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joannasteez · 3 years

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Hey lovely! Could I request a little something for Jax? It could be a headcanon or imagine, it’s up to you. But could it be about the reader is Angel and Ez’s little sister, and she’s in love with Jax?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 {𝐇.𝐂}

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Jax Teller x Reyes!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The emotional direction wasn’t specified so I kind of just went with what came to me, by the way, This is my very first request!!, so hope whoever sent it in enjoys ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst. Fluff. I also suck at simplifying things so this is another long head canon, apologies if that sort of thing bothers you all lol.

Credits to the gif maker @tragertrap

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It amazed Felipe at times, scared him even, at how similar you looked to your mother Marisol. The spitting image of her; a younger, but slightly taller, reincarnation. But you were your fathers child through and through. The toothless yet warm endearing smile, the sharp intuitiveness, placid nature, and just through the black center of your eyes, enough experience to cover a few lifetimes. It’s what the Reyes men feared the most, that uncanny familial trait that forces you to bury such soul crushing pain, to turn cold to things that warrant warmth. Your father has it, your brothers as well, Ezekiel more than Angel, and so do you.

You had it now, that calm, collected demeanor, as the guys brought in a bleeding Jax Teller through the entry doors of the lodge. He was barely conscious, eyes dim, limbs heavy, and blood staining all along his color drained skin and the aged leather of his kutte. If you were anyone else you’d be alarmed, startled by the amount of blood and frantic men, but you were you, having seen too many things that resembled such a scene to let even a shudder pass through you.

“Get the kit, we need you to sew him up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”, Bishop says briskly, filled with worry, and your feet move faster than your mind can comprehend, snatching the kit laying near by and pacing to the bedroom where they have Jax. His head elevated by pillows, Both Ezekiel and Angel hot on your tail waiting for you to give them directions.

There’s a poorly wrapped cloth that lays against the wound, and just as you peel it back you pressurize the wound with a gauze. “I need gloves”, you say.

Angel’s a bit taken back, the President of the Sons original charter is on the precipice of death and you’re talking about gloves. “We don’t have time for that”.

“Just get the fucking gloves Angel”, you clip. Tone harsher than it’s meant to be, but he takes no offense and moves quick for the gloves before coming back.

You’re cleaning Jax’s skin once there on, wiping away all the blood that pours from him. A needle in your hand, eyes steady. “This is gonna hurt”.

Jax is sweating, teeth clenched at the piercing sting of the needle. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Did he really just ask you that? “I guess we’ll just have to find out”, you deadpan.

“Y/N”, Ezekiel warns.

The situation isn’t funny, a man’s life is on the line but still, you want to laugh at the audacity. “What?! He’s got a bullet in his abdomen and he’s worried about if I know what I’m doing”.

There’s silence now, a heaviness that settles to suffocate the whole lodge it seems. A dread of existential proportions that looms like a phantom in the waning rusted gold of the setting sun. The stillness is calming as you work, slipping the fine needle through his paling skin with a frightening ease that forces a worried look to Ezekiel’s face, Angel’s as well. Mayhem has consumed them all, men who laugh in the face of death everyday are doubling over, overwrought with fear, and here you are, unaware of the dark silhouette that threatens to form over Jax’s body, inching over the walls, creeping slowly as they tease whispers of death through the wispy blow of the wind.

Your brothers leave after while, called out by Bishop and Chibs who are talking over possible scenarios for revenge.

“Can you stay after this......... please?” It’s barely a whisper, and it’s drawled, but you hear the need in his voice.

It compels you to say “Okay”.

When you’re finished you wipe at Jax’s skin again, fingers trembling just the slightest as your mind catches up with your body, or is it the other way around? You’re not sure, but the two have surely had a crashing reunion and now you’re exhausted at such a fast build and fall of adrenaline. You’re thinking now, at the side of the bed, of deeply buried memories because the blood reminds you, it always does. All you see is Marisol, and your vision is blurred, eyes glistening with warm tears that comfort your skin, thumb shaking as you push the wetness away. She’s so lovely in your mind, a bright silhouette framing her and she’s so beautiful, so light and gentle. The aura of her, just from a thought, it makes her presence palpable again, till you remember she isn’t really there. Because it’s just a memory. A timeless mirage of sorts that ungrounds you from reality.

You breath, looking to the clock to find that it’s been three hours already. Three hours of you looking through your memories for your mother, Marisol. It’s purposeful, must be, why the need to think of her is so strong in this moment of all moments.

It’s infuriating, that you weren’t there, you couldn’t save her, but you were here now and you saved Jax. That counts for something right? It had to.

He’s awake again, and you’re not sure how but he is. Must be the force of his will that has his eyes opening, fighting against a sleep that feels too much like forever. “You alright?”

His eyes are a near lifeless blue but still they’ve got shine to them. “I should be asking you that, you’re the one that got shot”.

“Why the tears darlin’ ?”

You’re not up for a personal deep dive, never have been really. “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He smiled, noticing your reserved demeanor. “They we’re probably tears for me, I saw how worried you were earlier”, he jokes sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “Why’d you want me to stay?”

“Didn’t want to die alone, if I did”.

You shake your head, fully convinced of otherwise. “You weren’t gonna die”.

He gives a weak smile. “I know that now since we’re talking, unless this is a dream, or some purgatory shit then I’m screwed”.

You chuckle at his dazed rambling and it makes his weak smile a little stronger as it spreads. Amusement looks good on you. Pretty. “There it is”, he says. Talking about your little smile.

There’s a stretch of silence, and it’s contemplative for Jax. Flashes of the incident from moments prior running through his mind. He’d just met Galindo for the first time, shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries. They’d talked business and at the end all parties seemed happy with the results, but it made him wary. How well everything was going, something somewhere was bound to go wrong, and yeah maybe he was a bit too pessimistic in the moment but it proved him right. The Sons and The Mayans were riding back to the lodge when the Lobos attacked and he can’t remember much after that, just feeling more than alive and then a little ways from death. His father calling him and then his mother, and he almost answered. He’s glad he didn’t.

“I’m sure you know as much as I do, you see a lot of shit when you live this life. Seen more guys than I can count take a bullet, and more times than none I’ve been the one to give it to them”. He’s quiet, contemplative. On the rise of something that resembles an epiphany. “After a while they just become faceless y’know, nameless, just kill #52 on someone’s list. That’s what it felt like, I was about to be on somebody’s fucking list and that shit is scary”. He turns to you then. “And then the next thing I know I’m in here, with your pretty ass standing over me saving my life. I thought I was in heaven”.

You roll your eyes, it’s delirium from the blood loss, making him say things he doesn’t mean. “Even with a bullet wound, flattery gets you no where Teller”.

“Tell me what does”.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

He’s warm under your skin, heartbeat a sweet song that pulses a quiet steady rhythm into your ears. It’s a comforting thing, soothing and mellow like the fiery cool blend of a setting summer sun.

You feel his hand, cool rings caressing the nape of your neck. “You awake baby?”

You move against him, to let him know that you are and a hand pulls gentle at your chin. “Let me see you darlin’ ”

Your body pulls up atop of his, bare chest moving along his and toward him so that you’re face to face, legs tangled together. His hands reach to caress your face, touch a gentle flame that burns to light your skin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in the morning for weeks, the club stealing him away every moment it could, screwing around with the days you’d set aside to see each other. He grins, loving the dim set of your sleepy eyes. “Hi”.

“Hi”, you say. Tone rasped, sleepy.

There’s a glimmer in his stare, a dazzling sparkle that lives just over the grayish blue of his irises. You don’t identify it, what the warm glint means, for fear of being wrong, but somewhere inside, you know it’s love. It looks to pure to be anything else. He’s grinning again, all nostalgic like. “I was thinking just now, about that day when you patched me up. Best day of my life”.

You scoff. “You almost died”.

“But I got to meet you”.

You’re shaking your head at how lovey dovey he’s being. “Always with the flattery”.

“I’m serious, I fuckin’ love you. More than I ever thought I could”. He rolls you both over easy, his lean build on top surrounding you, fingers still caressing idly against your face and yours drawing along his tattooed back. He kisses you, patient and deep, as if to savor this moment. Staining his memory with the soft pliant flesh of your lips, the airy moan that resonates from your chest, and the lulling skim your nails give the gold of his hair. Forget the Irish and their guns, the Cartel and their H and everything that isn’t this. If he could, he’d stay with you here. Just like this. Forever.

He’s at your neck now, teasing you with tongue wet kisses and stingless nips, but something comes to mind. A wary thought that’s bugged you for a while. “When are we gonna tell my father about us. I want you to meet him”.

He looks to you, confused. “You don’t wanna tell your brothers first?”

“Ezekiel already knows. Found out the first time we met back up to see each other”. You’d thought you’d been sneaky enough that night, leaving after everyone fell asleep, but Ezekiel was always a couple steps ahead it seemed, following you out of Santo Padre a few hours to a bar where you’d met up with Jax. The conversation with him was easier than you expected, but still he was wary, and how couldn’t he be. You were his baby sister. He’d worry till his last breath. “... and I told Angel a couple of weeks ago. Couldn’t really get out of explaining how I had your rings laying around”. You couldn’t remember much of what that admission to him entailed, besides the look of disbelief he had, and then the screaming, and then eventually the forced calm of his expression when he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It was still unbelievable to him, you weren’t that little girl anymore, no matter how much he wanted you to be.

You were grown, beyond capable of making your own decisions. But boy did it scare you having to tell Felipe.

“Whenever you want to tell him I’m ready”.

His sureness makes you smile, wide and bright, laying a kiss to his rosy lips. “I love you too Jackson”.

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger.

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

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Sweet Summer Day

Idol: Jeongyeon (Twice)

Prompt: Hiii omg I’m so happy requests are open! You guys have written some of my favorite works ❤️ can I request a Twice Jeongyeon scenario of her spending the day with her gf who have been dating for a while, and they go to a carnival and just do general fluffy lovey dovey stuff and at the end of the day when they go back home Jeongyeon realizes she’s in love? 🥺

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love Jeongyeon. That’s all. I hope you all enjoy!

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The sun was hot, shining bright even after the afternoon had passed, but a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean kept the heat from being unbearable, and Jeongyeon smiled as she stepped out of the car, letting the sun kiss her skin once again.

“I’m glad we decided to come later,” she said as she turned to you, shielding her eyes and closing the door behind her as she shifted her small backpack purse up onto her shoulder. “Any earlier and it would have been too hot.”

With a laugh, you closed your own door and walked around to meet her, holding out your hand for her to take. “It’s still hot-.”

“Because I’m here,” she interrupted playfully, flipping her hair with the hand not holding yours and making you laugh again, rolling your eyes at her antics.

“Oh yes babe, I’m sure.” You patted her shoulder, playing the roll of a patient partner with a sparkle of mirth in your eyes. “It’s bearable outside now, though. I thought I was going to melt at the beach earlier.” There was still a slight flush on your cheeks, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her or the time spent earlier in the day before lunch, playing around on the beach. Either way, it was cute, and she grinned as she swung her hand in yours, turning the two of you to face the large carnival near the pier.

The lights were already on despite the sun still being high in the sky, and the sounds of people laughing and screaming on the rides echoed over the carnival music playing through the old speakers. The sight alone was enough to make Jeongyeon excited, and the smell of funnel cakes and turkey legs made her tug you forward, a skip in her step.

“It’s the perfect carnival weather,” she declared, “and I’m going to make the most of this day off! I’m going to eat until I pop!”

“Please don’t pop, that would be bad.” You walked quicker than usual to keep up with her excited stride and looked around, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the sights. “This place is so cool. How haven’t we been here before?”

“We haven’t been to the beach before. It’s a day of firsts. Our first beach and carnival date.” Jeongyeon grinned wider as she looked over at you, thinking back to how the two of you had spent the entire day playing and resting with each other. The two of you could sometimes get really busy, so she was happy to have a whole day to spend with you. “How do you like it so far?”

“So far?” You pretended to think, pushing your lips together. “So far, I’ve had fun. Will the carnival live up to my expectations?”

“It’ll be even better than you’re imagining,” she assured you as the two of you approached the ticket booth. “Now, what rides do you want to brave?” At her question, you gulped and looked around at all the thrill rides stretching out to the pier. At the front was the Ferris Wheel, not near as thrilling as the others, but you pointed at that one first.

“The Ferris Wheel is a must,” you said, and Jeongyeon nodded her head in agreement.

“You’re right. Is that the only one you want to ride right now?”

“Yeah, if I see one that looks cool we can always come back, right?”

“Yep!” She pulled out her wallet and exchanged money for tickets with the bored looking woman behind the desk, then guided you into the crowded carnival, alive with sounds and smells. “Now! I’m starving, let’s eat first.”

“Should we really eat if you’re planning on going on the thrill rides?” You asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“We’ll let our food settle on the Ferris Wheel. Are you not hungry?” She turned to you with concerned eyes and you quickly waved your hand.

“No, I’m hungry! I was just teasing you. All of this smells amazing and I can’t wait to eat!”

Her grin returned immediately at your answer and she quickened her pace, headed straight for the food booths in the middle of the carnival. “Let’s eat until we burst, then!”

The two of you ended up sitting at a small table under the shade of an umbrella with a pile of different foods and two iced drinks in hand to fight off the heat. Even though you were sat across from her, your ankles bumped gently against hers under the table, skin brushing against skin and making her feel warm for a whole different reason.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you said, sipping on your drink as you eyed the food. There was a turkey leg, corn dogs, a funnel cake, mini donuts, an assortment of fried foods, a few spicy chicken skewers that Jeongyeon had bought at some point, and, of course, cotton candy. “I think we bought too much.”

“No such thing at a carnival,” Jeongyeon retorted, her grin wide as she picked up a corn dog and reached across the table to feed you. You hesitated for a moment to give her a little smirk before taking a bite and savoring the taste. As you chewed, you took the corn dog from her hands, making her pout a little before picking up her own to begin eating. “There’s no calories if we enjoy it!”

Your laugh was clear even with the loud music from the games only feet away, your face bright, and with your ankle still touching hers, a subtle gesture of intimacy, she felt her heart soar and surge with an overwhelming affection. Was it because you looked extra attractive today, or because she hadn’t seen you in a while?

Whatever it was, she liked the feeling, so she reached over to wipe a crumb off your face and allowed herself to float up to cloud nine, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Jeongyeon had almost forgotten how filling carnival foods were, but with the help of some water, determination, and a dare to finish the funnel cake from you, no food went to waste and she sighed with satisfaction, flopping down to lay on the table bench where she’d been sitting. Only the cotton candy was left, but the two of you had decided to save it to eat while walking around, and that sounded great to her. It gave her time to find the room for it.

With another laugh that sent her heart soaring, you shuffled over to sit beside her, picking up her head and putting it in your lap with an affectionate smile on your face. “What was that about there not being a such thing as too much food at a carnival?”

