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netflix & chill

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc wc 10.2k !! wow!!

will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again ty to mia more @daechwlta for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺

When Namjoon had first not so subtly mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date, it was with a faux air of disinterest that you had masterfully pried the details out of him. Namjoon has a friend, he said, a friend who was kinda sorta attached to his hip. And while Namjoon loved the kid, he also thought this friend could use some social interaction outside of Namjoon.

Now you and Namjoon weren’t exactly the most conventional of friends for him to be proposing blind dates to you at whim. He was your senior at school, your mentor in your scholarship program, an educated man studying for his masters. So when he’d first uttered the words you were immediately on the fence. Sure, the two of you knew each other well and probably got along better than most mentor-mentee pairings among your year, but you doubt Namjoon knew enough of your tastes to offer you up for a blind date.

According to Namjoon, his friend was a kid in the same year as you, making him not so much as a kid as he was your classmate. You brushed it off at first, spewing some bullshit excuse that you’d rather focus on your studies, and how dating was a distraction to your education, as if you hadn’t spent the weekend prior binge watching some Spanish novella while you dutifully ignored your essay.

The second time Namjoon mentions it you agree on the spot. Life on campus could only be interesting for so long, so you might as well make the best of it and go on as many stupid dates as possible.

Namjoon is over the moon.

He tells you he’ll pass your phone number on over to that friend of his—“Jeon Jungkook”—and promises you you won’t regret this because his friend was amazing, really. And for Namjoon to sing his praises for just any underclassmen was unheard of. In fact, besides you, you don’t think Namjoon knows many other students younger than him, and if he did, you hardly doubt he would regard them so highly.

So he gives his friend your number, and so ends your weekly meeting with your mentor. You only realize on the walk back to your dorm that you forgot to ask him about some club at school, the whole goal of this week’s meeting, but by then you don’t really care, the whole conversation fading into the background.

In fact, you forget about the whole ordeal until Friday night rolls around and you’re once again, binge watching another novella on your laptop, when your phone suddenly vibrates.

You were by no means a loser at school, a friendless nobody, but you were also not the outgoing, school-spirited student on the front page of your school’s website, and thus had nearly every app that could produce a notification on your phone muted, every text thread silenced. The only notifications and messages you allowed were from your email and from your roommate, and considering the fact Doyeon was face down in a puddle of her own mid-semester tears right across from you, it was probably your email.

Much to your surprises, it isn’t that “Monday’s Class is CANCELLED” email you were hoping for, but instead some unknown number in a text notification. You roll your eyes, click it open thinking it’s a reminder from some store or from some guy claiming to be from your bank, only to pause at the words written inside the little grey bubble.

hey its jungkook!!! joon gave me your number to I guess ask you on a date soo are you free tmrw night??

The excessive punctuation reminds you a little bit of your kid sister back home and the dorky emails she’ll send you from time to time. It’s with that memory and a smile on your face, that you’re suddenly reminded of what exactly this message is saying. “Oh shit,” you mumble, moving to sit up and reread the text. Doyeon complaining loudly in the background has you reading it twice more before you understand it, and by then there’s a fluttery feeling in your chest.

You were by no means easily swayed by people, but this guy had received praise from Kim Namjoon of all people, so he definitely had some prestige to his name. He doesn’t seem overbearing from this one text he’d sent, but he also didn’t seem completely disinterested.

You try to match his nonchalant energy, letting him know you were in fact free and down to meet him, just to let you know more details.

You won’t lie, there’s a giddy feeling bubbling within you at the prospect of getting all dolled up, hitting the town, pawning a free meal off some unsuspecting college soul, and maybe even hitting it off. It’s been a while since you’ve dated, sue you.

Jeon Jungkook’s response crushes those dreams as well as hurdles you straight into a nightmare.

cool!! was thinking i could cook for us at my place, drink a little wine, maybe Netflix and chill a little bit??

You are blown away by the absolute gall of this man, to butter you up by painting a pretty picture only to reduce you to a mere booty call. The fact he had felt confident enough to say all that within the same sentence blows your mind.

Did this Jeon Jungkook, who you had no idea of what he looked like, who had no idea of what you looked like, seriously just invite you over for some quote unquote Netflix and chill?

Who, in the ever living hell, was this guy who so sleazily invited women over to fuck with no qualms about who they were?

