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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes.

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year.

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands.

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout.

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out.

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms.

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra.

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.”

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

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prettyboybarzal · 4 years

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

A/N: this is a multi-part fic for PLD!!! we all simped over him for a hot minute and i decided to capitalize on it because i mean......... look at him. so, enjoy a little enemies to lovers trope w/ one of my favorite frenchmen. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! and thank you to @bandgirlsclub for all the help w/ my lil writers block. love u bb. she elevated my dialogue so much. if you don’t follow her, please go follow her now. and then enjoy chapter one!

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist // Next Chapter

Pierre didn’t like you because you didn’t like him and no one disliked Pierre Luc Dubois, especially in the city of Columbus. He was a legend. He was the star player, the future of the Blue Jackets. Everyone loved him, except you, so he hated you.

The feud started during his rookie season. He marched into the city of Columbus with his shoulders squared, his head held high, and his ego the size of Nationwide Arena itself. On his very first night out with your friend group, he’d gotten you kicked from a club after starting a fight and then poured his entire drink down your back as you waited for Ubers on the curb.

Out of frustration, you ended up foregoing the car to walk home, despite the protests that came from the other boys. And Pierre laughed as you walked away, amused by the liquid stain on the back of your favorite going out shirt.

No apology ever came, and that was a wrap on any potential friendship with him.

Three years later, nothing changed. Though these days, as Pierre’s comfort around you rebounded, he didn’t avoid you and instead made it his job to antagonize you whenever you were around. He made comments about your outfits, flirted with your friends that had clearly been told to steer clear of him, and fucked up your drink orders whenever he bought rounds for the group. Mostly, you took it in stride with a few choice curse words slung his way, but over time you started to antagonize him right back.

“Asshole at three o’clock.”

It took a moment, but your eyes followed the metaphorical clock of the bar and fell on the group of Blue Jackets pushing their way through the crowd. Leading the way was Pierre sporting a cocky smirk on his lips. He made his way around the group of girls, hugging each one before reaching you and ultimately opting not to say hello and just head for the bar. As soon as he stepped away you were making retching noises with your mouth.

“Back at it again, I see,” Josh Anderson spoke as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders. “You two would get along really well if only you tried.”

“I don’t want to try,” you responded. This earned the laughter of their other teammates, Seth and Boone, as they sat in the open seats at your bar top and joined the conversation that had been on hold for hugs hello.

When Pierre returned to the table, he was toting a tray of drinks. One by one, he placed each glass down with its rightful owner until the last two remained. And then he placed a Shirley Temple in front of you.

“It’s virgin.”

“Just like you,” you spat. While the table erupted in laughter, you stood to get a drink of your own. Preferably one that was heavy on the liquor.

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Despite everything else, going out with him wasn’t all bad because after a while he just got distracted. He would slink away from the group and find himself surrounded by a bunch of local university students and you were free to enjoy your night without him chirping in your ear. While Pierre and Seth scouted the bar for hot single girls, you stayed back at the booth with your girlfriends, Josh, and Boone.

Drinks flowed as easily as the conversation, as usual, and up until about 11 p.m. there was nowhere else you’d’ve rather been. Until Charlie texted you.

“Uh oh, Chuck’s at it again.”

Josh was peaking over your shoulder.

“Would you stop being nosey?” you growled, angling your body away from him so he couldn’t read your texts—most of which were ‘u up’ texts. “And stop calling him Chuck. It makes it sound like I’m sleeping with a father of three.”

“You might as well be,” Boone said. He dodged the rolled-up napkin you sent his way with a chuckle.

The boys always liked to chirp you for your taste in guys, but Charlie was by far their favorite to make fun of because of the eight-year age gap you shared.

“Remember when YN would stay out past midnight?” Boone mused.

“Yeah, I do,” Josh sighed dreamily. “But then she got wifed up by a silver fox.”

“A silver fox?” you asked, trying your hardest to suppress the grin on your lips. “He has black hair.”

“That’s because he probably dyes it.”

More giggles fell from their mouths until you glared at them and their mouths snapped shut.

You met Charlie on a dating app and while things hadn’t progressed past that one night of dinner and drinks, you didn’t mind the casual sex that resulted from it. It was exactly what you needed at this point of your life—no strings attached.

I just called you a car. Should be there in 10 minutes.

You took the final swig of your drink and stood. The boys’ eyes followed your movement, knowing smiles on their lips.

“I’ll see you guys later this week, yeah?”

You said your goodbyes, ignoring the last-minute jabs the boys wanted to get in, and began to search the bar for Seth. You spotted him at a table across the bar with a gaggle of petite girls and Pierre by his side. The moment you looked over at them, Pierre caught your eye.

You started walking over as he checked the time on his watch. 11:45 p.m. You never left before midnight.

Seth opened his arms as you approached and you folded into them as you said your goodbyes. Something about the interaction had Pierre turning away to talk to the girls they’d met. It was the same pit in his stomach type of feeling he got whenever you were around, whenever you embraced the other boys with a quick peck on the cheek or laughed at one of their shitty jokes.

He heard you say your final goodbye to Seth and your shoulder brushed against his back unknowingly as you avoided saying goodbye to him. He almost let you go unbothered, but his need to talk to you just once more was overwhelming. At the very last second, he turned and caught your elbow.

“Who’s got you running off before midnight, Cinderella?”

“It’s funny you think you deserve an answer to that question,” you growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp in disgust. He leaned back against the table with a smile. Your eyes flickered to the girls behind him, one with a glare set on you as she sipped her drink.

A lightbulb went off above your head.

You stepped forward, squeezing yourself between Pierre and Seth’s bodies to get a word in with the girls around the table.

“Can I offer you all some free advice?” you asked, even though you were going to give it to them anyway. “This one,” you spoke, nodding to Pierre. You dropped your voice to a whisper and the girls inched forward to catch your words. “He’s been around the block, if you know what I mean. I’d make sure he wraps it before he taps it. Who knows the last time he’s gotten tested?”

You slipped out from between the boys, ignoring the curses that fell from Pierre’s lips as you walked away.

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You left Charlie’s at 7 the next morning. Although you tried not to make a habit of sleeping at his apartment, there were some nights that you ignored the voice inside your head. You dressed yourself in the outfit from the night before and stepped into his bathroom to check your make-up and fix your hair before allowing the world to see you in all your one night stand glory.

Last night was one of the worst nights you’d spent with him. He was off from the moment you got in the door to the moment he fell asleep after finishing. You ended up completely unsatisfied and if you hadn’t been as tired as you were, you probably would’ve gone home to bring your own self to orgasm since he so clearly couldn’t.

As you shut his front door behind you, another door in the hall shut. You looked up to see which neighbor had entered the hallway and immediately felt your stomach drop.

“This? This is the place you ran off to last night?” Pierre was standing at the next door over. He looked astounded, eyes flickering between you and the door you’d just come out of. “You’re fucking my neighbor? Isn’t he like 40?”

“You live here?” you asked, eyes wide as you took in the sight of Pierre in front of you. His hair was still messy from sleep, but he was dressed in his Blue Jackets workout gear and on his way out the door.

“I moved in at the beginning of the season,” he answered. He stepped forward and you stepped backwards in response. “But you wouldn’t know that because you didn’t come to my housewarming party.”

You didn’t think he was serious when he extended the invite, and you were almost positive your response was along the lines of ‘I’d never step foot inside your house.’

With a scoff, you turned and continued down the hall. He was hot on your heels the entire way to the elevator and slowed to a stop to wait beside you when you pressed the down button. You were surprised when he didn’t immediately start digging deeper about your night. He was more preoccupied with whatever was on his phone than you, thankfully, though you were certain once he had you in the enclosed space of the elevator he’d start prying.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, Pierre stepped in and held his hand out to keep the doors open for you. You stayed put.

“I’ll wait for the next one,” you said stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the confined space with him.

The doors shut.

“You’re fucking dramatic.”

The elevator began its descent to the lobby and, all the while, you could feel him watching you.

“Can you stop?” you spat, shooting him a glare from the other corner of the elevator.

He studied you for a moment before asking, “Quiet in bed?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you quiet in bed?” he asked, slower this time, like you were too stupid to understand what he said before. You couldn’t find the words to answer, jaw ajar as your brain tried to catch up to his question. “I’m only asking because I’m pretty sure Charlie and I share a bedroom wall, and his place was completely silent last night.”

“You’re a pig.”

Pierre chuckled, satisfied with the reaction he’d gotten out of you, and continued talking, “Unless he can’t get you off.”

“Familiar with that problem, huh?”

“Not in the slightest,” he answered.

“As far as you know,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. The last place in the world you wanted to be was with Pierre in this elevator and you wanted him to know that.

“Not that you will ever get the chance to experience it yourself, but I know my way around the bedroom,” Pierre countered easily. Too easily.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I’m sure, what, with your body count in the hundreds probably. Statistically, you would have to have gotten at least 50% off.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know how many girls I have in my bed every week,” Pierre grinned, his ego oozing out of his every word.

“Not even a little bit,” you sighed. Your fingers came up to your temple as you tried to rub away the migraine that was beginning to take form. “Where you put your dick is of no concern to me, unless you decide to put it in a blender. Then, and only then, will I give a shit.”

“See, I think you care an awful lot more than you let on, princess,” Pierre said. Your face twisted in disgust at the pet name. “And I think that no matter how much you want to hate me, you really don’t. You’re just jealous that I’m not fucking you.”

That pushed you over the edge, the ounce of patience that you had left in your system had been blown to pieces with that comment.

“Would you pull your head out of your ass for once in your life, Pierre?” you spat. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole, much less your filthy dick. My sex life is none of your god damn business. Actually, scratch that, my life is none of your business. I only put up with you because we run in the same group of friends, so don’t try and get cute with me. If I had things my way I would never have even met you, much less learned your name.”

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, likely to try and counter everything you had just said with a dig, but you held your hand up to silence him.

“We don’t have to like each other, Pierre, but you don’t have to be such a raging asshole about it. I thought at some point you might get tired of being a complete dick but your endurance is impressive, I’ll give you that. So listen to me carefully when I tell you I want nothing to do with you.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you made a beeline to the front door of the lobby to begin your walk home in silence. Beautiful, peaceful, Pierre-less silence.

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The silence didn’t last long.

You were halfway through your skin care routine when your phone rang, piercing through the otherwise quiet apartment. Across your home screen, your sister’s name flashed over a goofy photo from New Years.

“What do you want?” you asked after swiping to accept. Your sister’s face filled the screen with a fake offended look on it. You giggled. “Listen, Sadie, the only time I’ve heard from you since you moved back to school has been because you needed me to do something for you.”

“Okay, well,” she started. You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement. You knew this was coming. “It’s not really me who needs something.”

“Which one of your friends needs something then?”

“Mom,” she said with a laugh. Confusion flashed over your features, so she continued, “My friends are all going home next weekend and I decided I’d do the same because why would I want to be here without them, right?” You nodded as she rambled on. “But when I told Mom I wanted to come home, she told me that her and Dad are going to be out of town.”

“They’re going away?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want me home alone.”

You laughed out loud. It was so typical of your mom to not trust Sadie to be home alone for a few days. She turned 21 months ago and yet she still wasn’t trusted by your parents. You couldn’t say you blamed them. Sadie wasn’t exactly the most responsible.

“Stay at school then.”

“See, I was gonna do that,” she trailed off. “But she already bought me a plane ticket to see you.” Your jaw dropped, but you closed it at the sight of your sister’s apologetic face. “I’m really sorry, but on the brightside, I can finally party with you and all your boy toys! Especially the French one you hate so much,” she said his name in a French accent, “Pierre Luc Dubois, or whatever his sexy ass name is.”

And that was exactly what you were worried about.

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nanamismoonchild · 3 years

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pairing: CEO! Namjoon x black Assistant! Y/N

genre: fluff, angst, boss/employee relationship, f2l

warnings: mention of racism/discrimination in workplace, very indirect mention of domestic abuse

Summary: Losing your job was one of the worst things that could possibly happen to you. Bills started piling up, and soon enough you were in complete debt. By a miracle, you were offered the position of assistant to the CEO of Persona who turns out to be a real sweetheart.

WC: 5.6k--i think this is the most i’ve written. i could’ve written some more but ya girl was losing that thing called inspiration.

A/N: This fic is the definition of what a Hallmark movie is. First it takes you on a straight-forward path then BAM! But you gotta love them for that. Remember was originally supposed to be called Deceiving the Moon, but I changed the plot entirely into this one and I can’t but love this version more so now it is Remember. And I hope you’ll remember to enjoy it!

beta-reader(s)-- @birbdae thank you for the praise and the tiny criticisms bby. they made me smile!

The pink paper slip seemed to burn your hand as you held it. The tears in your eyes did nothing to persuade your boss of three years to keep you on the project that you held dear to your heart. The new girl he had hired to replace you couldn’t meet your eyes as she handed you the box filled with your personal belongings from your office space.

“Oh, ____. Before you leave, can you email the final preparations for the toy drive? We would like to get started as soon as possible.”

The bastard smiled up at you as he practically ripped your heart to pieces. The toy drive had been your idea from the start to beginning. You were the program manager as well the assistant to the CEO who had wanted nothing to do with the project until he learned of the tax cut he was able to receive.

Then he replaced and fired you. Now he was asking for your hard work that you manifested.

You had dealt with a lot of shit regarding this company. Racist comments while being the only black woman on the team, being told you hair being in braids was not professional, and being paid the least out of everyone including the new assistant. Yet you had stayed. Your dreams of finally managing to pull off a huge event in your name had made you persevere and smile in the face of the evil work environment.

The dream slowly crumbled as you stared at the assistant, the boss, and the pink slip. There was no way you would give him anything you had created.

“No. Start the entire project yourself. I’m sure your new assistant knows how to program manage. I’ll be taking my toy drive elsewhere. I will not be letting the kids down because of your incompetence and willingness to fire me two months before the charity was supposed to begin. Fuck you.”

The CEO’s smile dropped quickly hearing those words. Perhaps this was a bad idea. But before he could retract his statement of firing the one person he knew he could count on, you left the office, head held high, middle finger in the air.

Three weeks later, the many jobs you had applied for had not replied to you, and your last paycheck from the previous job was slowly dwindling. If nothing came up soon, you wouldn’t be able to afford the rent for the next month.

Your friends Seokjin and Jungkook offered to help; however, your pride was getting in the way and you would only use them as a last resort if you couldn’t find a job in time.

For the time being, you tried to relax and avoid thoughts of the impending bills that threatened to pile up.

Putting on a bonnet and pouring a glass of wine, you prepared to pamper yourself with a little Netflix binge. Seokjin had brought the wine as soon as he had heard about what happened. He worked at Persona and couldn’t believe the unjust condition that had been forced on you. Persona was the best company to work at according to your older friend. He had once tried to convince you to apply there. Yet you hadn’t listened. There might not have been a chance to grow there seeing as many interns went there after graduating like Seokjin, and you prefer not to work with friends. As much as you loved Seokjin, you knew how childish he could be despite the mature attitude he tended to exude. You were the same way. Putting you two together in the same building was a catastrophe waiting to happen.

The day he brought the wine, he told you the CEO--Kim Namjoon- was looking for a new assistant and would more than listen to your project proposal.

Not to mention, he would pay you more than what you received at your old company.

The idea tickled in the back of your mind as you sipped your wine. As much as you would have liked to work somewhere differently, the bills were waving at you in the distance and the employers you had contacted seemed to be uninterested. At least Seokjin could put in a good word for you.

Picking up your phone, you dialed the number you knew well.

“___! “ “Jinnie!” You could hear Jungkook in the background, yelling something that was unclear to you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Do you need food? I just made those dumplings that you like so much. I could run them up to you.”

“Please. I haven’t eaten anything all day. But that’s not why I called. I want to know how to apply for the position of the assistant.”

Seokjin audibly gasped and made a sound keen to a squeal.

“You apply by showing up tomorrow in your best business apparel at eight am sharp tomorrow at my doorstep so I can take you for open interview sessions. And bring your portfolio--no resume needed.”

“No resume?”

“Nope.”

“Oh...Alright. Eight am sharp. Best business clothes. Portfolio. Got it. Thank you Jinnie.” “No problem, __. Anything for Jungkook and I’s best friend who tends to steal our hoodies,” he said, a smile practically being heard through his voice.

“Those aren’t your hoodies anymore first of all. Second of all, I don’t steal. I borrow without the possibility of giving it back. Third of all, bring me my food. I’m starving.”

“I’m already at your door. Open up. And Jungkook came here too. He brought that silly game of his.” Hanging up, you stand up to adjust your bonnet and the pajamas you had lounged in. You walked over to the door and opened it to see your friends’ arms full of snacks and games to play for the night.

“We’ll be done with our mini get together for you to get enough sleep and prepare for your interview. Right now, we’re going to help you mope around,” Jungkook told you as both he and his older roommate stepped into your apartment.

“Somehow I doubt it, but I’ll give you the time of day since you brought dumplings.”

All three of you laughed.

The next morning, the alarm blared at six o’ clock. Sitting up and stretching your limbs, you pushed yourself off the bed and into the bathroom. You needed to look your best for the interview and show you were the best candidate. And that started with a nice, hot shower. The lavender soap washed the stress off of your body and the water carried it into the drain.

Jungkook had helped pick out your outfit while Seokjin had helped prepare your portfolio.Your hair was braided, and it was too heavy for you to set it into a bun of some sort, so you let it stay down and applied a little coconut oil.

Everything was ready and set. You were ready.

At exactly eight o’ clock, you stood outside of Jungkook’s and Seokjin’s shared apartment. You could hear shuffling coming from right behind the door, alerting you that Jin was going to open the door. As he swung the door open, you leaned over to see a slightly disheveled Jungkook throwing on his backpack.

“Late for class again?”

He grunted and moved past you.

Jin laughed and locked the door before pushing you towards the exit of the apartment.

“You ready for the open interviews?”

“I think so. Scratch that. I know so.” Your momma always told you confidence was the answer to everything.

“You’ll wow Namjoon. You’re more than qualified and Namjoon could use your ideas. That’s why I said bring your portfolio.” “Thanks.”

The drive to Persona was quick and easy. And loud as Jin played his favorite tunes and sang along to them. It uplifted your spirits and calmed some of the butterflies that blossomed in your stomach. You knew a lot about Namjoon from what Jin told you whenever he came home from work and bothered you.

He was sweet and caring. His employees came first to him and took their opinions seriously. Any criticisms anyone had was dealt with right away as a group or one on one.

On one occasion, an employee’s car was destroyed because of her ex and she couldn’t find a way to work other than Ubers. It began to get too expensive, and she told Namjoon her dilemma. After a brief meeting, he was convinced to begin a carpool service for his employees at no cost to them.

Your old boss was neither of those and only cared for the profits that came. If someone didn’t have a ride to work, it wasn’t his problem.

Namjoon’s handsome according to Jin. Tall, tan, and handsome had been the exact words Seokjin had said. Namjoon’s smile brightened everyone’s day when he smiled and nodded good morning to everyone. He always wore tailored suits--clothes fitting him to a T.

You didn’t necessarily need these details for the interview, but knowing exactly what type of boss Namjoon would be would set your mind to achieve your goal of getting the job through any means.

Seokjin walked you to the door of his boss’s office and knocked twice. A deep voice told you to come in.

The butterflies in your belly picked up full speed. As you tried to calm yourself down, Jin opened the door.

“Namjoon! ____ is here!” Jin announced.

The man in particular was seated at a mahogany desk in a leather chair that seemed much too small for him. As big as he was though, he exuded a calming aura, and not one of arrogance.

He stood up, a huge smile spreading on his face. His dimples were pronounced and it made your heart skip a beat or two. Jin had not mentioned dimples. They were your weakness.

“Thank you Seokjin. You can go get started on your work,” he dismissed the older man and turned to you. “ Hello, Ms ___. A pleasure to speak to you today.” “Um, it’s my pleasure to speak with you as well.”

He circled around back to his chair, and motioned for you to take the chair across from. As you made your way over, you took in the decor of the office. It was bigger than your previous boss’s. There were many statues that you knew were from the KAWS collection. You had a few yourself, but not as many as this man had. The statues were placed in display cases that were scattered around the room. The room was not stark white, and had small bouts of brown and orange around the room. It was unusually calming--helping those butterflies in your belly.

Sitting down, you smiled at the man in front of you, not knowing how to start the interview.

“So I presume Seokjin told you about the position and what I’m expecting, correct?”

“Yes, and I believe that I can do more than what you’re expecting of me.”

Namjoon nodded, “That’s good. An assistant who wants to do more is exactly what I’m looking for. My last assistant was an intern, and though she was great, I wanted a little more. I see you brought a portfolio. Tell me a little about what is in it.”

This was the moment you had prepared for. Even though you had anticipated it to be later in the interview, you knew exactly what to say.

“This portfolio actually contains some of the projects and the work I developed at my previous job. One of them includes a toy drive. I was fortunately able to keep the project for myself, and I planned on getting funding from a local bank in order to kickstart it again. The toy drive would consist of donations and toys I buy myself and giving it to domestic abuse shelters for the mothers and children-”

“When was this supposed to take place?” Namjoon interrupted, curiosity clear in his voice.

“Oh, it was supposed to take place next month. December. It’s a time crunch but I believe I could do it. The other projects were for my boss who couldn’t be bothered to do anything for himself--Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Completely fine.” He drummed his long fingers on the table, encasing them in silence for a while.

You hadn’t meant to ramble on about the toy drive, but the passion you felt for the charity event was incredible. Your mother had owned a domestic abuse home, and the amount of women and children who had to spend Christmas hiding away was consistently on your mind. You wanted to do something for them.

“___?”

“Yes?” You steeled yourself for another question.

“On the basis that you continue this toy drive, and it is successful--I have a feeling it will be--the job is yours.”

You practically jumped out of your seat, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and shaking it in excitement.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You will not be disappointed. I will be the best assistant to you and this toy drive means too much to me for it to fail.”

Namjoon grinned, his dimples showing out again. “You can talk to Jung Hoseok in the HR department. He’ll get you ready to be an employee of Persona. I want you to work tomorrow morning.”

Nodding, you moved to stand up and leave before remembering to bow in respect.

“Thank you so much.”

“No, thank you. Not only will I have some of this paperwork done, but I’ll be getting very good advertisement for the company. It’s a win-win.”

“Right. How much paperwork do you have exactly?”

“It’s been about two months since my intern left, so…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll be here bright and early then,” you said giggling. “See you tomorrow.”

Closing the door behind you, you glanced around for your best friend. You found him near the coffee machine in the far corner. As you sidled next to him, you poked him, making him jump.

“___! That didn’t take too long. How did it go?”

“We should probably wake up early enough to eat breakfast before we both have to be at work.”

The news took a minute to register in his brain. He took your hands and brought you in for a hug.

“I told you you’d get it! And no, we’re not waking up that early. We can breakfast here--there’s an all-day buffet set up in the kitchen. Speaking of, you might not even know where that is, so I’ll have to give you a tour of the place. But there’s a few hours til I have a lunch break.”

“It’s fine. I have to go to HR anyway and fill out some paperwork.”

“Min Yoongi was just about to go there. Weren’t you?” Seokjin turned towards the stranger in question. Min Yoongi had been completely hidden from you because of Jin’s broad shoulders.

“Uh, yeah. I can take her.”

Yoongi held two cups of coffee in his hands and a manila folder tucked into his armpit. He was only missing a bluetooth speaker in his ear and you can say he looked like all of the clients your previous company dealt with. He was handsome with pale skin and droopy brown eyes.

You gave him a small smile, and let him lead the way to HR. It was a few floors down so you had to take the elevator. It was a slow ride down.

“What’s your name by the way?”

“I’m ____. Just got hired.”

“Min Yoongi. You already know that though. I’m a financial analyst.”

“Sounds cool. How long have you been working here?”

“I was hired last year. I’m assuming you know Seokjin?”

“Yeah, I’m his best friend.”

The conversation came to an awkward pause. Thankfully, the elevator arrived on your floor and Yoongi led you to the office of Jung Hoseok before heading off in the other direction.

Jung Hoseok was seated behind a desk; his eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of him. He glanced away from his computer to focus on you and smiled.. Everyone here at Persona seemed to have easygoing smiles and it helped settle any uneasiness you had about accepting the job and getting to know your new co-workers. You had rarely interacted with any of your former coworkers outside of meetings. You hoped to change that.

“I’m assuming you’re ___? I have the paperwork on that table over there. Salary information, bank information, the usual. Please fill it out and I will have you as an employee in no time. Take as much time as you need--I won’t be going anywhere soon.”

The paperwork was easy to fill out, taking only a few minutes of your time. You would be paid more than what you were being paid at your former job. You had thirteen vacation days and thirteen sick days, totaling twenty-six days in all for you to take care of yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually been able to stay home from work for even having a rough day. There was an employee handbook at the end of the stack that you would take home and read.

