are fair responses. It’ll be okay Rockstar” soothed Juice as she sat up and stretched. “How about I go get donuts and coffee for breakfast?” he added. Rocky nodded before making her way to her bathroom. Juice frowned as he straightened her covers before making his way out of the room.

 As Juice opened the door he came face to face with Jax who was leaving his own room. “Relax brother” stated Jax with a small laugh as he saw Juice tense like a deer in the headlights. “I trust you with my little sister. I know you wouldn’t be stupid to try anything” continued Jax as they made there way down the stairs to the kitchen area. “Appreciate that. I was going to go get us all breakfast real quick” stated Juice as he grabbed his keys from the hook by the door. “Sounds good” replied Jax as he watched Juice walk out the back door.

Jax looked up as his back door opened. “Jackie Boy, I got an interesting call this morning” stated Chibs as he sat at Jaxs Kitchen table. “From?” asked Jax as he took a seat as well. “Tig. He said Alvarez wants to meet with you today” stated Chibs as he sat his phone on the table. “Apparently he wants to make an alliance since we both have a common enemy.” He added his gaze locking on Jax’s. Jax was quiet for a few moments. “Give him a call” ordered Jax with a nod.

Later that day

Jax had sent Rocky, Juice and Halfsack away for a few hours while he met with Alvarez. The two men had been talking for a bit and Alvarez was now pondering Jax’s last request. “I am willingly to hide your sister. My charter in Santo Padre can make it happen. I’ll make a phone call and we will figure out the logistics after” stated Alvarez as he reached across the table to shake Jax’s hand. “Thank you. Looking forward to this new relationship between the Sons and Mayans” stated Jax as he shook the other mans hand before walking him out.

“What are you gonna do about the boys?” asked Opie as he looked over at his best friend. “Im just going to be honest. We need to get Rocky out of Charming while we figure out how to get the Aryan Brotherhood sorted. They will look at anyplace connected to SAMCRO but they wouldn’t look for her in a Mayan charter.” Stated Jax as he looked from Opie to Chibs who both nodded.

Santo Padre Clubhouse

Bishop sat listening to Alvarez on the phone as he sipped his beer. His men sat silently watching him while he talked. “We can do that” stated Bishop as he nodded his head. “Let me know when we need to head there” he added before ending the call. “We got ourselves a long term protection job boys. Sounds like the Mayans are going to get in bed with SAMCRO permanently and one of the pieces of the deal was for our charter to take in the sister of the VP in Charming.” Stated Bishop as he looked around the table at his men. “I need one of you to open your home up to her” he added. “I’m always open to a woman keeping my bed warm” replied Angel making the others roll there eyes and chuckle. Bishop shook his head before speaking. “Shes sixteen” replied Bishop as he watched Angels smug smile drop. “She can stay with me Bish” offered Gilly. “Sounds great” stated Bishop with a nod.

[redheadspark]

Soulmate prompts

4. Platonic soulmates that are different types of soulmates, some are platonic, some are romantic, some are familial. With Shang-Chi

A/N - AWWW I love this for Shang Chi! Thanks for requesting this, bestie!!

Musketeers

Summary - Your love for Shang Chi was different, yet it was what you two always wanted.

Warnings - Just some fluff

Your phone went off, you answering it without looking away from the screen and the speaker was activated.

“Hey you, thought you would call around this time,”

“You make it seem as if I do this all the time,” You heard on the other line. You giggled.

“At this time, on a Friday? Oh yeah, you’re pretty predictable,”

“How dare you!” Shang Chi said in a mocked gasp. You laughed, tapping away at your laptop. 

If there was one thing you loved about your friendship with Shang- Chi, it was anything but predictable.

You met him as Sean back in high school, when he was a new student in your Social Studies class and beyond shy.  Seeing him quickly walk to his spot in the back corner of the room, looking like a deer in headlights with no friends around him, you did feel a little bad.  Thankfully, your friend Katy came in the clutch and became his friend within an instant after stopping some bullies from pounding him.  She then introduced you two at lunch the next day, literally yanking him by the jacket sleeve and shoving him down in the chair.  

“This is Sean!  Had to save his ass from those jock bullies who were about to shove in the garbage cans.” Katy explained to you, gesturing to Sean who was locking eyes at you with some shyness and maybe hint of fondness too.  You were about to say something when Katy spoke again, “I’m gonna get us some sodas from the vending machine that’s broken!”

She walked off, not even looking back for a moment as it was just you and Sean.  He shifted a bit in his chair, you giving him a reassuring smile as he gestured as Katy who was still walking away.

“Sorry about her,” You explained, “She can be a bit….bold at times,”

“I don’t mind,” He replied, his voice calm and yet almost determined as you held out your hand to him.

“I’m Y/N.  Nice to meet you!” You said to him. Sean almost look taken aback from the gesture, yet he reached out his own hand and shook yours.  Just the feeling of his hands being rough, the callouses along his palm and his fingers were enough to have your mind run with questions.  Why would his hands be like this since he was a teenager like you?  Did he have some kind of hobby that would be rough on his hands?  

What did he do in his past?

“Nice to meet you too,” He replied, sounds sure of himself as you both smiled at one another.  

You three were the Three Musketeers throughout your whole time in high school and beyond that.  Sean molded in with your friendship with Katy and you both took him under your wings.  Katy loved showing him around San Francisco, letting him with all the food secrets and places to sight see, you never minded tagging along and being amused with how Sean was drinking it all in.  Neither you or Katy cared about his past too much, he never mentioned a whole lot of it any who.  It wasn’t your problem or burden to bare, but you did have him over for dinner every once in awhile with your mom and brother.  Although he was nice and kind, he would skim around the questions about his family and why he was not with his parents and staying with a relative.  

You wanted to know too, but you knew better than to question his life. 

You three grew very close as you got older.  You got a steady job, trying to save some money to get yourself into an apartment.  Katy and Sean had jobs here and there though it was nothing permanent.  You all would still go out together whoever you could, even going through college and getting your job.  Summers were meant to going to the local beach with your toes in the sand and karaoke bars in the cooler nights. When it was too cold to go out and around the city, Katy and Sean would come to your apartment with pizza and ciders in hand, always brightening your stressful days from work.  You loved having them around, meeting them at bars when you clocked out.  

Sean was a great friend to you, almost like your soulmate but without the romance with it.  It was a platonic level of love with him, something that felt safe and soothing for both of you.  Especially with Sean, who you knew had some low moments and needed someone to lean on.  Katy helped with him too at times, it was nice that you both were looking out for Sean.  But of course, those smaller moments of Sean needing to cash on your couch or eat at your little apartment made you love him all the more.

Sean had some pride within himself, you knew that from the moment he walked into your life.  He knew how to fend for himself when it came to survival, but you would still take care of him from time to time.  Making sure he had some coffee ready in the morning and a plate of eggs ready on the countertop as you were hearing out the door, it would made his day.  

You would get a text an hour later at work, always with Emojis and a heart.

He would take care of you too when you needed it, though you were just as stubborn as he was when it came to asking for help.  Sean came in the clutch, getting you some warm soup and tea when you were sick and stuck in bed, taking you out to the karaoke bars when you had a bad breakup or had to deal with a nasty ex, and even was your wingman when the three fo you went out.  One time there was a guy who was flirting with you, and unbeknownst to you as you and Katy went to the bathroom.  Sean eyed the guy, then giving him a knowing look.

“Don’t break her heart, dude.”

“Why?  You were boyfriend?”

“More like a platonic boyfriend.  But I can make you hurt if you hurt her, got it?”

“You still ups or going out tonight?” You asked on the speaker as you were finishing up the last of your paperwork.

“Actually, I wanted to see if you were up to staying in at your place tonight,” He explained on the other end, you closing your laptop and picking up the phone, “I….I don’t feel like going out tonight.  Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” You answered, “Want me to call Katy and we can meet here?”

“I want come alone,” You paused, looking at your screen and hearing the small hurt in his tone.  You cringed silently, feeling a bit bad that he was not himself that night. The last thing you would want to do was question him, give all that he went through last month and needing to go back to normalcy.  

“You can come over when you’re ready.  You have the key, okay?” You asked him on your end, “I have some wine and some left over Pizza from work, and we can watch one of those cheesy horror films you hate.”

He chuckled, though it sounded a bit forced, “Thanks.  I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Up until a month ago, Sean always was a mystery to you when it came to his past.  But on one random boring, he told you that he had to leave for his sister and his family.  Of course you were thrown off, knowing knowing he had a younger sister and a family that was still alive and existing.  But Sean looked rather perplexed when he came over to tell you, having you see the concern and hurt on his face and hear it in his voice.  This was not like him, leaving in a moment tot go on the otherwise of the planet with no real motive behind it and or reason why.  

He hugged you fiercely that mourning, almost like he was going to try and remember what your hug felt like if you two would never be together again.  It scared you, knowing that Sean had a massive heart, a bit too tender to be broken by something in his past.  But as he walked away, you had to stay still and only hope that he would come back to you and stay your friend for the rest of your life.

You did love him, but it was kind of love that seemed far deeper and stable than an romantic love.   

Waiting for him and Katy to come back was torture, you two best friends and the ones you grew up with.  You had no way in getting contact with them, there was no address to write to them or number to call.  It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them in taking care of themselves, Katy was a bit too street wise for your liking when it came to getting out of dicey situations.  

But still, you cared.  Cared enough to know that they could be in danger.  Care enough to know that they meant the world to you.  Cared enough to wish to keep them safe. 

Finally, after a couple of days, they both showed up at your doorstep late one night.  You were about to go to bed, already in your pajamas and with your glasses on the bridge of your nose since you were reading one of your books when you heard the knock on the door.  Seeing the pair of them, their faces mixed with both grief and sadness with almost some relief and peace made you go quiet for a moment.  Shang Chi looked as if he has been through so munch in only a few days, and when you said his name, he pulled you into his arms.  You hugged him tightly, almost feeling him sag in relief from holding his friend as Katy hugged you both as well.  

The Three Musketeers back together again. 

He told you everything, you hanging on his every word as Katy made you all some watered down tea.  It was a lot to drink in: Being trained as a teenager as a assassin by his father then running away to America.  His father trying to take over the world, his distant younger sister who resented him for not coming back for her, his Aunt that was living in secret with the same ancestors of his mother, monstrous beings and ancient animals.  All of it seemed almost like a fairy tale, or a horror story.  But seeing him unleash it all to you, including his real name of Shang Chi, you both felt honored and yet intimidated by it.  But you could see it on his face once he was done telling you his tale, the shoulders sagging in relief

Katy and Shang Chi fell asleep at your house, both crashing on the couch as the last of the movie was being played.  You moved to cover the both of them with your spare blankets, gettin Katy done first as she was curling up into a ball like a cat while snorting loudly.  Shang Chi looked more relaxed, head on the armrest and the calmness was there on his face.  As soon as you tucked your blanket up against his shoulders, he opened his eyes and looked up at you from his spot.

