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viastro · 4 years

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lowkey | xu minghao

ミ★ synopsis: in which you’ve been pining after your fellow dance member, xu minghao, and he helps teach you the choreo one night.

ミ★ genre: mainly just humor, some fluff, y/n is a dummy, minghao is a softy

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 3,648

ミ★ pairings: minghao x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi!! it’s been awhile uhh, i think i’ll be writing a lot more since i’m quite literally self quarantined. don’t hold me to that tho cause i’m a shithead when it comes to writing 🙈

You know, you weren’t that big of a fan of dancing when you were a child. The first day your mom brought you to your ballet class, you started crying because they wouldn’t give you the big, pink, fluffy tutu. As soon as the class ended you told your parents you were never dancing again, but look at you now. You’re 21 and you are still, in fact, dancing. To make it even better, you’re dancing different genres and are also now part of the dance team at Seoul University.

While you’ve obviously grown to have a love for the art, your parents still like to tease you and copy the way you used to cry about not wanting to go to dance. The most popular quotes they mock you with are, “Wahh! You can’t make me go to ballet! I’m not even the Sugar Plum fairy, this isn’t fair!” as well as the very special, “I’m not a dancer, for I, am The Rock.” (You had a The Rock obsession, so what?) Even then, you let them have their fun because you were truly a nightmare to get into the studio as a child. The three of you made the conscious decision to only joke about it together and to never bring it up to your dance team.

NEVER.

Especially since the guy you’ve been pining over for a good year is part of the dance team. In fact, he’s one of the aces of the team. There’s four of them: Soonyoung, Chan, Junhui, and last but definitely not the man of your dreams, Xu Minghao. The Uni students like to refer to them as the Four Aces, A4 for short. They’re practically Gods at the University, all the freshmen have a crush on them whether they want to admit it or not. Whenever the big showcase comes up the four of them are a subunit and have their own choreo. It’s pretty epic.

You’re rather close to Soonyoung and Chan since they help you out after practice is over so you can touch up on choreo. Soonyoung’s usually the one you go to to ask for help considering he’s the one who comes up with the choreographies half the time.

“Okay but y/n, make sure to make that move sharper. It shouldn’t be that soft, it has to be aggressive. Yeah, like that!” Soonyoung tells you with a big smile once you correct it. You grin, pushing your bangs off your sweaty forehead. You glance over at the clock to see that it’s 12 am already.

“Let’s continue on Monday, Soonyoung. It’s already really late.” You tell him and he looks up at the clock, shock now displayed over his features. “Holy shit. I didn’t even realize it’s already midnight.” He mutters, making his way over to his bag to pack up his stuff.

“Time flies when you’re with a cool gal like me.” You joke.

Soonyoung looks up and stares at you, no emotion on his face. The room is in pure silence.

“You are hilarious.” Soonyoung says blankly after a beat and you throw your sweat towel at him. He lets out a giggle, dodging said sweat towel. You chug the last of the water in your bottle, before tossing it into your bag. You throw your gym bag over your shoulder and pick up the sweat towel you threw at Soonyoung.

“You’re lucky this bitch didn’t land on your face. It would’ve been a tragedy.” You tell him with a smile, going in for a high five.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later y/n!” You wave bye and head out the door.

“UghhhHHHH!” You screech into your pillow, kicking the bed with your feet at the same time. Seungcheol stares at you as you have a mental breakdown from the chair by your bedroom window. You lift your head up to suck in some more air before slamming your face back down into the pillow to scream some more.

“Y/N... please... I just wanted some ramen.” Seungcheol begs from the chair, flipping himself so that his head is hanging from the end of the seat where your ass is supposed to be. You lift your head up, shooting him the scariest death glare you can muster. He squeaks, closing his eyes and turning away.

“Haha.... Just kidding... go ahead...”

You turn over in bed, now staring at your ceiling. You recall the previous events of your day that has led up to this exact moment of internal self LOATHING.

earlier...

“Soonyoung, can you come look at this?” You call from the floor of the dance studio, he turns and jogs on over you after telling Jun and Minghao to wait a minute. Minghao stares at you and you glance down at the IPad right away. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.

“What’s up?” Soonyoung asks as he plops down beside you, back against the mirrors. You show him the competition list, and he lets out a sigh. “God.” He mutters, turning off the IPad and pushing it to the side.

“Guys, we’re competing against Mayhem.” Soonyoung announces to the group and almost everyone groans. Well, pretty much everyone except Wheein. She ends up choking on her water mid-sip and leaves the studio in a coughing fit.

“Literally why. I swear, they have something against us. Not even kidding, they literally wanna eat our ASS!” Jun yells and Minghao pats him on the back. You put your head into your hands, closing your eyes as you realize how much harder Soonyoung and Chan are gonna push the group to make sure we get another win.

So basically Mayhem are your biggest competitor, but they have a vengeance against your group specifically. You’re not sure whether it was because of the time you accidentally walked in on one of their lead dancers using the restroom because she didn’t lock the door, or the time Chan ate the last chocolate donut in the rehearsal room. Either way, they’ve made it their ultimate life goal to beat you guys in every competition.

Too bad they haven’t been able to do that.

“As long as we work harder, it’ll all work out in the end. Everyone, get in formations.” Soonyoung announces, clapping his hands. Everyone makes their way to the middle of the dance studio, but you sit there and pout.

“Y/N, c’mere.” Chan calls over, shooting you one of his dazzling smiles and making a grabby hand towards you. You sigh, unable to say no to one of the cutest men alive.

Guess I'll die.

“Y/N, hit that move harder! Good!” Soonyoung yells as he watches you practice in the mirror. You feel your cheeks get warm after he calls you out in front of the rest of the team.

In fact, you were so embarrassed by the constructive criticism that when it was time to change the formation you accidentally tripped over Minghao’s foot, aka the foot of the guy you’ve had a crush on for the past two years haha !

This causes you to fall forward, about to plummet your face into the hardwood floor, only for Minghao to quickly step forward and wrap his arm around your waist, spinning you around, basically saving you from a lot of physical pain. It was, indeed, one of the biggest cliches you’ve ever been through in your 21 years of living, but did that stop your heart from beating out of your chest when you were looking into Minghao’s eyes? No. :D.

“Are you okay?” He asks breathlessly and you try to find your voice so that you can answer and not look like a buffoon. Alas, you cannot escape from who you truly are. A buffoon. You end up squeaking out a “yes.” and twirl yourself out of his grasp, only to trip over your own two feet so he reaches out and steadies you once again.

“Welcome back.” Minghao jokes at the fact that you’re in his grasp once again and you squeak once more, jumping away from him.

It’s only then that you realize the rest of the team is just gawking at you two. Well, except the rest of the A4. Their facial expressions range between a look of surprise and mischief. Minghao begins to take notice of the silence in the room and ends up coughing into his arm to break it. Everyone starts acting normal to avoid getting on Minghao’s bad side.

“Well.. let’s run it from the top shall we?” Chan says as he casts a smirk in your direction. You stick your tongue out at him and he chuckles, heading over to restart the song. You glance up into the mirror and notice Minghao’s eyes on you, and he gives you a sly grin.

Oh good god.

present

“So.. what you’re telling me is that you not only embarrassed yourself in front of your dance team, but also in front of the guy you’ve been pining after for the past what, year?” Seungcheol asks. You nod your head slowly, and he has half the mind to giggle slightly.

“Motherfucker why are you LAUGHING at my MISFORTUNE!!” You yell, throwing your pillow at his face. Seungcheol dodges the pillow while laughing at your outburst.

Frowning you mutter in tiny font, “It’s actually been two years.”

“I have an idea.” You glance up at Seungcheol with a slight hopeful expression on your face.

“What if... you just talk to him?!” You are now frowning at Seungcheol.

“Are you crazy? After our four years of friendship you think I’m going to talk to the person I’m secretly in love with?! Absolutely insane, love. That would never work anyways, I’ll just admire him from a distance like I usually do.” You explain, sitting up in bed.

Seungcheol stares at you for a moment. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you pout down at your folded hands. Your hair is a mess from slamming your head down onto your pillow for at least ten minutes. You may have passed out for a minute due to that but that’s a secret we’ll never tell. He cocks his head to the side, now thinking about how dumb you are. What you apparently don’t know is that Seungcheol is close friends with A4. He’s heard Minghao complain about how shy he is towards you, and how he just wants “to hold her hand sometimes, maybe even a hug and kiss on the forehead. Perhaps even... a kiss on the lips.”

But I’ll just let her suffer. Seungcheol thinks to himself.

“Whatever you say y/n. I’m gonna start making some ramen myself now since you seem to not wanna get out of bed. Came over for us to have a ramen bonding study session only for it to end up with you being stubborn and threatening to murder me with a hanger. I hate it here. This is Seungcheolphobic.” Seungcheol complains under his breath as he gets up and steps out of your bedroom. You glare at his back, laying back down so that you’re once again staring up at your white ceiling. You grab your white pillow beside you and hold it up, imagining that it’s Minghao.

“Hi. My name’s Minghao, I have nice black hair with pretty brown eyes and a beautiful smile. Not only am I tall, lean and fashionable, but I’m also a multi-talented man. I like to volunteer at the animal shelter for funsies and I have a part time job at a dance studio teaching little kids how to dance. Fuck YOU Minghao. Perfect ass bitch. Literally being my dream man I HATE it here.” You mutter to yourself as you glare at your pillow you’re holding above you.

You scoff, throwing the pillow onto the floor and turning over in bed, now staring out the window. The scent of ramen goes through your nose and you find your tummy beginning to rumble. You hear a new sizzle as you assume Seungcheol is making you both eggs. You sigh, getting up from bed.

“Wallow in self pity later. Have fun with your bestie now.”

“Y/N!” You glance up from your phone to see Chan standing in front of you with a knowing smile that has you feeling a bit nervous. “What...”

“So the incident that happened on Monday-”

“Oh hell no! We aren’t talking about this.” You shut him down real quick, standing up to walk to the other side of the practice room. Chan giggles and reaches out to grab your arm, stopping you from running away to safety.

“Channie! I don’t wanna talk about it please!” You whine and he laughs even more, patting your shoulder to calm you down.

“Alright, alright. I just wanted to let you know that Soonyoung and I have to go to a seminar tonight so we won’t be able to help you later with the choreo.” He tells you regretfully and you raise an eyebrow, heartbeat quickening a bit.

“Then why are you here? Who’s gonna teach me-”

“Chan?” You pause as you hear that familiar voice.

Oh... my god....

“Hi Minghao, I’m just letting Y/N know that you’ll be helping her out tonight since Soonnie and I are busy.” Chan says, and flashes you a sly smile. You almost reach out and choke him but he pulls away.

“Have fun y/n!” He sings and walks out the door, leaving you and... him alone. You glance up at Minghao as he sets down his bag, taking his hat off along with it. Your eyes widen once he looks over at you and you glance down.

“How often do you do these late night practices with Soonyoung and Chan?” He asks, taking off his windbreaker as well and you feel yourself break out into a sweat.

“Um, every week. Soonyoung started helping me once he walked in at like 2 am only to find me practicing for our first showcase in freshman year. It’s been our thing since then, Chan joined in on our late night practices when he was a freshman as well.” You explain, putting your hair up into a low ponytail. He nods with a satisfied look on his face, heading over to plug his phone into the aux.

