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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Never Really Over - Sparks Fly (i)

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader x Dieter Bravo Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI) Warnings/Possible Triggers: Vague mentions of past/present substance use (coke and alcohol), Dom/Sub elements, M/M/F, SHAMELESS smut

Word Count: 10.6K Notes: This started out as angst (which I hate to write) and then the lovely @ezrasbirdie and @wordsnwhiskey let me talk it out to them and woke up the whore brain who ended up writing this instead so now you get shameless self-indulgent smut.

Other conspirators and spectators to my whore brain at work include @pagannightwitch, @coastielaceispunk, @musings-of-a-rose, and @daddydindjarin who all requested a tag when this was finished so if you enjoyed this please thank them for their hard work in encouraging me. Also throwing a tag out for @lowlights, @iamskyereads, @mandoblowmybackout, and @javierpinme because I have NO DOUBT they were paying attention to my screaming.

I tried really hard not to use any sort of descriptions to code the reader any way other than female but if I did somewhere please let me know kindly. Not beta read at all, ya'll get this raw as hell and I'm still kind of new to writing smut so please be gentle 💙 I have not ever done, nor have the intention of doing, hard drugs and if you or a loved one or friend has a history of use and addiction problems please remember that help is out there for you both for the user and their support system and that even if it's hard and scary to confront it that at least I will be proud of you for taking steps to be the best you that you can be.

“I can’t do this anymore, Frankie. You lied to me about getting help, you lied to me that you were doing better, and I’m done. I deserve better than this, than to be strung along as you spiral out of control no matter how much I try to do anything.”

It was over, you knew there was no other way, you couldn’t keep doing this time and time again and it hurt so badly that tears were stinging at your eyes and your chest burned. You’d found him therapists, you’d made appointments for him, you had Benny and Will help you get him to a medical professional to discuss rehab for his coke and despite all your attempts he stopped therapy and used when you weren’t home.

No matter how hard it hurt, how badly you wanted to stay, nothing would change and you couldn’t allow yourself to crash and burn with him. Frankie wasn’t ready to get help and you had to do what was right for you.

“Firecracker-”

His big brown eyes were gentle and apologetic, so sincerely expressive that you knew you’d break if you didn’t walk away now. That you’d end up right back here the next time you found out he was high, demanding he do better and nothing happening.

Thanks to you his superiors had ignored the first failed drug test, because you had proof he was getting help, they were willing to delay the next one and let him keep his license even if he was flying supervised so long as the next test came back positive.

Coming home to him using had been your final straw.

“Don’t, I’m here to give you this back. I took all of the things I brought with me when I moved into yours and nothing else. I hope that one day you do get help and get better, Frankie, you deserve to be happy and healthy even if you don’t think so.”

You snapped awake at the harsh sound of a door opening, stretching as you looked at your phone while Fleetwood Mac played through the speaker, and Dieter chuckled as he leaned on the door frame of the closet-turned-trailer you had been assigned. Somehow you’d landed a background role in a low budget film (a series of insane events, really, starting with getting the wrong order at a coffee shop and you’d never been able to follow the chain entirely without getting lost) and Dieter had immediately singled you out as the other… single of the group.

Even with your refusals of sleeping with him the man was like a needy baby bird that imprinted on you, seeking you out to talk about the film and practice lines with or ask how he looked when they called cut, and aside from his drug problems he wasn’t all that bad a friend to have on set. Sure he slept with anyone that said yes regardless of their relationship status, being the reason for a number of break-ups (or he ended up in a threesome), but when he wasn’t high the man was actually quite brilliant.

It didn’t help matters that he looked a little like Frankie, though Dieter’s hair was much more unruly and you didn’t think Frankie would ever be caught dead with piercings, but Dieter was also more lean built muscle and more visible softness than Frankie’s broader build and trained muscle that wasn’t completely hidden by the softness of age yet.

It was similar enough that your brain decided to punish you with reminders of Frankie almost every night since meeting Dieter even though it had been five years since you’d walked away.

Blaring sirens echoing in your head warning you about getting tangled with someone like Dieter.

“Hey Newbie, come on I got a party to go to and you’re coming with.” Dieter’s idea of parties was the furthest from yours, something he already knew since you’d argued vehemently in favor of staying back at the hotel with a good book instead of hitting up the local clubs several times now. You weren’t even remotely local to the city, not wanting to end up in some shitty club or shady hole-the-the-wall with a bunch of drunk or high strangers, and he always laughed off your concerns.

Dieter’s lips pursed together and his brows angling in and up, head tucking just enough into the perfect pout, it made your insides churn because even if the color wasn’t right and his eyes had a few less smile lines it was enough of a reminder of your haunting memories that your chest ached much in the same way it used to back then.

Suddenly you just weren’t sober enough to deal with any of this right now.

The memories of the man you’d thought was the one, the presence of Dieter-fucking-Bravo pouting at you in a way that made you think of Frankie, or the fact that your life felt so out of control that you’d be here at all. It was too much to deal with and even if it meant braving some party the idea of just one strong drink was too tempting to pass up.

“Fine.”

Your answer made Dieter’s pout lift into the biggest, smuggest, shit-eating grin as he went through the racks of clothes that had gone unused since your attire kept changing so drastically. He threw a breezy romper at you, one you’d tried on and genuinely liked but wasn’t going to be used in the film, it was comfortable and cute and matched well with your favorite sneakers.

After changing and grabbing your things Dieter nagged at you about falling asleep on set, since he had gone to your hotel room to find you first, and after reminding him that the scenes he was in with you were already filmed and that you were on a different film schedule now the actor gave you a sly grin and said something about fixing it.

“Why am I not surprised?” Your whispered question went ignored as Dieter greeted a majority of the post crew who hadn’t been shy about taking advantage of his Oscar-winning status to party big, Beth and Renee from makeup snagging you between the two of them with a shriek of delight as the rented van drove you to the club Dieter had chosen.

Watching Dieter use his clout to get all of you into the venue, some snazzy casino and night club, would have been impressive if he didn’t flirt with the bouncer and nearly get that same offer rescinded almost immediately.

It was a whirlwind of a place, the pounding music and flashing lights and writhing bodies making the room feel like a furnace, and only the crowd parting for Dieter like some sort of club-Moses got you near the bar in a timely manner. You ordered the strongest drink you could tolerate, ready to find some dark corner and avoid everyone, but Beth and Renee practically dragged you to one of the many small tables scattered around the outskirts.

“Have you fucked Dieter yet? He won’t go near us since our boyfriends are local and he already got Haley and Rose into trouble with their partners.”

“You- you’d cheat on your boyfriends… For Dieter?”

Shouting was necessary over the music and both women nodded without any scrap of hesitation. Before you could ask why the fuck that was a thing Beth downed her drink in two large mouthfuls and scampered off to the dancefloor as the song changed. Renee left her cup with you and your hand covered the top almost right away, dragging the half full beverage to right in front of you and watching the two melt into the crowd of bodies.

“Are you done yet? I want to dance.” Dieter’s presence at your side was so sudden you almost spilled both drinks, glaring at him a little, and the actor only winked behind his ridiculous shades. You stared across the crowd again and for the fraction of a second you could have sworn you saw a standard oil cap in the throng of bodies and flashing lights.

You were not dealing with this tonight.

Dieter whooped as you downed your drink and he finished off Renee’s without a care in the world, you let the actor drag you out to the dance floor hoping that maybe you’d get tired enough to just sleep like the dead tonight. No memories of Frankie, no reminders of what you’d left behind haunting you, and a clearer head after dreamless sleep.

Moving around Dieter’s flailing wasn’t too hard, he was mainly bobbing his head and chest forward and back while swaying side to side with his arms flying like wet noodles, your two-step with raised arms and light swaying was passable evidently since the bodies around you hadn’t immediately started laughing.

But you hadn’t counted on the strength of the alcohol, the heat from the overhead lights and elevated heart rate from dancing making it hit faster, and the world began to blur like out-of-focus Christmas lights. It became easier to laugh more, to not care about moving closer to Dieter when the crowd pressed in tighter, easier to accept another drink because you felt like your mouth was way too dry.

Easier to forget.

You giggled when Dieter disappeared into the crowd after leaving you at a table, since he spotted someone he knew apparently, and your footing was unsteady as you finished off your new drink quickly. Nobody could roofie you if you didn’t have a drink, right? You felt like a right genius in that moment, now you could brag that even drunk you were smart as fuck.

Something knocked your elbow a few minutes later, at least, and the guy that bumped you apologized over the music. His friends were rubbing something on their gums but you couldn’t tell what, too busy talking with Oliver as you forgave him and reassured him that you hadn’t been hurt. You knew him from post and the other two were from lighting, people you had worked with before, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“You here alone?”

“No I jus’ dunno where they all went.”

“C’mere then, we’ll keep an eye on you. Want some snow?”

“Some- where’d ya get snow in the summer?”

Oliver’s laugh was deep and buttery smooth at your question and his friends were grinning too, you wondered what you’d said wrong but the man nudged you and dipped his fingers into a baggie before he smeared the white powder along his gums. “Just a little on your gums, cutie. Like this. I can do it for you if you’d like.”

His phone was ringing but Frankie ignored it in favor of finishing up the car he was working on, he had finally managed to open a garage of his own doing repairs and detailing, and he was busy on one of his last jobs before he’d be closing up to visit the Millers for a week. Adelia was with her mother, he was still struggling with custody issues after Columbia, but he decided to just be patient.

His risk taking had lost him a lot in life.

The machine chimed that the voicemail was coming in and he paused to make sure it wasn’t Paulette asking him to take Adelia or something. He didn’t mind the random requests and here there, if anything it was something that worked in his favor, so he wanted to be hopeful that maybe she’d changed her mind about letting Adelia come with him.

“Fr-Frankie ‘s me.”

Your voice was distorted from loud bass music in the background and you were slurring heavily. Drunk, his brain whispered, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t like that; you were his biggest regret, not that he’d known you but that he hadn’t gotten the help he needed to be what you deserved.

“I need to’pologize for leavin’ya, miss you so much all th’time. S’like I’m stuck on you.”

He couldn’t help but stop to listen, it wasn’t right but he never knew he needed to hear your voice again until just now. You leaving him had led him to Paulette, another coke user from rehab, and she had reported him for the coke after he refused to marry her when she got pregnant with Adelia.

All because she knew he wouldn’t pass his drug tests and that he was already on thin ice.

You had been the best thing in his life and he’d fucked that up because he refused to get help.

“You’re probly happy ‘n doin better now, ‘s how you should be! You deserve t’be better ‘n happy with th’family y’wanted.”

Even drunk out of your damn mind all you wanted was him to be happy and have the things he’d confessed he wanted with you four years ago before he started using, you still thought he was deserving of those things despite the things he had done, and it hurt to sit here listening to this.

A reminder that he’d lost you and you still wanted good things for him. That even after leaving you still thought of him as a good person.

You sniffled loudly into the phone before uttering a soft curse.

“Now I thing I ged’it.”

You had to have shoved something in your nose or pinched the bridge of it with how your speech pattern changed.

“I feel like I cand feel bad ad’all. Even wid’a runny nose I feel uns’doppable.”

High. You were high on cocaine. Now he understood what you meant with your lead in and his hands shook slightly as he felt every ugly rush of anger burn out like a scrap of paper in a bonfire.

Instead of anger his heart sank in his chest and Frankie all but rocketed himself out from under the Toyota to race for the phone before you hung up. He knew you, he knew that you would never have done coke if you were lucid, and he knew that if you were doing this that there was a high chance you weren’t anywhere safe.

“Firecracker?”

“Frangie?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I don’d- I don’d know.”

His heart felt like it was going to fall out of his body, your breathing becoming harsher as you responded to his sharp tone. He knew it was the drugs, that his sharp anger was causing you to become paranoid, but there was no helping it. If anything happened to you he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from doing something stupid and drastic.

“Calm the fuck down, Firecracker. Let’s try that again. Where are you?”

You sniffled again into the receiver and he imagined you had a runny nose, there was no chance you’d done enough to cause nosebleeds already.

“I don’d- I don’d know Frangie.”

He couldn’t fight the way he drummed his fingers on the tabletop where he did his bookwork, mentally calculating how long this car would take and trying to remember if you had blocked any of the guys on Facebook or not. He wasn’t liking this situation at all, if you’d come with anyone they either hadn’t been with you or they had been the ones to convince you to even do coke and that pissed him off.

“Then find someone who does. Now.”

You whimpered into the device and he hated the way his body responded to the sound, hated that you needed his help to get you safe and his damn libido was reminded of all the times he’d ripped that sound out of you in bed. It wasn’t the fucking time, he needed to make sure you were safe, and only after that would he reach out to make sure you were okay.

The music got louder and a door closed, shouting and talking echoing everywhere as he tried to listen for anything familiar.

“Oliver was’a name of this place?”

“Hm? Lucky Sevens, it’s the club portion of the Casino. You leaving already cutie? One more line before you go?”

“No I god’a leave ‘for I ged’in trouble.”

Frankie had to bite back a growl, you already were in trouble but he didn’t need you panicking any worse. Instead he tapped away at his laptop, looking up Lucky Sevens Casino and Night Club, and he raked in the details of the city while also opening your Facebook in a new tab.

You hadn’t blocked him and instead he saw the updates linked to your Instagram, that you were a background role in a film shooting in the city, and the picture of the swanky hotel you were staying in was all he needed to book you a Lyft once he confirmed the distance between the two places.

“I booked you a Lyft back to your hotel, Firecracker, you’re going to stay on the phone with me.”

“Bud Frangie y’probly busy-“

“I don't give a fuck about that right now, you need to get back to your hotel and get fucking cleaned up.”

“Frangie- ‘m sorry.”

You sniffled but not because of your potential runny nose or nose bleed, instead you were starting to cry, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as his temper spiked. He wanted to be there so he could just get you back himself, so he didn’t have to rely on the chance that your Lyft driver wasn’t a creep, and to comfort you so that he could make sure your come down wasn’t bad.

He was worried as fuck about you, he still loved you and only his own fear had stopped him from reaching out to apologize, and now you were basically telling him something he wanted to hear. You were telling him that you missed him too.

“Don’t cry. I’m only angry because I’m fucking worried about you, Firecracker.”

You sniffled again and filled the silence by humming, something you’d always done when you were upset or stressed or it was just too quiet for you, and Frankie couldn’t find it in him to ask you anything or talk to you when he knew he would only be gruff and risk making you cry worse.

He sat there watching the map, watching the car show up and talking to the Lyft driver himself with the reminder that he would know if something happened to you, and he was lucky because the sweet Abuela promised she’d get you safe to your hotel and put the phone on speaker so she could keep him updated on your condition.

It was a runny nose, not a bloody nose, and he was thankful to all that was holy for that.

Luck was not something he was used to swinging in his favor, you were the lucky one and this was just part of that, and it didn’t take long to hear Juana hand you off to a hotel staff member who proceeded to get a medic to check on you and make sure you didn’t need to go to the hospital.

“Frankie?”

Your voice sounded small, tired and scared, and he grunted softly as he worked to rebook his entire vacation. Was it risky? Yes. But if there was anything worth taking a risk for in his life it was you.

“Are you happy?”

“No. But we’ll talk about that after you sober up and sleep.”

“I miss you-“

“Don’t. You need to sleep.”

He ignored your crying. For now.

“Drink your water and sleep, Firecracker. I’ll call you in the morning.”

He hung up with his jaw tight and chest burning, dialing up Benny and Will in a group call.

“Fish? What’s going on-“

“Firecracker needs me, I’m rebooking my trip.”

“Where is she, I’ll change our tickets out too.”

He had almost forgotten that, like they had for Pope, the guys would rally to his cause too. Having Will volunteer to change their entire trip made Frankie feel a flood of relief that he’d have his brothers at his back, especially if you refused to answer his call when you were sober again.

“Swanky place near Vegas but not quite in the Vegas strip, she’s going to be in some low-budget movie.”

“Are you going to call Pope?”

Benny’s question left him staring at the wall for a second, his eyes distant as he debated it, he knew that Pope was in Australia with Yovanna but it would certainly help since Pope had friends in high places still. If Frankie did get into some sort of trouble he wanted to know that it wouldn’t affect his custody of Adelia and Pope could make it happen.

“Yea.”

Once the group booked their new plane tickets he ended the call and exhaled as he called up his best friend.

“Fish? What’s goin’ on pendejo?”

“I’m flying out to the Vegas area with Will and Benny, I’d like to have you at my back.”

“Is everything okay, Fish?”

“Firecracker needs me, Pope.”

“She left you.”

Frankie well and truly loved the man and was flooded with this sense of mixed emotions at the anger in Pope’s voice, knowing that he was angry on his behalf about you leaving, but everyone knew it was Frankie’s refusal to get better that drove her away.

“Firecracker called me, she was drunk and high on coke and you know she doesn’t do that shit. Besides, you owe me pendejo.”

“Fish-“

“Columbia.”

Frankie heard the tapping of keys in the quiet on the line, it was definitely a weird hour for Pope with the time zone difference but he knew the sound of that man’s ridiculously loud keyboard.

“Fuck, man. I’m booking a flight now, where am I going?”

Was it excessive? Sure.

Was it risky? Absolutely. Were you worth it? Always.

You felt stupid but you’d been avoiding Dieter, Oliver, the two from lighting whose names you’d never gotten, Beth and Renee like the plague. They weren’t the only ones you had gone out with but they were the ones that appeared most in your memories of your colossal fuck up. Waking up to your phone going off and seeing Frankie calling you had made you terrified you’d gotten sloppy and drunk dialed him (you had, of course) and you had refused to answer the call and let it go to voicemail.

He’d left you three.

You hadn’t listened to a single one of them yet.

All you needed to see was the nearly three hour phone call on your history to the landline in his old workshop he had rented as a storage space. It was damning evidence that you’d royally fucked up and you didn’t know the extent until Oliver had found you on set asking how you felt; hearing him tell you what you’d done made you feel sick to your stomach worse than when you’d first woken up.

Everything you’d learned about that night made you feel shittier and shittier, especially knowing you’d called Frankie, and it was way too easy to run from all of the people involved than to confront any of them. You had chosen to go out and drink, you had been the one to accept fucking coke from Oliver, and you had been the one to call your ex. It didn’t feel right trying to blame them for what you’d done and you felt like a big, fat, fucking hypocrite.

Like it was hung on a neon sign above your head.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned against an exterior wall of the hotel garden, trying not to cry again as the reality set in that you weren’t over Frankie at all. Five years and you were that person pining, regretting, and wishing you’d stayed when the result might’ve even been worse.

“Hey there, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.” Oliver peeked around the wall and it was impossible not to flinch as he patted the pocket of his jacket, you knew what was likely there and had no doubt it was Dieter that replenished his supply. It didn’t take a genius to track where the coke had come from, everyone knew about Dieter Bravo’s drug issues after the TikTok fiasco when Krystal Kris leaked his OD on accident.

You shook your head and looked around for anywhere else you could go to get away.

“No, I’m fine, I don’t- I don’t know what even possessed me to do that in the first place. I don’t want to do that again.” Even vaguely talking about it made the feelings of self-loathing bubble back up to the surface and Oliver’s expression fell as he moved closer.

“We don’t have to do that; we can just have some drinks then, cutie.”

You shook your head and moved away from him, feeling the verge of panic when Oliver only tried to close the gap between you again. A very large hand settled on your lower back in such a familiar way, the slight press of fingertips in your skin and the warmth feeling like it spanned the whole of your lower back even if it didn’t, and you only had to tilt your head to see the familiar patchy beard and dark blue ball cap.

Frankie’s expression was calm fury.

“I believe you were told no and she was trying to get away from you.” He was pissed, his voice was low and growly and dangerous, you’d only ever heard him like this once and that was when someone grabbed your ass during trivia night when you’d gone to get another drink. He’d torn into the man, nearly broken the dude’s hand, and then railed you when you got home in a fit of possessive fury.

Your body responded very enthusiastically to that reminder and you squirmed as the tempo of your pulse kicked up.

“What’re you going to do about -“

“Oliver, go harass someone else.”

Your tone was sharp and it felt good, like you’d finally been able to rekindle that spark of personality you’d left behind in Florida. Oliver looked at you, Frankie, and then behind Frankie and you had no doubt you’d see the guys lurking behind him looking like a wall of ex-military muscle and grit. Watching Oliver slink away, leaving you to look up at Frankie fully, his eyes searched your face before he was crushing you against him in a hug.

The guilt and self-loathing broke and you burst into heaving sobs, smothering yourself in his jacket as you gripped the fabric tight enough to hurt, trying to articulate apologies through the slurring of tears and snot and heaving breaths. Three other hands settled on your arms, making you peek up to look at Santiago and the Millers, and you hated how you could only feel the need to apologize over and over again.

“Easy, Firecracker, easy- that’s it, go ahead and cry. It’s alright, you’re okay and we’re here.” Frankie’s soothing was the only thing that helped you stem the flow of tears, helped ground you, and when you managed to stop crying and he let you go long enough to stand on your own two feet you were engulfed in tight hugs from Will and Benny before Pope was dragging you into his arms too.

“Why- not that I’m upset to see you buy why are you… why are you here?”

Frankie looked at you blankly.

“Did you listen to your voicemails?”

Yikes.

“N-no I was, uh, actually really nervous since I didn’t remember anything about the three hour phone call and I was worried I’d been really out of bounds and that you were calling to yell at me.” Your confession earned a longer moment of his blank stare before Frankie sighed and shook his head, reaching out to cup your face gently and press his forehead to yours.

You couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into his hand, relishing in being this close to him again.

“I was telling you that I was coming out to you, even if you hated me, just to make sure you were okay.”

“Newbie? You out here? Oh, there you are.” Dieter leaned against a wall and eyed Frankie, looking past him as the others no doubt hurried over at the sight of someone else possibly causing problems, and you could have cursed the actor for showing up now of all times.

“What, Dieter?” When the man smiled, walking closer with a swagger to his steps, you realized that was his walk and his eyes were on Frankie. The fact that Dieter Bravo was prancing for your ex left you rendered speechless for a second, trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on.

“Wanted to find out if you were okay, you’ve been avoiding most of us on set since I invited you out-“

“You invited her out? It was your responsibility to make sure she was fucking safe, Hollywood.”

As someone who knew Frankie you knew that tone, his ‘danger’ tone, and Dieter did not. You attempted to intervene before it could get ugly but Pope grabbed your arm gently and tugged you out of the line of fire, shaking his head gently when you tried to get out of his light hold.

“She’s a big girl, ball cap, she can-“

Frankie was too quick, his fist lashed out, and your cavewoman brain purred at the protective display. You squirmed as your body reacted enthusiastically, again, to the punch; it was like you’d been Pavlov’d into getting turned on by Frankie’s aggressive side. Though to be fair you were equally entranced when he was gentle too and when he was needy, it was just Frankie in general.

“I don’t give a damn what excuse you’re thinking of making, Firecracker wouldn’t have done coke if she was sober and you know it.” Frankie’s voice wasn’t loud but you weren’t within the confines of the barriers and your eyes darted around, it was pretty empty out for now but that could change in a heartbeat.

You broke out of Santi’s hold to inspect Dieter’s face, tugging off his stupid RayBans and tilting his head to look at the start of what you suspected would be a nasty bruise and the busted lip. Frankie had also caught his glasses wrong and Dieter was rocking the start to a bad nosebleed, likely sensitive to them already from the coke use doing residual damage to his nasal cavity.

It was without much thought you pinched the bridge of Dieter’s nose and used your sleeve to stop the blood from running down his face.

“Frankie, fuck, you just- Dieter are you okay?” The man blinked twice, like he was disoriented, and looked between you and Frankie as his head bobbed in response to your question. You tapped his undamaged cheek with your ring finger and Dieter’s skin took on a heated hue as Frankie stood back with a scowl on his face.

“Uh, yes, fuck I’m okay. Uh, you uh- you punch… good. You punch good.”

Dieter’s voice was soft and breathy, off tone because you were pinching his nose but understandable, and your throat bobbed as you stared at him while Bunny muttered a soft ‘what the fuck?’ from somewhere behind you.

This was not good, you panicked a little, Dieter hadn’t gone down or hit his head but you were immediately terrified that he’d gotten concussed somehow and was going to retaliate legally the moment his head was clear.

“Shit, Dieter, are you concussed?” You leaned up more into the man’s space to inspect his eyes, the way his skin took on a brighter hue didn’t even register with you as you let go of his nose to see if he was just suffocating because of you.

“No, not concussed-“

“Fucking- are you serious Hollywood?”

Frankie was looking down and you blinked before following his gaze, the baggy sweatpants Dieter favored outside of filming and clubbing were obviously stretched at the crotch and your face was suddenly hotter then hell as you realized Dieter was rocking a boner.

“I like- look man it’s the protective-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your eyes darted to Frankie’s face as you squirmed, very aware of the fact that Frankie was watching you right now, and his already dark eyes were practically black with that intense look you knew usually resulted in walking funny for three days.

He liked this.

“I’m shutting up.”

Dieter’s voice was breathy, needy, and closer to a whine than speech; you had no doubts you’d be the same way if you attempted to talk. Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose and looked over at the guys, the three men watching the exchange silently.

“Pope, think you can make sure none of that went public? Hollywood needs to get cleaned up and I’m going to be a while.” You watched the ex-military men exchange significant looks before they waved merrily, with Benny giving you the address to their hotel and a promise that you were going to be eating dinner with them tomorrow, and Will only caught your hand and squeezed it before following Pope and Benny toward the main street.

Your eyes settled back on Frankie.

“Security is going to block you from getting into the hotel, since there’ve been a lot of people trying to get to Dieter.”

The actor snorted and nudged you.

“No they won’t.”

“Dieter you can’t just-“

“I’m an Oscar winner, I can do whatever I want Newbie.”

Before you could respond Frankie settled his hand on your lower back again, his eyes focused intently on Dieter as the actor abruptly went quiet and swallowed loudly.

“Curb the arrogance, Hollywood. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Frankie steered you all around the wall toward the main entrance, you removed your sweater at this point leaving you in the comfortable graphic tee you’d chosen to wear under it and were using the sweater sleeve to fuss over the blood starting to crust up in Dieter’s mustache.

“My goodness what happened? Are you alright, Mr. Bravo?” The doorman’s eyed darted between all of you and landed on Frankie, who had been smart enough to hide the knuckles of his left hand behind your back this entire time.

“Yea, I came out to find the Newbie and turns out I was just in time to get clocked by some creep hitting on her; if it wasn’t for Frankie here we both might’ve gotten into trouble. He’s with me, and I’d like to get cleaned up.” The doorman abruptly lost that suspicious expression and ushered you all inside, not one person in the lobby stopped you and Dieter grinned as you stood outside the elevator doors.

“See, Newbie? One day you’ll-“

Frankie ushered Dieter in first and then you as soon as the doors slid open to the empty elevator.