“I’m sorry,” Shang said sleepily, you kneeling down and looking at him in confusion.

“For what?” You asked.

“For making you worry,” he answered.  You knew him far too well to know that he never wished for you to worry, even when it was him doing one of his side jobs and needing to deliver pizza during rush hour.  Ever since you met him, you always looked out for him since he was far too good and had a good soul to have it tampered with.  Now to hear him apologize for making you worry, you only leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

“I’m glad you’re safe, both you and Katy.”  You replied, seeing him grin at you, “You get some sleep, and then you can tell me all about it in the morning, okay?”

He nodded, slipping his eyes shut as you got up and turned off some of the lights in the living room.  The dark room was the right mood for them both to fall into a deep sleep.  No matter how many questions you want to ask them both, you were perfectly fine that they were safe there in your apartment.  Shang would tell you what happened in due time, when he was ready to.  

But for now, you had peace knowing he was there.  Your platonic soulmate. 

The End.

[not-a-space-alien]

Savage Sunset Chapter 15S

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: First chapter where I can say there are NO WARNINGS, only fluff! (and ducky pajamas!)

His hands were cold, cold, cold in Ari’s own.  But she didn’t let go.  She watched him with the proud approval of someone feeding a stray kitten.  It had been a while since she’d felt this way about anyone, the urge to protect and shield.  Not since Lex.

His eyes fluttered open, looking morosely at the emptied glass.  He released the straw from his mouth, licking blood from his teeth.  “Is there–is there more?”

Ari set the glass on the floor.  “There’s more.  But why don’t we wait a little bit, for your stomach to settle?”

He swallowed.  “Yes, that makes sense.”

"Are you starting to feel a little better?" said Lex, squeezing his hand.

Valen flushed and looked down.  “Y-yes, thank you.”

"How about a bath then, huh?"

He seemed to just notice for the first time the utter filth covering himself.  He pulled at the hem of his shirt.  “O-okay.”

“Go ahead and unhook yourself.”

Valen removed the muzzle, just as he’d practiced, then unclipped the chain from his collar.  God, they’d put a chain and leash on him, like he were a dog.  Lex felt kind of bad about that, even though in context it had made perfect sense.  To add insult to injury, he was just stuck wearing the metal collar until they could figure something out.

Apparently Ari was thinking the same thing.  She crossed her arms.   “Hmph.  We’ll have to figure out some way to get that off you eventually.  We don’t have the key.”

“O-oh,” said Valen, visibly disappointed.  We’ll figure something out, sweetheart, it’s not permanent.

“Well, we can work on it,” said Ari.  “Hey, do you want me to carry you up to the bathroom?  Our stairs are a bit fucky.”

The stairs were easily the worst part of their shitty house, worse even than the paint peeling off the porch.  The previous owners had started to remodel them and then just never finished.  Lex and Ari kept meaning to set money aside to fix the place up, but….well, it usually got eaten up by other bills quite fast.

He drew in on himself.  He looked scared of Ari.  “If–If–If you want to.  That–that would be–appreciated, ma’am.”

“All right, up you go, then.”  Ari scooped him up, one hand on his back, the other under his thighs.  He looked like a deer in the headlights as he slid into her chest, arms curled up.

Ari looked down at him, and he averted his eyes quickly.  “Hold on, bat boy.”  She winked.

This poor guy just couldn’t win.  He was just constantly being talked down to, as though he hadn’t been humiliated enough already.  Ari was…just kind of like that, though.

Ari carried him up the stairs, Lex behind them, just as it’d been that first time.  Lex felt less guilty than she had that first time.

“There we are,” said Ari, setting him down in front of the bathroom.  “Taxi dropping you right off.  Have a good time.”

“I imagine you’d like some privacy,” said Lex.

“We’ll get you a towel and stuff, and you can take as long as you want,” said Ari.

“Um–” said Valen.  “I–I–I might need help getting in and out of the tub.  You can–you can stay, if you want.  If you want to.  Please.  You don’t have to.”

Ari quirked an eyebrow.  “Eh?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Start running the water, Ari,” said Lex.  “I’ll be back with the towel.”

Lex walked back down to the hall closet, retrieving a towel and a washcloth.  She felt so much better about it now than she had that first time, bathing him out of guilt and pity.

Valen was sitting on the toilet when she came back up, looking down at his lap.  “I’ve got a towel!  Bath time, then?”

Ari closed the flow of water.  “Do you want us to look away while you undress?”

“I–I think I’ll fall down if I have to–I think I need help to–”

He just couldn’t win, he couldn’t even have the dignity of undressing himself in privacy.  “All right, that’s okay, I’ll help you,” said Lex.

He pulled his shirt over his head, then almost lost his balance if not for Ari’s hand on his back.  He let it fall to the floor, then leaned over and pulled his pants down, again only staying upright because of the two women holding him up.  He was just as emaciated as before, and just as injured, but the motions of his hands were less unsure.

“Are you sure you don’t want some privacy?” said Lex.  Part of her wanted to stay with him despite his indignity, his being so vulnerable.

“I don’t mind,” he said, voice impassive.  It was impossible to tell what he was actually thinking.  Had he been like this before, or was he just afraid of saying something that would upset them?

“Okay,” said Lex.  “As long as it’s what you want.”

Valen pulled his underwear down, then turned to step up into the bathtub and immediately ate shit, tumbling down.  Ari hollered and grabbed him, lowering him by the arm into the tub.

He took a minute to settle, sinking down into the water.

“It’s nice?” said Lex.

“Yes,” he said, eyes watering.  “Th-thank you.”

Lex shrugged.  “Well, we kind of had to.”  What’d happened to him had mostly been their fault, so it seemed like this whole process was the very least they could do for him.  Lex produced a folded-up washcloth, sliding it onto the edge of the tub.  “Here, the soap’s over there.  We, ah, don’t have one of those nice detachable shower heads, so we’ll just have to refresh the water more than once.”

Part of Lex wanted to run the washcloth over his body with her own hands, but that was probably too much.  He needed to do some things for himself to feel in control, surely.  He needed to not be humiliated so much.  Face once again unreadable, he took the washcloth and wet it, then rubbed the soap on it.

He started washing the copious blood off his face, then looked down at the water already staining red, apparently startled.  “O-oh, I–I–I’m–It must have been ghastly to–to look at me like this the whole time.”

Lex was amused by the concept of a vampire being self-conscious about how much blood they’d gotten on themselves while feeding.

Ari cleared her throat.  “I’ll start getting your stuff out of the van.  You’ll need some new clothes.”  She prodded the pile of vile, blood-soaked clothes on the floor.  “Um, do you think it’s worth trying to save these?  Can we just get rid of them?”

Oh god, Lex hadn’t even thought about that.  The clothes were black, so blood stains wouldn’t show up too badly, but sheesh, how to even start washing those?

To her dismay, Valen perked up and said he could mend the shirt if given proper sewing supplies.  Ari grimaced, but reached down and picked up the clothes without complaint.  “Right…I’ll go throw this in the wash, then.  We brought all the clothes you had in your closet and dresser.”

“Th-thank you.  I–I’m grateful to–that you thought to b-bring my things.”

Ari shut the door behind her, leaving Valen and Lex alone in the bathroom.  She leaned over, reigning in the urge to pet his hair.  “Do you want me to wash your hair?  Since you don’t seem to be able to lift your arms above your head.”

“Yes, please,” he said, barely above a whisper.  He wouldn’t look at her.  Please look at me.  It’s all right.

Lex squeezed some shampoo out and started to lather it onto his head.  He gave a few soft sighs, leaning into her touch.  There we go.  It feels good, right?  We can make you feel good.  We didn’t hurt you on purpose.  We’re not bad.  She worked out the knots in his hair and rubbed the spots where blood had soaked onto his scalp.

She wished he would talk more, but of course his voice was strained.  She was surprised so far by how soft and formal his voice was.  The frantic, violent way he’d spoken earlier must have just been because of circumstances, voice dying down as he landed in safety.  Had he always stuttered this much, or was that just nerves too?

He broke the silence after a minute.  “Are you sure–is it–”  He clamped his mouth shut, letting out a soft whine.

“Go ahead,” said Lex.  God, it was probably going to take ages before he could behave like a normal person again, without the constant fear.  She couldn’t even imagine the psychological effects what he’d been through would have on a person.

“Are you sure Ari would not object to the way you’re touching me?”

Lex almost choked. What?  Was he…afraid that Ari would be jealous? Why would he…?

Did he not think that Lex and Ari washed each other’s hair?  Did he think it meant something it didn’t?  She was baffled by the question.  She was washing his hair because he physically couldn’t lift his arms above his head to do it himself.  

But then again, he wasn’t thinking normally.  

“Of course,” said Lex, her voice tinged with amusement.  “She doesn’t care.  Why do you think she would?”

Valen shook, sending out tiny ripples in the water, and let out an overwhelmed squeak.  Oh no, did that scare him more?  “I–I’m not sure–I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”  She started scratching his scalp again.  “Have you…Has no one ever washed your hair for you before?  Besides that time I did it at the hunter’s compound, I mean.”

“N-no, no one has.”

That made her sad, imagining a life without the kind of casual intimacy needed to just wash the hair of someone you cared about.  “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Me and Ari do it for each other all the time.”

He let out another strangulated whine.  Geez, I keep messing it up.  Maybe best to finish the wash and change the subject before I say something else to scare him.

Lex poured some water over his head to rinse the shampoo out.  “Oh, um…” she said.  “Right, I needed to ask you…  I think, at your house, I heard you…talking on the phone?  I assume that was someone you wanted to come help you right?”

He went rigid.  “Oh–Oh, yes, yes, I–I’m sorry–I’m sorry, Alexis.”

“Don’t apologize,” she said.  “It’s okay.  I probably would have done the same thing.  We just need to talk about it because it means someone is on the way to get you, right?”

He blanched.  “I–I–I asked my husband to come rescue me.”

“Oh.”  She fidgeted.  Of course.  What had she been thinking?  He had a life, a family.  He wouldn’t want to stay with her and Ari forever.  He was probably eager to get back to his old life, back to real safety.  Should they just let him go?  Ari’s criteria had been she wanted to be sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone, and that seemed fair…and his husband was probably kind and gentle, if he was married to Valen.  That was probably where he belonged, not here.  “Well, should we–should call him again and make arrangements for him to come get you?”