“What are you struggling on? Is it the part before the change in formation?” Minghao asks and you almost throw yourself off a cliff once the vision of Minghao holding you from last week pops into your mind. He turns to look at you once he notices how you’ve become silent, “I just thought because of what happened on Monday that you were struggling with that-”

“No, no I totally understand why. By the way, I’m so sorry for uh.. falling... on you...” You mutter quietly and he shakes his head, waving his hand as if to say, no biggie!

“But yeah, that one is kind of hard because the formation change is one that we don’t do often, ya know?” You answer and he nods. “Yeah I totally get that, don’t worry.” He responds and you find yourself staring at his black hair, which now covers his eyes a bit.

He’s the only guy who can make a mullet look good, you think to yourself. He glances up at you and gestures for you to go to the middle of the dance floor, to which you comply.

“Alright, so let me play the part right before the formation changes so that I can see you do it. Then we can work on what I see you struggling on and fix it.” You nod. It didn’t hit you until now that the guy you’ve been pining over is going to watch you dance by yourself, analyzing your every move to see what mistake you’d make. Now that it’s hit you, you think you’re gonna shit yourself.

Minghao gives you a thumbs up in the mirror and starts the music. Once you notice the part coming you glance up in the mirror, feeling your stage persona take over and the nerves ease away. Minghao watches you turn from the shy, timid person he knows, to a confident and talented woman as you dance. The change has him in awe as he watches you wink in the mirror when you hit a move nicely. He sees you fumble a bit shortly after before catching yourself, continuing to perform as if it never occurred. He pauses the music once you go to your spot in the formation, and you catch your breath.

“You’re really fantastic at what you do, I could see your stage presence come out and it was really uh, attractive, to see. I noticed the technicality error, and it’s really small so don’t worry. I’ll just run through it with you.” Minghao explains and you nod, feeling your face heat up when he compliments you. What you don’t notice is that Minghao’s full on blushing right now from his slip up, but he turns away before you can take notice of it.

“So you need to watch your footing here, because you fumbled a bit during this part,” Minghao performs the specific move where your feet cross over before going into a spin. His movements are similar to water, usually so soft and gentle but later become sharp, similar to an ocean wave crashing onto the shore.

“Try that.” He tells you after he specifies what made you slip up and you nod. Getting into position, you redo what he did and he smiles, clapping his hands.

“Nice! Okay now,” He does the small body roll and you bite the inside of your cheek, cursing to yourself. You stare at his face, noticing the small furrow to his brow as he puffs up his chest for the next move. Minghao glances up into your eyes as he does this and pauses. Warmth floods your face as he seemingly stops teaching you. She’s so pretty, Minghao thinks to himself as he watches you for a moment. He runs a hand through his hair, breaking the eye contact as he glances down at the shiny wood floor.

“Is there something on my face?” He mutters and you break out of your spell, shaking your head profusely.

“No! No, sorry I just...” You panic, fingers fumbling together as you try and come up with a response that doesn’t mention how handsome he is and how much you wanna run your fingers through his hair.

“You just what?” Minghao asks, cocking his head to the side as he watches you internally freak the fuck out.

“I just... I really think you’re an amazing dancer and you’re really handsome but it’s so much more than that. You’re so passionate and good at what you do, but I’m really intimidated by you and I’ve been crushingonyouforyears so being in a room alone with you is really nerve-wracking.” You quickly explain. He freezes, staring at you with wide eyes. You also quite literally pause.

CUT THE CAMERAS...

DEADASS!!! Did I DEADASS JUST CONFESS IN A FIT OF NERVOUSNESS!!

“I... am so sorry. I’m going to go. You don’t have to like me back, I’m so sorry!” You apologize profusely, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you start to back up towards your bag. He reaches out and gently takes a hold of your wrist, pulling you to him in a hug. You freeze in his embrace, and he nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Don’t go. I like you too, y/n.” He mutters quietly.

And this. This is when you start sobbing.

You fall to your knees, covering your face with your hands as you ugly sob right in front of the guy who you no longer have to pine after. He’s staring at you helplessly as you cry into your hands about the fact that you thought your crush was hopeless for years, and how you never expected this to happen.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’ve been really e-emotionally unstable, hiccup, recently for no reason. This is like, the best day of my, hiccup, life.” You explain through your tears and Minghao lets out one of his cute little giggles that sends you over the edge once again. You let out a loud sob and he giggles again, pulling you to him in a hug and rubbing small circles on your back.

“That’s okay, we can keep it a secret from everyone that you sobbed after I confessed to you.” He tells you soothingly and you hit his arm softly, making him chuckle at you.

“How are you so calm right now?” You complain, pulling back regretfully f rom the hug and looking up at him with tear tracks running down your face, along with a bit of snot. How cute, he thinks to himself. He reaches over to his bag from the floor and grabs his towel, wiping away your snot and tears.

“I’m quite literally shitting bricks right now from happiness, but I’m just not showing it because I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” Minghao explains and you bite the inside of your cheek. You glance back up at him and he gives you a small smile, reaching up and patting your head.

“You wanna get back to the choreo?” He asks you and you shrug, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. Crying made you tired.

“Can we just hug for a bit more?” You ask and he smiles, pulling you back into his warm embrace. You sigh contentedly, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. You both stay like that for a while, letting the recent events settle into your thrumming hearts.

“Does this mean we’re... boyfriend and girlfriend...” (👉👈) Minghao asks shyly, breaking the comfortable silence. Giggling, you reply, “I believe so Minghao.”

He squeezes you even tighter, nuzzling his head further into the crook of your neck.

“Good.”

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lilfellasblog · 3 years

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Devil’s Nectar

Summary: What happens to Thomas and the Sides when the stressed out, responsible man drinks wine after Putting Others First? Hint: it involves humor and character development.

This is my first fix-it fic, and it comes at the request of @heavy-metal-papillon, who came up with the premise of the fic! I hope you enjoy this!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: very light angst, like almost no angst, fairly heavy drinking, drunkeness, and a bit of social awkwardness.

Word count: 1469

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Ughhhhhhh, why’d they have to be nice? Why couldn’t they be rude? That would be so much easier! Wait, shit, no it wouldn’t what the fuck is wrong with me?! No, it’s okay, bad thoughts don’t mean I’m a bad person.

Thomas took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face. Guess I’m not the only one having a crisis. Shit, poor Roman, poor… everyone.

He turned idea after idea over in his mind, trying to figure out how to repair the relationships between his Sides. He was realizing more and more how very little he actually knew about them. He could see why Roman would be upset, hell, Thomas figured he himself would be pretty pissed off. And Virgil, Janus, and Remus had a history, and it didn’t seem very positive.

Thomas took a break from his thoughts to ground himself. Looking around the room, his eyes landed on the video lights.

I just released a video, I should be good for a while. No meetings tomorrow, everyone’s getting a break… fuck it.

He pushed himself up from the couch, walked over to the cabinets, opened them, and realized he had no wine glasses left. He felt Logan looking over his glasses at him.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Thomas muttered. He grabbed his largest coffee mug, opened a cheap bottle of wine, and filled his mug. He downed half of it in one go, coughing a bit at the end. He refilled his mug, grabbed the rest of the bottle, and flopped onto the couch. A noir film, Lost Highway, caught his attention. He was sold when he saw it had Bill Pullman in it.

He drank mindlessly, until the movie was almost done and he went to pour himself another mug of wine, when no more wine came out of the bottle. Thomas frowned.

I don’t even feel tipsy, is this wine company ripping people off? He stood, or at least tried to, but fell back on the couch.

Oh shit. Guess they’re not ripping people off.

Thomas leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the couch, only for Virgil to appear.

“You good?” Virgil slurred.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “You good?”

Virgil swayed, said “No,”, and fell onto the couch, face on the top of the cushion. Thomas sighed deeply and patted his head, earning him a hiss.

“You’re drunk, I gotta protect you.”

“And you’re doing awesome. I’m not injured.”

“Dope.”

Thomas chuckled. “Didn’t realize I was drinking that much.”

“And you’re a lightweight,” Virgil added, voice muffled.

“Whatever, you’re worse off than I am,” Thomas teased.

“I’m your autono- autota- automor- I’m your breathing brain stuff, I’m gonna get more affected.”

“‘Breathing brain stuff’?”

“Shut up.”

Thomas laughed heartily.

“I believe what Virgil was trying to say is ‘autonomic nervous system’.”

Virgil snapped and finger-gunned at Logan. Thomas and Logan got Virgil situated so his head was laying on Thomas’ lap, and in less than a minute he was passed out. Logan kept infodumping as he got a blanket and glass of water for Virgil.

“...ethanol is broken down in many steps, most notably in the liver, where it is broken down into acetaldehyde via interaction with alcohol dehydrogenase. Acetaldehyde is extremely toxic and a powerful carcinogen, but it’s usually quickly metabolized into acetate, and then turned into water and carbon dioxide in places besides the liver. Acetate has many industrial uses, and is the base for many more complex molecules...”

Thomas nodded and made sounds at what he hoped were appropriate intervals, alcohol causing him to lose track of the conversation frequently.

“‘TIS I, YOUR CREATIVITY!!!”

Thomas and Virgil both jumped, although Virgil settled quickly, not fully regaining consciousness.

“Do not wake the Virgil,” Logan warned.

Roman waved carelessly, and the next moment Virgil had thick headphones on.

“There! Now our emo won’t hear a thing!” Roman declared. “Who wants to sing karaoke?”

Thomas looked down at Virgil, who was sleeping soundly. “Sure, why not.”

“Wonderful!” Roman summoned a speaker, microphone, and lyric display. “I’ll begin! Celine Dion, what do you have in store for us tonight?!”

“Celine Dion?!” Patton said excitedly, rising up next to the couch. “Oh Roman, you’re always such a good singer!” his voice cracked as he started getting choked up. He brought his fists up to his face and whispered, “You truly have a gift.”

“Well of course I do!” Roman said as the opening strains to My Heart Will Go On. Patton sat down next to Logan, moved to tears by Roman’s performance. Logan gave him a tissue and awkwardly patted his back while spouting facts, more quietly now that Roman was taking the spotlight.

A few more songs later, and Patton had settled against Logan, who was starting to drift off. Thomas had cracked open another bottle of wine to keep his buzz, and Roman was living for the attention.

“Thank you, thank you! What shall I sing next?”

“How about Evil Night Together?”

Roman jumped and looked at Janus warily. “I do quite enjoy that song, I know how it goes of course, but it’s been a while since I’ve sang it.”

Janus twirled his hand, and a sparkly yellow and black microphone appeared in his hand. “I can accompany you, if you’d like?”

Roman was still watching him from out of the corner of his eye. “Accompany?”

Janus nodded his head, looking Roman head-on. “Yes, accompany. It’s your turn to take center stage.”

Roman was still for a moment, before nodding and sending Janus a small smile. “Right then. Shall we?”

The opening strains played, sultry chords moving through the air.

“I'll hold your hand while they drag the river

“I'll cuddle you in the undertow

“I'll keep my hand on your trigger finger

“I'll take you down where the train tracks go

“Let's wile away the hours

“Let's spend an evil night together”

Patton was watching them, transfixed. Logan had fully passed out, lightly snoring with his head leaning against the back of the couch. Roman started singing less confidently, and Patton gasped in shock.

Janus took over, switching to sing the first part while Roman took the harmony.