“I’m done.”

Hoseok startled, having forgotten you were in the room from how silent you were. You handed him the papers and promptly sat back down, avoiding all conversation with him. He reminded you of everything you didn’t want in coworkers.

It took him at least twenty minutes to get you into the system. He turned to you with the prettiest smile on his face.

“Congratulations! You’re now an employee of Persona. I’ll have an ID ready for you tomorrow when you come in. I’ll meet you in Namjoon’s office.”

Working with Namjoon was poles apart from working with your old boss. He didn’t give you an ungodly amount of work to do just because he could. He let you catch up on the work that had yet to be completed by his intern and gave you enough time to plan the toy drive.

You’d get so into your work, you’d lose track of time and he would have to guide you out of the office to eat lunch. He treated you to many lunches on several occasions always saying it was in his best interest to keep his assistant fed. You felt it was for more than that.

Namjoon was very attractive and was definitely your type. Boss-employee relationships only worked out in fanfictions and movies unfortunately. And there was the small detail of the employee handbook strictly advocating for non-relations in the office.

You’d discern a hint of flirtiness whenever he complimented your outfit for the day. Of course, you thanked him. But you refused to flirt back. There was no point in indulging in the flirting game. He was your boss and that’s all he would be for as long as you had this job.

Biting into a sandwich that you brought for lunch, you go over the email once more. It was an email for the employees of the company to donate any toy they could. The deadline was the 24th considering everyone had Christmas off. A week and then the children could have a special Christmas filled with toys and cheer. You only needed Namjoon to approve it and send it off. You had asked Park Jimin, who was part of the marketing team, to create little animations for you. They were the cutest things ever and made the email a lot more friendlier. A snowman waved, there was snowfall, and even Santa bringing a toy to a child. Jimin had completely outdone himself for you.

Namjoon would be back from lunch in a couple of minutes, so you decided to sit in his office and wait for him. It was only next door to your office so you didn’t mind and you could straighten up his filing while you were in there.

Soon you were lost in the work of rearranging his file system. It was weird to see that man was usually always well-kept, but his organization skills were a little lackluster. No wonder he hired you on the spot. A picture was at the bottom of the file cabinet--Namjoon didn’t want everything to be on the computer for emergencies. Picking it up, you see a dimpled child with his arms around what you assumed was his mother. His face was covered in chocolate but you knew that it was a young Namjoon. They were sitting at a table filled with different foods and you could make out a Christmas tree in the background. A familiar tree.

You had spent many hours and years in front of that tree. It belonged to your mother’s shelter. Your favorite ornament to hang on it was a Strawberry Shortcake ornament that your father had given you before the three of you moved to South Korea. That's how you recognized the tree. The ornament hung low from the Christmas tree exactly where you always put it. Namjoon had been there. You couldn’t remember ever meeting him considering you always spent your Christmases in the shelter with the families.

You would have recalled seeing dimples as deep as his.

A tiny gasp alerted you that you were being nosey.

“Namjoon! I’m sorry. I was just re-organizing the cabinet. I didn’t mean to pry..but I found out something you might want to hear.”

“And what would that be?” His tone wasn’t angry but it still had a little attitude.

“You used to stay at my mom’s shelter. Small world,” you started to giggle before realizing what exactly his and his mother’s staying truly meant. “Maybe you don’t want to hear that.”

To your astonishment, Namjoon smiled at you. A small one but your heart still fluttered. He wasn’t entirely mad at you.

“Yeah. When Seokjin mentioned you for the position, I instantly recognized your name. I wanted to hire you right then. You had been so nice to me and my mother that it stuck with me for all these years. Obviously you don’t remember me as much as I remember you though.”

“It’s probably because I’ve been so focused on the toy drive. I really want to surprise them this year. It’s the most I can do to show them that they’re not completely alone in the world. That people are thinking of them and want to help them.” “And I think this gesture would make everyone happy. I know I would have loved something like this.”

“And I would have gladly given it to you. But I was only ten years old at the time. But for right now, I need you to approve this mass email that advertises the donations of toys.”

Namjoon let out a guttural laugh and sat in his chair to review the email.

It was the 24th--the final day of the donation drive. Your co-workers had been dropping off toys since the email went out. The storage room on your floor was filled to the brim and you were beyond ecstatic. There were doll-houses, kitchenettes, monster trucks, board games, painting sets, bicycles (with the training wheels), and even things for the older kids staying at the shelter. Namjoon had thought some of the toys could even go to another shelter in the city. You decided to pick a homeless shelter knowing there were a few kids there as well.

Namjoon had helped you rent a truck for the day that would aid in loading and transporting the toys across the city to the shelters. Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi, and the new intern, Taehyung, had offered to help as well. You were grateful for the help and thanked each of them for giving up a portion of their Christmas to help you deliver the toys.

Loading the truck took hours as there were many toys. You treated everyone to a few drinks and dinner for all the help they were giving you.

“Here’s to seeing the smiling faces on the children tomorrow when we deliver the toys!”

Throwing back the shot glass of soju, you whooped and whistled along with the men around you. The plan wasn’t to drink too much as you had to be up bright and early in order to deliver the toys to both shelters in time before the children woke up.

The shelter leaders had already promised to try and keep them from going near the tree before nine that morning.

After eating, you all made your way to your cars--of course you had back with Seokjin and Jungkook. You reminded everyone to meet at the office. You and Namjoon would be driving the truck, while everyone else trailed after you in their cars.

The morning could not come soon enough for you.

Waking up wasn’t hard for you at all. The exhilaration coursing through your body was enough to get you to hop off the bed and into the showers without so much as a grown. The bonnet you had placed on your head the night before had kept your hair in tip top shape as usual. You could always trust a bonnet.

Finger combing out the curls that had flattened a little through the night, your afro soon came to its puffy and natural state of bouncy curls.

You rushed to put on the ugly sweater outfit you had bought for this occasion before rushing out of the door, colliding into Jungkook and Jin. They, like you, were excited for the day ahead of you.

The three of you packed yourself into Jin’s car and blasted Mariah Carey’s Christmas album for the short ride to Persona.

The rest of your group was already waiting for you. Jimin had made hot chocolate for the lot of you, and after a brief moment of making sure the toys were all packed into the truck, Namjoon and you climbed into the front seats, and took off.

Namjoon was singing off-key to ‘What Do the Lonely Do on Christmas’--a classic love of yours--creating a symphony of giggles from you. The Christmas cheer was big in all of you, especially the tall giant that is Namjoon. He was showing a much goofier side of him that you would have loved to see more of in the office. The man was carefree most of the time,but he always held this air of seriousness. You couldn’t help but wonder if his childhood had created some of that.

The shelter was slowly moving into your vision as you got closer and closer. You heartbeat picked up, realizing just how much you missed being here with your mom and dad. They were some of the best memories you could ever have. However, your mom began to think that the shelter wasn’t the best place for you to grow up in and made you stay with your father at home or in his office. You had always come back, but it was always too crowded and the children never wanted to play with you since you were in high school. You thought it was because they couldn’t relate to you since you hadn’t been in their position.

Namjoon pulled into the drive of your mother’s shelter, parking the car to where the trunk faced the door for easy access.

Your mother was waiting for you at the front door and gave you a tight hug.

“Hey baby girl! I’ve been waiting for you. The kids are going to love waking up to these.”

“I know Mama,’ you turned to introduce the boys. A bashful Namjoon was already behind you.

“I’m not sure if you remember but this is Kim Namjoon. He used to stay here.”

It took your mother a minute to recognize him. He had grown up so much from the scrawny little one he used to be. Always hiding under his mother unless he was playing with you.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Kim Namjoon. Son of Kim Eunha. Boy, look at you! Come here and give me a hug,” your mother said, her southern drawl prominent in her voice. She pulled Namjoon into a hug, making the huge man blush a deep red.

Holding back a giggle, you stuttered, “Mama! Mama! Let him go. We gotta get the toys out the truck or the kids are going to see nine Santas putting toys under the tree. And it’ll just ruin everything.”

“You’re right. But I won’t be helping,” she laughed. “Y’all have fun with that. Imma go make some cookies.”

You shook your head, laughing. Namjoon was laughing as well, indicating he remember just how boisterous your mother could be.

“It’s a black mother thing,” you told him.

Unloading the toys didn’t take as long as loading them did to all of your surprise. The toys that were to be taken to the other shelter stayed in. Namjoon and you were staying here while the rest of the boys took those.

The living room of the shelter was filled with toys for the little girls and boys, and you couldn’t be happier. For years, it had only been a few toys under there. Most of them had been from your family but you couldn’t afford too many.

Your ornament on the tree was in the same place it always was. It was slowly losing a few of its colours, but Strawberry Shortcake could still be made out.

“The famous Strawberry Shortcake. You know, I asked you if I could put it on the year I stayed here. You let me.”

The memory popped up as soon as he said it.

You were both tired from running around in the snow for hours until Jack Frost started nipping at your noses. You only had enough energy to fix up the tree. Namjoo had asked to put it on, and you almost threw a fit before recalling why he was here. You obliged, and saw how happy it made him.

“I did. You looked so happy. I think I wanted to kiss you.”

“We did. Right under that mistletoe.”

Blushing, you turned towards where Namjoon pointed and saw the old mistletoe your father put out to trick your mother into kissing him. He put it in the same place knowing she would stop right under it: the entrance to the kitchen.

“Oh wow. Why am I just now remembering that. We had no idea what we were doing and you even bit me!”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you totally bit me,” the shriek of laughter you let out was enough to wake the entire shelter, but the memory was too amusing. How had you forgotten it?

Before he could think of apologizing for the mishap and offer to re-do it, the laughter and shrieks of children waking up and bounding down the stairs interrupted the both of you.

“Santa came! Santa came! Wow! Look a bike!”

Various gasps and squeals exploded through the living room. The mothers all had cups of hot chocolate, holding back tears of appreciation. Some of the older kids noticed the tablets that had been laid out on the “big kid” table and were soon immersed in figuring out who would get what.

Your heart squeezed seeing all the happiness unfold around you. This was what you wanted. Just a day for the children and mothers to have a little hope.

You picked up a gift that you had bought personally the day after seeing that Namjoon had stayed at the shelter. You had lied and said that you hadn’t remembered everything. But you remembered this one.

“Namjoon!” You held out the present for you. It was wrapped in spiderman paper wrapping but it was all you had left.

He tore it open with vigor and let out a tiny gasp seeing what it was.

“You remembered?”

“Yep. It was my pinky promise before I left. I always keep my promises.”

It was a leather notebook with a fountain pen. It was something that he could easily buy himself but you recollected the exact conversation you had years ago before leaving the shelter.

“Oh, you’re leaving ___?”

“Yeah,” you kicked at a frozen rock, “Mama thinks it’s not safe for me to be here right now. So I’ll be spending time with my Dad in his office from now on. I’ll still come here though. This place means a lot to me. “

“Cool. I won’t be after next week though. My mom finally found a place for the two of us.”

“Aw, I’ll miss you. You owe me another kiss.”

“”And I’ll miss you. I promise you another kiss if you promise me a leather book with a fountain pen.”

The surprised look on your face made him laugh.

“Uhm, why a leather book with a fountain pen?”

“I want to be a business owner one day. A leather book and fountain pen are fancy and I’ve seen your dad use one.” “It keeps him organized according to Mama. But I doubt it. Dad would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body.”

You both laughed and pinky promised.

As much as you didn’t like boss-relationships, you had known Namjoon since your childhood technically. And you would like to get to know him more. Obviously your relationship was going to bloom had you two not been separated.

Not to mention, he had let you finish the toy drive. Had it not been for him remembering who you were and loving your idea, you wouldn’t have been able to do it. Working for him was a Christmas miracle if you said so yourself.

It was meant to be.

“I think you owe me something now.”

Namjoon placed both of his hands on your hips, bringing you in closer to him. His smile showed you the dimples you had come to love to see.

“I promise this time with no biting.”

Namjoon’s index and thumb lifted your chin up and his soft lips pressed against yours.

Around you, the kids were tumbling around with their new toys and the teenagers were still fussing over the electronics.

But the kiss is all that mattered.

Merry Christmas to you.

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Ny Början- Chapter 1

Pairing: André Burakovsky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut, hockey violence, domestic violence (in the beginning), idk probs more.

Summary: With the help of a group of unsuspecting heroes you are saved from a toxic relationship. One of your saviors goes above and beyond anything you could ask for. A friendship is forged and after awhile feelings happen. Could ths be your happy ending?

A/N: Hi I’m trash and this idea has rolled around in my head for w e e k s. I’ve played hockey for a really long time and the Avs are my team... Burky happens to be my hockey crush so I figured I would share this. IDK what it is but this challenged me a lot and I can’t write a guys perspective to save my life ffs. Dialogue is hard my doods. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Going to the club was the last thing you wanted to do. Between working two jobs and trying to stay on top of your classes it didn’t leave much free time and you didn’t want to spend that sparse time dealing with drunk people and loud music. Your boyfriend, Matthew, had insisted that this was exactly what you needed after the week you had. At this point you both had been there long enough to see friends call it a night and you were pretty sure that Matthew was one drink away from making a fool out of himself.

“Matt, can we please go?” you asked, hoping that he would finally agree.

“Loosen up! We never get to spend time together. Let’s enjoy this!” he practically yelled.

“We’ve been here long enough. It’s late and I have an early shift tomorrow.” you urged. At this point you wanted to go home, get out of this dress and crawl into bed. Nothing at this bar held your attention. Matt’s had grabbed your arm, his face inches from yours.

“I said no. We’re not going anywhere. I’m not finished here.” he ground out.

The look on his face left little room for argument and was quite scary. Matt was usually a nice guy, the perfect boyfriend, but after drinking he could become a totally different person. Matt had never hit you but the emotional toll it took on you could be just as painful as a physical blow. After the week you’ve had of working 12-14 hour days just to come home and clean before passing out just to do it all over again made you throw all caution to the wind. You wanted to go home for fucks sake, not be here.

You snached your arm from his grip, looking him in the eyes, “I’m tired, I’m going home. You can stay if you want but I’m not.”

Before he could say anything you spun on your heels and marched out the side door that led to a less busy street. You hoped this would give you some peace and quiet as you ordered your Uber. Just as you tapped the app to get an Uber the door behind you swung open. Matt stumbled through the doorway and onto the sidewalk with you.

“You can’t leave me,” he said.

“Matt, I’m going home to sleep. I don’t care what you do.”

“I said no!” he roared. Before you could comprehend what was happening your head snapped back and you were pushed against the outside wall of the bar. The brick dug into your skin as you tried to struggle against the hands holding you there.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me you bitch.” he said as his fingers dug into your throat, “If I tell you to do something you fucking do it!”

Panic seized your chest as his hands circled around your throat. The throbbing in your head forgotten about as your fight or flight instincts kicked in. You tried to kick him as hard as you could but it seemed like he wasn’t phased at all by it. Your hands grabbed onto his, your fingernails digging into his skin trying to get any distance between his hands and your throat. Just as spots began to dance around your vision the same door you both had exited from swung open and a group of people spilled out.

Before you could try and scream for help one of them turned around and spotted you. His face went from relaxed and playful to murderous in seconds. You didn’t have time to gather your thoughts before he was charging both of you, shoving Matt off of you. You fell to the ground in a pile, your muscles felt like jello but your brain screamed at you to run. Looking up at the situation happening in front of you all you could see was the back of the stranger that had come to your rescue. His friends had caught on quick and made it over to stand around you too, like shields between you and Matt, as you gathered yourself.

“Is there a problem?” One of them said, the voice sounded like it came from the one that had charged Matt but your brain couldn’t comprehend everything that was happening.

Matt stumbled to his feet before looking at the mystery men. “Mind your business” he slurred.

“I don’t think so. You want to get to her, you have to go through us.” a voice called out.

For a moment it looked like Matt was considering it. His eyes scanned each guy before landing on you.

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” he yelled before turning around and making his way back into the bar.

The door didn’t have time to shut all the way before one of your saviors crouched down in front of you. His hazel eyes searched your face, “ Are you okay?” he asked

As much as you wanted to tell him your entire body felt weighed down, you bit back your weakness,

“I’m fine.” you said as you began to try and stand. It took a couple tries to get your feet under you. You tried to use what energy you had to stand, you were nearly there when your legs went to give out. Hands caught you around your waist and pulled you the rest of the way up.

“You don’t look fine” the mystery man said and he held onto you, carrying the majority of your weight. “Look, let me get you somewhere safe and I can take you home”

You looked at him, searching his face for dishonesty. At this point you figured that someone, or a group of people, that came to your rescue surely couldn’t be bad people. You silently agreed for his help with a nod of your head.

The rest of the time you spent with the group of them went by in a blur. They all talked amongst themselves in whispers, every now and then you caught words. At one point you caught the name “André” and you assumed this was the name of the guy holding you up. Before long a car pulled to the curb and your stranger opened the door for you before helping you inside. None of the other guys followed so you assumed they were getting their own Uber.

The ride was silent for a few moments before his voice broke through, “I’m André by the way”

“Y/N”

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” he said.

You looked at him and nodded, whispering a “thank you” as you settled into the seat. You shouldn’t feel comfortable about going home with a guy you just met outside a bar but for some reason you felt safe with him. He gave off a genuine arua of concern and wanting to help. Before you could think about it too much your world faded to black and you let your exhausted and battered body rest.

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Having a night off from hockey was rare. What was even more rare was being able to have a guys night with some of the team. Most of the time when games weren’t being played or practice were being held, everyone would go their own ways. Some would spend time with their significant other, some would spend time alone or some would visit family if the break was long enough.

Tonight a few of us had decided to let loose and bar hop across Denver. Usually this time of year the weather was starting to get cooler which made bar hopping more of a chore. Tonight however, the weather was perfect which gave us plenty of reason to have some fun.

The first bar we went to was picked by Miko. He said this was the best bar in Denver with the hottest chicks so more than a few in our group were eager to get there.

The outside of the building was modern with sleek black walls and the walls that weren’t stone were see-through glass. Through the windows we could see people dancing with lights strobing through the air.

We quickly made our way inside and were ushered to a VIP section, one of the many perks of playing professional sports was getting recognized when out since it usually led to getting a more private area. The captain of the team was with us so of course we were bound to be recognized.

We all bounced around from group to group chatting and drinking. Some of the guys had found partners to dance with while the rest of us just hung out. Time passed and we all were eventually some level of intoxicated, some more than others. Nate brought up the idea of heading to the Pur, a rooftop bar with a chill atmosphere. A group of us thought that was a great plan. The constant bass and flashing lights got old as the night wore on.

The five of us; Gabe, Nate, Miko, Gru and myself headed toward the back door. We hoped we could escape quietly and back doors were usually best for doing that.

The heavy door swung shut behind us as we spilled into the cool Denver night. A noise caught my attention, turning my head to see who else was out here, I was met with a scene I wasn’t expecting. A man had a woman pinned to the side of the building. Her feet dangled off of the ground and her hands gripped his that were circling around her throat. Time seemed to stop and instinct took over as I rushed to them. Before I could comprehend what I was doing my fist was sailing through the air, connecting with the man's face before he fell to the ground. The girl slumped to the side of the building in a heap. Concern for her swam through my body but I knew this guy had to leave before I could help her.

The man stumbled to his feet. By now the guys had joined me, putting ourselves between the pair.

“Is there a problem?” Gave asked

“Mind your business” the man mumbled.

Rage burned through my body and it took everything in me to not pummel this guy.

“I don’t think so.” I called out.

The man took a moment. His eyes scanned each one of us. He must have eventually decided he was outnumbered and didn’t want to take his chances.

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” He yelled before stumbling through the door we had just come out of. Relief flooded me now that we didn’t have a fight on our hands. A whimper from behind me had me turning and dropping to my knees.

“Are you okay?” I asked. My eyes scanned over her checking for major injuries. Her breathing hitched as she tried to push herself up to stand. Halfway up her legs seemed to give way. Before she could tumble to the ground I grabbed her, hauling her to her feet and holding as much of her weight as I could.

Her hands tangled in my shirt holding on for dear life. There’s no way she would be able to make it home and I didn’t trust leaving her like this with a stranger. Looking around the group of guys, Gabe was the first to speak up.

“What’s your plan? Get an Uber?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think I will take her to my place. I have a spare room she can sleep in and she can figure out something in the morning”

The guys nodded in agreement. No one wanted to leave her alone right now. Especially not with her angry boyfriend, or ex boyfriend I hope, on the loose.

“I’ll get you guys an Uber,” Gru piped up.

“Thanks” I muttered, turning my attention back to the girl clinging on to me.

The rest of the wait was quiet. No one talked about going anywhere else for the night. I’m sure at this point everyone wanted to go home and decompress from what had happened. Before long the Uber pulled up and I shuffled us around to open the door. With some adjustments I was able to sit her down and close the door before nodding to the guys and making my way around the car to climb in beside her.

The driver took off immediately, glancing in the rear view mirror between the two of us. We didn’t make it far before i turned to her,

“I’m André by the way”

Her sad eyes met mine and for a moment I didn’t think she would say anything until I heard a whisper.

“Y/N”

Her voice sounded awful and the emotion behind her eyes told me how exhausted she really was.

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” I told her.

She looked at me again before croaking out a “thank you”. The rest of the ride was quiet. Once we arrived at my place I figured out why it was quite. At some point during the drive Y/N must had fallen asleep, her head was leaning against the window and her body was curled right around herself.

I climbed out of the car and went to her side. Carefully I opened the door, catching her head when it went to fall. Surprisingly she didn’t wake so I slid my arms under her lifting her out of the car and pulling her against my chest.

Unlocking the door and navigating through my apartment while carrying another person was harder than I would have imagined. I made it to my guest room and laid her on the bed. Not wanting her to wake up uncomfortable I took her shoes off before covering her with blankets and shutting the door on my way out.

I settled on the couch with a beer from the fridge before releasing the breath that seemed stuck in my chest. The last thing I thought about before drifting off was the broken girl sleeping in the other room.

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Tension

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Warnings - alcohol

Summary - After two months away for work, Frankie comes home and neither of you are sure where you stand with one another.

You and Frankie had been on two dates before he got the phone call.

Being friends with Will and Benny you knew how it worked. Frankie phoned you the morning after your second date asking if he could come over to talk, wanting to tell you to your face. He sat down and after taking his hat off and fixing his hair more times than you could count he told you he really liked you but he had to go away for work and didn’t know how long it would be for. He asked for your email and if it was okay to message while he was away, which of course you agreed to.

You had only seen Frankie in person a handful of times but after the two months of emailing back and forth you had told him more about yourself than you had told anyone before - the good, the bad and the ugly.

He had opened up to you as well, putting his thoughts into words in a way he could never do until talking to you. Some days his emails were lighthearted, telling you about when he was younger and got chased by cows after taking a short cut across a farmer’s field one day after school. Other days the emails were short, only asking questions about you, and you could tell something bad had happened. You would try to cheer him up by sharing funny stories, like how you were on the phone to the internet company for an hour the other day before realising that it wasn’t plugged in properly.

You finally got an email saying that he was due to come home the next week and asked if it was okay to you phone when he was. You couldn’t stop the butterflies swarming inside you at the thought of finally getting to see him again. With every email that had been shared, you began to fall harder and faster for him

The same day you got an email from Benny, saying that they were planning on going to the local bar the weekend after they arrived home and you should join. He told you how much Will and him had been missing you, adding at the end the fact Frankie couldn’t stop talking about you. This pushed you over the edge and nothing could take your smile off of your face all week. Frankie’s face was as fresh in your mind now as it was the minute he left your house two months ago and you couldn’t wait to see it again.

Frankie didn’t call though. Not the first day, the second, or even the third. You knew it was probably because he was tired, he had been away working for two months and would be wanting some rest, but you couldn’t help the thoughts sneaking into your mind as you got ready to head to the bar that maybe he didn’t call because he changed his mind about you. That when he finally came home he realised he didn’t want to meet up with you in that way again.

After taking a couple of shots and ordering an Uber you finally had the confidence to go to the bar. When you got there you could hear the loud laughs travelling from the back of the bar and knew everyone else was already here. As you walked to the table you could see Will with his arm around his fiancé, Pope and his girl, Benny in the corner, and right in the middle - Frankie. You couldn’t help the smile that broke onto your face at the sight of him, your cheeks feeling like they could split if it became any wider.

His face was just as handsome as you remembered. His eyes were dark brown but gentle, holding a softness in them despite everything he had seen over the years. They were surrounded by soft lines at the side, from where his face crinkled as he laughed. His nose, so strong on his face, you were sure it had been carved by marble. Then his lips, so soft and plump, holding the remainder of perfect smile that had been on his face from laughing with the rest of the group.

Frankie could feel your presence. He had spent about an hour choosing what to wear tonight, something he never usually gave much thought to. He fixed his hair more times than he could count but when remembering how on your second date you said you liked him in a hat, he popped his favourite one on top of his messy hair. He even looked out the cologne that on your first date you complimented when your head rested on his shoulder as the both of you sat on the bed of his truck. Finally getting to see your face after two months made his cheeks flush and heart stop.