“No!” Valen blurted out, eyes wide with panic.

Well, that wasn’t what she’d expected.  If she was in his shoes, she’d want nothing more than for Ari to come get her.  “Really?  But–but you called him.  Do you not want…?”

His face crinkled, and he looked away.  “My husband is–my husband is a horrible man, whom I despise.  I would only–I only called him as a last resort, because I was desperate to escape torture.  I would count myself lucky if I never saw his face again.”

Oh.  Oh no.  Valen had an abusive spouse.  He had an abusive spouse he never wanted to see again, and he’d rather go back to that than face the situation Lex had put him in.

Well, luckily for him, his escape attempt had failed, and he wouldn’t be going back to that.  A fierce sense of protectiveness flared inside Lex.  The thought of losing her strange new friend was curiously heartbreaking.  “Oh.  Well, if that’s the case…does he know where you are?  Do we need to hide you?” 

Valen’s face melted into a touched expression.  “I was unable to give him the address before–before–those two arrived, and if he–even if he was able to track the location based on the phone number, or some trick, it would only lead him to–to my house out deep in the country.”

“Sheesh, that’s a good five hour drive.”  Lex had driven that road trip more often than she’d liked recently.  “Yeah, I don’t know if he really has any way to find you then.  …Right?”  The last thing she wanted was to have to come face to face with some vampire who was an asshole even by vampire standards.

“I believe so,” said Valen.  “At least, I hope so.”

The door cracked open, and Ari’s disembodied arm came in, laying clothes on the sink.  “Clothes,” she said succinctly, pointing to them without sticking her head in.  “There.  Bye.”

The arm withdrew, and they both heard the sound of furniture moving downstairs.

“So if I can ask,” said Lex.  God, she really wanted to talk about it, but maybe that was pushing it, given his state.  He probably didn’t feel comfortable saying no to anything, but…  “I’m–I’m curious as to why you’re married to him if you hate him so much.”

Valen let his eyes fall down into the soapy water.  “It was my parents’ idea.  I–I did not have the courage to defy them on the issue until well after we were married and it became obvious to me how truly horrible it was.”

“Oh,” said Lex.  She could relate to that, a little.  Ari had always defied her parents without worry, but Lex had always shied around corners to avoid upsetting her own.  “Kind of the same thing happened to me.  Well, not quite that bad, but my parents tried to set me up with this family friend’s son as soon as I told them I was dating Ari.  They seemed to think they could convince me not to be queer if they just tried hard enough to find a man I would like better than Ari.”  The fact that Lex had had childhood crushes and flings with boys probably didn’t help disabuse them of that notion, since they seemingly couldn’t comprehend the idea of being interested in both men and women.

Valen got a look of pity on his face.  “They–Mine also seemed to think they could convince me–not to be transsexual–if I married a proper husband and had proper wifely d-duties.  They were–were also trying to break me of my–pacifist beliefs, believing them to also be im-improper.”

Jesus Christ.  Lex tried to imagine if her parents had tried to convince her out of being queer and out of wanting to not literally murder people.  “I’m so sorry.  Oh my god, that’s awful.  I’m so glad you got away from that.”

“As am I.”  He swallowed, voice sticking in his throat.  “I–I still couldn’t get him to sign the divorce paperwork I initiated, which is why I–I still have his last name.  Any time he–he s-starts to consider just letting me go, his-his parents say that divorce isn’t something to–to consider, and that he needs to be a proper husband to make me a proper wife.”

Oh god, his last name, that stupid “clue” they’d gotten to link him to the blood farms, which in their minds had been all the evidence they’d needed to confirm Nick’s suspicions.  It had been linking him to a family he hated and was trying his hardest to escape.  “I’m–I’m so sorry, Valen, I feel–I feel so horrible.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“No, I–”  Her voice wobbled.  “When we looked up your last name we assumed it meant you were an evil person working for the blood farms.  I–I–I feel so horrible about what we did to you.”

He looked at her tiredly.  “It was–your train of logic was sound…It was a fair assumption to make, given the circumstances.”

Somehow it felt like things would be easier if he were mad at her.  Tears slipped down her cheeks.  “It doesn’t matter, I–I’m so sorry, Valen, I’m so so sorry, I don’t know if you can ever forgive me.  It’s our fault this all happened to you.  I’m so, so, so sorry.  How can I even begin making it up to you?'

"You are already off to a good start."  He smiled weakly, showing those fangs–Lex had always found the flash of fangs scary, for obvious reasons, but now she was delighted by it.  He was smiling, really smiling, in a smile that went to his eyes.  “This still feels–not quite real.  This is–the rescue I’d been hoping for.  I am still-still a little afraid of waking up back in the basement.”

“No!” said Lex fiercely, so horrified by the idea.  “Absolutely not.  I won’t let that happen to you.  I shouldn’t have let it happen in the first place.”

“Thank you.”  He dipped his head.  “I think I am quite ready for a water change.”

Lex pulled the drain in the tub, watching the muddy brown water be flushed away, then plugged it back up and set the water to warm again.  She tried not to stare at his exposed nude form as he sat in the tub waiting for it to fill back up.

“So, if–if I may ask in turn,” said Valen.  “How did you and Ari–become involved?”

“We were childhood best friends,” said Lex.  “And we both got tired of boys breaking my heart over and over again.”  Ari had known she was mostly into women from a young age, but Lex had taken a while longer to realize.  But Ari had been there the whole time, through everything.  Lex couldn’t imagine her life without Ari.  That probably made her…a little codependent, but it was how it was.

“That is–that is wonderful.”  Lex could not help but notice the envy in his voice.  She decided not to elaborate further, or prompt more conversation on the topic.  She still burned with about a million and a half questions, but best not to overwhelm him.

It took one more water change before he was clean to his own satisfaction, at which point Lex helped him stand and towel himself off.  Lex felt…better about taking him back downstairs after this bath than the last one.  There was no torture to send him back to.  Unless being subjected to Ari forcibly arranging your belongings was torture.

Lex offered to bandage his wounds before he got dressed again, which prompted the same deer-in-the-headlights look, but he agreed.  She tried to be as gentle as possible.  He still trembled under her touch, but he offered no comment.

“There we go,” she cooed, securing the last bit of gauze on him.  He was practically more gauze than skin at this point.  “How’s that feel?”

“Better.  Thank you.”

“Great, want to get dressed, then?”

“Yes, please.”

“Geez, good thing Ari brought you a belt, too,” said Lex as she helped him step into his pants.  “You’re, like, five sizes too small for your clothes now.”

Valen said nothing.  Geez, what a stupid commment that had been.  Obviously he could see and feel that for himself.  It must be embarrassing to have attention drawn to it.  Geez, why did she say that?  “Well–Well, we’ll get you back up to a healthy weight, don’t worry.”  Oh smooth.  Sure, that would make him feel all better.

He remained silent, but she could see tears pooling in his eyes again.  “I promise!”  She doubled down.   “It’ll be okay–please, I promise it’ll be okay, please don’t be upset.”

He still said nothing, putting a hand to his face.  Oh please, please, I’m trying my best.  “Can I give you another hug?”.

“Yes,” said Valen instantly.

Her arms came around him.  This time she was free to lean fully into it, since there was no blood on his shirt.  His skin was still cold, but it’d been warmed significantly by the bath, like cool tile that’d been warmed by sunshine.

“Thank you,” Valen whispered.

Lex smiled.  “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

She went down first, in case he fell.  Ari’s voice could be heard from the kitchen.

“Are you really sure there isn’t anyone else there I can talk to?”

Fuck.  That was the voice she used when she was talking to Nick.  Lex considered making Valen go into the living room, as far as away as possible, but he was already at her back, at the threshold to the kitchen.

Ari was leaned against the ugly kitchen wallpaper, next to the cradle of the phone.  “Fine,” said Ari.  “Whatever.  Just tell everyone else we can’t go on patrol tonight.  …Yeah, and we already didn’t do that.”

She turned to Lex and made a motion like she was shooting herself in the head, making a face.  “I know we’re scheduled, Nick, I’m telling you we have to be excused for now because Lex lost about seventy-five percent of the blood in her body.  You were there.”

Valen whimpered behind her.  Fuck, he could probably hear Nick’s voice with his enhanced hearing.  She turned around and tried to soothe him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Just as I told you, I killed it,” said Ari.  “And no, we’re not catching you another one, before you ask.  …You’re lucky I can’t kick your balls through the phone lines.  Bye, scumbag.”  Ari slammed the phone into the cradle.  “It seems like it’s getting harder for Nick to hide what a piece of shit he is.  He usually behaves to your face, at least.”

“Ari,” said Valen weakly.  “Thank you for telling him I’m dead.  Thank you for–for–for–for–”

“All right,” Ari grunted.  “No need to cry about it.”

Of course we would, sweet boy.  Lex wondered what he thought they were going to do with him, if he was so overwhelmed by the fact that they would lie to hide that he was still alive.  Did he think they would just say Oh yeah, he’s here, but you can’t have him, don’t come over or something?

“Come on into the living room,” said Ari.  “I guess it’s doubling as your bedroom for now.”

Oh, arranging things nicely, Lex loved doing that.  They brought in Valen’s dresser, end table, towels, all his clothes, some of his lab equipment and books, and whatever else they’d thought to grab.  There really wasn’t that much of it, and it sort of fit in the living room.

Ari arranged things and kept looking back at him for a thumbs-up or thumbs-down, but he always assured her that it was perfect where it was, even it was clearly blocking the door or some other way it was obviously not perfect.  They helped him put some clothes and shoes in the hall closet, and hung up extra curtains and taped them to the wall to ensure absolutely no sun could get into the room.

Once that was all done, Valen reported that he might be ready to eat more, so they went back into the dining room and had him repeat the exercise of loosely restraining himself.  They did this a few more times over the course of the day, and each time he seemed a little less afraid of the muzzle.

Valen was obviously extremely tired, so they eventually offered to just let him just go to sleep, which he found agreeable.  They pulled the plastic off the couch and removed the cushions, and unfolded it to reveal a mattress stored inside.

He started crying when he saw them setting up the bed.

“Geez,” said Ari.  “I knew our couch was shitty, but it’s not that bad.”

“I–I–I’m sorry,” said Valen.  “N-no, I mean no offense.  I’m very grateful.”