“Who's gonna make you a hero

“Who's gonna blow you away

“Who's gonna make you a hero

“Hold it right there

“It's a multiple down in solitary

“And you'll uncover the evidence

“Shanghaied by a fishnet stocking

“I'll hold you close while they dust for prints.”

Roman looked at Janus, surprised. Janus met Roman’s gaze, earnest and vulnerable. Roman straightened his back, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“No need for cake or flowers

“Let's spend an evil night together.”

The song died down, and Roman grinned, offering his hand. Janus took his silently, and they shared a firm handshake while Patton squealed.

“I’m so happy for you two!!”

Roman puffed out his chest. “Glad you are, padre!”

Patton bounced in his seat. “Let me get Logan settled, and then let’s dance!!”

He got Logan a blanket and a glass of water to match Virgil’s while Roman and Janus set up an elaborate dance floor.

“Will you be joining us, Thomas?”

Thomas affectionately patted Virgil’s shoulder. “Nah, I’m a pillow right now, and I think I’m too drunk to dance anyways.”

“Fair enough! Let’s dance bitches!” Roman exclaimed as he snapped. Disco lights came on, and Patton joined the two other Sides on the dance floor.

“Do you remember

“The very first night of September,”

Roman lifted Patton by the waist and spun him, Patton and Thomas laughing. The songs cycled through, the Sides never losing energy, until a slow song came on.

Roman was panting. “I should sit this one out, I need to hydrate!” Roman sat on the couch next to Logan, closed his eyes, and immediately began snoring loudly.

Patton giggled quietly. Janus moved to stand in front of Patton.

“Patton, may I have this dance?”

Patton bit his lip. “You sure? I’m no good at dancing.”

“That’s quite alright, I can lead.”

Patton smiled meaningfully. “As long as you lead, we should be good.”

Janus swallowed to hide how choked up he was getting. “Very well.”

Thomas watched as the two new friends danced slowly, Patton giggling and looking down nervously, and Janus carefully leading him through simple steps. The song wound down, and Janus waved the scene away.

“I think it’s time to get some sleep, what do you think?” Patton asked.

Janus just nodded over towards Thomas, who had joined the other Sides in sleep. Patton smiled.

“Good point. I’ll… see you later, Janus?”

Janus smiled, unguarded. “Yes, you will.”

The next morning, everyone was hungover, and Roman, Virgil, and Thomas barely remembered a thing, but they didn’t miss how much more comfortable Patton and Janus seemed around each other.

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thinkinghq · 4 years

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THE WHOLE ASS NSFW ALPHABET FOR KOGANEGAWA KANJI YESS SIR<3

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

♡EXHAUSTED

♡ usually falls in the positions he is in and lays there a bit catching his breath

♡after a few minutes he gets up and get babywipes cleans up and cuddles with you If you wanna talk about something he talk with you till you guys fall asleep (he didnt know that in the begging tho so he taught ur supposed too fall asleep after sex so when u tell him if you could get something to wipe he stands up and runs but naked around the house Idk why he panicked)

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

♡he loves everything about you

♡but he has a body part that he especially likes it changes(its the body part you make him cum tge most at the moment breast, tights ...)

♡if you tell him you love his dick his favorite body part is his dick if you tell him you love his hands his favorite body part is hands

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

♡thicccccc he cums a lot

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

♡When he had a crush on you he always imagined having sex with you. He felt shameful afterwards tho and couldn't look in your eyes the next day.

♡One of his first sexual encounters where when he was surfing in the internet on the family computer secretly late night and saw pop up porn and made him feel some way. He was terrified for weeks.

♡Once walked in middle school into the girls changing room and saw a girl only with underwear he was shook and couldn't move what lead many girl to believe he was a pervert. Girls didn't talk to him at all since then.

♡ jerks of with your panties

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

♡ zero he just a too nervous virgin who is too excited to talk to people

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

♡ loves everything where he can see your breast shake

♡ positions where you in control

♡or where he just can jackhammers into you

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

♡giggles when he hears a queef "👀okaaayy farty" "😐"

♡or says oh wopsi when he slips out of you

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

♡ he thinks it look weird whiteout Hair but at the same time hates it when the hair is to long so he keeps it trimmed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

♡ for some nights it's all giggle and fun for him on others when he or you is emotional he tells you how much he loves you and needs you 100 times

J = Jack Off (Masturba)tion headcanon)

♡ everyday multiple times

♡after school, when he showers, before he falls asleep and on the weekend he cant say no to a morning wood

♡he usually hasn't a porn preference (yes he jerks to everything) but has a weakness for amateur porn with a cute female in it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

♡ Anal, face sitting, mutual masturbation, facials and edging

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

♡ in bed (pls don't try to fuck him in the shower he slips always around like a shampoo bottle)

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

♡ if you look him into his eyes too long he gets hard but he loves thighs so if you want him wear a skirt <3

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

♡when ur not sure about sex then he won't touch you he could never do it If ur not 100% sure so you need to tell him that 100% confidently you want sex

♡honestly everything that's "dark" for him like knife play, choking (the only chocking he does is hold ur neck and add no pressure to it but he likes it with a little pressure on him) and tortured

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

♡honestly the first time he goes down on you he licked it like a dog (I hc him with a big tongue ok💀)

Like super messy licks on ur entire pussy. But he actually waits for you to tell him what he should do so if you tell him to suck on ur clit a little he does on command he likes it if you tell him what to do till he knows you like a open book and uses ur weak spots to make u cum as fast as he can.

♡CEO of buckling his hips into ur throat on accident cant help himself honestly. He comes pretty fast with oral if you look into his eyes and he is so messy with it pulls out midway when he cums and has half of it in ur mouth half of it on ur face. HEEEEE LOVVEESS a messy blowjob drool teary eyes and moans the moans are the most important part for him cause the vibrations feel good to him

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

♡ in the begging always super slow so you adjust to him in the middle he has a middle fast pace but his hips buckle a lot and ruin the pace and before he cums he goes faster it doesn't matter what position he is he hold ur hips and fucks you fast his hips dont buck when he is fast also he only slows down if you tell him to.(king of respecting boundaries)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

♡ he is down when ever you want to he could fuck you 20 times a day even if his dick feels like it's about to fall of he still fucks you <3

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

♡he actually forgets to put a condom on a lot if you dont tell him he notice it 2 minutes in to sex and ask himself "hmmmmm why does it feel so good" and than he panics and is scared you might and up pregnant but then he is like "actually I want to have a family with y/n fuck it I drop out of school and take care of her and our kid" "😐 pls stop dreaming so much and put on a condom now"

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

♡ he can keep fucking u after he cums he just cums again ...(loves being overstimulated)

♡ max. 2 times in one go but if you give a break in between probably 4 times ...

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

♡ TOYS DRIVE HIM CRAZY

♡ he loves vibrator on you drive him crazy how fast you cum when you use one in ur clit while he fucks you

♡ PLS PEG HIM HNGGGGG <3 HE IS A HIMBO WHO WANTS TO GET PEGGED

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease at all but if you tease him or edge him.... he end up being s whimpering mess

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

♡he lowkey load says how good it feels and his moans ughhhhhhh<3

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

♡put a leash on him and train him <3

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

♡ About 17cm

♡ he has the most girth in the middle

♡ has lot of veins on the underside

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

♡ Pretty high but waits till you invent things he just doesn't wanna seen as a horny monster by you

♡ When he first discovered masturbating he did it every day always after school that's the reason of his sex drive

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

♡He wraps his long arms around you and falls super fast asleep ... sometimes inside you still

#koganegawa kanji smut #koganegwa smut #kogane smut #koganegawa kanji

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once-upon-an-animation · 4 years

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Frozen II (Spoilery) Review

So I went and saw Frozen in theatres last night, and... I like it, but I was somewhat disappointed. Not sure if that was because I spoiled most of the movie for myself already before going in, but then again, most of the stuff I was disappointed with was writing issues as opposed to feeling underwhelmed, so meh. Here goes:

The Good:

- I actually really like most of the sound track. AIF, STNC, ITU, & SY were instant faves and are on repeat. TNRT isn’t really a fun song to listen to, but the lyrics are pretty powerful.

- The premise of F2. One of my complaints about F1 was the lack of lore and explanation for any of the magic. I’m glad that this film took an origin-story approach, and dove deeper into the world of magic in Arendelle. Much-needed.

- The outfits. Elsa’s new fit at the end of the movie was absolutely gorgeous, and I really like her with her hair down. Anna’s travelling outfit (with the cape) is my favourite, and I think I’m the only one who really likes her coronation dress (at least the colours anyway). But I think I do prefer some of her coronation dress concepts from The Art of Frozen:

- Matthias is a treasure. Enough said.

- Olaf’s death scene. Wow.

- Iduna’s lullaby being a theme for the movie was awesome. It’s somewhat haunting, but also inviting.

- The animation was stunning. The color scheme for the movie worked really nicely, and Show Yourself was easily one of the prettiest animation scenes I’ve scene in a while. Especially when Ahtohallan revealed the memories in a drop of snow; absoluting breathtaking.

- For all the bitching that everyone did prior to the film, the separation wasn’t even that bad. Everyone seemed pretty chill about the whole thing, and no one looked like they were heart broken. Y’all definitely stressed yourselves out for nothing.

The Bad:

- F2 had this weird thing going on where there was no real plot, but also, a lot was happening in every scene. I think Jen and the rest of the team overextended themselves with the backstory of Arendelle, Northuldra, the spirits, Iduna, Agnarr, Elsa, Ahtohallan, character arcs, etc. so everything felt so convoluted. They could have definitely simplified some things so it was easier to follow, tied certain aspects together, or at least get rid of the B-plots so the main story could get more attention.

- Because of how much they had to cram in, the pacing was far too quick. They were skipping important transitions and jumping from scene to scene, and they didn’t allow enough time for some of the events and dialogue to flesh themselves out and settle into the story. Slow-down scenes are very important for a movie to feel like comfortable and evenly-paced, and F2 not only didn’t have enough of those, but when they did, they rushed through it and moved on to a new idea too quickly. It was like they were desperate to keep spoon-feeding us information.

- Speaking of spoon-feeding info, waaaaaay too much of the dialogue was expositional. Most of the interactions only served to explain what was happening either to the audience or to other characters, and they didn’t feel like the natural and relaxed dialogues that were present in F1. The writing team really disobeyed the “show, don’t tell” rule in this movie, and it was very apparent.

- One of my biggest complaints about F1 was Elsa’s lack of personality outside of her magic (and Elsa feeling more like a plot device), and it looks like the writers didn’t bother to fix that in F2. While I understand that depression and anxiety can be that overwhelming, it doesn’t work for Elsa as a fictional character to not have any shining aspects of her character outside of the issues she has with her magic. Is she funny? Is she sarcastic? What does she like to talk about on a regular basis? Is she really passionate about art or music? Does she practice an instrument or draw in her spare time? What does she like to crack jokes about? Who are her friends and what do they do when they hang out? It seems like Elsa’s magic defines every aspect of her and I don’t like that. She needs to have stronger characterization. I feel like no one at Disney really knows how to write her as a complex, dynamic, and fluid person outside of her powers.