His head shot up before anyone else realised you were approaching, making your breath hitch in your throat. Frankie’s eyes never left you as you made your way through the crowded bar. He knew he was falling for you hard but seeing your bright smile and caring eyes one more time made him land head first in love with you.

When you finally reached the table you greeted the boys before your eyes finally fell on him

“Hi Francisco,” you waved, now feeling awkward standing in front of the man you knew you had fallen in love with but who hadn’t spoke to you since his last email a week and a half ago.

He stood quickly with your name spilling out of his mouth, nearly knocking over the beer in front of him as he did, “What do you want to drink?”

“It’s okay, let me get it!” you tried to protest, but he was already making his way from behind the table.

You motioned to the bottle of beer he held, saying you would just have the same and before heading to the bar he pulled out a chair for you to sit at. While Frankie was at the bar, the rest of the boys started asking what you had been up to and began sharing the lighthearted stories from their time away.

When Frankie came back from the bar with two new beers in hand he decided to sit at the empty seat next to you. You looked over at him, thanking him for the drink with a smile and he felt his whole stomach turn. How one person could make him feel so safe and warm was beyond him.

The night went in fast, with all the stories being shared but Frankie spent more time watching you than listening to anyone else. He watched the way your nose crinkled as you laughed. How you covered your face to hide yourself from cringing at one of the many embarrassing stories they told about Benny. The way that, every so often, you would turn and offer him a soft smile, making his heart swell and cheeks flush.

He spent the whole night thinking about what to say to you. He wanted to phone you as soon as he was home but didn’t know what to say. It didn’t help that the more time that went on, the more he worried you might not even want to go on a date with him now he was home.

The bar quietened down as the night went on, until you were one of the few tables left. Realising the time, you took our your phone to book a taxi but when the app opened Frankie placed a hand on your thigh. As the night went on you and both moved closer and closer together, but neither of you brave enough to make the final move so that you were touching until now. You felt a buzz of electricity move through your body from where his warm hand was resting on your leg.

“I.. I uh... can drive you home if you want?” he asked, his free hand going to rub the back of his neck as he said so.

“That would be lovely, Frankie, thank you,” you replied.

Frankie stood first, lifting your jacket and helping you put it on. One thing you had noticed about Frankie was that he was ever the gentleman. Constantly opening doors for you, pulling out chairs, asking if it was okay before he placed a soft kiss on your lips at the end of your first date.

You had only shared one other kiss after he dropped you off at the end of your second date but you hadn’t stopped thinking about his lips since. They had been so soft and gentle against yours. His hands, that you had noticed were slightly rough and scarred, were somehow delicate as they had rested on your hip and cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about his lips on yours all night, how much you had wanted him to lean over and place a needy kiss to your lips.

As you headed out to his truck, he placed his hand on the small of your back to lead you in the right direction before picking up his pace so he could open the passenger door for you.

The ride back to yours was quiet, with only the sound of the radio playing some soft rock breaking the silence. Frankie had so much he wanted to say but didn’t know how to do it. He opened and closed his mouth about twenty times between the bar and your house, the words failing to form.

When he pulled up outside your house, he turned to find you already looking at him. You had been going over every feature, ones you had only seen a few times before but missed so much.

Before you could stop them the words had already fallen from your tongue.

“Kiss me, Francisco,” you breathed.

In a swift movement he had undone both your seatbelts and brought your bodies closer together. One of his hands stayed on your thigh with the other gently placed on your jaw. Your hand gripped his arm tight, scared to let go of him again, with the other pulling the back of his neck until your faces were almost touching. You don’t know who leaned in first but your lips smashed against one another in a needy kiss. His grip on your thigh tightened and he pulled you so you were now sitting on his lap, glad that your house was far enough from any neighbours who could see what was happening. Once on his lap his tongue brushed over your lip before your mouth opened. You ripped the hat off his head, letting your fingers run through his messy curls, earning a groan from him in response.

When you eventually broke away from one another your breathing was heavy, your chests rising and falling with one another. Frankie pulled you in once again, this time softer, until your foreheads were pressed against one another.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for months,” he breathed out.

You placed a gentle kiss to his lips, “me too.”

You sat like that for a while, with his hands tracing up and down your sides and your hands cupping his face, taking in the handsome sight before you.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“’Cause I think it’s finally time I take you on our third date,” he chuckled.

You laughed with him, your chest tightening and how beautiful the sound of his laugh felt on your ears and moved off his lap, back to your seat to pick up your bag.

“I thought you were never going to ask,” you teased, your hand reaching up to softly scratch at the scruff along his jaw. He leaned into your palm, placing a soft kiss to it.

“Phone me tomorrow then?” you said.

He nodded and as you reached to open the car door his hand reached for yours to pull you back around to face him. He leaned in close again to place another soft kiss to your lip.

“Sorry, just needed one more,” he smiled.

You laughed and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“See you tomorrow, Fransisco.”

“Can’t wait,” he whispered back.

Waiting until you were inside safely and waving from your window, Frankie drove off, the smile never leaving his face the whole way home.

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mxmorganmorph · 3 years

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Things Change

“You are her sole survivor, Matthew.”

“I don’t know, a heart attack or something. It’s not like we could pay for an autopsy.”

“It’s okay, you’re going to have a great time! I’ll be right at home waiting for you, alright?”

“You want us to help pay for MORE schooling after you wasted your degree on fag studies?”

“I do this because of you. You did this to me.”

“Leave the pup alone. Because I says so, tha’s why!”

“Alright, we’ll help you. But there’s something you have to do for us in the meantime.“

“Don’t come home.”

“Matti, look at me. I know this is scary. But your Mother, she’s going to be alright. She’ll pull through. And even if she-- you will ALWAYS have me, do you understand, Matti? I will never, ever leave you. I promise.”

“Matthew Morgan, you are found guilty on all charges.”

Returning home had left Morgan in a fugue state, reliving memories that they had long since tried to bury. They came disjointed, out of order, and seemingly at random, with no particular trigger. Some moments they’d be cooking in the kitchen they grew up in, completely fine--while others they would just be getting the mail and a wave of grief would hit so hard, it would send them into hours long sobbing fits. They didn’t reach out to anyone--the only person they stayed in contact with was their real estate agent as they trudged through the process of selling their childhood home. As soon as an offer was made, they accepted it, wanting it out of their life as soon as possible.

Once there was nothing left for them, they returned to the only place they’d called home--Redwood Hollow. They stepped out of the Uber that had transported them back to the small town from the airport, lugging a pink suitcase behind them with one hand while the other hugged a manila folder tightly against their chest. They squinted and blinked at the rising sun, wishing they’d worn one of their hats with a brim, rather than their typical black beanie.

The cool morning breeze told them that the first hints of fall were beginning to descend upon the town, a stark reminder of just how long they’d really been gone. Selling a house turned out to be much more of a process than they’d originally intended, especially with the deteriorating state it had been left in. Especially with the deteriorating state they had been left in.

With a heavy sigh, they began forward in the direction of their apartment. The wheel on their luggage caught on an uneven crack in the sidewalk, causing them to lurch forward and drop the envelope they were holding. It tumbled to the ground, with several photos splaying out of the folder and onto the pavement. A small gasp passed their lips as they fell to their knees, starting to gather everything up.

The first picture they retrieved was of three people in front of an artificial, blue background. First was a woman in a white turtleneck and a deep navy dress layered on top. These colors were starkly contrasted by her long, vibrant, red hair that curtained down over her shoulders, framing her wrinkled but neatly made up face. The smile she wore was wide, crinkling the sides of her eyes that were also alit with joy. She had a hand on the shoulder of each of the people surrounding her. On her left was another woman, about the same height but with shorter, choppier, red hair and a much more plain style of clothing--a simple cardigan atop a blouse. Despite being clearly younger, she seemed just as aged as the first woman, with dark bags under her eyes and skin pulled taut across her face. The smile she wore was small and strained. Between both the women was a young child in a pale blue dress shirt and black pants, signatured by a bright blue bow tie and wild red hair that stuck out in every direction. The smile they wore was the only one that showed teeth, a bright and shining grin.

*CHK!*

As the camera clicked and flashed, the three individuals let their expressions drop, looking away from the photographer and stretching their stiff limbs.

“Are we almost done?” The short haired woman complained.

“Just a few more, Mia, this is important! This is the picture we’re going to use for the family holiday card!” The older woman responded, sounding and looking a lot more energetic than her counterparts.

“Jews don’t send holiday cards, Mom.”

“Well this one does. I think it’s a wonderful tradition and it gives us the chance to show all of our friends back home how we’re doing.”

“Yeah, and you ever notice how none of them ever send cards back? Your friends all think you’re crazy.”

“Oh, hush. Now get ready, just a few more.”

“A few more?! Fuck that, I’m taking a smoke break first,” she grumbled, giving a half-hearted wave as she pivoted and walked out the door. The older woman sighed before turning her attention to the young child, who was fussing with their bow tie.

“Matti, stop that!” She scolded.

“But Bubbe, it itchessss!” They whined back, lips puckering in a pout.

“Here, let me loosen it for you,” she replied, taking the bow in both of her hands and gently pushing it looser, all while rearranging it so that it still looked prim and proper. She then took the opportunity to begin running her hands through the child’s hair, smoothing it out and styling it.

“Bubbeeeeee!” The child whined again, though knew better than to try and wriggle from her grip.

“Hush. Don’t you want our friends to see what a handsome young man you’ve grown up to be?” She pulled her hands away and within seconds, their stringy hair popped back up to its original, wild state. She sighed again, but gave a weary smile. “Well, it’ll have to do. It’s important Matti, that we all look our very best. No matter what happens, you always have to smile.”

Despite everything they’d gone through, Morgan had made an effort to dress up coming back to Redwood Hollow. “Dress up” was probably a strong term for it, as they were in the usual, dark casual wear they were best known for out of their drag. They were no longer in the tank top and sweats they’d worn almost every day while at home, nor was their hair the unkempt mess that they’d let it grow to over the months. At the very least, it now stuck out in a styled fashion from beneath their beanie. In all regards, they looked exactly the same as the day they had left, as if nothing had happened at all. They hardly believed themselves to be a well-beloved figure in town that everyone missed, but they did know that at least a few people were going to ask where they’ve been and how they’ve been doing. Morgan had spent the entire trip home preparing and practicing these answers, putting on their best face and their most winning smile.

The next picture they retrieved was outdoors. The edges were lined with beautiful greenery and distinguished looking white marble buildings, which people in the background were walking through from every direction. In the center of the picture was a large and imposing fountain with lavish design, with water cascading from ivory statues. Standing in front of that fountain was a young individual with wild but much longer red hair pulled back behind their shoulders. Holding it all down was a wide brimmed square black cap with a golden tassle hanging from it, which matched the flowing black robes they were wearing and the golden cord that hung around their neck. They held their hands up in a dramatic and flourishing pose, teeth shining in a bright grin.

“Ooooh! This is all so exciting!” A much older woman called as she lowered the camera, motioning the other to approach her.

The young person lowered their arms with a sigh, their grin dropping into a much smaller, much more exhausted smile as they walked across the plaza, where many other gowned individuals were also getting their picture taken in front of the ostentatious landmark. Once together, the woman threw her arms around them, squeezing them tight.

“To think, my little Matti graduating college! And me, getting to witness it!” She chirped, squeezing them once more before finally letting go. “Now come on, show me the rest of your campus! It’s not every day I get to visit a prestigious university, you know.”

Responding only with a nod, they started leading her down the path towards one of the many buildings that surrounded the quad. As the two walked together, the woman glanced over at the other, who at this point had grown taller than her. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You’re being awfully quiet. What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing, Bubbe, I’m fine,” they replied, once again putting on that winning smile.

“Matti...” She warned. They shifted uncomfortably before finally sighing.

“Could Mom really not come?”

The woman looked surprised for a moment before her expression and gaze fell to the pavement. “Your Mother...she’s in one of her states right now,” she explained carefully, though they both knew what that really meant. Still, putting on her own smile, she looked back up at the other. “But she wanted me to let you know how very proud she is of you. And how much she wished she could’ve been here.”

“Right,” they replied, seemingly not convinced. They kept their gaze forward until they felt a hand on their shoulder, causing them to glance over.

“Regardless, I’M proud of you, Matti. What you’ve accomplished over these last few years is incredible and I need you to know that I recognize everything you’ve done to get here. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“I know.”

“...That’s not the only thing, is it?”

A heavy silence hung between them before they admitted, “I don’t want to go back home.”

The woman looked like she had just been struck, eyes wide in shock. As the confession sunk in, she swallowed hard and looked away. “...I see.”

“Bubbe, it’s not because of YOU,” they backpedaled, stumbling over their words. “It’s just-- It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to graduate, get a job, get my own place, start my own life. I was going to rent myself a nice apartment that I could dress up in whatever way I liked and have you come visit and see how much progress I’ve made. I’m not supposed to just-- move back home. If I was going to end up back where I started, why did I even bother getting a degree?”

“Matti...those things will still happen. You’ll find work, eventually.”

“Yeah, with a Queer Studies degree? If I can’t find work in my field in a liberal city like this, how the hell am I supposed to find anything back in West Virginia?” The woman’s mouth opened before closing again, not having an answer.

“...I wasted everyone’s time and money. I should’ve studied something useful,” they said when she didn’t respond. They felt a bony hand squeeze their shoulder.

“You studied something that you were passionate about and makes you happy. You learned so much more than me or your Mother ever could and regardless of what anyone thinks--you got an education. That counts for something.” This time, it was their turn not to respond, staring ahead.

“...And hey, if all else fails, you can always become a beautician just like your old Bubbe, eh?” She said, voice lilting upwards to try and lift the mood.

“Yeah,” they snorted, “I’m sure Mom will be thrilled at the idea of paying for even MORE schooling.”

“We can work something out. Whatever it is you want to do with your life, Matti, I’m positive you can make it happen.”

“That’s just it. I don’t know what I want to do.”

Morgan was now in possession of more money than they ever thought they’d see in their life. However, once it became clear to Redwood College that they wouldn’t be returning in time for the fall semester, the school eliminated their contract. They supposed it couldn’t be helped. They were just an adjunct after all, so it’s not like there was any reason to actually keep them around. Regardless, it was probably their time to go anyway. Sure, it was the first ever job they’d had in the field they actually studied, but they did NOT know how to be an educator. The fact that the college had even hired them at all with no educational background was a miracle in and of itself. In between the terrible essays, the lectures that only half the class listened to, and having to pull teeth to facilitate class discussion--them being a professor had not been working out. But now, with earning money to survive no longer being a concern, what were they supposed to do with themselves?

The last spilled picture that they gathered was much older than the previous two, worn and crinkled slightly from age. The faded photo was of a couple standing in the middle of a town square, their arms wrapped around each other. One was a woman with long, wavy red hair, an orange sundress, and a beaming grin. The man was much shorter and rounder, with wild, stringy brown hair that went in every direction and spectacles adorning his face. Beneath the photo in the white margins, written in pen, was “Matias and Miriam Morgan -- Sunset Plaza, 1969″

“Do you know why I called you in here, Matti?”

The young child stood in the middle of the room, trying to make themselves as small as possible, their head bent forward and their hands balled at their sides. They didn’t respond. The woman, sitting across from them at the end of her bed, sighed before reaching behind her and pulling out a photo frame. The green frame was cracked, split at the side and sticking out at an odd angle. Whatever broken glass there had been was cleared out and thrown away, leaving only a faded photo underneath. She held it up to show them.

“I found this stuffed beneath the couch, instead of on the mantle where it belongs. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The child once again did not respond. She waited a terse few moments.

“Matti, you can’t keep secrets from me. Come on, out with it.”

“...I was just playing,” they finally muttered, scuffing their shoe against the carpet.

“I see. And you thought if no one found out what you did, you wouldn’t get in trouble?”

No response. Finally, the woman’s stern demeanor softened as she shook her head and sighed. “You can’t just hide your problems and expect them to go away. When these things happen, you have to come to me, okay? I promise, you won’t get in trouble, as long as you’re open and honest with me. No matter how much you try to hide it, you’ll always get caught. Do you understand?”

They nodded. “I’m sorry, Bubbe.”

The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling as she did so. “I know, dear. It’s alright.” With that, she looked down, pulling the broken frame into her lap. Carefully unlatching the back, she let the photo slide out while putting the frame to the side. Next to her, the child climbed up on the bed, going to sit on the other side of her.

“Can I fix it?” They asked

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh no, but that’s okay. I’ll just buy a new frame.”

“Whose that?” They asked, pointing to the couple standing in the foreground of the photo.

“Why, that’s me and your Zaide.”

“That’s YOU?”

“What, you don’t recognize me?” She laughed. “I suppose I was a lot younger back then. Yep, that’s me alright, before your Mother was born. We lived in California, all the way on the other side of the country. Your Zaide was working in his office and I was working at a hair salon outside of town. Oh, but I wanted to open up my own salon in town so badly...this is where I planned on opening it,” she said, pointing to one of the buildings in the background. “The boutique that used to be there closed and they’d just put up the “For Rent” sign, when, well-- we had to move, and then Mia was born...” Her voice trailed off, fingers gingerly brushing over the photo. As the silence drew on, the child reached out and placed their tiny hand over hers, pulling her out of her trance. She looked down at them and smiled.

“But it’s all alright, because now I can be a beautician for my wonderful family. Speaking of, you could use a trim,” she said, bouncing some of their curls off her fingers. “I swear, you inherited your Zaide’s hair. Honestly, you’d just be better off wearing wigs. But come on, let’s see what we can do.“

Scooping them up in one arm and propping them against her hip, she brought them over to her vanity and placed them down before sliding the picture in the space where the mirror met the frame. As she started to gather her materials and tools, the child kicked their feet, staring at the photo with interest. The woman followed their gaze to the photo and her expression softened again, though this time there was a forlornness to it.

“You know, I really thought we were going to live there forever...” Her wistful voice trailed off as she reached out to grab the scissors. The child looked up at her in the mirror, tilting their head questioningly.

“What happened, Bubbe?”

The woman put one hand on the side of their head, tilting it back into place. “The same thing that always happens, Matti,” she said, taking the scissors to their fiery red hair and beginning to cut. “Things change.”

Morgan slid the gathered photos in with the rest in the manila folder, which they lowered to their lap. When they looked up, they realized they were facing Main Street, the end of which led to Town Hall and the main plaza. Lining the streets were countless businesses, many of which Morgan had frequented in the years they’d become acquainted with this small town. There was one though, that caught their eye.

It was an old, brick building with a large, dark window. The venue itself seemed to be completely empty, with a padlock on the door. Plastered on the glass was a large “For Rent” sign.

Morgan stared. They couldn’t...could they? They’d never finished beauty school, let alone knew the first thing about how to run a small business. Then again, they hadn’t known the first thing about being a professor either. They hadn’t known the first thing about being a drag queen, once upon a time.

They reached into their pocket and took out their phone, saving the number that was listed on the sign. Beauty school could be finished. Business management could be researched. Just like they’d learned to apply eyeliner and style wigs, they could learn the things they needed in order to fulfill their Bubbe’s dream. The dream she had abandoned in order to take care of her family. The family who one by one--including themselves--had let her down.

It was a direction in their life that they never could have predicted. Then again, their life’s journey had taken a lot of sharp turns that they didn’t expect. Every time, however, they adapted. They survived.

Things change. But this time, Morgan was ready for it.

#drabble #slur tw #abuse tw

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wantstoflyafraidtofall · 4 years

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CHAPTER 8 IS UP!

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Notes: Here it is! Chapter 8! It took me a while with school and the next chapters will most likely take some time as well, but I got it done and am going to work hard to get the rest done too! I would estimate around 4-5 more chapters, maybe 6 depending on how things work out.

Enjoy!

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“Sam?” Dean asked, confused.

He knew his brother had gotten back from his trip with Jess a few days ago but didn't expect for him to visit this soon. He’s trying to hide it, but Sam’s nervous, he keeps shifting his weight and tucking his princess hair behind his ear.

“Uhhh, am I interrupting something?” Sam questions, glancing between his brother and Cas.

“No, come in.” Cas says.

A tense feeling follows Sam inside the house. He is practically radiating with worry even though he is doing his best to hide it. Even Cas seemed a bit nervous. Did something happen?

They walk into the library and sit, the uncomfortable air following them and making their postures awkward and tense. A feeling of unease set into Dean’s stomach, he felt out of the loop.

Sam and Cas’s quick glances at each other made him squirm in his seat. They weren’t telling him something.

“So, what brings you to our humble dwelling?” Dean says nonchalantly, trying to hide his anxiety.

“Oh, uhm…” Sam traded another look with Cas, “I wanted to know if you wanted to come stay with Jess and I for a bit.”

“Why would I-”, It suddenly made sense. Sam, appearing unannounced the morning after the knife incident and asking Dean to leave with him.

He turned his attention to Cas who was growing extremely nervous. He met Cas’s eyes with a stone hard glare, Cas looked down at the floor guiltily.

“What the hell, Cas!” Dean hissed, “You called Sam to take me away like some teenager in detention!”

Cas was looking at him with wide, apologetic eyes, “Dean I-I-I’m sorry, but-”

“But what, Cas?” Dean rose from the chair, glaring down at him, “Does “let's figure this out” mean kicking me out and solving this on your own now?”

Sam rose from his chair and tried to angle himself in between Cas and Dean, “Dean, stop! He is just worried for your safety!”

“How much did you tell him, Cas!”

“He didn’t tell me anything other than he was worried about you, Dean! He said you would like to have the option to share what happened yourself.”

Dean was about to yell again but held back. He took a step back from his brother and housemate, turning away from them. He took a deep breath and sighed, letting his shoulders relax.

He knew this was going to happen. He knew Cas would get rid of him one way or another. Everyone gets rid of him one way or another.

They see how broken he is, how he can't be fixed, how he is just a mess of problems in a pretty package. And then they get rid of him like a hand-knit sweater from your grandma that you would never wear.

“I guess I should go pack.” Dean said as he began walking out of the room.

A hollow feeling ate away at Dean while he packed his duffel with a week's worth of clothes. He didn't know how long he would be gone but he would just wash and re-wear the stuff he brought.

He was grabbing some shirts from the dresser when he heard footsteps behind him. He knew who it was without turning around and a burst of annoyance flared in his chest.

“Dean?” Cas said quietly.

“That’s me.” Dean replied, not looking towards the doorway where Cas stood.

“I...I’m sorry. I’m just worried that I can’t protect you. That you’ll get hurt. I know you're mad but I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Yeah, well next time you should maybe ask what I think before getting my brother to take me away.” Dean turned to see Cas, shoulders slumped, tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes.

He felt a pang of hurt when he saw the tears in Cas’s eyes but that was just added to the pain he already felt from being abandoned again and ended up just adding more fuel to the fire.

Dean turned away and zipped up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and walking past Cas without making eye contact. He walked down the stairs, limping slightly on his bad leg with each step.

Sam was waiting by the door looking at Dean with a muddled expression, something between apologetic, nervousness, and relief. He walked past him and looked for Sam’s car. The only car was Baby, meaning Sam took an Uber down.

Dean walked over to Baby, tossing his bag in the back before settling in the front passenger seat. Sam wasn't going to let him drive right now but Dean didn't have room to care right now.

He waited a minute for Sam to finish his goodbyes to Cas before he saw the door of the house open and his moose of a brother clomp down the stairs.

Sam got in the driver's seat and started up the car, slowly pulling out of the driveway. Dean risked one last look at the house, catching sight of Cas standing forlornly on the porch, cheeks still damp with drying tears.

He curled into himself, looking out the window at the trees and houses passing by with glassy eyes. Trying to keep everything stuffed inside again, just like always.

He felt numb, his body seemed so heavy. Was he really going to lose everything again?

Dean knows he’s broken. He sees how everyone looks at him and treats him like if you push him too hard, he will break.

Honestly, he feels like that himself sometimes. He feels like he’s hanging on by his fingertips, hanging on for the sake of others and not himself. That the reason he is still here is because he can't leave Sam with the burden of a lost brother.

And Cas, he had helped Dean. When he was slipping, when he almost fell, Cas was there holding him close. Taking him off the ledge where he hung so he could sit on top, looking at the view.

Guess he was wrong. Cas was just being a nice person. Paying for his stay with actions, nothing more than that. He didn't really care.

Dean let himself open up again, let his walls down, just to be reminded of why he built them so high in the first place. And now those walls are so, so broken. Practically dust blowing in the wind. There is nothing to rebuild and nothing protecting him from himself.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek. And another. And soon he was silently sobbing, his body shaking with the effort to hold it in.

Sam kept nervously glancing at his brother, not sure what to do. Not sure how to fix this. He couldn't fix Dean’s past so he doesn't even know how to try now.