Lex came back into the room with her second favorite pair of pajamas, which were blue with yellow duckies on them.  (She was wearing her first favorite pair, which were pink with kitties on them.)  “Do you want to borrow some pajamas?  I noticed you don’t have any.”  Please say yes.  Holy shit, please say yes.  This is gonna be adorable.

“I…”  The tears spilled over.  “I–thank you, yes, thank you, I would like that so much.”

Lex helped him, a vampire, an apex predator, step into a pair of ducky pajamas, the too-big set swallowing him, the sleeves too long.

“You like that?” she said, slipping into the same voice she used to talk to sleepy kittens.

He nodded, drawing his hands into himself. It probably didn't entirely make up for still having a metal collar locked on his neck, but he looked a lot cozier.

“Want to lie down, then?”

He sat on the bed and pulled his legs up.  Lex pulled the blanket up over him.  He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, shaking.

“Everything all right?” said Ari, giving a thumbs-up.

Valen bit the pillow, face squeezed tight.  “Mmm-hmmm,” he whined.  It was the same motion he’d been making on the gag, or the muzzle, biting down and grinding his teeth.

“All right.  Well, good night, then,” said Ari.  "Er, good day.”  Nice, Ari.

They turned off the light and left him alone, going back into the kitchen, lowering their voices.  “What do you think?” said Lex.

Ari sighed.  “I think he can still hear us, so we should go upstairs.”

They did so, fucky stairs squeaking under their feet.  They shut the bedroom door.  At one point Lex might have been worried about leaving a vampire unsupervised, but it was broad daylight out by now.  He had nowhere to go.

“What information did you get out of him?” said Ari.

“He was trying to make artificial blood.”

“You believe him?”

Lex nodded.

Ari rubbed the back of her head.  “Well, shit.  Fuck.  All right.  I mean, that jives with his whole…way he is.  Most vampires I can think of would be at our throats first opportunity.”

A smile ghosted across Lex’s lips.  “I mean, technically…”

“Well…  you know what I mean.”  Ari crossed her arms.  “All right…I guess we need a long-term plan now…  We can keep him here for a while, but I guess we can’t keep him prisoner.  What do we do when he asks to leave?  I’m not letting him go until I’m–”

“--100% sure he’s not going to hurt anyone, yes I know, Ari.”

“Hey, I’m a vampire hunter, it’s my job to hunt–Well, I suppose the core of my job is really to control vampires to make sure they don’t hurt anyone, and that just historically has been synonymous with hunting them.  This is new to me.”

“He’s married,” said Lex.  “The phone call was to his husband.”

“Ah.  And the husband is a complete scumbag, I assume?”

“Well, it sounds like it.  But why would you…”

“Most men turn into scumbags when their wife cuts her hair short.  Besides, all the hot ones end up stuck with scumbags anyway.”

Lex put on a fake pout.  “You don’t think I’m hot?”

“You’re hot.  I’m the scumbag.”

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[the-knightmare]

Hidden in Plain Slide

@flufftober Prompt: "I hate you" "I love you too."

Louise swallowed thickly as she rearranged her limbs in the cramped space that was the red plastic slide. Its tubed shape meant she was hidden from anyone looking for her, and the late summer afternoon ensured any kid who might have stumbled across her was far away from Wagstaff elementary. Perfect for avoiding a certain boy who had changed the dynamics of their friendship forever.

They had been hanging out at pier along Wonder Wharf, legs dangling over the edge. They had been sharing a bag of overpriced popcorn, making up stories about people they saw lounging on the beach below when Rudy had gone quiet. Louise didn’t notice for a while, until there was no response after pointing out one man with a hot dog shaped tan after falling asleep in the middle of his lunch.

“Earth to Rudy, hot dog guy just rolled over and spread mustard all over himself.”

“Oh, I didn’t really notice.”

Louise rolled her eyes, “I can tell.”

They were quiet for a moment. Rudy staring at the waves as Louise waited for him to break the silence. She knew he would eventually tell her what was on his mind, and that they wouldn’t be able to have any fun until then.

“Hey, Louise, can I tell you something?”

Louise had a sarcastic comment ready, but the look on Rudy’s face had it die in her throat. Instead, she nodded, turning to face what her friend had to say.

“I’ve kept this to myself for a long time so it wouldn’t upset you. I also wanted to stay your friend. But I can’t keep holding it in anymore now that we’ve graduated.”

A cold pit settled in Louise’s stomach as she imagined what Rudy could possibly mean. Had she done something to upset him without realizing? Was he moving across the country for school? As if he could read her mind, Rudy answered her silent questions.

“It’s nothing you’ve done and my plans for community college haven’t changed. I just want to get something off my chest.”

“Louise, I have feelings for you. I’ve lov-liked you for a long time, and I needed to tell you,” Rudy looked away from her, his face flushing bright red as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

“You don’t have to return my feelings. If you don’t than we can pretend I didn’t say anything and go back to being friends.”

In that moment, Louise froze like a deer in headlights. Words failed her when she tried to respond. Not even her hands twitched with the urge to slap her friend for permanently changing their friendship, as there was no way she could ever forget what Rudy had just said.

“Why would he even do that?”

Louise’s voice was as small and strangled as she felt in her hiding place. She had run away after Rudy’s confession without a word. Leaving her best friend calling after her with a voice tinged with both concern and mild rejection.

“Stupid Rudy with his stupid feelings,” Louise kicked the slides walls, punctuating each word with a dull thud, “why can’t things stay the same, things were fine, now I know and can’t not know.”

A treacherous part of her thought this was a good thing. That if she acknowledged her own feelings, they could be happy together. But meant the chance of breaking up and losing Rudy, which is why she had ignored whatever feelings had developed over the years. It had worked, at least had been working. Until now that is, as Louise was confronted with Rudy’s matching feelings for her which tore through any argument of those feelings not being reciprocated.

“Louise?” Rudy’s voice brought her out of her spiraling thoughts.

“Louise, are you okay? Maybe that’s a stupid question right now, but can we talk?”

“How did you know where I was?” she asked instead of answering.

“I figure you were gonna hide and wanted to be alone,” Rudy’s voice got closer as he made his way across the play structure, “and Wagstaff is always empty this time of year with Wonder Wharf open.”

Rudy’s face popped into view as he settled at the top of the slide next to her, squinting in the afternoon sunlight.

“You can come in,” Louise said, “you know you’ll burn if you stay in the sun too long.”

Grinning, Rudy shifted closer. They were pressed together, sides touching, and Louise didn’t move to distance herself from him despite the heat.

“So, uh, about what I said earlier. We can just ignore it and pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Louise was tempted to take his offer of ignoring the confession. Even thought of how much better it would be if she could truly forget. But she knew she couldn’t and wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep ignoring her own feelings.

“I can’t forget what you said, Rudy.”

“Well, um, I can give you space if you want,” Rudy stammered, beginning to stumble out how he’d leave her alone from now on.

“I don’t want that.”

“What do you want, Louise?”

What she wanted was to keep Rudy as her best friend. She wanted to laugh at tourists, get into mischief, and pull pranks together. And if she was honest with herself, she wanted to hold hands and other things that definitely went outside of the friend category.

“What I want,” Louise said, “I want you to stay my friend, and to keep hanging out together.”

“But you just said,” Rudy started but she interrupted him.

“And I want to tell you that I like you.”

Louise felt her heart pound as she waited for Rudy to say something, even though he had been the one to confess the same earlier.

“Do you mean that?”

Louise nodded, slipping her hand on Rudy’s, who laced their fingers together as if they had always held hands.

“Does that mean you’d say yes if I asked you to frozen yogurt?”

“Yeah,” Louise said, “but only if you pay.”

They looked at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter, remembering when Louise had made Rudy pay for their frozen yogurt after breaking his arm after a screening of Hawk and Chick.

“I just want to say,” Rudy said tugging on her hand, “we don’t have to rush anything; we can go as slow as you’re okay with.”

Louise felt herself relax at the words. She didn’t know how it would work out but being with Rudy didn’t scare her. Not like she thought it would. It was this sense of ease that allowed Louise to attempt something she had thought about more and more over the past few weeks.

“Can I…we…try something?” Louise said looking at their joined hands.

“What is it?”

Louise leaned towards him, pressing their foreheads together. Their lips hovered inches apart before she tentatively closed the gap between them. They had kissed before. In this very playground after school in grade four. That kiss hadn’t been more than a childish peck before Louise had pulled back and slapped Rudy square in the face. This time, Louise felt the dry skin of his lips against hers, and instead of disgust as she pulled away, wanted to kiss him again.

It seemed Rudy felt the same, as he breathed out a quiet ‘worth the wait’ in the space between their faces. Despite the flutter in her stomach at his words, Louise rolled her eyes and gave his shoulder a shove.

“Don’t be such a sappy dork.”

“But you love that I’m a sappy dork,” Rudy said, bumping his shoulder against hers in playful retaliation.

“I hate you,” she said, head buried in his shoulder as her cheeks burned.

“I love you too,” Rudy said, pressing a kiss into her hair with a smile.

They stayed like that for a while. Comfortable to take in the closeness of the other without words. Eventually, Louise’s stomach grumbled, and they decided it was a sign to head back to her place to get something to eat. As they walked, Louise could feel the way Rudy’s thumb lazily rubbed her knuckles and was quietly thankful he knew exactly her well enough to have found a friend, now something a little more, in him.

[garyalanhidalgo]

2. The Opposite Side of the World

“Please don’t let today be the day the roof caves in.”

As if to wake the dead, Fabian Flores banged his head on the indestructible birch desk so it drowned out the kerplunk of the early May drizzle hitting the Hotel Cairo’s roof. A couple of months ago, as the night front desk manager, he would have welcomed the sound as a treat, relaxing him as he waited for his shift to end, especially on Friday nights when he often faked a welcoming smile for the late check-ins, usually there for a romantic getaway. He envied those kinds of guests who packed light and carried their own overnight bags, even if the porters complained about missing tips. Tonight, as he sat in a relatively dry office, two months into his promotion, the Hotel Cairo’s Managing Director received it as a threat. He wished the Grand Old Lady of the state’s famous Cherry Hills could wait a few more months of patch-up jobs while they brought back her old strength.

Fabian sat at the desk for an hour, ignoring that his neck stiffened and legs cramped, engrossed by what he read and reread in the well-loved journal he’d just luckily found behind the bookshelf.

The Hotel Cairo’s founder dated the first page, May 6, 2016, then faithfully updated his thoughts up to 2020, when Mr. Cicero’s health took a turn for the worse. Fabian wished he had known Mr. Cicero longer, but he had only been working there less than a year before he died. Hard to believe that was almost three years ago.