- Everybody’s character arc sucked and/or didn’t exist. Almost no one grew fundamentally, and if they did, their arc was written so poorly and better resembled a scatter-plot. Elsa started and ended the movie acting the same way. There’s no significant difference in her personality or the way she interacts with anyone or her view on the world. Olaf....???? His “some things change” arc was just weird all around. Anna did grow as far as her constantly trying to watch over Elsa, but her queenship should have had an arc too. While I like Anna as queen, it felt random, and really lacked build-up and foreshadowing. It also didn’t help that the scene where she and Elsa talked about making her queen didn’t exist. Again, skipping important transitions. And Kristoff...oh sweet Kristoff...

- I don’t ship Kristanna, but I’m not anti-Kristanna or anti-Kristoff either. I don’t mind their relationship at all. But this proposal plot was not it. Not only was it incredibly poor timing, but why did the writers think that was the best they could do with Kristoff? You have a reindeer ice man going from living in a mountain to being a part of the royal family, and proposing was the best challenge you could think of? How about the ups and downs of adjusting to royal life? Where is my Kristoff feeling out of place in the family because he’s awkward at balls, uncomfortable in stuffy clothing, getting nervous about greeting royal dignitaries, wanting to give commands to soldiers but not sure if it’s his place, wanting to contribute more to Arendelle but not knowing what to do, feeling like he’s not a good fit? Where is his sense of growth as he realizes that he doesn’t have to change who he is at heart to fit in to the royal family, and that he does have a place in Arendelle and in Anna’s life? Where is his growth in getting comfortable with royal life? This was such an easy option, come on!

- Lost in the Woods is a good stand alone song, but it should have been written differently for the film. It really kills the mood of the film and doesn’t vibe with the setting, and while the animation is hilarious, it also makes Kristoff look kind of silly. I loathe the Lopezes for always opting for poppy/rock showtunes, and not writing melodies and instrumentals that actually work for Frozen’s time setting. I don’t think they understand how much some of their songs really draw people out of the film. When I’m Older is also a pointless song. You can tell that its only in there for shits and giggles so Olaf would have something to sing.They should have had him sing while he was dying or something.

- Not enough of the supporting characters. What’s the point of adding Matthias or a whole tribe with Yelana, Honeymaren, and Ryder if you’re not going to do anything with them fundamentally?

- Not enough Agnarr and Iduna. I actually found Iduna’s arc to be far more interesting than any of the main characters, and yet, they didn’t give enough screen time for her backstory. Ughhhhhhh.

- Too many callbacks to F1. Some of them were cute, but the rest were super corny, completely unnecessary, and just a nod to the fandom. If you’re going to do a callback, it’s best done in a way that’s actually relevant to the story.

- I would mind the separation even less if Elsa’s reason for staying in the forest wasn’t soooooo unclear. Why did she need to stay? Who assigned her the role of protector? What is she protecting against? Who currently cares about threatening the spirits?

- Arendelle should have gotten destroyed period. Not only is Elsa conveniently getting unfrozen, saved by the Nokk, and arriving at Arendelle all in time to stop the flood with an ice wall so incredibly predictable and cliche, but it would have also fit into the “some things do change” theme that they kept literally stating. Also, Kristoff likely being good with carpentry could have really shined here in helping Arendellians rebuild, and if he had the arc I explained before, then this would have been his moment of finding his place. Genius, isn’t it?

- With all the lore they added, they still didn’t explain the trolls OR Kristoff’s backstory. What is their place in this story? How come Grand Pabbie knew nothing of the spirits or the dam story, or the Northuldra? Where the heck is Kristoff from? How come Runeard never tried to destroy the trolls?

- Iduna just said “Anna who?” huh? No acknowledgement for her other daughter whatsoever.

- This movie felt more like an expansion than a necessary story.

- Okay, I’m done.

#frozen 2 #frozen 2 spoilers #frozen 2 review #frozen2spoilers #anna #elsa #olaf #kristoff

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Can you do a fic where Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan get stuck overnight on an ice planet and the cold really bothers Anakin, so Obi-Wan and Ahsoka have to take care of him and keep him warm enough so he doesn’t end up with hypothermia.

Obi-Wan coughs. He is lying on his back, unsure of where he is.

His arms and feet and face are tingling, too warm and too cold at the same time.

“Anakin!” he bites out through uncooperative lips. He tries to sit up. Anakin is in trouble, he was supposed to stay awake, and—

“Stay down, General.” Hands pin him to the medical cot.

Stay awake, stay awake.

He doesn’t remember why, but he knows that is important. “Is Anakin…?”

“Skywalker and Tano are right here. They’ll be alright soon, and so will you, sir.” Obi-Wan feels a sharp prick in his arm.

“You’re not Helix,” Obi-Wan mumbles to the medic. Stay awake, damn it, stay…

…

“No, no—shavit!” Anakin growls as the speeder dies and sinks down into the snow below them with a crunch.

Obi-Wan doesn’t reprimand him for such language in front of his padawan. Ahsoka doesn’t even giggle.

Anakin wraps a scarf over his mouth and nose before climbing out and throwing up the speeder’s hood. The fabric of his cloak whips around him like billowing silk, buffeted by the cruel wind driving pellets of snow and ice into his face.

“This is why I wanted the FR model,” Anakin grumbles to himself as he starts pulling wires up from the tangle of hardware. “But oh no, that sleemo just had to rent me this garbage.”

“Yeah, bad news, Master,” Anakin says as he sits back down in the driver’s seat. “We’ve burned right through the main repulsor. These pieces of druk weren’t meant to fly in this kind of weather.”

“I’m afraid comms are offline too,” says Obi-Wan, holding out his dead commlink.

There’s a long, painful silence in which each of them are weighing the various odds. They’re a few hundred miles out from the city, so the dignitaries they are meant to be meeting won’t even notice their lateness for at least a few hours.

And they have no way of calling for help, and practically no visibility in the onslaught of snow. Ahsoka frowns at her master and grandmaster in turn.

“Can you run the heat without the repulsor, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks, imposing an air of calm on the conversation.

Anakin slams the hood down and climbs back into the covered speeder.

He turns the ignition, and the heater whirrs to life.

Ahsoka sees Obi-Wan’s shoulders visibly sink with relief.

“Then we can wait out the storm,” he reasons. “When the snow lets up, we should be able to comm for help.”

…

“Anakin, let’s turn it off for a bit.”

“It’s like Ilum in here,” Anakin whines.

“You said that once on Geonosis,” Obi-Wan scoffs. He turns and leans his head against the leather seat. The first several hours hadn’t been unpleasant, if a bit cramped. The speeder didn’t allow them much space to get away from each other.

The storm rages on outside. The little speeder engine is doing its best, but the heater’s highest setting is only raising the air temperature to bearable at best.

“I did not,” Anakin snaps, rising to the bait. “Geonosis was appropriately temperate.”

“You have a very different definition of temperate from the rest of the universe,” Obi-Wan reminds him.

Anakin shivers, as if to make his point. “I’d rather be there than here.”

“Please, if we don’t ration the battery, it’ll die and the exhaust pipe is going to freeze and suffocate us. Is that what you want?”

Anakin groans.

Ahsoka shifts nervously. Usually their banter is in good fun, but both masters seem like the close quarters and frustration are wearing on their nerves.

“Turn off the heat, Anakin.”

“Five more minutes.”

…

Annoyance turns into fear like a stone dropping into deep water. The whirring of the engine petered to a halt. The speeder’s battery is dead.

Anakin’s eyes go wide. He moves to throw open the door, but Obi-Wan grabs his wrist.

“Anakin,” he says in warning. “You’ll let out the last of the warm air.”

“No,” Anakin whispers. They watch Anakin’s face as he thinks it over. There’s nothing left to run power to the heater. There’s nothing to be done.

“No,” he says again, more softly.

“They’ve got to be looking for us, right Master?” Ahsoka asked Obi-Wan. “We should have shown up hours ago. The Admiral had our itinerary. They’ll find us.”

“No, no, no,” Anakin was repeating to himself. Obi-Wan rubbed his shoulder.

“Ahsoka’s right,” Obi-Wan advised. “We will just have to sit tight. They will find us.”

Anakin clenches his fists on the steering wheel. Anakin knows how to separate the mind from physical discomforts. He can deal with a tremendous amount of pain, hunger thirst, but the cold is something that Anakin simply can’t tolerate. He never has, Jedi training be damned.

The comms are still down, and the bitter onslaught of snow and hail shows no signs of letting up.

There’s a first aid kit under the seat with a fire-resistant blanket. At Obi-Wan’s suggestion, Anakin climbs over the console into the backseat to share it with Ahsoka. The duraplast windows are already starting to fog up. Obi-Wan shoves his hands into his sleeves.

…

“Ughhhhhhh,”

The whiny sound that escapes from Anakin looks like smoke in the frozen air. Ahsoka sighs, and sees her own breath.

Obi-Wan has joined them in the back seat now, sandwiching Anakin between himself and Ahsoka. Being the paler of the two humans, he already has splotches on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His knuckles are turning red, but he keeps rubbing Anakin’s shoulder. All three of them are pressed up close, sharing body heat. Anakin grumbles some more.

“We’re all cold, Skyguy,” Ahsoka allows the sharp remark to escape her, because she’s achy with the cold and Anakin’s complaining is constant. All three of them are shivering involuntarily.

“It probably won’t be much longer,” said Obi-Wan, placating.

He clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering and continues comforting Anakin, movements slow and steady. Ahsoka has no idea how he’s remained so patient with both of them.

Twilight haze was darkening the hills around them.

…

Night comes, and the heavy clouds block out the moonlight.

Or maybe it’s the layer of snow which has accumulated over the speeder. On some level, Obi-Wan worries that it’s going to bury them alive, but his head’s a little too fuzzy to assess the risk of that happening right now.

Anakin is the first one to stop shivering. His face has turned from bright red to pale and grey. He complains less, but somehow Obi-Wan and Ahsoka wish for the whining back.

Ahsoka’s fingertips are so frozen that it hurts to bend them.

“Gotta be,” Obi-Wan slurs. Ahsoka can’t tell if it’s because his lips are numb, or if he’s getting confused. “Soon, they gotta come soon.”

Ahsoka nods. Obi-Wan suddenly grabs her shoulder and shakes it. “You awake?”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. Everything feels slow, heavy. Sleep sounds warm and inviting.

“Anakin?”

Anakin offers no reply.

“Hey Anakin,” Obi-Wan mumbles. “Hey,”

Ahsoka snuggles tighter against Anakin’s body under the blanket. What little warmth they have left is precious.

Anakin finally groans in response to Obi-Wan’s rousing. His breathing is more labored than it should be.

“Stay ‘wake,” Obi-Wan insists. He gives up his corner of the blanket, tucking it around Anakin, who doesn’t seem to notice.

“You stay awake too,” Ahsoka whispers hoarsely.

“I’m worried ‘bout him.”

“Me too,” Ahsoka mumbles through a yawn.

They cannot succumb, they are afraid that help will not come and they might not wake up. They need to keep each other alert. They cannot sleep, no matter the temptation.

The only one who isn’t on board with this plan seems to be Anakin. He has stopped trying to keep his eyes open.

“Stay awake,” Ahsoka and Obi-Wan mumble to each other until the words start to lose their meaning.

“Stay awake.”

They cannot.

…

“You’re not Helix,” she hears Obi-Wan’s voice slurring.