You’re offended that Namjoon would set you up like this, pawn you off to such a greasy friend. But then again, you guess not everyone knows their friends thoroughly, because this Jeon Jungkook flirtatiously inviting your over for some sex sounds nothing like the golden boy Kim Namjoon had raved about earlier this week. You click your phone off, tapping the device against your lips as you ponder how to best rip this jerk to shreds via text.

It’s amidst Doyeon cursing out her statistics teacher that an idea hits you.

Tomorrow was Saturday night, and as far as you knew, you really didn’t have anything else going on for you anyway. You’d take Jeon Jungkook’s offer, let him cook you a free meal and drink some of his wine. He mentioned having his own place, and vaguely you remember Namjoon saying he lived alone, hence his introverted tendencies, so you could slip in and out without doing that walk of shame through a boy’s dorm hall.

Not that there would be anything to feel shameful about. In fact, if you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

Ha! That would certainly teach the asshole not to use his poor, unsuspecting friends to reel in nice girls like you into one night stands.

You could practically feel the devil horns begging to poke out of your skull, the forked tail wiggling behind you, as you click your phone back on and text Jeon Jungkook a great!! what’s your address :)

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Saturday morning and afternoon are as boring as they usually are. You do a little homework, and spend thirty minutes filling Doyeon in on your master plan, which she eats up and even gives you some pointers—“and then you can be like, ‘you sick freak, as if I’d let you near this 5-star, Michelin reviewed, Gordon Ramsey approved coochie’ and throw the whole plate at his head!”—before getting ready for your little date at Jeon Jungkook’s.

You try hard to look good, harder than you would have if he hadn’t offended you by reducing you to a booty call, and Doyeon helps. She does your eyebrows all nice and natural, dusts the thinnest shin of liquid highlighter across the high points of your face, the whole shebang until you’re looking like a sexy, glowing goddess. You shimmy into a pretty dress, nothing too fancy nor too casual, and even pull on those strappy sandals you’d bought on sale last winter before blowing a kiss to Doyeon and meeting your Uber downstairs.

You don’t quite remember what the reason behind Jeon Jungkook living in such a swanky neighborhood a few minutes from campus was, if it was from a job you vaguely recall Namjoon mentioning, or if it was just purely hereditary, but his place is nice. It’s a connected townhouse, something you’d expect a newly wed couple to live in and not some douchebag third year.

Worse comes to worse, you get banned from this rich neighborhood after humiliating one of its residents in his own home, not that you’d ever make it big enough to live here anyway.

You’d texted Namjoon sometime that morning to let him know you were meeting his friend, an ominous text with an even more ominous smiley face attached to it. But it seems Namjoon is easily blinded by underclassmen he trusts, if Jeon Jungkook’s assholish feats and your own suspicious behavior is anything to go by, because he texts you back a polite have fun! he’s a little shy, so it might take a while for the ball to start rolling hahahaha.

Shy my ass, you think closing the door of your Uber behind you. You double check the address that had been texted to you, walking up to the neat townhouse and knocking against the polished door.

It’s a little chilly, and you hope finding an Uber is easier later tonight when you make your grand escape. It’s between these thoughts that the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever met.

He’s attractive, disgustingly so, with dark hair and light brown tips to contrast, tickling his cheekbones. His dark eyes are round and imploring as they meet yours, gaze almost innocent and doe like as he takes you in. He’s got this soft, blue turtleneck on, and it looks like it should be a seasonal sweater reserved for the holidays but he pulls it off nicely on this premature spring night. His pretty pink lips move, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking.

“___?” He says, and his voice is deep, yet soft in its own unique way. You nod, like a stupid bobble head, because your throat constricted the moment this beautiful angel opened the door. “It’s cold outside, come in!” He urges you, out stretching his palm to make sure you don’t trip over the slight step up the door as he brings you into his home.

“Hi,” he exhales when you’re finally inside, standing a little too close to you in his small entryway.

“Hi,” you finally choke out, a little dazed by how handsome he is, and the sudden realization that you’re supposed to throw your glass of wine at him tonight because he’s a douchebag dawns on you. You blink yourself out of your stupor, taking a step back and gesturing towards your sandal clad feet.

“Oh!” Jeon Jungkook exclaims at the sudden realization. “I forgot to set out a pair of slippers for you,” he sheepishly admits, before he excuses himself to go get some. There’s a tiny ottoman pushed against the wall, beneath a long mirror, that you take a seat on it, carefully unstrapping your sandals.

All the while, you’re deep in thought.