Leo planned to expand their wedding services from hosting the usual one or two weddings a month like they had revolutionized their business conference bookings from an “upon request” service to daily conferences and even business retreats on the weekends. If the majestic Cherry Hills that surrounded them got by for business events, they offered an even more sumptuous setting for exchanging vows, especially in the Age of Social Media.

“What has you so bewitched?” James Carraway’s eloquent voice asked from behind the papers. “I just got done meeting with Xenia. I’m supposed to ask if you’ve contacted Hughie Roman before I send a private investigator after him. She’s eager to get him here to discuss several matters.”

The Hotel Cairo’s lawyer mumbled the last word. Fabian didn’t mind that one matter they had to decide was whether to keep him officially as Managing Director or put out feelers for a permanent one.

James asked the inattentive hotel manager, “How can you decipher those ancient hieroglyphs?”

“Because they’re Leo Cicero’s chicken scratch.” He stashed the book in a drawer.

He finally looked eye to eye with their hotel lawyer. James had gray-green eyes that didn’t blink as they stared back at him. His dark blond hair and five o’clock scruff contrasted with the powder blue linen suit and immaculate white shirt he wore. Fabian noticed he had the same style of blazer and pants in five other colors. Their tailored fit construction showed off James’ lean, muscular build.

Fabian couldn’t remember how long he had been staring. He swung his chair to face the window, away from the lawyer’s view. Did James notice him staring? Did he drool? He swabbed his fingers around his mouth, then looked at his reflection in the office’s only window, which had steamed up so he couldn’t see outside. Checking out his own reflection in the glass, James Carraway met the hotel manager’s deer-in-the-headlights gaze with a bright, flattered smile.

“How did someone like Mr. Roman end up with fifty percent of the Hotel Cairo?” Fabian asked, pretending not to notice his scrutiny. He gulped in desperation and spun his chair back to face James again, thankful the lawyer didn’t let on something was amiss. As a lawyer, James was, he assumed, skilled at faking his emotions.

“You know those Hollywood types. They have to spend their money on something big to brag about. It doesn’t get bigger than a forty-acre estate with a mansion.”

“But he lives and works on the opposite side of the world. Couldn’t he sink his millions into something closer that he could check on?”

“That’s right.” James rested his elbows, then head on the other side of the desk, gawking at Fabian. “Mr. Roman’s never been here. He bought the shares right after Leo passed away. Mr. Cicero left it in his will to sell half the hotel shares as a nest egg to pay for any future improvements.”

“I guess I should know that,” Fabian said, disappointed he hadn’t sought the information before. He should have familiarized himself with all three of the owners, even if Mr. Roman was an undependable no-show.

“I can fill you in on all the complexities of the hotel’s legal history,” James said, sitting back and fooling around with his tie as if the temperature had gone up. “Maybe you want to put a pause on filing? Is that what you’re doing? Why don’t we go for a drink instead?”

James was attractive and helpful, but Fabian drove himself to be discreet, not just because they were co-workers, but because he had more serious issues he needed to worry about.

“A drink?” he asked.

“Relax.” James picked up on his unwillingness. “It’s a business invitation. Is Rosewood Bar neutral enough for you?”

“You’re right. I need a drink.” Fabian changed his mind to James’ relief. “Do you mind me asking how old you are?”

“Forty,” James said. “Am I age-appropriate enough for a friendly drink?”

Fabian got out of his chair and put on his burgundy blazer with the prominent “T-H-C” in gold stitching. He was warming up to the idea of one drink with a coworker, but prayed it wouldn’t worsen into anything else the way things often did after a couple of drinks.

One undeniable benefit of no longer working the graveyard shift was not being asleep at home while the rainbow-colored sunset of the Cherry Hills unfolded outside the Hotel Cairo. Fabian had seen nothing so magical, as if Mother Nature had woven every color into the sky over the misty peaks that dotted the horizon.

“This is the first time I’ve been here at this hour.” He saw guests already entranced by the unmissable view while they enjoyed their drinks on the terrace or inside with them. “No wonder the bar still does so well.”

“I forget.” James led them to the bar, where they perched side by side on comfy bar stools. “As a night manager, you wouldn’t be here until midnight.”

“I’d also be stuck between the front desk and Mr. Cicero’s office unless there was an emergency at another part of the hotel,” Fabian said, as the lights and colors coming in from outside and filling the room overwhelmed him. At a baby grand piano tucked away in a corner, their regular pianist played a dazzling melody to accompany the enchanting time of day. “I actually shouldn’t give myself so much slack now,”

“Do I need to remind you to relax? Even Mr. Cicero would join us here for a drink after we concluded business for the day. He’d always boast about this peculiar view from the terrace, especially during sunset. That God created it for lovers.”

“I never thought it would be so incredible.” Fabian was dumbfounded by the specific words James used, not because he’d read it in Leo’s notes, but because James’ glances and grins lingered a little longer on him.

James nodded at the bartender after she had finished serving the guests who had just come in. Fabian’s face went from a little boy seeing his gifts on Christmas morning to the little boy who broke his mama’s favorite vase. The bartender rested a shiny silver bucket packed with ice and a bottle of champagne sitting inside, waiting to be uncorked.

“We didn’t order this,” Fabian said as the bartender turned to James for further instructions.

“Don’t worry.” James raised his hand and signaled the bartender to go ahead. “I arranged it earlier. A late toast to your promotion. Trust me, it won’t be a human resource issue.” His companion’s legal assurance had somewhat won over Fabian as he started to unwind. There was still something despite James’ adoring expression coupled with the room’s radiance that alarmed him. Maybe love wasn’t for everyone—especially not him.

Before he could refuse, the champagne flowed without caution into two exquisite flutes. The shimmering bubbles and diverting aroma tempted him before he sipped a single drop. He blamed himself for not putting an end to James’ true desire until it was too late. “If you say so.”

“I say so,” James said as he presented a full glass to Fabian and raised the other.

“Well, you aren’t my boss,” Fabian said. It was too late. He already tasted the connection he’d tested. It was something he hadn’t felt in forever.

“And you aren’t my boss.” James pinged his glass on Fabian’s. “Anyway, here’s to your promotion as the Hotel Cairo’s Managing Director.”

“Acting Managing Director.” Fabian tapped James’ glass back and sipped with diligence.

“Semantics,” James assured him. “Leo was fond of you and his ex-wife, who seems to be the only partner still interested in the hotel, handpicked you. It was a shame the hotel had to suffer under what’s his name for three years.”

“Mr. January was a nice man.” Fabian sought to be diplomatic. “He took care of business as usual, but not the hotel’s long-term prospects. Since we’re talking business, I’m curious. Who do you really report to?”

Fabian often wondered about James and Xenia Xavier, who were as thick as thieves.

“The Hotel Cairo, of course,” James answered fondly.

He hadn’t quit staring at Fabian since toasting his promotion. Fabian caught him doing it in the past when he tagged along with his papa for after-hours meetings with Mr. Cicero in his office. Fabian once expected the hotel lawyer to ask him out right away. He never did.

“That’s something we have in common.” Fabian sipped a bit more champagne after James poured a second round. “Our love of the hotel.”

“Then here’s to the Grand Dame of Hannibal,” James said, “the Hotel Cairo. May your shareholders finally meet so Fabian Flores can loosen up and go on a proper date. Not that we’re on one, of course.”

Fabian smiled at James and tapped his glass once more. Its resounding hum heightened the spell he was under. He said, “I hope Mr. Roman feels the same way about his hotel, then we can all pull together and bring it back to its fairytale days.”

“Fairytale days?” James inched his barstool closer, so Fabian now inhaled his fruity, woodsy scent and looked into the depths of his vivid eyes. “Didn’t Leo say that?”

“That’s what he called his happiest times here.” Fabian checked himself. He pulled away even as his associate sidled up without regard. He had to put a stop to it now. “Thanks for the champagne, but I should get back to work. I hope to get in touch with Mr. Roman before you send a P.I. after him.”

“Alright.” The hotel lawyer’s eyes eclipsed and his smile drooped. “Please keep me updated on Hughie Roman. And Fabian?”

“I will.” Fabian stopped in his tracks at the tender way James declared his name. “Anything else?”

James paused, his voice cracking. “Promise you’ll let me take you out to dinner soon. I’d prefer to take you to my favorite restaurants in the city or even downtown Hannibal, but if 24/7 is all you can manage time-wise, I’ll take it.”

Fabian’s pulse hurried. At least he had his back to James since he sweltered as the lawyer awaited his answer. “How about dinner at 24/7 tomorrow? I planned to go over the restaurant numbers with Chef Milos. We can have dinner afterward.”

“Alright,” James yelled. “It’s a date.”

Fabian spun around, grimacing a bit.

“Business date,” James corrected himself as Fabian rushed off. He eyed the half-empty bottle of champagne sitting in front of him as if it was urging him to finish up. “Business date.”

* * *

The office door squeaked open, and Fabian half-expected Leo to greet him.

He looked at the tarnished brass wall clock with the Roman numerals hanging to the right of the desk. It would no longer be business hours on the West Coast, or evening yet. He would try to call Hughie Roman again before James sent a P.I., which might only drive him further away.

He dialed the number that after two months, he’d committed to memory. It rang six times and still no answer. Fabian was about to hang up when a distant, exhausted voice eventually answered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Roman, I’m glad I finally reached you,” Fabian blurted. He feared losing his breath before Hughie Roman finally lost interest and hung up. “This is Fabian Flores, Acting Managing Director of the Hotel Cairo.”

“Acting Managing Director? What happened to the last guy who called last year?”

“I want to invite you to attend the annual shareholders’ meeting next week.”

“Next week?” Mr. Roman sounded annoyed already. “That doesn’t give me much notice. I may have auditions booked then.”

“Sir, I’ve been trying to reach you for two months. I wanted to give you a lot of advance notice. I’ll have Redwood Lodge prepared for your stay. It’s the hotel’s largest cabin home and is reserved for the majority shareholder. In case you forgot, that’s you.”

“I haven’t forgotten I own fifty percent of the Hotel Cairo. Believe me. I haven’t forgotten. I’ve been meaning to visit your hotel, but could never find the time with my busy shooting schedule. I’ve appreciated that it’s making money and, of course, the regular dividends prove useful. However, they aren’t nearly enough for me to hold on to my shares.”

“Maybe the opportunity to triple your investment would convince you to hold on to them a little longer.” He heard the other man read off some numbers. He must’ve used his fingers and toes to do the math. 