“No, sir,” says the medic, barely pausing his work. Ahsoka’s memories of the medevac ride start to come back to her. She is covered in electric blankets on a medical cot, and the fluids running into her arm through the IV line feel warm.

She manages to lean up on her elbows, and sees her master and grandmaster both passed out on adjacent cots.

“You stay down too, Commander,” the medic tells her. “You’re in luck, you haven’t got any frostbite.”

Stay awake. She remembers that much.

She rolls over to get a better view of Anakin’s cot. Some of the waxy paleness has left his face. But he’s unconscious, which is bad news. They have to stay awake.

“Skyguy? Master Anakin?”

“Let him rest, Commander,” the medic orders. “He seems to have gotten the worst of it. His temperature still hasn’t stabilized, but it’s alright, we’re keeping an eye on him.”

The medic pulls the blankets back up over her shoulder, and it’s weird to feel like she’s being tucked in like a youngling.

“Kenobi is recovering well too. I promise. Go back to sleep.”

Ahsoka doesn’t want to, but her heavy eyelids leave her no choice.

#shockingly i am not dead #anakin #obi-wan #ahsoka #hurt/comfort #hypothermia #protective obi-wan #anon #whump #tcw era #meg fills a prompt for once #mpost

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beetlebitchbruh · 5 years

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Besties ☺️

Best friends BJ!! 🥰

You are just sitting in your bed, relaxing and painting your nails.

You suddenly hear a knock on the door, its your parents "You should get out of the house!" One of them says. You ignore them and turn up your 'emo - y music' They just walk out, rolling their eyes.

You look over to a picture frame laying face down on your end table, you grab it and look at it, its with your bestie, Beetlejuice.

You met awhile back, while hanging with one of your older friends, Lydia, she always seemed comd to others but super nice and warm to you..then you realized while thinking about it

she was flirting

im not saying there's anything wrong with that but, you wished you had noticed earlier until she moved. "fuck.." you say softly.

Nowadays, the only friend that you actually had fun with was BJ. He would always get you into trouble, but he would also get you out of it.

He was like your partner in crime, but in a friend way. You loved that gremlin man to death.

Well you wanted to spice things up so, why not summon him? Hoping he isnt doing anything important you say, "Beetlejuice." You feel the temperature drop, its suddenly super cold. "Beetlejuice." You feel some presence next to you.

You shut your eyes closed and softly scream, "BEETLEJUICE!!"

You faintly hear "Its showtime"

Suddenly a tall, kinda chubby man is in front of you. You crash into him with a huge embrace. "Geez kid, guess you really missed me, huh?" He says in a joking manner while hugging you back. You break the embrace to look at him, he looks rough, like he just was in a fight and bleeding kind of rough.

"What happened?" You ask as you stomp your foot down. He looks at you with this stupid as if saying 'What do you mean?? I ALWAYS look like a mess!'

You sit him down on your bed and grab the first aid kit from your closet, you keep in there specifically for this rat of a guy.

You start by putting rubbing alcohol on his wounds, "Can i drink this?" He jokingly says. "Haha no Beej! its bad for you" You smile at his stupid remark.

Then you place band-aids on his face/neck wounds.

Then suddenly, your favorite song comes on. You stop what your doing and bop to it. BJ is smiling in a confused sorta way but he also bops his head along to the rhythm.

You seem him doing that and laugh, "What are you doing Beej????" You giggle, "Whatever the hell your doing y/n." He smiles his disgusting grin and goes back to boppin.

After that entire song, you get back to work on the garbage man.

"Finally!" You exclaim and you plop on the floor, BJ goes over to your TV and turns off the music "The hell old man!" You yell at him.

He turns to look at you but then goes back to fucking with your shit. "ughhhhhhh.." you groan. You get up and playfully push him and grab the remote.

"Can you pleaaaaseeee turn on Gravity Falls??" He whines. You roll your eyes and agree to watching his kiddy show. You let him sit on your bed once again and grav his hands.

"Oh god.." you look at his disgusting nails and grab your clippers and black nail polish. "..It is time for a makeover BJ, your nails are gross!" He rolls his eyes and nods his head as he watches the second episode of GF.

After that whole ordeal, your bed is a mess. Its filled with bugs and rats and nail stuff. You shoo that disgusting man off your bed and clean it up. You then look at his hair. "Ewwwww" You say. "What is it now, babes??" "Your..your" you make a fake gagging sound "HAIR!!" He groans and gets up "Yeah? Its my signature hair style, why?" He says i response.

"We are cleaning it." You say as you lead him to the bathroom. You begin to start a bath for his gross hair but then you hear, "Y/n!! Why are you taking a bath at 2 in the afternoon????" One of your parents says, "Uh i felt gross, duh!" You lie.

You dont hear a response so you assume they took it.

You lean BJ's head over the bathtub and begin to rinse it, you look at your hands "Oh god im gonna need gloves.." you get up and get some cleaning rubber gloves abd a brush you dont use anymore.

You begin to soak his hair in shampoo. All sorts of things come out like, mice, ants, a bird, and a hot wheels car. "Sorry babes i was savin that for later haha." He says as you take the car out.

You rinse his hair a brush through it, its so fucking tangled you hear it ripping from his scalp.

"Have you ever washed or at least brushed your hair Bj??" "Nope!"

Beetlejuice says.

You continue the journey of cleaning this mans hair. Next is the conditioner, you add that and rub it in. He moans. "What the actual fuck. Stop that." You laugh and smile as you say that.

Once again he smiles his toothy grin.

You wash it out after a few minutes and brush hi hair again. Theres no tangles, its great! Its so soft too. "Dont say i never did anything." You say as you stroke his hair.

He laughs "Ight babes," he smiles again. You look at his gross ass teeth. "Okayy next is this," You point at your own teeth which are cleaner then his but a farshot.

You hand him a toothbrush and toothpaste (which you had to put it on for him) he then starts to brush his teeth himself. Which you are kinda proud, you feel like a proud mom.

After hes done you make him floss too.

Then you sniff and just automatically give him some deodorant, he puts it on after you show him how to.

"Alright babes, how do i look?" You poses and smiles for you.

"Too clean.." you sigh and tell him "Go back to the Neitherworld and roll in some dirt, please" "b-but, " he stammers but you have already said his name three times.

Hes gone, its quiet. You smile and turn off GF and turn on your metal music again.

You are besties with a demon. But its fun.

#beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #Beetlejuice Besties #Not b**tleb*bes #beetlejuice x reader

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maybieawriter · 6 years

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Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things.

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

- skipping dinner -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

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Undone, Chapter 13 (Bitney/Courtney x Fame) - Stephanie/Veronica

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 13 of UNDONE, our slow burn Bitney lesbian AU. Here’s a link to the previous chapters.

Summary: Bianca makes Courtney an epic gown for Halloween, then finally joins her for Sunday Funday at The Abbey, where things get a little too real…(And Miss Fame has a bonus cameo.)

Thank you so much to our lovely beta readers: @kitschypixel , @sheofthethrone , @jillybean2314 <3

TW: This story deals with themes of emotional abuse, and since that can be subtle, we’re going to keep a general TW on all of the chapters, even when it seems like it doesn’t apply.

***

It’s probably not the best idea for Bianca to make Courtney’s Halloween costume - not with the mountains of work she has on her plate for the show. Because of course, she can’t bring herself to slap together something cheap and passable. She has to obsess over the design, worry about every detail, agonize over the fit, torture herself to make sure the finishing touches are all perfect.

The direction had been both very vague and very detailed, in typical Courtney fashion. ‘Sasha came up with the theme this year, and all she said was “inspired by your hometown.” And like, Brisbane is not inspiring so I was thinking something Sydney-ish? Maybe use the Opera House design? It doesn’t have to be literal though. Have fun with it! My other plan was just gonna be to dress as a koala so honestly, whatever you do...’

And when she pulls the gown out of the garment bag, seeing the delighted look on Courtney’s face makes it all worth it. She helps her try it on, relieved to see that it fits like a glove. She’d used the Opera House architecture as a structural element on the black corset top and headpiece.

“Well? What do you think?” Bianca steps back, turning Courtney towards the mirror so that she can see the full costume.

Courtney looks in the mirror, mouth agape, and Bianca feels a surge of pride.

“This is like...I can’t believe I’m gonna waste it on Halloween. I want to wear it to the Met Ball.”

“Are you going to the Met Ball?!” Bianca gasps, and Courtney giggles, shaking her head.

“No, of course not.”

Bianca lets out a disappointed sigh.

“In what world am I famous enough to attend the Met Ball?” Courtney laughs.

“I dunno...you know people.”

“Yeah, maybe in another life,” Courtney says. “But a Halloween party at Rasputin will have to do for now.”

Bianca places the headpiece carefully into a box and then walks over to help her out of the gown.

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” Courtney asks.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just can’t do a party in the middle of the week right now,” Bianca says.

“Alright, well, everyone will be bummed. They keep asking when you’re gonna hang out again.”

“Next time,” Bianca says.

“You always say that,” Courtney replies with a slight chuckle.

Bianca zips the dress into the garment bag as Courtney pulls on her shirt. She takes a deep breath, her to do list weighing heavily on her mind.

“And I always mean it...cunt,” she deadpans.

Her snarkiness is met with a gleeful giggle, Courtney lunging forward and capturing her into a hug. She smiles, gazing up at Bianca with an expression that makes her want to claw the curtains down. Bianca clears her throat and steps away.

“So...yeah, I hope the dress is what you wanted.”

“Are you kidding? I’m gonna blow everyone away. Adore is going as a pregnant chola and Shea’s planning to wear a hot dog on her head or something. I think Pearl’s just planning to wear her sluttiest bathing suit? There’s no prize, but I’m gonna win anyway.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Courtney stands for a moment, wanting to linger but knowing better.

“I guess I should get out of your hair now, huh?” Courtney asks, cradling the garment bag like a baby

“Yeah, I have a ton of sewing to do. For like, my actual job.” A guilty look flashes across Courtney’s face, and Bianca quickly adds. “Not that I minded taking a break from all that. It was, uh, fun to have creative license.” She follows Courtney to the door, trying to stop the dogs from jumping all over her.

“Okay, well...thank you, again. It’s so beautiful. You’re the best.”

“Yeah, I fucking know that,” Bianca retorts with a smirk, leaning against the door frame. “Now get outta here.”

Courtney giggles and tosses an air kiss over her shoulder, and Bianca’s cheeks hurt from smiling as she closes the door, when a moment of mild panic flashes through her. “A ton of sewing” had perhaps been an understatement. She heads back inside, realizing that she’s about to have a hell-ride of a weekend playing catch-up.

She works for the rest of the day, only getting up from her work table to brew more coffee, ignoring the ache in her back, the way her vision occasionally starts to blur. She barely even notices the sun going down as she hunches over the sewing machine, having finished almost a full rack of alterations for next week’s shoot. She glances longingly at a bolt of velvet meant for one of the finale costumes she’s designing, promising herself for a break to start draping as soon as she’s done with Linda’s pants.

Jared pushes open the door, saying, “Hey stranger…”

“Hi, when did you get home?” Bianca barely looks up, not wanting to fuck up the seam.

Jared rolls his eyes. “Like three hours ago?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, I see that. It’s almost nine, aren’t you hungry?” Jared asks.

“God, yes,” Bianca sighs.

“So, then maybe you should take a break…”

Bianca takes her foot off the pedal and looks up gratefully.