With a sheepish, almost childish grin, she looked back up at you and snuggled a bit closer. “I finished it all, though, so I didn’t lie.”

“I guess you’re right.” Amused, you patted her head. “Good job, food fighter.”

“You know, I might have a career in competitive eating ahead of me.”

“Maybe you should start a mukbang YouTube channel.”

One of the things she loved about you was how you amused all of her strange jokes, smiling and playing along. Wait, loved? As you ran your fingers through her hair, she closed her eyes for a moment and pondered the word. It felt right, so she didn’t fight it. Instead, she focused on the feeling of your gentle fingers against her scalp.

“Are you going to be able to ride anything after this?” You asked, your voice soft enough for only her to hear it. Opening her eyes again, she shrugged and reached up to intertwine her fingers with yours, holding your hands up to the sky and peering at the slowly darkening sky through the gaps of your fingers.

“I don’t know. I’ll know after I finish winning you some game prizes and riding the Ferris Wheel though.”

“Well, I guess that’s true.” Neither of you had stopped smiling since entering the carnival, and you were still bright as you chuckled and her, leaning back so that she could sit up and stretch. “Does this mean it’s time to walk around and eat cotton candy? Because honestly that’s kind of the best part of a carnival.”

“It’s time for that and for me to destroy these rigged games. Just you watch, I’ll get you one of those stuffed animals!”

Okay, so maybe Jeongyeon was exaggerating her skill at carnival games, but she still wasn’t as bad as other people. After winning a strange key chain from the coin toss and a sticky frog from the basketball hoops, and with her fingers a bit sticky from the cotton candy, she was determined to win big.

“I’m telling you,” she said, one hand holding yours, the other holding her stick of cotton candy, and the key chain hanging from her backpack purse. “I’m the best at the game where we have to shoot water at the target. Just you wait and see.”

She hadn’t won any big prizes yet, but you still seemed content to walk around with her and hold her cotton candy while she tried every game that caught her eye. “I’m sure you will,” you said, without a hint of sarcasm in your voice, and the soaring feeling was back, tightening her chest and making her feel a bit like shivering from the thrill of it. With her determination doubled, she finished her cotton candy, glared at the water guns as the two of you approached, and rolled her shoulders.

“I will. For you.”

Five minutes later, Jeongyeon triumphantly handed you a large, slightly grumpy-looking sloth stuffed animal, making you laugh and clutch it with your free arm. With wide eyes, she took your food so that you could hug it properly and stepped back, a hopeful smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you said, mirth evident through your twinkling eyes and the way you clutched the toy, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them to catch her eyes. You looked so radiant in the setting sun and the colorful carnival lights that her breath caught in her throat. “Thank you.”

“N-no problem.” She quickly recomposed herself and flipped her hair, clearing her throat as she did. “As expected of the master of carnival games, Yoo Jeongyeon.” Her joke got another laugh out of you as you held out your hand, waving her over to you again, and she happily skipped to you to take it. “Should we right the Ferris Wheel now? I bet the view is great.”

“Oh, because of the sunset? I didn’t even realize it had gotten this late.” You looked up at the sky, then over at the Ferris Wheel and nodded. “Let’s do it!”

The cart the two of you were put into after showing the operator your tickets was small, but there was plenty of room for the two of you to sit across from each other, the sloth sitting on the seat next to you. As the ride started to move, the two of you peered out the cart at the ocean, where the sun beginning to dip into the horizon, coloring the sky and ocean with pinks, oranges, and purples.

“Whoa,” you said, sounding a bit breathless as you gazed out. “The view is incredible.”

Jeongyeon looked across at you, noticing how the orange of the evening glow danced across your features, battling with the shadows of the ride, and smiled. “Yeah,” she said, “it is.” The feeling was back. What was the word she’d thought of earlier? Love?

It was a big word. A strong and important word. Yet as she gazed at you, she realized that it was the only word that fit the feeling rising and expanding in her chest. And it made sense that she was in love with you. You were the greatest person to ever wander into her life: she would be a fool if she didn’t fall in love with you.

The wind tugged and played with your hair as you turned to face her, your smile soft and a flush to your cheeks that she could only just make out from the lights on the ride. “This is more romantic than I thought it would be.”

“Really? Ferris Wheels always feel romantic to me.” She swallowed, looking out at the ocean and readying herself for what she was about to say next. “It’s always nice to ride a Ferris Wheel with the person you love.” She didn’t dare look at you as she said it, her heart hammering away in her chest.

For a moment, you were silent, only the faint sounds of the ocean and the music below in the air. Then you breathed in a deep breath, once again speaking softly. “Do you have experience doing that?”

Gathering all her courage, she turned back to you and nodded. “Now I do.”

“Oh.” You sounded like the breath had been knocked out of you before you started to beam, wide and affectionate. “Is this your way of saying that you love me?”

“It is. I love you, (Y/N). I hope you feel the same.”

“I love you too, Jeongyeon. How could I not feel the same?” You let out a burst of nervous, giddy giggles. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful and sweet and funny girl I’ve ever met. I’m lucky to be dating you.”

“Really?” It was her turn to blush, stretching her legs out to once again brush her ankles against yours. “You really think that?”

“I really do.”

“Well, I think you’re an amazing person and that I’m lucky to have met you. I think you’re radiant, and I think your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“I really do.”

The air was still warm, but it was no longer uncomfortable, and the two of you sat basking in the summer night air, smiling at each other with your hearts pounding and soaring away. The ride slowly stopped, letting off riders at the bottom, and below, lights twinkled and an upbeat song from the 1990′s started to blast from the speakers. But in your cart in the sky, the only thing the two of you saw or heard was each other, wrapped in a world of your own, even if only for that moment.

The sun disappeared from the clear sky completely, giving way to the bright moon and twinkling stars, and she leaned forward.

“Can I kiss you before we get back to the ground?”

With a bright smile and pink cheeks, you leaned forward to press your knees against hers as you whispered, the cart so small that the two of you only needed to scoot forward in your seats to meet each other. “Of course you can, silly.”

Upon hearing your answer, Jeongyeon wasted no time in closing the small distance, pressing her lips against yours.

This wasn’t the first kiss the two of you had shared, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But there was something about the sparks in her chest that she felt as she melted into you, kissing you with everything in her, that told her this kiss was special. This kiss was newfound feelings and promises and the future the two of you were running towards together, hand in hand.

And, as Jeongyeon found out, the future tasted a lot like cotton candy.

#femifics #twice #jeongyeon #jungyeon #twice scenarios #jeongyeon scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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baronesscmd · 4 years

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So this is for @donut-hair & @yo-homeboy-looks-like-sharkweek, since they’ve been through some struggles, and deserve some snuggles.

The lovey tag came about because someone (Dianne) likes to write angst and I needed something sweet. So, a little hurt, a little comfort, all Hananene. Enjoy!

Nene dropped herself down into the soft grass behind the practice garden, hoping that the high rows of vegetables were enough to keep her hidden from searching eyes. Nothing had gone right from the moment she’d woken up this morning.

At some point in the night, Black Canyon had knocked over its water bottle, so she’d had to skip breakfast to clean the cage and lay new bedding. Then, as she was getting dressed, her tights had split at the seam, and her other pair were dirty. She’d pulled on a pair of socks reluctantly, and in her rush to not be late, had left her bento in the fridge.

And it hadn’t stopped there. She missed her train, had to run to the next station over, nearly dropped her broach down the gutter, and broke a nail catching herself from falling when her toe found a crack in the pavement.

Once she’d got to school, she realized her math assignment was still on her desk at home, she had grabbed her diary instead of her English workbook, and Nagisa-sensei had lectured her for ten minutes about paying attention in class instead of daydreaming.

Nene had missed lunch because of an impromptu talk with her teachers, and just as she was coming back, had overheard a group of boys making fun of her ankles. She dipped her head and hurried down the hall, sinking her teeth into her lip to keep the tears at bay.

And in a role reversal that just dug the knife deeper, Aoi had rushed out just as the last bell ended with only the briefest of goodbyes. So, Nene had thrown all her stuff into her bag, tossed it in her locker, and went looking for a quiet place to cry.

The practice garden was always empty on Tuesdays, so it was the perfect little hideaway. Nene found a little patch of sunlight, dappled with shadows from the trellis beside her and tucked her face against her knees and cried.

Cried about her shrinking lifespan, cried about her dumb ankles. About Hanako, and Kou, and Mitsuba; about how unfair everything was. Something brushed against her side, and Nene looked up with a shuddering sob.

It was hard to see through the blur of tears, but she’d recognize the Mokke anywhere. They were moving before she could say anything, piling into her lap, curling against her side, emitting a strange purring hum as they nestled in close.

She sniffled and stroked her fingers over their ears, watery giggles escaping her as they jostled each other for pets. She fell back into the grass, letting the sun dry the tears on her cheeks, and closed her eyes. The Mokke continued their humming, and slowly but surely, Nene felt herself slip off to sleep.

“-Shiro!”

Nene blinked her eyes open. How odd, the sky had been such a bright blue when she’d closed her eyes a minute ago. Now, everything was painted in ruby and burnt orange, and Nene struggled upright, Mokke tumbling around her.

“Yashiro!”

The Mokke scrambled away just as Hanako rounded the garden, not stopping as he flung himself forward and knocked her back into the grass. Cold hands touched her cheeks, swept over her eyes, brushed over her forehead. She thought, with a bittersweet ache, of her own searching hands and a boy in a dream world.

“Hanako-kun, you’re crushing me!”

He moved off her immediately, but only to drag her up and into his lap. Nene spluttered, trying to push him away. Hadn’t he gotten onto her not too long ago about being too forward!? She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat.

His hat had been lost in his mad grab for her, his choppy dark hair disheveled. But it was his eyes, wide amber usually crinkled in mischief, that made her pause. There was concern and worry in those moon-like eyes, so deep and sad that she let her hands fall into her lap.

Hanako’s palms curved around her cheeks, and Nene let her eyes fall shut as the coolness of his skin soaked into her heated skin. She wanted to tell him she was okay, even if it was a lie, just so he would stop looking so sad.

She reached out, fingers brushing against the front of his jacket before sliding up so she could lock her fingers behind his neck. For all her denials, despite all his teasing, here is where she always felt the safest. There was nothing that could hurt her when she was with Hanako, nothing that he wouldn’t protect her from.

She pulled lightly, expecting resistance but found none. His forehead rested against her own, and Nene could feel the tumbling breaths he didn’t need fall over her mouth. One thumb swept over her cheek, brushing away the lingering salt of her tears.

“Yashiro.”

Her name was barely a whisper, and it carried in it a hope, a wish, a plea. This is where they pulled apart, where they blushed and blustered and went their separate ways. This was where Hanako told her it was impossible, where she reminded him, he wasn’t her type.

But that wasn’t quite true anymore, was it?

That picture-perfect world he’d constructed for her had held so many fragile truths in it's gossamer lies. He wanted her to live, had been willing to do almost anything to make sure she got her wish. How many times had she told him that she liked him? That she didn’t want this false world if she couldn’t have him too?

He may have been short, and pervy, and way too clingy; but he was fiercely loyal, and unexpectedly sweet. He was changing her view every day she spent cooped up in that old bathroom, with every new person who came into her orbit from simply knowing the ghostly boy.

Tears burned in her throat, at the unfairness, the uncertainty of everything they were tangled up in. But maybe, just maybe, they could have this.

Nene pulled back, just enough so that she could see Hanako’s face clearly. It was obvious he wanted to ask her what was wrong, and the fact that he hadn’t yet surprised her a bit. She kept one hand against the back of his neck, the other she curled around his jaw, swiping her thumb over his mouth.

A flush blossomed over his cheeks, slinking down his neck to disappear beneath his collar. His hands fluttered against her skin, but he didn’t pull away; the ember in Nene’s chest caught and started to burn. She had known, somewhere deep in her mind, behind the locked doors of denial, that if this was going to happen, she’d have to be the one to take the step.

Her heart thundered wildly in her ears as she drew him closer, his eyes skipping from her own to the part of her lips.

“Hanako…”

Her voice was no more than a sigh, and in any other moment Nene would have been mortified. She watched as the concern in those amber eyes shifted, darkened and became something else entirely. He pulled her closer, and Nene imagined she could feel each word he spoke against her own mouth.

“I... may I?”

Nene let her eyes flutter shut, tipped her head into the cradle of his hands, and whispered a yes that was caught as his lips pressed to hers. It was chaste and quick, there and gone like a summer storm. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair and drew him back down.

Their second kiss blurred into a third and a fourth, and by time Nene drew back to draw air into her aching lungs, she’d lost count. Hanako didn’t pause, pressing kisses to her cheeks, her eyes, her nose as she giggled in the circle of his arms.

She only noticed as he leaned in once again that his expression had gone mischievous, and she shrieked as he nipped at the soft skin beneath her ear.

“Hanako!”

He laughed loud, and it burned away the last lingering bits of sorrow that had caught her. She tumbled him back down into the grass, taking his moment of disorientation to pepper kisses over his face as he tried to escape.

She knew they’d have to talk about this eventually; about her, and him, and them. They’d gone and made everything just a bit more complicated. But, as he finally pinned her down, eyes sparking before leaned in to kiss her again, she just couldn’t regret it.

#hananene #my fic #my writing #Snuggles not Struggles #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 5 years

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Bitter Feelings |Lab Rats: Elite Force|

Requested: Can I request a Kaz x reader imagine where she already knew and was friends with the Davenports before the Elite Force and everyone thought she liked Chase cause they were close friends and she has a very flirty persona but she humors him quite often ("yes Chase, an anti aging serum is exactly what you need) and comforts him when his plans fail, so during and after the "androids episode" she's in a sour mood because of Kaz not Chase? (Sorry this is so specific, thanks in advance have a good day!)

Pairing: Kaz x Reader, Platonic Chase x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: This bad boy is 4.9K

A/N: wow, I’m so sorry this took forever! I just wanted to make it perfect and I’m actually really happy with how it came out. That’s a rare thing for me to say. But I think it’s because I really polished this one up, it was a real mess when I first started. So, to the person who requested this, I hope you like it! Fun fact, I actually made the Kaz GIF, the other one belongs to its rightful owner.

Chase sprinted into the living room of the Penthouse, wide grin on his face as he barely contained his excitement. Bree and Skylar were sitting at the kitchen table, conversation stopped midway due to Chase’s sudden appearance. They exchanged looks with one another before looking back at him, wondering why he was in such high spirits.

“Why so happy Chase? Did you finally get a girl to talk to you?” Bree joked.

Immediately his grin fell and he looked at her with an ‘are you serious’ look which caused her and Skylar to laugh. “No... But it is the next best thing.”

“No, not for you,” Skylar teased.

“Will you just let me say my thing!” Chase raged, his reaction causing them to snicker.