Mr. Roman finally answered, “Triple would be nice. How long would it take? I don’t have time on my side these days, Fabio.”

“It’s Fabian,” he corrected the weary voice. “And neither do I. All I ask is that you come to the partners’ meeting so I can make my presentation in front of all the shareholders. Please.”

“So the other partners will be there.”

“There’s only three of you.”

“Would they be interested in buying my shares?”

“Why don’t you visit us first before you decide?” Without meaning to, Fabian had grasped a handful of his hair.

“Then you can ask Miss Xavier or Mr. Holden face to face if they’d be interested in increasing their ownership.”

If he hadn’t had doubts about the survival and the success of the hotel before, he had plenty of them now. Hughie Roman sounded sleepy and even broken, although it was just early evening in his time zone. Maybe he had a long day of shooting. He shouldn’t forget their majority shareholder was an actor. Maybe a successful one who was too busy to return his calls. He had to be to buy half the Hotel Cairo.

“Good idea.”

“Let’s discuss everything before you make an …” Fabian thought he had finally convinced Hughie Roman to at least give him a chance had it not been for one careless adjective. “Impulsive decision.”

“Impulsive?” The once passive voice was now full of vitality and worse, defensive. “Who says I’m making an impulsive decision? I’d like to talk to your lawyer instead of you about selling my shares then.”

“I meant to say final.” Fabian’s voice cracked as he tried to redress his incorrect choice of words. “Final decision. If I haven’t convinced you that it’ll be worth holding onto your shares, then I’ll gladly do everything to help you sell them at the best price.”

The word sell was a dagger in Fabian’s heart. He refused to even entertain the thought.

Fabian Flores prepared to fight.

“Fine. I’ll go to your shareholders’ meeting. Expect me there by the end of the week. I’d benefit from a mini-sabbatical before the shindig.”

“That sounds better, Mr. Roman.” Fabian rejoiced in the opportunity to win over Hughie Roman before he did something foolish with his shares. “I’ll email you the details.”

“You do that, Frodo.”

“Fabian.”

“I’m sorry, Fabian,” the actor said the correct name. “I’ve been trying to be better at remembering names.”

With that, Mr. Roman hung up.

There was something else about Hughie Roman and their conversation that made Fabian Flores certain Leo Cicero would have loathed the man determined to sell his legacy.

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[sillyfanfics]

Ad Aqua (to the water)

Summary: Enola Matthews is a orphan - kind of. Her mother is in jail and her father might as well not exist, but at least she has her best friend (Catlin) to help her when she is attacked by a Starbucks barista who is actually - plot twist! - an empousa. She is rushed to Camp Half Blood with Catlin and shown the ropes.

CWs: CW: Death (kind of - Catlin stabs a undead), homophobic speech, weapons.

Notes: If you liked it, please PLEASE PLEASE interact. Constructive criticism is welcomed as equally as compliments.

Words: 2.1k

Chapter 1: My Life Is Ruined

“I wonder what I’d look like with bangs,” I mumbled to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Should I?”

My green eyes darted to the scissors on the counter. I should. It’s my ‘avatar’, after all. I haven’t customized it in a while. Except for when I bleached my hair last week. But what would my mother think? She didn’t like how I looked the last time I changed my look. But then again, who cares? It’s not like she can do anything about it - I still have two years before she finishes her sentence. By then, I’ll be sixteen. By then, the bangs will have grown out.

Screw it.

I put on some good music, grabbed the scissors and began cutting. I’d just started when I heard the door opening. I bolted up, a deer caught in headlights, before I saw it was only Catlin. She stood in the doorway, holding a fake mouse by the tail.

I turned red, “Well, since you put a fake rat in the shower this morning, I thought I’d prank you back.”

A smile tugged at the sides of her mouth before she gave in, laughing. “Ah, sorry. It was so funny though! You screamed so loud-”

“Oh, shush!” I giggled as she sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“Anyways, what are you doing?” 

“Totally not cutting my bangs.”

“You don’t have bangs - oh.” She approached me, warm hands taking the scissors away. “You’re cutting them crooked. Let me help?”

I nodded, climbing into the bathtub as per her instruction. As she spoke, I began to grow more and more tired. I fell asleep to the thought that maybe I shouldn’t have pranked Catlin before letting her have full control of my hair. Oh well.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” 

I groaned and opened my eyes to blinding light. All the windows were open, and light sliced through the bathroom. I was still in the bathtub and… smelled like Catlin. Wait. I looked down. Why am I wearing Catlin’s shirt?  My gaze rose to the mirror and I didn't recognise myself. A blue-haired girl with bangs met my eyes. 

She stumbled into the bathroom, bleary. Her hands were stained blue, and she quickly hid them behind her back. “Do you like it?”

My gaze slid back to the girl in the mirror. “...Maybe.”

“Well then.” She rolled her shoulders back. “I’m glad. Anyways, it’s only semi-permanent. It should wash out in a week or two, so don’t fret too much, m’kay?”

I forced a smile, “Alright.”

“I made breakfast, does that help?”

“Ooh, okay!”

I practically floated over to our makeshift counter, grabbing a bowl of oatmeal. Catlin makes the best oatmeal ever.

“Oh, and class starts in an hour.”

“Hmmph?” I whipped my head around, mouth full of oatmeal. 

Catlin yawned. “Yeah. I’m gonna go on a run - I need to wake up.”

I nodded, finishing my bite of oatmeal. “Bring the taser.”

She reached into the pocket of her hoodie, “Already got it.”

“M’kay. Well, be safe.”

“Will do!”

I finished getting ready, checking to see if any of the color was bleeding. It wasn’t. When Catlin got back, we headed to our first class of the day.  The day was uneventful until lunch.

 Catlin asked me if I wanted to go to Starbucks to get a sandwich or something. Of course I said yes. Because Starbucks. We talked about pretty much everything under the sun on the way, as one tends to do when talking with one’s friends. And that’s where my story truly begins- okay, okay, the most exciting stuff happens later, but still.

“We’re here!” I looked up at the Starbucks sign, and then walked through the double doors, inhaling the scent of coffee and warm, buttery foods. The barista there was a blonde girl with icy-blue eyes. She was beautiful, but kind of menacing. Blondes were quite scary, in my experience.

She looked quite sketchy, but I didn’t think much of it, as there was no line and I was hungry. My only concern was getting food right now.

“Hello! May I get one sausage-cheddar-egg sandwich and one regular coffee, please? Two pumps of classic syrup,” My usual. Yes, I liked sweet things. I looked back at Catlin. “What do you want?”

“Uh, I think I’ll have the spinach feta wrap,” She responded, looking at the menu.

The barista nodded. “Anything else for you ladies?”

“No, thank you!” 

“That’ll be 15.99.”

I nodded and put the money on the table, then went to sit down. 

“Oh, look, it’s the orphan fags!” Behind me, I heard Lisette giggling. 

I stiffened. Beside me, Catlin shook her head.

Let it go, she mouthed.

“I’m not even an actual orphan,” I grumbled. “And calling people slurs is-”

“I know.”

“Like, my dad’s probably alive. Doesn’t her best friend also have a deadbeat dad?”

“Yeah.” Catlin paused. “That’s kinda messed up.”

“And my mom is only in jail for two more years!”

“I know, I know. Just…” Her eyes darted around. “Oh, look! Our food’s here! Can you grab it?”

I sighed, nodding. As I turned, I saw Catlin start towards Lisette’s group. I grabbed our food and turned to see them leaving the Starbucks. Lisette flippedflipeds Catlin off as Catlin tooktakes her seat. Catlin turneds towards me and smileeds. 

I love seeing her smile - she could light up all of LA with that smile.

Once we had eaten, we threw away our trash and walked out. The streets were busy, as always, but we decided that we should try and hurry back. We were running three minutes late. Luckily, there was an alleyway out the back of the Starbucks that served as a shortcut. We went down it, walking quickly and trying not to look scared or suspicious. That was when I heard the door creak open and someone step out into the alleyway behind us. 

I risked a look back, and saw the barista walking -very quickly- towards us.

“Oh, it’s just you-” I barely managed to say before she tackled me.

“HALF-BLOOD SCUM! ” She yelled, her face warping. Her eyes turned green, mirroring mine, and her hair turned to flames. I watched in horror as she ripped off her name tag - Jolene. She became visibly paler, with moonish skin. Hair grew out of her left leg at an alarming rate, her foot bursting through her shoe. Except it was a hoof - not a foot.

“What the hell, lady?” I screamed, terrified. 

I started kicking my legs and scratching at the face before me. It drew blood, but not only did the wounds close -which was beyond scary- but her makeup stayed impeccable. I would have to ask her which brand she used.

“Enola!” I heard my name yelled by Catlin.

“What?”

“Duck!” I saw her standing above the barista, and then drove a knife into the barista’s back.

Why does she have a knife?  I thought amongst the panic.

AAGHH!” Jolene let out a strangled cry of pain, then started disintegrating. 

I sat straight up, frozen, staring at the barista as she turned to ash. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Catlin’s hand. I looked up and, seeing it was her and not some demonic barista, I practically leaped up and hugged her.

She rubbed my back, “Shhhh, shhh, it’s okay. But we do need to go. Now.”

 I nodded, shivering. My cheek stung from where that thing had scraped it, “Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

 We ran through the alleyway. It seemed Cat was limping, or trotting. 

“Cat, are you okay? You’re…. trotting.”

She looked down, “Oh. Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine. Are you?”

“Yeah, but are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure. But you’re sure you’re okay?”

I heaved a sigh and nodded.

We finally made it to our dorm, panting and sweaty. We ran the whole way. I hate running. 

“Okay, we need to pack everything. We probably won’t ever be back here,”

I nodded.

“Why? I mean, I’m happy that we’re leaving, but why? And so suddenly, too.”

She looked at me, and nodded, “Okay, so that thing in the alleyway? That was an empousa. Her name was Jolene. She’ll come back, hopefully not soon, but I didn’t kill her. So I’m not a murderer.”

I shook my head. “I’m not worried about that. I couldn’t care less about her. I’m worried about why we need to leave. I’d help you hide the body, but there’s not one.”

“That’s my girl.” She smiled, but then stopped, going back to packing. “More of the monsters will come, and we need to cross the country. It’ll take maybe a day if we go by the gray sister’s taxi. You are a half-blood. Don’t get mad, that means half god, half mortal. The only safe place is a camp in New York. Also I’m half-goat. A satyr. So yeah.. Now go pack.”

I blinked, surprised, “That’s a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, I know. You can process it while we’re driving. Go pack.”