“...and make us some dinner?” Jared smirks.

Bianca scoffs and goes back to her seam, muttering, “Ha ha, fuck you.”

Jared’s smug expression goes sour as he spits out, “That was a joke!” and slams the door behind him.

Bianca sighs, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before getting up to chase after him.

“Jared, wait…”

She finds him in the kitchen, opening drawers and then slamming them shut, looking for something he can’t seem to find.

“I’m sorry.”

“Where the fuck is the corkscrew?” he demands.

Bianca walks forward to retrieve it and hands it to him, trying to get him to look at her.

“I’m sorry, please. I know you were kidding but I’m just...I’m just stressed.”

“Whatever.” He opens a bottle of wine and starts to pour a glass, now looking more wounded than angry.

Bianca leans against the counter, asking softly, “You gonna pour some for me, too?”

He takes out a second glass and pours, looking at her with those hurt puppy eyes. When she reaches for the glass, he grabs her wrist and pulls her forward, burying his face in her hair.

“I just...I don’t understand,” he says. “You took all that time to make the costume for your friend, and now you’re mad at me because you’re stressed, and it’s not fucking fair.”

“You’re right.”

“I fucking miss you when it gets like this, and you know that, and so-”

“I know, I know,” Bianca wraps her arms around him. “I’m sorry. Let’s order some dinner.” She feels his body start to relax against hers and closes her eyes in relief.

***

With less than a week left in the season, Bianca has never felt more exhausted in her life. She’s been working over 18 hours a day to finish the costumes for the finale episode, and keep up with her normal workload. More, if she counts all the hours she’s put in at home.

She thought that today, at least, would bring a tiny bit of relief, and end to this seemingly endless election, one less thing to stress about. Instead, she’s in some kind of surreal dystopia - how the fuck could that man be president? It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucking awful. She goes through her usual morning tasks, trying to gain some tiny semblance of normalcy. Hoping that the mundane, familiar checklist will soothe her frayed nerves.

The door bangs open, startling her out of her thoughts. Courtney stands at the top of the stairs, hair in a messy bun, eyes red. She looks like she’s been crying all night.

“Hey,” Bianca says, wishing there was something she could say to make it better.

Courtney nods, dropping her bag on the ground and walking towards Bianca, looking so small and lost that Bianca can’t help but wrap her into a hug. Courtney holds on tight and begins to cry, face buried in Bianca’s neck.

“I know,” Bianca whispers, her own eyes feeling misty.

“How did this happen?” Courtney sobs.

“I don’t know…” Bianca rocks her, trying not to think about how soft her hair feels against her cheek. How warm her breath is. Using a national tragedy as an excuse for affection...that’s a new low for her. She feels gross, and begins to loosen her grip.

Courtney pulls away, sniffling.

“Fuck.”

“Yep.”

She rubs her eyes, taking a shaky breath.

“I have to go to hair.”

“Right.” Bianca touches her cheek softly, brushing away a tear, unable to stop from letting her fingers linger just a split second too long. “See you in a bit.”

“Yeah. Okay...Alright, I’m going.”

***

The wrap party was a welcome, much needed night for everyone to blow off some steam. But it’s possible that the combination of exhaustion and alcohol was not the best idea, because Bianca awakens on Saturday to one of the worst hangovers of her life, head pounding, stomach in turmoil.

She rolls over, wondering if she has the strength to get up and walk to the bathroom or if she should just vomit into the trash can by her bed. She notices that Jared’s left her some water and Alka-seltzer and feels a wave of gratitude along with her nausea.

It’s two hours later when she manages to sit up all the way, checking her phone, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth when she sees the messages from Courtney.

COURTNEY: Happyyyyy Hiaaaaatus…

COURTNEY: (You’re alive, right?)

COURTNEY: (Please be alive)

BIANCA: Ughhhhhhh

BIANCA: What the fuck happened last night?

COURTNEY: Um, I think you were like, a TINY little bit blackout :)

BIANCA: You don’t say

BIANCA: Omg I’m never drinking again.

COURTNEY: Bummer. Cause I was gonna invite you to Sunday Funday at the Abbey tomorrow.

BIANCA: Sure

COURTNEY: REALLY??????

BIANCA: I promised you I’d come next time!

COURTNEY: I thought you were lying!!!

BIANCA: No, I was just slammed during the season. We’re on hiatus. Bring on the mimosas

COURTNEY: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

***

“B!” Courtney jumps up from her seat, racing over to the entrance to greet Bianca. Her eyes sweep over Bianca’s body, clad in a form-fitting sweater dress and tall boots, and she bites her lip, pulling her in for a tight hug.

“Hey,” Bianca says, a shiver running through her as Courtney takes her hand, leading her to their table.

“I honestly can’t believe you’re here,” she says, squeezing her fingers.

“I keep my promises,” Bianca replies, stomach doing a little somersault when Courtney tosses her a little smile.

When they’re almost at the table, Courtney leans in and murmurs, “I invited this cute couple I know so that you wouldn’t be the only straight person.”

“I’ve been to a gay bar before, Court,” says Bianca, rolling her eyes slightly.

“Ben! Jinkx! This is Bianca!”

“So now that your friend is here, are you gonna stop trying to steal my girlfriend?” Ben asks.

“Maybe,” Courtney says coyly, with a flutter of lashes.

“Hi, Bianca, nice to see you again.” Shea leans over to give her a hug.

“Yeah, you too. So what are we drinking?”

“Rum and fruit!” Sasha offers a sip of her mango mojito.

As they settle into their seats, Courtney fills Bianca in on their previous conversation, which was a dramatic retelling of the night that Ben and Jinkx met for the first time.

Courtney claims that she orchestrated the whole thing, “Giving Ben the benefit of my stellar game.”

Jinkx scoffs, chuckling. “Uh, sorry to break it to you, hon, but your game is as bad as his.”

“What?!” Courtney gasps.

“I could see them plotting from 3 tables away,” Jinkx explains.

“So, wait, why did you take me home?” Ben asks.

Jinkx casts a sideways look at him, head tilted, and shrugs. “You have a cute butt.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have major game, okay? I was totally just fucking around,” Courtney insists.

“You have no game,” says Jinkx.

“I do so!”

“No. You don’t. You just have...all that.” Jinkx waves her hand around Courtney’s general vicinity.

“Charisma?” Courtney guesses with a flutter of lashes.

“No, sweetie. You’re hot. That’s your game. Being hot.”

“I am somehow...both deeply offend and totally flattered...” Courtney says, then looks over at Bianca, laughing into her drink. “Excuse me, what are you laughing at, ma’am?”

“I mean...she’s not wrong,” Bianca giggles.

“Oh, what do you know. I have game, alright? Maybe it just only works on lesbians.”

“Uh huh. That must be it,” Bianca deadpans.

“Hey losers,” pipes up a low voice, and Shea laughs.

“Hey Pearlie! Come sit. Thanks for joining...over an hour late.”

“It’s fucking Sunday, calm down,” Pearl says, settling into the booth. She nods hello to Jinkx and Ben, then does a double-take at Bianca. “Heyyy.”

“Back off, Pearl. She’s married,” Courtney says.

“When’s that ever stopped me?” Pearl asks, still leering at Bianca.

“And straight!”

“I repeat, when has that ever...Hiii, I’m Pearl, by the way.”

“Bianca.” Bianca lets Pearl take her hand, pretending not to notice Courtney’s clear irritation beside her. A tiny thrill ripples through her and she tosses her hair, flashing her dimples at the sleepy-eyed blonde. She doesn’t actually care about Pearl, but after months of seething silently while Courtney flirts with everyone around them, it’s a little fun to give her a taste of her own medicine.

The server appears just then with a tray of drinks, and Courtney sighs, immediately ordering another round before taking a sip.

“I thought you were a lightweight,” Bianca says.

“Yeah, well...Sunday Funday,” Courtney answers, toasting her with a flutter of lashes.

The drinks take effect quickly. By the time they finish their food, Courtney’s flirting even more impetuously than usual. Bianca can’t help but encourage her, dimples deepening at every teasing comment, biting her lip at every light touch.

Eventually, they all head to the dance floor, and though dancing is not high on Bianca’s list of preferred activities, she’s not prepared to turn down more opportunities to brush against Courtney in the crowd. Courtney barely breaks eye contact with her, even while being constantly interrupted by people who seem to know her - a bombshell redhead with gorgeous tattoos, a beautiful girl with legs for days that Bianca thinks she recognizes from the Rockwell, a go-go dancer on a pole trying valiantly to get her attention.

As they head up the steps for their next round, Courtney waves back to a woman on the opposite side of the bar, and Bianca shakes her head.

“How do you know everyone here?” Bianca wonders.

“‘Cause she’s a slut,” Shea offers, earning a light punch on the shoulder from her girlfriend.

“That is not how I would put it,” Sasha says, but Courtney shrugs.

“Eh, it’s fine. If the shoe fits…”

“Attagirl!” Shea laughs, sliding shots over to both of them.

Courtney raises her glass and Bianca follows.

“What are we toasting?”

“Ummm…” Courtney holds her gaze, head tilted, lips parted. “To keeping our promises.”

“Cheers,” Bianca answers simply, allowing Courtney to pull her back down the steps.

The dance floor slowly becomes more crowded, space between them shrinking to make room for more bodies. Temperature creeping up. Bianca’s cheeks burn as someone passes behind her, pressing her against Courtney, who gives her a slow, sexy grin.

Bianca swallows, the fluttery feeling in her belly being overtaken by a burning ache as Courtney’s hands brush against her hips. For a moment, it’s like she’s having an out of body experience, watching herself, alcohol buzzing through her veins, balance slightly off, leaning forward. She imagines what it would be like to close the short distance between them, to feel Courtney’s lips on hers, to press her against the DJ booth and tangle her hands in that soft blonde hair.

Courtney’s teasing smile fades for a second, looking at Bianca with so much intensity, so much expectation, that it causes Bianca’s heart to pound. Bianca inches closer still, feeling compelled by forces beyond her control.

And then it’s all over. Bianca’s eyes widen in alarm, realizing what she was about to do, booze-addled mind getting crystal clear for a second as she takes a step backwards.

“B…” Courtney begins, guilt rushing in, engulfing her like a tsunami.

Bianca merely shakes her head, stammering out a rushed apology, and bolts from the dance floor, swallowed up by the crowd so quickly that Courtney can’t possibly follow. Once outside, she leans against a concrete pillar, breathing heavily in the chilly evening air, self-loathing pushing all other thoughts out of the way - including the awful nagging feeling that makes her wish that she’d acted upon her desires.

Back on the dance floor, Courtney gulps, that hollow ache in her chest making her wince. Why does she always push things too far? Why can’t she just accept reality as it is, instead of trying to bend it to her selfish will?

She slinks onto the patio, spotting Fame at a cocktail table. Courtney grabs two half-empty glasses from a table beside her and sucks them down quickly.

“Classy,” Fame comments, chuckling.

“Don’t judge me,” Courtney snaps, finding anger easier to express than the turmoil and guilt swirling in her chest.

“I’m not.” Fame holds up her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Courtney sighs, deflating as fast as a popped balloon, head on her arms. “It’s been...a weird day.”

“Hmm. Where’s your friend?”

“What friend?” Courtney tries to feign innocence, eyes wide.

Smirking now, Fame takes a sip of her own cocktail and signals to the waiter.