It makes sense that someone like Jeon Jungkook was so forward in inviting you over for sex during your first interaction. Realistically speaking, the guy had it all. He lived alone in a swanky townhouse in a wealthy neighborhood (you finally remember Namjoon saying he did some app developing for major companies—yeah, still in college but already making it big because he was that good), and looked like the blueprint for the perfect man, someone who’d impress your parents. On top of that, the man was was a 21st century Adonis. You hadn’t missed the flash of ink on his knuckles, or the way his jeans had hugged his legs.

He’s making his way back now, inspecting the slippers in his hands, and you don’t miss the way the jeans are pulled taut around his thighs in particular.

Yeah, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, there was no way he couldn’t have.

You slip your feet into the slippers he places before you, wiggling your toes around, before glancing back at Jungkook. He smiles warmly, a little beauty mark beneath his lip making itself known. He takes your hand, pulls you up onto your feet, and begins guiding you down the hall and to what you assume is the kitchen.

“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured asking you three hours before you came over would be too awkward,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at you again, and upon seeing your inquisitive stare, quickly turns away with flushed cheeks.

Oh this man knew the game, and he knew it well.

Jeon Jungkook still thinks he can play that cute campus boy being set up by his senior card now, after he’d shown you his true colors last night via text. But he has a big storm coming. As much as you could admit he was good to look at, you would not be fooled by some pretty face and tasty food. No, you came here with one goal and one goal only, and that was to give Jeon Jungkook a piece of his own two-faced medicine before running off to tattle to Namjoon.

You reach the kitchen and the heavenly smell of Alfredo sauce swarms your nostrils. “I… I’m still new to cooking, so I hope you don’t mind some Alfredo pasta,” he admits, shy smile adorning his features as he avoids your gaze once again to toy with the dish towel by the sink.

You creep closer to the counter, where two meticulously presented ceramic plates sit beside a wine bottle, and the glands in your mouth suddenly go into overdrive in their rush to make you salivate, and you choke out an overly eager, “it looks amazing!” before you know it.

Okay, you came here with two goals.

——

Jungkook carries the two bowls in his big hands to the dining room beside the kitchen, and you follow behind with the bottle of wine and two glasses as you set the table together. The utensils are already there, but Jungkook runs back into the kitchen anyway to return with some fancy cloth napkins for the two of you.

Just as you're tugging a chair out to sit, Jungkook beats you to it. “Ah, let me,” he smiles, and your heart thunders nervously in your chest as you return the expression, brushing your hands beneath you before sitting down and letting him push you in. Jungkook takes his own seat in front of you, and before you can dig in he calls out to seemingly nobody, “Alexa, dim the dining room lights.”

The overhead lights dim, and with their overbearing glow gone, you can finally appreciate the battery powered candles snuggled neatly into a little bowl on the table between you two. You ooh appreciatively, and Jungkook looks proud of himself.

Then, he says, “Alexa, play…Date Night Playlist.”

You blink, and a soft piano tune begins filtering through a speaker he’s hidden somewhere in the room. Even with the fake candles being your main source of light, the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks is evident as he gestures towards you to eat.

You won’t lie. Jeon Jungkook was extremely endearing.

This much becomes evident the further you get into the meal. As small talk devolves into full fledged conversations and story telling, his shy demeanor slipping away but still sticking to the edges of his personality, you begin to have a more difficult time connecting this Jungkook to the one who had less than 24 hours ago asked you to come over and “Netflix and chill” with him.

But the more you speak, the more distant that image begins to feel. For one, Jungkook does put on a fairly reserved aura for you, telling you about his job but refusing to brag about it even when you egg him on. He has no qualms gassing up his friends, Namjoon in particular, who Jungkook claims is his role model for some unknown reason, given the fact they are neither in the same major nor in any of the same clubs. They’re friends, point blank period, but Namjoon is very obviously a star in Jungkook’s eyes.

Additionally, he’s quite embarrassed to admit why Namjoon had been so set on getting Jungkook to date, but eventually tells you it’s because Jungkook’s last girlfriend had been during your freshman year—two whole years ago! It makes you wonder what he’d been doing since then, if he’d used the time to fully invest in his work or if he’d been mingling around, unbeknownst to his friends, which would explain the flirtatious offer that landed you here.