“That’s enough of that, Firecracker you haven’t blown up on him yet?” The question made you shake your head and kick the carpeted floor as you pressed the button for the cast floor.

“It’s been- it’s been a while since I’ve lost my temper with anyone. Hasn’t been easy without you, Frankie.”

Dieter looked between the two of you as you stepped back from the panel and his jaw dropped a little.

“Oooohhhhhh, you two were a thing.”

“Yes.”

Your answer was immediate, you felt a bit of a possessive claim over Frankie seeing the actor mooning over him, you wanted Dieter to know that Frankie was yours first. Even if he didn’t want you romantically again and hooked up with Dieter it would be you who had Frankie first out of the two of you.

“Are we going to be a thing?”

The doors closed and you heard the slight yelp from Dieter, gaze lifting to see Frankie gripping the back of his neck, and the stern look on Frankie’s face made your breath shorten and you could feel the wetness starting to make itself known between your legs.

“You are going to have to come up with a good fucking apology to Firecracker first, Hollywood. You want this?” Frankie’s eyes were on you, darting down to Dieter only briefly and then back up, and you nodded as your eyes blew wide realizing he meant to have both of you.

“Words, Firecracker, if you want something you have to tell me. Do I need to remind you about the rules?” You shook your head and then instantly fumbled to answer verbally.

“No, you don’t need to remind me, Frankie. I want this.”

“Good, what about you Hollywood?”

“Is my hard on not enough- yes! Yes I want this.”

Frankie’s grip had tightened and your chest heaved at the casual display of that assertive nature, watching someone else fall apart because of it was making your knees weak and Dieter’s eyes met yours mirroring your own wide-eyed needy look well.

Fuck what a pair the two of you made.

The doors opened and Frankie let go, his hand resting just between Dieter’s shoulders carefully as the actor led you all to his suite, rather than your room, and your eyes darted to the side table where you spotted Dieter’s drug supply just sitting out on display.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes darted to Frankie, who’s jaw had tightened at the sight, and Dieter stepped further into the suite and tossed your stained sweater into the laundry pile.

“You two want any co-“

“If we do this we’re doing it sober. Have you used recently?” Dieter shook his head and leaned against the side of the couch with an almost rueful expression.

“No, I was going to since I just finished up four days of straight filming for ten hours though.”

Somehow you didn’t think Dieter would have stayed sober for filming, you’d thought he was using daily, and you wanted to whisper and apology for assuming but Frankie was already walking over to the other man and catching Dieter’s chin in his grip.

You could tell he was studying Dieter’s face, looking for signs of recent use, and he must’ve been satisfied by what he saw.

“Don’t touch that shit if you want to go anywhere near Firecracker after today, she’ll tell me if you do.” Dieter’s eyes slid to look at you and you nodded, it was an easy choice knowing that Frankie clearly wanted to be back in your life somehow even if it was just sex.

“We have the same taste in men, Newbie.”

His comment had a bit of bite to it and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks heated, couldn’t stop the quick retort that you fired back with. The touch of bratty edge in your tone wasn’t intentional but you weren’t going to let Dieter get away with snipping at you.

“And somehow the media thinks you’re a top, who’d you pay to run that article Dieter?”

“Firecracker.”

You froze at the sharpness in Frankie’s voice, the bite and growl to it making you stare at the back of his head as he turned just enough to look at you, and fuck if you weren’t getting wetter by the second.

“You’re still in trouble for all the worry you’ve caused me, and you didn’t trust me enough to listen to my voicemails. Are you going to be good for me, take your punishment like a good girl? Or do I have to remind you what happens when you’re being a brat?” You almost wheezed since it had been so long since you’d been here, in a place where Frankie was going to wreck you, and your voice was much softer and gentler when you did answer.

“I’ll be good. I’m sorry-“

“Strip down and get on the bed, I’m going to help Hollywood clean up. No touching yourself, legs open for me.”

Frankie led Dieter toward the bathroom and you made a beeline for the large bed just through the fancy glass doors, taking off your clothes only after you got into the room and climbing onto the plush mattress that smelled like Dieter’s hair products. You knew he used natural stuff only, barely used a cell phone, and didn’t trust most advanced tech as far as he could throw it so you’d half expected it to reek of sweat and body odor.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought though, pleasant under the warm spicy scent that followed Dieter around, and you planted your hands on the bed beside your hips as you laid with your legs open. Since he hadn’t told you what to do with your hands aside from not touching yourself you played it safe, keeping your palms down on the sheets and staring at the ceiling.

You were slick and wet and the air was cool on your heated skin, making your nipples pebble, but the soft sound of Frankie talking with Dieter was too distant to hear what they were saying. Part of you wondered if Frankie saw a bit of himself in Dieter, outside of the look-alike thing, and part of you wondered if Frankie was clean.

He had to be if he was demanding this to happen sober.

“Look at you.”

The heat and desire in his voice drew your attention, Frankie had pulled off his flannel and was in his Fleetwood Mac tee-shirt that you often kidnapped to sleep in or make breakfast in, and his eyes were on you. It was like you were transported into the past and nothing had changed, you clenched on nothing at the way he watched you and you could feel the slick pooling and threatening to drip out of you.

Frankie walked into the room and turned away briefly, making you look at Dieter as he paused in the doorway and licked his lips at the sight of you, the sensation of fingertips on your thighs making you look at Frankie again, and those familiar lips lifted into a pleased smile when he ran one finger through your folds to feel the wetness that was still pooling there.

“My good girl.” You clenched around nothing, breath hitching and a needy whine stifled into a soft squeak because you knew he’d think you were being a brat and you couldn’t handle the thought that he’d stop if you didn’t behave for him, you were almost hurting with how bad you wanted him to just fuck you already.

His other hand lifted to cup your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye, and Frankie leaned down to capture your mouth in a soft kiss that you leaned into almost desperately. He tutted against your lips, circling your clit almost too gently, and you knew he could feel the trembling in your limbs as you struggled to stay still for him.

“You’re being so well behaved for me, my lucecita.” Frankie pulled away when your eyes welled over with tears, hearing your pet name after so long from him was making you way too emotional and his lips kissed away the tears forming on your lashes.

Frankie looked over at Dieter, still holding your cheek, but now he was dragging your slick down your inner thigh in a teasing swirl of random patterns on the plush skin.

“I want you to sit in the arm chair with your plug in, no touching your cock and no squirming; you don’t get to cum until I say so. Once I’m done punishing Firecracker you’re going to work on apologizing to her, Hollywood.” Dieter’s throat bobbed and he nodded rapidly, fishing out a small box of carefully stored toys from his drawers, and Frankie circled your clit again as you both watched Dieter carefully lube up the chosen plug.

You were practically mesmerized watching the man’s hand glide along the toy to liberally coat it, sucking in a breath when Frankie’s fingers danced along your seam, and Dieter shifted more as his sweatpants dropped to show off he’d been going commando for however long in order to brace one knee on the bed.

“Do you trust Firecracker to put that in you, Hollywood?”

Dieter’s eyes shot up to Frankie’s face and then down to yours, matching your wide-eyed stare and making your fingers twitch, and finally Dieter nodded and murmured a soft ‘yes’ that made you smile.

“Go ahead, Firecracker.”

Dieter moved up onto the bed, bracing himself on his knees for you as he handed you the bottle of lube, and Frankie’s hum of approval as you coated your fingers and began to work Dieter open with first made you respond with a soft sigh while Dieter whined at the sensation of you sliding one finger into him slowly. He rocked back against your touch and moaned when you slid a second finger into him and scissored gently, carefully to avoid hurting him, and Frankie’s finger continued to alternate between circling your clit and working you up before he’d draw away and trace patterns on your thighs.

“I’m going to fill you up now Dieter, tell me if there’s any discomfort?”

“Y-yes.”

Gently you pressed the slick toy into him, free hand cupping his cheek and tracing the skin gently with your thumb, it helped you hold him open enough to see the toy slowly sink into his body. Precum dribbled from his head and onto the sheets as he squeezed his thighs, head hanging forward before you finished seating the toy into him, and Dieter’s long moan as Frankie reached over to press on the base of the plug made you shiver.

“You’re so gentle with him, lucecita. You’re on your best behavior tonight.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he leaned back, staring down into your eyes, and you let your lips part for him to press the digit into your mouth where you circled it with your tongue like a promise and reminder.

“Hollywood, go get settled.”

“Yes sir.”

Dieter’s voice was pitched high as he replied; easing himself off the bed and crossing the room to sit in the chair, and you watched him fight the urge to squirm as he sat back in the seat with his hands on the arm rests. You felt bad for him, it was one of Frankie’s favorite forms of teasing, and you were honestly glad that you were here and he had no access to your bullet vibrator.

Being forced to walk around the house with that in, for being a brat, and at his mercy had always been an overwhelming punishment with how many times he’d edge you before giving in and letting you cum.

Frankie’s touch grew firmer against your clit, drawing your attention back to him instead of Dieter, and he dragged his thumb to the corner of your mouth before he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re already so wet for me, I wonder if I can spank you until you drip wet spots on my lap.” You clenched around his fingers as he thrust two into you, the combination of his words and the sensation of him pressing those calloused fingertips deep into your pussy making you exhale a breathy moan.

“Oh, someone wants me to spank her pretty ass? It’s not that much of a punishment if you want it now is it? What should I do instead, hm?” He nipped at the skin of your neck and simply held his hand inside you, unmoving and making you whimper around his thumb, his hold on your mouth making it impossible not to drool slightly.

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and smirked at the viscous trail of slick that coated them, the slight trail where he parted them making your face feel incredibly overheated, and you could have wept with relief when he took his thumb out of your mouth and reached for his belt buckle. The belt was tossed aside, his pants unbuttoned before they joined his flannel on the floor, and soon he was bare in front of you.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, lucecita. Hollywood, come lay on the bed.”

Dieter whimpered as he hurried to obey, already worked up from watching, and you could tell his face was definitely going to get bad now that the swelling was starting to show. It was almost instinctive to reach up and gently trace the edges of where the bruise was going to be with the hand that hadn’t stretched him open, after kissing your fingertips gently like an indirect kiss to apologize, and Dieter caught your hand to press a return kiss to your palm.

“You two are so fucking precious. Lucecita, you’re going to keep his cock nice and warm while I make up for the punch. No moving, no cumming, and no trying to grind this pretty little clit on those curls of his because I’ll know.” You hoped your pout wasn’t noticeable, prayed he didn’t catch the tilt of your brows before you could school your face, and Frankie nudged your hips to make you straddle Dieter’s body.

A condom was slipped into your hand and you couldn’t help the shiver that started at the base of your spine, or the way you leaked slick at the foil packet you were holding. As you got to work putting the condom on Frankie’s large hands pressed into the skin of your hips, pressing into the pillowy flesh.

“You remember, don’t you, what I said about this cunt? This is mine, only I get to fill it.” He cupped you for emphasis, fingers dragging through your folds as you nodded rapidly and bit down on your lower lip to silence the whine that bubbled up in your chest, and Dieter’s head fell back when Frankie teased the base of the plug with that slick coated hand. As soon as the condom was seated Frankie began guiding you forward and down, sinking you onto Dieter’s cock slowly, and while he wasn’t as thick as Frankie you could still feel the drag of him against your walls.

The fact that Frankie was going slow, mindful of how sensitive you could be to penetration with something bigger than two of his fingers, was just another reminder that he hadn’t forgotten and it made it so easy to remember why you still loved him.

You paused when the stretch began to hurt, even with you being as wet as you were, and Frankie eased you up off Dieter a bit and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your ear.

“Easy now, that’s a good girl, thank you for listening to your body’s limits lucecita.” In the past, when you’d first gotten with him, it had taken a bit to finally confess that it could still hurt no matter how much he worked you open. That sometimes you just couldn’t handle penetrative sex. Frankie hadn’t made fun of you or thought you weird, he took those days to simply spending hours between your legs with his mouth, and he thanked you for talking to him about it every time.

Dieter stared up at you like you were some sort of wonder, wide-eyed and awestricken as he reached out to stroke your thighs, and you let Frankie ease you up higher before slowly sinking back down again.

“It’s not a race, we’re not pressed for time, don’t cum but don’t push yourself.”

You whimpered, sinking deeper down onto Dieter’s cock.

“My good girl, doing so well for me, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He drew you back up, watching for any of the signs that it was too much for you, and when you sank down nearly all the way he pressed hard on Dieter’s hip before the man could buck up into you. The last little bit stung but not enough for you to stop everything, settling on Dieter’s lap as Frankie teased the man with the plug, and you swallowed down a moan when Dieter’s hips jerked up as Frankie began removing the plug. The toy was set carefully on a washcloth, no doubt to be cleaned later, and Dieter’s hands captured yours as he trembled beneath you.

Foil ripped and you felt Frankie slot himself behind you a few moments later, felt his broad frame as he pressed close to you, and his hands gripped Dieter’s thighs and lifted both of you so that he could slide his knees under the man’s body. Your thighs trembled as Dieter squeezed your hands, pressing them into his pectorals so you didn’t lose your balance, and the slow glide of Frankie pressing himself into Dieter’s ass made the man whine long and low.

His throat jumped, you could feel Dieter’s heart racing, and his cock throbbed like a reminder that he was there before you felt the full skin contact as Frankie pressed all the way in.

“Remember, lucecita, you aren’t allowed to cum. Be a good girl and keep Hollywood nice and warm.”

He nipped the shell of your ear and you shivered at the light breath against your skin, fingers dragging down to press into the softness of Dieter’s tummy, and the actor’s lips parted before his speech was stolen as Frankie started to fuck him. It was suddenly a far worse punishment than you had thought when Dieter’s hips rolled sporadically, with Frankie’s breath against your skin and alternating with biting and sucking on the skin at the base of your neck.

Fire coursed through your veins and your breathing started to shorten, the sporadic hip rolls from Dieter and the harsh jolt from each of Frankie’s thrusts working in a rhythm that was so out of sync with what you needed, it was enough to ride the edge but you knew it wasn’t going to make you cum on its own. What was ruining you was the harsh grunting from Frankie at your back, his soft praise for you and Dieter about how good you were being for him and how good Dieter felt around him, and the shamelessly loud moans and pleading from Dieter beneath you.

You couldn’t help the way you dug your fingers into Dieter’s skin to make him look at you, watching him fall apart like this was almost making you wetter than the feeling of him inside you.

“Fr-frankie he sounds so pretty like this.”

“Hear that Hollywood? Gonna keep serenading lucecita? I know she feels good around your cock.”

Dieter’s eyes were blown wide as he nodded rapidly, his hands untangling from the sheets to capture yours again and press sloppy kisses to your palms and knuckles. You struggled and clenched around him as he angled you enough that it made his curls tease your clit, working you up faster than ever, thighs pressing tighter around him since he’d nearly thrown your balance with how badly your thighs were starting to tremble.

“Y-yes, fuck you feel amazing. Feels like fucking Nirvana. Shit, shit if you keep clenching like that I’m going to cum. Frankie, fuck please-“

“Since you asked so nicely, you can have it Hollywood. Cum for us.”

Frankie’s hips rolled in a way that made Dieter jerk up into you, with his hold on your hands and the angle of your body you had to fight against the growing orgasm that was now beginning to burn through your body, and each thrust pulled a louder and needier sound from Dieter as you squeezed your eyes shut against the sensations.

“Fuck-!” Dieter went still and you could feel him pulsing thick and hot inside you with Frankie’s hips slowing but not stopping, guiding the man down, and your eyes were wet with tears as your orgasm slowly hovered and ebbed away from you. Frankie leaned forward and pulled you back against him, slotting his mouth over yours in a desperate kiss, and you jolted when he pulled you off Dieter’s cock and rolled you onto your back beside the other man.

“So fucking good for me. You can cum now, lucecita.”

Before you could ask what he was doing Frankie pulled you to the end of the bed and licked a long flat stroke through your folds with his tongue, making you buck against his face, and he banded an arm across your hips as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked gently. The scrape of his facial hair, the feeling of his fingers gently pressing into you, and the soft touch of Dieter’s hand drifting down your breast as he shifted to watch made you keen before you broke.

A sob of Frankie’s name as your eyes danced with white spots hung in the air, your chest heaving with each harsh breath as you squirmed against the slow touches and licks that Frankie was still giving you, and Dieter stroked your cheek gently and pet your hair as you trembled and squeezed the sheets in a grip that almost hurt your hands.

“That’s it, shit you’re gorgeous, easy now.”

Dieter’s soft praise made you blink up at him through the shine of your tears and he leaned down, kissing them away and whispering into your skin.

“Thank you for letting me be part of this. Thank you for being gentle with me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, I’m so sorry I got you into a situation you never wanted to be in.”

Tears were forming in his eyes and you were gentle in cupping the good side of Dieter’s face to press his forehead to yours, like some sort of wannabe Spiderman kiss scene with how he was curled around your head.

“I’m sorry for blaming you, Dieter, when you just wanted me to let loose and have some fun. I know you didn’t mean for me to get high like that. It’s okay, I forgive you.” Dieter’s smile was tear-filled and you stared up at Frankie as he stood up, his cock was hard and he was holding the base of it, looking between the two of you.

When you opened your mouth, tongue out and ready for him, Frankie groaned before stripping off the condom and using the warm washcloth from the little towel warmer to wipe himself off first and then walked over to kneel over you.

“You’re so good to me, lucecita.”

He jerked himself over you, hand dragging along the skin of his cock, and you almost keened when Dieter leaned down to play with your nipples; the sight made Frankie moan and you watched his hips stutter, the way his balls drew up, and the warm feeling of his cum spilling across your tongue and painting the skin of your face and chest made you smile even as you held your mouth open.

“Eat it, Hollywood, clean her up for me.”

Dieter didn’t hesitate to begin licking the tangy cum from your skin, moving to get the best angles to run his tongue along you and clear it away, and he slotted his mouth to yours last in a kiss that made you whine into his mouth before you felt Dieter whine as Frankie began cleaning him up with a new wash cloth.

Frankie cleaned up your hands too, mindful of where everyone had touched or been touched, and you stroked Dieter’s curly hair gently when he pulled back from your mouth. But Frankie wasn’t done with you, cleaning up Dieter’s cock last before stroking it firmly, and you could see the way he eyed you carefully.

“I can handle it, Frankie, please?”

“Only take what you can, lucecita.”

You smiled and licked a broad stroke up the underside of Dieter’s cock, teasing the base of the head as you moved to your hands and knees, and Frankie pressed a kiss against your back as he ran his hand through your slick and his saliva that he had left alone. The blunt head of him pressed into you and you purposefully slid only the head of Dieter’s cock into your mouth, the actor wheezed your name out into the room when you hollowed your cheeks and teased him with your tongue.

Frankie was slow pressing into you, paying attention to how you sounded around Dieter and the way your body either clenched or stiffened, and when he reached the base and filled you completely you wrapped your hand around the portion of Dieter’s cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth without gagging. Letting saliva dribble down his shaft to make it gentler on him, which made Dieter squirm, and then Frankie started to move.

“Come on lucecita, I know you can match my pace.”

As you sank down and took Dieter’s cock fully into your mouth Frankie thrust into you at an angle that made you see stars, your moan around Dieter made the man whine and only the weight of your arm on his lower abdomen held him still, your hand turning slightly as you hollowed your cheeks and drew your mouth off him to tease the head and sink back down in time with Frankie.

“Oh, shit your mouth feels good.”

“It’s the best, isn’t it Hollywood?”

Frankie’s hands gripped your hips in a way that was so familiar, it felt like being home and you arched your back more into him in a way that made him moan behind you and cup your throat just to feel you take Dieter’s cock. The actor’s hands came up to the side of your head, stroking as he begged you for more, and as Frankie leaned back and pulled your hips harder into him with each thrust you moved your hand in time to sink all the way down until your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of Dieter’s cock and you could swallow around him.

His hoarse cry of your name turned to a long moan as he came down your throat, holding you in place as you swallowed and fought against the urge to pull away from him, and Frankie’s finger on your clit swirled and pressed until you were moaning and Dieter let you go to breathe as you came. Dribbling saliva and cum down the man’s cock as Frankie spilled into you, the warm flood of his cum making you clench and breath hard against Dieter’s skin as you let your forehead rest against the man’s hip.

Frankie kissed your back and pulled out slow, grabbing new cloths and cleaning everyone up gently, and he pulled you into a tight hug as you shivered slightly from how sensitive you were. Dieter pulled the comforter back and let you settle in the bed, yelping when Frankie grabbed him by the back of the neck and steered him into the sheets too, and both of you curled up against Frankie’s sides and stared at one another across his chest.

You giggled at the almost baffled look on Dieter’s face.

“You okay there Dieter?”

“I don’t really- I mean the cuddling is uh… new.” You reached across Frankie’s chest to capture Dieter’s hand gently and offer him the best smile you could, hoping to calm him since you could see the tension around his eyes. Dieter blinked back at you and squeezed your hand gently.

Frankie’s hand was gentle on the back of your neck, pressing so you would look up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. “We need to talk but that can wait, get some rest lucecita.” You wanted to argue that you weren’t tired but just being in his arms again after so long was comforting, it made you feel like home, and you drifted off to Frankie and Dieter murmuring softly around you and Dieter holding your hand right above Frankie’s heart.

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Random Headcanons for the Bros (SFW + NSFW)

I’m bored and was thinking about the more ‘demon’ noises they’d make. It turned into a bunch of random headcanons (SFW + NSFW).

Enjoy!

These got really long so I skipped Belphie for now. I was getting sleepy and I need more time to think up some headcanons for him.

I think I caught all the spelling errors but I’m not sure. Super sleepy...

Lucifer

His ‘angry’ demon noise sounds a lot like the ones koalas make. It’s not an especially deep or rugged noise, like a lion, but this simmering mess of hisses and clicks with a bit of air in it.

Tends to keep his mouth closed and tongue fluffed when making the noise so it sounds more subdued/reptilian

Lucifer’s horns are very sensitive. Mammon found that out at an early age. His beloved could use this to their advantage, but it does bring the teeth.

Would deny to his last breath that he likes head massages or temple rubs. If you can manage, give the guy a shoulder rub and he’s putty in your hands. Won’t even speak. Might make a clicky purr sound though.

When he doesn’t want you to leave or could really use another minute with head scratches, his tail will wrap around your wrist and hold it in place.

When you share a bed, he’s not a snuggler. Lucifer’s the type to be content knowing you’re in the same space. He moves in his sleep, though, so you always end up a little spoon

Asmo says he has a size kink, but he’s not sure. Lucifer will begrudgingly admit he likes power dynamics. There’s something thrilling about grabbing you by the throat, as delicate as you are, but being so gentle with you.

He’s not the most aggressive biter in bed, but he will use his teeth and claws for the sensation. Lucifer’s big on anticipation and overstimulation

Weak for neck kisses, especially at his pulse. Attack! He WILL get even though, so beware.

Doesn’t openly think he has any clothing-related kinks, but he’ll stare a bit longer if you dress up in red or black.

Would never do it in front of his brothers because of the teasing, but very much the ‘come sit in my lap’ type.

His pride won’t let him allow any public fun times, not even the fear of getting caught, but he does get off on flustering you and watching you pull yourself back together before anyone catches on

The ‘lots of strong, long kisses’ kind of guy. Not big on French kissing unless he has time to indulge and knows he won’t be interrupted

Runs very hot when he sleeps. He prefers to be shirtless so cold sheets take the edge off.

You’ll come before he does. It’s a matter of pride, after all.

His love language is helping you get organized (if you’re not), and tracking down resources to things you’re interested in because that’s within his skill set. Also good at creating absolute silence for you if you have a migraine.

If Lucifer makes a pact with you, it’ll be around your heart because it takes a lot of self-sacrifice to do. He’s TRUSTING you.

Mammon

Mammon sounds like an angry tortoise when he’s woken up too early, when he’s embarrassed (or in denial), or telling one of his little brothers to shut up without saying it

I head cannon that he actually needs the glasses he wears. Or that he has contacts and just wanted yellow frames because yellow is the color of Grimm

It crossed my mind that he might wear them just so he can see everything as golden and beautiful because he remembers the Celestial Realms and misses it

He says he stays with you because Lucifer assigned him, but once you connect with him on ANY level (say something nice, defend him, just give him attention instead of suspicion), he’s 100% whipped. Wants to be with you all the time and chase that feeling you give him. He needs more of it. Has to have it!

Mammon’s a sucker for getting his hair played with. Run your fingers through it, play with the ends, and you could probably rob him blind

Will also pester you for back massages because he jacks up his back running from Lucifer all the time (and trying to run off with heavy shit to pawn)

Is really good with math, has bad impulse control, and gets very distractable. Would probably surprise a few of his brothers with his math mark is and the fact that he could tutor if he stays in the right mindset.

He’s the sloppy/needy kisser that has to be as close as he can. He’ll end up between your thighs and somehow surround you.

Big on little butterfly kisses.

He’s not a full-on biter, but he’s a nibbler. He’s a hickey expert and he wants them to be seen.

Actually super easy to turn on. If you take his glasses off and get close enough to see him, he’s hard because you rubbed up on him coming into view. Also: praise him. IT WORKS!

The Avatar of Greed probably has a breeding kink. Just saying.

Might complain about it, but he’ll give you piggyback rides and carry you if you ask. Literally, all you have to do is ask.

You can’t do the whole ‘laying in nothing but my earrings’ because he’ll either take your earrings out before sex to look at them (very much an ‘oh, shiny!’ person), teeth them during sex and break them, or he’ll think you look so good he’ll want to pile on ALL the jewelry.

Steal his clothes to wear them? He’ll lowkey cry. YOU LOOK SO CUTE, ALMOST AS GREAT AS THE GREAT MAMMON!

Prefers to be the little spoon, but honestly if you fall asleep with him you guys end up tangled up together. Usually face-to-chest, but some kind of tangled up together

Can’t always keep up the dirty talk in bed because he gets so sappy, but he’s big on soft touches, hickies, and needing praise if you want him to go harder/faster when he’s in his gentle moods

Will fight Belphie for King of Lap Naps. Mammon would monetize your nappin’ thighs but then he’d have to share them and that just seems like a bad business idea.

Main fantasy? You begging. Beg for him to do anything and you’re occupied for the next few hours.

Has a bit of a smart mouth so he’ll also get into banter with you and if you get the last word, he’s super embarrassed, proud, and give him a consolation kiss or something, huh?

Helpless when you initiate it because SHIT that was bold and he can’t believed it worked! All you have to do is say his name, look him in the eyes, then his lips, and kiss him. If you think you’re walking away, you don’t make it far.

The type to con you into a quickie in the closet our just out of view/hearing of the others.

The type to write checks his mouth can’t cash 85% of the time. Call his bluff. If he invites you into the bath, do it. Walk in naked. You might have to save him from drowning.

Leviathan

Levi’s angry noises sound like bearded dragon hisses. Those hisses are used for warning, frustration, and when he does the uncomfortable prickle of awkwardness. When he disagrees or is bashful, they get a warble/chatter to them.