“Hi,” she coos. “Two more double tequilas, please.”

“I don’t know if that’s-” Courtney begins to protest, but stops talking as Fame slides her own drink across the table.

“Come on, baby. Let’s turn the night around.”

Forty minutes later, Courtney finds herself so drunk that she can barely stand, cheeks stained with tears from weepy self-pity, crammed into a stall in the ladies’ room as Fame’s fingers slide into her panties.

All she wants is to feel something, something other than this endless cycle of hope and rejection and guilt. She wants, she needs, to feel something good, even if it’s bullshit - even just for a second.

“Ugh, I can’t believe we’re doing this in here. It’s so trashy,” she moans, arching into Fame’s fingers, digging her nails into her shoulder.

“I know, we’re the worst,” Fame says, biting her neck. One hand braces her hip against the wall as she fucks her, sucking a row of angry marks along her collarbone.

Courtney comes hard and quick, so much tension leaving her body that she nearly slides to the floor. Fame catches her, laughing.

“Feel better?”

“Um...” Courtney pants, leaning on her shoulder for support, ignoring the ‘no’ echoing in her head, the self-loathing that never left, that may actually be worse now that it was before, and says, “Yeah. Thanks.”

***

Avoiding Courtney has been easier than Bianca thought it would be.

First of all, there were the holidays. Thanksgiving with her family in New Orleans, where things got fairly dicey when she got hammered on red wine and spent hours stalking Courtney on social media. Jared was clueless as usual, but her sisters? Not so much. Vanessa goaded her into spilling way too much, and in the morning, that sick, sick feeling was back. So she did what she always did. Pushed her feelings down and denied everything.

And then in December, Courtney was in Toronto shooting a Lifetime movie, and by the time she got back to town, Bianca was already in St. Barts, coping as best she could with Jared’s family. Every time his mother interrogated her about her fertility (or lack thereof), she dealt with it by posting another generic Caribbean beach photo or close-up of a flower. To the point where Courtney posted a teasing comment, asking her if she was working for a stock footage company. Bianca hadn’t been able to help herself, replying quickly. No chill whatsoever.

Bianca Del Rio: Shady

Courtney Hamilton: I miss your face. Post your FACE!

Her next photo was a selfie, face catching the orange glow of the setting sun. With the caption, ‘There. Happy?’

Courtney’s reply, a row of heart eyes, was nearly immediate. Bianca still remembers the mild elation of getting into a public exchange with her. It felt dangerously good, but reinforced the reason Bianca was trying so hard to hard to limit their interactions.

Once she was back in town, she spent a few weeks coming up with excuses to turn down every invite, and by the end of January, her resolve was gone.

The Women’s March seemed like a benign occasion for catching up. In broad daylight, with a big group of Courtney’s friends and hundreds of thousands of other people...that would be safe, right? So Bianca had agreed to come, making it clear that she would not be wearing one of those hideous pink hats.

She paces around in front of the coffee shop where they’re going to meet, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

She is, of course, excited to see Courtney again. That ever-pervading fluttery feeling she gets whenever they‘re together. The joy she feels making her laugh, the way her smile seems to shine just a little bit brighter for Bianca than for anyone else. But then, on the other hand, there’s also the unresolved tension from the last time - Bianca fleeing in the middle of a song, knowing that if she stayed, it would have turned into something she was altogether unprepared for.

Maybe it’s selfish. Trying to hold onto the parts of their relationship that make her feel good while ignoring the parts that fill her with guilt. She knows, deep down, that the smart thing to do would be to stop socializing, keep things light and professional and force herself to move on from this perverted little fantasy.

And it’s been so long. She optimistically wonders if maybe, perhaps, her confusing feelings will have dissipated. Maybe this time, she’ll see her and feel only friendship. Camaraderie. After all, today is supposed to be about empowerment, right? She takes a deep breath and goes inside.

But the second Courtney looks up at her, Bianca’s chest fills with both excitement and dread. Courtney races toward her, wrapping her into a hug that’s too tight, too long, too deliciously warm, but Bianca doesn’t resist.

All things considered, it’s an inspiring day, and Bianca loves seeing Courtney so enthusiastic. She finds herself glancing over at her more and more frequently during the speeches, enamored by her passion, her exuberance, her cheeks flushed pink in the chilly air.

Later that night, when Bianca is back home, when the excitement has faded, she leans against her kitchen counter and drains glass after glass of pinot noir. As the TV drones in the next room, she clutches her glass, wishing that she could be satisfied with what she has, instead of aching for something impossibly out of reach. The memory of Courtney’s dazzling smile, which filled her with joy mere hours earlier, now feels like a knife in her gut.

“B! Get in here! You’re missing the best part!”

“Coming!” Bianca calls to Jared, downing the last gulp of wine in her glass. She finds Jared sprawled on the couch, oblivious, and sits down beside him.

“There you are.” Jared pulls her closer, kissing her neck, and Bianca squirms away. Her thoughts right now are too confusing, too overwhelming, to let him touch her. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just…” Bianca trails off, unable to explain.

“Come on, B, you’ve been gone all day. Didn’t you miss me?”

Bianca swallows, guilt blooming in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah, of course.” Bianca leans against him, no longer resisting.

“It’s almost Game Day, isn’t it?”

Bianca rubs her eyes, letting out a dry chuckle.

“Um, maybe, I’m not…”

Jared laughs, pushing her onto her back.

“You’re wasted,” he says, a glint in his eye.

“No, I’m just, uh...it was a long day. I had a little wine.” Bianca sighs, eyes falling closed.

“Well, don’t worry, baby, I’ll do all the work...”

She considers resisting for a moment, shoulders tense as he pulls off her PJ bottoms, but then imagines the fight that would inevitably follow, the explanations she doesn’t have, the words she can’t say out loud. She sighs slightly, trying to relax.

“You like it when I take charge, huh?” Jared murmurs against her neck, sinking his teeth into her skin, laughing a little at her whimper in response. “See? Sometimes you can let me be the boss.”

“Jared-”

“What?” His voice is sharp, challenging. His eyes bore into hers, making her heart pound with fear.

She forces a laugh, shaking her head.

“Nothing. Keep...keep going.”

A smile spreads slowly across his face as he grips her hips tightly.

“Thought so.”

***

Courtney takes Bianca’s face in her hands, a thumb brushing softly over her lips. She’s in no rush, wants simply to savor the moment, the feel of her skin, the weight of her body pressing down.

She moves closer, feeling warm breath on her face, lips millimeters apart. She can tell when Bianca smiles just from the feeling of dimples against her fingers, and opens her eyes, pulling back a little to look into her eyes.

Seeing her smile, she feels lit up from within. She gazes at her beautiful face for as long as possible, as long as she can stand being this close without kissing her properly.

When their lips meet, it’s gentle at first, teasing. She relishes the taste of Bianca’s lips, arching up against her as the kiss deepens, hands tightening in her hair. It isn’t long before they are both breathless, panting. As Bianca grinds down against Courtney on the bed, she layers kisses down her jaw, nibbling at her neck. Courtney lets out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan, making Bianca suck harder on her tender skin.

Courtney inhales sharply as Bianca’s hand drifts down, stroking her slowly, toying with her until she’s dripping wet and begging for mercy.

And then Bianca lifts her head for a second, gazing down at Courtney, blue eyes dreamy with lust. Her fingers are moving faster now, firm and insistent. Courtney continues to arch up against her, moaning softly as she comes.

She pulls Bianca’s face down again, lips grazing her ear as she whispers, “I love you...”

Courtney’s eyes flutter open, and she groans slightly to herself, shutting off the vibrator and placing it on the edge of the bathtub. Detailed sexual fantasies are not new for her, but gooey romantic feelings certainly are.

She sinks down deeper into the water, filled with shame.

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Kinky cards CGW edition- Round 2: Leo x Alicia

Kinky cards rides again.. round 2. This is from the CGW (Cordonians gone wild) AU. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Catch up on our other adventures HERE

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Alicia stood in the kitchen plating the lasagna she had made for their dinner. She felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist, his lips brushed the side of her neck “that smells delicious love.” his smokey voice momentarily dulling her senses. She spun around giving him a quick peck. “How was 4 wheeling with Max?” she grinned grabbing their plates and heading for the table. “It was good, we rode almost all day.. stef was kinda pissed she couldn't come, I told her next time Max can stay home and she can come. How was spa day?” he brought a beer and a glass of wine sitting down.

“It was, ah not bad.” she stuck her fork into her food. Leo gave her his sly smirk “yeah? You fill the girls in on our sexy kinky card night?”

Alicia blushed “it may have come up.. speaking of kinky cards” she got up getting into her purse. She flicked the card out with two fingers, Leo leaned forward grabbing the card.

“movie and chill. Have your partner pick a movie, (no longer then 2 hours) and give him/her and hand job, but don't let them finish before the end credits.” Leo read.

“you picked a new card?” he clocked his brow “I did.”

“so, I pick a movie and tease you for 2 hours?”

“um no, you can pick a movie and I have to tease you for 2 hours.” she smirked “unless… unless you're not up for the challenge?”

Leo scoffed “yeah, ok.. you know I'm up for the challenge. Matter of fact, I'll even let you pick the movie.” “Deal.” she grinned. She had a plan and boy was he going to crack.

A few days later Leo sat on the couch flipping through the channels. “what do you want to watch, there isn't much on tonight Love.”

Alicia walked into the living room DVD in hand “I thought we could watch a movie.” she grinned popping it into the DVD player and joining him on the couch. She flashed the card at him, his face falling slightly. “you wanna play that, tonight?” “Sure do.” he groaned running his hand down his face “what movie did you pick.” a large grin spread across her face “fifty shades darker.”

as the movie began her hand began palming his length over his sweatpants. He started to harden immediately at her touch. He shifted in his seat. “oh, I'm sorry is this uncomfortable for you? Maybe I should..” she stood pulling down his pants, his stiff length sprang forward. “there, that's better.” she toss them across the room and sat back down grasping his cock pumping him slowly. “that's… ah. Fuck baby.” he groaned. “mmhmm just focus on the movie.” she giggled. This card would be tricky, if she stroked to much, he wouldn't last the duration of the movie, But just enough he would be potty in her hands.

Leo's breathing became uneven, he was starting to not be able to think straight fuck this card. Leo, you can do this. He thought to himself as his wife jerked her hand with a flick of the wrist “Fuck!” he moaned.

Just as the first six scene of the movie started. He knew he wasn't going to last, and then it hit him. Two can play this game. His hand slid up her leg settling between her thighs. “Leo, what are you doing? The card says I have to tease you.”

“yes, but it doesn't say anywhere that I can't do the same.” he smirked as his fingers slipped under the soft fabric of her shorts. He worked his fingers through her folds his fingers teasing her wanting center. “mmm you're wet already, all that jerking my cock turning you on love?”

She took a deep breath “You play dirty.”

“Now when have you ever known me to play by the rules l, especially when it comes to your body?” his voice a husky tone as she continued to pump his length.

She felt his fingers travel slightly north as he found that sensitive bundle. He started rubbing loose, slow circles around it before picking up the pace. She let of of the grip she had on his dick as she grasped the couch with both hands. Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. “they'll go away. He continued to rub her clit causing her toes to curl.