“Alright what’s up?” Bree asked seriously this time.

“Me, I’m what’s up,” A familiar voice rang through.

You entered the living room, grinning widely and completely dismissing the cue Chase has set for you. You saw him throw his arms in the air in defeat, just letting you do whatever. You gave him a cheeky wink before you were engulfed in a tight hug. It took you by surprise, you had forgotten Bree had super-speed, but you managed to return the hug. When she pulled away, she was still wearing a look of complete shock which just made your grin widen.

“What are you doing here? How’re things back home? Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here,” She cheered.

“I live here, er not here-here, but Davenport did get me my own apartment. I got accepted into Centium University and everything’s great!” You explained.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you,” Bree pulled you into another hug, congratulating you on your success.

“Yup, and now you’re stuck with me for the next four years,” You grinned.

“Wait, what’s going on? Who is this?” A new voice asked.

You looked over to Skylar, approaching her and extending your hand out for a handshake. “You must be Skylar Storm, the alien superhero.”

“Superhero? I’m not a superhero, I’m bionic but not a superhero or an alien,” She answered, trying to deny what you already know.

“It’s cool, Chase told me everything, but don’t blame him. He kind of has to since I’m his best friend and all,” You told her. “Anyway, I’m {Name}, if you didn’t already know.”

“Oh, well, nice to meet you then,” She said.

You gave her a nod and smile, your own way of saying the same thing. “Hey, who’s this?” Another new voice spoke. You looked over to the source of the voice, seeing two guys coming down the stairs and into the living room where the four of you stood. One of them caught your eye immediately, black hair, cute eyes, adorable confused face. You made eye contact and you felt your heart skip a beat, everything else around you disappearing. Oh yeah, this was definitely the beginnings of a crush developing.

“{Name}!” You heard someone shout your name.

You turned to look at Chase, the one who called you. “Yeah, what’s up?” You replied casually.

“Are you okay? You weren’t paying attention,” He said.

“Sure I was, or rather if it was you talking, then I probably wasn’t,” You teased.

“Very funny,” He gave you a sarcastic smile which made you grin widely. “Anyway, this is Oliver and Kaz.”

“Right, okay, nice to meet you,” You said, looking back at the boys, eyes lingering on Kaz.

“Well, c’mon we have a lot to catch up on,” Chase grabbed your hand, ready to drag you off somewhere else.

“Yeah we do and you have to help me unpack,” You told him, leaving the penthouse.

“Woah, Chase has a girlfriend? Finally,” Kaz joked once you and Chase were out of the room. “Although she is way to pretty for him.”

“No, not his girlfriend but it’s only a matter of time,” Bree said, earning confused looks from her friends. “They’re so into each, they just don’t realize it yet but they will soon.”

They nodded in understanding, Kaz had a bitter taste in his mouth, because like he said, you were very pretty. And, not to be rude, you seemed way out of Chase’s league. He carried on with his day, hoping to see you around more in the penthouse.

It’s been a good month since you moved into Davenport Tower. You lived more with the Elite Force than in your own apartment, mostly because you were always hanging out with Chase. And being friends with the smartest man in the world had its perks when it came to your homework. He never failed to help you with it and you gave him something to do, since he was no longer mission leader and all. With you came the witty banter and casual flirting that you could only ever to do with Chase, which you had both missed greatly. You and Chase had established long ago that it was all playful and that the two of you were better off friends.

Contrary to everyone’s beliefs, you two didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for each other. The two of you just kind of connected, is all, it was easy to talk to him and vice versa. You were each other’s wing person, or rather you were Chase’s wing woman, you did fine on your own. If you killed someone, he was the person you’d call to help you bury the body. Er rather he’d freak out while you did all the work.

Spending your time at the penthouse also gave you the opportunity to befriend Kaz. He’s charming and funny, a little weird, but that only added to his charm. In the one month you’ve been here, you’d developed a crush on the superhero. You told Chase about it once and he completely freaked out, his best friend attracted to his teammate. It wasn’t exactly on his list of his most favorable things. He also thought it would be too weird for his teammate to date his best friend. So, you never talked to him about it again, and instead let your feelings develop internally. And boy did they develop, because you really liked Kaz.

“Chase, I don’t get it,” You whined.

“You’re over thinking it, statistics isn’t that hard,” Chase said.

“Easy for you to say, Mr. I’m-The-Smartest-Man-In-The-World,” You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him.

He had a smug look on his face, he loved when people acknowledged him as the smartest man in the world. The two of you were currently sitting outside on the balcony, Chase helping you with your math homework. Or rather, he was doing all the work while you whined about not getting it.

“Okay, let’s go over it again,” He said.

You pouted and leaned close to him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you spoke. “Can’t you just do it for me?”

He leaned in close, your noses almost touching, a soft smile on his face. If anyone would’ve seen the two of you, they would’ve thought it was two people very much in love. But really it was just how the two of you interacted with one another. But anyway, maybe you got through to him? “No.” He answered bluntly, crushing your hopes and dreams.

“You suck, you know,” You told him.

“Hey guys, what’s going on here?” You heard someone say.

You turned around to see Kaz standing by the doorway, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. “Chase’s being a bum and won’t do my homework for me.” You answered, resting your head on Chase’s shoulder.

“I’ve been down that road, never works,” Kaz replied jokingly, ignoring the feeling that was building up.

“But it should because you love me, right Chase?” You said, looking at Chase.

At those words, the bitter feeling in Kaz’s stomach rose and it didn’t help that you two were acting so lovey dovey. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was jealous of Chase. That was a first too, Kaz jealous of Chase, he never thought he’d live to see the day. Wanting to break up your little moment, Kaz came in between the two of you, sitting himself in the middle. Neither of you thought anything of it, to he honest, this was something Kaz would do regardless of jealousy.

“Maybe I can help,” He said. He took one look at your homework and shook his head. “Yeah I can’t help you.”

You laughed lightly, finding his attempt to be smart really cute. “That’s okay Kaz, at least you tried, unlike someone.”

“I’m not doing your homework for you!” Chase bellowed out.

“Boo,” You looked over at Chase and stuck your tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes and stood up. “Fine, this is the last time I help you.”

He started walking back into the Penthouse and you cried out for him to come back in a desperate tone. You could practically feel him rolling his eyes at you which only made you grin. Besides, he’d be back and would most definitely succumb to your wants. “C’mon you don’t need him. You’re smart, you can do this.” Kaz said, directing your attention back to him.

“You really think so?” You asked.

“Absolutely,” He replied.

You smiled widely at his encouraging words, your heart skipping a beat as you looked at him. He looked right back, his smile matching your own. Kaz couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked right now; hair thrown in a messy bun, glasses hanging low on your nose. He almost wanted to lean in and kiss you right then and there but he refrained from doing so. He knew, or thought, you liked Chase and he didn’t want to interfere in that. No matter how much he wanted to or how much hated it.

“Am I interrupting something?” Chase asked.

“Yeah, you are. Now are you gonna help me or not?” You asked again, looking at Chase.

“I’ll help but I won’t do your homework,” Chase replied, handing you a water bottle.

Kaz got up and left, letting the two of you go back to doing your homework. His heart felt heavy at the thought of leaving the two of you alone. Cause who knew, this could be the day you confessed to each other and come out as a couple. The thought of it left a sour taste in his mouth.

You walked off the hyperlift and into the command base, where you found your best friend deep at work. His back was turned to you and you could tell he was deep concentration. An evil smile crawled onto your face as you creeped up behind him. You slowly and carefully leaned in as you peered over his shoulder.

“Is that a foot?” You asked.

You had never seen a man jump so high and shriek so loudly like Chase did. You doubled over in laughter, holding your stomach as you laughed loudly. This was too good; you could feel his glare on you and it only made it funnier. You straightened up and wiped away the tears that had managed to escape your eyes. His angry look only made you laugh harder, if looks could kill, you’d be dead.

“This is so funny,” You said, emphasizing the o in So.

“No, it's not!” He shouted.

“No, it really is. Anyway, what’s with the foot?” You asked again.

“If you must know, I’m building an android,” He explained.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Because...science,” He answered. You looked at him with a blank look, knowing damn well that there was more to that story. “I’m building an android girlfriend...because I’m lonely.”

“Oh, that poor android,” You commented.

“Ha, funny,” He replied sarcastically.

“Thank you, I try,” You said, earning a look from Chase. “But an android girlfriend? Don’t you think it’s a little too...much?”

“No, why would you say that?” He responded in a question.

“Do I really need to answer that?” You asked.

He was quiet for a while, seeing your point in that but choosing to ignore it. You shook your head and went along with it, knowing that he wasn’t going to let up. “Okay well, call me when it all goes downhill.” You turned around and started walking back to the hyperlift.

“Sure, but it won’t!” He called out, continuing to work on his droid.

You were back upstairs where you bumped into Bree. Oh, perfect, you could spend some quality time with her while you waited for Chase’s plan to backfire on him. “Whatcha doing?” You asked.

“I was just gonna head out, maybe do a little shopping. Wanna come with?” She told you.

“Absolutely!” You agreed.

“Great, let’s go,” She said.

The two of you headed out the door and out of the building. You were quick to hit stores, casually browsing and chatting. During this, Bree thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask you the question that’s been nagging her.

“So, what’s going on with you and Chase?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, confused.

“I mean are you two finally together? Kaz told me about how you two were so cozy on the terrace, so I figured you two were a thing now,” She explained.

“What? No, Chase and I are just friends. Why would you say that?”

“Really? You two are so close and I’ve never seen either of you flirt with anyone else like you do with each other.”

“Woah, slow your role there. Chase is my best friend, almost like a brother, I’m just comfortable around him. That’s all, there nothing like that between us. Besides I actually like K-” You stopped yourself before you could spill you well kept secret.

“You like who?” She asked intrigued.

“No one, I like no one,” You told her.

“No, you were about to say someone. Who is it? Who do you like?”

“I’m telling you its no one now shush.”

You pressed your index finger against your lips to signal for her to stop talking. Every time she’d try to speak up, you’d simply shush her until she let up. So the two of you continued with your shopping, every once in a while she tried to coax the information out of you. Once the two of you were satisfied with the items you bought, you headed home. You headed to your apartment first, which was a floor below the penthouse, so you could put your things away. You told Bree you’d catch up to her and she took your word for it. Once you finished, you headed back upstairs, curious to see if Chase finished his android or not.

When you got to mission command, you didn’t find Chase, instead you found Kaz and some girl. Cue the jealousy instantly brewing inside of you. They were facing away from you, cheering on the monitor that was showing a baseball game. Who the heck was this chick?

“What’s going on?” You asked, bitterness in your tone.

Kaz turned to look at you, goofy grin on his face; the girl also looked at you, an artificial looking smile on her face. It was definitely because you were jealous but something about her seemed so fake.

“Hey {Name}! Meet Christina, my android girlfriend,” He said merrily.

Girlfriend? She was his girlfriend? Wait, did he say android girlfriend, as in Chase’s android girlfriend? You didn’t get to say anything because Chase soon joined you two, dressed in sharp looking suit. He looked at Kaz and Christina, taken aback at how cozy they looked with one another.

“What’s going on?” He asked, repeating your question.

“Kaz stole your girlfriend,” You said bluntly.

“I did not steal her,” He defended. “I saved her from Chase. He was gonna take her to the symphony, I couldn’t put her through that.”

“Maybe she wanted to go to the symphony,” You bitterly stated.

“She did, until I changed her programming,” He said.

“You reprogrammed her to like you instead of me?” Chase asked.

“Hmm let’s see, did you suddenly become a normal person who likes chicken wings and sports?” Kaz replied with a rhetorical question.

“No,” Chase so dumbly answered.

“Then yes, yes I did,” He replied, turning to Christina and giving her a fist bump.

He turned back to you and Chase. “Listen, I’m sorry. I thought it was amazing that you could design a perfect girl, so in a way, me stealing her is a compliment.”

That “perfect girl” comment was a real jab to your heart, so you weren’t Kaz’s idea of a perfect girl; duly noted. “I don’t have time for this, Christina and I have to get to the symphony. Helmut von Jurgen is conducting tonight. Helmut von Jurgen.”

“Ugh, I don’t wanna do that,” Christina groaned.

“Chase, just reprogram her,” You said, rolling your eyes, wanting to get this over with.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do,” He replied, getting his computer.

“No, you can’t!” Kaz exclaimed, fighting Chase to get ahold of the computer. He came out victorious and had the computer in his hands, quickly backing away from Chase. “Run Chrissy.”

One of the underground passage ways opened up and both Kaz and the android starting running away. Christina stopped shortly, yelling out wait and turning to look back at Chase.

“Did you change your mind?” Chase asked in a hopeful tone.

“Nope! Mama needs her wings,” She said, running to pick up the bucket before running through the tunnel.

“I love her,” Kaz stated before running away.

That hurt even more than the “perfect girl” comment did, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from this mess. Chase looked at you with a frustrated look on his face, and you just shrugged your shoulders. You really didn’t want to be here right now but you couldn’t show it. Honestly, you were kind of fuming on the inside, completely jealous of a robot.

“Chase, just make another one,” You said.

“I don’t want another one, I want Christina,” He told you.

“Why? Because she’s so perfect,” You scoffed.

“Yes, that’s exactly why,” He expressed. “Also, Kaz has my laptop and it has all my notes.”

“Whatever, good luck with this,” You snapped, quickly leaving the area.

Chase watched you leave, a look of confusion on his face from your mannerisms. You weren’t acting like yourself, otherwise you and him would’ve gone chasing after Kaz right now. But never mind that, he had to catch up to Kaz and Christina right now and win back his woman.

You were back upstairs in the living room, sitting on the couch with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face. You couldn’t believe what was going on right now, Kaz was attracted to a robot. Why? What did it have that you didn’t? Artificial intelligence apparently. You sighed and threw your head back, staring up at the ceiling, you were in a very bitter mood right now. Were you really going to wallow in self-pity right here on this couch? Yeah absolutely...no, you shook your head and decided to go home, you could wallow in self-pity there.

When you got to your apartment, you went straight to your room and fell onto your bed. You didn’t fall asleep, you just kind of lied there in your own misery. Maybe you should’ve said something about your feelings sooner? But you’d always been afraid of ruining the friendship you created with him. If he rejected you then it would’ve made things awkward between the two of you. You were just going have to swallow your feelings and see this thing through.

So, after several minutes of laying on your bed, you convinced yourself to get up. You decided to go back upstairs to the Penthouse and help Chase. When you got there, the scene before you was not something you expected at all. Kaz sat on the couch, smiling smugly, a gaggle of girls surrounding him. You could taste bitterness in your mouth as you looked at the scene before you.

“What the actual fuck is this?” You asked bitterly.

They all looked at you, Chase had a defeated look on his face. “Kaz stole all my android girlfriends.”