I nodded and we both raced around the dorm room, collecting CDs and clothes and all the necessities.. If we were never coming back, I wanted to make sure my manga and my other books stayed with me, along with my clothes and toiletries. 

Oh, and all my money. I had about a thousand dollars. Yes, it’s a lot of money, but that’s what happens when your mother gets sent to prison and your rich relatives and all their friends decide to pity you. Pity comes in the form of money, I guess.

 Once I had packed everything into my suitcase and backpack, Catlin nodded, “That’s a lot. I hope we don’t get attacked, otherwise you’ll have to let go of the suitcase.”

“Like you packed any less,” I snorted, “Plus, I can just break their kneecaps with it.”

She nodded, “Here, take this knife. Don’t worry, I have one more. Let’s move out.” 

I snorted at the last part, this wasn’t really a spy mission, “Okay, let’s go.”

Once we were outside, Catlin closed her eyes and tossed a coin into the street while whispering, “Stêthi 'Ô hárma diabolês.”

I was intrigued, and just as I was going to ask what it meant, a taxi that appeared to be made out of smoke drove up, so quickly I could feel the wind from it.

An elderly woman with no eyes leaned out, her face covered in wrinkles. She had but one tooth. “This is out of our area…”

“I am aware. There will be more money upon our arrival.”

“Very well. Get in.”

The back door swung open, and Catlin nodded at me, then got in. I climbed in after, and the door swung closed after me. The seats were lumpy and cracked. So, you know, like a regular taxi. Out of instinct, I looked around for a seatbelt. Call me a goody-two-shoes. Instead of a seatbelt, however, there was a black chain, covered in dried gum. I decided I’d rather die than touch it.

Out of the corner of her mouth, Catlin whispered, “Hold on.”

I nodded, bracing myself against the seat in front of me, and tucking my suitcase between my legs. One of the women in the front of the car revved the engine and we took off like a shot. My head slammed against the headrest, hands clenched onto Catlin's arm, unable to move.

Catlin, however, seemed completely fine.

“How are you okay with this?” I hissed out of the side of my mouth.

“I don’t get out much, plus… if you close your eyes it feels like the IncrediCoaster at Disneyland!”

“How is that better?” I yelped as the taxi took a sharp turn to the left.

“It’s fun! Also if their eye falls out, give it back, please?”

“What. Falls out? Eye? Like, in total? They share one?” I screeched.

“Yeah.” Catlin opened the window. I took a deep breath, then promptly fell into Catlin’s lap as the taxi swerved through traffic and around buildings. This was insane. “You might want to try and sleep. You’ll need the energy.” She added once I untangled myself from her.

“Like that’ll happen, with all the swerving…”

“Whatever, you can try to stay awake. I’m just saying.” 

Let me say this: that night’s sleep was the worst I have ever had. But, I did make a major breakthrough. The reason all of this happened to me was because I was in a coma, or at least a dream. I know, it’s cliche, that saying ‘it’s just a dream’ automatically makes it real, but I’ve never been in a coma before. Maybe it’s different than in the movies. Someone must’ve put a sedative in my coffee. Right after that is when everything went weird.

[coollyinterferes]

Totally did not plant a whoopie cushion when he had the chance on Jonathan's seat. Granny Erina would skin him alive for this but that's only IF she knew and right now it was just him and his grandfather. Mischievous eyes watched and waited, although the sheer fact he could see his now living blood relative alive and well brought a bittersweetness to the beats of his heart. The impish smile on his face dampened for a small bit, thinking back to how sad Granny Erina felt but she always spoke of Jonathan like the light of her life and by god does he understand what she meant now that he stood in the presence of the man himself.

But, before that sad sap of a thought could go on; Joseph's eyes lit up and a quick usher to calm his smile into one that wouldn't be suspicious slapped itself over his brazen features.

" Hey Gramps, I got a little something to say buuut first I believe you'd best take a seat~ "

A struggle it was to keep his composure, sitting ever so 'innocently' as he heard the fruits of his prank and bellowed out in a fitful laughter.

" Happy Birthday! "

Jonathan’s bday asks 【temporarily accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

This whole opportunity he had been given, a new chance in life some would even call it... It was so strange to some extent. Knowing and being fully aware that he was in some way 'cheating death' and living longer than what he was supposed to... He wasn't sure if this was going to be permanent and he'd be able to live long enough to grow old, or if this would be something temporary and the effect might wear off at some point when he got back home. It was... perhaps better not to think about it.

A relief it was when he heard Joseph's voice, calling him and getting his attention. It was quite outstanding to him just how full of energy he always seemed to be around him. Not the norm in his time, not among the uptight wealthy and rich, as Jonathan was accustomed to see, but definitely a change he welcomed with open arms, having been a bit of a rowdy boy himself in his childhood.

"Ah! Yes. What is it?" He then inquired, curiosity turning into a bit of concern when he's presented with the suggestion of sitting down to hear whatever it was Joseph was about to inform him. "Is everything alright?"

But, of course, the only 'answer' he got for his question was a... quite unique sound that echoed in the room as soon as he sat down on the cushioned chair.

A fart. It was without a doubt a fart. Loud and clear. Turquoise eyes widened and his mouth hung open a little as he froze for a second. It was like seeing a deer caught in the freaking headlights. The man turned beet red with embarrassment. He knew it wasn't his but, given that the sound unequivocally came from his chair's direction it would definitely make the younger Joestar think he was the culprit.

"Oh dear!" The words came out of his mouth as soon as his mind caught up. He looked at Joseph with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

"T- That wasn't me! I swear!" He quickly explained, visibly terrified of what his grandson would think of him. That terror immediately became confusion as Joseph burst into a fit of laughter.

Apparently, Jonathan hadn't caught up with the fact that this was, indeed, a prank. A birthday prank.

[anxious-changeling]

Hi! Could i have a headcanons of Josuke, Jolyne, Jotaro and Kakyoin (seperate) with a fem! s/o has a anxiety and also has a stand?

Whenever she's scared or panic her stand might can't or lose control of it cuz s/o was blind of fear also thinks might hurt them of her stand?

How would they handle their s/o?

I love this idea! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

I tried to use different fear responses such as fight, flight, freeze, and lashing out!

Weather Report

Out of the corner of his eye Weather saw you tense up and freeze like a deer in headlights. Honestly he would’ve too with how terrifying the enemy stand is. A 18ft tall tarantula stand named Butterfly, to hell that thing is a butterfly-

Suddenly you just took off and before Weather could call after you Butterfly made its move. It launched itself at Weather to which he had no choice except to dodge until you came back. Usually he could rely on your stands sheer strength but it seemed you fled out of fear.

He’d have to be smart or end up as Butterfly’s newest victim. Thankfully Butterfly didn’t seem all too smart and continued to run face first int walls when charging.

Suddenly Butterfly stumbled like it had been hit another stumble, another stumble, and finally it fell with a boom! It faded away silently leaving Weather in a cold sweat of “what the hell defeated that thing.”

A while later Weather stumbled upon you and who’d he assumed was Butterfly’s user pounded to a pulk. You’d obviously been crying as you explained to him that you’d run face first into the user and beat them up to get away.

While you had run away from the fight Weather is just glad you’re okay and even proud how you defeated the user! Before you both had to separate for curfew he made sure to give you and peck and say, “You did a good job today doll.”

Jolyne

As you froze Jolyne just watched as Cherry Pie’s fist went straight for your face before it too. The air growing cold enough to burn skin, your stand behind you in its glory.

As the temperature continued to plummet Jolyne scrambled away just in time as the ice spread. Somehow you seemed unaffected by the cold, your eyes glassy and unfocused.

Cherry Pie grunted as it tried to claw at the frozen blood in its arm without avail, the user clawing their arm in pain. Cherry Pie suddenly grew frantic scratching higher and higher as if the ice was spreading.

As soon as Cherry Pie let out an inhuman shriek you seemed to startle much to Jolyne relief. If you had been any longer she too would’ve probably succumbed to your stands powers.

Suddenly you seemed frantic as you whipped around barely calming down as your eyes met Jolynes. Cherry Pie and it’s user limped away from the two of you, no doubt to get medical attention for their frost bitten limbs. Cherry Pies user would likely live with permanent injuries for the rest of their life from your stand.

“Jolyne I, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to lose control it’s just I freeze and-“ You cried as your stand dissipated soundlessly and Jolyne made her way to your side.

Jolyne cooed, “It’s alright my love it’s over now, everything’s okay.” You couldn’t t help but grip her shirt to prove your own existence and hers. You were both safe and you hadn’t hurt your girlfriend with your stand.

“How about we go warm up and have a girls night okay? Wipe this whole day away.” Jolyne prompted as she guided you back to the main prison area. “That sounds great. Thank you JoJo.” You sniffled, just happy you both survived another day.

Jotaro

When you had told Jotaro that you had severe anxiety paired with anger issues all he could think was “same”. He just didn’t realize what your version looked like-

Apparently your boss had yelled at you causing a fear response which then morphed into rage- Jotaro was surprised when he got a call from you telling him to come asap or there would be mayhem.

Minutes later Jotaro found you in the parking lot fuming while your stand stood menacingly. It’s glowing eyes piercing his soul with its rage, he’d never seen it like this! Not even in Egypt!

“Listen I just had a really shitty day and I need you to stay at least 6 feet away. Talk to me.” You growled as your pacing picked up speed, all you could feel was your need to punch your manager.

“So what happened?” Jotaro inquired as Star Platinum formed keeping a careful eye on your stand who hadn’t moved. You couldn’t help but heave out a humorless laugh as you tried to take calming breaths.

“My manager decided to scream at me for something small until I almost cried. Who the fuck yells at someone for a typo??” You yelled which just seemed to agitate your stand more. Your stand almost eyes the space between you and Jotaro calculatingly, as if it wanted to fight Jotaro itself.

Jotaro just sighed uttering his signature phrase and said, “Listen you need to calm down you’re overreacting.” He realized his mistake as you whipped around towards him, your anger turning onto him. “I know you did not just tell me that!” You hissed and your stand bristled angrily clenching it’s hands by it’s side.

As you took a deep breath to calm yourself and your stand everything started to wind down a little. “Okay. Okay. I’m going to try to calm down so my stand doesn’t end up hurting you. However you have no right to tell me I’m overreacting after everything that happened today.” You huffed while trying to calm yourself.

Jotaro winced yeah he definitely hadn’t used the right words. “I’m sorry you’ve been through a lot today and I shouldn’t have said you’re overreacting. Would you like to go get some ice cream or something after this?” He said while stepping closer to you, Star Platinum floating over to lovingly head bump your stand.