Still, a part of you refuses to believe last night’s Jungkook and tonight’s Jungkook were one in the same, and if they were, what had made this shy man so unabashedly invite you over for some sex. Was this act all a ploy? Or maybe, was he purposefully trying to ward you away by coming off as a gentleman now that he’d seen your face and wasn’t interested in you anymore?

Apparently it’s neither of the two, and you don’t realize this until you finish your meal and make your way into his living room to finally get down to the long awaited Netflix and chilling. It’s only when you sit down on the couch, smack dab in the middle, because at this point, you’re not gonna throw your wine at Jeon Jungkook like you planned, he was too nice. And if this niceness was an act to get in your panties, you didn’t care at this point. He was hot, achingly so, and at least you’d get a good fuck out of it.

But as you said, apparently not. Because Jeon Jungkook sees you purposefully take up the entire middle of the couch, sultry eyes staring him down, and decides to sit flush against the armrest, somehow leaving a good foot between the two of you, despite the fact you’re sitting next to each other.

Your brain can’t work fast enough to comprehend the situation, before he’s asking you what you want to watch. “Um,” you say, pointedly staring at him and not the screen. “Tr-Transformers?”

The way Jungkook’s eyes light up is insane, already round eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he eagerly rushes to select it from whatever streaming service he has, probably not even Netflix, all the while chattering on about how much he loves that series, and is so glad you do too.

The whole time, you’re struck by the oddness of his casual tone, the way he’s overly invested in the 20th Century Fox opening, and how he’s very carefully avoiding intruding in on your personal space.

The last point in particular has you wanting to pull your hair out, because you want Jeon Jungkook intruding in on your personal space. You want him pressed so tightly against you you can’t breathe, you can’t move, until you’re drowning in him as he finally lives up to his promise of some Netflix and chill, because you want him, and you want him so. very. bad.

“Oh, I forgot the popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims, and you jump at the sudden volume of his voice, because he’d been pretty silent as he avidly watched the first few minutes of the movie. “Sorry,” he chuckles, and his leg brushes against yours as he shuffles between you and the coffee table on his way out. You vaguely hear the popping of the popcorn in the kitchen, but you’re too distracted by your suddenly overwhelming thoughts.

Okay, one thing was for sure, and that was that Jeon Jungkook definitely had no fucking idea what the phrase Netflix and chill meant, because the way he’d zeroed in on the movie and the popcorn, and not you, was unheard of on such invitations. You deduce he probably heard it somewhere, and, now understanding the true nature of Jungkook’s sweet and shy personality, made no such perverted connection to the phrase.

Which meant he most definitely did not demean you to a mere booty call, like you’d deluded yourself into believing, someone he could hump and dump with no regrets, before calling Namjoon up to thank him. Which meant he’d had no ulterior motives in meeting you tonight, just planning to get to know you at the suggestion of his friend, and had—unbeknownst to him—successfully wooed you thus far.

Which was great! If you turned a blind eye to the evil, conniving plans you’d made without even meeting the guy, and the subsequent flood of self-inflicted disapproval when you realized Jeon Jungkook was a sweetheart who definitely did not deserve having a glass of wine thrown at his face after making you a home cooked meal and giving you the full Olive Garden experience, with his dimmed lights and candlelit dinner and piano music on the background.

Yeah. Perfectly fine.

The only problem now was that you had become so dangerously smitten with the man that you wanted to sleep with him. You wanted that Netflix and chill, needed it like it was the last slot in a daycare class and you were a soccer mom of five wanting to get at least one kid out of the house for the summer for the sake of her own sanity. You were desperate.

No, you scold yourself. This was fine, this was good, this was perfectly okay. If anything, this just further made you enamored with Jungkook, because it proved how gentlemanly he was by not trying to sleep with you on the first date.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to, the devil on your shoulder crooned.

The microwave in the kitchen stops, and you hear the sound of cabinets opening as Jungkook pours the popcorn into a bowl. On screen, the main character is meeting a bunch of giant cars-turned-robots, you don’t fucking know.

But the devil was right.

Jungkook hadn’t offered to sleep with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Furthermore, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be seduced into wanting to, your evil brain suggested, and the hope that had slithered it’s way into your chest from the very moment Jungkook had opened the door, took that fact and ran with it.

“What’d I miss?” Jungkook says when he returns, popcorn bowl in hand.

“Oh, um, he was with the car,” you offer, trying to stop the nefarious smirk from slipping onto your features. Jungkook laughs, cute and airy as he shuffles past you.