“Awe Chase-y, come here,” You said, holding your arms out.

He walked over to you with a pouty face, you wrapped your arms around him and patted his back gently. You glared over at Kaz on behalf of Chase and yourself. But he ignored that, because seeing you and Chase hugging only brought back that jealous feeling.

He didn’t say anything and just continued to watch the two of you with weary eyes. You pulled away from Chase and placed your hand on his shoulders. You gave him a sincere look as you spoke. “Chase, you don’t need a bunch of android girlfriends. You’re a great guy who can get any girl he wants, even if others don’t think so.”

Kaz sat up in his seat, watching your intimate interaction and fear bubbling up in his stomach. Why fear? Because he was afraid that he might see the two of you confess your feelings for each other. I mean, this is how it happened in movies so it wouldn’t be shocking if it happened with you two.

“You really think so?” He asked.

“I know so. So how about we go get some frozen yogurt and I'll be your wing woman and set you up with a cute girl. We can even have sugar free,” You suggested.

Kaz felt a bit of relief surge through him when he saw that you were just trying to cheer up Chase. He didn’t know what he’d do if you did confess.

“I’d like that, thanks {Name},” Chase replied.

“Well, you kids have fun,” Kaz spoke, trying to sound like his usual happy self. “Hey Christina, can you hand me my laptop.”

You watched as the group of androids all launched into action, each one wanting to be the one who gave Kaz his laptop. Kaz had a panicked look on his face as he gripped his laptop and ripped it out of their artificial hands. He was slightly disheveled from that as he stood up and walked over to you two.

“I love that they’re so into me, but do they have to be so aggressive?” He asked.

“Yes, I programmed them to be overly territorial and loyal,” Chase replied.

“Why?” You questioned.

“So, they’d never leave me! Were you not listening? I’m lonely,” Chase told you.

You snickered at his comment while Kaz proceeded to check his laptop. “Ooh, I got an email from Caldera. Maybe it's from that Calderan Prince giving his money away.”

“Kaz, there’s no freaking Calderan Prince,” You said, giving him a look of disbelief.

“Okay, someone’s a little testy,” He playfully said.

“Oh you have no idea,” You grumbled under your breath.

“That’s weird, this email is from Oliver and Bree,” He continued.

“Who’s Bree?” You heard the chorus of androids say.

Kaz rolled his eyes at them and answered. “A librarian friend, very frumpy. It says that Oliver and Bree are trapped in a calderan prison cell, with Scarlett.”

“Who’s Scarlett?” They asked again.

“Why are you asking so many questions?” Kaz replied in an irritated tone.

Chase took the laptop away from Kaz and looked the email over, they needed to go to Caldera and rescue them. Kaz explained to the two of you how to do that, you’d have to use a wormhole transmitter. Chase ordered him to go get it, which he did, it was downstairs in mission command. He walked to the hyperlift, his gaggle of girl-droids following closely behind. It made you scoff and role your eyes at them, stupid android girls.

For your own safety, Kaz pointed out that you had to stay behind. He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt on Caldera, he wouldn’t forgive himself if you did. You wanted to say something, almost laughing at how he was now caring about you but you refrained. Plus, Chase agreed, since you were the only one who didn’t have superpowers or bionics, you needed to sit this one out. So you agreed, only because Chase said so and you weren’t made at him for anything.

So you stepped back and watched them go through the wormhole. You lounged around in the living room, watching some tv while you waited for your friends to safely get home. It wasn’t until very late did another wormhole appear in the loving room and your friends were home. The androids were here too, how fun, you had hoped they would’ve been left stranded on Caldera.

“Welcome back guys!” You greeted.

Kaz got rid of the androids that night, finding seven girlfriends to be stressful. Instead he decided to secretly keep pining after you, you were a lot better than an android. And he decided to tell you how he felt before you and Chase became an official thing. Cause who knows, maybe he has the chance to win you over. But that proved harder than expected because you were kind of avoiding him. Every time he tried to talk to you, you’d divert your attention elsewhere. It was getting really annoying!

And yes, you were slightly avoiding Kaz because you were still in a sour mood about the whole android thing. Even after Kaz decided to get rid of them. Currently, you were sitting outside in the balcony, attempting to do your homework. That proved a lot harder because you couldn’t concentrate, still thinking about how Kaz thought androids made better girlfriends. You couldn’t believe that you were actually jealous of a robot but you were.

Someone sat down next to you and you didn’t have to look up to tell it was Kaz. “What do you want Kaz, I’m a little busy.” You said.

“I thought I could help you with your homework,” He replied.

“No thanks, I don’t need a monkey telling me how to do my psych homework,” You scoffed, slightly regretting your choice of words.

“You think that’s an insult but it’s really not.”

“Whatever, just leave me alone. I have a ton of homework to do and I don’t need you distracting me.”

“Okay, what is up with you? You’re never like this!”

“Nothing’s up with me!” You argued.

If he wasn’t leaving then you would, you made the motion to stand up but he stopped you. He held onto your arm, keeping you in place.

“We’re not moving until you tell me what’s wrong,” He insisted.

“Why do you care? You sure as hell didn’t care a couple of days ago when you had those androids all over you,” You scoffed, everything was starting to pour out now.

“What do they have to do with any of this? And of course I care, I’ll always care about you,” He defended.

“Yeah sure didn’t look like it then. You let them put their robotic hands all over you and you just sat their with you stupid grin. You’re so oblivious to things sometimes. Why couldn’t you see how jealous I was, why can’t you see how much I l-” You stopped yourself before you could say anymore.

“How much you what? And you were jealous…of the androids,” And then he put two and two together. “You like me?”

“What? No! That’s ridiculous! This whole conversation is ridiculous. I have homework to do so if you don’t mind,” You tried brushing the matter aside but it didn’t work.

Kaz had this huge grin on his face. “That’s awesome!”

“It…is?” You questioned.

“Yeah because I like you too,” He confessed.

You felt your heart flutter at his words, finding them unbelievable. “So then why the androids?”

“Look, at first I just wanted to mess with Chase, that’s all it was. Then it was nice to have someone who was solely interested in me, even if they were a robot. I just thought I had a better chance with them than I did with you,” He explained.

“You’re such a dork. But at least now you know you have a better chance with me than them,” You said.

“So, do you wanna go watch a movie?” He asked.

“Right now? Absolutely!” You cheered.

You packed your things away and stood up, Kaz held an arm out for you. You linked your arm around his before the two of you started walking out. Delight and excitement coursed through both of you as you had finally told each other how you felt and cleared up any confusion. Oh, and how Chase was gonna love this! But it didn’t matter, he’d get over it and you were happy so that’s all that really mattered.

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hennessystevens-udaku · 5 years

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The Choking Game

KING JADE/KING HENNESSY/SUB!ERIK

Erik sat in the emerald green throne chair of Hennessy’s bedroom, feet propped up on her desk. He’d just finished his nightly workout, and his studded chest shined with sweat. The Gatorade Hennessy had waiting for him was gone in 2 big gulps, a sign that he’d pushed himself hard. She stared as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like an egg caught in his throat. There was a small hole in the toe of his sock exposing his glossy toenail painted with clear polish done by Hennessy's hand. She chuckled softly to herself at the memory of the night he let her do it.

“What’s so funny, lil girl?”

“Oh nothing,” she lied with a smile.

“That typically means it's something.”

“Does it really?” she asked, still feigning ignorance. He pulled her onto his lap kissing her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered in between soft kisses to her skin.

“Well maybe this time is different,” she replied between her mewls.

“Connerie,” was his response as he traded the soft kisses for slightly rougher nibbles to her skin.

“Waaaait,” she whined. “I thought I was supposed to be giving you a massage.”

“Massage me then, Princess. What oil you using?”

“Homie whipped up some homemade shea butter. It’ll leave you feeling softer than a baby’s ass, braille bumps and all,” she giggled. He replied with a rough smack to her ass.

“Keep talking shit ma,” he threatened, his Oakland twang creeping out a bit. Hennessy stood to retrieve the shea butter smoothing it into his skin with deliberate motions. He let his eyes fall closed, allowing himself to fully enjoy his wife’s strong yet gentle small hands as they relaxed the kinks in his weary bones. She used her knuckles to knead the skin of his shoulder blades and spine then used her finger tips to massage his neck and temples. When she was done, she fell back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Daka,” she cooed as her fresh set of coffin nails found their way into his scalp.

“Princess?”

“I have a question.”

“And I may have an answer.” She smirked, letting a finger snake its way into his Cuban link chain.

“What would happen if I did this?” She slid out of his lap and turned to face him. She let her hand travel up his stomach to his sternum and finally to the chain that rested snuggly against his chest. He watched as she grabbed ahold and twisted so that it choked him ever so slightly. His eyes grew wide as he stared up at her, his top teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. His grip tightened on her hips as she twisted the chain even more.

“I don’t think those were words, Daddy.” He hissed softly, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared up at her.

“Fuck Auré. You teasing me,” he moaned.

“How? I just asked a question that I’m still waiting patiently for the answer to,” she responded with a giggle, still maintaining her grip on his chain.

“Am I intruding?” Charlie called from the doorway of the bedroom.

“Daddy’s being mean. I asked him a simple question, but he’s ignoring me.”

“Well that’s rude of you, N’Jadaka. Answer the little nugget.” She entered the grand room and approached the duo, her observations clueing her in to what was happening. “Well isn't this something. Don't mind me.” She took a seat on the desk next to Erik's feet to watch.

He bit his lip again, knowing that there wouldn’t be an easy way out of this.

“It turns me on,” he moaned softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Hennessy asked, twisting the chain once more. Erik’s hips began involuntary jerking, slowly thrusting upward. His eyes bucked again, a silent plea for her to not make him repeat what he had just said, but he knew better. King Hennessy wasn’t one to go easy, especially when it came to the brattiest brat in The Kompound.

“Oh my,” Charlie grinned leaning forward to watch. He was forgetting himself. That massage must have truly worked wonders.

“Say it again, my love,” Hennessy coaxed with soft strokes to his cheeks.

“It turns me on,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Aww Daddy Brat has a choking kink,” Charlie teased and she ran the heel of her YSL pump up and down his inner thigh. “Why.. does it turn you on, N'Jadaka? You've neglected to share that part. Is it the feeling of her fingers pressing and twisting the cool chain so that it winds and tightens, squeezing your neck so tightly that you lose your breath? Is that it? Do you like the feeling of losing control? Knowing your very life is in the hands of one of the brats you discipline?”

“Fuck,” was all he could say in response as his dark eyes bounced between his wives.

“Is your neck phallic representation? Are you imagining how tightly that meat stick between your twitching thighs could be squeezed? By those soft, small hands nonetheless. So feminine. So powerful. Address her by her title, N'Jadaka.”

“Yes, King Jade.”

Charlie slid her heel to the seat of his pants and applied mild pressure. “Don't look at me. Look at her. What is her name?”

“K-King H-Hennessy,” he groaned. If there was some sort of euphoric purgatory between Earth and the Ancestral Plane, Erik was there.

“Tighter,” Charlie requested and Hennessy happily obliged, applying more pressure to her husband’s thick neck.

“This is what you do to us, N’Jadaka. You toy with our bodies and minds in whatever way you see fit until we’re putty in those stubby fingers of yours. How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?”

If he were in the presence of anyone else, there was no way in hell Erik would be whimpering and moaning the way he was, but because this was a side of him that only his first, fourth, and seventh wife could bring out of him, he relished it.

“I love it,” he smiled.

“Words of a masochist,” Charlie said retracting her foot only to have Erik grab her by the calf, putting it back.

“I'd like to try something. May I,” Charlie asked Hennessy before she made a move. Standing from the desk, she pushed Erik's feet down to the floor and straddled his lap, grabbing the Cuban link chain from Hennessy and twisting it tightly causing his chin to raise.

“Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” she teased scratching the fingernails of her free hand down his bumpy chest and down his stomach into the band of his briefs. She squeezed him there with equal tightness biting and tugging on his bottom lip before releasing all three at once and returning to her spot on the desk. Erik whined pitifully when she left his lap.

“That's all. You kids have fun. I'll watch,” she grinned staring Erik down. He was panting like a dog in heat. Well technically, he was a dog in heat. His hardened member throbbed in his pants while his wives taunted him. Hennessy regained possession of the Cuban, twisting it around her hand while whispering the filthiest things in his ear in French. Charlie watched with a smirk, recording the entire ordeal for research purposes. It was a solid look into the thoughts and inner workings of a known sadist moonlighting secretly as a masochist. This was a private piece of his identity and a face he never revealed to the world.. and now it was on camera in Charlie's gallery. She hummed chipperly.

“Judging by that growing wet spot in ya pants, I think you’ve got something to ask me, N’Jadaka,” Hennessy quipped as she released her hold on the necklace before tightening it again.

“M-May I cum King Hennessy?”

“Cum? Already? We’re just getting started, Daddy.”

“N'Jadaka. Have you ever been waterboarded?” Charlie noted Erik's thrown expression. “I'm thinking of creating our own version of that. Wouldn't it be better if you were smothered by vagina rather than a shirt? Drowned by Hennessy rather than water?” His expression changed to something a bit more excited. Hennessy’s eyes shined with mischief the more Charlie spoke.

“Whatchu tryna do, wifey?” the small princess questioned.

“I'm trying to see you smother our lovely husband with that dangerous cooch of yours, but don't remove the panties. Let him suffer. Henny smiled a devious smile as she hoisted herself onto her husband’s lap and then up to his face. She gripped his dreads with both hands as she guided his head between her legs, allowing the soft satin of her panties to caress his face.

“Gahdamn,” he groaned, his nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“No one gave you permission to speak, N’Jadaka. Smother him so he can't breathe let alone speak,” Charlie goaded admiring the view.

“Yes King Jade,” Henny obeyed, pushing their husband’s face deeper between her plump thighs. The feeling was unlike anything Henny had ever imagined. The soft satin coupled with the warmth of his skin and breath had her dripping, leaving slick snail-like trails along his cheeks.

“Permission to touch you, King?” Erik called out, his voice muffled by his wife’s vagina.

“Permission denied,” Hennessy moaned, causing Erik to whimper as his nails dug deeper into the arms of the chair.

“Ooh the Jaguar about to come out,” Charlie teased before giving further instructions.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to make her cum without using your hands and tongue. Get creative. I need to see this, I might learn something,” Charlie said zooming in on the footage. He blew his lips like a raspberry making a noise that sounded like a propeller. It seemed to work because Hennessy reacted. She rolled her hips, pushing his face even further between her legs. She was now using his nose as a clit stimulator and boy was it doing the trick.

“1 minute,” Charlie announced as she moved to get closer. She wanted to capture it all, right down to Hennessy’s love faces. The tiny princess’ body went into overdrive, jerking and spazzing until her release coated the seat of her panties and the tip of his nose.