I headcanon that they can also take on their demon form when they feel threatened, as it puts out an aura and makes them more defensive. Levi can transform the easiest due to him feel uncomfortable and not being the most sociable.

When he’s in demon form, his tail will either wrap around him for comfort or will go over to the person he most trusts to comfort him. He tends not to consciously want to touch Lucifer with his tail, but there’s something instinctual about going to the oldest brother. He usually goes to Satan or you (if you’ve reached that type of intimacy)

You would think a guy that shamelessly plays a lot of otome games and uses them as social guides (even though they’re far from perfect) wouldn’t be so susceptible to a peek of skin or nudity, but LEVI IS WEAK!

That whole ‘shirt rides up getting a library book’ thing? He’s dead.

The biggest virgin, basically. Boy’s got a strong imagination and he’s sensitive from the whole ‘gross otaku’ complex.

His biggest fantasy? Water play. He wants to be the big, scary monster who grabs a tasty, tiny human and has his wicked (totally consensual) way.

One of the more adventurous bros because he’s seen a lot of stuff in anime and wants to know if it would really work.

Will definitely ask for a blow job. It’s the shortest blow job ever but he loved it.

Is weak for any kind of kiss so have at it! Especially likes kisses on the mouth, shoulder kisses (because that means cuddling!), and kisses on his chest or belly.

The type to get addicted to sex once he has it, but not helplessly so. He won’t say no if you ask.

Is too embarrassed to ask you to wear some of his clothes so he just kind of leaves them in your room and waits to see if you wear it. If you don’t, he buys you matching clothes so you HAVE to.

Once you’re dating, you’re his good luck charm. No ifs, ands, or buts! He NEEDS you for game night, even if you fall asleep in his arms, okay?

After getting used to the idea of giving you affection and understanding your boundaries, he’s dropping a forehead kiss 24/7.

He hisses more than his brothers, and his tongue can do some tricks the other bros can’t. He’s WAY better than those other dumb humans, too.

You’re one of the only people who can pull him out of his room. He becomes aware that you get him out for exercise (or because Lucifer asks) but if he leaves the House of Lamentation and has you to himself, he won’t complain.

Satan

Cougar noises--the chuffs, the growls, the yeowls, all of it. He is big angry kitty boy

He’s afraid of losing his temper but he’s got a ridiculously tight grip on the reins. You wouldn’t think he’s the Avatar of Wrath until one of his brothers set him off.

His love language is gentle pets, a good book, and a cup of tea. He’s your guard when you don’t want to deal with the outside world. Because Satan’s super logical and admires detectives, his love language is also helping you solve your problems. He just conveniently shows up with something that helps (because he’s been listening and is a background type).

Is emotionally keen, perhaps because his cardinal sin is wrath and he can be sensitive. He has a radar for you and it calls him like a moth to a flame.

Want to seduce him? Read to him. It’s that easy. Share your favorite quotes.

Or just take a cheap shot and do something with cats. He may enlist you to smuggle Hellcats into the House of Lamentation since Lucifer can’t do anything to the precious exchange student. Being its ‘parents’ will bring you close.

Doesn’t like mornings but forces himself to be a morning person. HIGHLY enjoys it if you’re not because it’s so nice to see you go through all the stages of discontent before resigning yourself to getting up and starting the day

He’s not easy to fluster, but he’s the ‘tried and true’ when it comes to getting bothered. If you find something that works, file it away because it will ALWAYS work.

If you fluster him, he has to make it even. It’s the only way he’ll feel good about his weakness. Much prefers if you’re worse off than he is, actually, because there’s something delicious about it

A bit of a sadist. Prefers drawn-out pleasure and taking you for all that you can give

Loves to catch you with that studded tail and keep you in place. Very much likes to drag you back to him. That looks pretty, too.

HIS TAIL IS SENSITIVE. TOUCH IT. PET IT. HIS IQ DROPS TO THE SINGLE DIGITS.

Doesn’t know what to call his kinks, but the idea of restraining you is a nice one. Likes the positions where he has to hold you against him or in place, or can move parts of you to better fit with him. Big on taking you from behind.

Doesn’t care if he’s the big spoon or the little spoon. Just wants to make sure you’re there with him.

Has a fantasy about you serving him tea naked in his room.

Big on biting, and is usually embarrassed about the marks the next day

The type to let you throw your legs over his lap and read in contented silence with you, occasionally massaging your leg

Boy likes legs. Show ‘em off.

Interrupt intense studying sessions (because he over-studies and studies WAY TOO EARLY FOR TESTS) with snuggly pop quizzes (”Who’s cute? A) You, B) The Avatar of Wrath, C) Satan, or D) All of the Above”) because he lives for it.

Cheeky and unexpectedly playful. Will wake you up with tickling or tracing. If you are romantically involved, he’s definitely woken you up with a squeeze or kiss at least once

If you’re in a pact with him, it shows up on your thigh or hip.

Very proficient with magic. Has probably found a way to bring it into the bedroom.

Asmodeus

The cuddliest boy

His angrier noises tend to sound like a giant salamander but his cute flirty/chirpy noises sound like a toy gecko.

I headcanon that Asmodeus became part incubus when he fell to Devildom, or that he ended up with some of those traits once he became the Avatar of Lust

He can feed off the various types of love emotions (genuine love, sweet crush love, jealous love, sex, etc.) but it doesn’t fill him up as much as hunting humans or other demons. It’s just something he can feed off of more frequently so it keeps hunger at bay.

Will pamper his crush or someone he holds dear because that’s bonding. He wants SOMEONE to understand the lengths he goes through to be beautiful! It’s a process! Respect him!

The biggest hype boyfriend ever. Will take your confidence to new levels and show you that you can rock anything

Epitome of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you’ trope

Are you having a play date with makeup? Turn those lipstick swatches into lipstick kisses and he’s got to stop and recollect himself. His little heart’s going so fast!

Glows when you praise him. It could be something he’s heard for centuries but somehow you say it better than anyone ever has.

When he’s feeling extra affectionate and just really loves you, his eyes will be a pinky-red.

Wants to be babied. Please kiss him.

100% down for soft cuddles and luxurious touches. Long days spent in bed and slow, dream-like sex.

Doesn’t really like his hair messed with because he works on it a lot.

Touch his arms, his back, and his chest and he’s all yours.

Will kiss you anywhere, but his favorite place to kiss you when you’re cuddling is on the inside of your wrist

Prefers to be the little spoon.

The skin on his shoulders can dry out when he takes on his demon form. Something about the texture of demon wings dries them out really bad. Put lotion on him and he’s singing your praises.

Gets you into the most exclusive places and plans the best shopping days. Your off days will be the envy of everyone in the Devildom!

Asmodeus is very perceptive when it comes to his love, and very receptive in terms of sex. It feels like the world’s longest questionnaire before you have sex, but he needs to be ABSOLUTELY clear about your experience, comfort, what you like, and what you don’t.

Probably gets off first because the act of having sex is very heady and strong. It’s a massive energy boost at once. It’s the second-best type of feed he can get and makes him feel drunk/light-headed.

Definitely makes up for it. You probably won’t be able to walk afterwards.

Big on PDA around others. Holding hands and matching nails!

When Asmodeus makes a pact with you, it shows up in aesthetic places like your shoulder, your wrist, your ankle, or above your chest.

Is big on receiving praise but not as big as Mammon

Sex with him can be rough and hard, sweet and gentle, and everything in between. Is very likely to mess up your clothes because he has a hard time controlling his claws when he’s in the moment but you can wear his clothes. It’s fine.

Will give you hickies. Loves the colors they take on your skin.

If he’s helping you get ready for an event, all that pretty makeup might get messed up when he takes you against the vanity. He can’t help it!

10/10 the best, most supportive boyfriend. A sweetheart with claws.

Beelzebub

Sweetest boy. The one that has good intentions even if things don’t go to plan

Very loyal. He’s neutral to everyone when they first meet him, but he’ll quickly pick favorites or befriend someone if his intuition says he should.

Beel’s a pretty good people-reader. Maybe it comes from being an older twin, but he knows a bad heart when he sees it

Is very empathetic and can get really upset for his hungry fury. It’s hard to shake but if you’re gentle/persistent, you’ll get a smile.

If you get some tears, just hold him and tell him it’s okay. You know it’s hard to control.

Also on team ‘play with my hair’

He’s a sucker for kisses around his ear, the base of his throat, AND HIS STOMACH. KISS THAT TUMMY!

Forgets that he’s built very differently than you and is honestly amused by how awe-struck you get with his muscles.

Squeeze his bicep. It makes him blush.

Quiet fawning over his muscles really warms his heart. Just praise him, kiss him, and run your fingers over his chest and you’ll get the good, deep rumbly polar bear purr.

Beel has deep, rolling demon noises. It’s something about how tall and wide he is that makes the reverb shake deep in your bones no matter how gentle it is

Will think the stars of you if he catches you looking after his family.

His heart skips a beat and his face goes super red if you pack him snacks with little notes on them

Is 100% down for food dates.

Loves carrying you. He’s nice and helpful and when you start dating, he just loves having his tiny human close.

Has to learn to temper his strength when you start dating because he tried to be cute and scoop you up but almost threw you into the ceiling

Very gentle bear hugs from very gentle Beel

Prefers you to climb on him when you want to cuddle that way he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. Loves to feel you struggling to climb on his back.

Likes to snuggle your arms when they’re wrapped around his neck (especially when you’re getting a piggyback). Absently rubs your thighs/knees because they’re in his hands.

Lots of absentminded but heartfelt kisses because you smell good and he loves you. He just wants to kiss you, not taste you! (”One more, please?”)

Has a size kink. He’s a big boy so you’re probably smaller by default and you’re just easy to pick up and hold and--boy’s going to bust a nut just getting you into position

Big into oral because you smell good and taste good and he could eat you for HOURS. He has the strength and stamina, trust me.

Has the best jawline of the bros because he’s always working his mouth muscles.

Tends to take you from behind just to minimize the height difference but he’s also had sex in the kitchen, in his bed, and is coming around the idea of you being on top of him.

Won’t leave hickies but he’s the suckling type. Most likely to leave fingerprints/handprints

Heavy post-cuddler.

If you feed him (even jokingly) after sex, he’s going to immediately roll over and want to go again.

You love him enough to feed him and he just loves you and--?!!

If you cook him anything, he’ll definitely give his compliments to the chef

Always buys you cute aprons and things to wear in the kitchen. Has a matching set even if it doesn’t fit him very well.

If you make a trip to the human world, please come back with a bunch of cheeseburgers for your baby. He’ll love you forever (even though he already does).

Loves to cuddle. If you rest your head on him, he puts his arm around you and pull you in close. He’ll initiate the ‘in lap cuddling’.

Is surprisingly good at potions because he’s familiar with the ingredients and can tell if you’re on the right track based on how it smells.

Loves to feed you. Won’t say no to being fed. Didn’t know he had a finger kissing/sucking kink until he was being careful with a bite of food and somehow still got your finger (no damage though).

When you make a pact with Beelzebub, it shows up on your stomach.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me! x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmo x reader #Asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader

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falsegoodnight · 3 years

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this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

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*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

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Protective Sibling (Lindsey Horan x Reader)

Request: Reader is held back by Lindsey after the player goes after Mal (her younger sister) reader and Lindsey are a thing

You were often referred to as the Scary Spice of the Women’s National Team thanks to your near six-foot frame which you had practically covered in tattoos, your stoic demeanor, and no bullshit attitude. Other teams feared you on the pitch, knowing that you were extremely dangerous in the midfield. You had zero problems flipping between defense and offense and you linked up really well with your best friend Tobin, her wife Christen, your won girlfriend Lindsey, and your sister Mal. Making you particularly useful against this Canadian 5 back system, as the defenders seemed to be completely unable to stop you from crossing the ball into the box.

You growled as the defender took you, little sister, down yet again, this time missing the ball entirely. It seemed as though they decided to attack your family when they realized they couldn’t get to you. you glared at the defender and rushed over to help your little sister back to her feet.

“You alright mal pal?” You asked quietly, extending your hand to help the shorter girl up.

“I’m fine” She rolled her eyes at you as you looked her over for injuries.

“That should have been a yellow at least” You glared at the ref walking in your direction and raising his eyebrows at you. He had turned a blind eye to the Canadians throughout the first half, and you were really getting sick of his attitude during the second. It was his job to protect you guys, and he wasn’t doing his fucking job.

“Don’t make a big deal ok. I need to show them that I don’t need you here playing hero” Mal growled at you, placing a hand on your chest and pushing you away from the ref. It wasn’t a secret that you had a bit of a temper. It took a lot to push you past your boiling point, but once you got there, you were like a box of TNT. It didn’t help that you were incredibly protective over your little sister. They didn’t need you to flip out and get a red card. That wouldn’t help anyone.

“I’m just trying to help you,” You huffed, glancing down so your Y/E/C orbs met her brown ones. Your eyes softened at the look on her face.

“Don’t. I’m not 5 anymore, I can take care of myself,” She rolled her eyes at you, and you frowned. So maybe you were a little overprotective, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself. You had gone to play for Arsenal and PSG and missed a lot of Mal’s childhood, so when you finally got the opportunity to know the woman that she had become, you sometimes took the role of older sibling a little too seriously.

“Whatever Mal,” You huffed back, still giving her a once over before returning to your position in the field.

“What, can the cupcake not take the pressure?” The Canadian defender smirked at you as you passed her, and you fought off the urge to lunge in her direction.

“Shut the fuck up, ok” You sneered at her but continued to your assigned position.

“I’ll make sure that she can’t get back up next time” The defender called after you, and you froze, turning slowly on your heel, and approaching her in 3 long strides.

“Listen to me closely. You will stay the fuck away from my little sister.” You said so quietly that she had to lean towards you to hear the words. You stared the women in the eyes and she smirked.

“Or maybe I’ll just go after blondie instead,” She said back, shoving your shoulder lightly.

“Hey babe, let's go this way,” Lindsey approached you out of nowhere, grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of your position. You didn’t turn to look at her, instead, keeping your eyes trained on the Canadian who had decided to mess with the wrong person today.

“Hey. Look at me,” Linsey whispered, and you felt her breath on your face as she turned your face to connect your eyes. You softened the moment your Y/E/C met her blue orbs. “Don’t let her get to you,” She said quietly, placing a kiss on your cheek and moving towards the opposite side of the field. The moment she left your side, you felt your anger rise again. You huffed and watched as they set up for a goal kick.

All you had to do was make it through 30 more minutes and it would all be over for the night. The next few moments went according to plan, with JJ collecting the ball from young Jessie Fleming and sending up towards Tobin. You laughed when Mal and Jessie brushed fingertips as they passed each other. Ah, young love. But then everything seemed to go haywire.

Tobin had earned your team a corner kick, and as you set up, you saw a dark look cross the Canadian defenders face. She was set to mark Mal, and just as Christen launched the ball in your direction, the defender used both hands to rip your younger sister to the ground.

The fans booed wildly, and you sprinted not towards your sister, but towards the defender who had a proud smirk etched in her features. All you saw was red, and you were going to make sure that the Canadians knew not to fuck with your family.

“No,” You yelled loudly as an arm caught you around the waist and pulled you back into a shorter, but strong body. Her chin came to rest on your shoulder, and you again instantly relaxed into her hold.

“Relax Y/N. It’s not worth it and you know it.” She whispered soothingly into your ear, her lips caressed its shell in a way that never failed to make you swoon. You signed and again allowed her to pull you in the opposite direction of the defender, passing you to Tobin, while she went to check on mal.

You ignored the “How funny, the self-proclaimed badass takes orders from her girlfriend” the defender shouted after you. You knew that she was looking for a rise out of you.

“If she touches either of them, I’m going to rip her head off,” You said, and Tobin nodded, soothingly rubbing circles into your back. You had known Tobin for as long as you could remember. After you came out in high school, you had practically lived at her house to escape the looks and questions your parents threw your way. She had watched you overcome so many issues and she knew just how protective you could be.

“Then you’ll get a red and miss the game against England. It’s not worth it.” She answered back, trying to make you see reason. All you needed to do was hang on for 15 more minutes.

“They’re always worth it” You growled back lowly, your shoulders slumping as you again took your position on the field.

“Yes, but if you aren’t there in the game against England, who’s going to protect them from your old rivals. Work smarter not harder” Tobin explained, and you sighed. She was right and you hated it. You had played for Arsenal and PSG, and you knew that there were some members of the English team who weren’t happy with the way you had acted back then. So maybe you hadn’t been in the right state of mind, and maybe you had been a complete asshole for the majority of your time in the UK. You had apologized and tried to make amends, but old wounds were difficult to heal, and you knew that there were a few members of the team that wanted to get you back.

“I hate you Tobs” You groaned as she patted your back and made her way back up towards where Christen was standing. Chris sent you a thumbs up to indicate that Mal was ok and that you could make it through this game.

“I love you too” She called with a smirk over her shoulder.

It turned out that you could totally make it an additional 15 minutes, and two minutes into overtime after that. You only had a minute left. Just 60 seconds to hold on to the three-point lead that you had acquired. But the Canadians weren’t giving up. After a very close call, Alyssa sent the ball right to your feet, and you did what you always did, and that was set up a cross to Mal right in front of the goal.

You watched almost in slow motion as you kicked the ball, as the idiot defender shot in with a very sloppy tackle to your younger sister. You watched as she slid into your sister spikes up, nowhere near the ball. You felt rage consume you as you raced up the field towards the defender. This time, there was no one there to stop you as you shove the defender away from your sister.

“You fucking Dumbass. You could have just ended her career. She’s only 22” You screamed in her face, punctuating each word with a well-placed shove to the defender, who looked very scared.

“Relax y/n” The many voices of your teammates yelled, arms wrapped around you and suddenly Christen was standing in front of you, her hands coming to rest on your cheeks. You didn’t even look at the women who were trying desperately to get your attention, but you were too preoccupied with the person who had hurt Mal.

“Oh, now you get the balls to finally give a card” You growled as the ref rushed towards you and the group of women who were trying to hold you back, pulling a yellow card (that should have been red) out of his pocket. You spat in his direction, fighting against the holds of your team. The blood pounding in your ears blocking out their pleading for you to calm the fuck down.

“Babe stop.” Her voice caused you to freeze. You stopped your struggling but didn’t take your eyes off the errant defender. “Hey, I know she hurt us. But you need to relax.” Her hands replaced Christin’s on your face, forcing you to make eye contact. You huffed. You didn’t want to relax, you wanted to rip that assholes head off. “I’m ok, Mal is ok, everything will be ok.” She said quietly, her lips placing a chaste kiss on your own. You sighed and nodded, allowing Linsey to calm you down. So maybe you weren’t such a badass. But you wouldn’t want to be a softy for anyone else. For her, you could make it 20 more seconds. For her, you would do anything.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine

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hqbbg · 4 years

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scary.

pairing: kageyama x fem!reader

summary: kageyama is not a scary person.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2K

warnings: none

author’s note: this is kinda short and i'm not 100% happy with it, but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so here it is 🥺

Kageyama Tobio was by no means a scary person. At least, he didn’t see himself that way. Sure, he could see that he could be intimidating, but scary? The word seemed to resonate and haunt him ever since he had heard you call him that last week. You didn’t seem to give it much thought when you had said it during one of your study sessions, so why was he thinking so much about it now?

Well, he knew the reason. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Come on, Kageyama! It was just a joke,” you had said, stifling your giggles when you saw how put-off he was by your words. He remembered simply shrugging his shoulders, unable to resist the small pout on his lips before cutting your study session short.

The two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship over the past couple weeks, having been assigned a project together. The teacher had paired the two of you together knowing full well that he had a hard time doing anything study-related and you were one of the better students in the class, so you would have a better chance at giving him a good score on this project than he could ever dream of scoring alone. You were probably the last person Kageyama would ever even see himself being friends with, especially for the long run, being as bubbly and chatty as you are; it reminded him of a certain someone on his volleyball team with obnoxious orange hair.

“Kageyama, are you okay?” Sugawara asked, snapping the boy out of his thoughts as the team took a break during their practice. “You seem a bit out of it today.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, thanking Yachi as she handed him a water bottle.

“Then maybe you can try to set the ball properly, unless you’ve been overworking your brain too much lately,” Tsukishima taunted with a snarky grin on his face, ignoring the glare he received from Kageyama as he took a drink from his own water bottle.

“Settle down, guys,” said Tanaka, walking over as he put a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with that one girl he’s been hanging around lately.”

How and when did he see the two of you together? You both spent most of your time together in the library, somewhere Kageyama assumed his teammates wouldn’t spot him—did half of them even know where the library was? Honestly, even he had a hard time finding it when you first suggested to meet there.

“Oh, Y/N?” Yamaguchi’s eyes lit up, jumping into the conversation.

“Whoa, you’re friends with Y/N too?” Hinata exclaimed, butting his way into the conversation as well. His eyes were practically twinkling at the mention of your name.

Kageyama wasn’t surprised to learn that you were friends with Hinata; he was practically friends with everybody, and Kageyama would never understand how or why.

“She’s just my partner for a project we have,” replied Kageyama plainly.

“No need to be shy,” Nishinoya grinned as he walked up, also putting a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder. “We’re all proud of you.”

“I’m not shy,” he replied, unable to hide his irritation. He shrugged his upperclassmen’s hands off his shoulders and walked back onto the court. The other boys were snickering or smiling amongst themselves as they joined him on the volleyball court, ready to resume practice.

The next time he met with you alone, Kageyama couldn’t seem to look you in the eye. Even when you had brought him some milk from the vending machines as a silent apology for the last time you two had studied together, he could barely say a proper thanks. Throughout the whole time you two were studying, he would only glance in your direction to check your research or to make a comment about something he found. You didn’t seem to notice or mind, simply talking and working like you always did.

He could see you getting progressively more tired as the night went on; you were nice enough to wait until his practice was over so you could finish up the details on your project before turning it in next week. He noticed the way your head started to bob as you tried to stay awake, your pencil making mindless scribbles halfway down your page of notes. Kageyama was finally able to look at you and smiled softly to himself as you dozed off. He decided that you both had done enough work for the day and started to pack his things. When he was done, he went ahead and packed your things up for you as well, putting your pens and pencils back into their bag and taking your notebook and closing it. He had studied with you enough times now to know you liked to put your notebook towards the back portion of your backpack right behind your textbook while your pencil pouch went into one of the front pockets. He packed up your bag for you and cleared his throat, hesitating to put his hand on your shoulder to wake you.

Luckily for him, he didn’t need to make the decision as your eyes fluttered open, his hand quickly dropping from hovering over your shoulder back down to his side.

“You’re too tired to work,” he said. “Let’s just go home for now and work on the project again one more time before next week.”

“Sorry,” you sheepishly said, hoping you didn’t drool anywhere. You noticed your things all cleaned up and put into your bag neatly and looked up at him as he stood.

“I figured I could save you some time and went ahead to put your things up for you,” he said, glancing away as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He knew that if he looked at you, he probably wouldn’t have been able to form coherent sentences.

“Thanks,” you replied, smiling as you stood up next to him, taking your bag. The two of you headed out of the library and began to walk towards the direction of your homes.

“You know, if you were tired, you could’ve just told me. We could’ve rescheduled to work on the project some other time,” said Kageyama, keeping his eyes fixed on the street ahead of him.

“Sorry,” you said quietly. “I just wanted to spend some time with you, is all.”

“Huh?” Kageyama couldn’t even stop himself from saying it out loud, mentally scolding himself for sounding like a dumbfounded buffoon.

“I think you’re pretty cool,” you replied, looking up at him innocently. “I didn’t mean to offend you when I called you scary.”

“You didn’t offend me,” he practically lied through his teeth as he looked away from you, missing the small smile on your lips. “As long as it was a joke, right?”

“Of course!” You nodded your head enthusiastically. “You’re really just a big softie on the inside.”

Kageyama frowned as you began to poke his arm teasingly, moving his arm away.

“A softie? Please, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone tell me that in my whole life,” he said, trying to resist the pout that threatened to form on his lips.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first,” you grinned cheekily up at him as he glanced over at you. He could feel heat rushing to his face and quickly looked away.

He knew why he was affected by your words and actions. He knew exactly why he couldn’t see himself being friends with you in the long run.

He wanted to date you.

And one day, hopefully soon, he would muster up enough courage to tell you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama imagines #kageyama x you #hq imagines #hq kageyama #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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styw · 3 years

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Alice in the Wonderland

Can I have Chaeyoung?

"Do you wanna watch movies with me?" Jisoo hummed, looking up from her book, and found the most colored brown sincere eyes.

"Movies?" She repeats, closing her book, and sets it aside.

The owner of the colored brown eyes nodded eagerly, "Movies." She smiles cutely at the brunette.

God, Jisoo felt like she's going to have a heart attack from it.

Jisoo smiles softly, "Sure, baby. I think I'm free on that."

She wasn't. In fact, she has tons of assignments to do later, but she'll ditch it. At least for now, she hasn't been spending time with her chipmunk girlfriend and maybe, maybe it's time for Jisoo to make up with the strawberry blonde with it.

"Yes!" The strawberry blonde pumped her fist in the air making Jisoo grin at her silliness.

"Are you that excited to spend the night watching movies with me?" Jisoo asks, propping her chin on her palm, and grinned teasingly at the strawberry.

"Of course," Chaeyoung replies, taking the opposite seat of her girlfriend, "You're too glued on your school works, Soo. And as your girlfriend!" She winks, "As your girlfriend, it is my duty to make you feel relaxed for once, ya know. Plus, Alice misses you already."

"And you don't?"

Chaeyoung blushed, breaking the contact away from the brunette, "Of course. I miss you, Jisoo." She whispered softly, feeling a sudden wave of heat on her cheeks and hid behind her palms.

"Ah, stop making me blush." She whines between her palms.

Jisoo giggles, reaching out to hold both of her lover's wrists. Setting it aside, Jisoo leans closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. Making the strawberry pout, with puppy eyes, and asking for more.

"What?" Jisoo chuckles, "We're in public. I can't just have a make out with you here." She says, bursting more in laughter. Teasing Chaeyoung is one of amusing things Jisoo loves to do.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at her lover, huffing, but nodding in defeat afterwards. As much as she wants to make out with her here, she knows Jisoo is quite strict and prefers to be private.

"Anyway, Five o'clock in the afternoon, okay? Don't forget."

Jisoo nods with a smile, reaching out to pinch her girlfriend's cheek, "Yes, yes. Noted, ma'am."

Chaeyoung grins, leaning closer on her girlfriend's touch, before rising up from her seat. Planting a small kiss on the brunette's forehead before leaving Jisoo in the library alone.

Jisoo, who is left alone, only giggled at her girlfriend's cute antics, and focused back on her anatomy book.

She's sure she's going to spend a long night in the Park's residence.

A few hours passed. The school time was over and it was time for Jisoo to head over to her dorm to change before making her way to the Park's residence.

A movie date with Chaeyoung wouldn't be complete if she's not bringing their favorite snacks: Pizzas and Hot Cheetos.