He’s too absorbed in the screen, not looking as he sits down, closer than last time until his thigh brushes yours and he jerks back in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” he flounders, goes to move away but you act fast.

You grab onto his upper arm with both of yours like an octopus, keeping him flush to you as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. “No, it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, loosening your hold as he tentatively relaxes beside you. You glance down at the popcorn bowl in his hand, swiping a piece to pop between your lips. “It’s easier for us this way,” you say, and you’re pulling that straight out of your ass, because you hate popcorn and have literally zero desire for it and wouldn’t have reached for it anyway if you weren’t trying to convince him this was all for popcorn sharing purposes.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicker down to where you’re munching on that popcorn, your lips, before he’s quickly averting his gaze. “Ah, y-yeah,” he agrees, and though he tries to relax back into the couch, you can still feel the tension of his muscles as he settles beside you.

With his eyes no longer trained on you, you snuggle closer into his side resting your cheek against the soft material covering his shoulder, finally letting that devious smirk slip onto your face. You keep yourself close to Jungkook, loving the way his warmth permeates the thick sweater he’s wearing, even if he’s still overly into the movie. You know he’s seen it before, because he keeps telling you random tidbits like, “they use this in the next movie!” Or “he ends up becoming really important in the sixth movie,” and you want to listen to this endearing nerd’s commentary, you really do, but once your brain is stuck on horny, it is stuck on horny.

He doesn’t even eat a lot of popcorn, setting it down not ten minutes later onto the coffee table. You release him as he moves forward, but quickly latch onto him again when he sits back down.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook is way more relaxed then, shrugging you off to rest his hand on the couch behind you, and you inwardly squeal at the prospect of getting to cuddle up to his body, and not just his arm. You cuddle in close to him, leaving your slippers on the ground as you tuck your legs up onto the couch cushions.

Jungkook is so warm and firm, and you know it’s your horny brain speaking, but you swear you feel a tight set of abs underneath the palm you rest on his stomach, and you give an experimental brush over the area. His heart picks up, you hear it by where your head is leaning against his chest, and you tilt your head up to give him a curious glance. His cheeks are red, and he doesn’t look at you even though you know he sees you, so you decide to kick things up a notch.

You sigh loudly, peeling yourself away from him to properly level him with a pout. “Jungkook, aren’t you hot in this?” You ask, pinching the wooly material between two fingers and pulling it from his skin. Jungkook finally looks away from the screen, nibbling his lower lip as he takes in your quizzical expression.

“Um, only a little… but it’s fine!” He rushes to say, and you recall from your conversations over dinner that Jungkook doesn’t much like people fussing over him, so you quickly change gears.

You press a hand against your cheek, the same one that had been resting against his shoulder earlier. “Oh, well… it’s really itchy,” you announce, and his eyes widen, one hand absentmindedly reaching to clutch the material at his chest. “It’s making me really itchy,” you emphasize, and part of you feels bad for taking advantage of his caring nature, but this is all for the greater good, you convince yourself. “Do you mind taking it off?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he agrees, reaching for the hem of his sweater before carefully peeling it off. When he pulls it over his head, you can’t help the triumphant grin that overtakes your face, though you quickly mask it when he finally frees himself from the material. “Better?” He says once he’s clad in only a plain black shirt.

“Mm, much,” you sigh, and nearly soak your panties then and there when a tattooed sleeve comes into view. “Woah!” You exclaim, snatching his wrists up to examine his skin. “What’s this?” You marvel, tracing every inch of delicious skin with your predatory gaze. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and you glance up to watch as he rubs the back of his neck in that same embarrassed way he’d done multiple times throughout your night together.

“My tattoos,” he says, and then seems to realize the simplicity of his statement and rushes to add to it, “I hope you don’t mind?”

You hum, shifting onto your knees to face him as you continue tracing over a huge tiger lily by his forearm. “Why would I? It’s your body,” you say, and watch the nervous glance melt off his face as he regards you with something new. Something akin to wonder as he lets you trace over more of his ink, nodding along to your words.

“Yeah… yeah!” He agrees, and you grin at his sudden zeal. He chuckles, physically relaxing beneath your touch, and it’s probably the most relaxed he’s been all night as you continue rubbing your hands over every tattoo on his skin, and then purposefully focusing on the ones near his bicep. “Sorry, ‘m just used to people pushing off their own opinions about them onto me,” he explains, and for a moment, the horniness that had been fueling you all night fades away, and you let your hands trail down, past his wrist, until you’re sandwiching his hand between yours.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks,” you tell him, eyes hard as you imagine anyone imposing their stupid thoughts on Jungkook, who was too good for this world. “If you think they’re cool, then they're the coolest thing in the world.”