“Do over. I can beat that time,” Erik pleaded, keeping his hands down.

“Not tonight, Daddy. I have other plans for us,” Hennessy murmured softly draping her arms around N'Jadaka's neck. Lovey dovey mode was back in effect.

“Welp, that's my cue. I have some online reading to do. I shall see you two in the morning.” Charlie stood and made her way to the door as Hennessy and Erik continued nibbling on each other's lips, caught up. The next round would occur behind closed doors.

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connywrites · 5 years

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gala and delilahs 2

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'Come on, Leo,' she beckoned from the other side of the phone conversation.

'I wanna see you again. And touch you,' she said in her typical needy voice; he could virtually feel her bedroom eyes from her speaking tone, low and sultry, intending to turn him on.

'The android can join if you want.' Startled with a shocked look in his eyes, he almost dropped the phone.

"That's sick! I'm straight, and besides, that'd be like if I invited your sister in on it when we banged." His mind raced as he considered how nasty she might be if given the chance, deciding to speak before she tried to pull him into something else.

"Forget I said that. Look, I'm really trying to do this for real this time, and I can't do that if you wanna go back to the bar. It's asking for trouble and you know that." His voice held alarm most of all, feeling panicked more than he'd anticipated over the idea. Maybe Markus was right about the suggestion of hanging up before things became too much.

"Besides, I'm not really looking to date right now. All that lovey-dovey shit gets me off track, and this is my life now."

'Who said anything about dating?' There was practically a scoff in her tone, and the realization dawned that he should have known she wanted to meet up for sex.

'I know you're getting better, baby. I am too. It's been months. Don't you want to see me again?' Red flags flared in his mind while she snaked her way in with words, and part of him wished she wouldn't try so hard. Yet he couldn't help still wanting to give her the chance, considering maybe she didn't know better and it was another bad habit she was trying to break - it was hard to tell and he had to give her the benefit of the doubt.

'I know Markus is helping you and all, but aren't you lonely?' The huskiness in her voice made him chew his lip and shift in his seat as the temptation rose to touch himself to her voice, like he did in the motel rooms while she called him on work break- but he couldn't give into that kind of thing anymore, or he'd be under her thumb all over again.

"Keep this up and I'll hang up and block your number. I mean it." She made an ugly sound and suddenly he felt used the same way as he had before.

"If you're calling for sex, you've got a long list for that. I know I'm not special." She went quiet, and he could imagine her infamous pout from where he was.

'Alright. I'm sorry. I guess it's me that's lonely.' Appreciating her honesty, he felt the metaphorical bristles retract while his frustration simmered down, but he reminded himself to keep his guard up.

"I told you, you can come over, but no one's getting naked. I respect this place too much for that. No kissing. Nothing." It almost hurt him to say it, and she knew it too, but they both understood that the way he was setting boundaries was important, and no matter how much she wanted him back, she respected that.

'How do you do it? Stay inside all the time, don't go on dates... I mean, I don't drink as much but I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind without crystal. Aren't you?' Leo laughed.

"I'd need a mind left to lose," he joked, and she responded with one of her usual soft hehs of not finding his self-deprecation funny, but half-laughing so he wouldn't feel awkward or bad in the silence - he was a bit weird like that, and she'd adjusted to work around it.

"For real, it sucks sometimes, but it's not so bad. Dad's place is a lot nicer when I'm living here and not on the streets with an eviction notice, you know?"

'Sure. I thought maybe you'd want some fresh air, but you're doing better than me with the whole thing. Maybe we can meet for lunch sometime?'

"Lunch here," he repeated knowingly.

"Much as I miss the places we went to and the food we ate over at Munchkin's, I made a deal and I'm sticking to it. Plus, Markus cooks good food, you'd be surprised. I know I was." She giggled, and he felt his heart flutter.

'Isn't he supposed to be good at that stuff? I mean...' not wanting to say the wrong thing on the subject, she gave him room to correct her. It was yet again more respect than she'd offered in the past; maybe she really was shaping up, after all.

"Yeah, he's good at a lot of stuff. He cooks, he plays piano, he paints. It's kinda relaxing but I can't do any of that shit." He felt his own ego ache again as he remembered he didn't have any talents.

'That's okay, baby, you don't have to be able to cook or draw to impress anybody. The stuff you're doing on your own is pretty cool.' Blinking, he was struck silent in a moment of thought, unused to hearing any compliments or congratulations - even Markus never granted him that.

"I... what?"

'I know how you feel, Leo. About school or art or whatever. But it's all fake anyway. Your dad had a talent and made good money off of it, but you're not a bad person because you can't.' The urge to cry struck him all over again, but he neglected it, standing up to wander to the kitchen and grab a brownie off the platter.

"... Thanks." He stuffed it in his mouth in a moment of heightened nerves.

'Did you want to try to do the school thing? Like, again, it's totally useless unless you want to go to college or whatever. Is there anything you want to try?' He shrugged, despite conversing to her with voice alone.

"Not really."

'What about the garden? I know you don't like hearing it because it's not manly or whatever, but there's a nursery downtown that's hiring. Maybe you could try there.' Discomfort welled in his chest as the embarrassment crept up on him, letting out a little sigh.

"I don't do gardening."

'You don't have to, but you know your flowers a little bit. Smile and sell a few things, get some air and your own money in your pockets. As much as I know you like mooching off the rich,' she said half-joking, half-serious, 'it can't feel good to rely on it when you're almost thirty.' He cringed at the mention of his age.

"Jeeze, don't remind me. Anyway, I don't know that much, and I can't pronounce half the names anyway."

'See, Leo, that's what's stopping you. You take on a challenge when you want to prove yourself right, but if you think you're wrong, you give up before you try. You can't keep living like that, dude.' Silent, he looked off to the side, leaving the other half of the brownie on the counter as he'd lost his appetite.

"I've tried that shit before. It never works out. Remember my last job?"

'Well I think it'll go smoother if you can think straight, you know.' Leo sighed, pinching his nose in frustration.

"I know. But I've still got a dirty ass criminal file and no experience to back me up. At almost thirty," he snapped, before abruptly regretting it.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, I just don't know if I'm ready for anything like that yet."

'Don't you want to start looking after yourself? You can't rely on that an...er, person, for everything.'

"I know that," he spat, feeling his agitation grow.

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay? It's... still a sore subject and I don't like thinking about it." She paused, and he knew she was debating whether to push it or not.

'Maybe try something easier? Telemarketing is easy, and you're real good at annoying people,' she said with a laugh, though it was a bit awkward as she was never sure if he'd take offense or not. Luckily, this time, he laughed, even if it was pitiful.

"Yeah, I love sitting on my ass all day and harassing people. Look, I'm not worried about it. Yeah, one day I want a car and a job and a dog, live the American dream and all that. But not yet. I'm not that successful and I don’t think I ever will be." He knew she rolled her eyes by the pause.

'Okay, Leo. Take it at your own pace. You're doing a lot already; I just know you can do so much more. You've got time, though.' This time, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, you too. Look, I gotta go. Call me back later and maybe we can meet up, but just tell me if you wanna come chill. I can like, pay for gas and shit. Well, not me, but you know." She let out a soft giggle, and he felt a bit better already.

'Yeah, don't bust up my car this time and I won't take your money and kick you out. Deal?' There was a grunt and a snort before he laughed this time, proving it was genuine.

"Joke's on you, can't kick me out of my new home or your car. Suck on that."

'Oh, please,' she teased with a purr that made him turn red from his ears to his shoulders.

"A...anyway. Later, Gal."

'Have a good evening, Leo. You can call me back next time, okay? I really did just miss you.' Going silent, he hesitated.

"I miss you too. I'll call you back later. And uh, hey. Thanks."

'Goodnight, Leo.' Pulling the device away from his face, he hadn't noticed the time until she said night, considering the fact it was 8:08. Not any time in particular, and it still only really registered to him as numbers for the most part, but he tried to fathom the idea of 'early night' and what it might mean for someone with a consistent schedule. Glancing at his contacts, gloom loomed over him as he realized all that was left now was her and Markus' number, as he'd lost touch with whoever he'd considered his friends in the past, and deleted Carl's number right after the death. It made his phone look strangely empty, prompting him to swipe it locked and set it aside.

"How'd it go?" He nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw Markus in the doorway, taking a second to catch his breath.

"Don't do that," he told him as if he could help it.

"Sorry. I'll ring a bell next time." Leo rolled his eyes, leaning his weight against the table and drumming his fingers against the surface as he grew antsy.

"Uh, good. Mostly. I dunno. She's doing a lot better, but she's still... trying old stuff, I guess." Markus dipped his head with a respectable nod.

"Well, she was. I shut her down and she knocked it off, and that's... good." Markus respected how strange and awkward Leo must have felt, giving him the space he seemed to need as he stopped a few feet away from him.

"You're keeping your boundaries, then. That's good." Leo's eyes averted to look at the ground as he wiggled in place, another strange habit he seemed to have.

"You're restless, and it's getting late. Are you still trying for a bedtime routine?" Leo sighed, nodding.

"Trying," he parroted for emphasis.

"Laying in bed all night doesn't sound as relaxing as it seems. I don't think I can do that now, there's too much on my mind." Markus accepted his words with no commentary.

"Try some chamomile tea. The kind we have has Valerian root, another natural sedative. Would you like me to make you a cup?" Leo made a face - he'd never liked the taste of hot tea - but was more willing to try than he usually would be. Maybe Markus caught onto that and that was why he asked.

"Sure. Why not. Worst that happens is it doesn't work, right?"

"I think you'll be surprised." Maneuvering around him, Markus headed towards the kitchen to put the water in the kettle to boil.

“Oh, don’t use that,” he said with more sharpness than he intended, prompting Markus to turn around with a confused look.

“I mean. Can you not?” The phrasing was clunky on his tongue.

“The squeal from those things drives me nuts.”

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imagineclaireandjamie · 6 years

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Flood my Mornings: A King on a Throne

@anne-hedonia said: ...I started wondering about Jamie’s reaction to more of the nuts and bolts of 20th century life, particularly the hygiene. (I know he’s way past that now, but maybe he and Claire could reminisce.) What did he think when he first saw a toilet? Did he think it was as great an invention as I would if I were stuck in the 18th century without one? (I’m not sure I could do the no-toilets-and-wiping-with-leaves thing, I’m just saying.)

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment: Cozy

(throwing all the way back to Ch 2 on this one)

October, 1951

“Mummy??!!! Mummy!! Mummm-meeeeeeee!!???”

“What-ee-what-ee-what-eeeeeee?” I chorused back from the kitchen.

I’d had the brilliant idea, in a burst of uncharacteristic domesticity, to try my hand at swiss roll this afternoon. It was NOT going well, so I was more than happy to turn from my own personal disaster area toward the pitter patter (well, more of a thundering) of little feet behind me.

“Mummy!!” Bree crowed as she zoomed across the linoleum and leapt into my arms, “I poo-pooed in the potty all-by-my-SELF!!!”

“You DID?” I cried, swooping her up. “Darling, that’s wonderful!”

“Uh-HUH! And Daddy didn’int even hafta tell me to!!!”

I kissed her exuberantly on both cheeks. “Well DONE, sweetheart!!” This wasn’t feigned enthusiasm on my part, not in the slightest. Trying to get Bree out of nappies had been something of a saga over the last six months in the Fraser household.

I’d taken a high-minded notion, while pregnant, that under no circumstances were we going to have two children simultaneously in diapers; and two-and-a-half was a perfectly natural age to make the transition in any case. And so Jamie, Penelope, and I had all thrown massive energies into the imperative of getting Bree using the toilet before Ian was born.

Some children, as it turned out, though, were simply late bloomers when it came to changing their voiding routines. My child specifically seemed to be of the “I will die on this hill unbloomed from pure spite” genus.

It had been a constant rotation of ‘lessons,’ coaxing (read: bribes), endless sit-and-wait sessions as chaperone on the edge of the tub, cheerful reminders, tantrums, eagerly trying new strategies from books and friends, and the inevitable tearing out of our collective hair when she would have yet another accident, usually with impeccable cosmic timing, in public. To think we might actually have the knack of things now, then, would be a genuinely spectacular early birthday gift, and so I was just about as radiant as Bree at the news.

“I’m so proud of you, lovey!”

“FANKS!!!”

Apparently done with congratulations, she wriggled down from my arms and went mrooooming back from whence she’d come, nearly careening into Jamie’s legs as she turned the corner into the hall.

He made her a leg with a courtly flourish to let her pass, shaking his head and grinning as he stepped through the doorway. “It’s almost a wee bit sad, to have her grow past it, no?”

“HA! NO! I’m over the moon!” I declared as I turned to see if I could salvage my failed roll. “Here’s hoping Ian is a tad more precocious, when it comes his time.”

We both snorted as a ‘Poo-pee-poooooo! Pee-poo-peeeeee!’ sounded out from across the house, to the jaunty tune of ‘Jingle Bells.’

“I still can’t for the life of me decide what it is that had her so hung up in the first place,” I lamented as I checked the backup sponge I’d prepared for just such eventualities. “I mean, she’s well ahead of most children her age in so many other aspects!”

“Well, and if she didna take to it at once, it’s no’ entirely without basis. It is a fearsome device, after all.”

“What, the toilet?” I laughed, taken aback, grinning at him over my shoulder as I tidied up a bit, waiting for the second sponge to cool.

“Aye, of course,” he said soberly with an eyebrow raised, as though taken aback in turn. “Do ye mean to say that you yourself were never afraid of the sound when it whisks away?”

“I mean, not that I can recall....What, are you scared of the flush?”

“Well, none so much NOW,” he said with a defensiveness that made my cheeks twitch with glee, “but it’s relatively fresh in my mind, aye? I’ve been using one little more than a year, after all.”

“I suppose that’s right! Erm...How did you come to use one the first time, might I ask? Did you figure it out on your own?” I tried to make it a serious question and only half-succeeded. My voice trembled absurdly as my lips quivered. “Or did you have to have someone —show you—how?”

“T’was on my own merits, thank ye kindly,” Jamie said with a good-natured glare as he plunked down into a chair and put his feet up on the table. “Though I did have a bit of help to point me in the right direction, ken?”

“I don’t ken, but I’m ALL ears.”

“Let’s see, then...” He stretched luxuriously and ran his hands through his hair as he settled in for the tale. “I suppose it would have been....Aye, it was in Inverness. I’d come through the stones, and the American lads had given me a ride into town, some clothes and such. Early that next morning, there was the kind priest who counseled me and gave me help to get to Oxford.”

He’d told me the story, of course, and I found myself uttering a silent prayer for Jamie’s savior, whoever he was.

“Well, he could see that I hadna anything by way of means, and that I was out of my element, forbye. So, in addition to giving me money and a meal, he took me to an inn and arranged for me to have access to the facilities to wash and shave. The keeper showed me to the washroom and handed me a towel, and I thanked him, and he closed the door, and—” He laughed. “I think I just stood wi’ my gob hanging open for a time. Wasna sure where to begin in the great, shining place.”