"I'm guessing you're coming home late tonight?" Jisoo looked over her shoulder and found a sharp cat-eyed girl laying down in the bed.

Jisoo chuckles, "Probably. Chaeyoung asked me out to watch movies with her. Her parents aren't home, so she's alone with her sister, and I'm accompanying her," She says, focusing on herself in the mirror then taking off her blazer and folding it neatly, then putting it on her closet.

Jennie hummed, "Okay..." Jennie mutters.

There was a brief silence between them and Jisoo knew Jennie had something to tell her. They've been living together since highschool already and admit or not, Jisoo could read Jennie like an open book. The cat-eyed girl was very easy to read.

Jennie sighs, catching Jisoo's attention. The brunette sighs in defeat, "Alright, fine. Lisa can come here," She says, taking a piece of plushie for later, because she knows the strawberry would need it, "But please don't do it on my bed."

"Hey!" Jennie growls. A big pink tint of shade on her cheeks, throwing a pillow, and Jisoo burst in laughter before blocking it.

The cat-eyed girl was furiously blushing on the bed and Jisoo was still bursting in laughter from the teasing.

"We're not gonna do it, okay? I'm just going to spend some quality night with my girlfriend. I miss her."

"You're looking like a whipped puppy right now, Jen." Jisoo shivers, rolling her eyes in the process.

"You're saying that as if you're not a lovesick puppy when it comes to Chaeyoung."

Jisoo chuckles once again, taking a glance at herself in their full body mirror. A white shirt and a black pyjama pants wouldn't sound so bad. She then turns her body to Jennie.

"What do you think?"

"Your outfit screamed like you're actually living in her home,"

"I'll take that as a "You look good in that outfit" compliment, Jen." She air quotes before taking her slipper sandal, "Anyway. I'll see you later, Jen." Jennie hummed, “Don’t come back, okay.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes at her roommate’s remark and left the dorm along with her belongings. She has already ordered the pizza and it will be delivered at Chaeyoung's place. Knowing it'll take for them an hour to choose a movie, Jisoo told the restaurant to be delivered around six o'clock. Chaeyoung doesn't like it when her pizza is cold.

After taking a couple of daydreams on the sidewalk, finally, Jisoo has reached her destination: The Park's residence.

She has been dating Chaeyoung for two years, almost three years, and until now, she's still not used to visiting the Park's residence. Her legs just won’t stop shaking and it’s getting annoying.

Don't get her wrong, she has been visiting, but she just couldn't get used to the grand mansion whenever she stands in front of the house.

Whenever she sees it, she couldn't help, but to wonder: How the hell did she bend the straightest church girl in the school and how did she get her? Jisoo doesn't know. She was just your typical student, whose face is always glued on academics, not interested in love until Chaeyoung came and made a miracle on Jisoo’s life.

Chaeyoung has turned her from a puppy whose face is always glued on the academics to a lovesick puppy, but still focusing on the academics.

Since then, Jisoo's days have been getting better and better, and she's always looking forward whenever it involves Chaeyoung.

Oh lord, Park Chaeyoung and her effect on Kim Jisoo.

Jisoo takes a step back, knocking on the door, and moments pass. The door flew open revealing a strawberry blonde girl who's still on her uniform. Her hair is a little bit messy and Jisoo wonders why.

"Hi," Chaeyoung greets, biting her lower lip at her girlfriend.

Jisoo cocks her head at the side, blinking at her girlfriend, "You're still on your uniform?"

Chaeyoung nods, then flashes a toothy smile at Jisoo, "I was picking Alice up from the school and I don't really have time to change clothes." She sheepishly says.

Jisoo nods, flashing a small smile then proceeds to come inside, "I called the Pizza. It'll be here in a moment," She says, turning her body at Chaeyoung then smiled, "How about you change into some comfortable clothes first while I prepare the food for later."

Chaeyoung pouts attempting to say something, but stopped when she sees Jisoo squinting her eyes at her, "Don't be hard-headed, Chae. Go on, okay? I can handle this."

"Okay..." She surrendered, turning her back, and made her way to her room like a child.

Jisoo smiles, her eyes following Chaeyoung's figure then ties her hair in a diligent manner before proceeding to the kitchen and preparing some snacks. A movie without snacks is big no no to the duo and speaking of watching movies, Jisoo wonders what Chaeyoung picked this time.

She hopes the latter wouldn't pick some scary movies, because seriously, the last time they had scary movies alone in the house (Alice is sleeping in Chaeyoung's grandmother's house). Chaeyoung was crying nonstop, regretting, and wouldn't sleep unless Jisoo would lay to bed with her.

Gosh, sometimes, her lover could be so dramatic, but Jisoo doesn't mind. She doesn't blame Chaeyoung either. Chaeyoung was genuine scared and She doesn't mind putting up with Chaeyoung's drama. It was amusing and fun to tease the strawberry blonde about it, though there are at times she would be filled up with worry.

"Unnie!" Feeling small hands wrapped around Jisoo's waist, Jisoo looked over her shoulder, and found the owner of the brown eyes, same as Chaeyoung, "Alice," Jisoo calls out, smiling widely.

"I miss you!" Alice says, breaking into loud laughter when Jisoo starts to lift her and snuggle closer to her neck.

"I miss you too, kiddo," Jisoo says, gently placing Alice down on the floor, "How's school?" She asks, focusing back on what she's preparing.

"It was fine," Alice says, grinning a little and Jisoo takes notice of it, "That's good. Did the notebook I left with you helped you a lot?"

Alice nods, "Uh-huh, it did! Unnie helps me read them." She says brightly, tugging Jisoo's shirt, then shows her palms filled with ink stars.

"Teacher got me this!"

Jisoo parted her lips in amazement before smiling proudly, "I'm so proud of you, dude." Jisoo says, taking out something out of her pocket.

She was supposed to give this to Alice later, but she couldn't wait anymore, "Remember the bracelet you loved so much when we were passing by on the streets?"

Alice nods then widened her eyes in shock at her unnie, "Did you buy it for me?" She asks, stars starting to be visible on her eyes. Twinkling like there's no tomorrow in happiness.

Jisoo nods, taking out the bracelet with a wide smile and giving it to Alice, "It's my early birthday gift for you. Happy birthday, Alice."

"Thank you unnie!" Alice says, jumping in happiness at Jisoo.

Jisoo giggled, opening her mouth to say something, but was cut off when someone talked first.

"What did I miss?" Chaeyoung asks, appearing out of the blue in the kitchen.

Chaeyoung was wearing her pink silky pyjamas and seriously, Jisoo couldn't help, but wonder how the heck Chaeyoung could make her outfit scream like it came from Saint Laurent. If only Chaeyoung is not pursuing Law, she would be a supermodel and an ambassador of Saint Laurent. Models should be thankful Park Chaeyoung chose Law instead of modelling.

"Unnie got me bracelet!" Alice shouts, showing Chaeyoung the bracelet Jisoo bought for her.

Jisoo snapped at herself, blinking as she did in the process, and glanced at her girlfriend who's interacting with her sister in a sweet manner.

Jisoo smiled. Jisoo was never good with kids, but ever since Chaeyoung introduced Alice to her, she was scared at first, but as time passed, Chaeyoung taught her how to be less scary and how to actually be nice with kids, and get into their nice side. Chaeyoung loves children so much that it also made Jisoo to love them too.

"You have homework?" Alice nods, "Don't worry. I can handle it unnie, cause I'm a big girl!" Alice shouts before running to her room, leaving the duo in the kitchen alone, proud smiles are prominent on their facial features, and their eyes follow the child's figure.

When they see Alice's silhouette starts to disappear. Chaeyoung immediately ran to her girlfriend with a big smile prominent on her facial feature.

Jisoo being a whipped puppy, she opens her arms, and starts to caress, and draw small circles at the strawberry blonde's back.

"You're so clingy, Chae." She comments.

Chaeyoung hummed, snuggling closer at the brunette's neck, "Get used to it, dummy."

Jisoo chuckles, both of them stayed silent, and stayed in that position for a moment. After a couple of seconds, Jisoo was the first one to break the contact, making Chaeyoung feel a little bit cold, despite the long sleeve covering her skin.

"Help me?" Jisoo asks, handing the hot cheetos on Chaeyoung's hands.

Chaeyoung immediately took it, "By the way, I already paid for the pizza." She says making Jisoo frown in disapprovement. Attempting to say something, Chaeyoung leans closer, shutting Jisoo off, "You can pay me back with kisses." She says, wriggling both of her eyebrows at Jisoo.

Jisoo shakes her head, sighing as she did, and chuckle in defeat, "Alright."

The two start to sit down on the couch. Jisoo, who knew fully well how Chaeyoung couldn't wait when it came to food, she gave the first slice to the strawberry blonde before proceeding with hers.

"So what are we watching?"

"As above, as below." Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glistening in happiness and taking a bite on her hawaiian pizza.

Jisoo gave Chaeyoung a look, hesitant, "That sounds like a horror movie."

"That's because it is a horror movie. I heard from Lisa that it's good." She says, finding Jisoo's eyes when she turned her head towards the brunette.

"I'm fine with horror, babe, but are you sure we're going to watch this? The last time we watched a horror movie, you were having nightmares about it."

Chaeyoung shooks her head, "Not this time. Plus, Lisa said it's not that scary, it's just thrilling."

Sighing in defeat, Chaeyoung looked so determined, so maybe it’s different today. Jisoo nods at her girlfriend before patting the seat beside her, "Alright. You better not regret it, okay?"

"You bet," Chaeyoung flashes a smirk, "I won't."

Okay, it was a mistake. Chaeyoung should have known that Lisa is an angel in disguise, she should have known that the movie is so scary that it made her eat her own words.

Why is she watching this movie again? Oh yeah, it's because Jisoo loves horror movies and she wanted to impress and show her girlfriend that she was not the Chaeyoung that used to get scared whenever they watch a horror movie together.

Seeing a sudden jumpscare appeared out of nowhere, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to widen her eyes and squeal in horror. Jisoo, who's on the side, widened her eyes, and jumped on her seat when she heard Chaeyoung squeal in horror.

In instinct, Jisoo immediately turned off the TV and faced her girlfriend who's already crying. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Chaeyoung rose up from her seat, and made her way to the stairs leaving Jisoo alone, stunned on their couch.

Blinking for a moment, Jisoo was back on herself though she's not really sure what had happened. She rises up from her seat, immediately following Chaeyoung in her personal room.

When she reached the strawberry's room, Chaeyoung was already lying on the bed, burying her head on the pillow as she sobbed softly. Jisoo, who got worried, slowly approached her girlfriend. She starts to pat the strawberry blonde's back and before she knew it, the two of them were engulfed in silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dramatic..." Chaeyoung murmured, her voice muffled on the pillow.

Jisoo smiles, "You're not dramatic, Chae," She says, "You're just scared."

Chaeyoung shakes her head, her face still buried in the pillow, "I'm so annoying." She says, taking a peek over her shoulder, and Jisoo's saw how Chaeyoung's lips were turning to quivering pout.

She frowned, "You're not annoying, babe." She retorted.

"I am,"

"Okay. Listen," Jisoo takes a deep breath, "Trust me, you don't want me creating an online presentation to convince you that you're not annoying." Jisoo softly laughed at her joke, but she's seriously going to do it, "But seriously, Chaeyoung. You're not annoying, okay?" She assured Chaeyoung.

There was no response coming from the strawberry blonde and Jisoo only stayed silent. Waiting for the strawberry blonde patiently on the floor with her legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't be the girl who you want to enjoy horror movies with... I've tried to be tough, but I just couldn't..." Chaeyoung whispered, sitting up from her position and started to wipe her own tears stain on her cheeks.

Jisoo smiles softly, taking Chaeyoung's hands on hers, "Chaeyoung," She calls out, planting small kisses on the strawberry blonde's hand, "You're such an idiot, Chae... You don't have to do that. You don't have to force yourself to watch horror movies just to impress me," Jisoo said, "I don't know if you know this, but you've always made me impressed with little things about you silently." She paused, looking up meeting with the strawberry blonde's eyes.

"So don't pull that scheme again, okay? You're making me worry about you, silly." Jisoo softly chuckles, "Now, let's watch tangled and ignore that crappy movie Lisa recommended to you,"

"After that, could we watch some documentaries too?"

"Of course, Chae." Jisoo laughs.

Chaeyoung has this small obsession when it comes to netflix documentaries, so of course, she'll watch it with the chipmunk, although there are times it would become boring. She doesn’t mind, as long as she’s with Chaeyoung.

Noticing the small sound created by the raindrop when it collided with the window. Jisoo turns her gaze at it. Looks like she couldn't go home to her dorm at this moment.

"It's starting to rain hard," She says.

"It is," Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glued at Jisoo's side profile.

What did she do in her past life to deserve an angel like Jisoo?

At this moment, Chaeyoung wanted to thank the Gods for giving her this angel in disguise.

Jisoo was so beautiful, starting from her hair that is streaming down like how the waterfall streamed naturally, her eyelashes, her eyes, her plump lips that are slightly parted, her ears and her voice.

Everything about her was so beautiful.

"Jisoo."

Feeling so overwhelmed, in a beat, Chaeyoung crawled her way to Jisoo's arms. Feeling the brunette's beating heart and the brunette's warm embrace, protective arms around her.

"You're so warm..." Closing her eyes as Chaeyoung snuggled closer. Jisoo hummed in response, letting Chaeyoung hear her beating heart that is beating erratically from the contact.

All of a sudden, Jisoo flipped the switch, and this time, before Chaeyoung could know. Jisoo has pushed her slightly and Jisoo's head is now positioning itself on Chaeyoung's chest. Hearing the strawberry blonde's heart beating erratically.

It was the same as her. Both of their hearts were beating erratically in the same rhythm.

"You're warm too..." Chaeyoung smiles softly, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Jisoo looked up, meeting the eyes of the strawberry who's looking the same way as her.

Jisoo couldn't help, but to feel overwhelmed by that gaze, so with a smile, she leaned closer to capture the sweet plump lips with hers.

There is it again, the rush of helplessness that Chaeyoung feels whenever Jisoo kisses her with passion and love. Chaeyoung closes her eyes, savoring the moment she's feeling, it was soft at first, and then, before Chaeyoung knew, it was becoming swift. The intensity has made Chaeyoung cling her arms around Jisoo's neck as the only solid thing to hold in an alluring dizzy world.

For a moment, when she felt the brunette stopped. It was Chaeyoung's turn to take over and she couldn't help, but to grin between their kisses when Jisoo tried to fight off her. Their kiss was innocent at first, but the more they kissed, and sucked each other's tongue. The kiss was becoming more intense, but the passion and love was still present.

"Jisoo," She gasped, feeling the warm hands of her lover beneath her pink top pyjamas.

Breathing deeply, Jisoo bit her lower lip at the moan and continued to plant small kisses on the strawberry's neck, trailing it down to her chest down to her stomach.

"Jisoo," She whispered, this time laced with neediness.

Holding her lover's cheek, she pulled Jisoo to hers and kissed the brunette deeply. Jisoo was so consumed, she was so consumed to the point that she didn't notice Chaeyoung had flipped the switch between them.

Jisoo groaned, feeling the strawberry on top of her. Chaeyoung was flashing a smirk at her lover, slowly unbuttoning her top pyjamas. Jisoo's eyes have remained glued at God's greatest creation that is in front of her and before Jisoo could stare furthermore.

Chaeyoung kissed her, it was slow and gentle, but she was sure it was filled with sincere love, and care.

Jisoo groaned, feeling Chaeyoung's hands knotting her fist on her shirt, pulling her harder against her. Jisoo groaned softly, on her throat, and then her arms circled her, gathering her against her, and they rolled on the floor, tangled together, and still kissing.

"You're so beautiful, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, leaning closer, specifically on Chaeyoung's ear, "Very." She repeats as she softly sets aside the bra and takes one of Chaeyoung's nipples on her mouth and softly sucks it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, shivering, and feeling her legs are starting to turn jelly.

"Let me hear you, Chae..."

Jisoo's hands were not stopping. It was so hot, consuming, and Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to look down and meet her lover's eyes whose eyes never left her.

Despite the hair sticking, because of the sweats, Jisoo didn't let that bother her. Instead, she kept her pace right and took it between her thumb and forefinger and tugs and twisted it gently.

"Ah, Jisoo!" She groans.

Jisoo didn't stop, and continued slowly, leisurely. Chaeyoung was groaning and her moans were the only thing that echoed in her room.

"Jisoo, please..." She whispered.

"Please what?"

Chaeyoung whines, "You know where."

Jisoo smiles for a second before distancing herself away from Chaeyoung. Immediately feeling the lack of warmth when her lover distanced herself, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but whine, but at the same time gulp at the sight.

Jisoo was dragging her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere nearby around them and unhooked her own bra. She then hooks her thumbs into her pyjama pants and gently pulls them and her panties down her legs.

"Felt so hot there, baby." She says, leaning closer once again to imprisoned Chaeyoung's lips with hers. As Jisoo's lips were distracting Chaeyoung, the brunette's hands were slowly pulling the pants down and hooked her thumb on the strawberry blonde's panties, she gently pulls them down her legs, and stopped making Chaeyoung's breath hitched.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Stop being a tease, Jisoo." Chaeyoung hissed, impatient, and Jisoo chuckled in response.

Chaeyoung knew Jisoo was testing her, she was teasing her, and it would be a lie if she says she wasn't aroused by it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, a little bit embarrassed, but quickly pointed at the apex of her thighs, and of course, Chaeyoung wouldn't miss that wicked grin that is plastered on Jisoo's lips.

"Naughty," Jisoo chuckles.

Then Jisoo kisses her, unleashing her tongue, her joy-ravishing expert tongue. Chaeyoung groaned and fisted her hand into the brunette's hair. She doesn't stop, her tongue circling on her clitoris.

God, she felt like she's in cloud-nine. It's so overwhelming and driving her crazy.

"Jisoo, please," Chaeyoung cried out. Not wanting to stand up as she doesn't have the strength to do so.

"Please what, Chaeyoung?"

"Make love to me."

"I am making love to you, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, grinning slightly.

Sudden boldness forming inside of the strawberry, she shook her head, "No, not that... baby... I want you inside me."

The magnificent, sweet torture was still present and Chaeyoung couldn't help but to release a soft moan.

"Come on, Jisoo,"

Jisoo stops, distancing herself for a minute, and Chaeyoung could see at the corner of the brunette's lips glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

Chaeyoung blushed.

"Be patient, Attorney Park." The brunette murmured, licking her lips altogether, and locked eyes with the strawberry who's looking at her with plead.

"Cute." Jisoo says, leaning closer once again, and starts trailing wet kisses from the strawberry's stomach to the apex of her thighs.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes, feeling the fullness, the elegant feeling of Jisoo's warmth, possession, and love. In instinct, she tilted her pelvis up to meet the brunette's pace, to join with Jisoo, groaning and moaning loudly. It was ecstasy, she was the definition of euphoria and when Jisoo eases her long fingers back and very slowly was what Chaeyoung drove crazy.

Shit, shit, and shit. She chanted those words on her head as she clinged her arms at the brunette's neck and played with her hair. Jisoo was slowly moving in her fingers and out again.

"Jisoo, faster... faster, please Jisoo." She mewled.

Jisoo gazed down at Chaeyoung's eyes in triumph and held the blonde's cheek with her other hand, and pulled her closer to kiss her hard. Chaeyoung moaned in her mouth, feeling the intensity getting faster and faster, but instead of two, Jisoo did three. Jisoo sets a pounding rhythm and Chaeyoung starts to quicken, her legs tensing on the brunette.

"Give it to me, Chaeyoung." She whispered in her ear.

Chaeyoung was feeling overwhelmed, rolling her eyes back, and finally, she exploded, magnificently, mind-numbingly, into million pieces around Jisoo, and Jisoo stopped.

Jisoo collapses on top of her, her head buried on Chaeyoung's neck. Chaeyoung closed her eyes, feeling fulfillment from their naughty activity, and feeling the warmth of her life. Both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, a couple of minutes in being each other's arms and peacefulness.

Chaeyoung opens her eyes when she feels her lover move slightly and gaze up into the face of the woman she loves. Jisoo's expression is soft, tender, and satisfied. The brunette leans closer, strokes her nose against Chaeyoung.

"I love you." She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde's lips and eases out herself on the blonde.

"I love you too, Jisoo."

And their day goes on like that. Both of them fell into deep slumber, side by side on Chaeyoung’s bed.

Jisoo was the first one to wake up, sober from what they’ve done a while ago. She planted a small note, saying she’ll leave, because both of them have classes later, on the nightstand table and leaned closer to plant a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips before making her way out of the Park’s residence.

When both of them were done preparing for their breakfast routine and readied themselves for their classes.

Chaeyoung wouldn't miss the satisfied smirk that is prominent on her girlfriend's face when she sees the blonde wearing turtleneck all of a sudden.

Jennie, who noticed the smirk on Jisoo's face, she flashed a smirk and nudged Jisoo on the waist.

"I see, you got laid there, huh." She teased.

Jisoo rolled her eyes, "Don't act like I also didn't catch you and Lisa sharing a bed together, naked underneath the blanket, Jen." She retorted with a teasing grin.

Jennie rolled her eyes and their day went from papers, to projects, to orals, and finally it was time to go home. Jisoo had managed to finish all of her tasks and now, she's stress free or at least that's what she thought.

She was supposed to go home together with Chaeyoung, stop by Chaeyoung's place perhaps for dinner, but Mr. Lee ruined it all.

"It's okay, Soo. You can just catch up with Alice and I, okay. We'll wait for you," Her girlfriend said, assuring the brunette who's pouting.

"Okay." Jisoo says, sighing as she starts to do what Mr. Lee told her to do.

It was around six o'clock when she was done with Mr. Lee's doings and since she was done, that means she's free to go now. Informing Mr. Lee that she finished the task. Jisoo grabbed her bag with her and proceeded to walk to the Park's residence.

After a couple of steps, finally, Jisoo arrived at the Park's residence.

Starting with a knock, there was a brief silence for a moment until Jisoo heard a click on the door.

It was Alice.

"Hey," Jisoo greets, walking inside, and starts to take off her shoes as the kid only gazes at her.

Moments later, Jisoo was done and Alice was only staring at her. Cocking her head in the side, blinking rapidly on the kid.

Alice pulled something out from her pocket and gaze it to Jisoo, "Here,"

"What's this?" Jisoo asks, bending down on her knees to level her face on Alice's height.

Alice smiled, "Your ring," She says, "You forgot it."

"Ah, really?" Jisoo says, taking the ring from her hand.

"Yeah," Alice replies, "I found it on my sister's doorframe yesterday."

"On the doorframe?" Jisoo repeats, trying to think when she dropped the ring yesterday.

"Are you guys always doing stuff like that?"

Jisoo freezes, widening her eyes slightly at Alice, and Alice only stared back at Jisoo with a smile that is hard to read.

A type of smile that Jisoo hasn't seen before.

"Alice, is that Jisoo? Let her in." Chaeyoung's voice echoed and judging from where it came from. It looked like the blonde was still in the kitchen and Alice voluntarily opened the door.

"Not always," Jisoo whispered, her eyes still glued on Alice.

Alice stared at her before blinking and looking away slightly from Jisoo.

"Alice," Jisoo calls out, holding the kid's hand, "Are you... Are you worried that I'm going to steal your sister away from you?" She asks softly.

Alice wasn't still responding, but Jisoo could see the kid was holding her tears back with a quivering pout.

There was a brief silence between the two and unknown to them. Chaeyoung was on the side, silently listening to their conversation. Her face is unreadable.

"I won't, Alice." Jisoo replied, "She's your big sister." She smiles.

"What about you?" Alice asks.

"Of course, I'm also your big sister." Jisoo chuckles, taking Alice softly on her embrace.

"I promise I won't take your "Big Sister"," Jisoo assured, patting the kid's back as Alice sobbed quietly on Jisoo's shoulders.

"But can I have "Chaeyoung"?"

There was a brief silence between them until Alice spoke.

"Okay..." She says.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes with a smile on her lips.

#fluff #chaeyoung #park chaeyoung #kimjisoo #jenlisa #jenniekim #lalisamanoban #slightdomestic #smut #chaesoo

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@trulytaka asked: um i’ve always dreamt about a tattoo artist!renji falling for a client AU. it’s okay if you can’t come up with anything, just a suggestion!

How is it even possible that I have never read a Tattoo Artist! Renji AU?? (If there is one, please, send it to me immediately). Anyway, I got way too enamored of this idea, this is not even remotely a drabble, it is 4400 words and it is incredibly self-indulgent, I am absolutely not sorry.

It takes place in America and everyone is Japanese-American, because I am way more comfortable writing about American tattoo culture. I have never actually read a Tattoo Artist AU, I don’t know how they are supposed to go, this is just based on my own experiences getting inked. It’s mostly a story about Rukia and Renji being incredible nerfballs, there are not nearly enough stories about Rukia being a nerfball around Renji.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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Izuru Kira found Renji Abarai in the break room, simultaneously trying to cram a burrito into his face and read a Hellboy comic. He was holding the comic open with his elbow in an attempt to avoid spilling guacamole on Abe Sapien.

“Your two o’clock is here,” Izuru informed his distinguished colleague.

“Oh, great!” Renji replied, creasing the foil wrapper into a spout so that he could pour the last of the salsa drippings into his mouth.

“She’s waiting in the consult room,” Izuru went on, watching Renji toss the crumpled foil ball across the room, completely missing the trash can. “Look, have you met her before? A Miss Kuchiki?”

“Just exchanged a few emails,” Renji replied, as he scrubbed his hands at the sink. “Why? Is she scary?”

“Not in the usual way of Abarai clients,” Izuru replied. “I was just… wondering if she was... in the right place.”

“Her request was very specific,” Renji replied, scooping up his comic and the manila folder underneath it. “In fact, I am quite proud of what I came up with for her.” He whipped the folder open.

Izuru stared at it for a moment. “That is so specific.”

“I honestly think this is one of the best tatts I have ever designed. I hope she’s a real weirdo, because not just anyone deserves a masterpiece of this caliber.”

“Mmm,” Izuru agreed. “Yeah. Anyway, if there’s been a, uh, miscommunication, see if you can just… redirect her. Both Momo and I are in today, okay?”

Renji scoffed and stuffed his comic in Izuru’s hand as he marched down the hall toward the consult room. A miscommunication. Renji wondered what was wrong with her. She was probably mousy and wore glasses. Izuru always assumed girls like that would rather have a sad poem about the sea or a sprig of herbs inked on her wrist (conveniently, his specialties). Plenty of mousy girls with glasses would rather rock some fangs or dripping daggers, in Renji’s professional experience.

“Knock knock!” he announced, as he slid the door open. He took one step into the room and stopped dead.

Rukia Kuchiki was not mousy. She did not wear glasses.