They continue driving. They drive further and further away from Cas and the house. Further from Charlie and Kevin and Gilda. Further from the fish pond and amazing kitchen. Further away from home.

He knew this was coming so why did it hurt so bad?

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Dean tossed his bag onto the floor by the dresser and looked around the dark guest room. There was a small closet and bathroom to the right and a queen bed centered on the back wall.

He didn't turn on the light when he closed the door and made his way to the bathroom, flipping on the dim shower light, filling the small bathroom with a yellow glow.

When he was sent home, he had spent days sleeping and recuperating here. He spent weeks in that bed, showering in this bathroom, and now he's back again, still broken, maybe more than before.

He thought he was getting better. That he could go have his own house and take care of himself and become a functioning member of society.

He just seemed to be going in circles. Never escaping his past, always returning to the same places, same ideas. He’s 24 but his life is basically already over. Why did he ever think it would end?

Dean slowly stripped out of his clothes and brushed his teeth, the actions were muscle memory and required no thought. Dean flopped down onto the bed, his mind empty and body heavy.

He felt so empty. Alone.

When will it stop?

~~~

The phone started ringing again. Dean rolled over in his burrito of blankets to check the name. He saw Charlie’s number and sighed. She has called him at least 3 times a day since he left but today the count is up to 7.

He declines the call and rolls back over to face the laptop, un-pausing his episode Doctor Sexy MD.

It’s been 5 days since he left. 5 days and not a single call from Cas. 5 days of sitting in Sam’s guest room doing nothing other than watching TV and moping. 5 days of Sam nagging him about his health and needing to eat more and get out of bed.

Dean gets where Sam is coming from, he knows that this isn't healthy and that he might feel a bit better if he got up, but he doesn't want to. He knows that as soon as he stops, as soon as he gives himself one second to breath, the thoughts will come right back.

It’s either non-stop movement or no movement. He tried non-stop after Lisa and that didn't help so Dean’s going with option 2. Which isn't any better if he’s being honest.

Lisa was only his girlfriend for a few years during and after high school but when she left him it still hurt. It hurt so much.

“Dean, you're just not the one for me. You're a great guy but I can't be with you while you're across the world fighting on a battlefield, I just can't,” Lisa had said, “Good bye, Dean.”

The words were like a blow to the stomach and had Dean careening off track. It took him almost 3 months to get back on his feet and join the military. He was a marine, like his dad.

That blow was nothing to what he felt now. He felt like he had been stabbed over and over and now was just lying on the floor, bleeding out while everyone watched.

He can’t stop thinking about Cas. The days they spent in the library reading, when they would sit in the back yard watching the fish and talking, nights where Dean would cook dinner while Cas watched from the island, being wrapped in Cas’s arms every night, how they had almost kissed, how Cas sent him away.

After everything, Cas still doesn't want him.

No one wants him.

There was a gentle knock on the door before a beam of light split through the darkness. Sam peaked his head in the room, glancing around before stepping fully inside.

“Hey, Dean, I just got off a call with your friend, Charlie. She says something wrong.” Sam says, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Tell her I’m fine and she doesn't need to call me every fucking day.” Dean snapped.

“She says it's about Cas.”

Dean moves into a sitting position. Sam holds out his phone, letting Dean grab it out of his hand before he exits the room.

“Charlie? What's going on?” Dean asks

“Well hello to you too, asshole,” Charlie replies, “You’ve been completely ghosting me, dude!”

“I’m sorry but I really haven't been feeling great. What’s going on with Cas? Is he alright?”

“Well he hasn't answered his phone since Monday, the same day you also vanished. I went to knock on the door and check up on you but your car wasn't there so I figured you were out. When I checked again, there was still no car and when I knocked there was no answer. I didn't even know you left!”

“Again, sorry, but where's Cas?”

“Well I thought he was with you but Sam says he stayed. There hasn't been any lights in the house and the door and windows wont even open.”

Panic rose in Dean’s throat. Now that Deans is gone, it's just Cas and the shadow, and the shadow will definitely win.

“Thanks, Charlie, I’ll try and come back as soon as I can.”

“Ok, Dean. Just take care of yourself, ok?”

“Yup, you too.”

Dean ended the call and rolled out of the bed. He walked out of the room, blinking in the bright light of the hall, letting his eyes adjust before walking out to the living room to hand Sam his phone.

Sam raised his eyebrows questioningly and Dean just shook his head before making his way back to his room. He considered packing up his stuff but it would be way more suspicious and he has the rest of his stuff back at the house anyway.

He got back in bed and tried to focus on the episode of Doctor Sexy but kept thinking about Cas.

Was he ok? Will Dean be too late?

After what seemed like forever, Dean saw the clock read 1:00am and closed his laptop. He grabbed a small backpack out of the closet and put in his more essential items he brought with him and slid into his shoes.

He crept out into the dark hall and found Baby’s keys in the dish by the door. Carefully, he opened the door and slipped outside sighing with relief once the door was shut tight behind him.

He jogged over to the impala and climbed inside, putting her in neutral and letting her roll down the slight slope of the driveway. Once he was on the road, he started up the engine and mentally apologized to Sam.

Dean knows Sam would have let him go but he would tag along and Dean wants to do this alone. He needs to do this alone to keep Sam safe.

Baby rumbled out of the neighborhood Sam lives in and he began heading home. He had to get to Cas before it was too late.

~~~

It was still Dark when Dean pulled into the drive. He could see the dark outline and shadows of the house but just as Charlie said, not a single light was on.

Once Dean parked the impala, he walked to the back and got a flashlight out of the trunk. He turned to the house, looking up at the tall columns supporting the roof and balconies over the porch.

His stomach dropped when he caught sight of red, beady eyes glaring down at him from Cas’s balcony. He could see the white sparkle of teeth and the outline of the shadows body. It was practically sucking light out of the air, making it darker than the shadows surrounding it.

Dean ripped his eyes from the shadow, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he sprinted towards the house, bounding up the steps and to the door.

He backed up a bit to get momentum to try and kick it down but saw a sliver of darkness along the edge of the door. It was open.

Dean carefully crept forward, kicking the door open wide. I swung open, showing the dark, quiet interior of the house. He crossed the threshold and as soon as he stepped inside, it was like being sucked into a vacuum of cold, dark, silence.

He took a step forward, moving further into the house. The door snapped shut behind him with a loud boom, causing Dean to jump as he was plunged into darkness.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light before moving carefully into the living room, grabbing the fire poker from the stand below the mantle. He gripped the rod in both hands, holding it at the ready.

Dean turned back to the atrium and saw the shadow smiling devilishly at him before flickering back out of existence. Dean tightened his grip on the fire poker and marched forward, clearing one room at a time.

The ghost didn’t show again but Dean felt it there, watching him. He made his way up the stairs, hoping to find Cas upstairs. He carefully searched the entire second floor, under beds, in closets, in the bathtubs, but Cas wasn't there.

Then it hit Dean. There was one place he hadn't looked.

The basement.

He spun on his heel and jogged down the hall and bounded down the stairs spinning to go towards the basement but stopped. The ghost, obviously not pleased that Dean discovered where Cas was, was blocking his path to the door.

It reach an inky black arm towards him and Dean did the only thing he could think of. He swung at it with the bar and it cut clean through the tentacle, making the shadow creature flicker and release a high pitched hiss, making Dean flinch.

The shadow looked a bit surprised, Dean took the moment and lunged at the ghost, swinging the bar and slashing it right across the middle of the thing.

It released a shriek, leaving Deans ears ringing and his vision a little spoty, but the shadow was gone. It had just… disappeared.

Dean got up from the floor, having fallen when the thing shrieked and ran down the hall to the basement door.

He grabbed the handle but it wouldn't turn. He began kicking the door, but it wouldn't budge. He began panicking.

Who knows how long Cas has been down there? What if he's not even alive?

Dean shook his head, adjusting the grip on the fire poker in his hands and lining up diagonally with the door.

He raised the bar above his head and swung down on the door handle. The knob popped off with a crack and the door rattled in its frame a bit. Dean backed against the wall and launched himself forward, kicking the door with his good leg.

The door-frame splintered a bit as the door was ripped open, revealing the dark, musty basement.

Dean peered down into the murky depths of the basement and looked for a light switch by running his hand on the cool concrete of the wall as he made his way down the steps. His fingers bumped into the plastic switch and he flipped it, light filled the large, empty room.

Empty except a small, dirty body laying curled up in the middle of the blood streaked floor.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Got My Number (Branjie) - Ashley

AN: The first night out after returning home for Easter break seems promising for Brooke. However, things take a turn when she drinks a little too much and bumps into her ex-girlfriend, Vanessa. (Normal text is present day and italics is the night they met)

Hello again! It seems that self isolation has brought me back to the world of fanfic to help me cope and I have a lot to catch up. Oh how I’ve missed everyone. Hope you enjoy some of my shitty writing. Sending multitudes of gratitude to Meggie for beta-ing. Love Ashley xoxo

“This game does not work when there’s only three of us.” Brooke finished off her drink, a crafty mixture of vodka, some blue alcopop and lemonade, before flicking the card in her best friend’s face.

“It’s not Nina’s fault we lost half of our group,” Yvie retaliated, never afraid to breach the most awkward and painful topics that others wouldn’t dare to mention.

Most wouldn’t have noticed the crack in Brooke’s face, for it only lasted a second, but it was still there nonetheless; big, gaping and ready to break backs.

“Wow-wow.” Nina raised her hands, her motherly nature taking centre stage. “I will not have any of this bickering on our first night out back home.”

“I’ve missed winding you two up.” Brooke grinned and held a hand out to each girl - grateful that they were still here for her when she returned home for Easter break, grateful that they had given her the kick up the arse she needed to go out and have fun, grateful for the support they had given her when she lost the crazy little flame that kept her candle lit.

“Reckon you’ll pull tonight then, Brooke?” Yvie nudged her friend with her shoulder, only to underestimate her strength and the amount her friend had drunk so far, sending Brooke toppling back onto the floor in a fit of giggles.

“I haven’t pulled since year 13 so I highly doubt it,” Brooke brushed her friend off, thinking of how much she used to love flirting and being free, of how quickly that had changed.

An all-knowing silence filled the air, everyone remembering the night that Brooke and Vanjie first got together.

Brooke poured herself another glass of the blue concoction - only this time without any lemonade.

“She doesn’t need to pull.” Nina raised a glass. “We can have fun as the three of us!”

“As long as all of us actually get in.” Yvie pointed an acrylic nail towards the blonde, who was starting to neck her drink as if she only had moments to live.

“I’m fine.” Brooke brushed off in the most unconvincing manner - the only logic in her brain being that the more she drank and the faster she did it the easier it would be to stop thinking about Vanjie for just one night.

Oh, how wrong that girl was.

***

Brooke could hear the clipping of her heels on the pavement as she rushed down towards the club, too sober to justify the five minute Uber journey. Probably too sober to be leaving in the first place after she had spent the hour she had to pre-drink removing and redoing her eyeliner until it was perfect without so much as tasting a sip of alcohol.

Nevertheless, she was ready to party, begging her beloved best friends to buy her a pitcher as she hurried to meet them. Ready to dance and forget all about her impending A-Levels - getting as many drinks for horny spice boys as she could simply through tossing her long hair over one shoulder and giving them the classic flirty Brooke wave.

Maybe she’d go home with one, maybe she wouldn’t.

About to tell Nina to make it two pitchers instead of one, she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of a shorty and sulky Latina talking to herself on the curb of the road.

Brooke didn’t know what it was that made her stop.

Maybe it was the tears in the girl’s eyes that she clung to despite gravity fighting for them to fall, maybe it was the frustration in her grizzly voice, maybe it was the way her red dress complimented her skin tone as if it were picked from a colour wheel just for her.

Maybe it was all of those things combined.

“Are you alright?” Brooke placed a tentative hand on the girls back.

“Brooke Lynn?” The girl looked up, drawing her cigarette away from her mouth as she took in the glamazonian blonde giant who towered above her. Sensing Brooke’s confusion she spoke again: “My friends are all in your year at sixth form: Silky, Akeria…”

“Oh.” A light dinged in Brooke’s head. “You’re the girl who got kicked out in the first week of term for-”

“Yes, that’s me.” The girl scrunched her face in frustration towards Brooke which made her want to giggle. “And I’m back there now, bitch, so don’t even.”

“Sorry, I’ll leave you be.” Brooke remembered her friends and the big jug of Purple Rain that had her name on it.

“Wait,” the girl called, her voice cracking with a plea of desperation, the sassy tone from before quickly dropped into the drain next to her along with the stub of her cigarette.

Brooke stopped in her tracks yet again. “Yeah?”

“Can you help me find my phone?”

***

Vanessa’s pulse began to beat in time with the music as she moved closer and closer towards the speaker, sacrificing the ringing of death she’d hear the next morning to go to speak to her girls.

Never the most articulate in school, Vanessa hadn’t expected to fall in love with University life the way she had this year. From the shopping trips to the bar crawls she had thrown herself into the experience headfirst - pushing her home and the girl she left behind as far away as she could by immersing herself in every activity, club, and night out she could partake in.

It was safe to say that this coping mechanism did not work when she was back at home; the walls around her holding a thousand or more memories of sloppy kisses and drunk dancing - closing in on her more and more till she was almost slapped across the face with the fact that her Nicholas Sparks romance had been cut short and never finished, the pages recycled into a much more lonely tale.

There was the spot where Brooke had pushed a rugby player almost clean off his feet for falling into Vanessa.

The sofa they sat on when glass slipped into her pump and Brooke had to bandage her up with blue roll and piggyback her all the way home.

The DJ who was sick to death of Vanessa requesting the first song she and Brooke had ever danced to every single Friday until he added into his queue automatically without her having to ask.

“Imma go for a smoke.” She motioned to the door - breaking her new year’s resolution that she’d managed to abide by for three whole months.

Scanning the crowd she quickly spotted a half-cute boy pulling a bag of baccy from his coat pocket.

Bingo.

The old Vanjie never got with strangers on nights out, never settled for someone she didn’t feel that spark with - you know, the one from all the teen romance movies. She was a romantic at heart.

That started to change after she broke up with Brooke; if the girl she loved more than anything in the world wasn’t going to give her The Notebook then nobody was.

She found herself sleeping with more people at Uni - the type of people who called her beautiful but wouldn’t make eye contact in the library the following week, but she didn’t even care, she wanted to be more like Brooke was: more carefree, more independent, taking a shard from the ice queen’s castle.

But it was never the same.

As much as the thought made her want to shove her own head in a blender at how cringe she was, Vanessa had learnt the difference between fucking and making love.

Before she knew it the boy was rolling the paper for her, her mouth autopiloting her conversation, the feeling of his arm around her simply a feeling - not warm, not cold, not uncomfortable, not loving.

Brooke would have probably told her off right now, making some sort of shady comment about how her voice didn’t need to get any deeper and she didn’t need to take any more years of her life, kissing her forehead after to let her know it was only in jest.

She told herself that those days were long gone. That the Brooke who worried about her, teased her and loved her was overshadowed by the Brooke who didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

The day they broke up popped into her body, a bitter taste making her skin crawl. The three

unanswered calls it had taken for her girlfriend to finally answer. The short blunt replies she received. The flirty comments left on Brooke’s photos by half of the netball team. The even flirtier replies Brooke would respond with.

“Sorry, Vanj, I’m just really hungover,” she remembered Brooke saying, the first time she’d heard her voice for a while. The words piercing her skin like a needle when she realised that her girlfriend had forgotten their anniversary, the presents she had sent clearly living with the porters instead of Brooke.

The final straw.

She remembered being shocked at herself when she said that she couldn’t do it anymore. But the words slipped out in anger and she was too stubborn to take them back.

She remembered the heavy sound of Brooke’s breathing when she hung up the phone - deleting her number and taking away every chance that she had to fight for her.

The sound of her defeated voice rang in her ear, only it took Vanessa a second to realise it wasn’t just in her memory.

***

“Are you sure she said she was in here?” Brooke gave Vanessa a pointed look as they stood on the outskirts of the dance floor, starting at the masses of people before them.

“She said she had my phone here and she had a blue top on,” Vanessa repeated, part of her finding entertainment in the way she was irritating the older girl.

“And you didn’t think to ask her name or anything else before she stopped answering your calls?”

“Sorry, mami.” Vanessa shrugged as she watched a layer of blush form on Brooke’s cheeks at her nickname. “We can ask the bouncer to do a shout out?”

Before she knew it Brooke had turned and began to dive her way through the crowd reaching back to hold Vanessa’s hand.

It could have been the dark fruits or her affinity for romance and fate acting up but Vanessa could have sworn their hands slotted together like lock and key.

She watched as Brooke took command of their path, pushing aside anyone who fell in Vanessa’s way before asking the DJ if he could make an announcement.

No luck.

Just as they were about to make their way back through the crowd, Vanessa heard the first beats of a familiar tune and squealed with excitement.

“This is my song! We have to dance!”

“What?” Brooke looked flabbergasted at the girl who had seemed to forget how upset she was at losing her phone and friends within five seconds of a pop song.

“Dance,” Vanessa told her, a command not a question.

Screaming the words she allowed the crowd to envelop Brooke and herself, watching a half-smile form on the other girls face at her tone-deaf screeching.

“This is horrendous,” Brooke spoke into Vanessa’s ear - the feel of her breath heightening every sense.

“You love it,” Vanessa responded, a form of confidence washing over her body telling her to put her arms around the blonde’s waist and move closer, dancing as two halves of one body, the pair of them their own entity.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night,” Vanessa half-shouted as the song ended.

“You haven’t,” Brooke responded without thought. “Why don’t we get pizza next door and try to ring again once the club shuts? I’m sure she’ll look at the phone then.”

“That sounds like heaven.”

***

“No!” Brooke tried to swat Nina’s hand away. “We need to go back in and have fun.”

“The bouncers told me that if I didn’t take you home then they would. C’mon Brooke, we can Uber it.”

“I’m not going.” Brooke sat herself down on one of the benches, almost getting her arm burned by the girl next to her.

“Well, you have to, it’s not up to me.” Nina wasn’t even mad at the way she had to baby her friend, knowing they would have a good laugh about it for the rest of the Easter holidays and maybe even a while after that.

“Fine.” Brooke pursed her lips and stood back up. “But you’re not coming with me, I want you to go in there and get yourself a shag. I know you fancy Bob’s sister. Do it for me, Nina, I’m living through you!”

“I’m coming with you, just let me find Yvie.”

“Nooooooo.”

At that moment a familiar voice snapped Brooke’s eyes into a clearer vision.

There she was. Her devil in a leopard print jumpsuit.

“I’ll look after her.” Vanessa placed a friendly hand on Nina’s arm, missing the way her friendship group had been torn apart since their breakup. Regretting the way she cut off every and any link to the girl she was in love with.

“Oh hi.” Nina smiled awkwardly, pausing before asking Vanessa if she was sure.

“You’re not real.” Brooke opened her mouth at the girl before closing it again. “Your Uni shuts a week later. You can’t trick me, I Googled it.”

That’s when Brooke saw the smile.

The cheeky grin that showed off almost every single tooth Vanessa owned. The smile she would wake up to that told her that everything in the world would be just fine. Nothing in the world made her feel happier than that smile - she didn’t know why the sight of it made tears start to roll down her face but it did.

“Strikes.” Vanessa started to wipe Brooke’s tears away as though she were a paper doll, Brooke unable to read the emotion on her face. “Your Mam’s gonna kill you if you go home like this. Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

***

“I remember seeing you at a house party before, Silky’s birthday,” Vanessa started after swallowing the world’s biggest mouthful of pepperoni pizza and garlic sauce, a tiny bit sticking to her lips.

Brooke wiped it off by instinct, not stopping to question why she felt so close to a girl she had only just met.

“Is that so?” Brooke asked, assuming that the girl was chatting drunk shit like she often did when she wanted to impress someone.

“Aha,” Vanjie nodded, “You were wearing this white lacy dress and I remember thinking you looked like a ballerina. And then you were sick in the kitchen sink and the bendy girl got annoyed at you but I remember thinking that she wasn’t doing a good job at holding your hair back and I could have done better.”

Brooke placed the slice of pizza she was about to bite into back into the box, amazed at how the ditzy girl had managed to remember her so well.

“Not my finest hour.” Brooke laughed.

“Tonight hasn’t been mine.” The girl laughed back, her brain slipping into a more sober state.

Her laugh sounded like a car alarm. Brooke wanted to put it in a jar and have it wake her up on lazy mornings.

“I’m sure you can repay me at some point.” Brooke smiled - Vanessa’s grin an infectious curse that you couldn’t help but surrender to.

“Bitch, I just bought you half of this pizza!”

“I meant in other ways.”

Normally Brooke would blame it on the drink. The longing to have someone’s body, the longing to hold them, even the longing to simply spend time with them. But right then she was stone cold and wanted nothing more than to spend the next day, the day after then and every day that followed listening to Vanessa chat shit and tease her.

“I taste of garlic,” Vanessa blurted out to the girl, her no-filter mouth spilling out the first panic that came to her mind at the thought of kissing the beautiful blonde creature in front of her.

“I mean, so do I.” Brooke laughed and moved closer to the girl, forgetting about the world around them and feeling her soft cheek against her palm.

Before she was snapped back to reality by a phone call. The phone call she had waited all night for that she now wished had never come.

“Cockblock.” Vanessa laughed before grabbing Brooke’s phone and aggressively interrogating the girl on the other end.

***

“Feeling better?” Vanessa asked her ex-girlfriend/first love/girl she was certainly still in love with as she waited for her to swallow her mouthful of pizza, surprised at how easily she had fallen back into being with her.

“A little,” Brooke responded, not meeting her eyes properly.

“You want me to take you back now?” Vanessa asked, figuring that sitting with her was the last thing Brooke wanted to do now, whether she’d bought her food or not.

“Not yet.” Brooke took a large swig from the Diet Coke Vanessa had bought her, finally meeting her eyes. “I wanna chat about David.”

Vanessa felt a lilt of panic rise in her body.

Had Brooke found a new boyfriend?

She shouldn’t be jealous - she broke up with her, she had slept around. But the thought of someone else running their hands through Brooke’s hair and planting her sloppy kisses made some form of heat rise up through her chest into her throat.

“David?” she managed to choke out - the hardest two syllables she’d ever had to conjure.

“Yeah, David. Shona dumped him!” Brooke slurred a little, turning to face Vanessa for the first time since they sat down in the shop.

“You hate Corrie.” Vanessa started to laugh at the thought of Brooke spending however long watching the soap. “You used to say it was a load of utter shite - the bane of your Friday night!”

“I do.” Brooke nodded in agreement. “But it makes me think of you.”

Something about the thought of her ex-girlfriend sitting down three nights a week to watch a show she despised just because it reminded her of their time together managed to warm and break Vanessa’s heart simultaneously.

“Well.” Vanessa looked at her, really looked at her. “I’m sad David and Shona aren’t together anymore. Even though he was a dick to her and didn’t really treat her right, I wish she’d given him more of a chance to work at it instead of running scared.”

“You’re right, he was a dick.” Brooke looked back, her almost grey eyes showing a maturity that Vanessa hadn’t seen during their relationship. “Maybe when I’m sober we can talk about how much he still loves her. But how he knows now that that’s not everything, he knows he needs to appreciate her. I know I need to appreciate you.”

And Vanessa knew that it wasn’t perfect. She knew that both of them would have to try, that The Notebook had its own ups and downs to get to the good bit. She knew there was more talking to be done, more apologies to be given on both of their behalfs. But right then she wanted to forget about that and simply kiss the girl she loved and missed.

In the movies, the big romantic moment always happened somewhere beautiful. Cady kissed Aaron in the middle of the dancefloor with that stupid crown on her head. Noah kissed Ali in the rain next to a swan filled lake. Cher kissed Josh in the perfect centre of that ornate staircase.

Vanessa wouldn’t have given up their tiny bench in a greasy takeaway table for any of that because Brooke’s lips simply felt like home.

“Ugh.” She grimaced away after, looking away from Brooke.

“Oh, erm, sorry. I thought… ” Brooke responded, a panicked look crossing her face.

“Garlic.” Vanessa put a hand to her mouth and grinned, a sense of warmth coming to her at the thought of being able to wind Brooke up again just like she used to, watching her face change when she realised Vanessa’s joke and swatted her arm.

“You little bitch. I actually believed you there.” Brooke laughed before pulling Vanessa in for one more kiss regardless. A kiss that she’d later think about as the second-best kiss of her life.

“Let’s get you in a taxi.” Vanessa read the looks of the staff behind the counter and grabbed Brooke’s hand.

“Are we gonna talk in the morning?” Brooke asked hopefully, scared that drunken words may have turned into regret on Vanessa’s behalf.

“You’ve got my number.”

***

“So, thanks again for helping me find this.” Vanessa looked down at her phone.

Three minutes till her Uber arrived.

“It’s fine.” Brooke brushed her off. “I probably would have had a shit night in the club anyway. At least I got some pizza out of it.”