I could just imagine Jamie Fraser, bedraggled and bewildered, trying to process all that tile and porcelain and gleaming metal with an eighteenth-century mind.

“My bowels must have taken the measure of the place better than my brain, though, for I quite suddenly found myself needing to, erm, well.... Let us say that urgent necessity prompted a verra rapid leap of faith.”

“Jolly good thing you didn’t shit in the sink! That would have been a bit awkward to explain to the innkee—” I stopped and turned from my task of slathering filling on the cake. “You didn’t, did you?”

“Got it on the first try, thank Heaven. It was a matter of deduction, mostly. I could see that the tub was likely for washing the body (a good bit larger than those I’d used before, but still, it recalled the shape of a proper copper tub) and that the sink might resemble a basin on a washstand; so as for the toilet, it was more a process of elimination—no pun intended.”

“Victory!” I cried as the roll finally rolled without cracking.

“A small one, but a great relief it was, to be sure,” he agreed.

I rubbed my upper lip in an effort not to laugh. “So, what did you think of it? Once you’d, erm.... leapt?”

“Didna like the feel of the cold seat on my arse. I think I ended up squatting over it, more like...” He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, giving him the air of a professor, musing over some weighty theorem. “But, to be fair, I do recall a goodly sort of satisfaction in watching and hearing my offerings hit the water—like that lovely thunk when ye drop a stone in a deep pond.”

I choked on the scrap of cake I’d just popped into my mouth. “Glad it—” I wheezed crumbs into my windpipe and had to pound my chest and wipe my eyes. “—was a recreational experience, on top of—educational!” I shook with unbridled delight as I swallowed and leaned against the counter, grinning at him. “What did you think of the toilet paper?”

He sighed, enraptured. “I felt like a proper king. Most luxurious thing I’d ever heard of, using paper to wipe my arse! And SUCH paper—I thought it was fabric, at first! So soft, and gentle as a rose petal,” he intoned with a look of unequivocal bliss. “There are a good many things I miss about my own time, Sassenach, but cleaning myself wi’ leaves and plant matter isna one. I’ll always insist upon paying more at the shops for the thickest, softest stuff, even if I have to live on bread and water to accommodate such lavishness.”

“No need to give up steaks and fried potatoes just yet, don’t worry.”

He crossed one ankle over the other. “Mind, any enjoyment vanished rather quickly when confronted wi’ the question of what to DO wi’ the new contents.”

“Oh NO!” I groaned. “Oh, Jesus H Christ, tell me you didn’t—”

“Well, and I’d lived twenty-five years of my life emptying chamber pots, had I not? Or else seeing to my business in a privy or outdoors, at which point ye simply walk away! But it didna seem right to simply leave it thus, so stark against the white! There wasna a window in the room, thank God, else I might have tried to chuck it out by hand, but I did spend several minutes trying to see if I was supposed to detach the bowl in some way. It’s a true wonder I didna break it and flood the room! But finally,” he said, ratcheting up his volume to be heard over my cackling, “I ended up pushing down the lever by accident, and had I not recently voided thoroughly, I might have wet myself over again from the shock of it! I still hate that sound when it echoes about the walls!”

It was a considerable passage of time before I was able to speak normally again, and even then, it was more of a hacking cough between sobs of laughter. “Quite an adventure you had, my love!”

“Indeed. The bath, though—that was an unmitigated delight.”

Roll cooling, I came over and melted onto his lap, triumphant on two fronts. “And HOW many times did I tell you so, back in the olden days?”

“Endlessly,” he conceded, pulling me close and kissing my neck, “and ye were perfectly right. Pure heaven.”

“I had to sit at the stones, that first time, and seriously think about hot baths—whether I could give them up forever, for you.”

“Well, I’m most flattered,” he said, pressing slow, warm kisses along my jawline. “Though, I willna lie to ye: I would give YOU up in a heartbeat if it meant I could have toilet paper forever.”

“Arse,” I murmured against his lips, which were tight with a grin, like mine.

“Aye, the very one.”

#;mod Bonnie #Flood my mornings #the pun was GENUINELY not intended #but there it was plain on the page

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Chapter 13

The travel time between the Forestlands and the Beryldot estate wasn't that far, but for Naell, it was the farthest mentally, as he was exhausted from trying to be polite to the blue-haired mage shop owner of Arigare.

Sestra and the Lieutenant throughout the journey accompanied Sebastian and Naell. The young master was smiling and spoke even softer than before, and even made use of the so-called customer service facade he had learned from his many part-time jobs back on Earth.

"So Young master, what kind of magic was that?" Sestra was inquiring about the magic Naell used that saved her life.

Those who heard the question started gathering closer towards the group. Even Sebastian's usually perfect smile, out of his curiosity, had cracks on it.

"Lady Sestra, do you mean this?" As Naell said that, small shining bits of mana began gathering towards the young mage.

"Just like I thought, that is complex magic... But that looks kinda different from the one before." Sestra said as she closely observed the palm-sized snow crystal that appeared and hovered above the young master's left palm.

Sebastian's gaze was full of interest while his face seemed to say "again with the surprises".

"Lady Sest---"

"Please just call me sister."

Upon hearing that, it then seemed to Naell that after getting to know her, she'd seem to be the cheerful-yet-strict kind.

"Sister Sestra, I wouldn't say it is complex but..."

"But?" Lieutenant Estra was the one who asked. Even an aura user like him knew of such magic.

COMPLEX MAGIC is a term used to characterize the craftier use of magic. Sebastian's utilization of [ FORTRESS ] could be considered as one.

That was why, most of them were quite surprised, since to their knowledge, mages would usually develop complex magic through long years of experience. Sebastian could only proudly smile at his mysterious student as he thought,

'Now that I think of it, I did not even teach him my fortress, yet he managed to make one.'

Naell knew of the basic composition behind things like fire--- fuel, heat, and oxygen. That was why he had a hard time explaining the concepts that barely existed in that world, as magic had mostly replaced the concept of common sense and science.

"But it was just a bigger snowflake."

All of them were flabbergasted, even Sebastian who was expecting a similar answer. Still, he was the one who managed to respond,

"That... Is true, but Naell, the magic behind the snow crystal you made is already complex. Not to mention, to form such a complicated figure with ease is already an incredible feat."

"Young master, it is as complex as teacher Sebastian's snow fortresses." Sestra could not hold herself back. Saying it was simple was like comparing it to her earth javelin.

"I did not form the snow per se... Just like sister Sestra mentioned, its form is different from the other one." Naell recalled how his favorite vocalist once sang, "Every snowflake's different just like you."

He then added on,

"I simply used magic to make some ice crystals, which then latched onto the dust particles around the atmosphere. All I had to do was make it bigger."

Upon explaining the concept behind his snow crystals, Naell noticed the gazes of confusion and mass jaw-drops.

"Ahhh, since summer started, I got into reading books which helped me understand things more clearly. Ha HA ha."

They could only laugh dryly at his response.

"And besides..."

"...It was a memento of my mother."

Silence and a long awkward sadness filled their surroundings. They were certain that Naell's cold eyes looking beyond the horizon, was actually the lonely gaze of a young boy.

Yet that couldn't be further from the truth. They never noticed how Naell was fidgeting from all the stares, nor did they know he just looked elsewhere to avoid their gazes.

'I'm sorry Alic--- Mom I was really hoping not to make an excuse out of you.'

"Young master, sorry for asking too much..." Lieutenant Estra was the one who apologized first while tapping his sister's shoulder. Soon, others followed suit by nodding apologetically.

"No, it's okay.''

"Still, it's no wonder you could pull that off, Young master. Your snow fortress could even block hordes of goblins."

The statement caught Sestra's attention.

"It was... Really you?" Sestra knew of the incident regarding the goblin invasion. Rumor had it that the one who made the snow fortress was actually a frosted ghostman bearing a translucent complexion, and not Sebastian.

Sebastian could only remind the Lieutenant after his oopsie.

"Lieutenant... That was a secret."

"I'm sorry Captain, Young master, I.."

"It is ok, Lieutenant Estra. I just don't really want anymore rumors about me, so I hope it will not spread."

"Understood, Young master." The Lieutenant and Sestra nodded in agreement. Both then thought that Naell was being a humble kid, straying away from all the achievements.

"Hohoho, It is just sad to take credit from my student's achievement."

"HA...Ha...ha..." Naell could only laugh. He knew achievements would only bring him closer to the Duke of Arigare, and that is not an option he was willing to take. Not to mention, being called a frosted ghostman was making him cringe.

With their arrival at the Beryldot estate, Naell was greeted and hugged by Lily upon entering their home. The Lieutenant carried on with Sebastian to report the status of the subjugation to Baron Fharom.

Naell's curiosity was piqued from hearing that someone visited their home, and that even his father was busy tending to the visitor's needs. He made guesses to soothe his curiosity.

'A high noble perhaps...'

Then a horrible thought greeted his mind,

'...Please not the Duke.' Naell wished sincerely as surprises like that really ought to kill him.

Fortunately, his suspicions were debunked seeing Sestra leave urgently to Arigare. She intended to report to the Adventurer's guild as soon as possible, and had no interest in the guest. With this, a sigh of relief escaped Naell's person.

Right after, he immediately sought a bath to cleanse both his body and his damaged mind from all the questions and near-death moments he had to face.

He then went to eat dinner and was surprised to see his family at the table, waiting for him. With their late arrival, he thought they'd already be done.

Sebastian was also seated which by then was an often occurrence in the household. Naell had no idea if that was the case with the old him, but he didn't question further as seeing his Sensei eat with them just felt right.

"Welcome back Elder and Naell." Said Lilia who couldn't hide her gladness, as both of them made it for dinner.

Naell's attention quickly diverted from his thoughts.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Hohoho"

Immediately, Baron Fharom asked his son. He could not wait as he was excited to see what Sebastian and Estra had told him.

"I heard from Elder Sebastian... Snow?"

"Yes, Father." Naell casually presented a snow crystal from his right hand. The seemingly pristine figure made the young Lily stand up with admiration.

"Woah... It's very pretty, brother!"

"It should be. I was making it while thinking of my adorable little sister."

The seven-year-old noticeably glowed from the statement.

"Hehehe"

"Well done. Your training bore fruit." Added on Baron Fharom who was wickedly smirking. Lilia smiled as she knew her husband's intentions of bragging it to the lovey-dovey couple.

"All thanks to your support, Father. Not to mention Mom, Lily, and Sensei's teaching."

"Grandpa is so cool!"

"Hohoho, It was because your brother is a genius, Little one."

Naell deactivated his magic and continued eating. His face was flushed with embarrassment as Lily and Sebastian continued on complimenting him. Watching them, Fharom and Lilia looked at the three with a lukewarm smile.

Months of the serene setting was satisfying to Naell. He felt at peace seeing the Beryldot family smiling and sitting together.

"By the way, Naell."

"Yes, Father."

"You better start preparing for your travel to the capital next week. It is alright to train, but for this week, I hope you will prioritize that first."

"I understand."

"It will be quite lonely without you here Naell." Lilia said while smiling, yet the sadness in her voice was prominent.

"Brother, don't go..." Naell saw how sincere Lilia's soft voice was. On the other hand, his sister was downcasted knowing her brother would be gone next week to study in the capital.

"Mom, Lily, I will come home often so please look forward to the presents I'll be bringing back!"

"Don't bribe me, brother!"

"Hohoho"

"Hahaha" They all laughed and continued eating the delicious food flooding their table, all at the warm comfort of their home.

But amidst the peaceful scene, no one noticed Naell fearfully flinch. A familiar feeling came over him.

'...W---What is this?' A strong hint of mana strongly pierced Naell's senses, before vanishing without warning. He quickly glanced over to Sebastian to see his reaction, yet he was greeted by his usual demeanor, calmly eating in the process.

'Was that just my imagination?" He was reminded of similar strong mana deep in the forest. Yet even with the brief appearance, he knew what he sensed was much stronger.

Naell caught himself deep in thought. He tried to seem unfazed and carried on with his meal, but even with his countless attempts of brushing it aside, the thought stayed in the back of his head.

#Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son #isekai #slice of life #transmigration #novel

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takanos-love-butt · 6 years

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We’ve Waited Long Enough Pt. 2

A/N: Okay. This comes after me SURVIVING a freaking hurricane and finding out that her house was completely destroyed. She’s had to rebuild in a new town with new people, new streets, new shops....you get the idea. Not only that...but we lost so much that we...just can’t get back. Hardest thing for me to let go of: A dress that my gma gave me before she died 15 years ago. Okay before I get emotional, why don’t we read this? See if you can spot the hidden Hidoku Shinaide reference!!

Read Part 1 here!!

“RICCHAN!” Kisa shook a thoroughly spaced out Ritsu. “Wake up man, you’re desk phone’s ringing!!”

“Ah!” Was all the rookie manga editor could say before having to pick up the phone and giving his usual business greeting.

Kisa shook his head. “We’re not even hitting the heavy parts of the cycle yet, but you have trouble keeping awake?” Of course Onodera didn’t answer him as he was on the phone, but everyone was getting just a little irked that he seemed to be spacing out all month. Sure it was okay to be a LITTLE dreamy when the cycle started...but dozing off in the middle before it’s considered fainting from exhaustion?

“I’m really sorry…” Ritsu apologized to the rest of the team once he got off the phone. He rubbed his face trying to shake the fatigue off.

“You’ve been like that all month. C’mon! You’ve almost made it to a year with us! Don’t let yourself get fired for negligence now!” Mino replied with his trademark smile.

“Takano-san has actually been going really easy on you. If I were dozing off that much he’d already be on my ass,” Kisa remarked.

“I know, I know...I get it, I get it. I’m going to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. Maybe that will help…” he said getting up.

“I wonder what’s been going on with him?” Meiri spoke up after Onodera was out of earshot. “I hope he’s taking care of himself…”

“He’s never really been this out of it. Well for this long anyway,” Hatori said. “Makes me wonder how he’ll be doing once the going gets rough next week. Takano-san’s getting rather worried too. But he’s been too busy to pester him about it,”

/(^x^)\

Ritsu in the meantime, splashed the cool water on his face from the sink in the men’s room. It really WASN’T that he needed sleep. The dreams he’s been having are taking a toll on him. And that’s putting it lightly. The dream about that lovely Christmas Eve morning as the clock struck midnight would replay day after day. A dream so pleasant, it hurt.

Then... he’d have another recurring dream where he was making love with Takano near that same Christmas tree on a futon. He’d cum so hard that some would land on one of the tree ornaments right above his head. Then he and Takano would be laughing and joking about it. Ritsu would be enjoying seeing Takano’s happy laughing face. Every time he recalled this his heart would melt. Making Takano laugh and playfully teasing him as much as he did.