Renji didn’t know much about suits. He did not happen to own one himself. But he guessed that Rukia Kuchiki’s suit was expensive, in part because it fit her perfectly, despite her tiny frame. It was jet black, and didn’t have a single speck of lint or cat hair on it. Her perfectly manicured hands were folded neatly on top of her crossed legs. She was wearing very tall, very pointy heels. Their soles were bright red, which Renji had learned from television meant that they were super expensive. He realized that he probably shouldn’t be looking at her legs, even though they were very nice to look at. His eyes snapped up to her face, but that honestly wasn’t any better.

Renji wasn’t often attracted to women, but she had probably the most interesting face he had ever seen-- heart-shaped, with big, dark eyes, a sharp chin, the cutest little nose. Her make-up was subtle and professional, and her hair was swept up with a clip, although it must be fairly short, because a few pieces hung down in front of her ears, and a thick lock dangled between her eyes.

She looked like a mean lawyer from a movie, one that would drive a fancy sportscar like an act of violence. Scary, for sure. But not in the usual way of Abarai clients, who tended toward the large and beefy, not that sharp and sharklike.

That nose, though.

Suddenly, her face split into a big grin. “Hi,” she announced brightly. “I’m Rukia Kuchiki.” She had a deep voice, a very beautiful voice. “You must be Renji Abarai.” Her eyes flicked to his arms. “I mean, of course you are, who else would have those arms? They’re so cool.”

“My arms?” Renji said stupidly. “Are they… famous?”

Rukia’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, well, I follow you on Instagram, and you don’t have any pictures of your face, but your arms are in a lot of the shots and they’re, well, they’re kinda distinctive. Do you think, um, would you mind if I looked at them?”

Renji’s eyebrows shot up. It’s not like he wasn’t used to having his arms checked out, but most people were more… subtle about it. Oh, well, it was her dime. “I didn’t do them myself, obviously,” he pointed out, rolling up the sleeves of his t-shirt so she could see the baboon skull on his left shoulder. A skeletal arm traced down the rest of that arm, complete with an outline of his own hand bones. On the right side, a snake spine coiled around his bicep, ending with a hissing skull. “I mean, it was my design, but my friends-- the other three tattoo artists here-- all helped ink me up.” He plopped down in the chair that sat catty corner to the couch where Rukia was sitting, and held his arms out. “We’re sort of a full-service studio. I’m the skeletons and monsters guy. Izuru, the guy you met on desk duty today-- is good at calligraphy and watercolors and little, itty bitty tattoos. Momo is our nature girl, she specializes in flowers and animals, and she’s great with bright colors. The snake skull was all her. Shuuhei is really into classic tattoo art-- you need a hula girl or a heart with an arrow through it, he’s your man. He’s also incredibly talented at revamping old regret tattoos, there’s good money in that.”

“Mm,” Rukia agreed, finally tearing her eyes away from his forearms to look up at his face, and abruptly turned even pinker. A lot of people fantasized about getting a tattoo and then got a bad case of nerves when it was time to make the leap. Maybe all this was way out of her comfort zone. Renji was trying his best to be friendly and chatty, which usually helped, but he was not used to dealing with this class of lady. He hoped he wasn’t coming off as too familiar.

“Actually,” Rukia went on, pulling on her fingers nervously. “I picked this place specifically because of you. For your work, I mean. I’m kind of a big fan. I saw some of your paintings at an exhibition over at the Fine Arts College, and I just, you know, fell in love. I’d always thought I’d like to get a tattoo someday, and when I found out that you were a tattoo artist, I knew it had to be you. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time, and I’m babbling and I’m really sorry, I’m just very excited.”

Renji blinked. “You’re not babbling,” he replied slowly. He was sort of hoping she might say some more things about how much she liked his art in her beautiful voice. “Wait, an exhibition at the art school? That must have been at least three years ago, when I was doing my MFA.”

“Er, right,” Rukia looked a little sheepish. “A friend of mine had some work in the same exhibit, you probably don’t know her. My favorite one of your paintings was the one with the Black Lagoon creatures eating hamburgers at a diner, but I also really liked the one that was like a huge monster with a big bone mask stalking through a city, the way you did the shadows was just incredible.”

That particular painting was currently wrapped in brown paper and stuffed behind Renji’s couch. His last boyfriend had told him it was “creepy.”

“Uh, glad you liked it,” Renji managed. “Who was your friend?”

“Her name is Inoue. Orihime Inoue.”

“Oh, the robot girl!” Renji exclaimed. “Er, I mean she drew robots. Constantly. For every assignment. I didn’t mean to imply she was… robotic. In any way.” Jeez, Abarai, pull it together, he chided himself. “Yeah, I remember her. I didn’t know her well, but she sure could draw some tight robots. Is, she, uh, doing well?”

“She’s doing storyboards for a stop-motion animation studio,” Rukia replied.

Renji smiled. “That sounds perfect for her.”

Rukia bit her bottom lip and Renji’s throat went dry.

“So, um, you said in your email that you would have a design for me to look at?”

Renji realized that he was gripping the folder like a doofus. “Right! I did a couple of variations,” he explained, passing it from one hand to the other. “But you explained the concept pretty clearly, and I’m really happy with how the first one came out. I mean, obviously, it’s your tattoo! Please give me any feedback you have, you won’t offend me, even if you hate it! Tattoo designs often take a few iterations, it’s very normal, don’t hold back.”

She was staring at him, those big eyes wide and sparkling. “Can I… see it?”

“Oh! Right!” He shoved the folder at her.

Rukia opened it up and gasped.

“I especially love the way you draw skeletons,” Rukia’s email had read. “Do you think you could tattoo a grim reaper doing a sick kickflip on a skateboard onto my outer bicep? I do lift, so I am pretty jacked, if that makes a difference.”

“It’s perfect,” Rukia sighed in a tiny voice.

“Um, in the first variation (that’s page 2) I added some sunglasses, and in the second one, the grim reaper is flipping the bird and also its head is on fire. I guess I thought that grim reapers should be gender neutral but now I’m wondering if you would have preferred more of a… lady grim reaper?” Renji yammered absently.

“Oh, no,” Rukia murmured softly, flipping through the pages. Renji wasn’t even sure she had listened to a word he had said. “These are amazing. I love the sunglasses, but I also like the way you put little flames in the eye sockets in the first one…” She waved a hand absently. “Oh, and don’t worry, I like a non-binary skeleton.”

A small problem had just occurred to Renji. “Hey, um, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I… may have overestimated the size of your arms.”

“Oh?” Rukia asked, and abruptly shucked off her expensive suit jacket. She was wearing a pale purple sleeveless silk blouse underneath. She held one arm out experimentally, and then flexed. The muscle definition on her bicep made Renji take an involuntary swallow, but the fact that she was wicked cut did not buy him much in the way of real estate.

“I’ll just shrink it down maybe 25%,” he reassured her. “I’ll have to simplify some of the detail on--”

“No,” Rukia frowned, her eyebrows drawing together. “Don’t do that.” She thought for a moment. “I’m not committed to having it on my arm.” She uncrossed her legs and hefted one high-heeled foot onto the coffee table in front of her. “What do you think? Is my thigh big enough?”

Renji tried to make words come out, but it just wasn’t happening.

“Er… sorry,” Rukia said slowly, tugging at her hem. “I forgot I was wearing a skirt today.”

“Huh?” Renji scrambled to recover. He needed to say something. She looked really embarrassed. Say something! Say something professional about her leg! “Sorry, I was, uh, thinking!” Good, good, now keep going. “Don’t be self-conscious, I see people’s bodies all the time. Bodies are no big deal, we all got ‘em, right?” This was true in the abstract sense, but he knew these were blatant lies as they exited his mouth. Most people’s bodies were no big deal. He had only known her for five minutes, but was certain that Rukia Kuchiki’s thighs were a very big deal. He studied her leg, stroking his chin, like he was some kind of anthropologist of thigh tattoos. Mostly he was trying to figure out what would seem like an appropriate amount of time to look at a person’s thigh, a person who was your professional client that you most definitely did not have the hots for. “There’s certainly plenty of room,” he declared. “But, you know, people are going to see it less. Which is a selling point for some people! It’s just a personal decision that you’ll have to make. It sounds like you had a big vision.”

Rukia gingerly placed her foot back on the floor. “I had actually been wondering if maybe the upper arm was too public, anyway,” she admitted. “The fact is, I just got full access to my trust fund, and this is sort of a celebration, but I may have been a little overeager to piss off my big brother. He’s very stodgy.” She contemplated the area of her leg that was covered by her pencil skirt. “But so are a lot of people in my field. I can wait until I’m running my own company before I get started on the full sleeve of my dreams, right?”

“Worked for me,” Renji replied, utterly lost by whatever she was talking about. “What… field are you in?”

“Oh, finance,” she dismissed.

Finance. Of course. Renji tried to shoo away the weight of disappointment that was settling in his stomach. He was talking to a friendly client who was clearly loaded, loved his work, and was contemplating thousands of dollars worth of future business. He should be thrilled. He should probably be trying to sell her one of his old paintings-- they were only gathering dust, anyway. Renji would never break the studio policy about hitting on clients. The fact that she would surely laugh at him if he asked her to his favorite burger joint ought to make things easier, right?

“This is so hard!” Rukia declared, and Renji was shaken from his reverie. She was just contemplating his draft designs again, though, flipping back and forth between them.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he reassured her. “You can think about it and email me. If you’re happy enough, we can schedule your session, and we’ll work out the details between now and then. Chat it over with your pal MechaHime, she’s got good opinions.” He paused. Momo always said he was too nice during consults, they were running a business, but he couldn’t help it. “Or you can just call back when you’re ready. No pressure.”

Rukia slammed her fist down on her knee. “No! Let’s schedule it! Do I pay now?”

“20% deposit. Let’s go out front, Izuru will ring it up.”

“Perfect.” She looked longingly at the drawings again. “Can I take these with me? You’re absolutely right, Orihime will know what to do.”

Renji wrinkled his nose. “It’s actually against studio policy but…”

Rukia’s face suddenly became very serious. “Then it’s against policy.” She winked at him and smiled. “You should take care of your intellectual property, Mr. Abarai.”

“I never get over to this part of town, to be honest,” Rukia admitted as they walked back up to the front. “Is the taco place across the street any good?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s great,” Renji agreed. “Momo and I painted a huge mural on their wall, so they give us free churros.”

“Are tacos a good post-tattoo celebratory meal?” Rukia asked curiously.

“Well, you actually want to eat beforehand,” Renji pointed out. “It’s important to keep your energy up. I don’t estimate yours should take very long, I’m gonna book you a two-hour slot.”

“Ah, okay,” Rukia agreed, and Renji realized belatedly that...maybe… she had been asking him out? No. Surely not. His brain scrabbled for a response, but then he stepped into the reception area and his brain shut down entirely.

“It’s DONE!” Shuuhei bellowed. “Behold my work, ye mighty, and despair!”

Tetsuzaemon Iba, serial client, yakuza enthusiast, and assistant manager at a doggie day care, was flexing. He was not wearing a shirt.

From behind the reception desk, Kira was wearing a dour frown and shaking his head.

“It’s a masterpiece,” Renji declared. “I admit I was skeptical, but it looks fantastic, man. You happy with it?”

“It” was a massive tattoo, covering the wide landscape of Iba’s broad back. It featured a lucky cat, grinning maniacally, its paw held high. It was on fire. The kanji for “lucky charm” was incorporated somehow. It was a disaster. It was perfect.

“How could I not be?” Iba boomed.

“Whoa,” a tiny voice behind Renji said.

Iba’s face went pale when he realized that he was being Peak Iba in front of an elegant, professional woman whose shoes probably cost more than his entire net worth. “Gimme me my shirt!” he demanded of Shuuhei.

“That’s… amazing!” Rukia exclaimed, her face lighting up. “Wow, how long did that take?”

Shuuhei blinked slowly as he passed Iba his shirt. “Five sessions.”

“Well, it’s so cute!” Rukia announced. “You must love cats.”

Iba lifted at the same gym as Renji and watched Momo’s Pomeranian on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He was a regular fixture at the tattoo studio, and all four of them liked to drag him, but no one, none of them, had ever roasted him this hard. Renji cursed that no-asking-out-clients rule, because he wanted to buy Rukia Kuchiki her own body weight in tacos and then ask her to be his wife.

“He’s more of a dog person,” Shuuhei supplied.

“Great with dogs,” Izuru added.

“Shut up, you jerks, I am a lover of all animals,” Iba grumbled as he pulled his Hawaiian shirt over his shoulders. “Is this your lawyer, Abarai? Did you finally get arrested for that hairstyle?”

“I have an MBA, actually, not a JD,” Rukia replied matter-of-factly. “And I am his client. Can you show that large man my tattoo design? Is that allowed?”

Renji chuckled, and pulled out his drawing.

“That,” Iba declared, “is a wicked tatt.”

“Oh, you showed me that email!” Shuuhei recalled. “It came out great.” He regarded Rukia. “He was really excited about that one, you made his day.”

Rukia just beamed proudly.

“Are we booking a session, then?” Izuru asked hopefully.

“Yeah, two hours,” Renji nodded.

“Let me just finish ringing up Iba, and I’ll see when you’ve got an opening,” Izuru replied.

“This your first one?” Shuuhei asked Rukia conversationally.

“Mm-hmm,” Rukia nodded.

“Well, you made a good choice. Clean design, mostly black with just a few color pops, should go on quick and easy, and it’ll hold up really well, too.”

“This is Shuuhei, the one I was telling you about, who fixes a lot of bad tattoos.”

“I have never had to fix an Abarai tattoo,” Shuuhei declared. “He’s great with first timers. Very gentle. I’ve fallen asleep while he was inking me.” Shuuhei pointed to the pair of crossed scythes gracing his upper arm. “This is one of his.”

“Oooh, neat!” Rukia agreed.

“You’re being embarrassing,” Renji informed his friend.

“Always,” Shuuhei agreed. “Nice to meet you! I hope I get to see the finished product.” He waved to Iba as he headed off toward the back. “Don’t forget to moisturize!”

“Everyone’s so friendly here,” Rukia said softly to Renji. “This isn’t at all like I pictured it.”

Renji stretched his arms behind his head. “Nah, we’re just a bunch of goofballs who like drawin’ on people. Very lowkey.”

“I guess I’ve thought a lot about the getting tattooed part of getting tattooed, but I never thought of it as… a job. That people have.”

“It’s a great job,” Renji replied. “I love it. I’m just lucky that Izuru over there has enough business sense to keep the other three of us from running it into the ground.”

“That’s certainly the truth,” Izuru agreed, as Iba headed out the door. “Two hours, you said? Renji’s got a 4-6pm block open on a Wednesday, three weeks from now. The 24th, how does that work for you, Ms. Kuchiki?”

“Do you think that’s enough time to settle on a design?” Renji asked. “If you come up with changes, it should only take me a day or two to incorporate them.”

“Oh! Yes, three weeks should be fine. I thought… it might be a little sooner,” Rukia replied, sounding a tad disappointed.

“Abarai’s a busy man, three weeks is actually pretty quick,” Izuru explained.

“Right, of course!” Rukia nodded. “Yes, I’ll take the 24th!”

She then paid her deposit, a process which involved her taking approximately ten thousand items out of her purse, including a full-sized drawing pad, a single fingerless glove, and a Pez dispenser with a duck head. She was the most contradictory person Renji had ever met, and he just wanted to know everything about her. But instead, they were going to exchange a couple of emails about a grim reaper on a skateboard, he was going to spend an hour and a half two inches from her naked thigh in a state of intense, non-sexual concentration, and then he would likely never see her again.

“Okay, I guess that’s it!” Rukia said, stuffing the last of her worldly belongings back into the purse. “Three weeks, then!”

“Three weeks it is,” Renji agreed. “Unless we happen to run into each other at the taco place.”

Rukia blinked. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Right. Ha, ha, of course!” She’d been walking backwards toward the door, an impressive feat in those heels, and she spun suddenly to pull it open.

“It’s a push,” Renji and Izuru chorused together.

“Ha, ha, of course it is!” Rukia laughed nervously, and ducked out.

Izuru stared pointedly at Renji. “Wow,” he said.

“I don’t know what you have against her,” Renji scowled. “So she’s professional. She was really nice. She’s a big fan of my work.”

Izuru cocked his head. “She’s clearly also a big fan of you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Renji said.

“Look, I’m sorry I implied that a person who drives a Lotus Exige would not be interested in having your weird skeleton doodles permanently placed on her body,” Izuru held up his hands, “but did you really not notice the little hearts and singing birds floating around her head every time she gazed longingly at you?”

“Since when do you know anything about cars?” Renji snapped.

“It looked fancy and I asked Shuuhei what it was, okay!”

On cue, Shuuhei burst back into the reception area, Momo close on his tail. “Are we talking about the hot client who has a crush on Abarai?”

“Did you ask her out?” Momo asked breathlessly.

“She’s not really his type,” Izuru mused. “Very corporate.”

Renji frowned. Did he have a type? If his type excluded people like Rukia Kuchiki, he might need to get a new type.

“Who cares, she was adorable!” Momo insisted. “I woulda asked her out.”

“Renji, if you go out with her, can you get me a ride in the Exige?” Shuuhei added.

“I’m not gonna ask her out!” Renji protested. “What happened to the no-hitting-on-clients rule?”

“The rule is no creeping on clients,” Shuuhei correctly. “This is different. She’s clearly into you, big time.”

“Also, she seems non-terrible, unlike the questionable human beings you usually take up with,” Izuru pointed out. “We could relax the rule if it netted you an actually decent partner for a change.”

Renji scowled judgmentally at Izuru, as if his own dating history had been remotely better before he and Shuuhei finally hooked up.

“Oh!” Momo waved her phone. “Speaking of which, I googled her, like you told me to, Izuru--”

“Izuru!” Renji protested.

“--and you were right! She’s not just one of the Kuchikis, she’s the granddaughter!” Momo thrust her phone in Renji’s face. It was some article about some fancy charity event, complete with a picture that was clearly Rukia, dressed in a dramatic black and gold evening gown.

Renji wanted to push Momo’s hand away, but he also didn’t want to stop looking at Rukia in that dress. “The who?” he asked.

Izuru and Momo sighed dramatically in synchronized exasperation.

“Embarrassingly rich old money family? I don’t know what they actually do, but they’re always in the newspapers, donating money for something or other--”

“Billionaire philanthropists,” Shuuhei intoned in a fake deep voice.

“--I heard they’re descended from some famous clan of samurai back in Japan,” Momo ignored him. She jerked her phone back and started tapping at it frantically. “I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of the grandson-- Rukia’s brother, I guess. He always makes those lists of top ten hottest bachelors.”

“He’s dreamy,” Shuuhei seconded.

“Impossibly dreamy,” Izuru thirded.

Momo flipped her phone around again, to reveal a picture of a very serious, and very handsome man in a classic three-piece wool suit. Renji supposed “impossibly dreamy” was not an inaccurate description.

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen pictures of that guy before,” Renji shrugged. “He’s okay. Rukia has a more interesting face, I think.”

Momo and Shuuhei exchanged raised eyebrows.

“You do like her, then?” Izuru asked, his face brightening. “You’re wrong, by the way, Byakuya Kuchiki has the face of an angel.”

“Rukia says he’s stuffy,” Renji shrugged. “And fine. I like her. She’s cute and nice and had good taste in tattoos. What’s not to like?”

“Are you gonna ask her out, then?” Momo pressed.

“Absolutely not,” Renji replied. “She’s my client. Besides, as you just pointed out, she’s loaded. What’s she want with a scumbag like me?”

All three of his friends groaned.

“You have good delts and sexy hair,” Izuru pointed out.

“You give amazing hugs!” Momo declared.

“You draw fantastic skeletons,” Shuuhei added. “Which, apparently, is relevant to her interests, and not a thing you usually find on Tindr.”

“Also, we’ve already established that she does like you, regardless of whether she has a valid reason for doing so,” Izuru concluded. “So, if you’re at all interested, you really shouldn’t let that stop you.”

“I think you should go for it,” Momo encouraged.

“Me, too,” Shuuhei agreed.

Renji grimaced. She was an amazing girl, too good to be true probably. If she had any sense at all, she would certainly turn him down. But maybe… just maybe… she didn’t have any sense. “Okay,” he grudgingly agreed. “I’ll do it. But not until I’m finished the damn tattoo!”

#my writing #wacky au requests #god i want to read 100k worth of this #i just don't want to *write* it #insert dog no write! only read! meme #special thanks to mr p for coming up with rukia's car for me #we spent about a month once discussed which 80s sportscar each of the vice-captains would drive #it is the best bleach conversation we have ever had

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wherearemyglassesbro · 3 years

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Have there ever been any cases that it’s extremely important that they win because it’s personal? For Francis, that’s probably every case, but are there any cases that he’s just had to decline? Lmao I kind of want to know that for the rest as well sorry 😅

Ayooo

I’m gonna talk about Francis first cause his story is deep and I enjoy writing about his Emotions :) He often takes murder cases in order to feel that sense of ‘I got justice for this client, Jeanne would be so proud of me’ but there are many times where his superiors will come to him and...’suggest’ that he gives them the case instead. And by suggest, I mean they pretty much tell him that he isn’t taking that case. When he was a rookie, he worked his ass off in order to be trusted by the public so he’d get murder cases! And when he got them, he got very very attached to the point where his coworkers worried about how he’d handle losing the trial cause...that’s always a possibility. Would he lose his shit in front of the whole courtroom? That’s not something the prosecutors office wants cause thatll be a huge blow to their reputation! So yeah, there are cases that Fran technically won’t be allowed to take. His superiors will give him one of their cases instead, a fair trade! Fran understands why they do that but he kinda feels like they’re babying him which frustrates him even more

Arthur tends to stay away from cases where kids are involved. He doesn’t have anything against kids but he gets attached and also...he sees himself in those kids sometimes. It isn’t a good feeling. He sees plenty of kids with total asshole parents and he just thinks ‘Damn...they remind me of my parents’. He’ll take some cases but not many. He works better with adults than kids

Once Al gets to the point where he can take whatever cases he wants, he’ll avoid murder cases. He wants to be a defender of the public! Y’know... like wrongful drug charges, trespassing violations, assaults, hit and runs... That kind of stuff. Murder trials are stressful and Al doesn’t think he can handle that on his own the way Arthur and the other defense attorneys can

Eliza is the opposite of Alfred. She likes working bigger cases. She will work small cases often cause there isn’t always a murder case to handle but she gets bored with small cases like that. And even though she feels the sense of ‘I’m helping someone’, bigger cases make her feel like she’s contributing to the greater good. I hope I’m explaining that well :0 it makes sense to me lmao oops. She feels better working bigger cases than smaller ones. Alfred likes working smaller instead of bigger ones. There that sounds better :’)

Roderich is a higher up prosecutor so he doesn’t really work on smaller cases anymore and often assigned to big cases that require him to travel and go back and forth to the police station and back to the prosecutors office allllll week before the trial. Part of him misses working smaller cases when it was just him, a cop or two and the witnesses converging in a small conference room. But that’s not the way things are anymore. Rod doesn’t turn down cases cause he’s trying to become the chief prosecutor so he’s always gotta be working to prove that he deserves the position.

Ivan gets very attached when kids are involved. You thought he was scary before? If he’s prosecuting someone for crimes against a child, he’s like ten times scarier. Back when he was a new prosecutor there was one instance where a child abuser was found not guity and was released. Ivan saw the guy out in the city and beat the everloving shit out of that guy. No one ever found out it was him. But...Ivan’s boss had a sneaking suspicion that it was him. You don’t get busted knuckles like that from ‘falling’. Ivan got one hell of a lecture after everyone left the office...A ‘one time warning’. Ivan has a punching bag in his garage now.

Natalya does not turn down cases and does not allow herself to become attached because he mother taught her that exhibited weakness. However...When the victim of the crime is a woman...Her heart hurts for her. And that bit of hurt she feels is poured into her work and strongly worded statements. When talking about these sort of situations in court, she almost always wins because the women in the jury feel for the victim

#lawyer au :)#tw abuse mention #long post

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megatronswaifu · 4 years

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wrote a fanfiction and wanted to draw something to go with it!!

if you want to read some sickeningly sweet ooc overlord with nightlight please take a look under the cut. i’m happy with how it turned out because i really didn’t take it seriously like i’ve tried in the past.

“Nightlight’s Shadow” <2k words rating: GEN tw: mild canon-typical violence

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“What’s wrong?”

Overlord peered through the door, hunching over significantly. The phase-sixer was incredibly bored, having killed everyone he felt like and no missions assigned to him for a long while. When Overlord was bored and without those to maim, he went to go bother Nightlight.

The minibot sat in the shape of a ball on her berth. Her helm was tucked between her knees, and her little horns poked out, the only thing clueing Overlord in that “Oh, that part of the purple dot is her head.” When she looked up at Overlord, he thought to himself that this was the most pitiful face she had made to-date.

The towering bot squeezed into the room, scraping the doorframe with his shoulders as he stomped in (he wasn’t stomping on purpose, it was simply a feature of his size), his pillar audials threatening to pierce the ceiling. Nightlight’s accommodations were definitely made with efficiency and budget in mind. Why would anyone waste shanix and space on the ship just in case someone larger than a pea wanted to visit this room? Overlord thought he should carve out the wall and ceiling so his visits weren’t so difficult.

“What’s wrong?” Overlord asked again, and Nightlight turned to face away, “Why the long face?”

“I’m not a good Decepticon,” the tiny bot started. Her voice was quivering and hoarse, like she had been crying. Little cheekplates having subtle remnant streaks of tears confirmed this. “I’m not scary. Everyone keeps being mean to me. The bigger bots push me and call me names, even when I don’t do anything to them.”

“Why don’t you kill them?” replied Overlord like it was obvious. He had slithered onto the berth, laying sideways lazily behind Nightlight, his legs curled so he could fit. Luckily the slab was medium size, having not been made specifically for Nightlight, but it still creaked horribly under Overlord’s weight.

“I can’t do that! I’m not strong enough like everyone else. I’m not big. I can’t beat them up....I...every time I try to fight back,” her face scrunched up and her voice became even higher pitched and even wobblier, “I...I get my- my tailpipe kicked!”

Nightlight choked and whined, stifling a staticky sob in her forearms. She clearly felt so strongly about these simple tussles that it pained her enough to cry. The poor thing. The blue mech brought her into his chest with his big servo like a hockey stick to a puck.

“Don’t cry,” Overlord cooed, “I’ll give you advice.” Nightlight peeked at him from her arms. “You can’t beat them up and you can’t grow any. But that doesn't have to stop you.”

“When I walk around, everyone moves. As if I have a force field. Nobody gets in my way.” He gestured to Nightlight with his chin. “Why do you think that happens?” She looked away again, not in an attempt to hide her tears, but in thought.

“Um….because you’re really tough,” the moped said, “And, um, you’ll, maybe you’ll beat them up if they’re mean to you.” Nightlight always said things like “maybe” when talking about if Overlord would do something violent or not. Like she wasn’t sure if he was a bad mech, or she didn’t want to accuse him of anything. How kind.