“Yeah.” Vanessa laughed, letting an awkward silence linger. “Two minutes.”

“Oh,” Brooke said looking at the phone then back at Vanessa, a train of thought clearly chugging through her brain that was too fast for Vanessa to capture.

“Fuck it.”

She threw her arm around the back of Brooke’s head in one fell swoop, letting her other hand caress her cheek as they kissed.

Brooke was taken aback at first, but soon Vanessa felt her hand on the curve of her back and felt the girl’s body almost melt into her own.

“Oh shit.” Vanessa heard the phone ring and looked next to her to see her Uber waiting. “Cockblocked again.”

Brooke laughed as Vanessa squeezed her hand and started to make her way towards the car. “I’ll text you in the morning?” she shouted after the girl who had just given her the best kiss of her life, more of a needy question than a statement.

“You’ve got my number,” Vanessa winked before closing the door and blowing a kiss to Brooke, thinking about how the story of her night would make the best teen romance movie.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #angst #lesbian au #british au #ashley #submission #got my number

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Everytime

A/N I feel so bad I didn’t get inspired by Moonlight Records for Zabdiel kind of making him the odd one out but I’m going to look at it as giving him special treatment. He is my cheat lane anyways. So Everytime, is the acoustic version that caught my attention for Zab. I found it under the user Nathan Bourrut Le! Anyways as I wrote before check my masterlist, for when I post the other boys or check back here or I could tag you! Also, I own nothing this is all fictional and I have no rights.

Masterlist

Thinking ‘Bout You - Chris

Goodnight n Go - Erick

Better Off - Richard

In My Head - Joel

Warnings: Toxic relationship depicted, drinking, smut, cursing.

Word Count: A little under 3k

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

You and Zabdiel were in an off and on again relationship. He was the fire to your oil, the key to your ignition. The two of you were toxic for each other but could not keep away from each other. There was something about the 6'2 blonde Puerto Rican man that kept driving you back to him.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control (yeah)

They keep telling me to let go

But I don’t really let go when I say so (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You sat at a café waiting for Zabdiel tapping your heel against the wood floor. You had already ordered your favorite drink and finished it half an hour ago. You eagerly checked your phone hoping for a notification from Zabdiel who wanted to meet with you, to begin with, in the cafe. The waiter approached you, giving you a weak smile as you stared at your blank phone.

“No rush.” He said as he handed you the check.

“Thanks.” You replied looking up returning the weak smile.

You took out your wallet and placed seven dollars in the checkbook. You grabbed your purse and strutted out of the café. Annoyed you leaned outside the cold brick wall of the café and called Zabdiel. He picked up on the fourth ring which only fueled your anger.

“Ya?” He nonchalantly said.

Great, he’s high you thought to yourself. “Thanks for wasting my time yet again. If you wanna meet you’re going to have to come and track me down. Fucking asshole.” You barked as you hung up the phone.

You got into the car and drove to your apartment. The drive to the apartment was everything but peaceful which only drove your nerves even angrier. There was an accident that made traffic chaotic, and of course, construction was being performed on the back roads. Finally, you reached the parking lot of the apartment complex and took a deep breath. You opened your apartment door and your roommate was with a mutual friend. The two were sitting in the kitchen table drinking chilled white wine.

“Mind if I join?” You asked with a heavy sigh as you opened the fridge and uncorked a fresh bottle of white wine.

“No, not at all!” Marci, your roommate spoke up.

“Great because I’ve had a day.” You protested as you began to drink straight out of the bottle.

“What happened?” Andrea, the mutual friend, questioned.

“Wanna take a guess?” You questioned back as you laid your head down on the counter.

“I swear to god Y/N if you went out to see, fix or do anything with Zabdiel I will kill you.” Marci threatened.

“Ding ding ding!” You cheered. “But guess what? He stood me up!” You shrieked as you took another sip from the bottle.

“I just don’t get it Y/N. Why do you stay, and go back to him? He’s such a douche bag.” Andrea groaned.

“I promise you guys that I’m not giving him another chance after today. If he wants me back he’s going to have to fight like hell to get me back.” You said wholeheartedly.

I keep giving people blank stares (yeah)

I’m so different when you’re not there (yeah, yeah)

It’s like something out of Shakespeare (yeah)

Because I’m really not here when you’re not there

Andrea and Marci convinced you to go to the club with them. Marci’s argument was the best way to get over a boy was to find a rebound and have the boy you’re done with fucked out of you. Andrea’s argument was simpler and it was to have a good night out and to delete the old boy’s number. You were so fed up with Zabdiel that you agreed to the girl’s plan and even deleted Zabdiel’s number in front of them so they knew you were over and done with him. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before walking out of your room. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and you showed enough cleavage to gain attention but not enough where you were in danger of having a wardrobe malfunction. You paired the dress with your favorite silver sparkly pumps which accentuated your legs. The three of you walked onto the street of a popular road that was mostly filled with bars and clubs. You guys decided since everyone practically pre-gamed at the apartment, it was easier to just go to your favorite club and find you a cute guy to dance with. As you guys entered the club the smell of alcohol and the blasting music overpowered your senses. You beelined up to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. Taking your drink you made your way to the dance floor and swayed your hips to the beat. As the song ended, Despacito came on and a guy grabbed your hips helping you move to the beat with him. He was much taller than you, which you couldn’t help but think of Zabdiel. You turned around to look at the mysterious man’s face, secretly hoping it was Zabdiels. When you looked up, it was a stranger’s face. You stared into his eyes as you danced, and you couldn’t help but fall into your own world. As the song ended you placed your finished drink down and ordered a new one. You did this for a couple of songs, varying the drinks and the guys. You began to feel annoyed that no guy was matching your energy or igniting a fire within you.

I’ve tried to fight our energy

But everytime I think I’m free (yeah, woo!)

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

You had reached your limit of dancing with strangers and wanted fresh air. You found Andrea and Marci having the time of their lives, laughing, dancing and still drinking.

"Guys I'm going to go get fresh air." You screamed trying to overpower the music.

Marci nodded and Andrea gave you a thumbs up. Leaning in Marci yelled in your ear,

"We will be right out after a couple of songs."

You nodded in response and headed out the club door. The cooler air hit your glistening skin and it felt sensational. You leaned against the brick wall enjoying the quieter atmosphere and felt the vibration of the music rumble through the wall. The door to the club burst open, to which you thought nothing of it because of the atmosphere you were in, thus you did not bother to look.

"Aye Mami," a familiar voice growled at you.

You shot your gaze over to the tall blonde who was eyeing you up and down hungrily.

"Keep walking Zabdiel." You scoffed.

"Mi Amor, but you said if I wanted to talk I should track you down. Pero yo veo que Dios me eso el trabajó." Zabdiel responded.

He slowly inched towards you, with lust forming in his eyes. Every step he took closer to you, the wetter you began to feel. It did not take long for him to place both hands on the brick wall, caging you in. His face was centimeters away and you could feel his warm breath radiate towards your ear.

"En seriamente quieres que me vaya?" Zabdiel whispered as he nipped your ear lobe.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

You pushed Zabdiel out of the way.

"I can't do this. I'm gonna go get drunk." You muttered.

You re-entered the club, taking a deep breath of the strong smell of alcohol and allowing the strong beat take over your body. You slowly made it to the bar and ordered a tequila shot. The more you danced the more tequila you took. It did not take long for you to become inebriated because you are a lightweight. Andrea and Marci soon found you dancing with a crowd of people shaking your ass on some random guy.

"Y/N!" Marci shouted once she got close to you.

"Marciii!" You slurred as you pulled her in for a hug.

"Let's go home." Marci politely demanded as she helped you exit the club.

"Okay!" You giggled.

"I'm ordering the Uber now," Andrea commented once the fresh air nipped your skin.

The three of you waited outside of the club for about three minutes until the car pulled up. The drive home was filled with the noise of your giggles. Once the uber parked outside the apartment the three of you all piled out. Purposely you left your purse behind, in the middle seat.

“Excuse me! Miss! Your purse!” The uber driver shouted.

Smirking, you looked at Marci and Andrea.

“You guys go inside I’ll meet you there in a second.” You cheered as you walked towards the uber.

You sat down in the back seat once the girls were out of sight.

“Hey here's thirty dollars, drive to this address please.” You asked the driver as you handed a ten and a twenty while showing on your phone with Zabdiels address.

The driver nodded and the two of you sped away.

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

Once the car came to a full stop outside of Zabdiel’s house you rushed out. Shouted a thank you to the driver and proceeded forward. Dashing towards his front door and banged on it. He was quick to open the door and look at you in a bit of a shock.

“Que-” He began, but before he could finish what he was going to say, you got on your tippy-toes and slammed your lips against his.

Zabdiel kissed against his shocked reaction and roamed your body with his large hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held onto you. Zabdiel turned you around so you were facing the open door. He kicked the door shut as he carried you to the bedroom. Zabdiel threw you on the bed and hovered over your body.

“Princesa fuiste tan mala conmigo en el club.” Zabdiel growled.

“Pero you forgot about our date papi.” You whined.

He kissed your jaw and made his way down to your neck and collar bone.

“Pero ya te dije…” Zadiel mumbled as lips paid attention to your sweet spot. “Lo siento princesa.”

A moan escaped your plump lips and he attacked all of your sweet spots. He flipped you over and unzipped your dress while planting kisses down your spine sending shivers all over your skin and electricity to your core. You helped him out of your tight dress after the zipper was fully down. The cold air nipped at your bare skin as your dress was thrown carelessly across the room. Zabdiel flipped you on your back admiring your breasts bounce against the movement. Zabdiel sucked on one nipple and palmed the other. You arched your back against his touch and spread your arms against the covers grasping for life. Zabdiel went to the other nipple and did the same thing, which made you moan his name. He planted soft kisses down the valley of your breasts and stop at the hem of your panties. You bucked your hips begging for some friction. Zabdiel slowly removed the fabric covering your core and kissed your inner thighs as he fully removed your panties.

“Bebé estás tan mojada” Zabdiel whispered as he ran a finger through your slit.

“Zab no teasing you've done enough of that.” You whimpered as you snaked your hands around his blonde locks trying to get his lips closer to where you needed him the most.

Zabdiel complied and attached his tongue to your nerve endings, drawing figure eights. He effortlessly inserted his digits inside you and curled them right into your g-spot. Zabdiel was an expert in knowing your body, knowing how to make you feel amazing and send you to a whole other planet with a flick of his tongue.

“Zab...please….fuck me.” You panted out between the moans.

A knot was forming in your pit, but you wanted to hold it in. You wanted to orgasm around Zabdiel’s rock hard cock knowing how crazy that always drove him. Zabdiel removed himself from you and removed his pants along with his boxers. His member sprang out, and Zabdiel instantly lubed his dick against your slit hitting your clit each time with his tip. You felt as if you could just cum right then and there with the amount of build-up Zabdiel was teasing you with.

“Zabdiel!” You whined begging for him to get on with it.

Instantly Zabdiel shoved his full length inside you and released a loud groan. He gave you no time to adjust and roughly pounded in and out of you. Both of your bodies began to glisten as the knot in your stomach began to grow.

“Zab I'm gonna cum.” You moaned out.

“Dale nena.” Zabdiel encouraged as he placed his thumb on your clit.

You released, rolling your eyes back and bucking your hips. Your walls tightened around Zabdiel causing a groan to fall from his lips. His thrusts quickly became sloppy and he joined you in his own orgasm.

Just when I get on a new wave (yeah)

Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace

They keep calling me a head-case

‘Cause I can’t make a good case why we can’t change

As you returned to your apartment complex at 4:00am after finishing with Zabdiel and ending your time with him in a fight...again. You tried to enter as quietly as possible and sneak into your own bed. You attempt was proven to be useless as Marci and Andrea sat on the couch and patiently waited for you.

“Y/N! What the fuck?!” Marci shouted annoyed.

“I don't even know.” You yawned

“No that's not an excuse we did not go out for a girls night for you to end up right back where you started!” Andrea interrupted.

“Listen guys I’m really drained can we continue this tomorrow?” You pleaded

“No we want a good answer as to why you can't just get over Zabdiel. You both treat each other like shit Y/N!” Marci huffed.

I’ve tried to fight our energy (yee, yee!)

But everytime I think I’m free (yeah)

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you? Mmm (Back to you, baby)

It has been a week since you or Zabdiel have communicated with each other. Your friends believed you were officially getting over him until the ninth day when he called you out of the blue.

“Hola Princesa ¿Qué tal?” Zabdiel asked

"I've been good what about you?" You replied

"Want to grab dinner?" Zabdiel offered in his thick accent that always drove you crazy.

"Are you even going to show up?" You snapped trying to fight every bone in your body that wanted to see him again.

"¿Como no? Te levantó a las ocho." Zabdiel ordered.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

The dinner went just as you expected it would even though you tried changing the never-ending loop. You ended the night with Zabdiel, and just after climax the two of you ended in a heated argument. You left in an Uber and went to a sleazy bar. Your goal was to get as drunk as possible and have someone else pay for it. As the night went on you danced on strangers who were buying you drinks. You began to feel the alcohol in your veins and were officially letting loose. As you planted your lips on a handsome stranger you could not help but compare him to Zabdiel. You ended up leaving the bar, alone to just end up at Zabdiel’s front door ready to apologize once more.

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (back to you)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime (I go)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (yeah!)

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

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“Broken Trust” Part 2

Part 1

You stood in front of Brie with tears rolling down your cheeks. Little sniffles and cries managed to sneak out every few seconds, making you more frustrated and upset.

“You cheated on me! I thought we were happy!” You yelled as even more tears came out. Brie looked at you with her own watery eyes and frown.

“We were happy and we can still be happy, baby. You just have to give me a chance.” Brie calmly said. She knew the best way to deal with you after one too many drinks was to stay calm and hushed.

“No! You broke my heart, Brie! You broke my heart.” You couldn’t tell, but you were shaking like there was no heat in the room. Before you got the chance to fall, Brie quickly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you against her body. The hug broke something inside you and you let out serval loud sobs.

“I still love you.” You managed to sob while nuzzling into Brie’s chest.

“I know. I love you too, baby.” Brie gently rubbed small circles on your back while you continued to sob. It took a few minutes but you managed to calm yourself down.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed, okay?”

“Okay.”

Brie helped you into the guest bathroom and turned on the shower for you. “I’m going to be right outside the door if you need me.” She told you before closing the door, leaving you alone for the first time that night. The shower was a bit of a blur, figuratively and literally, but Brie was right there waiting for you with pajamas in her hands.

After you changed into the pajamas, which consisted of your shirt and Brie’s sweat pants, you climbed into bed. Brie placed a trash can by the side of the bed and a water bottle on the night stand.

“Are you going to sleep with me tonight?” You asked, already feeling your eye lids get heavy. Brie shook her head as she sat down on the couch on the opposite side of the room.

“No, I’m going to sleep on the couch in case you get sick.”

“But I want you to sleep with me.” Now you were pouting which made Brie crack a smile.

“No you don’t, y/n. You’ll regret it in the morning.”

“But I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby, but I know you’ll be upset if we wake up together.” You wanted to argue with that, but something inside you knew she was right.

“Okay. Will you make me waffles tomorrow?”

“If you’re feeling up to it, yeah.” Brie said with that adorable laugh you missed hearing.

“Okay. Goodnight, Brie.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

The next morning, you woke up feeling exhausted. Your head hurt and you felt like you’d slept maybe an hour versus seven hours. After stretching, you sat up and were instantly hit with the memory of the previous night’s events.

Drinking with your friends, publicly crying over Brie, getting kicked out of the bar for crying, taking an Uber to Brie’s, and belligerently yelling at her. You felt a knot form in your stomach at the memories. She had been so good to you even though you screamed at her.

You climbed out of bed and tiptoed into the hallway. Soft music played as Brie fumbled around in the kitchen. When you rounded the corner, you saw Brie gently swaying to the music while frying bacon. You cleared your throat to get her attention.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted. Last night was...rough.”

“Trust me, I know.” She said with a small giggle.

“I made you waffles if you’re hungry.” Brie nodded her head towards a small stack of waffles sitting on the kitchen island.

You weren’t starving, but you didn’t want the waffles go to waste. You took your usual seat at the island and started to pick at your breakfast. It took Brie a few minutes to finish her breakfast, but she eventually joined you while staying on the opposite side of the island. The scene felt safe and familiar to you, making it feel easy to talk to Brie instead of yelling.

“Bacon, huh?” You asked because bacon was not apart of the Captain Marvel diet.

“Yeah, it’s cheat day.” Almost instantly Brie realized what she said. Her head shot up and her eyes widened when she looked at you.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s okay. As long as were apologizing, I’m sorry for showing up and yelling at you last night.”

“Don’t be, I deserved it. Plus, it was nice to see you again for the first time in two months, even if you were yelling at me.” It was quiet for a few minutes before you spoke up.

“We need to talk about us, Brie.”

“I know we do.” Brie hung her head low and pushed her breakfast away.

“Do you want to stay together?” You asked while shuffling pieces of food around the plate.

“Of course I do. You’re the love of my life, y/n.”

“Then why did you cheat on me? I know you were upset about our fight, but why didn’t you walk away if you loved me so much? Help me understand, Brie.” You said, feeling proud that you could talk to her without getting upset or yelling.

“I don’t know...I was really upset and felt like you cared about work more than me. We were fighting so much it felt like we were going to break up any second.”

“You could have talked to me about feeling this way.”

“I know, I wasn’t thinking. When I woke up the next morning, you were all I could think about.”

“If only you thought about me that night. Maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll do anything to prove how much I love you.”

You didn’t say anything in response. You looked down at your plate and tried to process everything you were feeling. Ever since you found out about Brie cheating you were sure you wanted to break up. But hearing Brie say the things she was saying and seeing the remorse in her eyes was really making you rethink what you wanted.

“Y/n, do you still want to be together?” You let out a sigh and looked up at Brie.

“Yes, I still want to be with you.” Brie’s eyes lit up and she quickly ran over to you. Before she got the chance to wrap her arms around you, you placed a firm hand on her chest.

“But it’s going to take some time for us to get back to the way things used to be. I still don’t feel like I can trust you.”

“I understand. Thank you for giving us a second chance.” Your girlfriend happily smiled at you, forcing you to also smile. You dropped your hand from Brie’s chest as you stood up. Cautiously, you wrapped your arms around Brie and rested your head on her chest.

“I missed you.” You mumbled as Brie held you close.

“I missed you too, baby.” The two of you stood in silence for a while, happy to be back together. You knew it would take a while before you could fully trust Brie and have your relationship return to normal, but you were excited to have the love of your life back.

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queenlifesupport · 5 years

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Like It’s Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #1

A/N : This is sorta inspired by @freddiesmercvry (Truth or Dare) and low-key from 50 Shades of Grey... Also please leave suggestions for scenes or some smutty situations!! (this might have typos, also im so tired while writing this so it might be SHIT)

WARNINGS : SEX, Language, Unprotected Sex, Kinkiness. WORDS : 3,019

I haven't been out of my small apartment in days, I had work piled on my desk like theres no tomorrow, my job was absolutely pushing me to the edge and I needed a break before I fell. I used the strong liquor in my hand to pump myself with confidence in order to move onto the dance floor, I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight called for it. It was hard to make out what song was playing due to the overdramatized bass that throbbed through my eardrums, but whatever it was, people still let loose of their problems and personal lifestyle.

I attempted to stand while the drink flew through my system, accomplishing balance on my six inch heels. The confidence finally brought me to the large gathering I've been eyeing all night. I entered the crowd, feeling like I'm lost in a humid corn-maze, being bumped into by random strangers that were also tipsy, some more than others. Finding the middle of the crowd, it was my time to let loose. During the midst of my drunken swaying, my eyes fluttered open to view those around me, gaze following the eyes a man a few feet away. He looked lascivious as he mirrored my moves. His blonde hair was slightly swept to the side, he wore an all black suit that tailored him quite nicely, you could tell he was fit. I held his stare intensely, not daring to make a move in his direction for I did not want to lose the challenging match so easily. He seemed to not budge easily either, I debated in my mind to either approach or signal him over. His glare made my stomach slightly weak, out of reflex I looked away, I knew I couldn't approach him on my own. I continued to dance, deciding to slow it down, adding more sensualness to the way I moved. I needed to draw him in and this was the only way I knew how. Although our beaming was cut off from my shyness, I could feel his eyes still exploring every inch of my body. My feet began to ache, I had a inclination that connections would not ascend further, I'd rather sit down instead of waste my time. I looked up one last time, giving the stranger a smile before strutting off to the lounging area. I felt overheated from the moving along from the warmth emanating off others, once getting away from the swarm I accompanied myself on the white pleather. I sighed at the cool air being pushed over me from the air conditioning overhead, I wondered why there wasn't air conditioning above the dance floor. It was getting late according to the time on my phone screen, I should head home soon so I can attempt to demolish my workload tomorrow.

"Hello." My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh British accent, I took a gander at the wellspring of the voice and to my surprise it was him, the one from the herd in the dancing mass. My eyebrows lifted ever so lightly, I didn't think he'd follow.

"Oh - hi." I could only manage a short response. He lightly chuckled before asking me if he could accompany me on the cushion, I accepted. He smelled of Versace cologne, the hint of green apple, mint, and lemon, it was exhilarating on its own.

"Crowded night, I suppose." His voice was as mesmerizing as his scent.

"Indeed. I've never been here, thought I'd give the nightlife a try."

"I agree, I usually come here to meet interesting people, and as of now, I've accomplished my goal."

"You don't even know my name." I laughed now.

"Good point, I'm sure it's as interesting as you seem. Now humor me." From then on, we talked about all sorts of aspects of our lives; work, friendships, hobbies, and even romantic relationships. I learned his name is Ben, he lives with his best friend Joe, he's an actor, and he plays football (soccer) in his pastime. Once I looked down again at my phone, it allowed us to see we've talked for about 2 and a half hours straight. Time did fly when you're having fun.

"I should probably get home." My smile faded at the thought of ending our night, he frowned slightly too. I opened iMessage to text my friend, earlier she agreed to drive me home since I would be drinking and I've always been her designated driver in the past. "I just have to wait for my ride, in the meantime I can get your number?"

"Sounds lovely." He recited his number to me as I quickly pounded it in, setting his contact as 'Ben'.

"We should get together sometime soon, maybe coffee tomorrow?" A ding from my phone alerted me of a notification. "Fuck - she can't pick me up."

"What's going on?"

"Her tail-light is busted, she doesn't want to get pulled over while driving around." I sighed frustratingly. My apartment was about a 45 minute walk from here and I wasn't in the mood to walk in heels.

"I can order you an Uber."

"No no - You don't have to pay for me. I can order one."

"Why don't you come over for the night? It's just 10 minutes away." He seemed serious about his statement. I couldn't tell if it was a legitimate invitation. Would I really go home with him? I wasn't that type of person, meet them then immediately jump to the next thing. "Well, are you down?"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that." I didn't even give a second thought to my answer.

The industrial-loft like apartment was dark and smelled of cedar wood, it gave a very expensive vibe yet homey at the same time. I hung my purse and coat up on the welcoming racks and followed Ben further into the flat, as we ventured through he flicked every light switch allowing the place to illuminate under the warm lights. We entered the kitchen, presently taking a seat at the island as he sought what appeared to be a wine rack.

"Care for a drink? We have Dom Perignon, Caymus, whatever you desire." I desire him.

"I don't speak rich, surprise me." He gave my comment a delightful snicker. My love life was very exhausting, I was constantly focused on my profession. I never discovered many fascinating folks, however he was something different. He was adorable, smart, kind, and as a plus, rich.

"For the lady, Beau Joie." He held two beautiful champagne flutes, each held a fizzing liquid. I accepted the cup between my fingers and took a drink at the same time as him. I've just heard of this stuff in romance books and films, yet I was at that point of truly liking him in one night. I felt my cheeks heat up with a pink as he sent me little wink while his lips pursed around the glass rim. "Have I let you know that you're the beautifulest amongst all the women I've ever seen?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, biting my lip at his compliment.

"You haven't seen many women I assume?" My eyebrow raised at him as I yet again took a sip of the champagne that tasted like citrus and apple as it hit my many tastebuds.

"I've seen my fair share, and I can tell you what I said was a fact. Don't believe me if you want, but I can prove it if needed." I gulped at the possibilities he could be suggesting.

"And what are you implying, Mr. Hardy?" I scooted to the edge of my seat, leaning in closer to him. He did the same, only a few inches from my lips.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?" His voice was deep, pushing me over the edge, I couldn't deal with him. I went forward, crashing my lips with his soft ones, sharing the alcoholic tase between the sensual moment. I didn't mind the taste. I felt his strong grip move to my thigh as we continued to synchronize our lips, soon feeling his tongue graze my bottom lip in anticipation to enter. I allowed it. We pulled apart after a few moments of heavy interaction, we both sat there out of breath.