He smiles at you, and you’ve seen this smile about a million times tonight—when you first came in, when you talked about yourself at dinner, when you mentioned this stupid movie—but it has something swelling in your chest. Something too intimate for a first date, so you quickly move to repress it.

Glancing down at his hand in yours, littered with smaller tattoos across his knuckles, your brain whirls into action. Bringing it up between the two of you, you turn his hand over to line your palms up. “Wow, your hands are so big,” you sigh, slowly reverting back to dirty thoughts as you twist yours and Jungkook’s hands this way and that. He snorts, bends the tips of his fingers over yours just to hear you ooooh again.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big,” he agrees, completely ignoring the film playing on the screen, which is a huge win in your eyes considering how deeply he’d been watching it earlier.

Finally, you see an opening and pounce.

“Well, that means something else is pretty big too,” you murmur, chancing a glance up at his face. His face is the perfect definition of composed, and you can tell when exactly he processes your words because those little pink lips part in surprise, red slowly filling the apples of his cheeks. You let go of his palm, letting it slide between your fingers until it falls limp beside him.

Jungkook watches you with wide eyes, as you raise yourself up onto your knees. “Jungkook?” You mumble, giving him no warning before you’re throwing a leg across his lap, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his thighs.

“Y-Yes?” He stutters, brown hair falling away from his face as he stares up at you. You flash him a sweet smile, and you can tell it relaxes him because his fists unclench beside him.

“You’re a really nice boy,” you sigh, and when you’ve scooted your knees a little closer to his ridiculously thin waist, you finally let yourself sit. You find yourself right before his crotch, which he desperately tries to hide as he shifts around, but can’t with you on top of him. You let your hands flutter to rest at his shoulders, and he gulps. “You’re so sweet and cute,” you add, relish in the flush that climbs up to his ears. “But I’m a little sad you invited me over to Netflix and chill, but won’t do just that,” you pout, a finger tangling itself in a soft strand at the back of his head.

“Huh?” He stutters, eyes nearly bulging out when you wiggle around again. “I-I’m sorry?” He huffs, and when you move too close to his crotch, where his jeans are slowly growing more and more strained, he panics and reaches a hand out to steady your waist.

You feign confusion, flashing him another pout as you duck closer until your noses bump against each other. “You know what it means, don’t you, Jungkook?” You inquire, eyes falling dangerously lidded as you swallow up every inch of his appearances.

He stutters, hands moving up and down as if he doesn’t know where to put them anymore. But you know exactly where Jungkook can put those hands, and you waste no time catching his wrists in your hands to guide him towards your hips. “No?” He breathes, fingers flexing against you, and you smile sweetly at him.

“It means,” you purr, shifting forward until you’re flush against where you need him most. You can barely contain the whimper that climbs out of your throat when you finally feel the rough material of his jeans against your panties. “It means you wanna fuck, Jungkook,” you exhale, tossing your head back as your body basks in the slight reprieve, the way Jungkook squirms beneath you aiding greatly in providing that sensation you craved.

“It’s nothing more than an excuse,” you huff, placing a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. At your touch, Jungkook jolts, thighs jumping beneath you and you stifle another groan when the zipper of his jeans prods against your core. “For you to fuck my brains out while some s-stupid movie plays in the background.”

You’re not sure when, but sometime during that last explanation your hands had fully delved into the thick tresses of Jungkook’s hair. You give an experimental tug, and poor Jungkook, so lost in all that you’re telling him, lolls his head back for you easily until the long expanse of his neck is available, soft creamy skin yours for the taking.

You pounce, kissing the skin gently at first, before sprinkling in a handful of nibbles. He’s sensitive, devastatingly so, as he gasps at a particular suck. You suction your lips on the spot below his ear, carefully biting down on the skin as he unravels beneath you. “Will you do it, Jungkookie?” You murmur against the shell of his ear,

He nods eagerly, and his fingers hurt where he’s pressed them deep into your waist, like he’s trying to brand you as his with his mere strength alone. “Y-Yes,” he exhales, hips jerking when you swipe your tongue over the pretty mark you’d left on his perfect skin.