You couldn’t help but smile and say, “I’d really like that maybe we could watch a new marine documentary too.” Jotaro just smiled at you lovingly. After such a long stressful day you both found comfort in one another’s company.

Kakyoin

Suddenly you were off racing through the malls maze like structure, weaving between people as your stand materialized. Kakyoin could barely keep pace as you barreled to a secluded area.

Once Kakyoin caught up he found you curled up in an abandoned storage room with your stand looming behind you. Your breathing frantic and your eyes terrified of something unseen.

‘Maybe it’s a stand attack?’ Kakyoin thought as he moved closer, his mistake. Suddenly a vine hit him square across the chest, sending him skidding back. Lesson learned don’t come near giant stand being rn.

“Darling?” Kakyoin whispered at you as he sat down, wincing as he saw you bury yourself deeper into your arms. Your stand seemed to bristly a bit more but didn’t move a muscle.

So instead of trying to force you to communicate he played the waiting game! Making cats cradles with Hierophant Green as you slowly came back to this plane.

Once you shakily unraveled yourself he knew it was time to ask, “Hey hon how’s my beautiful girlfriend doing.” It took you a moment for everything to sink in before you tiredly answered, “M good just tired and I would like to go home now.”

Suddenly as if shocked you shot up rushing over to Kakyoin fretting, “Oh my god Kakyoin are you okay? I faintly remember hearing something get hit?!” Kakyoin just smiled placidly reassuring, “Everything’s fine my love nothing a little ice can’t fix okay? Now let’s get on our way home hmm?”

With that the two of you headed home to have a lazy day to recover, watching some classics while cuddling. While the day could’ve gone better Kakyoin was just glad he was by your side in your time of need.

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Itzy going to an aquarium with their GF

Requested: No

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Yeji

When you arrived the look of pure excitement was already taking its place on Yejis face, her wide smile and eyes gleaming in amazement as she could see all kinds of aquatic species swimming, roaming freely in their assigned tanks.

"Look at this one!" Yeji exclaims, ignoring the startled kids nearby as she points towards yet another fish. 

"It has a funny nose" you laugh at her, a look of disbelief being thrown at you without disregard. "Don't say that, look, you've offended her" she tchs, frowning as her fish pal swims into hiding.

"That, or maybe it's because you assumed their gender" you smile in victory as she sighs,"I'm sorry fishy, please come back" she says, tapping the glass. When the fish does come back out, it had completely avoided you two, much to Yejis demise.

"Well now that's just rude!" Yeji fake cries, fanning her face. "What the-" 

"I'm trying to make it feel guilty"

"I don't think fish have emotions like that, if they did then I'm sure they'd be disgusted because you're here" she rolled her eyes, eventually giving up and moving on to the next tank.

Lia

As soon as she laid eyes on the place she was beyond exhilarated, wanting to get inside as soon as possible. Lia walked with a skip in her step and a refreshing smile with each word.

The first stop was none other than where all the jellyfish were, their mesmerising pigments looking like natural plants under the water, emitting an ominous glow.

She didn't speak, only staring at them as they gracefully glided beneath the depths of their tank. "What do you think?" You start, earning a glance from her.

"I think it's amazing, thank you" she smiles, her eyes half closed. It was the perfect view, her adorable smile and the spectacular lighting. You would've bowed down and called her queen if you weren't somewhat mentally stable.

"We've only just arrived Lia" you smile, looking at your girlfriend as she joyfully claps in silence "come, there are turtles here somewhere"

"Really?" She squealed, immediately grabbing your wrist with a tight grip as she drags you to whatever next creature sparks her interest. 

Ryujin

Her phone was within her grasp, a sheepish smile on her face as you turned around, finally breaking away from the thick glass that separates you and your fish friends.

"What are you-" you stare at her, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Taking pictures" she smiles confidently, snapping a shot of your shocked expression before laughing at you. "Hey! Delete that" you demanded, but got only a negative response, a shake of the head. "No can do honey"

"Why not" you frown, staring deep into her soul as if you knew something she didn't "because it's my new home screen" she smiled as you whined,"but why~" 

"Because it's cute and holds a good memory" she winks, taking yet another photo out of annoyance. "I don't want to be near you anymore" you roll your eyes as she only smiles at your foolish mood.

"Fine, I'll just follow you"

"Please don't" ignoring your words, she followed you anyways, no hesitation present in her steps. She waddled after you as she continued to take pictures for future preferences.

Chaeryeong 

You had sat down to enjoy the view of the larger scaled tanks, one in particular was decorated in hundreds of live fish, schools of them swimming in unison as if it was a synchronised choreography.

Chaeryeongs face was permanently stuck with the look of amazement, "They're so pretty" she whispered in a hush, not realising she had even said it aloud.

"Oh and what? I'm not?" you acted offended, being a dramatic girlfriend was like a full-time job, but it's always worth it. You love seeing her smile, and hearing her giggle at your snarky comments. "No babe, you're not pretty" you gasp once again, holding your heart this time instead.

"Wooowww~" you roll your eyes, declining the small grin that's threatening to showcase itself. "Let me finish" she holds your hand, the blue light coming from the tank illuminating half of your face "You're beautiful"

She smiles innocently, her eyes interlocking with yours as she waits for you to speak. "Yeah, I know" she lets out an airy laugh "but… I guess you are too…" 

Yuna

"What are you doing-" you paused speaking as you looked down to Yuna, who, even now, had her face squished against the glass. "I want to kiss the fishes" she mumbled against the class, somehow sounding clear. "But none of them want to kiss me, something's fishy here" You rolled your eyes at her pun as she smiled victoriously.

"If they don't want to give you a kiss, then can I have it?" You slumped down to her level, on the floor, leaning forwards with your eyes closed. "No! This kiss is preserved for the fish" she pushed your face away, pressing her face up against the glass yet again.

"Fine! I'll just go kiss some fish too" you grumble, getting up, only to get pulled back down by Yuna. "No, don't go kissing fish" you raised an eyebrow at her words "only I get your kisses" 

"Ew, no thanks" you joked, laughing at Yunas pout. "Go away then, you don't want my kisses, you don't want me" 

"That's not true, I want your kisses, but I also want the fish's kisses" her pout only grew,"you want to cheat on me with fish?"

"Not my problem, that's for future me to deal with" you smile before getting up and leaving the area, having a semi-mad Yuna chasing after you.

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Work It Out

Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.

A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.7k

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“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”

“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”

“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”

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They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.

From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.

The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.

The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.

“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.

And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.

“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.

“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.

It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.

-- --

It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.

She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.

When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.

“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.

“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.

“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.

“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”

“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.

“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.

“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”

“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”

“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.

“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”

He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.

“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.

“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.

“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.

-- --

It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.

He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.

Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.

“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.

“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.

“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.

He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.

“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.

“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.

“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.

“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.

“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.

“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’

So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.

“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.

“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.

“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”

She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.

“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.

“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.

“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.

“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.

His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.

Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.

“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.

“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.

“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”

She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.

It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.

“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”

They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.

Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.

“Shower?”

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Mr Dream Writer 3 [Drabble Series]

Pairing – [Seokjin x Reader]

Genre – [Best Friend’s Brother AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Writer AU, Slow Burn, Coming Off Age, Romance, Roommates To Lovers]

Summary – [Jin is the sun and you’re the moon.]

Warnings – [age gap (8 years), children’s book writer!jin and smut writer!oc, pining, smut (morning wood, sexual fantasies, no actual smut yet), fluff, angsty thoughts]

Word Count – [727 words]

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It’s so hot you can feel sweat collecting at your spine and brows as something warm is clinging to you from behind. You can’t get away from the heat something is stopping you from wriggling out of its hold. Your dream-dazed mind needs a minute to realise what’s pressed against you and emits so much heat and when you do – your entire body freezes.

Right. You let Jin into your bed. He’s like a furnace. You tilt your head backwards careful to not accidentally wake him up whilst you try to make a mental plan in your head on how to get out of bed. His hands are placed dangerously down on your body holding you by the hips and when he squeezes you suddenly you jump a little getting pressed on him more in the process. Your nightshirt during the night got rolled all the way up till your stomach is not covered by the fabric anymore. His hands are in direct contact with your skin and you can feel his warm touch cage you against him.

You’re outright panicking when you can feel his boner press into your buttcheeks. Sleepiness is long gone from the back of your mind.

This sounds like the beginning of one of your cheap smut stories. You vaguely remember writing one about two people sharing one bed (one of your favourite tropes to write) when they got stranded because of the weather.

Your protagonist woke up just like you with a morning wood rutting against her whilst the boy was still living in a wet dream.

Jin isn’t moving though. He’s just pressed against you. His breath is not laboured at all as relaxed puffs of air hit your earlobe. He’s deeply asleep but his body is certainly awake and ready to nut. If you would be one of your characters then you might have the courage to press back and grind your ass into his cock. He feels big against your rear even if he’s tucked away in his underwear.

You really want to move but you know you shouldn’t. If he accidentally wakes up then you’re in deep shit.

Your attempts to escape are futile. Jin doesn’t let you go out of his hold and your struggle only makes him pull you closer and create some friction between your bodies. You let out a loud gasp when his cock accidentally rubs against your ass as you try to get away.

You settle down and wait. He’s probably waking up. His brows are furrowed and his mouth is jutted in a pout.

You let out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t wake up. Looks like he got tired of you trying to get away and disturbing his sleep because he lets you go and turn to the other side of the bed. One of his hands is tucked under his head as he sleeps.

You shouldn’t feel as disappointed as you do when you get up and leave the room to get ready for the day. You would have loved to feel him rub one out. You would have gladly let him use you but it’s for the best that nothing happened in the end.

You leave the house early that morning. You need some space to calm down. It’s ridiculous how worked up you got just because you felt Jin’s cock on your ass.

What’s even more concerning is that you have no difficulty meeting up with his sister and have some breakfast together. If she knew what kind of thoughts you have about his older brother. She would certainly kill you.

You shoot down another one of her blind dates offers at this point saying no is like a reflex to you.

”You like someone else, don’t you?” Your grip on your mug tightens and you look up at her like a deer caught in headlights. Smooth.

”I knew it! Who is it? Do I know him? Did you ask him out yet?” You avoid making eye contact with her as she rambles on and on about your mysterious love interest. It’s your brother. Yes, you do know him. No, I don’t have to courage to ask him out and I don’t think I ever will. You answer her in your head but decide against saying any of that out loud.

Instead, you say: ”It’s complicated.”