"Take off your blazer." My request was forward and I demanded I got what I asked for. He slipped it off without question, grabbing onto the bottom hem of his under shirt, giving me a questioning look before I nodded, then he took that off too. I was correct before, he was fit, my fingers ran down his abs, drawing an imaginary sloppy line from his V-line to his biceps, clutching a hand around his upper arm to feel the hard muscle.

"Maybe we should get you out of that pretty little dress of yours?" His whisper was dripping with lust, I had to clench my thighs harder. Everything he said drove me crazy, I was soaked at this point.

"Who said you earned it?"

"Who said you were the one in control here?" He made me melt, he was so dominant and I loved it. I surrendered, standing up, first unzipping it from the back as we held eye contact, then slipping down the dress sleeves, finally pulling it down to pool around my feet. He bit his lip at the sight of the black lace panties I wore underneath, the dress had enough support to wear it without a bra. In the cool air, my nipples were hard at the high amount of excitement I felt. "I think you might be missing something else." He slightly pointed at the thong I still wore. I slid my thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by stretching out the fabric but not pulling them down. As I continued, I could see him getting quite impatient in his seat. "Now." I finally slid them down at his command, feeling embarrassment at my exposure but replaced it with fake confidence.

"What now?" I sweetly asked, swaying seductively as I walked myself directly in front of him. He harshly grabbed onto my hips, pulling me in to take my nipple between his teeth, harshly sucking and nipping. I moaned loudly, his sudden action sparked my body massively. "Fuck - Ben." My hand took a fistful of his blonde hair, tugging slightly. His suction pulled off as he took a moment to look up at me.

"Don't call me that." I looked down confused. "You can call me Sir." He then wrapped his lips along the other breast. His other hand found its way to between my thighs, rubbing my clit slowly. His fingers rolled perfectly.

"Hmph - Sir, I need more please." He hummed against the soft skin in response, he continued. "Please, I need to be fucked." He withdrew his lips and hands from me, standing up to match my height, unbuttoning the suit pants then releasing himself from them. Once he was left in his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the counter on the other side of the island. Although there was a cup holding utensils, he used his arm to sweep them off the counter and to the floor, scattering everywhere. He once again grabbed onto my hips, ordering me to jump then also lifting me up to sit bare-ass on the counter, he re-adjusted his hand position, placed his hands on both my under thighs, lifted them up so that my pussy was at a better angle for him to enter while I leaned back and held myself up on my arms. He bit his lip as he gazed down at my glistening slit.

"You're so wet for me, princess. How bad do you want my dick in your tight little pussy?" I rolled my head back in anticipation.

"So bad, Sir, please fuck me." He finally removed his last layer, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, I licked my lips at the sight of him completely nude in front of me. I moaned quietly as he teased me with his tip, it was this moment I was beyond thankful I was on birth control. I craved him cumming inside me. I made no remarks at his slow entrance, I knew thats what he wanted from me. Suddenly he thrusted in slowly, I moaned out, hearing him sigh as he slipped in.

"You're so tight, babygirl. You feel so good around my cock." He continued a slowed pace, allowing me to adjust to his length and width. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable but was soon replaced with pure bliss.

"Sir, please go faster, " He slightly built up to a fast pace with my request. The sound of our moans and slapping skin filled the quiet apartment. His thrust grew faster and deeper, and I moaned even louder with every push. At this point I was a moaning mess, the pleasure took over from the waist down, the overflowing delight clouded my head.

"Turn around, I want your ass facing me and your stomach against the counter." He slid out of me, causing me to whine in response. "Do it, now." I followed his order and managed to rotate myself on my tits, it was cold sending small goosebumps on the surface of my skin. "Such a lovely ass." As his words distracted me, his cock slipped back into my slit, hitting deeper than the last time. I cried out in pleasure, stretching my arms out attempting to reach for something. All of a sudden the sound of glass hitting the floor could be heard, I knocked the glass full of champagne off the counter.

"Fuck Ben, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between breaths as I used my hand to push behind me on his chest. All he did in response was grab my wrist and pin it behind my back.

"I don't care, don't think about it babygirl." He sped up once again, now grabbing a fistful of my hair. My legs started to weaken from all the pleasure, I couldn't control any sounds that left my mouth. I barely had a grip on my surroundings either. "Shit baby, I'm close." His teeth clenched together, grunting as he continued the pace.

"Cum in me Sir, fill me up." I attempted to push him over, and I succeeded. Feeling his warm cum release inside me. After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled himself out.

"Now it's time for you baby." He lowered his face to my cum dripping pussy, licking a strip from my clit to my opening, pressing his tongue into my slit. I groaned as his tongue thrusted in and out, it was significantly more exciting to me that he had quite recently came inside me and is currently licking it up. I didn't require substantially more attention to cum, I was already close when he was fucking me with his dick.

"Sir, I'm close." I moaned.

"Not yet baby." He muffled against my pussy. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to not cum. His tongue removed from me, now standing and inserting two fingers. Curling them with every moan, he harshly pulled up and down causing an intense amount of pleasure. I was bound to cum at this point.

"Sir, p-please, let me" I couldn't finish the sentence without stuttering on my moans, "let me cum, please."

"Now, babygirl." And with his reaffirming words, I let myself release around his fingers, urging them with both our cum joined. "Face me." I pitifully pivoted, looking at his fingers he held at my face level. "Suck." I eagerly took his fingers in my mouth. Sucking and enjoying our tastes together, once I licked all the wetness from his fingers he sighed as he removed them from my mouth. "You better to go tidy yourself up, sweetheart." His voice was presently delicate as we ogled at one another, flushed from our recent climaxes.

"Wheres your room?" My voice was strained and tired from the many moans I recited.

"Down the hall, second room on the left." I let myself down from the counter, to my surprise he snaked his hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss. I blushed before I slightly wobbled to his room.

It was the following morning, I laid in his bed, naked whilst enveloped by his white sheets. I didn't know what I was thinking the previous evening, however I was satisfied with my result. The washroom entryway was open, enabling me to watch Ben wash himself in the steamy and glass doored shower. I had no desire to go home. I heard the water stop, signaling me that he would be emerging any moment. The shower door accompanied the silence that now filled the room.

"When do you want me to go home?" I called to him, tracing imaginary shapes on the sheets.

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rwbyremnants · 5 years

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BIG WARNING: THIS ONE IS HET. Probably the only het fic we’ll do besides the little bits of Arkos fluff in SWTD. Lots of Dom/sub stuff so you should skip it if that is not your thing. Fic is set before the epilogue of White Noise; it will contain some small plot details for the broader WN universe.

Also… I realise some of you may have reservations about this fic. Especially after what recently came to light with Qrow’s voice actor (I won’t go into details, you can look those up elsewhere). But this story is still very important for plot reasons within the White Noise universe, and was written a couple of years ago – yes, multiple years, we have a lot of backlog. Plus I hate to hold an actor’s behaviour against the character. Hopefully you can still get some enjoyment out of it, despite that (and that it’s a straight ship for most of you who come to this account for the lezbeans). If not, you can look forward to the next installment which will be full of our usual gayness!

Thanks again to CoNzz for the editing help! It was much appreciated!

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Cock teasing, fellatio, kitchen sex, doggy style, light spanking.

=Chapter 1

"Shame you're not an Uber driver. View like this, smooth ride… you're a five star all the way."

That was one of many unneeded comments from the passenger in Winter Schnee's car. Her lip curled as she kept her eyes on the road, trying to deaf them out. What had she done to deserve this?

The answer was, a lot of things. Two years had passed since that conversation on the jet plane, where she had promised one Yang Xiao Long, and later her sister, Weiss, that there would be no more “dirty dealings” going on in the company. This was meant for her own safety and protection, but as time went on, company with one's self was just missing something. It was bland, dull, colourless… and it gave her too much time to reflect on how close she had come to forcing her sister’s girlfriend into committing suicide. She found herself needing extracurricular activities.

One such activity, which Yang suggested, was joining in with her father and uncle's weekly bowling matches. They had been missing a team member for a while, so she was welcomed into the group, though her game was a bit rusty. Gutterballs aside, it seemed to have been an enjoyable enough night, even if one member of the team seemed unable to keep his booze-fueled comments to himself. The same team member who she insisted on driving home rather than let him stumble there.

"Then I expect you to pay for fuel, at the absolute least. No matter how much you spent on fueling yourself." Though she did not take her eyes off the road, she was sorely tempted. The scruffy man, Qrow - if that was his real name, which seemed highly unlikely - was slouched down so low that his knees were pressed up against the dashboard. She would have had to glance down and into the actual seat to see his face.

A face that brought about a mixed reaction. All night, as she attempted to improve her game, she had both wanted to gaze curiously at his noble features, and slap it in equal measure. Something about his confidence brought about both emotions. Either way, her dislike certainly had nothing to do with his looks; he was just her type in that regard. But she refused to let herself dwell on that and that alone.

Both Taiyang and Yang had warned Winter of Qrow Branwen. The drunk, the guy who spoke his mind without giving a second thought, or a damn about anyone other than himself. He didn't care if the flirting annoyed Winter, nor particularly if his posture and cocky attitude did, either. In a way, the forthrightness was refreshing, even if it grated on her nerves.

"I had like, one drink." When he raised his hand up it displayed three fingers rather than just the one. Then he smirked to himself as he held his hands behind his head instead, spreading his legs out wide as he leant back. "Besides… I wouldn't have to ride in your precious car if you weren't so insistent on driving me. It's a left here, toots."

Under her breath, Winter muttered, "People still say 'toots' anymore?" as she turned the car in the direction indicated. Indeed, he was repulsive… but only in manner, and the smell of alcohol. Despite the five o'clock shadow on his jaw, he was very neat and well-kept, and obviously in fantastic shape. He just liked to do his best impression of a complete jerk at all times.

"Y'know, I figured when Tai said my neph- niece's girl's sister was coming along, I expected someone a lot shorter." He commented, head freely bobbing with the motions of the car as he still leant back against the chair, like his head was too heavy to support by itself. But then it slumped in her direction, eyes raking her figure from top to bottom. Particularly the bottom. "Gotta say it worked in my favour. I dig tall chicks."

The rigid woman's eyebrows shot upward as she pulled up to a stop sign, which allowed her the luxury of turning to glare down at him. "Excuse me?! I… I'm not that tall. And I am not a 'chick', you disrespectful boor!"

He only smirked, nodding very slowly. "Nah, you're not." But when she pulled off again, he looked back to the road and added, "More like a hen."

"Oh, a 'hen', am I?" She'd had enough of being teased; it was time to tease back. "Guess that makes you a rooster, doesn't it? If I've ever met a man who's a giant cock, it's you."

That only made him laugh. It was a shame they were nearing the shoddy apartment building, or so he thought. He'd have to make the final comment as they pulled onto the curb a good one. And so he did.

"I know I'm a giant cock." The smirk grew wider. "Or maybe you meant ‘who’s got a giant cock’. ‘S true, too."

Though her expression was disgusted… her mouth stilled as she guided closer to the parking spaces. To him, he would have thought she was simply tired of exchanging such lowbrow conversation. In reality…

What if it were true? He was a decent-looking man, with that mussed, steel-grey hair, brooding eyes, just the right amount of scratchy stubble. If he was endowed in addition, perhaps this was worth exploring – should he even be sober enough to get said endowment to rise. Just because she had sworn off sleeping with clients to further her sister’s pop star career didn’t mean she had to swear off all one-night stands.

"Well, here you are," she grunted, putting the car in park. "Should I help carry you up to your room, or can you still walk?"

"Oh pssshh. I ain't that drunk." But the way he had to place his hand on the door multiple times to find the handle said otherwise. He did finally manage it and climbed free from the car. Of course he hadn't worn a seatbelt; what did she expect?

But once he shut the car door again when outside, he leant in against the open window, head tilting to one side as he leered at her. She hadn't got rid of him yet. "Unless that was your subtle way of asking if you could come up to see said giant cock… or have a drink, whatever comes up first."

The boldness of his offer, coupled with how unconcerned he seemed to be about the whole matter, sent a thrill through her stomach. One she knew all too well. Without letting that show in her face, she responded, "I'll come up to make sure you don't miss your own door handle and crack your head open on it. We'll see about the rest."

His eyes widened a little in surprise – and also showed how bloodshot they were. "Huh… never expected that one to work, but, whatever. Not gonna look a gift-horse in the mouth."

She spotted him up a couple of flights of stairs, Qrow stumbling and supporting himself on the railing all the way there. Until they got to the middle floor. Winter could only assume his place would be a common scene from the shabbiness of the building itself. Poorly maintained, cheap and old. A place just as rough as him; how appropriate.

Once fumbling with the key to the door over and over, he eventually pushed open the door to his apartment. Yet again rough, but not as bad as what one would expect. There were a few bottles here and there, the odd garment of clothing on the sofa, but nothing too major. Qrow had made it the best he could with all his secondhand budget furnishings. What more could you do with a tiny one-bedroom apartment?

"What's your poison?" he asked, staggering into the small kitchen area.

"Perrier. But somehow, I doubt you have that, so any water will do – or club soda with lemon or lime, if you don't even have water." The last was intended as a jab at his drinking, but in truth, she wasn't sure he'd have a single bottle of water in a bachelor pad like that.

Pacing around the room, Winter ran a finger over the top of the television. The coating of dust was there, but thin; he'd cleaned within the past week or so. The DVDs on the stand were all of action movies, season sets of a cop drama. The very picture of a man who spent a lot of time alone. Against her will, she frowned at them, thinking that perhaps he had it coming considering the crudeness of his flirtation tactics… but she also felt sorry for him not having anyone in his life on a regular basis.

"I got working plumbing," the voice called up from in the kitchen area again. Indeed, this was a man who didn't get many visitors at all. Not even Taiyang or his nieces visited very often. He was a man who went to them, rather than had guests up in his own underwhelming apartment. For one reason or another.

"Then pour me whatever," she called back distractedly. In fact, it was fairly obvious that he had no intention of having guests over at all, considering the choice magazines that were simply out on the coffee table. There were at least five different Sports Illustrated issues there; two of which features swimsuits, as she had dreaded. Also, a periodical about guns. Rolling her eyes, she shoved at them idly…

And saw something peeking out from under the cover of a football player headed for a touchdown. Something decidedly more conspicuous than the others. Another swimsuit issue? Nipping it out from underneath, she had to suppress a gasp of shock that he might have heard.

It was porn. The man literally kept porn in his living room.

The cover showed a girl all in leather sitting on top of another girl wearing a dog collar, which instantly piqued her interest. Was he… that kind of man? Flipping through the rest, she saw it was largely the usual; some lesbians, some straight couples, most of them doing the typical scenes. Only the cover was slanted toward a darker variety of "play" – probably merely as a tactic to hook the reader.

There were a few curse words yelled alongside the obvious stumbling in the kitchen from where he went to get the glasses, and then the pouring of water. He was distracted for now, it seemed. That appeared to be the only magazine of such a variety in the living room, but even then, it seemed to be a subtle hint to the man Qrow was. What his interests were. At least none of the pages seemed particularly worn from being held open.

'Perhaps he hasn't read it yet,’' she thought to herself reasonably, trying not to get overly excited or paranoid, or read anything more into the situation than was in front of her. All this meant was that he had a porn magazine; it might have been a cheeky gift from Taiyang. Perhaps he did get off to it but only the more typical scenes inside, he or just liked to glance at the cover and laugh. Plenty of explanations. Even so…

When she heard him coming, she slid the magazine back where she found it, straightened the rest, and perched on the couch cushion as if she had been sitting there all the while. Thankfully, he was too drunk to notice, and simply paced toward the living area with the two glasses in hand. One large one for Winter, filled with ice water. The other, a smaller glass, filled with whiskey and a single cube. Clearly he didn’t intend on slowing down now that he was home.

"Can't exactly say I expected guests, but…" As he handed the glass to her, he looked around. "Welcome to the chicken coop."

"Yes, it's… charming." She was above rude comments on a person's living conditions, unless they had to do with literal messiness. In Qrow's case, that would just be nitpicky. Sipping at her water, she asked, "Have you lived here long?"

"Six years, give or take?" Allowing himself to fall onto the other end of the sofa, he slumped straight away, spreading his legs once more when he relaxed. Typical man… "Remember the first thing I did when I got the place set up was have Yang over for some ‘guy time’ watching the game. Only to find out she'd come over to tell me that he was a she." Taking a sip of his drink for a moment, he sighed, "Weird memory to look back on but really is the first thing I remember about this place."

"I envy that memory," she sighed easily, crossing her legs as she sat back. "My… sister-in-law, I suppose she is. Did they tell you the story, about how I found out?"

"Nope, I just assumed you got told like I did." Although a few seconds after taking his next sip, he seemed to slow right down, smacking his lips together. "And… now realise that… you might not have known and I could'a just outted her randomly… well, fuck. I’m pretty chatty when I’m on the sauce."

"Don't worry, you didn't breach her confidence," she added with a little chuckle. Then she cleared her throat. "I… was worried she wasn't what she seemed, so I did some investigating. Outed her behind her back, and thought I had discovered some great secret. Of course, that was my ignorance; I understand that now."

For most whom she had told the story to, they glared or reprimanded her – even though she trusted very few of them with that. Some asked asked her why it was such a big deal because they were ignorant themselves. Either way, it seemed to lead to arguments and judgement. Yet Qrow never shifted. He kept staring into nothing as he swirled his drink around.

"Least that shit happened when she didn't trust you." He spoke rather softly. "She trusted me when I was an asshole about it. Said a lotta shit that turned out to be just… ignorance, like you said."

"Oh, and that's so hard to believe after the way you've behaved all night." But considering the man looked put out enough by the memory already, she reached over to swat him lightly on the knee to show she was only winding him up. "How were you an ass?"

It seemed to be appreciated. Downing the remains of his drink, he placed the glass on the coffee table on top of the magazines. "Acted like it never happened. Poor girl poured her heart out to me, and all I did was keep inviting her on guys’ nights out and to watch the game here. I thought she was just a crossdresser or gay or whatever, or it was a phase."

Nodding, Winter mulled that over as she took another drink. "And… I'm going to assume she didn't get quite as much out of the male-oriented activities as you were hoping?"

"I got a quiet kid sat on the sofa with her mouth shut. It was Ruby that one day came with her and told me what I was doing, how I was hurting her." Shrugging his shoulders on his chair, he looked over to her. "Says a lot when your youngest niece is coming over telling you you made her older sister cry."

"You had no way of knowing," she sighed with a little nod. This was an area she definitely had experience with. "You and I… we grew up thinking you were a man, or you were a woman, and that was that. Anyone else was living in a fantasy world." Crossing her legs in the opposite direction out of nerves, she continued, "And then our family members made sure we learned differently, didn't they?"

It pulled a small smile to one side of his face as he nodded, still staring out at nothing for a while longer while he recollected all the memories, and thought about his niece and her relationship again. "Yeah. They're good kids. Couldn't ask for anything else."

"I can't believe I ever tried to break them up. And almost succeeded." Staring down at her water, she muttered under her breath, "Maybe I should have taken you up on that drink, after all."

Slapping his knees before lifting himself onto his feet, he flashed a mixture of smirk and earnest smile. It was the best they had got on for hours, but there was a small victory in knowing she was comfortable having a drink. Heading back into the kitchen, he called out, "What's your poison, then? And you're welcome to crash on the couch if you wanna get shiftfaced."

"Gin and tonic, if you have it," she finally acquiesced, feeling as if she had sunk to new depths, accepting a drink from a man she should be driving to an AA meeting. "And you never did say about that lime!"

"Does this place look like it'd have fresh lime, toots?"

Unusually, the two seemed to get along for the rest of the evening. Winter had agreed to have a larger drink after all, when Qrow had convinced her she could take his bed should she decide to stay, or he'd call her a taxi if she wanted to leave. They bonded over a few more glasses, and TV casually in the background. But as they drank, they continued to talk about their experiences with Yang.

It was strange how talking about such a subject seemed to bring them together, but the mutual venting about how awful they felt with themselves helped them to heal – to know that they were not alone in being ignorant, and that it wasn’t too uncommon to learn from their past mistakes. Especially now they knew things had worked out in the end. In fact, Winter was just about finishing her tale. The full story.

Which seemed to have Qrow staring off into nothing, barely able to look at her after what was just told. "…And there I was thinking her ex, Blake, was the emo one. Never expected someone as fiery as Yang to feel so low she’d try to do a thing like that."

"Never thought simply asking someone to consider my sister's feelings would nearly drive them to suicide. Though that isn’t quite what I did, it’s what I thought I was doing." Taking another belt of her brandy, she sighed, eyes wincing at the strength of the drink. "But, as we've all discussed, I had no way of knowing… they were the real thing. I didn't understand what 'trans' meant, that she wasn't some 'man in disguise' trying to corrupt my sister. She did then, and still does, mean the world to me. I thought I was doing my job as a big sister, and…"

Tears had begun to creep into her voice, but she took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and took another. "No. I'm done crying over that; I made mistakes, I have been forgiven."

Putting his third finished glass for the evening down, Qrow sat back on the sofa again, running a hand through his hair while he thought about everything. Obviously he had felt slight anger, considering the one in question was a niece. But as Winter said, it was in the past. It wasn't like she could go back and “fix” it. After more rational thinking, he even shrugged his shoulders.

"Always knew that kinda stuff ran in this side the family. Depression and all that shit. My sister; her mom, was the same. Guess I hoped it skipped a generation."

"You understand, right? That if I even had the slightest inkling… that I would at least have been more polite, or asked more questions. Done something different!" Taking another deep breath, she wiped at her eyes, more to prevent tears from falling than because any had. "I can't imagine Yang not being a part of my sister's life now. Part of my extended family. I just… didn't know her and didn't see my own prejudice was tainting my view of her."

"Hey." Sitting up straight, he managed to smile slightly. "Worked out in the end, right? Those girls are off on tour together, you and Weiss are tighter than ever. Shit mighta happened, but no point in beating yourself up now."

Another deep breath. Those were becoming a habit. It was one of the many ways Winter helped deal with her mistakes of the past. But she did have others.

"You're too kind to me," she told him, laying a hand on his knee. Somewhat neutral territory; not too high so that she seemed easy, or provocative, but it was an initiation of physical contact. Something to build on.

"Think I got a can of Pringles or something. Will help sober us up before bed, I guess." But he didn't leave just yet, simply holding the glasses in his hand a little longer while he tried to keep upright. Seemed that's what he needed.

After some time had passed, Winter pushed his thigh to get him moving vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. "Then don't just stand there, get…" Then she yawned widely. "Go… oooing. Whoo, I think this brandy is going to my head."

"Maybe it's bedtime and not snacktime, huh?" The rugged man had finally managed to stumble into the kitchen, dumping the glasses into the sink. He could take care of them in the morning. More concerned for making sure his guest was settled, he paced back out and into the living space again, nodding to gesture to one of the doors. "Come on, let's get you to bed, Snowbird."

"Snowbird?" she half-laughed as she stood, also wobbling on her feet. "Woo… alright, perhaps you have a point…" As she approached, she asked, "But where will you sleep?"

"On the sofa. Where else?" Holding open the door to the bedroom, he waited patiently for her to enter. "Knock out there pretty often. ‘Sides, a lady such as yourself deserves better’n my crummy couch."

Thankfully, the state of the bedroom was better than the living room instead of worse. The bed wasn't made, but there weren't any spare clothes or porn magazines left out and about. If anything, the only embarrassment was the many bottles in the trash can; otherwise, it was very well-kept. Though a very mild tingle shot through her stomach at the idea of laying amongst his sheets, smelling his masculine scent all night, she was professional enough to suppress that. Clearing her throat, she began to kick off her flats.

"Well, I thank you for being a gentleman. If this happens again, I'll plan to catch a cab so you don't have to do this for me."

"Hey, bed's available any time. Save your cash." Once she was sat down on the bed, he waited a moment longer by the door, watching for a small while. It was the first time he'd had a woman in his apartment for a long time, let alone one in his bed. Not that it would lead to anything more, he expected. Still… "Can I get you anything else, or are you alright here?"

"Well, I think we handled the nightcap," she told him with a small smirk. "But thank you. Goodnight, Sir Rooster."

"Night, Snowbird." It seemed to suit her better than the word 'hen', at least – given her sometimes cold nature, and the white hair. Without another word, he finally stepped back toward the main room again, shutting the door behind him quietly.

As far as things went, sleeping on the sofa didn't seem too bad of a price to pay for the evening's events. Qrow had found a friend in one of the least likely people he expected. And had her back at his place! As he stripped down to just his boxers for the warm night ahead, he laid down and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while in thought. They had one thing in common in that they had taken more time than others to accept Yang, and maybe they were both helping each other deal with the sadness that followed after realising their mistakes. But was that really enough of a bond to build a lasting friendship upon?

Maybe that would come tomorrow, he thought. The morning could hold plenty of possibilities.