“Yes, that’s true. I’m very tough.”

“But I’m not...it wouldn’t work for me. I’m not really-”

“Yes it would.”

Nightlight stuttered a few syllables of denial before resorting to looking at Overlord with a tipped helm in confusion. Overlord couldn’t help but laugh.

“When I walk around places where nobody knows me,” he said, “Where nobody knows I could mash them to a slurry, my force field still works. That is because I hold myself a certain way. I hold myself with an expectation that everyone fears me,” the duocon puffed out his chest plating a little, and it made a “clink” sound when it tapped his tiny companion, “With confidence. Confidence in myself and that the force field will work no matter what.” He smiled triumphantly. “Lo and behold, the seas part.”

Nightlight looked at him like he was the coolest mech on Cybertron. She had uncurled and instead was facing him, sitting with her knees forward and her pedes behind her. “So,” she spoke with a bit more pep in her voice, “they don’t know you’re strong...but they still kind of know you’re strong because you walk so confident.”

“Exactly.”

“But...but I don’t think I could do that.”

“Why not?”

“Cause what if I pretend to be strong and then they figure out I’m not and they beat me up?”

“If you walk with enough confidence, they won’t challenge you. And if they do, you threaten them. Then they run off like little glitchmice, with not a finger lifted.” Overlord waved his free servo as he talked, and Nightlight rubbed her fists on her optics and cheeks as he spoke, scooting closer to him.

“If I was injured in a way that left me unable to fight, but able to use my words, I would still win. In that moment, when I threaten them, it is not pain they are afraid of,” he explained, half-lying. Overlord loved to taunt, but he rarely threatened. If someone challenged him, most of the time he smashed their head in immediately. “I’m not touching them. They aren’t experiencing it. What they fear is the prospect of pain. All you have to do if you want to scare them off is make them believe you’ll rip them apart.”

Overlord had a feeling he was losing her, given her big optics staring at him. Or maybe that’s just how she looked. He poked her in the chest with acquired gentleness. “I can teach you. I can make you like me,” he said, “You can be intimidating. And nobody will ever bother you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

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Nightlight had such a tall stack of datapads in her arms that the top of the pile concealed her face. She had to stumble slowly in the hall and occasionally, carefully glance to the side of the stack to see that there was nobody in front of her, and issue out “excuse me”s and “I’m sorry”s accordingly.

Overlord’s lessons on being braver and more intimidating had not yet been put into practice. Fortunately so, in Nightlight’s optics. The two wheeler hadn’t come across anybody who felt like bullying her for a whole week, and she was hoping her lucky streak would last forever. She didn’t want to try out what she had learned from the phase-sixer, even though out of everybody on the ship, he was probably the best person equipped to teach it. Nightlight didn’t want to mess up.

Turning a corner like an old bot driving slow on the highway, she scooted forward on her pedes and shifted her grip on the datapads. She felt the datapads sliding, and she “eep!”ed as she steadied them, and they settled back in place. “Whew,” she whispered.

Despite her dearest wishes on shooting stars, Nightlight didn’t get much time to be relieved. Just as she found her footing again, some mecha decided to sneak up beside her and stick their pede out. The minibot made a brief yelping sound before landing on her front, some of the datapads breaking her fall, layered like a deck of cards. The rest scattered and clattered around them. The floor and the pointy edges of the datapads poked and scraped her chassis and hands.

“Oops,” said the bot above her, laughing. She recognized him from his voice. She didn’t know his name. “Heh, watch where you’re going, squirt.”

Nightlight stayed on the floor for a moment, facing down, steeling herself and her urges to cry. It was action time. She got up, pushing herself with her tiny servos, whipping herself around with gusto and pointed her finger right in the mech’s face.

“How about YOU watch where YOU’RE putting your STINKY PEDES, BUSTER!!”

The Decepticon stood with his mouth agape. He stared at Nightlight like she had grown another helm. Her being any bit of aggressive was pretty equivalent, really. “Wha-” he snorted, before barking out laughter that scraped Nightlight’s audials from being too loud. “What’s your problem, Autobot model? You think you can just waltz up in here and get sharp with me? You lookin’ to get pummeled?”

“You’re the one asking for a beating, stupidhead!” Nightlight yelled back with surprising volume, looking up at the considerably taller mech, even stepping towards him with gritted teeth. She stomped at him and almost jumped towards him doing so, looking like a dog trying to chomp at a chewtoy placed above it. “Get out of my way or pick these up,” she pointed at the datapads now, “and take them to room L2400! Or I’ll rearrange your face so much you’ll have to get your whole head replaced!!”

Nightlight, venting hard, felt equal amounts proud and equal amounts terrified. She had used the strategies Overlord taught her! Nightlight had tried her hardest and her best, put on her scariest face with her scariest voice. Hours of practice with Overlord, of him showing her how to be unabashed and angry, were coming to fruition.

The mech looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he froze up, his expression contorting into a wide-eyed frown. He frantically vented, taking a few quick breaths before letting out what Nightlight could only describe as a “squawk”. His helm darted between facing forward and towards the datapads. He was shivering so hard his chassis rattled. Was it working?

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it, I’ll pick up the datapads!” he threw himself at them, scooping them up like they were shards of his spark. Nightlight couldn’t help but look on with her mouth in the shape of an O. “Just leave me alone, okay?! I don’t want any trouble anymore!”

“Really?!” asked the purple minibot, “I, I mean, yeah! And I don’t wanna ever see your dumb ugly face ever again, got it?!” She shook her fist at him, throwing in a growl to her intimidation tactics. It sounded like a baby cyberwolf.

Taking no time to look back or even respond, the mech rushed off with the datapads in his hands. He screamed and practically jumped in the air when Nightlight yelled “L2400!” to remind him of where he was supposed to be going.

When the bot disappeared in the hallway, Nightlight stood still. She seemed to start to gradually vibrate, before exploding in excitement, jumping around the hallway, squealing and screaming, dancing and throwing her fists all around. She did it! She did it! She was intimidating! She could stand up for herself! She didn’t have to be bullied anymore! She was a real Decepticon!

Nightlight then felt a little guilty. She put her servo to her mouth and thought. The mech looked so scared. Had she been too mean?

No, she hadn’t been. Overlord told her that she should stand her ground, go full force, and dish back exactly what her bullies were doing to her. There was nothing wrong with that. An optic for an optic, and then some. The moped bounced in place. Overlord would be so proud of her!

“...I have to tell him!” she said, out of breath. She dashed down the hallway despite this, giggling and cheering, back in the direction she came from.

As Nightlight skipped away, Overlord stood at the other end of the corridor, in direct line of sight of where her bully had been standing. He backed away into the darkness with a wicked smile.

#tf oc #nightlight #overlord #maccadam #sunnyd #tried posting this last night but i am pretty sure tumblr ate it #or something #cause it got like 2 likes and i was like #DAMN Y'ALL HATE IT THAT MUCH?#i got unreasonably sad about it LMAO #but then i went to take a nap and i was like #oh nvm it's fine laksjfdlkads #so now i'm grabbing you guys by the head and forcing you to read it #you WILL consume my content OR ELSE #and thank you to my friends who helped me feel better #i owe you one

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 36

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. A/N: Oh My God We’re Back Again. It’s been a long time, but we never lost our love for Mo Astor. We’ve been plotting, and writing, and editing behind the scenes. We’re back to posting once a week. Thank you to all the readers who’ve left comments, favorited, and waited patiently. Grab a drink, sit back, and get ready to become lost in the world we’ve created.

Mo Astor Chapter 36

Jax

It’s been a long time since it was just me and my baby sister. I’m looking forward to the one-on-one, though I’d never admit it out loud. She’s been my rock through some hard times.

I imagine she’d say the same for me. When life around you is constantly shifting, you look to each other to remain stable. That’s something most don’t understand. That bond you have with someone who holds you down through all the bullshit is lifelong. It doesn’t break when you do jail time, have a difference of opinions, or get busy with life. So yeah, I guess civilians right, we ain’t like them.

“Morning,” I call as I walk into the house and disarm and reset the alarm.

“You’re making me regret giving you a key.” I follow her voice into the kitchen.

“You love it when I visit,” I retort.

“Did you tell the incubator I’m coming with you?” She asks cutting straight to the point.

I snicker. “Believe it or not, she prefers you.”

Journee scowls.

“Proves how fucking stupid she is,” she mutters.

“Jesus, Baby J. hold a grudge much?”

“Pot meet kettle. Mr. Let’s measure our dicks with Kick.” She finishes rinsing off her dishes, and piles them into the dishwasher.

“That was setting boundaries.”

“Riiight. Whatever you need to help you sleep at night. At least I own my crazy ass tendencies.” She pouts.

“’Cause that’s better?” I lean against the counter beside her.

“Oh, yeah bro. Always best to know yourself.” She winks

“You’re full of shit.”

“Guess that’s why my eyes are brown, huh? Wait that can’t be true. Cause your eyes are sky blue, J.”

“You’re supposed to be coming along for moral support,” I reminder her wryly.

“I am.” She pats my cheek as we head out of her house towards my bike. “I’m breaking you down to build you up stronger.”

“That’s some fucked up Gemma logic.” I mutter.

“She did raise us to be like her.”

“You say that with a straight face and it becomes a scary story.” She laughs.

“I know.”

“Such a little shit.” I’m smiling as I say it. Like a true little sister, no one can get away with more bullshit than her, and she knows it. It reminds me of the year she and Tommy were as thick as thieves. He was a lot like her in many ways—more soft spoken and thoughtful. As an only kid she had a crazy patience for him, reading him books, and letting him trail along beside her.

Part of me wondered if they’d have ended up together if things were different and she’d be a Teller for another reason. Especially with how things ended up for me and Lee.

I push the thought out of my mind. What if’s did nothing but drive you crazy.

“So, what exactly did I agree to go to anyway?” she asks.

“Don’t you think you should’ve asked that beforehand?” I tease.

She shakes her head. “You know I’m your ride or die.”

“I do. Basic check-up, and then lunch. I get the feeling she’s got some new man.”

She whistles. “Damn that fast?”

“Hey. If it keeps her from dicking with me and Lee, and doesn’t affect my boy, let her be happy.”

“All kidding aside.” She shuts the door to the dishwasher and turns to me. “ I’m proud of you, big brother. You’ve come a long way.”

My neck grows hot. “We both know Lee had a lot to do with that.”

“Your, opening your eyes and seeing what was in front of you did that. You and Lee were always just a matter of when not if.” She starts the wash cycle.

“So sure.” I roll my eyes.

“I could see it. Over the years you got so close, but something always kept you from clicking.” “Deep down I knew in order to keep her I’d have to get my shit together, and I wasn’t ready to do that. So I stayed back ‘cause fucking things up between us wasn’t an option, you know?”

“Things came out the way they were meant to.”

“You really think that?” I glance into her soft brown eyes, and she gives me that Madonna smile that makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. I can always be real with my sister because I know she’s going to give me the truth. Wither I want it or not.

“I do.” She reaches over and places her hand on mine. “You both had some work to do before you could commit to forever.”

“You think I have it in me? Forever and kids and all that?” I ask cautiously. So far, I’m screwing up the baby thing with my first born. It’s scary thinking of another person depending on me, let alone a child. It changes everything, and our life is unpredictable.

“You are your father’s son. Is there even a doubt?”

“Naw.” I lie, trying to fake it till I make it like I always do.

“Didn’t think so. You’re paying for lunch right? ‘Cause I’m starving.”

I laugh.

“You about to try to put a hurting on my wallet?” I hand her my spare helmet before climbing on my bike.

“Better than putting a hurting on your ex.” She says with a shrug, clipping the helmet on.

I chuckle, pulling my helmet on.

“You have a valid point. Damn you are our mothers’ child.”