You smother your smirk against his neck, grinding down on him once again. “Yes what?” You tease, and let his strong hands roll you against him afterwards.

“Yes, I-I’ll…” he stumbles, eyes dazed as he watches you through hooded lids. You raise a brow at him, shifting in his lap. It’s enough to kickstart him back up, and he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you just like you want,” he rambles. He surprises you when he begins rutting up against you, so animalistic and uncontrolled, nothing like the sweet Jungkook that had indulged you over dinner. “I’ll make you come, p-promise,” he rasps.

You smirk down at him, hoping he doesn’t see the metaphorical horns sticking out of your head the further he falls into your trap. Before he can say anything else, you surge forward, slotting your mouths together for the first time that night.

It’s no surprise that Jungkook kisses just like he speaks, carefully like he’s afraid one hard press of his lips will ward you off. His lips are smooth, a fact you’d hyper-fixated on all night as he spoke, but before you can ponder on that any further, something hot and wet is prodding at your lower lip.

The gasp you barely manage to contain ends up escaping anyway when Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to the side as his tongue slithers into your mouth. You become obsessed with the way he touches you, every bit the gentlemen he’d been all night, fingers just barely pressing into your cheek like he doesn’t want to mess up your makeup. His other hand, snuggly wrapped around your waist, pulls you tighter against him until your chests are pressed together.

And that tongue. That tongue of his that leaves no room for argument, quickly shutting down any attempts of yours to overtake him. He’s graceful about it too, one nudge enough to convince you he’s got this, he’ll take care of you. You whimper, a sound Jungkook swallows before he’s biting down on your lower lip.

When he pulls away, his lips are red and glossy, and you wonder if yours are too. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, gazing at you like he can’t believe you’re there in front of him.

Before you can say anything else, he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck to brush kisses over your skin. “Let me eat you out,” he begs, but his voice is so silky and smooth that it doesn’t sound so much as a plea as much as it does a suggestion. He licks a stripe up your neck, and you jump in his hold.

It’s at this moment where the sudden realization hits you, the feeling of having the reins yanked out of your hands. You so vividly controlled every aspect of Jungkook just a few moments ago, when you’d had your own mouth on his neck, and carefully coaxed him into some sex.

But it seems Jeon Jungkook isn’t as soft or as pliable as you had dubbed him to be, and if the way he’s begun subtly rolling your hips into his crotch is any sign, he certainly wasn’t the submissive type either. Which leaves you wondering, exactly what type of person was Jungkook in bed?

Well, you had all night to figure that out.

“Hey,” he whines suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts. You glance down at him, registering the bored set of his eyes and the unimpressed quirk of his lips. “Pay attention to me.”

You blink, lips twitching. You can barely muffle the giggle that tears itself from your throat, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as your body shakes at his suddenly childish words. Jungkook chuckles too, as if suddenly realizing how out of place his own statement was. “Sorry,” he smiles, cheeks pleasantly rosy and you can’t even stop yourself from kissing him silly.

Jungkook, bless his heart, let’s you rain down a good three kisses on him before he’s pushing you down on the couch beside him. There’s still a slight gleam in his eyes, but the rest of his face schools itself into a hungry expression as he drinks in your body laid out before him. “Let me eat you out?” He asks again, voice but a soft whisper.

You nod, heart beating loudly in your chest as he shuffles down until he can press a kiss to the tops of your thighs. He hasn’t even done anything that intense yet, but you already feel the muscles in your leg ready to spasm just from his proximity.

He’s mouthing at your skin, nudging your legs apart, and you, usually so confident in your sexuality, can’t find the courage to look at him as he so lovingly carries out his ministrations.

As if sensing your sudden bout of shyness (you! shy! Doyeon was gonna tease you about this for the rest of your life once you recapped this for her), he places a soft kiss just below where the hem of your dress begins, before pulling back and uttering, “this okay?”

You hum in response, face warm from just imagining how good he must look down there, peppering your skin with kisses. Your heart nearly rips itself out of your chest when a strong set of fingers wraps around your wrist suddenly, sliding over and around your hand until he’s tangled them with yours.

At this, you nearly break your neck trying to look at him, only to be met with an amused smile. Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze, and you barely get to appreciate the schoolgirl flood of emotions in your chest, when suddenly his free hand comes out of left field, cupping the back of your knee to push your legs further apart, before gliding across the expanse of your thigh to push your dress up.