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When Winter awoke the next morning, she was momentarily puzzled by her surroundings. Those weren't her sheets, her curtains. They weren't even ones that belonged to the Schnee condo in California, or a hotel room. Where on earth…?

And then it came back to her in a flash when she breathed in, and found herself swimming in musky aftershave and other hints of manliness. Qrow Branwen's apartment. They had drank too much to even manage calling her a taxi. She tried to feel disgusted with herself, but being enveloped by that sent was oddly comforting. That was something she would no doubt be analysing to death later, when she didn't feel too at peace to examine anything.

Finally, however, the call of nature ended her reverie. Peeling herself out of the dark sheets, she just managed to remember to grab her slacks from the floor and pull them on; she didn't want to present too much of a show to him just for going to the bathroom.

She glanced at the couch as she went from one door to another, and saw his grey head on the arm. Still asleep. Trying not to wake him, she did her business and stole a drop of mouthwash, then rinsed the sleep from her face as best she could. Not bad, for having none of her usual morning ritual products. Her hair was only slightly turning into a bird's nest. She did notice again that she was definitely getting older, but she tried not to think about the bags under her eyes, the very beginnings of wrinkles. The passage of time could not be stopped so there was little point in fretting; she just had to finally start contemplating Botox, using face creams. That was the best she could do.

However, when she exited and began to approach his sleeping form, she was in for a mild surprise. For an old drunk, Qrow wasn’t half bad looking. In addition to the flattering stubble and rugged looks, he had a remarkably well toned body. This was a man who clearly worked out in his spare time, when he wasn't drinking or bowling.

Rather impressive arms and slightly visible abs aside, there was another highly noticeable factor: he wasn't exactly lying about the “giant cock” part, either. There was a rather obvious ridge pressed up against his boxer shorts – one that seemed to have a sizable length to it, at that. The occasional twitch proved it was real, and he hadn't just stuffed socks down there to make an impression when she saw him.

Gradually however, his head moved lightly against the arm of the sofa as he began to wake… and Winter found herself disappointed that she wouldn't have much time to enjoy this show. Truly, it had been a while since her last "encounter", and even though she had her own means of pleasure between lovers, that just couldn't compare to what Qrow had to work with.

However, he wasn't quite awake yet. Maybe she could startle him for a cheap laugh. Tiptoeing around the couch, she crouched by his side, leaned over, and positioned her face so that it was a mere centimetre away from the tenting in his shorts and plastered a smirk on her face. And waited.

There was a deep breath in from him while he tried to get comfortable. Seemed he wasn't quite awake – more trying not to be. He shifted his legs on the couch back and forth to get to a better position, which, to Winter's guilty delight, made the large presence bob with its movements. What a shame it would be when it would have to go away.

Of course, by this point she was unable to completely ignore his scent. It hadn't been readily apparent when first coming to hover over him, but now that she had been stationed there for a minute… she couldn’t suppress her excitement at being close to him while aroused, even in a half-awake state. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips before she could stop it, and then she inwardly cursed herself for such silliness. Nothing was going to happen. She was simply playing a very mild prank on her sleeping in-law.

Finally, the eyes were starting to flicker. And he slowly found them beginning to open. At first, he was staring up at the ceiling, so saw nothing of her at all. That was until he began to look down.

By that point, she was leaning closer still. Her cheek came into contact with the cotton material, and she suppressed a shiver as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes. At least she was still smirking.

"Morning."

Blinking rapidly, he tried to make sure he wasn't seeing things, or imagining things. But he felt it! Felt her cheek against him! Opening his eyes once more, he looked straight at her, mouth dropping open very slightly.

"Y'know…" he began. He never once seemed upset or disgusted by that behaviour. Just surprised. "Think I could call this sexual harassment if I wanted to."

"Only if you protest." She leaned closer, and though she had already been inwardly shocked at her own behaviour, now a voice in the back of her head was screaming as she felt true pressure in return; she was literally leaning against his erection! This drunkard who acted like a cocky asshole all night long! Had she lost her mind? "Do you? Protest, I mean."

"…Am I dreaming still?" But he really could feel her face against him, especially when it twitched again. He had abandoned any hope that anything close to this would happen, yet Winter was now making the first move. But he did want it to continue, so he played along.

"Protest?" he asked, running a hand through his hair to 'neaten' it again. “Guy would have to be crazy with you that close to protest.”

A powerful need swelled up in her. One too long suppressed. As she bit her lip, watching very carefully how he reacted, she began to raise her hand up to lay on a bare stretch of his thigh, slowly dragging it upward.

She really wasn't fooling around. She wanted this – wanted him. Did that really come down to a simple case of morning wood in the end? Was she that impressed with what she saw? Delicately humming at the gentle touches, he half closed his eyes when looking back to her.

"Seriously though, why keep going here when I could bend you over the kitchen counter?"

Well that certainly shot heat straight to her core. Now she had to ask, even if only once. As her hand began to tease him very lightly through the fabric, only just touching without wrapping around the girth truly, she whispered, "This isn't too strange? Me doing this, and considering your offer… even though we basically just met?"

Qrow was still questioning if he was dreaming or not. The hand was definitely there, he could feel it caressing him still even now. Still, he looked toward her, tilting his head. "Ain't got a clue why you'd wanna with a lowlife like me, but I sure as hell ain't turning it down if you do."

"Mmm…" The groan was low and sensual, purely designed to tease. "Perhaps I don't. Perhaps I just want to tease a little. Are… you alright with that?"

But even as she asked this question, Winter performed a move she had perfected over the years. Fingers moving nimbly, she tugged the fabric down and to one side slightly, moving it in just the right way that she caught the flap in the front of his boxers around the head of his erection, then pulled inward so that it slid through into the open air.

Another contented humming filled the air when his member was exposed. She must have had practice if she was able to pull that off so quickly. Just what did this Schnee chick get up to in her spare time? he wondered. And from that, he also began to wonder what she could do for him. Finally he looked back with a smirk, giving a small wink. "Oh, I am more than interested."

That little was all she needed to lean over and press her lips up against the hot flesh. Ohhh, it had been too long for her. The scent rolling down from the head was just right; thick and sharp without overpowering. Her stomach rumbled, and she realised it wanted breakfast… but she was just going to have to settle for something else to tide her over.

Such were her thoughts as she leaned up and accepted him into her mouth.

"Oooohhhh…" How long had this been? Long enough for him to have forgotten what it felt like to have a woman's lips around him. Warm wetness encircling his member, dragging itself down every now and again with gentle movements of the tongue. Winter Schnee must have had a lot of practice to pull this off without a single hitch. But it still made no sense why on earth someone so gorgeous and refined as her would be so insistent on pleasuring him first, especially when she could probably demand he do this to her first and he would oblige.

Little did he know that she grown to love pleasuring men. Loved the many sensations; sights, sounds, smells… tastes. She didn't always care for the men themselves, but that was of little importance. Not when she could get her fix and then discard them as easily as they discarded her.

As her lips began to make their way down his shaft, tongue laving over him all the while, her hand released and moved to his thigh again. Inch by inch, it slid up the inside of his shorts, teasing the skin there as effectively as her mouth teased the main attraction. He was finding it more difficult to keep himself composed. Moaning and panting in front of a woman was definitely not what he planned on doing first thing in the morning. With his magazine, perhaps; not with a guest. But that's what he was reduced to. A moaning mess that was relaxing further into the sensation of getting 'the full service'.

"Geez, Winter," he managed to groan between gasps. "I think this more or less… makes up for all them gutterballs."

At that, she laughed briefly as she raised her head up, allowing him to bounce from her mouth. "Really? You have a problem with how I handle balls?" And the instant she asked, her hand swiftly ran up and cupped his, fingertips expertly fondling without causing the slightest pain or discomfort.

"HAH!" That should have been expected. Especially when her hand had already been so close! The mouth was familiar territory, but treatment as good as this… did he ever have this? He didn’t believe so. It felt oddly relaxing to have such a delicate part of him caressed and fondled; doubling up with the now cold air on his wet member, it was an interesting sensation. Growling with delight, he leant his head back against the chair, smirking to himself again.

"You wanna be careful. Treat me too good and this old soldier might not make it to the kitchen."

That prompted an earnest chuckle from her; she appreciated a man who could be so brutally honest. Nodding, she licked him again and asked in as sultry a voice as she could manage, "You really want to sink this deep into me, don't you?" Another lick, a kiss. "Do you have… the proper precautions for that?"

That brought a growl out from him when he grinned back down toward her. A woman who knew how to handle him well, and wasn't afraid to remind him to keep things safe. How much luckier could he get? Still, he nodded to her question, head tilting in the direction of his discarded pants on the ground. "Always got a couple in my wallet, in case I get lucky. Think I hit the jackpot."

"Good." Then she gave the sack a light squeeze before she withdrew, standing up. "I'll go get ready to receive, while you get ready to give. Um… do you want me all the way stripped, or… do you prefer taking care of that yourself? I don't mind either way."

Sitting himself back up again, he leaned down to grab his pants from the floor, patting them to find the pocket and said wallet. At the question, he couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Been too long since I done anything, toots. I think after that, you can call the shots. I'll do it however you want me to do it."

Again, she was impressed against her own will. He was nailing every single response, even though she had almost been hoping he didn't so she could have an excuse to back out, or to challenge him further. How was this scruffy-looking man doing so well? It was as infuriating as it was…

Arousing. Without even checking, she already knew she was beginning to dampen her underwear. Licking her lips and clearing her throat, she traced a hand through his already-tousled hair as she walked past.

"I'll get ready the way I want to get ready, then. Meet you there."

"Try and stop me."

The entire exchange was beyond anything he'd experienced before. There were one night stands, fuck buddies, the occasional girlfriend; nothing like this. Nothing like a woman who knew exactly how to handle him, where to put her tongue, how to talk to him. And on top of that, she was beautiful and had a fantastic body to match. Maybe this was a dream, an elaborate one he'd wake from in a few hours and wonder what an earth had happened. But dream or not, he was determined to enjoy it.

Such determination had him frantically pulling the wallet from his pocket, opening and taking one of the small packets which he opened it with his teeth. He was so very eager to begin. Once the small ring was free, it didn't take much longer for him to press it against his member, pulling the latex covering all the way down the thick length until he was ready. Once that step was complete, he hauled himself to his feet and made his way to the kitchen to see just how Winter had prepared herself.

The sight he met when he got in there was like something out of a dream, or a movie. Winter was already leaning over the counter – not braced for him to enter, but simply leaning as if she had been thinking about something while sipping from the water glass between her fingers. The only noticeable conspicuous change was that her slacks were missing; panties still in place, in their black satin glory, but otherwise her bare legs were on display from hip to heel.

"So that's how you wanna play it. Never expected you to be the ‘trophy wife fantasy’ type of girl." It looked bizarre, him stood in the doorway with a sheathed, rock hard erection, her so casual against his counter. Still, he had reason for all the questions. After so long and so many partners, one would lose their interest in maintaining appearances. Might as well get the important things out of the way.

Such as… "Any other requests?"

"Just one." Looking over her shoulder at him briefly, eyes flicking down to what he was about to bring closer, she smirked as she whispered, "Don't disappoint me. But I have a feeling I don't have to worry about that."

Eyebrows raising up then down, he finally approached his lover for the morning. Hands falling to her hips with a slight slap, he stared down at her plump ass. How truly lucky he was to get to experience this fine figure of a woman for the day.

"Let's just take care of this here…" One hand left her hip to quickly reach down, tugging her underwear to one side and tucking it by her lips out of the way. But it didn't leave just yet. He took a moment to simply dip a finger into the slick folds, feeling around their softness for a while to gather his bearings.

Seemed she really was eager to go. The moans that were falling from her open mouth were very slight; this was a woman who knew how to control herself. Allowing herself to enjoy his teasing touch was a decision, not something beyond her ability to suppress. Her thighs drifted very slightly apart.

"So, want me to charge in here? You're ready for it." He noted that as he leant in toward her, pressing his bare front against her back to whisper, "Or do you want some more heating up first?"

"Wh-whatever you want, Rooster. Just… make the moment count."

What he wanted. That's what she said, for him to do as he pleased. Maybe she really did want him to treat her in a way that optimised his pleasure, no matter the circumstances. If that was the case, this really must be a dream. But a dream that he would make the most of; no point in letting the condom go to waste. He took the hand away from her folds, and instead reached down for his member instead. Pressing up against her, he began to guide himself toward the welcoming entrance, gradually pushing forward once he was lined up until he felt the head slide in.

"What I want," he began, immediately moving the hand that was his guide to her back instead, where it grasped a handful of her shirt. And then used that to yank her back against him when he slid forward, pushing all the way inside in one go. "Is you on my cock!"

"UhnnnhhHAHH!" Winter wailed, taken completely unawares by the sudden rough treatment. Of course, he was not the first to go from gentle to brutish in such a short span, but this was the first time it had happened without her requesting it beforehand. Still, it was nothing too far, nothing that would hurt her or made her feel anxious – and she had said he could do whatever he wanted.

Quite the opposite, in fact. Her eyes slid closed as she got past the initial sensation of being claimed, and began to simply enjoy the girth squeezed inside of her. It was every bit as huge as she had observed, felt inside of her mouth. And she loved it. Oh, how perfect he felt nestled there!

Meanwhile, Qrow was pleasantly surprised. He had expected her to perhaps brace up, or even quite loudly tell him off. But no such response. She seemed to only relax herself further, even part her legs that bit further for him. He really must be dreaming, this was everything he desired!

To make the moment count, he continued the rough pace. Hand continuing to yank her back onto him, the other hand also on her hip to aid that process, he began to push his member in and out of her at a quick pace. His breath got heavier and heavier each time his member pushed deep into the warmth of her tight body, truly giving them both a morning to remember.

And her own breath was growing more ragged as she felt him riding her harder, skipping straight to the dirtiest manoeuvres. Seemed they had both been waiting awhile for a good solid fuck.

"Ohhh, yeah," she moaned out as he thudded into her, raising one calf briefly before it fell down again, straining to keep herself at the proper angle for him. Tall though they both were, the counter was just slightly too high! Not that she minded working around that slight obstacle.

"Lemme get that for you…" The least he could do was move his hand from her hip, using that hold under her knee and lift her leg upward to the position she desired. It made no difference to him; he was still going to keep the pace fast and hard into her. Only he suspected doing this deed for her would help her feel more of the benefit. Maybe it would even hit that special place of hers.

"That's right, you cock!" she growled throatily, just beginning to push her hips back to meet his very slightly. By and large, it wasn't necessary. Winter began to release her hold on her voice slightly. Of course she had been holding back. No man got to hear Winter completely unfettered their first dance. But she could let more slip through, let him have a very slight taste of how she could be when she went all out. "You… you take what you want from me!"

This was crazy! She was actually pushing herself backward, meeting his rough thrusts with her own each time, making it even harder and more brutal. She really did know her stuff, and really must have been craving this just as much as him to be getting into it this hard. But just how hard did she want him to go? He was already lifting her leg, and pumping in and out, quick and unforgiving. Could he take it further?

Deciding to risk it, he took his hand off her hip a moment, raising it back only to bring it down onto her backside with a firm SLAP!

"OHHH!" she half-shouted, pitching forward very slightly. Not enough to take him out of her entirely, but it did interrupt her own thrusting rhythm. Now that she hadn't been expecting. The way he had been riding her hard and fast had lured her into thinking he would merely continue that until he burst. Which she was fine with. Where had the spanking come from?

But she wanted to find out how he meant it. Some men just liked to swat a few times as they rode their conquests, merely for the sight of the rippling flesh. Others did it for separate reasons.

"Yeah, that's right," she panted, voice more strained, less self-assured. "Y-you… you want me to be your dirty girl, don't you?"

Growling out his next few breaths, such words were only egging him on further. She really did like being handled roughly. Maybe she would even he interested in his more twisted desires that he generally kept to himself. Not that he'd been able to test that before – not to the full extent he wanted to. But that he refused to let himself think about. Not yet. This was a single fast and brutal fuck in the span of twenty-four hours; there wasn't even a guarantee it would be anything more than that.

For now, he made do with what he had, bringing his hand back to slap her backside once again – only this time, he kept his grip on the fleshy cheek, grasping firmly as he used that in addition to yanking her back on him with his shirt. Anything to make it harder.

"Fuck yes, I do," he growled, somehow managing to lean forward. "And you… you just want me to use you, huh? You… like being my dirty slut, don’t you?"

Winter's mouth dropped wide open. For some reason, even with her flinging such dirty talk back at him, she had not anticipated that he would respond. Not this quickly, and not almost exactly as her deepest, darkest heart wished for him to. However… that did not mean she had no response of her own.

"Fuck yeah. I am a dirty slut. Use me, fill me up!" She sucked in a breath at a particularly hard thrust, then uttered, "Harder! Make me really feel it when you claim me!"

From his position behind, he couldn't feel the constant changes of expression in her face. The words were all he had to go on, and those words were telling him to go harder. So he would oblige. Finally grasping as hard as he could, he thrust very harshly against her. Hard and fast. Every time his hips collided with her backside, there was a rather audible slap that echoed through the apartment. In addition to the low toned moaning he was finally allowing himself, anyone could tell just what they were doing. Probably even the neighbours would have something to say.

But it wouldn't last too much longer. He could feel his cock beginning to twitch and throb. Not that he let it affect the pace yet. "You ready?" he shakily asked. "R-Ready to… be a good little cumslut?"

That was a word, among a few other choice selections, that she had very secretly been hoping he might use, but didn't dare anticipate. "Cumslut." Instantly, she could feel both her face and her sex heating up, driven further by that one simple word. Her voice climbed higher in pitch once she finally responded.

"YES! Make me your dirty cumslut, do it! Fuck me!"

The positive attitude toward such a harsh word, the efforts she was making to throw herself back against him, were finally too much, and really was a dream come true as he found his end. Quivering, he grunted outward rather loudly as he delivered a few more firm thrusts inside, feeling his member throb hard and harshly. Thankfully, the latex covering was enough to prevent anything ending up inside of her. And from how pent up he was, that could be for the best – else he may well have ended up 'filling her up' as she requested.

Even after he was done, he left himself inside longer, shoved right up against the counter as his hand still held that cheek tightly. He was still going to 'claim' her, right up until she got her end too.

"Yeah! Yes, I f-feel you filling me! Yeah, it's- nnhhAAAHH!"

It had been a while for Winter since she last enjoyed an internal orgasm. Partly because most men she slept with weren't capable of the raw force and finesse combined that were required, and partly because on her own, she usually opted for "flicking the bean", as it was known casually. But somehow, Qrow managed that. He filled her so well that she came.

He felt every last twitch inside. Every single vibration her legs made, and even a slight throbbing of her own against his member. She really had been waiting a long time for someone do this to her. And do it this hard. Just as much as he'd been waiting, it seemed. Part of him was wondering if to do it again. He was more than pent up enough to go for a second round in a few short minutes. Maybe she'd like that. For now, however, he pressed his bare front against her back again, slowly lowering her leg again.

"That what you were after, Snowbird?"

Shivering, Winter allowed herself to lie on the counter, catching her breath. Then she whispered, "Ohhh… yes, that… hit the spot…" Swallowing, she managed to drag the glass of water closer from where she had laid it aside, but couldn't tip it or push up to drink from it, so it merely sat there, mocking her by being out of reach.

"And you know what would hit the spot for me?" he whispered into her ear between his own raspy breaths, beginning to ease his hips slowly backward. It almost seemed as though he was about to thrust forward again, keep going once more. But that small hope seemed to fade when he slipped out completely, standing back upright to pat her back. "Some bacon and eggs."

"Sounds good to me, too. Where are we going?" Reaching back, she finally nipped the crotch of her underwear to the side and covered her still-soaking petals. After the sudden workout, she was beginning to recover her wind now.

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom." He was already at the other side of the room when he finished that sentence, taking off the covering to throw it into the trash. Looking back toward her as he tucked his slowly softening length away, he smirked. "The dirty girl makes the eggs and bacon, right? You seem to like that role."

“E-excuse me?!” “Hop to it, hotness.” Then he swatted her on the ass before heading for the door.

Winter simply watched him leave to wash up, a curious look on her face. The dynamic was shifting, mutating into something new. Even before it had a chance to be something old. Smiling a private, scheming smile, she turned toward the refrigerator to see if he even had bacon and eggs in the first place.

#Black Tie #qrowin #qrow x winter #rwby smut #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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stardusttrashed · 6 years

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Make me yours

Requested

Summary: Calum has a hard time pleasing Y/n due to stress

Pairing: Calum x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Tad angst, unedited

A/n: This is my first smut

It was like clockwork. Every time you could finally feel that pit begin to grow, just before your legs began to tremble, something would pop up. The doorbell would ring, or Duke would bark non stop, or someone would call their phone.

The more it happened the more Calum would seem to get upset, taking it personally as he couldn’t finish the job.

Right now was no different. Calum rocked his hips slowly, relishing in the feeling of being inside you. The way you writhed underneath him, moaning his name in melodically. He loved how his name sounded when it came from you. The way you seemed to emphasize the ‘Cal’ and let ‘lum’ tumble past your lips in a whisper.

“Right there,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders as you pulled him closer. He watched as your eyes fluttered closed with a small proud smile on his face. You moved your hips in time with his, helping him keep his steady rhythm. “I love you,” you moaned softly.

“I love you too-,” Calum began, his train of thought being brought elsewhere for a second as his phone rang and buzzed uncontrollably. His hips faltered for a second before keeping the same speed. “Not tonight,” he mumbled before pounding into you as if his life depended upon it.

“Cal,” you mewled, your back arching as you tried to close the non-existent space between you. The ping of an incoming text followed by another call shifted your focus. Calum quickly demanded your attention again, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. You could tell he was growing frustrated by the way he clenched his jaw. It was no longer just passion. Anger had settled upon him, failing his own internal challenge to finally help you orgasm for the first time in weeks only making him more upset.

It was that he couldn’t hit it right. You loved the way he filled you completely, how he’d hit your g spot with ease. It was like he was made for you and the fact that he knew every inch of your body made the experience so much better. But recently the pressures of being in a band had been gradually overwhelming him. He was still as loving as usual, but more distant. It was like living with a physical manifestation of stress. At first, it just made the sex better, you were his release, the one thing he was allowed to control. As the stresses piled up and the interruptions happened more frequently, however, he was beginning to change both inside and outside the bedroom.

“Cum with me, doll,” Calum breathed, burying his face in your neck. You could feel him twitch inside of you, but you were nowhere near being close.

His loud growls muddled your thoughts, “Cal- Calum I can’t .” Your hand moved to his chest, urging him to stop. “I can't.” You looked up at him apologetically, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

“Please Y/n,” he pleaded breathlessly, his eyes searching yours. You bit your lip and nodded, rolling your hips against his. He shot you a small thankful smile before returning to his unforgiving pace. The whimpers he tried to cover with growls alerted you to his close approaching high. You closed your eyes, allowing your jaw to hang slack as if you were about to orgasm. Calum thrust sloppily into you a few more times before spilling into the condom.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned as you faked your orgasm, hoping your act was as realistic as possible. You were proud of yourself, believing he hadn’t noticed it was fake as he stilled inside you before pulling out.

He sat on the edge of the bed after throwing away the condom, his eyes focused on the ground. The air around you was slowly growing heavier, the tension becoming thicker by the second. “Don’t fucking do that,” Calum blurted, his eyes still focused on the floor. “I don’t know which is worse you not cumming or you pretending to.” Pain and frustration laced his harsh voice.

“Calum I-.”

“Just save it. I should’ve listened to you when you said you couldn’t,” he sighed and ran his finger through his hair. “I gotta go, the boys are probably on their way to the studio. I’ll see you later,” Calum mumbled as he got off the bed and threw on some clothes.

Your heart grew heavy as you watched him gather his things without so much as even a glance at you.

Weeks had gone by since the last time you two had sex, Calum’s stress growing by the days. He started talking to you a few days after the incident, but there was still this tension that hung around you two.

Calum sat on the couch watching tv, a beer in hand while he tried to relax and forget about the everything else in the world. “Cally,” you hummed as you walked over to your boyfriend, blocking his view of the tv. You slowly climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Maybe we should go out tonight. Help you forget about everything,” you coaxed as your hands rubbed his chest. “I miss my smiley boyfriend,” you breathed against his neck, planting soft kisses along it.

“Yeah? What do you have in mind,” Calum inquired as his other hand found its place on your hip. He had a small smile on his lips, but his eyes didn’t reflect any kind of amusement.

You shrugged, “something. Hell, we could just go get drinks and some food. Have some us time y’know.” His chuckle rumbled in his chest made you smile softly.

“I’d love that baby, we definitely need some us time.” As you were about to climb off of his lap he abruptly stood up, holding you in his arms. You giggled and clung to him like a koala. “Are you tryin’ to match tonight,” he glanced down at you while he walked to the room.