The dream he had just the previous night however, could top them all. He couldn’t really remember what was happening as parts of this dream were fuzzy, but he and Takano were having a sweet moment with each other. They’ve both worked very hard and finally were able to leave work at the front door. Ritsu would caress Takano’s cheek as he gazed at him lovingly. It was then he saw a shiny object on his hand; a beautiful rose gold ring etched with cherry blossom designs. And he distinctly remembers Takano kissing that ring. Almost like it was a ritual he did as a way of saying ‘Remember that I love you and always will’. Indulging in a small bit of kissing afterwards. If they came home together, they would do this before they started dinner, started the bath, household chores, etc. Every little bit of love they could manage counted in their busy lives. Was this what is called ‘Lovey-Dovey’?

Could it be that I actually CRAVE this kind of life? Not only that but he couldn’t imagine this kind of life with anyone else except for Takano Masamune. His resistance was starting to wear very thin at this point as these dreams and thoughts of his were drilling it further into his mind. His heart and body are on the verge of going against his rational thought process. Now it’s just a few days to a year he’s been with him. Desire and longing were becoming exceedingly overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, he even started getting really REALLY nervous and jumpy around Takano. Especially at work. He no longer responded to his jabs at teasing him or insults. Instead he responded with a simple ‘Sorry, I promise I’ll do better,’ and that was that. Ritsu was very reminiscent of his old high school self.

Ritsu never even rejected Takano’s demands to have that one full meal for the day. Sometimes even sharing two meals a day. When the thoughts and dreams would haunt him through the month, he’d be caught daydreaming and gazing into space during work. More proof that it was becoming very unbearable. Especially when he would catch himself just staring at the editor-in-chief of the Emerald department. Of course looking away and dipping his nose back into his work when Takano turned his direction.

Without using the toilet, he left the restroom and went to the break room to get a quick coffee from the pot. “Ugh…” Ritsu grunted as he put more coffee into his already ailing stomach. He wasn’t even sure this was healthy for him. What's happening to me? I feel like I'm going crazy… I've got to snap out of this before...

“Oh there you are,” a hauntingly familiar voice made Ritsu jump. “Finally have you alone. I need to talk to you…”

“Eh?” Ritsu turned toward Takano with his heart pounding in his ears. Was he going to scold him? He deserved it after all… He’d been spacing out so much that all his colleagues were complaining about it. Damn it all...

“Listen, you’ve been acting strange all month so far. Care to tell me about it?” Takano gave a soft face. An expression that said he was more concerned than wanting to scold him. “You’ve been doing so well, but now, you're barely getting your assignments in on time and just...acting really weird. Did something happen with your family?” Takano knew at this point that Ritsu’s family is hard pressed on getting him to take over the company, especially trying to get him to get married and bear children in the Onodera name. So he figured that they were gauging him again; not really knowing the true reason Ritsu was evasive and out of it.

“Eh? Oh..oh no, nothing’s going on. My mother really hasn’t been bugging me so much anymore…” he answered honestly. Though he had yet to tell Takano that his father really didn’t anticipate Ritsu to take over Onodera publishing if he really didn’t want to. So he understood why Takano would be asking.

“Then...what’s got you so out of sorts? I can definitely tell something is bothering you,” Takano drew closer to him. “You’re suffering...please tell me what I can do to help you…” he tucked one of Ritsu’s mousey brown locks behind his ear.

Ritsu twitched seeing the one who haunted his dreams come even closer. Even worse, this person was expressing genuine concern and love for him. Please...please stop being so kind… Ritsu’s eyes started to fill with tears. I’m losing control…control of my...rational mind...

“Please. Let me help you. What’s wrong? I’m here to listen.” Takano pressed when Ritsu only seemed to get more troubled. He then gave another soft smile. “Do you remember what you told me ten, almost eleven, years ago when I was having trouble of my own while we were in high school? You told me talking about it would help me get some of those ugly feelings out. You still believe that right?”

Ritsu’s eyes then overflowed. A sudden flash of the memory Takano spoke of rushed him. He remembered he loved his senpai so much that he was willing to do anything for him. Even if he was only able to just listen. “Why...why do you remember that shit?” he started to sob in frustration of his mixed emotions. He tried to turn his face away so Takano didn’t catch sight of the face he only shows to him.

But it didn’t work. When Takano saw this face again and he only melted in place. “Because I love you, Ritsu...And I want to return that favor ten fold,” he purred, tears filling his own eyes. Seeing his love like this was ripping his own heart apart. “You’re in pain, please...please tell me what I can do? I...I don’t like seeing you like this...it hurts me too,” he caressed his cheek wiping off his tears. Takano remembered he never apologized for blowing up at him in the library all those years ago. It only strengthened his want to help his troubled Ritsu.

I…I can’t hold back anymore…FUCK THIS...I NEED HIM… With that, Ritsu went to his tiptoes, launched his arms around Takano’s neck, and brought him down to his level for a deep passionate kiss.

“Oi-Mmph….mmm!” Takano went wide eyed. Not only were they in an area where anyone could just waltz in and catch them, but Ritsu was freakin’ kissing him on his own!! “Ritsu..mmm...we shouldn’t...mmph...not here-! Mmmmm…” Ah fuck it! Since when was Takano EVER conscious about where they were when he kissed him? Perhaps it was the shock of actually being kissed and not doing the kissing himself… With that, he just gave into his little bean’s advances and embraced to hold him closer; making their kiss even deeper. Ritsu even managed to push against him to the counter to the side of them to gain dominance and press even more against him.

Ah...he’s...grinding against me…he’s getting hard, too... Takano moved one of his arms down against Ritsu’s waist; absolutely loving the feeling of Onodera’s cock growing and subconsciously rubbing against his own hips. “Mmm Ritsu...so THIS is what you needed? Well let’s make sure you’re fully recharged…” Takano said going in again after a quick breath. Haven’t got enough myself…

Ritsu moaned and scratched gently on the back of Takano’s head. The rest of the world was dead to him right now. His rational mind was going ‘What the HELL are you doing?! We’re at work and this is Takano-san you just jumped!’.

However...his heart and body muted his rational mind’s screaming, Nnnn...he tastes like fresh coffee. Was it a chocolate mocha latte? I...missed his scent too…and the way he holds me like he doesn't want to let go. Oh Takano-san...ah… he thought as he lavished Takano’s tongue and fought him for dominance in their mouths. He could feel the rush go all the way down to that special place Takano loved to suck on. His nipples also ached for touch and he began to wish that Takano’s fingers would just dip in his pants to play with his back door.

“Oi…” a deep familiar voice sounded. Ritsu immediately jumped back and out of Takano’s arms hearing a third person catch him in this act. Which ultimately made him a shaking shivering mess.

Takano groaned at the sudden loss of Ritsu’s lips and aroused body against him. “Dammit Yokozawa, I was feeling good…”

“Well can you two please ‘feel good’ somewhere else? You’re in front of the coffee maker…” Yokozawa said nonchalantly. I need my coffee man...

“Oh...sorry about that…” Takano said moving to the side.

“Ah...umm…” Ritsu tried to form words while looking like a boiled octopus. “I..I’m just gonna go back to work now, sir!” he then took off full speed out of the break room leaving behind Takano and Yokozawa. It immediately reminded the editor-in-chief of the time he first tried to hold Ritsu’s hand back in high school. Ah...he’s so cute...

“He sure is jumpy isn’t he?” Yokozawa remarked getting his much needed caffeine beverage. “It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. Though...you’re lucky it was me that caught you two and not a gossip hen or a superior,”

“He’s actually gotten a lot more bold. That’s the first time he’s ever done that to me,” Takano replied. “Say, what're you doing up here anyway? You've got a break room on your floor right?”

“What's it matter where I get my coffee from?” Yokozawa actually fiddled with the sugar and cream packets as he spoke.

Takano then smirked upon a certain realization. “Oh I see. You're up here to see your boyfriend,”

Yokozawa almost spat his first sip of coffee. He'd yet to tell Takano about his relationship with Kirishima so this remark caught him totally off guard. “H..how..”

“Idiot. How long have I known you? Anyone with eyes can tell that you spend less time on my side of the editing floor and more with Japun’s department. Not only that, but every time he sees us talking he comes over and wants to know what we're talking about. Kirishima-san didn’t strike me as the jealous type, but he obviously doesn’t like me getting all that close to you without his supervision,” Takano scoffed.

“Ah...yeah...he can’t ever be non-conspicuous about...us,” Yokozawa could feel the heat rise to his face. “Guess...the secret’s out, huh?” He knew he had a big blush on his face. It was no use trying to hide it from his best friend anymore.

“Yup. At least to me anyway, but...well, I’m actually happy for you. I know I had to...be rather cruel to you. But seeing you with him makes me feel a hell of a lot better about the whole thing,” Takano smiled for the third time that day. “You finally managed to move on. I really couldn’t be happier for you…”

Yokozawa allowed a soft expression on his face as well. “Well...I’m really happy for you, too. Onodera really seems to love you, especially with the way he clung to you like that,” he wanted to tell him that Ritsu told him that he loved Takano a good while back. Though since it’s not really his place to do so he held back from spilling any unnecessary information.

“Yeah. He’s starting to open up more. I know he loves me. He drops so many hints it’s getting really unbearable trying to find the patience. But...there is something I see in him, like he’s being really hesitant about something…”

“I think I might know what that feeling is,” Yokozawa sat back against the counter. “It’s the feeling of uncertainty. He wants to love you, but he’s scared something will happen or that same thing that happened to split you guys up all those years ago will repeat itself. He’s afraid to hurt you again or be hurt himself. I do see he really does care for you. He’s just taking cautious steps. So be gentle with him…” he sipped on his coffee cup. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’s had these exact same feelings with Kirishima and their relationship. Will we go on like this forever? Can I handle a time when we break up if we must? The mama bear actually sympathised with Ritsu on these points as he’s going through the very same himself.

Takano’s eyes went a little wide at his statement. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d hear that from you…”

“Masamune,” Yokozawa began again. “Relationships like ours aren’t readily accepted, you know. The forbidden love between two guys. I’m not just talking homophobes, but also parents that want grandchildren or that want to pass on family legacies. I’m sure with Onodera being an heir to that company, his parents aren’t going to like your relationship too much. And I’m willing to bet that’s probably something that’s weighing heavily on him right now,”

“Yeah. I remember Isaka-san saying something like that, too. So I’ve been trying to keep my distance this month so he can figure out what he wants to do,” Takano answered. “But I do know I don’t want to let go of him. Not now. Not ever…”

“I wish I had your enthusiasm. See, I’ve even gotten acquainted with Kirishima-san’s loving parents and his little girl loves me to death, but I still suffer times when I just feel...out of place, you know? I feel rather ugly trying to take the place his late wife used to sit,”

Takano gave him another one of his rare smiles again. “Hey I understand, though I don’t have a real family so it shouldn’t matter to me. But I do sympathize with you. Being gay in this world is just...hard,” they both felt that heavy weight as soon as the words left his mouth. “But...I’m not giving up. I don’t care what this crappy world thinks of me or us being together. That’s something you should do too. I mean. You say you don’t have that enthusiasm, but you loved me enough to try to come between me and Ritsu. You didn’t care at the time what might happen for us in the future, you just dove right in. So...do the same thing for Kirishima-san. No he didn’t strike me as jealous, but the way he treats you in public says it all. He doesn’t care who finds out. He doesn’t care what people will have to say about him. And I get the feeling he really wants to show his boyfriend off to the world proudly. I guess you can say, I really share that same attitude. I wanna be that way with Ritsu too someday,”

Yokozawa felt his heartstrings tug so tight. His emotions wanted to pour out of his eyes just then, but he held it back. “You know...you’re absolutely right. He deserves that very same love and discretion I gave you. Thank you, I think I’m a little more confident now,”

“Hey, what are best friends for?” they locked hands before giving each other a nice brotherly hug.

“Thank you,” Yokozawa said again. He really did feel he could take the next step with Kirishima after hearing this.

“No problem,”

“D’aww what a tender moment!” Kirishima finally popped his head in. “Ah! Don’t worry, I caught all of what Takano-san just said. And he’s right, you know!”

Yokozawa jumped hearing his love’s voice. “Dammit! You really need to stop spying on me!”

“Aw then I’d miss tender moments like this between friends!” Kirishima paid no mind to his Mama Bear’s embarrassed ranting and came up to catch him in an embrace from behind. “Thank you, Takano-san for your approval of our relationship! Don’t worry, I promise this wild bear is in good hands,”

“Oi!” Yokozawa tried to wriggle out of his embrace but it only made Kirishima’s grip tighter.

Takano only chuckled. He really was happy to see that his best friend’s heart was so lovingly taken care of after he had to shoot it down all those months ago. “I can see that! I really am happy for you two. Especially since my best friend found someone who’s much better at taking care of him than I am,”

“Say, what do you say we go on a double date with you and Onodera-san sometime? We need a little camaraderie in this harsh world you and Takafumi just finished speaking of, don’t you think?” Kirishima beamed giving another squeeze to his wild bear. “Wouldn’t mind being ‘gayfriends’ with you guys you know. Don’t worry. I’ll train Mama Bear here how to be nice to Onodera-san since I know he was so prickly to him before...” During the New Year’s party, Kirishima just happened to be near Yokozawa, Takano, and Ritsu as he was trying to find another one of his authors in the crowd. That’s when he heard Yokozawa lay into him for apparently a very petty reason. Of course now he knew why the grumpy bear was like that towards Ritsu, but he should have no reason to be like that now.

“You know? I would really love that. We should make plans for it. But for now, I should catch up to him. When he’s this bashful and embarrassed, he tends to do stupid shit...” Takano said turning to leave. “Oh and don’t make the same mistake I did and get frisky in front of the coffee maker,”

Kirishima’s eyes widened then. “Hm? What, did you walk in on those two having a moment?” he smirked at Yokozawa; who wasn’t answering and had a great blush on his face. “Awww I want a special moment, too!” he playfully whined starting to kiss his mama bear from his ear down his neck.

“Urgh, hey! No way! We’re at work!” Yokozawa struggled.

Takano just laughed to himself as he left them in the break room to search for his Ritsu. Lovesick Dorks...

/(^x^)\

Ritsu was back in the bathroom hugging himself in one of the stalls. Dammit. I just...jumped on Takano-san. No doubt he’s going to let that go to his head. But…maybe...I wouldn't mind that? one of his hands was going down to fondle his aching groin. Shit...It’s like I’m a cat in heat. Yikes...bad pun. He thought as he was reminded at what the term ‘neko’ meant for gay couples in Japan.