She blows a raspberry, before mounting my bike. Little sis knows since she’s doing me a favor, she has the upper hand—and she’s going to milk that shit for all it’s worth. It’s the Teller way.

~~~~~~~ I’m pleasantly surprised and slightly bewildered by the manicured lawn and uncluttered space by the garage. The large black garbage cans are lined up neatly by the curb on the street.

Pulling into the driveway, I remove my helmet and pause to take in the freakish cleanliness it’s lacked in prior visits. This is above and beyond the duties we assigned the prospect keeping tabs on Wendy’s house.

“Well. This is different,” Journee whispers.

“Yeah.” I frown and turn to look over my shoulder.

“Maybe Ma sent over multiple prospects to tidy up.”

“Nu-uh.” Journee shakes her head.

“She said this was your mess to handle.” I purse my lips. “Which means it’s up to me to help you out with the pile of shit you’ve landed in.” Journee sighs.

“I feel the love.”

Journee shrugs. “I’m only speaking the truth big bro. You choose poorly for your first baby Mama. I told you how I felt about her long before you decided to give her your crow.”

I scowl. “No need to rub it in.”

“I’m just reminding you to listen to me. Sometimes I know things.” She flicks my ear and climbs off the back of my bike gracefully.

“Let’s get this torture session over, please.”

“You think it’s bad for you? I got eighteen years of this bare minimum.”

Storing our helmets in my saddlebags, I wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, be my buffer.”

“I should let you go up in flames,” She mutters.

“That’s not sisterly,” I say with a grin.

“Jaxass.” She mutters.

We climb the steps, and the door swings open to reveal Wendy before we can even knock. My jaw drops at her appearance. I glance over to find Journee equally shocked.

She looks like a fucking Stepford wife in a pale-yellow sundress complete with a flared skirt and heels. Last time she dressed like this a waffle iron came flying at my head.

“Jackson. Cat got your tongue?” Wendy smirks.

Journee growls. “Aaaah, the little cocoa sidekick.”

“You know it only takes nine months to bake a baby, and you’ve got what...” Journee taps a finger against her cheek. “Less than three months left?”

“Nice to know you can count,” Wendy sneers.

This is a new woman in front of me. I’m glad that she’s gotten the idea of us getting back together to be a family out of her head, but this one-eighty makes me uneasy.

I scan her body, and notice the thick strips of white medical tape over her entire right forearm.

They stand out against her nineteen-fifties get up.

“The fuck.” I grab her arm. “What are you hiding?”

“Your mark. Which meant nothing.” She spits, tugging her arm away.

“Let me see.”

“Fuck you, Jackson.”

Journee moves forward, blocking the doorframe with her body to keep me from dragging the smart-mouthed bitch out.

“I swear to God. If you’re using again.” My breath quickens, and my visions tints red as rage builds up inside me like an inferno about to blaze out of control.

“You can take it off on your own. Or I can make you,” Journee says softly.

“One of these days, someone is going to put you in your fucking place. You don’t even belong here,” Wendy growls.

Journee climbs up another step, getting in her face.

“I know exactly who I am, where I belong, and where I’m wanted. You could never say the same, could you? Poor little lost girl, with loose legs begging to belong.”

Wendy blinks and turns away. Her hands tremble as she unwraps the tape and thrusts her arm toward me. “Look your fill. You dick.”

I peer down at the unmarred skin, and my knees nearly go weak with relief. “It better stay this way.”

“I have someone to take care of me now, Jackson. I don’t need your bullshit concerns.”

“The minute you give birth to my baby you can do whatever the hell you want. Until that time, your business is mine.”

“It’s my baby too.” Her tone makes me stand up straight.

“What was that Wendy?” My voice drops an octave. “Is the junkie with no job trying to tell me she thinks she’s the better parent?”

“Inside.” Journee whispers.

Of course, We always have to keep up appearances here in town.” My mother’s voice plays in my head.

The fresh scent of cleanser and scented candles greets me. The house has never looked this good.

Who turned her into June Cleaver? I search the place for clues. The laundry basket resting on the couch has t-shirts that are far too big for Wendy, and the black boxers are a dead giveaway.

I don’t feel anything for her. I haven’t for far longer than I care to admit. But I do worry about the company she’s keeping with my boy still in her belly.

He’s not a junkie. Shit’s too put together for that.

“Going somewhere?” Journee asks, nodding toward the kitchen.

I spot the half-packed boxes and bare spaces on the counter.

“I don’t want to stay in this house of lies.” Her dark eyes burn into mine.

“And where do you plan on going?” I ask. She looks away.

“Do you really want us to have to find you?” Journee asks.

Wendy crosses her arms under her breasts, pulling the material tight around her waist.I take in the bulge that’s grown over the past month.

“I’m just preparing.”

“You’re not supposed to be lifting heavy things right now.”

“I have help,” She snaps.

“You aren’t the only person who’d ever want me.” Her hands ball into fists. “If you can move on, so can I.”

“No one is saying you can’t, you crazy bitch. Calm the fuck down before you distress my godson. There’s no reason for everyone to get all worked up. We get it. Wendy bagged herself a new man. Good for you. We’re here to get our report on the baby, and we’ll be gone. The quicker you update us, the sooner we’ll be out of your hair.” Journee holds her hands out like she’s wrangling two high school kids about to fight.

Huffing, she stalks over to the large chair and sits down crossing her ankles, like some kind of proper lady. I’m in the fucking twilight zone. I lean forward with my arms on my knees, drinking up her reports. My boy is growing properly and healthy. It’s more than I could’ve hoped for, considering how fast and hardcore we were living when she got knocked up.

We were both empty shells looking to fill up spaces neither of us could ever fit into.

It’d been fun for a while, but it had never been built to last. She wasn’t even a consolation prize post-Tara tear down— Wendy was a pretty thing to warm my bed and play by the club rules without question. Now I’m paying for my poor choices.

“You satisfied?” Wendy asks. Journee looks at me, and I nod.

“For now.” Journee nods her head, and we both rise.

“Same time next month, Case.” Journee drawls. Such a little shit. Makes a brother proud.

She scowls as we leave.

“What. the fuck, Jax?” Journee whispers.

I shake my head. “Not sure, but if he keeps her shit together for the next 2 and half months, I don’t much care.”

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Sitting down at the table in Hannah’s, I wait for J to finish most of her meal before bringing up the main reason I wanted to go out to lunch after.

“All right Baby J, so…I gotta admit there's another reason I brought you along today.” I begin, wiping my hands off with my napkin. She rolls her eyes playfully at me. “Of course there is. So, which of my skill sets will you need for this favor? I've got a few spots saved in the woods for disposal and Hap gave me an amazing cleaner kit for my birthday.” She says with an excited grin and a bloodlust in her eyes. She is so her father’s daughter. I can't help but chuckle, shaking my head in Disbelief. By looking at her you'd never guess what she was capable of. But with her dad the Sergeant at Arms of Grim Bastards, and her mentor Happy Lowman…there’s a side to her that I never want to get on the bad side of. “Well I do need your skills, just not those ones.” I say, taking a sip of my water. She raises a curious eyebrow at me before smirking.

“Sorry bro, my other skills are only allowed to be enjoyed by my husband and my wifey. As kinky as my old man is, I don't think we're ready to swing just yet.”

She teases with a wink and I damn near spit my sip out. “Jesus J, not that either! Shit little sister, I’ve only just begun playing in Lee's pussy myself. No other dick is going to be poking around in her till it’s been claimed to completion.” Her eyebrows shoot up.“Already planning on making her your second baby mama?” "Second and final. But not just yet. I just got her to say I love you to me. If I plant the seed too soon, I'm worried she'd rip out the roots.”

She rolls her eyes. “Naw Bro, Lee'd never terminate.”

“Oh I know, I wasn't talking about the baby. I was more concerned with her going Loreena Bobbitt on me.” I say honestly, shifting in my seat at the imaginary pain. She bursts out laughing, nodding her head in agreement. “Yea, that uh, that might be more likely.” She says between adorable little snorts.

I nod my head in agreement. “Exactly and seeing is how I ain't planning on changing my singing voice anytime soon, I'm real careful how I'm navigating this one.” Feels like the story of my life right now. It’s been a unique experience having the girl be hesitant with me.With Tara and Wendy, we went full steam ahead, and the crows afterwards all but jumped on my dick the minute I looked at them.

Lee is different. And being with her like this has shown me just how special she is.

She’s worth the time and the energy to make this work for both of us.

J offers me a soft, approving smile. “That's good to hear.” I nod. It’s a relief knowing how much baby sister supports us. None of this would’ve happened without her, and I know she’s got my back to help me navigate these new relationship waters. “Besides she's got that IED thing in her arm.” I add.

She bursts out laughing again and this time I'm a little confused.

“It's an IUD dumbass. Lee doesn't have a fucking bomb implanted in her arm.” She teases and I can't help but chuckle.

There's a joy in her eyes I haven't seen since before the whole Kyle debacle. I'm not the least bit surprised her old man helped put it there. I've known about his crush on her for years, but I knew better than to say shit. I figure if Chibs was taking his time there had to be a reason. Brother was one of the most strategic mother fuckers I knew. I was fifteen when he patched in, and after losing my old man, I saw him like the big brother I never had. There was no one I listened to and trusted more than Filip Telford.

I loved Ope and, there would always be a lifelong bond between us, but when he met Donna, we both felt something sever between us. He became a family man almost overnight, and I wasn’t done sewing my wild oats. Plus, the way the whole thing went down with him hurting J, it never sat right with me. Those two had been headed in a direction that would’ve been something real special. But then Mary got involved, dragged him away and he came back with Donna.

I can still feel my anger at the look of heartbreak he’d put on Journee’s face.

He’s been out a few months now and I rarely see him. The separation has been painful, but he’s trying to go the way of the straight and narrow for his family. Donna’s laid out the rules damn clearly. If he gets into trouble again, she’s out. Should’ve had brown babies Ope. This was the real danger of marrying and procreating with a Civi. They never fully understood our world, and few respected the price that sometimes must be paid to be apart of it. I don’t resent Ope for finding love, but I do resent his love for taking him away from his family.

“All right, Well then I'm lost Jay boy. If it ain’t cleaning and it ain’t playtime…what could you need from me?” She asks, taking a sip from her drink. My stomach flutters excitedly. I reach into the pocket of my cut. Producing the crinkled, early stages of a sketch I’ve been working on, I slide it over to her.

“Need the artiste in you little sister.” She glances at me and then opens the paper. My excitement turns to nerves as I watch her eyes studying the picture presented to her. "What am I looking at here J?" She asks and I scowl slightly. "I mean I know I'm not a great artist like you, but you can tell it's a crow.”

She chuckles. “I mean I know that, but I’m wondering why I'm looking at crow?”

"Right so, I need your help J. I want to design a new crow for Lee. After the shit with Kick, I need her inked. I want everyone to know she's claimed.” Her eyebrows shoot up again. “Wait what? A new crow, but your dad designed the first one. Why do you want to do new?” “I know dad designed the first one, but he designed it for my mom. And then ya know other old ladies got it and it just sort of became trademark.” I pause. “But there's nothing trademark about my old lady. I want her to have one just for her, cause she's damn special to me and she deserves something that represents not just me but us. Like you and Chibs did. Seeing the crow designed specifically for the two of you made me realize, I don't want her wearing the same generic shit that both Tara and Wendy got. Lee is never gonna be an ex, I know she's my forever and I want this crow to be more than just the generic SAMCRO trademark.”

I explain my thought process to her watching the smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

“So, that's what I need your help with. No one loves Lee as much as me and no one knows her better. I've got an idea and I can explain what I want, but I need your help executing my vision and making it something that represents us both and that she'd be proud to wear.”

I wait for her reaction. She studies the sketch and runs her fingers over the lines. “Where are you thinking she wears her brand?” I can’t help but remember before we were together, standing in my dorm room at Journee's engagement party. Journee running her slender fingers over Lee's chest saying how sexy a chest piece would look. I lick my lips and shift in my seat before clearing my throat. “Depends what we come up with. I know I’m definitely going to want her to get a chest piece so anyone who looks knows exactly who she belongs to, but I also know she's gotta be careful with size given her business dealings in the upper crust. So maybe just property off Jax across her chest so she can cover it up if need be. But this crow, HER crow...I don't want to worry about size. Maybe her shoulder or tricep for when she's in tank tops. After we design it and I give it to her, I'll let her decide where.”

Journee nods thoughtfully. “All right so explain to me what you're thinking.” She reaches into her oversized satchel she almost always has with her, and pulls out a small sketch book and pencil. I chuckle at her. She shrugs sheepishly. “Hey I'm an artist, never know when inspiration might strike.” She says flipping the book open to an empty page. “So I like what you have going here with the crow but what if you go with a two headed crow. Sort of like you and her becoming one.” She explains, masterfully sketching out what I'd already drawn and adding on to it. “Now, tell me what else you're thinking.”

By the time we’re finished, the idea is a fully formed tattoo. The two crows each have a wing.

A bleeding heart in the middle of the crows speaks to our passion and dedication for each other. One crow clutches an A.K. 47 for the club, and the other crow clutches an olive branch to represent the peace she brings me. With her, I’m completely balanced. Journee’s thrown in a few other hidden easter eggs to symbolize Lee. My name sits above the entire thing to let everyone know who my old lady belongs to. I love that in a way Journee is woven in there. There would be no me and Lee without her wonderfully “subtle” match making ways. We stand to leave, and I toss 20 extra bucks down on a 24-dollar bill. SamCro always makes sure to tip extra well in town. Keeps our business running and our business owners happy to have us. As we're walking out my phone rings and I can't help but grin when I see Lee's name on the caller ID.

“Hey beautiful, I was just thinking about you.” I say answering the phone. “How'd your meeting go?” I ask as we walk towards my bike. "Hey baby, went good. I think your mom and I were able to nail down the last of the details for the taste of Charming festival coming up.” I can hear the relief in her tone.

“Glad to hear it Darlin. J and I just finished up lunch. Headed back now.” I pause.“I mean, headed home.” I correct, winking at the smirk J gives me. “Glad to hear it darlin.” She mocks on the other end. J and I get to the bike and she grabs her helmet. “How’d your meeting go with Wendy?”

“Went good. I’ll tell you more about when I get there.”

“Okay baby.” I can hear her hesitation for a moment.

“Something wrong?”

“No, not at all. But umm Sack came by this morning with a few boxes of your stuff. And I hope you don't mind that I started unpacking some things. You know I hate boxes.” My heart damn near soars at her words. “Of course I don't mind Lee. You know how I hate unpacking, so unpack away. I can't wait to see it. My shit mixed in with yours. Bet it's gonna look amazing.” I say honestly. After our bathtub wall breaking session we both wanted as much of my stuff into her house as soon as possible.

Mostly cause I didn't want her changing her mind on me. “I think you'll like it. I’m headed back to the house now. You done for the day or you got Club stuff you gotta do?”

“I got some free time babe. I'll head over after I drop J off.”

I mount my bike so J can get on while I finish up my phone call. “Okay sounds good Jax.” She grows quiet for a second before a sweet "I love you Jackson," comes through the earpiece. I can't help the smile hearing her initiate the L word that been circling my head for months.

“I love you too Harley.” I say sincerely, picturing her bashful, smile on the other end.

“I'll see you soon babe.”

“Okay, bye baby.” She says before disconnecting the call. Journee is settled in her seat behind me and I can practically feel her smile. “How'd that feel?” She asks learning forward to wrap her arms around my waist. “Pretty Amazing, I’ll never get tired of hearing that from her.” I answer honestly, pulling my helmet on. I can always be honest and real around J. “I know the feeling.” She says giving me a squeeze. She leans forward to place an affectionate kiss on my check.“I'm so happy for you Jackson. For both of you.” She says.

I thread my fingers in her course curls and cup the back of her head. After Pressing a firm kiss to her cheek, I rest my head on top of hers for a moment. “Thank you, Journee. For everything.” I sincerely say.

There is no doubt in my mind if it hadn’t been for my baby sister I wouldn’t be in this amazing stage with Lee.

Knowing me I would’ve fucked us up by now. She gives me a squeeze before situating in her seat. “All right, enough with the chick flick moment. Take me home chauffer, time for me to go see my old man.” She says like a little kid getting ready to open presents as soon as she gets home. “Yes ma'am.” I tease starting my bike and heading out. ~~~~~ A/N: In case ya’ll were wondering this was what Tellerford was thinking Lee’s Crow Looks like. It’s based off a Design the show produced and was tweaked to fit our image lol. So we thought you might like a little glimpse into what’s in our head.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor

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Along the same lines as my previous ask because that turned out so wonderfully! Little Monsters SternClay au? I feel like Barclay might be even worse at being a scary monster than Indrid unless he felt hurt or threatened? And Stern, the precious lil’ monster nerd, was probably a bit more than Barclay bargained for. If you decide you want to write it, NSFW is always welcome! Thank you for your beautiful writing! 😭👏🏆

Here you go! It is indeed NSFW

Barclay can totally do this. He’s seven, the same age most monsters are when they’re assigned to humans, and his teacher was very clear about what he should do. She also told him that most monsters don’t need to do much at all; the humans do the work for them, getting very scared by the smallest things.

He emerges beneath the bed, his view mainly that of a wooden floor with a few neat piles of toys and books. Reaching up, he drags his claws along the underside of the bed. There’s a creak, the child in the bed sitting up. Barclay growls, and gets a small gasp in response.

“There’s a monster under my bed.”

Barclay, unsure if the child is speaking to him, replies, “Yes. There is.”

He sniffs, and while there’s a whiff of fear in the room there’s not nearly as much as his teacher said there would be.

“What kind of monster?”

Okay, this wasn’t mentioned either. Human’s weren’t supposed to be this talkative, and also he’s not sure what this one even means by his question.

“Uh, a Barclay?”

“...That sounds like a person name. Is that your name?”

“Yes.”

“I said what kind of monster are you. Are you a sasquatch?”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“A chupacabra?”

“I also don’t know what that is.”

“A frogman?”

“I don’t, uh, don’t think so?”

There’s an exasperated huff, “I’m just going to look.”

“No don’t!” Barclay squeaks, trying to make himself smaller. When bare feet hit the floor, he gives up and runs away.

What was that? Why was the human asking so many questions? Is Barclay not scary enough?

The next night, he starts with the growl, hoping that will scare the kid. What he gets is something shining in his eyes, and he just manages to throw up protective shadows to keep his whole head from being seen.

“Are you going to run away again?” The kid, Joseph, sticks the nighlight further under the bed. He’s on his belly, pajamas covered in faintly glowing UFOs, and frowns when Barclay tosses a higher growl his way.

“I won’t hurt you. I just want to see a real monster.”

“You, you can’t. It’s not allowed. I’ll get in trouble.”

That same, exasperated noise as Joseph retracts his arm, “Fine, but I still want to know what kind of monster you are. Here” he grabs a large book, opening it and shining the light so Barclay can see the pictures, “tell me when I get to one that looks like you.”

“Okay. You really aren’t scared?”

He shakes his head, face serious, “I don’t think monsters are scary. As long as you’re careful.”

Barclay feels like he should point out that sticking your arm and part of your head under a bed with a monster doesn’t seem all that careful.

“Most monsters are friendly. I think. Except lake monsters.” The boy stiffens, “you’re not a lake monster, are you?”

“No, I don’t live in a lake.”

A sigh of relief, “okay, then we can be friends.”

Barclay likes having friends, and there’s nothing in the rules that say he can’t be friends with his human “okay. We’re friends.”

Joseph smiles, begins turning pages and explaining the pictures in an animated whisper. By the end of the night, they determine Barclay looks most like something called a “bigfoot.”

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“It’s so cute, don’t you think?” Mr. Stern steps back from the half-open door of Joe’s room, taking the stack of laundry his wife hands him, “kid’s almost nine and he still likes reading to his stuffed animals.”

“I don’t think he’s let that stuffed bigfoot you got him out of sight since you bought it. And it’s good for him to practice reading aloud.” She sets the laundry basket down on their bed, “even if he thinks he’s being stealthy by hiding on the other side of the bed.”

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“...the end. Huh, that one was okay. What do you think?” Joseph closes the book, setting down near Barclay’s face. The boy’s sitting up on the floor, back resting on the side of the bed, with his few stuffed animals arranged across from him, so his parents will think he’s reading to them rather than the very much alive creature behind him.

“I liked the part with the prince.”

“You liked the kissing part?” He sounds amused.

“Kinda. Didn’t you?”

“I like the mystery part more. I like guessing what’s going to happen and seeing if I’m right.”

He’s right almost every time, which Barclay thinks is so cool.

“Thanks for reading to me. Same time tomorrow?’

“Yes. Goodnight, Barclay.” Joseph stifles a laugh when Barclay leans into rub his face against the exposed skin between his pajamas, knowing full well it tickles when he does.

“Night, Joseph.”

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It’s not that his home, or the monster world, is perfect. Barclay’s met plenty of monsters his age who like to be mean for no good reason. But if what Joseph has been going through the last few days is any indication, humans really like being mean to each other.

The first night he knew something was wrong was that he nearly spoke before catching on to the fact Mrs. Stern was in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“...you all are starting middle school next year. Unfortunately, people tend to get cliquey around this age.”

“But why me? Why don’t they like me?”

What the heck? Who didn’t like Joseph? He’s smart and funny, he knows lots about monsters and aliens and weird events, he’s a good friend who listens when Barclay talks.

Barclay doesn’t like being mean, but he will for sure fight whoever is making Joseph so sad.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I wish I did. Just...try not to let it get to you, okay? And if it gets worse, you tell me or dad and we’ll try to help.”

When she leaves, Barclay doesn’t know what to say, stomach still bubbling with anger on his friends behalf.

“I don’t really feel like talking.” Joseph whispers.

“Okay.”

A sniffle, followed by a hand reaching towards the darkened floor, searching for something. Barclay spots the plush bigfoot wedged between the bed and nightstand, grabs it and sets it into Joseph’s hand.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” It doesn’t feel like enough. He wants to make it better somehow.

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

He reaches up, touching the underside of the bed, “Yeah, sure thing.”

The trouble at school has been getting worse, not better. From what Barclay can piece together, Joseph has been labeled a “nerd,” and shunned by kids who were previously friendly for fear of being labeled the same. He doesn’t tell his parents the worst of it; that he confides only in Barclay, who is discovering all the names humans have for people they want to make outcasts.

It’s time for his secret weapon. Barclay spends the afternoon in the kitchen, careful to do all the washing up since that will decrease any scolding he gets for using the oven alone. He makes a batch of cookies big enough for his parents,cousins, aunts, uncles, and anyone else who may pass by in the next two days, all so no one will notice when he takes a few with him up to the human world.

“Psst, Joseph, come down here a sec.”

His friend appears, mothman pajamas looking a little tear-stained. Barclay slides the plate out to him.

“Where’d these come from?”

“I made them.” He tries not to sound too proud; he did this to cheer Joseph up, not show off, “it seemed like you needed a friend.”

Joseph bites a cookie, smiles for the first time all week.

“Seems like I’ve got one.”

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“How do I look?”

“From the knees down? Fantastic.”

Joseph laughs, “The door is locked, and I’ll close my eyes. Okay, closed!”

Barclay crawls out from under the bed, breath catching as he gets a good look at Joseph in his prom suit. It’s black, with a blue shirt underneath and a silver tie. With his hair slicked back, he looks like a secret agent, like a movie star, like, like…

Like everything Barclay’s ever wanted.

Man, he hopes Joseph’s boyfriend knows how lucky he is.

“You look fucking amazing.”

Joseph smiles, eyes still shut, “everything is on straight? No lint?”

“Some on your left shoulder, which I’m not touching unless you want it replaced by fur.”

“Thank you, Barclay. I wish you could come with me.”

“Me too.” Barclay reaches for his cheek, thinks better of it and lowers his arm, “tell me all about it when you get home?”

“Of course.”

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The small white lights in the kitchen are the final touch, and Barclay brushes his hands off, satisfied. At eighteen, most monsters leave home to find or build their own, and Barclay his inherited this small A-frame house from a great-uncle. It needed some touching up before it felt like home, and it took two passes with a cleaning potion to make the mildew smell go away. Now it’s all his. And just in time, too.

His first heat starts tonight, and the general consensus is it’s much easier to deal with in the privacy of your own home than in a family one. It’s also supposed to be better with a partner, but Barclay is flying solo for the foreseeable future.

What he’s most nervous about is seeing Joseph during it. He doesn’t want to miss a whole week of hanging out, but there's no escaping the fact that if he could have anyone with him during (or after) his heat, it would be his human.

But he’s got it all figured out; he’ll just ask if they can watch a movie, or maybe even if Joseph will read to him. Then he’ll go home and fuck his hand until he passes out.

Yeah, this won’t be awkward at all. It’ll all be totally, completely fine.

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Joseph flips to the next page of The Fortean Times, the subscription an eighteenth birthday present from his dad. A slight chill drifts up from beneath the bed, and he smiles.

“How are you tonight?”

“Good. Uh, what’re you up to?” Barclay’s voice is soft, though ever since it changed that gentle baritone makes regular appearances in Joseph’s fantasies. There was a time, right after his top surgery, where Barclay read to him when he couldn’t sleep from the discomfort, and he had the most lurid dreams of his life from that voice (and maybe the painkillers).

“Reading about a supposed “meat shower.”

“Cool. Uh, um, do you, uh”

He sets the magazine down, “Are you alright? You sound kind of...tense?”

(He actually sounds squeakier than usual, but tense seemed the politer choice).

“I’m good.” Is the unconvincing reply.

“I’m coming down there.”

On his belly, he spots the reflective glint that indicates Barclay’s eyes. They’re definitely wider than normal, and from here his breathing is labored.

“Shit, you look sick. Do you need tea? Or, um, I have some painkillers?”

“It’s not pain. It’s, uh, it’s a, uh, look, it’s really, really embarrassing.”

Barclay’s breathing gets louder as Joseph ponders what else it can be.

“It’s partly your, uh, your smell.”

“Is that your way of saying I need a shower?”

“N-no, it’s my, my way of saying you smell really fucking good.” Barclay’ voice creeps upward, and a possible explanation presents itself.

“Barclay, are you thinking about eating me?”

“Not in the traditional sense, no.”

He’s certain his own eyes go comically wide.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m, uh, I’m kinda in heat, so I’m like uncomfortably horny and I thought I could handle it and hang out but you smell so nice and I wanna fuck you so much I think I might lose it, so I’m, I’m gonna go, I’m so sorry-”

“Barclay”

“Seriously, I thought I could be chill, it’s not your fault, I’ll come back when it’s over, should be about a week, a miserable week, oh fuck sorry I didn’t mean to say that either.”

“Barclay” Joseph says firmly enough to make the monster stop talking, “I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you, um, do you-” oh, right, he’s not very good at this either. He’s learning to be smooth, but it all tends to evaporate when sex comes into play. He inhales, tries again, “If I sit up on my knees with my hands on the bed and you come behind me, even with my eyes open I won’t see more than maybe your hands and arms.”

“You..you want me to fuck you?”

He sounds so hopeful, and it makes Joseph blush, “Yes, Barclay, I do.”

A low, hungry growl, “Get comfy.”

The sound turns him on so quickly that his pajama pants are wet by the time he gets them off. Toys with the bedspread to calm himself as he whispers, “I’m ready.”

The same growl as something heavy crawls from beneath the bed, growing loud enough to shake the lamp. Thank the lord his parents are gone for the weekend.

Warm, slightly furry hands drag up the backs of his thighs, “Fuck, look at you. You always look so fucking put-together in your matching pajamas, like you think someone might be watching.”

“Someone has, for over a decade.”

“True.” There’s a zip and a scuff of fabric, then pants and long-sleeve shirt hit the floor in his periphery, “think it’s time I did something else.” He nudges Joseph's leg with his knee, “spread ‘em, babe.”

He gets his legs as wide as he can comfortably go, tenses when the head of a very large cock presses against him.

“Um, Barclay? H-how much bigger than me are you?”

Barclay’s chin rests on the top of his head as two large hands, at least fifty percent bigger than a human’s, come to cover his own on the bedspread.

“Oh. Um. Alright then.”

“This still okay?” Barclay noses down through his hair to kiss and nuzzle his neck, “Can stop if you want. I’ll go slow to start, I promise. I, I don’t wanna hurt you, wanna make you feel good.” It’s a borderline whine, laced with sweetness and accompanied by the monster rolling his hips, rubbing his cock along Joseph’s folds.

“Yes, very okay, I, I just need to, um, mentally prepare. I didn’t ever expect my first time doing this would be, um, with you.”

“You’ve never done this before?”

“I’ve had other kinds of sex, just not this.”

Strong, fuzzy arms encircle his waist, Barclay growling even louder as he grinds against him.

“Mmm, do you like that, big guy? Like the idea of being the first?”

Barclay stops breathing for a moment.

“Oh lord, I’m so sorry, I, I don’t know where that came from, it sounded much better in my headOHokay, okay.” He laughs as Barclay rumbles low, mouthing at his neck, “if you bite just do it below the collar.”

“Yeah, yeah, gonna mark you up, fuck” his cock bumps Joseph’s leg, smearing pre-cum along it, “babe, please, can I fuck you now?”

“Since you asked so nicely yes, you canAHnnnnnnfuckohmyfuckinggod.” He drops forward, head on the mattress as Barclay pushes in. They don’t get far before he winces, pointing at the bedside table, “lube, need lube, please.”

He keeps his eyes on the bed as wooden bangs and a pop reach his ears, Barclay pulling out to slick himself up.

“That’s like half the bottle, that should be good right?”

Joseph smiles, anticipation rippling up his spine, “There’s only one way to find out.”

The cock is just as overwhelming the second, Barclay building a steady, gradual rhythm of thrusts, going a little further on each one. The shaft is flared, so the deeper it gets, the more Joseph has to open his legs. When his knee slips in a stray bit of lube, Barclay’s hands drop to his thighs once more, keeping him upright.

“God” Barclay’s growls are whimpers now, his teeth tugging his ear and tongue lapping at his neck, “god, Joseph, you feel even better than I thought.”

“Been imagining this a lot big guy?’

“Uh huh.”

He reaches back, the angle awkward as he keeps his head facing forward, but finds Barclay’s cheek, stroking the soft fur, “me tooOOHh, that’s, that’s as far as it can go.”

“Fuck, a third of it is still out.”

“S-sorry”

“No it’s” A kiss to the top of his head “it’s so fucking hot, you’re so fucking perfect and you’re fucking straining to take me, I could fucking split you, gonna fill you up so much and so hard you’re gonna still be dripping when I come back tomorrow”

Now it’s his turn to whimper, the thought of a repeat performance making him dizzy with excitement. The intensity heightens every time Barclay touches him or nestles closer, every time he’s reminded of how big the monster is, how obviously strong. He’s right, he could tear Joseph to pieces if he wanted to. But instead his nose is once again at the base of his neck, praise and sweet, shy promises dripping down his back.

“Whatever you want babe, whatever you need, it’s yours, wanna take such good care of you, wanna make you mine.”

Joseph wiggles his hips, claws digging into them in reply, “then do it. I’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much.”

The next thrust shoves his bed six inches to the right, Joseph scrambling to hold on as the monster pounds into him. A moan winds its way out of his mouth, punctuated by shouts. Whenever he makes one of those, Barclay chuckles smugly and squeezes his thighs or his ass.

“That’s it, fuck, make noise for me babe, love hearing you feel good, want everyone to know you’re taken.”

“C-careful what you wish fofFUCK, if we get the cops called on us for this it’ll be mortifying.”

“Don't care, wanna hear you scream.” Claws scrape across his ass.

“AHGODyes, I know big guy, but if I have, have to explain that to my parents, I’m revoking your fucking privileges.”

A growl, teeth on his neck, “You wouldn’t dare”

“I would, so behaAAAAveemphh” He laughs into the palm now across his mouth, Barclay grunting with effort as he fucks him fast. A howlgrowlpurr floods the room and Joseph gasps, not anticipating the feeling of Barclay coming inside him.

The monster stays put, but loosens his grip and drops his hand in favor of roaming his fingers across the human’s body.

“Did, did that do it?” He wants to turn his had, wants to be able to see the answer on Barclays face, wants to do silly things like kiss him and gaze into his eyes as he comes down.

“Only kinda. I, uh, I wanna go again and this time I really, really, really wanna make you cum.”

He takes Barclay’s right hand, sliding it down to his dick, “Here, let me demonstrate.”

As he guides the slightly rough fingers at the correct pressure and angle, Barclay purrs louder and begins thrusting. Gradually, they’re surrounded by the twin, obscene sounds of fingers on slick skin and Barclay’s cock fucking his own cum back into the human.

Once he gets the gets the hang of the motion, Barclay nudges his hand out of the way to stroke him off alone, working his fingers in time with hips.

“I love feeling you like this, Joseph, fuck, please, wanna make you cum every day.”

“Pace yourself, big guy, f-focus on making me cum now, ohOHlord, fuck, fuck yes, like that, likethatlikethatohgod.” He slumps across the bed as the orgasm ripples through him, holds on for dear life as Barclay lets out a proud yip and proceeds to fuck him so vigorously he’s amazed he doesn’t chip a tooth.

This time, Barclay pulls out as soon as he finishes, cum dripping down Joseph's thighs onto a spot on the floor he will definitely be cleaning before tomorrow. Warm, furry weight leaves his back, replaced by Barclay’s fingers rubbing his shoulders.

“Um how, how did I do? Did you like it?”

“Was amazing.” He slurs into the pillows, “y’so good, Barclay.”

That rumbling purr again, a kiss on his cheek, “Close your eyes?’

He does, the thwip of the covers being turned down followed by strong arms scooping him up, setting him on the sheets and, after a short trip under the bed, cleaning off his legs before helping him back into his pajama pants.

“Joseph I, um, I just wanted to, um, to say thank you. I never thought you’d want me to do that with you and , and I just can’t believe you like me that.”

Feeling round, he finds his hand and holds it, “I wanted it more than I was ready to admit. I want you.”

“Can I stay and talk for awhile? Under the bed?”

“Of course, big guy.”

The next week is filled with normal days and strenuous, wonderful nights. Barclay fucks him into the bed once more, and when his parents are back in the house he and his monster get creative, using blankets on the floor, a makeshift blindfold, and a white noise machine. On one occasion, Joseph lays on his back on the bed, eyes shut and legs over Barclay’s shoulders as he eats him out with muffled sounds of joy.

When Friday night rolls around, Barclay surprises him.

“Babe? You feel like coming under the bed?”

He does, though he only fits through whatever magic of science allows Barclay to be there without being smooshed (or tipping his bed sideways). It’s dark, but the monster takes his hand, guiding him into a warmly lit room with a large bed, a bookcase, and a floor strewn with cookbooks. The longer he looks, the more he notices the area by the bed is dotted with candles and flowers, the nearby wall hung with little heart-shaped lights.