“And be a cute cliché couple? Duh,” you chuckled, pecking his lips before getting down from his arms. “Hey, no phones tonight okay? Unless we’re taking pictures or it’s our parents we can’t use our phones,” You said in an asking tone as you held your pinky out to him.

“Deal,” he linked his pinky with yours, immediately informing the guys about the agreement.

The ride to a local pub was some of the most fun you’ve had with Calum in weeks. The no phones rule seemed to almost immediately lighten the air, sweeping away any stress either of you had. You sang along to the radio obnoxiously when She’s Kinda Hot came on the radio, asking the Uber driver to turn up the volume. Meanwhile, Calum sat there with a small blush painted on his cheeks, giggling shyly.

“Come dance with me,” you begged, tugging on his hand like a child as you swayed your hips to the beat.

“I still have half a beer,” Calum chuckled as he raised the bottle to his lips. You bit your lip to avoid pouting while you watched him take another sip of his drink, your eyes focused on his lips wrapped around the top of the bottle. Without thinking you grabbed the still partially full bottle from his hand once he was done with his sip, downing the rest of it in seconds and making him chuckle. “Someone’s eager to dance,” Calum teased you, standing up from his bar stool. He followed closely behind you onto the dance floor, trading your hand for your hip as the number of people around you increased.

You glanced over your shoulder with a smirk, letting the bass in the song control your body. “For someone who’s in the rhythm section you’re really stiff,” you giggled as you turned to face the awkwardly dancing boy. “Relax baby.” You slipped your hands into his and brought them to your hips. “Please,” you asked softly, giving him a small encouraging smile.

Calum nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. His movements were gradually become more fluid, his body relaxing under your touch. All his other worries disappeared, allowing you to be his one and only focus right now. And then it happened. He smiled. That heartstopping smile that exuded happiness from his entire body. His chocolate eyes shined brighter than the stars.

“What would I do without you?” He twirled you around until you were facing away from him.

“I wonder the same thing,” you smiled, feeling him pull you closer to him. Your bodies moved in time with each other, grinding against each other despite having plenty of room to separate. The feeling of his breath against your skin made you laugh, followed closely by his own laughter. “Calum,” you whispered shyly. He hummed in response. “I want you,” your voice was shaky from the nerves despite the feeling of his hard-on against your thigh.

“Want me to call our ride?” His voice was more like a whisper right now as you turned once again to face him. You shook your head, keeping your gaze focused on him. He knew what you were saying before it even left your lips. The same thought you were having already running through his mind. He grasped your hand firmly and led you to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He crashed his lips onto yours, desperately grabbing the back of your thighs while his tongue worked against yours. You pulled his pants down in a haste, wasting no time. You were so desperate for his touch right now and he was equally as desperate to please you. To hopefully make you feel better than you made him feel. You whimpered against his lips as he bunched your dress up around your waist. His fingers teased over your slit through your soaked panties, flicking your clit softly.

“Cal please,” you whined as you palmed him through his underwear. You tugged the material down gently before being stopped by his hand. His gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head as he ripped off your panties. You gasped in anticipation, your hips writhing, looking for any kind of release. Calum teased your entrance with his tip, coating it in your juices. You were about to beg for more when he unexpectedly slammed into you causing you to mewl his name. You leaned your head back against the wall as he picked you up, pushing himself in further. You relished in the feeling of his cock filling you entirely. He pulled out until only his tip was inside of you, slamming back into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly as if it was your religion as he destroyed you, pounding into you the same manner he had the last time you two had sex. This time his movements were different, more focused and caring. He wasn’t challenging himself anymore. The only thing on his mind was your pleasure. There wasn’t anyone or anything else to think about but you, you were his priority. He was more relaxed in his thrusts, your soft moans and whimpers intoxicating him. He rolled his hips causing his tip to brush against your g spot.

“Right there, I’m so close. I, fuck,” you whispered, your brain turning to mush as he repeatedly hit your G-spot while he released your hands. He slid his hand down between your legs, his thrusts never faltering as he began to rub your clit.

“Cum for me baby. Be my good girl,” he growled into your ear. You fell apart at his words, clenching around him and letting go of yourself as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Calum thrust into you a few more times before spilling into you, his whimpers causing you to smile. He slowly stilled inside of you, making sure to ride out your highs before pulling out.

You looked over at him to see a huge smile pressed over his expressions. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “Feeling better,” you giggled as you kissed him gently.

“You have no idea.”

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sleepingdoyoungie · 6 years

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Spirits - Lee Hoseok

Author: restinghobi

Pairing: Wonho x Reader (female)

Warnings: demon!au, Incubus!au, comedy, horror, sexual content, oral (female recieving), edging, thigh riding (i mean have you took a look at wonho's thighs? They're D I V I N E. Ok i'll stop lol), praising kink, foreplay (bc wonho likes to tease A LOT), lowkey overstimulation?, nicknames (such as babygirl,baby,princess), aftercare (we all need that good ol' aftercare by this GOD *cough cough* sorry uh Demon)

Word count: 2.9k (I REALLY TRIED TO CONTAIN MYSELF WITH THE DETAILS OMFG)

A/N: This is so long :') Lord please forgive me my sins. I admit that i've sinned. I'm deeply sorry.

MASTERLIST

It was a normal Friday night and you were with one of your friends at home. They decided to bring one of those Witch boards.

"And why did you bring this again?", You asked them.

"Because your house always had this spooky vibe and that is the perfect place to do something like this.", They mumbled.

"You're insane...", You answered. But you insisted and you set everything up, lit up candles and darkened the room.

You both put a finger on the planchette.

"If anyone is out there please talk to us.", Your Friend spoke loudly. The planchette began to move and you tried to remember the letters that spelled out a sentence.

W H A T D O Y O U W A N T .

"Rude. We are just trying to contact our wigs you know? They've been missing for a while.", You spoke and your friend started to laugh but stopped when the candles were like blowed out.

You sighed and went to light the again.

"That is so rude of that spirit to just blow out the candles while we're trying to contact our wigs...", You said loudly.

You sat down yet again to the board, while your friend was terrified to death.

"What's wrong? Do you actually think that spirit or dead soul whatever kinda thing will hurt us? I think this is all really psychological and is completely messing your brain up.", You said and your friend nodded. You took them in your arms to confort them. You furrowed an eyebrow as the planchette began to move on its own.

W E ' L L S E E I F I ' M R E A L O R N O T B A B Y G I R L .

"What the...", Your Friend said.

"Why would it say babygirl? Come one let's get out of here.", Now you were a little scared too. You both leave your room and go downstairs.

You heard a dull thump which sounded like something heavy dropped on your bed.

"Go i'll go look what's going on up there.", You told your friend. You quickly got to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You carefully walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door to your bedroom. You saw a male figure sitting there.

"Oh nice the spirit managed to come out of the board! Yay!", you said sarcastically.

"Why do you have a knife in your hand?", He asked.

"Oh yea you know I just wanted to make sure no one broke into my house so you know.. but I actually wanted to kill you...", You said, well it slipped more out because of how nervous you were.

"Ah okay.. I smell that you're nervous.. Relax Babygirl.", he smirked.

"What do you mean "Babygirl"? Always these stereotypes damn I don't wanna be called a 'babygirl' like I mean do I look like a baby to you? Like, what the heck do male creatures even think while calling their girlfriend 'babygirl'? It doesn't makes sense to me to be honest.", You said.

"Okay can you please stop ruining my purpose? Thanks.", he said.

"Who said- anyway, who or what are you?", You asked.

"Well finally- Umm i'm an Incubus..", he said.

"Ah okay a Demon that is screws people while they're sleeping okay I got it.. So um what do you do when they get pregnant? Like do you go to your sucubus girl and then screw her? And then have Demon babies with her? Okay sorry I read too much on the internet...", You said.

"Uh.. Haha you were right with the first part was right but the second part? I don't really think so..", He said.

"Ah okay... And why exactly again are you here now?", You asked, curiosity laced your voice.

"You summoned me.. even though I never came through a board though.", He said shrugging.

You talked for the rest of the night and you totally forgot about your friend. The man told you his name and after that he said that he had to leave.

"Can I contact you again?", You asked. He nodded but then opened his mouth to say something.

"You can try. I don't know if it will work tho.", He mentioned. He stood up and walked to the board, the closer he came to it, the more his sillouette (idk if that's a word lmao) had faded. You smiled and put away the stuff. You checked your phone to see messages from your friend. They wrote that they took an Uber home and that they arrived home safely. They also said that they, if you were sucked up by the spirit that you would protect them. Lol.

A couple days had past since you first talked to the Demon Wonho. You thought over the time you talked to him, would it be a very vivid dream? You weren't sure but you definitely wanted to talk to him again since he didn't seen like a normal Incubus. He really didn't seem like a lust controlled demon that sucked literally all sexual energy out of you. After work, you got home again.

You made yourself a meal and stepped up to your bedroom. You got out the board and candles again. You lit up the candles you used last time with your friend. You took a deep breath and started to ask the board: "Wonho? Are you there?",

You let go of the planchette and waited a little until it moved it self.

Y E S .

"Where are you?", you asked. You closed your eyes and you heard a thump next to you. You opened your eyes again and looked to the source of the Sound. Next to you sat Wonho, almost at the same place he sat last time as he came over.

"Hello Wonho.", You said as you continued eating your Food.

"Hey, how have you been?", he said as he snuggled into your shoulder.

"Stressed, but other than that i've been alright.", You replied. Your eyes met for a short second, but then Wonho looked away. You started blushing, you internally hoped that he didn't see it. He stole a quick glance at you, and started smiling.

You brought your plate from the Food down to kitchen. You took a deep breath and got back up into your room, where Wonho was still sitting on your bed. The sun peeked through the blinds.

"I have to show you something...", Wonho said.

"What?", you asked.

He took your hand and wrapped it around his wrist.

"Hold it in the light.", he says. You held his hand in the sunlight that peeked through the window.

You saw that his hand started to disappear so you let go of his wrist to cover up that last sunlight that peeked through the window.

"Why did your hand dissapear?", you asked while sitting on your bed, yet again.

"It's because I'm weak... I have no power whatsoever.", he says, while looking into your eyes.

You thought about it. Would it be a sin to give him the power he needs? Would it affect your personal life?

But then you made a decision.

"What if I give you the power you need?", You blurted out.

Wonho looked at you in a shock for a short while.

"W-What did you say?", Wonho asked to make sure you weren't out of your mind.

"I asked if what if I give you the power you need. To feed your desire.", You said confidently.

"W-Would you really do that?", Wonho stutters. You looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Yes.", you said. He wanted to pounce on you right away but he hesitated.

"Y/N I think you need to think about it again.. I don't think this is something you would agree to just like this. You should really think about it.", Wonho says and strokes your cheek with his thumb. You felt your heartbeat increase and it wouldn't slow down.

"I'll get going then... I'll see you the next time you call me, Y/N.", Wonho said and again, he dissapeared through the board. You let yourself fall on your bed. You touched your cheek where Wonho stroked it. You felt your skin shiver a bit at the thought of him touching you.

You took your phone in your hand to check the time. It was already late so you just decided to got to sleep but before that, you went downstairs into the Kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You heard light footsteps coming near you.

"Hello?", you called. You heard as if somebody was running towards you. You were suddenly pushed against the wall and then the Demon revealed itself; it was Wonho of course. You smiled a bit and found yourself in a kiss in less than five seconds.

He cupped your face to deepen the kiss. His hands roamed to your waist and gave it a light squeeze. Now his hands wandered under your shirt, pulling it up a little. A whimper escaped from your lips while your skin was covered in a chill. You felt your heat in between your legs getting wetter by every second he kissed you. He started to go rougher, as he pushed his tounge through your plushed lips. Wonho broke the kiss as he looked into your eyes.

"I think you thought enough about it and I did too.", he said as he tucked at the hem of your shirt.

"Can I?", he asked, reffering to your shirt. You simply nodded and Wonho pulled it over your head. Your lips reattached to his and his hands moved under your thighs to pick you up. He smirked a little and yet attached his hands with your ass. He gave it a good squeeze and started walking upstairs. His lips left yours, to see the stairs.

Your lips attached to his neck, kissing and biting, creating purple bruises. Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck to hold onto him. You two slowly arrive at your room. Wonho pushes the door open, straight walking to the bed. He pushes you down onto the bed, kissing your neck as light whimpers escape your mouth. His hands roamed around your torso, down to the hem of your shirt. As his hands touched your burning skin, a shiver ran down your spine. He pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your bra. He took in your scent and you could see his eyes flicker a little bit.

His lips wandered down to your breasts, kissing them lightly. You sat up to open your bra and threw it somewhere in your room. You felt the arousal that pooled in your tummy increase. His lips moved to your already hardened bud. His tounge moved around it, making you moan. He moved to the other nipple, making sure to give it the same attention as the other. You felt your thighs clench together, as heat rushed through your whole body. He left a trail of hickies from your breasts, down your tummy and on your thighs. He slowly pulled off your panties, then he kissed everywhere exept for where you needed it the most.

"W-Wonho please stop teasing..", You pleaded. A smirk formed on his face.

"As you wish princess..", He replied, twirling his tounge around your clit. You let out a shaky moan. He used his hand to hold you down. Two of his fingers were alredy buried inside of you, thrusting in and out of you slowly as you let out a moan here and then.

"You taste so good, babygirl..", Wonho says as he was about to finish. Your breath start to get heavy as he started to pleasure you again.

He looked at your reactions here and then, praising you, and edging you the whole time.

Before you were about to cum, he pulled away again, which was the forth time now.

"Wonho... Please let me cum.. I need it..", you plead as he still didn't let you cum.

"Beg for it baby.", He says and has his tounge on you again.

"P-Please.. Wonho, please let me cum~ I need it so bad.. I'll be good for you, please.", Wonho smirked.

"Call me daddy, baby. I need to hear it out of your sweet little mouth.", He said and you were on the verge of tears because you wanted to cum so bad.

"Baby, let me hear it.", He said.

"D-Daddy please~ let me cum.. I need to please, i need you buried inside me, going slow and deep please~", You begged.

"Hm.", He hummed, almost sending you over the edge. His tounge was pressed harder on your clit, just moving ever so slightly. You let out short breaths, that soon turned into sweet moans. His last lick along your slit, sent you over the edge, making you cum. He cleaned you up, and kissed you.

"You did so good, baby", He praised you, while massaging your thighs a little bit.

"Now baby, i want you to try something else..", He says and lifts you up, and sits you on his thigh.

"Try to pleasure yourself on me, princess.", His hands gripped your hips, and guided you.

Your sensetive clit moved on the fabric of his jeans, letting you escape moans. Your hands held onto his shoulders for support.

"You ride my thigh so good, i'd like to imagine you riding my dick, princess.", He said and moved your hips a little faster. You couldn't really answer, the only sound that left your mouth were moans, that would soon be replaced by little cries because of the overstimulation. You were soon going to cum again, and you let Wonho know by not purposely intensifying your moans.

"I know you're close,now cum baby.", With that, your thighs started to shake and you orgasmed the second time.

"I ruined your pants... I'm sorry.", You said and pouted.

"It's okay, they're going to come off anyway now.", He winked. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. He opened the belt of his pants, and pulled the pants down painfully slow.

You could see his bulge in his boxers, and that was where you got excited.

He pulled off his boxers too, letting his boner spring free.

"Do you have condoms?", He asked. You nodded and pointed at your counter next to your bed.

He opened the counter and pulled out a silver package. He ripped it open with his teeth and pulled it over his length. He climed on top of you and placed himself at your entrance. He placed your legs around his waist.

"Are you ready?", He asked. You nodded.

He started to slowly thrust into you, later on going deeper and deeper, your sweet moans intensify.

"You're so tight baby.. You feel so good wrapped around my cock...", Wonho groans. His hands intertwine with yours and layed them next to your head.

His thrusts get sloppier and that was when you reached your climax. He continues to thrust into you, finishing shortly after that. He pulls out of you, throwing the condom in the trash bin.

He gets to the bathroom, to get a washing cloth and wet it. He gets back to your room and starts to clean you up.

"I've imagined this since the first time you summoned me through that board.", Wonho said, chuckling. You smiled at him. As he finished, he quickly got a glass of water for you from downstairs and a pain killer.

"Here drink this, so you won't have any pain and remember to stay hydrated at all times okay Y/N?", You just nodded and drank and took the pain killer.

He took the glass and put it on the little table next to your bed. He soon wrapped himself into the sheets next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Will you leave?", You ask him.

"No... At least not yet.", He replies while giving a kiss onto your shoulder. You smiled and cuddled yourself into him. You soon found yourself falling asleep, even though you didn't want this night to end.

#lee hoseok #shin hoseok #shin wonho #lee wonho #wonho #wonho smut #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x smuff #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #monsta x x reader #wonho x reader #not requested #im back

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Drunk in love (Branjie) - Thorpe

AN: Who doesn’t love drunk Brooke? I certainly do. And I’m happy to present you what that comment about alcohol “loosening Brooke right up” did to me. If you’ll like it, my ask box is opened at @freykitten. And most importantly, shout out to @pink-grapefruit-cafe for proofreading this. She’s just as lovely, as she is talented.

“You better put that down, bitch” Vanjie had to bite down a smile, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched Brooke lift his drink with hand so unsteady it looked as if it was barely keeping the glass upright.

“But I’m not done yet” Brooke whined, blinking and trying to focus his gaze on dark liquid coming dangerously close to the rim.

“Oh, you’re so done” the shorter man gave up on keeping her face straight and sneered. Drunk Brooke Lynn Hytes was the most hysterical sight she’d ever seen, hands down. And the fact that he was also the most adorable one didn’t help at all. “I ain’t no bodybuilder, I ain’t gonna carry you out, twinkle toes”

“I love it when you call me that, Papi” Brooke purred with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile that came across slightly sloppy but gorgeous nevertheless. He put his drink on the counter, spilling it a bit, now interested solely on a tanned figure before him. Standing up, he held onto Puerto Rican queen to help himself steady but the hands that started roaming slowly over her shoulders and chest had nothing to do with fighting gravity.

“Na-ah, it ain’t happening, bitch, no way” Vanjie cackled, getting slightly flustered, gently swatting his forearm with the hand that wasn’t occupied supporting his weight.

“T’s not what you usually say” Canadian slurred with a cocky smirk, continuing his trail down Vanessa’s body, trying to bow enough to reach her neck with his lips but the sudden sway back made him pout and eventually put that off for later when he had already found his balance. Preferably in bed with his lovely companion.

“Usually you’re in better shape. Let’s go home, yeah?” She didn’t leave any room for answers as she handed bartender a few bills and firmly pulled Brooke away from their seats not waiting for change. He heard the beat of the music as they were carefully manoeuvring next to the crowd on the dance floor (well, it was mostly her manoeuvring and him bumping shoulders with every person they encountered). He thought of joining them but decided he liked the strong grip of a small palm on his waist better.

“Hey, hey, whatcha doin’? Hold on, I can’t walk like this!” Mateo struggled to keep both Brooke and herself from falling as the older queen tried to hug her but ended up throwing himself over her.

“Don’ wanna be away from you” the man in question mumbled into her hair, subtly rocking from side to side.

“Well, I don’t wanna split my head open on that floor. Come on, get off me” she was getting annoyed and tried to push him away enough to go back to their previous position but stopped when she saw the hurt painted across his face.

“You don’t want me?” He asked in a small voice, hardly audible over the loudspeakers. She sighed and held his head up to make him look into her eyes. He was hysterical after alcohol, sure, but he was also super emotional.

“‘Course I do. You know I do” she said in a deep, meaningful voice, stroking his cheek. Puerto Rican hated to see her lover doubting something she was so sure of. He should be certain he meant everything to her at all times, no matter how out of it he might have been at the moment. She gave him a light peck, hoping for it to be enough of a reassurance. “Now home, please” He didn’t say anything, just nodded but a brilliant smile that was now lighting his features told her it was indeed enough. Without any further obstacles, she led them out of the bar to wait for their uber.

Earlier it was muggy and hot, typical for California summer. They spent a nice day walking around the town, stopping by at her favourite places to take cute photos and discovering those she’d never been to before. Simply enjoying the sun and the company of each other that never seemed to last as long as they wanted. But she was thankful for each and every moment ripped from their hectic schedules that they got together, as she was for delicate wind and a slight chill in the air around them now. With both hands cautiously placed on Brooke’s waist, she leaned on the wall behind her and closed her eyes. Where was that damned car? She was tired and couldn’t wait to get that lovable drunk of her boyfriend safely tucked in bed and call it a day.

Fingers grazing her jaw brought Vanjie back to reality just a split of second before she felt familiar lips pressing against hers. She closed her eyes again and angled her head to reciprocate the kiss, smiling into it at the soft sight of contentment the taller man made. It was blissfully unrushed, like waves of a peaceful sea lazily brushing the shore or poppies gently swaying among the grass under a breeze. But the breeze was soon revealed to be a presage of an incoming hurricane as former ballet dancer pushed his leg in between Vanessa’s and kissed her with more power. She let it happen for a short while but the taste of alcohol, stronger than before, made her pull back.

“Baby, we’re in the middle of the street” she tried to regain some composure but judging from how raspy her voice came out, she wasn’t doing best.

“And that’s a problem because?” Brooke trailed off and smiled smugly before sucking in one of the fingers she had covered his mouth with to create more distance between them. She shivered, partly aroused, partly surprised at the sudden change of temperature and quickly retrieved her hand upon meeting his tipsy gaze.

‘Because you’re drunk as the all living fuck’

‘Because I’m barely holding back myself’

‘Because we’re under contract and can’t have anyone walking in on us’

“Because our ride is here” or at least so she hoped as dragged the older man in direction of a black car which pulled in next to the bar’s entrance. Trying to leave an empty seat between them proved itself to be an idea as failed as Trixie doing RuPaul for Snatch Game since just as she gave her address to the driver, she had long, strong arms squeezing around her midsection and blond curls tingling her neck. Bent in a way that couldn’t be even close to comfortable, Brooke seemed extremely pleased when she scooted even closer to the shorter man. With an eye roll, she returned the weird side hug, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns on the other’s biceps.

His head was slowly beginning to spin and the buzz in his ears was becoming overwhelming. For once he was thankful for the traffic that never ceased in LA because his limbs felt way too heavy for him to move anytime soon. Currently he was the happiest he could be, at the side of the man of his dreams as they were going through the streets of the city that brought them together. He smirked at the memory of flying from Nashville at RuPaul’s invitation, knowing damn well it would change his life but having no idea to what extent. His thoughts were getting less and less clear, everything a blur with an exception of blindingly white teeth framed by a brilliant smile or biting his neck in the dead of the night and warm brown eyes he would gladly spend eternity staring into. It sounded like a good idea, he realized. If only he could lift his head but that otherwise trivial task seemed unachievable in his present state so he sated himself with snuggling closer and letting the presence of the man he was lucky to call his envelop him fully. After what just as well could have been an hour or mere minutes but still appeared way too short, the warm hand moved away from its previous spot on his arm and he instantly hated it.

“You asleep? Told ya I ain’t gonna carry your ass” voice too loud for his pounding head’s liking shook him out of his haze. He frowned and mumbled something incomprehensible. Puerto Rican sighed heavily at the sight of a literal tragedy in the making sitting next to her and longingly looked in the direction of the wooden door just a couple of metres away. As it turned out, Brooke was surprisingly lenient and very gladly followed the smaller body that radiated safety wherever it went, unfortunately not missing out on hitting his forehead while getting off the car. “Are you okay?” Vanjie asked, her tone worried but with the corner of her lips quivering in amusement.

“Never better” came a slurred response. With a headache either way inevitably coming to him in the near future, she let it be and slowly led the graceless tangle of limbs to her front door, having him rest his weight on her as she fumbled with the keys. She needed to have a lamp installed, she thought absent-mindedly. Finally, they stepped into the corridor not bothering to turn the lights on, having a fair share of experience at stumbling to the bedroom in the dark.

“There you go, careful” small but firm hands secured him lowering to the bed and helped him out of his clothes, then tossed them definitely not in the direction of the laundry bin but neither of them cared at that point. Brooke felt the drowsiness approach but forced his eyes open to watch his boyfriend move around the room, bringing him a glass of water he would desperately need in the morning and changing in the bathroom.

“You’re beautiful,” he said towards the silhouette he could barely muster through lids dropping dangerously.

“Whatever you say, toes” a snort came as a reply, followed by the rustling of the sheets as she joined him in their bed. He frowned at how unimpressed she sounded.

“No, but you are, like… you really are” he was getting frustrated with words that seemed to slip away from his tongue. Suddenly there were fingers caressing his temple, momentarily making him relax.

“Shh, we’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?” he liked that, next day he would have all the words in their proper places, full of meaning.

“I love you” he mumbled and felt soft lips on his cheek before tiredness overtook him for good.

“Love you too” the quiet response went unheard as it’s recipient was already fast asleep, dreaming of caramel skin under the moonlight and palms that fit perfectly into his.

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