The knocking continued. Leo let out a long sigh. Standing up searching for his pants. He grabbed a throw pillow off the couch, he pulled open the door, one hand on his pillow the other on the door. “Yes Bastien?” Leo huffed annoyed. Bastien looked at Leo, un phased by his naked form. “Liam wanted me to remind you that you two have an important meeting first thing in the morning.”

“I am well aware of this Bas.. he couldn't just text me?” Leo Grunted. “He said it was better to tell you in person. I'll ah, let you get back to it.” Leo slammed the door, tossing the pillow to the side. Quickly returning to his wife

“now. where were we?”

He develed two fingers into her aching core as he continued to work her clit with his thumb. “mmmm fuck Leo.” she rocked her hips bringing herself closer to her release. “oh fuck, I'm gonna.” and then he stopped, cutting her life line.

Her eyes snapped open staring at her husband. “what love? The card says don't let them finish before the ending credits.” he gave her a crooked grin. “oh, is that so? Ok. Rule breaker.” a mischievous smirk flashed across her face. She grasped his cock again pumping slowly. “let's see how you like it.”

She bent over, laying flat on the couch she swirled her tongue around his tip his breath hitched in his throat “wha… what are you doing love?” she ignored him as she continued to tease his shaft with her tongue. She brought her lips to his swollen tip wrapping them tightly around him as she lowered her head, flicking her tongue as she brought it back up. He shuddered at the sensation. She bobbed her head slowly swirling her tongue around his throbbing cock. Her hand gently cupping his balls. She picked up the pace taking his entire length “fuck, that's, oh fuck baby.” his hands gripped her hair. She let out a loud moan, the vibration rocking him to the core. “oh fuck Alicia. Fuck.” she felt his legs twitch as she lifted her head releasing his length with a pop.

Leo's mouth flew open, she brought him so close and then nothing. A low growl escaped him as he stared at his wife through lost blown eyes as she sat up. He pounced on her, pinning her to the couch. “that was dirty, you don't play fair. And I am proud as shit. But..” he yanked her shorts down and toss them across the room. “I think you need to be punished.”

He dove between her legs flattening his tongue swiping it from her center to her clit as he swirled it around. His lips and tongue working together stucking and flicking as he pumped two fingers into her wanting center. “fuck, Leo yes.” her hands tangled in his sandy colored locks pulling him closer. “Yes, fuck. LEO.” she felt herself getting closer. He moaned out feeling the way she was coming apart by his touch. “fuck that card.” he swiftly pumped his fingers into her until she screamed out, her juices coating his fingers. He pulled them out sucking them clean. He lined himself up with her dripping center and sunk into her.

“Fuck baby you feel so good.” he thrust his hips at a fast, rough pace. “Fuck, Leo, yes.”

She closed her eyes getting lost in the feeling

“he.. hello? oh hey drake.” her eyes flew open, he answered the phone?! “Leo, what the fuck?!” she seethed. He snickered “oh, sorry buddy I'm otherwise occupied at the moment.”

“Harder Leo, Fuck!” she hollered, he tossed the phone and gripped her hips pulling her up onto him. She grinded her hips against him and then bounced up and down. his strong hand bringing her down harder against him as he thrust into her. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.I don't know how much longer I can last.” He moaned. And there it was, another knock at the door.

“Was that the door?” Alicia asked, out of breath. Another impatient knock. He continued to thrust into her. A knock again. “Ughhhhhhh.” he let out a frustrated growl. As he lifted Alicia off of him, laying her down on the couch. He stood stomping to the door, jaw clenched. He flung the door open standing stark naked, stiff length standing at attention. “what? What the fuck do you need now Ba… Madeline?”

Madeline stood there wide eyed. “well?” He impatiently asked. “I um, I was told you needed to see me?” she stuttered. Leo scoffed “Clearly you've been misinformed. If you don't mind I'm in the middle of fucking my wife.” He turned and slammed the door. Leaving a stunned Madeline on the other side.

“The next time someone knocks, they'll stand there.” he sat back on the couch as she straddled him, lowering herself back onto his hard cock. He gripped her ass as she bounced against him, his thrust in perfect rhythm with her. It didn't take long as he felt her walls flutter around him.

“Leo, fuck yes, yes. Oh fuck yes!” she screamed as she stilled herself, him still thrusting into her, she twitched, grinding her hips against him as her nectar gushed out, coating his length. “oh fuck baby.” he groaned as he thrust deep into her, finding his own release.” her lips crashed down in his. “Looks like we failed that kinky card.” she giggled. “Eh, teasing fun, but I love making you cum.”

She climbed off of him, picking up the remote. She giggled. “what's so funny love?” he clocked his brow. “I'm pretty sure we didn't make it 20 minutes into the movie before you broke the rules.”

“I'm not complaining. But I do think Liam and Anitah need some pay back.” Leo grinned. “Now, should we finish this movie?” he continued. She shook her head “No, I have an even better idea.. ready for round 2 bam bam?”

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thechocoboos · 6 years

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HC: Bros Taking Care of a Sick SO

Hey folks, this is a request from the lovely @arianoct (I hope you feel better!), I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoy!

Request: “... would you take a request of the chocobros taking care of a sick S/O? ...”

Noctis

At first, Noctis was honestly a little grossed out

Like, sickness??? ew.

His worry and concern quickly overshadows his previous disgust tho. Like you could puke on him at that point and he would give nooooo fucks

He’s not sure how to take care of you, either. The boy can’t cook so well, he doesn’t which medicine to give you, and the only remedy he knows is to cuddle

You’re honestly stuck directing him from your burrito of blankets on the couch

“No, Noct, the pink bottle-that’s blue, babe!”

I will give him this though, he heats up the best canned soup money can buy

Anytime you ask him to do something, he complains and groans but still does it anyway

“Noct, could you get me the tissues from the bathroom…”

“...Ughhhhhhh…”

“I mean I can get it myself-” He’s already up and across the room.

Despite his lack of know-how on this, he still does his best, getting you tissues, canned soup, medicine (after five minutes of trying to figure out what’s what)

He takes naps with you on your couch. No, he’s not sick, but he’s not missing out on sleeping

He always slides into your blanket burrito and cuddles with you on the couch, even giving you tiny pecks and nuzzling your neck despite your worry that you’ll get him sick

You do btw. A day after you’re back to normal, you get a call from Noctis. his voice is nasally and his nose is plugged up. He sounds like he’s dying tbh

“Hey, babe, I think I’m sick…”

You did it to yourself, Noctis.

Prompto

siCKKK??? His precious S/O??? Not on his watch!

Sorry? Suffering? Don’t know her. There will be no suffering while Doctor Prompto is here!

He’s at your side in a heartbeat and the boi will NOT leave you unless it’s to get something (for you)

What do you need? Tissues? Meds? Food? Blankets? The entire DVD set of The Vampire Diaries? He’s already got it all. Whatever else you want, he’s getting it.

“Prompto, is that a signed box of tissues from the cast of The Vampire Diaries?”

“Yeah! You said you needed tissues and that you wish you could get their autographs so… I did both.”

He cuddles you endlessly, showers you in love and medicine, and makes sure you get at least one nap a day

Hand feeds you, he blows on your soup for you and holds the spoon to your lips

No, it doesn’t matter how embarrassing it is, he’s doing it anyway and if you complain, he makes airplane noises (it’s actually super adorable)

Buries you in blankets and pillows before throwing himself in the cuddle party, too

Prompto tries to make you laugh and giggle despite your illness and you can’t thank him enough for it, it helps you forget how shitty you feel

Warning: if you so much as cough or sneeze (god forbid if you vomit), he practically materializes by your side and is immediately tending to you

Knows the most basic of home remedies, such as honey in tea and sucking on peppermints, from taking care of himself when he was a kid

Prompto’s pure love could single handedly heal you

He’s surprisingly good at taking care of you and under his care, you’re better in no time at all! You wouldn’t be surprised if his sheer love and attention is what scared your illness away

Gladio

Sick? I’m sorry, what? His S/O? Sick?

Uh, no. That can’t be right, sickness don’t exist when Gladio’s around

Gladio never gets sick, so the sight of you wrapped in a blanket, shivering with a fever and chalky skin catches him completely by surprise

Luckily, he’s had to take care of Iris in the past, so he knows what to do. This man is a veteran when it comes to taking care of tiny, sick humans (tiny being anyone smaller than himself)

There will be no soup. Only cup noodles. He brings over his entire stash of cup noodles and will not feed you anything else

“Babe, I swear this’ll make you feel good as new-”

“Gladio, you’ve been feeding this to me for a week straight.”

“So?”

Carries you wherever and whenever you want (he really loves doing that btw)

He’ll lay down on the couch and hold you like a fragile flower, warming you up easily and lulling you to sleep while he gently strokes your hair

Sometimes he even hums while he holds you, the sound reverberating in his chest like a loud purr and comforts you to know end

When you sleep on his chest, he has one arm wrapped around your blanket covered form and the other holding a book

He also reads to you, A LOT

If you can’t sleep or don’t want to watch TV, he’ll hold you to his chest and pull out a book, reading with the voice of a god

He likes to make different voices for different characters and sometimes has you giggling from the goofy voice he gave that one character

More often than not, he lulls you to sleep when he reads, but even when he peeks down to see you asleep, he continues to read aloud, knowing it comforts you

So yeah, there’s a lot of sleeping when Gladio’s taking care of you

He also gives you lots of warm kisses. He’s got the immune system of a god as well, so there of no fucks given for the possibility of getting sick

Sometimes it’s like his kisses help you more than the medicine does

Ignis

Oh shit. Hide. HIDE.

Yes, Iggy is the most capable for taking care of you when you’re sick, but he’s the strictest as well (Noct goes out of his way to hide being sick to avoid Iggy’s strict care)

You may be Iggy’s S/O, but oh damn, he was strict with you, too

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I needed more tissues...”

“Get back to bed, darling.” He’ll fetch it for you

You will not strain yourself, hurt yourself, or be otherwise uncomfortable while ill with Iggy around, I promise

The most attentive man in the world (not in the way that Prompto was, though), he knows when you run out of tissues and meds before you do

Keeps the house clean, well supplied, and makes sure you’re in bed

On the plus side, he also shows you the most gentle compassion in the world. He makes you homemade soup and even tries to feed you like Prompto (minus the embarrassment and airplane noises)

Knows more home remedies than your grandma

You know how in anime, someone will put their forehead against another’s to feel for a fever? Mm, yeah, Ignis invented that. You bet your bottom that he not only does that, but brings out a thermometer not a second later (you soon figure out that he only does the forehead thing to make you flustered)

He gently strokes your hair and places light kisses on your forehead when you’re asleep

You’re too out of it to see the pure concern and love in his eyes whenever he looks at you (which is also way more than you notice), even when you’re in the middle of blowing the absolute snot out of your nose

Holds your hair back when you vomit and shows Z.E.R.O disgust

He doesn’t feel disgust. Or grossed out. All he feels? Love and worry for you and your health

In all seriousness, Ignis is more worried for you than he’s ever been for anyone else. If you were to ask the other bros later, they would tell you that whenever he was attending to his other duties, he was so worried that he made mistakes left and right and even dropped things

#ffxv #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #Noctis Lucis Caelum #final fantasy xv #ffxv ignis #ffxv prompto #ffxv gladio #ffxv noctis #noctis #gladiolus #gladio #ignis #prompto #i really liked writing this #headcanon

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