Those dreams...could that be my heart’s way of telling me that I’m starting to desire him? And not just physically either. They’re...premonitions. They’re telling me of what it could be like. Telling me the point of two guys dating. And what I’m missing out on right now…

Ritsu felt a sudden urge to ask Takano if he could stay the night with him. Ah geez. I can’t even believe I’m even considering that notion!! But he just couldn’t shake the fact that it was something he’s been wanting to do. Not only did his body want to feel Takano against him again, but his heart was aching for him to be inside his apartment. Have a proper meal prepared for him. And just...stay the night and enjoy each other’s company. It didn’t even matter if it was in awkward silence. Ritsu really just wanted to hold Takano again.

#Takano Masamune #onodera ritsu #fanfic #sekaiichi hatsukoi #onodera ritsu no baai

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Jamie Benn #2

A/N: alright folks, so this is going to be a multi-part imagine (like 2 or 3 parts) with more of a plot line than most, like of stuff beside the whole lovey dovey romance... but hope you like it :) also fair warning all the remaining parts probably won’t be as long.. i just got carried away like always.

Word Count: 3,057

Family dinners weren’t exactly your thing. You arrived and immediately were compared to your oh-so-lovely cousin, Tyler Seguin. It was a curse being born only two months after him. Cause all eyes lit up at his achievements while eyes narrowed and frowned at whatever you had going for you at the same age. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t a high paid NHL player.

“Y/N,” your aunt, Tyler’s mom, called for you as you walked through the front door.

“Hi,” you smiled while wrapping your arms around her and returning the tight embrace. Since the day you were born, you and her had a good relationship, seeing as she and her sister - your mom - were always close growing up too. And with you not having any siblings, you were around her and her kids a lot.

“How’s it going?” She asked, keeping an arm around your back and rubbing slowly.

“Good,” you smiled, “is mom here yet?” You asked and glanced around the living room to your left - only to not see her honey brown hair.

“Not yet,”

“Oh,” you sighed, “I thought she’d be here by now,”

“You know how your mom is,” she smiled while trying to keep the emotions light, “always late,” she added with a chuckle.

“Right,” you nodded.

Ever since her and your dad got a divorce months ago now, your moms been a little more spacey than usual. She was sort of unpredictable and kept quiet about how she was really doing. 25 years of marriage, all down the drain thanks to your father. You’d never forget the phone call you got from your aunt, saying your mother had been hiding in her guest bedroom for two days and that you needed to come talk to her. But you were all trying, her too, and things were starting to get better again - you hoped so at least.

“Y/N!” You recognized Candace’s voice before turning to see her waving you into the dining room to your right.

“Go,” your aunt patted your shoulder and nodded towards the dining room. “We’ll talk later, hopefully your mom shows up soon,”

“I’ll text her,” you noted before walking off to where Cassidy was grinning at you.

The moment you got into arms reach, her fresh set of nails were digging into your arm. You winced and hissed through your teeth before shaking your arm from her death grip. Narrowing your eyes at your cousin, you noticed how giddy she was as her grin hadn’t left her lips.

“What is your deal?” You barked.

“Hush!” Candace muttered, then she was looking over her shoulder quickly and just as she opened her mouth to talk, Tyler cut her off.

“Already crabby, huh?” Tyler teased you with his usual wicked smirk and annoying look in his eyes. Sure, you two were close, but since you had hung around the family so much, he was more like an annoying brother than a cool cousin. But he did have his moments, you’ll give him that much.

“Hey, Ty,” you rolled your eyes and walked up to give his a lazy side hug.

As you stepped out of his embrace, you noticed he wasn’t standing by himself. Beside your cousin was a familiar face, one you’ve only seen on tv or on the ice during warm ups when he’d flash you a toothy smile. But never had you had the pleasure to actually meet Jamie Benn. He was giving you that classic sweet smile and watching as you hugged Tyler. Now you knew why Candace was freaking out, the two of you had exchanged some words of just how cute the Dallas captain was.

“What are you, two bottles of wine in already?” Tyler continued to tease you, which caused your eyes to drift away from where Jamie stood and back to your cousin.

“Actually I’m behind my usual schedule,” you sighed dramatically, “I had to drive here so I’ve only been able to chug a bottle in the driveway,”

It wasn’t a lie. You had sat in your car for nearly 30 minutes, taking decent sips of straight from the bottle and looking through your Instagram app. Some may say it looked sad and hopeless, but to you it was just another family get together. Speaking of, you were still confused as to why Tyler had brought along Jamie.

“Wait, actually?” Jamie questioned, confusion clear on his face.

“Oh no word of a lie bro, Y/N turns full alcoholic when it comes to family stuff,” Tyler explained as he slapped the back of his hand on Jamie chest. He continued to look a little confused but just shrugged his shoulders and left it at that.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduced yourself to Jamie while sticking out a hand for him to shake. In which he struggled to switch his beer bottle to his other hand before shaking your hand with his slightly wet one due to the moisture from his beer.

“Jamie,” he smiled.

“Tyler is absolutely horrible at introductions,” you stated.

“Oh trust me, I know,” Jamie chuckled and nudged Tyler a bit. Your cousin pushed him back, being the competitor shit he was, and with that you excused yourself to walk past them and into the kitchen.

You wasted no time walking to the wine fridge and finding your favourite. Reaching up, you grabbed ahold of a glass that was big enough for you and filled it up way more than most wine drinkers would. After taking two large gulps, you were caught off guard by someone sneaking up behind you.

“Haven’t even been here an hour and you’re already into the wine,” the low deep voice caused you to turn around slower, delaying any time before you had to stare into those disappointed eyes.

Your grandfather was a kind man, with a hard stare and an intimidating overall look to his face. Most would be surprised to look through your childhood photos and see him sitting with you as you read princess books and handed him tea cups. But those days were over, and he was his normal hard self.

“I’m thirsty,” you shrugged.

“Don’t get crazy, Y/N,” he warned with a finger pointed towards you. You gave him a tight smile and nodded. Then as his attention was taken away by someone else, you grabbed ahold of the neck of the wine bottle and slipped back into the dining room.

“Hey, is your mom here yet?” Cassidy, your youngest cousin, asked as you took the free seat beside her at the table. Jamie sat directly across from you -being the first you noticed - with Tyler beside him and Candace sat at the head of the table to your right and Jamie’s left.

“Uh, no,” you answered, taking another sip of wine.

“Our moms been talking about her more recently, saying how she’s not really-”

“Subject change, Cass,” you cut her off and gave her a serious look - wide eyes that looked off to Jamie in the corner of your eye. Cass’s lips formed a thin line as she realized her mistake.

“Sorry,” she mumbled before taking a sip of her drink. Knowing how the Seguin family rolled, you knew the 20 year old was drinking vodka clubs. A rich sounding drink for a wannabe rich kid. But you loved her, sometimes.

“So,” you said while looking across the table at Jamie. He still had a skeptical look in his eyes. “What brings you to a Seguin family get together, Jamie?” You asked the burning question.

“I invited him,” Tyler answered with a shrug.

“Oh,” you said.

“Yeah,” Jamie paused, “I really didn’t have anything better to do with my Friday night anyways,”

“Doubt that,” you snorted before taking another sip of your wine, “I can name a hundred other places I’d rather be than here,”

“A hundred?” Jamie questioned, an eyebrows raised in a taunting way.

“Yes,” you smiled.

“Don’t make her list a hundred places, cause she actually will,” Tyler groaned to his friend.

Jamie chuckled, making your heart all but skip a damn beat. The man was a good looking fella and you just knew that charm radiated out of him. It was Jamie Benn after all, the captain of the Dallas Stars who was all smiles all the time. He seemed like he could be a good time, but really only time would tell as the night went on.

You noticed he drank his beer almost as quickly as Tyler did. By the time you were finishing up your second bottle of wine for the night, Tyler and Jamie had a couple of beers each beside them on the table. Almost an hour had passed and it seemed your grandparents were tiring of waiting for their middle child, who you called mom, and told everyone to help themselves to dinner.

“You still make gravy volcanoes with your mashed potatoes?” Tyler questioned. He laughed while pointing his fork where you were pouring the gravy into the hole you had made for it in your pile of mashed potatoes.

“Jeez, I remember when grandma used to do that for me when I was a kid,” Cassidy said.

You rolled your eyes at your cousins while you made your way back into the dining room. Everyone had sat down now, which meant you’d be pulling up a chair at the kids table. It really wasn’t a kids table, anymore, but since there was not enough seats at the dining table you Seguin kids knew your place. Thankfully, your uncle Scott whom was the youngest of your mothers siblings, would sit with you guys too.

“I think it’s s'cute,” Jamie stated while taking the seat beside you.

Your cheek had to be flaming red at his soft words. Also the man sounded ridiculously cute saying s'cute. You chuckled and poured the fresh bottle of wine into your glass.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

Jamie didn’t respond, instead he smiled at you before you both indulged into your dinner. Your uncle Scott made casual dinner conversation, being that he was only ten years old than Tyler and you, it was always easy to get along with him. You guessed it was because he grew up with two older sisters, therefore he saw the opportunity of acting like an older sibling with you two.

Everyone was in that sort of daze after a big meal, picking at what was left on your plate with your fork while holding your glass of wine. After dinner was when the real fun began at the Seguin get togethers. As you had relaxed back in your chair, your legs had managed to gently bump into Jamie’s. It was a innocent physical contact, but as he brushed his leg against your time after time, it made your stomach feel hollow and your head get dizzy. The wine was definitely getting to you now.

“Look who finally showed up,” your uncle Scott said with a grin. You looked over your shoulder, bumping into the arm of Jamie’s that rested across the back of your chair carelessly. Walking timidly into the house was your mother.

“Hi Scotty,” she said with a smile as he came up to hug her.

Everyone else echoed a hello to your mother as she dropped off her purse at the staircase and walked into the dining room. She stopped at the back of your chair, looking briefly at Jamie - which queued him to introduction himself - before her eyes landed on you. Your lips weakly tugged into a smile as you took in the bags under her eyes and just the way she looked too tired for her normal self. And here you were thinking she was doing better.

“Hey kiddo,” your mom said as she patted your head.

“Hey,” you mumbled back.

It didn’t take your grandparents any longer to start asking questions. Your mom sighed and brought herself closer to her parents. They asked where she had been, what made her think they would always wait for her, and then they struck a cord that even bothered you. They brought up the divorce. You shut your eyes and leaned back in your chair, bringing your glass of wine to your lips and finishing it off.

“At least they’re not picking on your life, like usual,” Candace said, her voice sounding closer as if she had leaned towards you. You opened your eyes to see you were right, her arms were against the table as she leaned to you.

“I mean, they still kinda are,” you muttered while pouring the rest of the bottle into your glass.

“Let’s head out to the deck,” Tyler suggested while picking up his plate. As you were getting up out of your seat and pushing in your chair, Jamie grabbed your plate and put it under his. You furrowed your brows, which he smiled in return before turning away and following Ty into the kitchen.

The night went on and soon enough all the family was outside on the large patio and sitting around the fire pit. You ‘kids’ stuck around the patio while the adults started up the fire and sat around in the old camping chairs. As the sun was setting slowly, you were getting closer to your quota and drinking your wine while whinnying with Cassidy to Shake It Off by Taylor Swift.

You were in the middle of jumping around and singing the verse - acting as though your bottle of wine was a mic - when you noticed just how much Jamie had been keeping his eyes on you. You grinned and turned to sing back at Cassidy as the course started back up again.

“Wait a second,” you stopped mid-singing and turned back around to look at where the boys were sitting with Candace at the patio table. Tyler and Candace both had to turn their heads to look at you, while Jamie was already staring back at you. “Isn’t your phone plugged in, Ty?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“So you’re telling me that you have a Taylor-freaking-Swift song on your phone?”

“He’s played more of her songs at the arena too,” Jamie stated and sipped his beer. He lifted it up and saw it was now finished, his brows pulling together in confusion. Most people drank more around you Seguins.

“Did you need another beer?” You asked, your voice was softer now as you ignored the continued conversation of Tyler’s sisters picking on him.

Jamie looked up at you and smiled, “yes please,”

“I’ll be right back,”

As you were closing the fridge, you were met with your mother staring back at you. She sudden appearance scared you, causing you to clench the beer bottle to your chest as you caught your breath. Letting out a deep breath, you shut your eyes and then looked back at your mother.

“You scared me,” you stated.

“You’ve been all over Tyler’s friend,” her voice wasn’t soft like you once knew, instead it was hard and meant to be hurtful. You swallowed and rolled your lips into your mouth as you held back from talking back to your mother. “You’re drunk,” she spat out.

“I’ve drank just as much as Tyler has,” you said.

“Oh quit trying to pull Tyler down, lord knows he’s acting better than you are,” she said. That’s when you could tell she had to had slammed something back. Looking to your left, you caught your grandfathers bottle of rum looking a little emptier than earlier.

“Lord knows if I would have brought Jill tonight, he’d be all over her,” you exclaimed, “and I’m not even being bad, mom,” you added, your voice sounding a little bit winey as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Quit trying to lie to me,”

“No, you know what mom,” you saw black as you started to spit harsh words back at your mother, “where even were you tonight? You disappeared and then come here and get wasted off your ass,”

“Sounds familiar,” she huffed.

You wanted to scream back at her. But instead you took a deep breath and shook your head. Here you were thinking you’d be hating tonight due to Tyler and whatever b-s your family had to compare you two about. Who knew your night would actually be ruined by your mother. You pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber without another word being exchanged with the narrowed eyed woman standing in front of you.

“Where are you going?” She called after you after a minute of you standing there, you realized you still had Jamie’s beer and wanted to give it to him before you ran off.

Just as you opened the patio door, you nearly ran into Jamie, causing you to stop in your tracks and hold out the beer. He immediately sensed how your emotions had changed. His eyes softened as he leaned down a bit and try to capture your eyes with his.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

“I’m leaving, tell everyone I say goodbye,” you said.

Jamie didn’t reply, so you turned on your heels and walked down the hallway. Just as you were slipping into your jacket and throwing your purse on your shoulder you got the notification that your Uber had arrived. As you twisted the door handle open, you were turned back around by a large hand wrapping around your arm.

“Can I get your number?” Jamie asked quickly.

“Uh,” you paused and saw your mother walking towards the patio door behind Jamie, “yeah,” you nodded and he handed you his phone.

“I’ll call you,” he said with a smile. You only could muster up a smile and nodded in response before turning back around and walking out of the house.

No way in hell could you predict that was how your night at a Seguin family get together was going to go tonight. Four bottles of wine, shameless eye fucking with your cousins teammate, your grandfathers disapproving voice and your mother drunk ruining it all. But, on the bright side, you did get Jamie’s number.

You smiled as a text from an unknown number came onto your phone screen just as your Uber pulled onto the main street. You unlocked your phone and read it, knowing very well it was Jamie.

Sucks you left, hope you’re okay.. you’re missing out, we found the rest of Tylers secret swift music lol

#jamie mine #jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #tyler seguin imagine #kinda lol

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