“I’m not supposed to be seen in the human world. But I didn’t see a rule about being seen in my own.”

Joseph turns.

Standing behind him is a figure with reddish brown fur, a humanish face, pointed ears, claws, and rather big feet. He’s dressed in a red flannel shirt and soft looking pants, deep brown eyes lit up like a supernova as he looks at the human.

“What do you think?” He rubs his arm with a shy smile.

“I think I’m the luckiest human in the world if you’ve been under my bed all these years.” Stepping forward, he takes the monsters hands, grinning up at him, “and you’re even hotter than I was picturing when we were, um, fucking this week.”

A blush is just visible under the fur on his cheeks, “aw, thanks babe. Both for that and for letting me spend my heat with you. That’s, uh, part of why I wanted you to come down here. After all that time in bed, I figured we should have a real date, even if it’s just a stay-in one. I meant all that stuff I said, Joseph; I wanna be so good to you, you have no idea.”

He raises an eyebrow, “I have some.”

“True. So, what do you say? Up for a first date?”

“Yes.” He tilts his head up, guides Barclay down by the chin and kisses him with the full force of years of accumulated affection, “but only after our first kiss.”

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rune-writes · 3 years

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I'll Come Visit

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

@zerith-week » Day 2: Promise

Word Count: 2344

Rating: G

Summary: All Zack ever gave Aerith were promises: promises of a date, to see the sky, and to come visit after he returns from Nibelheim.

Chapter 2 of Of Wishes and Promises: Zerith Week 2021

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All Zack ever gave Aerith were promises. The first was the promise of a date, the first time he met her when he dropped out of the sky and onto her flowerbed. The second was to show her the sky, because it wasn’t as scary as she thought, and he wanted her to see it. Then he bought her a ribbon and said they should make fun, little promises for when they next met.

“For example, when we meet, you always have to dress in pink.”

Aerith giggled and said that was silly, and it was, but it’d be fun. So she nodded and said okay and wondered what kind of pink dress she had that she could wear.

Then just before he left for Nibelheim, they went to the Sector 6 playground to sell flowers. Operation: Midgar Full of Flowers, Wallet Full of Money seemed to have a good start. The blooms were a big hit. One woman wished she could see them grow all around the slums.

“Yeah, that’s me and Aerith’s dream,” Zack said. “Not just the slums, either. We want to fill the whole of Midgar with flowers!”

Only a dream then, one he hoped would come true once he returned to Midgar, when he could finally take her to the city above and sell flowers under the sky together.

***

Zack sighed at the heavens above as he lay on his back. Thin wisps of cotton-soft clouds drifted past; though, did anyone really know whether clouds were cotton-soft? An age-old imagery that originated from how it looked from the ground, made by people who had too much time on their hands with too little thoughts in their minds.

Zack had too much time on his hands now. With Sephiroth having locked himself in the mansion’s library and still no lead on their investigation, there had been nothing to do but check on the reactor every day. Everything stayed the same. The monsters still slept in their pods, no more reactor malfunctioning, no more signs of Genesis—or any other intruders for that matter.

Cloud would grab any chance he could get to accompany Zack. Probably to escape the town and its people. Probably to be near their ebony-haired guide. He couldn’t blame the guy, and he had no intention to interfere, but sometimes, Zack would look at his stubborn younger friend and wish Cloud would let loose and show them who he really was. Not a SOLDIER, but still a proud member of Shinra’s infantrymen. They’d understand.

When the time came to return to town, he let the two kids go on ahead, saying he wanted to explore more of the mountain. Tifa offered to come with him, but Zack refused. It was still light out. If he’d gotten lost, his SOLDIER pride would be at stake.

Zack had expected a chuckle at the very least, but his guide only stared at him and said, “Okay.” Then she looked at the grunt and nodded her head down the mountain path. “Shall we, then?”

Grunt Cloud jerked, and for a fraction of a second, his wild, panicked eyes met Zack’s through his helmet visor. Zack waited until Tifa had turned and walked away before he slapped Cloud on the back and whispered, “You got this.”

“I got this.” A self-reassuring nod; Cloud gripped his rifle tighter before following Tifa down the mountain. They walked with a little distance between them, but never too far apart. Zack watched, a little grin playing across his lips.

He’d set off in another direction then: a greener, more life-abundant direction; a contrast to the barren, jagged mountain he’d left behind. He’d found the clearing shortly after, with trees on one side and a sheer drop on the other. It overlooked the Nibel plains and the small town below with the clear blue sky stretching far into the horizon.

Fragments of a cloud broke away into little dots, collecting in places that, somehow, reminded him of the yellow blossoms he’d find growing under the shades of a dilapidated church. Thoughts of the blossoms led to thoughts of the flower girl, and Zack couldn’t help but draw another long breath.

It’d been a week since he arrived in Nibelheim, longer still since he last saw Aerith. The closest interaction he'd gotten was the phone call mere days after reaching the mountain village. His PHS had rung when he’d been about to go to the mansion, and it had taken him by surprise when her voice came out of the receiver. But he’d been too busy then, so he’d told her that he’d call later.

“No, no, you don’t have to.” There had been a slight drop to her tone.

He'd pressed his lips together. “Okay, then I’ll come visit.”

“I’ll be here.”

Zack hadn't missed the momentary pause or the wistful sigh, hadn't forgotten her downcast eyes when he told her he would leave Midgar for a job. There had been nothing else he could say but: “I’ll see you, I promise.” He could almost see her smile as he hung up, hoping it had been enough until he returned to her side.

The drifting clouds offered a brief respite from the sun's harsh glare. Summer had long since gone and autumn was well on its way, but Zack still felt hot. Hot and restless and sweaty and wishing he was back under the cover of the church, where a ray of pleasant sunlight slanted in through the broken rooftop right onto her flowerbed. He’d doze on her lap, and Aerith would weave a flower crown to put around his head, and when he opened his eyes, he would see the brightest smile he had ever seen.

Zack reached for his PHS in his pocket. He had half a mind to go to his mails before he realized Aerith didn’t have a PHS. She’d borrowed Tseng’s when she called him before. Zack didn't want to call Tseng. The last time he did, the Turk had chuckled and said that he was at work, that he had one of his men watching her and that she was safe. He would, however, send her Zack’s regards the next time he saw her. Zack's mouth twitched at the memory.

What if he called her house? Elmyra probably wouldn't mind. The last time he met her, she had acted like he was already part of the family. It made him smile and miss her homemade stew, miss the warmth of the kitchen and the vibrant colors in her garden, miss that motherly touch.

But as good as the idea sounded, it was still daylight and Aerith was probably not home. He stared at the open mail draft on his PHS screen, then typed in Kunsel's name.

‘What are you doing?’

The reply came shortly after: ‘If you resorted to mail me in the middle of a mission, I can only imagine how bored you must be feeling right now. So let me tell you some good news, friend. I visited that church your Aerith frequented and I gotta say, she is such a lively fella. You have no idea all the little details she’d asked me of you.’

Zack jumped, glaring into his PHS screen as those last few words hammered their way into his head. He dialed Kunsel’s number. Kunsel immediately picked up.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?”

On the other side of the line, Kunsel cackled—a shoulder-shaking, back-bending, stomach-hurting cackle. “Gods, I can’t believe you fell for that one.”

Zack blinked, too mortified to catch up with the joke.

“I’m on a mission, if you remember—or maybe you don’t. Different from the one when you left for Nibelheim. With our Firsts out on a mission on the other side of the Planet, it seems the top brass has decided to have the rest of us—meaning us, Second-Class—take the lead on the remaining jobs. So I’ve been away, again. Far away from your lovely girl. So you have nothing to worry about.”

Another blink. Right.

“How’s the job anyway?”

A short pause, and maybe it was the easy-going tone of his voice that made Zack's tongue loosen up and tell Kunsel about the current state of his investigation, the current state of Sephiroth, the current state of his restlessness. Then at the end of it, Kunsel chuckled.

“Even in the middle of a mission, you still got time to worry about your girl.” Zack heard a scoff, soft and amused. “She’s fine. Aren’t the Turks watching her?”

“They are…” But even knowing that, there was a disquiet in his heart that he couldn’t quite figure where it was coming from.

“Well, if it’s any help at all, I promised to check up on her, didn’t I? Once I get back from my assignment, I’ll see how she is. Does that ease you?”

It did, even if only a little.

“So just focus on your assignment right now and make sure you get your ass back in Midgar. Quick.” Then he added, “You know I have a whole folder of you sneezing out snot, right?”

“Kuns—!”

The line was cut. The last thing Zack heard was his friend's laughter. It still echoed even when Zack had put his PHS down and stared at the screen, when he laid back on the sunny grass and covered his eyes with an arm. Maybe it was a bad idea to have Kunsel check on Aerith. Who knew what the guy would show her? All the embarrassing details of Zack's life! But Kunsel was the only person Zack could trust in SOLDIER right now…

Zack let out another quiet exhale. He lifted his arm. The clouds drifting past looked uncannily like the girl with the brightest smile.

***

He called a little after dusk. Zack was alone in his room; Sephiroth was still not back; Cloud and the other grunt stood watch somewhere. A few moments passed with only the dial tone filling his ears. And then:

“Hello?”

The smile came unbidden. Like a dam about to burst, his lips wavered at the intensity of the emotions overcoming him—overwhelming him.

“Aerith?”

“Zack?” Her surprise was almost palpable. He could imagine her wide-eyed stare as she stood beneath the warm lights of her home. “This is a surprise. You're not busy?”

“Aw, don’t you miss me?”

She giggled, and it was the most beautiful sound in the entire world. “Silly.”

They talked about everything and anything: what she was doing, how her days had been. "Same old, same old," she said. Tending to her flowers, running errands around the slum, then just as she’d headed for the church, the Leaf House kids had crowded around her and asked where Zack was.

Zack chuckled. “And what’d you tell them?”

“That Zack is on a very important job right now, but he’ll be back very soon and give everyone presents.” Her laugh made him smile, and he imagined her sitting next to the pots and vases, swaying her feet and twirling her hair. He closed his eyes, committing it to memory.

“Hey, Aerith.”

“Yeah?”

When he made that promise to visit, Zack had thought they would finish their mission soon and he'd be back by Aerith's side before she knew it. But it had been a week since then, and he was still stuck in a small mountain town with nothing to do but look for missing persons who refused to be found and wait on a stubborn comrade who refused to leave.

“Think I’d have to take a rain check on that promise. I don’t think I can come back soon.”

“Oh.” She paused. “Okay.” Then, because maybe she’d noticed the hesitancy in his voice: “Is there something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing wrong.” He was quick to answer, quick to ease her worry, even as his mind went to the mansion sitting on the town's outskirts, where Sephiroth was still perusing the many thick volumes stored in the basement. The last time Zack had checked on him, he'd been unaware of Zack’s presence. It’d been like talking to a statue, if statues could walk and talk. Ceaseless mutterings; unending strides; then at times, Sephiroth would stop and look up, and Zack would sigh and thought, finally! Because the meal the townspeople had prepared still lay untouched on the table, and all of Zack’s attempts to tell him to rest had flown over his head. But like a man possessed, Sephiroth had only walked past without truly seeing him, then discarded the book in favor of another.

“Zack?”

Zack blinked, then said again, “Nothing’s wrong.” It was less convincing. “Anyway,” he went on, brightening his voice. “Did you really tell the kids I’d bring them presents?”

“Of course,” she said, her voice too chirpy, as though she’d noticed his unease and opted to play along with his act. “Well, you have to give them something , after all their efforts to learn your combat moves. They’re really taking this Protection Squad business seriously, you know.” She giggled, and he chuckled too.

The kids had been hounding him every time he took the trip beneath the plate. What was supposed to be a quality time with Aerith always ended up as sword-fighting lessons with a bunch of children. Not that he minded them. The more time Zack spent with them, the more endearing they all seemed to him.

“Then I’d better get them something really good.” He wondered if the store next door sold souvenirs. He could ask Cloud for advice. Or Tifa. “But don’t tell them yet. It’ll be a surprise.”

He could feel her smile as she said, “Sure thing.” In the distance, he heard Elmyra’s call. Aerith had to hang up. “Do you think we can talk again tomorrow?”

“Of course. I’ll call you. Or you can call me too, if you want.”

“Really? Then maybe I’ll do that.”

Zack’s lips parted into the slightest grin. “I’ll be here.” Another promise. Her goodbye was the last thing he heard before Aerith ended the call.

~ END ~

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 4 years

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Hi! Do you have any headcanons about He Chen and his father? Their relationship is very interesting to me. How did HC react to Mr He's second wife? I would like to know your opinion. Thanks!

Hello, dear anon!

I have talked about the He brothers and their father quite a lot, but I don’t think I have talked about HC and Mr. He specifically that much. Probably just once, actually:

Some HC headcanons (including HC and his parents)

Because we know relatively little about Mr. He and even less about the boys’ mother and their step-mother, these will be quite heavy on my own interpretation. As always, it’s a bit difficult for me to separate good story ideas and headcanons in my head, so don’t wonder if these feel like they took off. But I’m excited! Always looking forward to talking about HC.

“Do you have any headcanons about He Chen and his father?”

Before getting to the headcanons, a few words about HC and Mr. He’s relationship in general. I think HC is a rather typical example of an older sibling character. He’s grown up soaking up the world view of his father’s and imbibed his principles and teachings. He might have even grown up feeling like his father was working for certain goals for his family and it was HC’s duty to join him and continue his legacy as his son. They were family, and this was how they lived and how men acted. HC’s rather patient, calm, and responsible disposition probably made it easier for his father to influence him. HC listened to his “reason” by nature.

We don’t know the exact age difference of the brothers, but I think it’s safe to say HC grew up a good chunk of his kid’s life absorbing his father’s words until HT was born. It seems raising HT was left for HC more or less, but HT was very different from his older brother. He didn’t take the lessons HC had learned the same way, and HC found himself in the middle of what he thought was the right thing to do and not wanting to hurt/force his little brother. HT was rebelling against something that defined HC and what HC felt like he needed to be loyal to.

I just wanted to talk about those things briefly, so the tone of my headcanons makes more sense.

HC was closer to his father than to his mother. He looked up to Mr. He and was almost proud when he called HC to him and entrusted him with some chore or little assignment.

He often spent time in his father’s office, playing while Mr. He worked. But quite soon his plays were forgotten when he stopped to listen to what his father was talking about to him.

The first time Mr. He let little HC sit with him while he was having a meeting was one of the proudest moments of HC’s life. He was becoming a man in his father’s eyes.

Mrs. He was sometimes uneasy about little HC seeing and hearing things he shouldn’t at such a young age. Mr. He just tussled HC’s hair and said his son could handle men’s business.

Sometimes HC rejected his mother’s affection if his father was looking.

Sometimes HC would have liked to stay with her and not go with him.

Sometimes Mr. He would tell little HC not to tell his mother what he had seen or heard. “It’s men’s business”, he would always say. Sometimes that made HC proud but there were times it made him scared and anxious.

The first time Mr. He took little HC with for an out-of-town business trip was when he saw the dark side of his father’s business. Mr. He had told him to stay in the car but for some reason, he had gone after him. He heard noises around the corner and saw a group of big, scary men in a circle beating up a man. He completely froze and watched as they cut off the man’s finger. HC had never seen someone bleed like that or scream like that. He had never heard anyone beg like that.

When Mr. He had turned to go back to the car, he had spotted HC watching them. At first, he had been angry HC hadn’t followed his orders but then said that “suppose you’re old enough”. This was part of the business. Men’s business. HC never told his mother about what he had seen.

Sometimes when Mr. He didn’t come home for days or weeks, HC couldn’t sleep properly and had nightmares. He was worried something had happened and should he try to help him. He wondered if he had somehow failed his father. He still wasn’t ready to be the man of the house.

Being forced to cause pain for his little brother was the first time HC hated his father. But he also understood it was the right and necessary thing to do, and his hatred was just his own incapability to do what men needed to do.

As an older man, HC realizes how messed up his childhood was being raised by his father. But he still cares about him and respects him. His words and teachings are a part of who HC is as a person. He knows his father isn’t without fault but he can’t really list them. In a way, he sees it all just as a way he was raised.

HC knows he will one day have to choose between his father and his brother, and he’s not sure what path he will follow.

“How did HC react to Mr He's second wife?”

We don’t know how old HC was when Mr. He got remarried but I imagine his attitude towards her was neutral. He might have had mixed feelings about her but I can’t picture him giving her a hard time. Rather, he was probably his usual calm, well-behaved, and mature self. And perhaps she felt more comfortable around him than HT.

However, deep down, I don’t know if HC ever really “took” her as a parental figure. I would say it depends on his age. Overall, I doubt he sees her as his step-mother but rather as his father’s wife. But she was family now, so that’s that.

Perhaps getting remarried could have made it more obvious to HC what kind of a man Mr. He was these days. Perhaps, his father had had greater affection for the boys’ mother and she had had this touch about her that kept him more human, despite everything. Maybe the new wife doesn’t have the same touch and aura, and she was struggling to reach him like the boys’ mother had. Maybe at that point, Mr. He was already too far gone. Maybe HC even felt a bit sorry for her because she was somewhat of an outsider in the family.

Ah, the He family is so delightfully complicated.

Thank you for your questions, dear anon!

#19 days #He Cheng #mr. he #answered ask

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peachybowen · 4 years

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stupid • r.b

series masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: none

songs: Falling For U by Peachy! and mxmtoon, Wondering by Julia Lester and Olivia Rodrigo

words: 3.6k

AND ALSO I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE A MASTERLIST 🤪 YOU CAN SEE WHAT I’M WORKING ON AND YEAHHH

A/N: feedback is always appreciated 🥺 I’m sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. Enjoy xx

I have dreamed of playing the lead since 5th grade. Of course I didn't tell anyone besides my brother and Cousin. When I got home last night, my brother and I talked. He was happy for me. Ej also said that he was really proud of me but he also added that he thinks that Nini deserved better.

,,Yo, what's up? I'm trading in my East High Leopards gear to be a Wildcat, starting today, because it's the day of the read-through! Blessed to be playing Chad. Swipe up for a link to tickets.'' EJ said holding his phone up, smiling the whole time.

,,Hi!'' Ash and I exclaimed simultaneously, walking up to EJ.

,,Say hi to my cousin and my little sister and bye to my cousin and sister.'' he turned his phone off and put it in his jeans pocket.

,,You're in a good mood.'' I mentioned and continued walking beside him, with Ash on his other side.

,,That's just for the fans, Y/N. Inside I'm a bucket of sad.'' he stated and I looked at Ash and then at him.

,,You still not over the not-getting Troy thing?'' Ash asked.

,,I put 3 years into this drama department and now I have to understudy my girlfriend's ex?'' he turned to me.

,,No offense Y/N.” he added and I just laughed and waved it off.

,,I know it sucks. But, I mean; Y/N is Gabriella and I don't think we would want an incest couple in our play, you know.'' Ash explained and I cringed at the thought.

,,Ash is 100% right.'' I agreed and started walking faster, Ash right behind me.

When we arrived at the rehearsal room, I saw Ej putting the Chad Danford card next to the Gabriella one. Ricky and I didn't talk much since the auditions and maybe, just maybe, that was my fault. I have been avoiding him, which was actually pretty hard considering I had almost all my classes with him. He tried to talk to me here and there but I just hummed in response most of the time. Honestly I was just trying to get over my crush on him. He still wasn't over Nini and he actually wanted to take part in the musical for her and I kinda ruined his chances because she did not get the lead. I also didn't want to ruin our friendship. We were friends since kindergarten and I wanted to keep him as a friend. After the auditions, Ash came over. She actually told me not to avoid Ricky but I just thought it was a good idea. Of course Ej agreed with me.

,,Could everyone take their assigned seats?'' Ms.Jenn asked loud enough for everone to hear. I walked to my seat and noticed that Ej put the cards back to how they were. I sat down with a sigh. Soon after Miss Jenn actually asked Big Red to read the stage directions because Natalie, the stage director, wasn't there. And like 5 seconds after that Ricky took the seat next to me. I looked at Ash, who was sitting across from me. She smiled and turned her attention to the blonde drama teacher.

,,I realize that you all walked in here as strangers.'' she started looking at us.

,,Actually, I'm Y/N and EJ’s, cousin!'' Ashlyn corrected. I could see Ricky looking at me out of the corner of my eye but I just ignored him.

,,But after today, you're a family. Please take your neighbors' hand.'' she finished and everyone did what the teacher said. I took Gina's hand and turned my head to Ricky, who was holding his hand out for me. I took his hand but avoided eye contact.

,,Hand.'' Ms.Jenn said as soon as she saw that Ej and Ricky weren't holding hands. Their heads shot in my direction when they heard me giggle. I stopped immediately.

,,Feel each other's energy. Let the silence speak volumes. In a world full of no, this is a space full of yes.'' the drama teacher preached.

,,Nice. Did you just come up with that?'' Carlos whispered to the middle-aged woman.

,,I did.'' she replied, smiling at him. It was silent. Nobody said anything and I could feel Ricky staring again and I just turned my head to Gina and smiled at her. Seconds later Ms.Jenn started singing ''We're all in this together.''. I let go of Ricky and Gina's hand and looked at the script on my table, highlighting my lines. Ash started to clap after Ms.Jenn finished singing. Nobody clapped beside her so she stopped and everyone looked at her.

,,"Sharpay heads for class, hears singing," "opens the door to the biology lab." "She finds Gabriella and Taylor washing their hands." "They turn to find there are no paper towels in the dispenser. They-'''' Big Red was disrupted by Miss Jenn before he could continue reading.

,,Try to read the punctuation.'' she instructed and smiled at the redhead.

,,"Sharpay comma heads for class period.'''' he said and I grinned. He was so oblivious sometimes it was cute.

We took a break after reading act one. I was talking to Ash but I also kinda watched my brother and Nini talking. And, yes, Ricky looked at them too. Nini got a text, she laughed, and Ricky was on his phone so it was kinda obvious that he sent her a meme or something like that. Ej glared at him and sat down again.

,,Cool glasses.'' I turned my head to see Seb taking a seat next to Ashlyn. She smiled.

,,Thanks. They're my grandmas.'' she acknowledged.

,,I have the same ones at home.'' he laughed.

,,Really? Why?'' I asked, trying to join the conversation again.

,,So, I can see when I'm milking.'' he replied and I was confused.

Milking?

Before I had the chance to ask what he meant by that, Miss Jenn said that we were gonna continue.

I was on stage waiting for Ricky. Ms.Jenn wanted us to start rehearsing early and I wasn't really thrilled. When he came running in, he said that he was sorry for being late.

,,We're diving into page 97.'' Ms.Jenn directed and handed us the script.

,,You mean the last scene?'' Ricky asked just as confused as I was. The teacher just hummed in response.

,,You wanna rehearse this? It's just one line.'' I also asked.

,,Yeah, I've got one, too.'' Ricky stated turning to me.

,,And then there's the kiss.'' Ms.Jenn exclaimed. I looked at her and started to panic.

,,There was no-. I don't remember a kiss in what we read yesterday.'' I stuttered trying to reason with her.

,,It was very much in the original movie.''

,,I only remember a hug.'' I augmented further. I wasn't really in the mood to kiss my best friend. It would just make things more awkward between us.

,,The kiss ended up being cut. Little racy for its time.'' she explained looking at me with a smile.

Later that day I sat in Miss Jenn's office, explaining to her that I just couldn't kiss Ricky.

°Ej's POV°

I was standing outside Ms.Jenn's office, waiting for Y/N when Ashlyn walked up to me.

,,Hi!'' she greeted cheerfully.

,,Go away.'' I simply said.

,,No, you go away. You're standing in front of my locker.''

I stepped away and she opened the locker.

,,I can't believe this. She's around Ricky's finger.''

,,Who?'' Ash asked and looked at me.

,,Miss Jenn! She added a kiss.'' I explained and Ashlyn rolled her eyes.

,,Ej, stop. He's not bribing our director.'' she interrupted.

,,Y/N doesn't want to kiss him, Ash. And I don't want that either.''

,,Being her big brother doesn't mean you own her.'' she commented. I rolled my eyes and changed the subject.

,,I need you to do me a favor.''

,,What kind of favor?'' she asked with a raised brow.

,,I need you to borrow Nini's phone.'' I explained and she looked at me like I was crazy.

,,Borrow? As in steal?''

I just nodded. I needed to be 100% sure that Ricky wasn't in the way of my relationship. Nini was different. She wasn't like other girls. The girl helped me be a better person.

,,Okay, you've just gone up 3 levels of scary!'' the girl stressed, shocked by my words. She tried to reason with me for a bit but then she left, leaving me standing alone in front of the office, waiting for my sister.

°Y/N’s pov°

,,I'm kinda lost. If the play is over, why would we still be dancing?'' Ricky asked beside me. We were back in the rehearsing room. Just as I was about to answer, Carlos came up from behind us.

,,It's a certain call. You're the last two to come out. We want to bring the audience to their feet!'' he explained snickering.

,,Teach them the dance.'' Ricky joked.

,,Carlos? Can we wait for Miss Jenn?'' I pleaded kinda just wanting the director there.

,,Miss Jenn is busy tracking down a prop. She's asked me to create a crescendo, people, so let's stop swirling and let's start twirling.'' Carlos directed calmly.

,,But why are we practicing the bows when we haven't even practiced the play?'' Ricky asked still confused.

,,Because you start with the hardest dance that takes the longest to learn. It's in the Big Book of Broadway.'' Carlos started. Gina came up behind him.

,,Page 374.'' they both finished at the same time. Gina walked away after they both high-fived each other.

Shortly after we started practicing the dance. Ricky was terrible. I mean he tried but he did not succeed. Kinda embarrassing.

,,What is he doing?'' Nini asked from the side as soon as the music stopped. I turned to look at her. She stepped forward and looked at Carlos.

,,Why you're talking to him? I'm right here.''

And that was when I took a step back. I wasn't in the mood to be in the middle of Nini and Ricky drama. I had enough of that over the summer.

,,'Cause you're not here. Not for the right reasons.'' Nini snapped.

,,What's that supposed to mean?'' Ricky asked standing right in front of her. Everyone was silent. Nobody wanted to interrupt that conversation.

,,What I said, Ricky. You hate musicals. You're doing this so we're in each other's grills.''

Carlos took a step forward to break the two apart but they kept on going.

,,Now you're rubbing some weird cologne on your neck.''

,,Hey, you love Throb!''

,,And wasting everybody's time by making fun of something that the rest of us take seriously.'' the brown-haired girl ranted. After the words left her mouth, Carlos told everyone to take a five-minute break and to get out. I stayed just being moral support for Carlos and Ricky. He and Nini argued for a few more seconds, my brother's name was mentioned and Ricky left. Just as Miss Jenn came back, Ricky walked through the door.

,,We're you going Troy?'' she asked, confused as to why he was leaving in the middle of rehearsals.

,,It's Ricky.'' he mumbled before exiting the room. I sighed, looked at Nini, who looked at her hands, grabbed my things and went after him.

,,Why are my leads leaving?'' Miss Jenn asked again.

Ricky was way faster than me.

I mean have you seen him? He's way taller than me!

However, when I saw Big Red outside talking to him, I decided to let them talk. My mind just told me to leave him alone to cool off, you know? So I decided to talk to Nini instead. On the way back, Carlos asked me where Ricky went and I told him that he went outside. Not so sure if that was a good idea because it would just put more pressure on Ricky. When I arrived at the rehearsal room again, Miss Jenn was talking to Nini and she still stood by the piano, looking at her hands.

,,Nini can I talk to you for a second?'' I asked and walked in her direction. Miss Jenn turned to look at me and left the room without another word. I think she knew that it was better to let teenagers sort their problems out alone sometimes.

,,I really don't want to talk to you right now. Ricky probably send you and I'm really not in the mood to-''

,,Ricky did not 'send' me. I'm here because I chose to talk to you. I know that you probably don't even want that because I basically stole the role you wanted to play but listen. Miss Jenn is working really hard on this musical and so is everyone else and I know it's hard being in a musical with your ex- and current boyfriend but please, for the sake of this musical, get along with Ricky.''

,,Y/N you don't even understand the situation. You never had an ex before!''

,,That may be true but I'm not on good terms with Ricky either! Do you see me causing a scene? No! So please Nini, at least consider, not ripping Ricky's face off.'' and with that, I left.

The first thing I did when I arrived at home was eat. I always ate when I was frustrated. Not my best habit. While waiting for my pizza to be done, I decided to post something on Instagram

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dancingcarlos and that's on actually auditioning for Taylor

yourgirlash u rocked that audition tho! So proud of u :))

I smiled at all the supporting comments and began eating my pizza, which I got out of the oven without burning my hands.

what? I'm proud of me. I always burn my hands while getting the pizza out of the oven. That's why Ej is normally doing it when... I want pizza.

After eating half of the pizza, leaving the other half for Ej, I went upstairs. I threw my bag into a corner and threw myself on bed. I sighed and grabbed my ukulele. The next thing I knew was that I started playing some chords that popped into my head.

I was hangin' with you and then I realized

I didn't think it was true, I was surprised

When I found out I've fallen for you

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you

I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you

If I told you just how I felt

But I can't help it

I'm falling for you

And I can't quit it

'Cause I'm stuck on you

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical

But I just want to be with you

Please tell me, boy

Can you get a clue?

Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you

,,The song is for him right?''

I gasped in surprise and turned my head to the door to see EJ leaning against my door frame, eating the pizza I left for him.

,,When did you come home?'' I asked while placing the ukulele on the floor. He walked towards me and sat on the edge of my mattress.

,,5 minutes ago but stop trying to change the subject. The song is for Ricky right?''

I just nodded, looking at my hands.

,,It's cute.''

,,What?'' I asked and looked up.

,,The song. It's cute. I mean I don't really support the idea of you and him together, you know that but I like the song.''

,,Thank you and don't worry EJ, him and me? That won't happen. He's still in love with Nini.'' I responded with a sad smile.

,,I know this may sound really awful but maybe it's just not meant to be.''

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe wanted to show me that it just wasn't meant to be. That I was chasing a dream. Ricky was so in love with Nini and to be honest I wasn't surprised. Nini was such a sweet and gorgeous girl, always have been. It's so easy to fall in love with her. No wonder my brother did.

I nodded and the only word that left my mouth was:,,Maybe.''

EJ flashed me a smile, patted my shoulder and left the bedroom. I sighed and my head hit the pillow.

The next day was pretty much uneventful.

Ok maybe that's a lie. I did catch Nini spying on Carlos and Ricky in the library. That's a good thing right?

When I opened the door to the auditorium, everything was silent. But as soon as the door closed and I leaned my back on the wall, someone started playing the piano. The curiosity got the best of me and I walked up the stage to see who was playing the wonderful melody. I was quite surprised to discover Ashlyn sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys softly.

,,Oh hi.'' was the first thing she said when she noticed my presence.

,,Hi. I didn't know anyone was in here.'' I answered looking at my cousin, who took her hands off the piano keys.

,,I can be gone in like 7 seconds. Six if I don't zip my bag.'' She replied as she started to throw her things into her bag.

,,No, Ash. Don't go. What was that?''

,,What was what?'' she asked and stopped packing her things.

,,The song you were just playing.''

,,Oh that. Miss Jenn asked me to compose a song for my character. It's probably way too much.'' she explained and grabbed the notes out of her bag again. I just nodded and listen to her ramble. I didn't really know why she was so nervous.

,,Why don't you play me some more of your song?'' I asked and sat down beside her. Ashlyn nodded and started playing the same melody I heard when the door closed.

,,Seems like a part of me will always have to lose.'' She began, her eyes watching her fingers which were pressing down the piano keys.

,,Every single time I have to choose

Swore that it felt right, but was I wrong?

Is this where I'm supposed to be at all?

I don't have the answers, not today

It's like nothing makes the questions go away

What I'd give to see If the grass was greener

On the other side

Of all I've had and lost

Would it be enough

Or would I still be wondering?'' she sang, her eyes still trained on the piano.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing?

If I had everything Would it mean anything?''

I looked at her in awe. I never really heard Ashlyn sing like that before and she had so much talent. She turned her gaze to me for a second, implying to sing with her. I smiled and turned my attention to the little sheet of paper in front of me.

,,Maybe I should turn around and take the other road

Or maybe I'm just looking for what I already know.'' we sang together, smiling after realizing that we hit every note in perfect harmony.

,,I'm just wondering...

It feels like I might have broke the best thing that I had.'' I sang alone and at that exact moment, Ricky slowly walked in. We didn't notice though. We were to caught up in our own little moment.

,,I said too much to ever take it back

I'm scared I'll never find something as good

And would I even know it if I could?'' I vocalized the verse Ashlyn wrote so flawlessly.

,,If I could go back and change the past

Be a little braver than I had

And bet against the odds

Would I still be lost?

Even if I woke up in my dreams

Would there still be something I'm missing

If I had everything

Would it mean anything.'' we both sang again.

,,To me?'' I finished and smiled. My smile fell as soon as I saw Ricky standing in the room.

,,Uh...We're back.'' he stuttered and looked at us with semi-wide eyes.

,,What?'' I asked quietly.

,,Downstairs.'' the curly-haired boy answered and shook his head slightly which made his curls bounce a little.

,,Miss Jenn wants to see everyone in the bomb shelter.'' he finished and left without saying another word. I looked at Ashlyn and she just shrugged before she got up and packed her things. Me being the incredible cousin I am, I waited for her.

When we arrived downstairs the whole theater group was building a small circle around the blonde drama teacher who had a huge carton in front of her.

,,Here it is, people.'' Miss Jenn breathed out, holding a small device in her hands.

,,Is that a garage-door opener?'' Seb asked as he looked at the small object in front of him.

,,No, Seb. This is Gabriella's Phone. From the film.''

A few students gasped.

,,I plan on creating a time-capsule display in our lobby. If they can have 40 sports-ball trophies, we deserve a little movie museum.'' the teacher explained, holding up the phone so everyone could see.

,,Okay, people, enough dazzle. Fetch your scripts please. Places for the top of the ski lodge!''

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