If Jungkook holding your hand was enough to make your heart skip a beat, Jungkook pressing a chaste kiss to your panty-clad mound was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. Your leg twitches at the sudden touch, a gasp catching in your throat at the delicate path he kisses over your panties, until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit. “Oh,” you moan, and against your better judgment, your free hand is tangling itself in his silky strands.

Jungkook smirks, what sounds like a tiny chuckle muffled as he continues mouthing along your sex, until your panties are soaked both from your arousal and his saliva. Your little thong stares him in the face, and he groans at the sight, glancing up at you with those wide eyes of his like you’re his entire world. “Can I?”

Jungkook gives your clit one final kiss, before he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you upon the lost contact. Jungkook eats it up, pressing a kiss turned smile against your knee as he tugs your underwear down. It coils up as it goes, until he’s pulling a tightly twisted maroon thong off your ankles, and tossing it off somewhere behind him.

If his mouth felt good through your panties, it feels even better without. You mewl when he brushes his lips over your clit, plush lips working your sensitive bundle of nerves, sly tongue occasionally creeping out to toy with you further. “Jungkook,” you cry out, back arching. He licks and slurps likes he’s a starved man, and you're the first meal he’s ever had. You want to sob from how good it feels, his tongue flicking over your bud like he just can’t get enough.

He pulls away to catch your gaze, doesn’t let it go as he runs a lone finger over your slit, coating the digit in your own arousal, before carefully plunging it into your warm, wet heat. “Is this good?” He rasps out, watching your facial expressions carefully as he wiggles his finger deeper into your core, his other hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still. You moan, feeling like a boneless heap of organs beneath this insanely handsome man who can’t keep his hands off your quivering pussy.

His fingers don’t let up, slowly pulling out before plunging back in. The room fills with disgustingly wet sounds, but that fact drifts to the back of your head the faster his fingers go. Your eyes roll into your head, your body twitching with each press of his fingers.

“Is it good, pretty?” He repeats, and since you’re not looking at him anymore, the sudden lick against your clit has your back arching and your thighs quivering with surprise. “Tell me it’s good, ___,” Jungkook croons, and you nod in a hurry.

“It’s good!” You cry, moaning loudly when he slips another finger into you, scissoring the two inside of you. “It’s so good, Jungkook—y-you’re so good,” you moan, and nearly cry actual tears when he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing down against the most sensitive spot within you.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, continues licking and slurping against your sensitive bud, even when your orgasm hits and you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let you go until he feels the warmth coat his fingers, feels the wetness begging to seep out of your plugged pussy. He lets you go then, only to move closer to your hole and replace his fingers with his mouth. There, he carefully catches and collects the cum that trickles out, mouth warm against your trembling body.

Your body quivers with each long drag of his tongue over your sensitive cunt, and you’re about to ask him to stop, when he finally pulls away and pushes himself over you, arms caging you in as he stares down at your withered form. “Kiss,” you manage to gasp out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question. “Kiss me,” you repeat, and then, thoughtfully, “please.”

Jungkook complies, leans down to connect your mouths in a sweet kiss. You’re blinded by the delicacy of it all, that you in no way see coming the sudden substance that slides down your throat from his own. You choke at the sudden intrusion, belatedly realizing it’s your cum he’s pushing down your throat, the cum he didn’t swallow.

“That’s it, pretty,” Jungkook croons, licking up the residual come that hadn’t made it into your mouth. “See how you taste for me. Isn’t it sweet?” He murmurs, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he regretted not saving any for himself. It’s the first time you’ve had your own pleasure in your mouth, so you’re not exactly sure how to feel. What you do feel is the overwhelming surge of arousal at seeing Jungkook rave about it and lap it up inside your own mouth.

He kisses you for a few moments, mouth moving languidly along yours. One hand reaches down to rub soothingly at your inner thigh, like he’s coaxing the feeling back into your body after lulling you into one of the most heavenly orgasms of your entire life. You whimper when he bites down on your lower lip, like you’re still too sensitive to reciprocate, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He lets you go, licks over where he’d bitten like an apology.

After a few minutes of just this, of feeling like the most cherished girl in the entire world, Jungkook finally pulls away and levels you with a dashing smile. “All good?” He asks, hands still trailing up your waist until they’re framing the swell of your breasts, where he gently circles your nipple.

You nod, dazedly staring up at him and it’s at this exact moment that you realize there’s something stiff poking at your hip. You glance down, and Jungkook glances down with you, until you’re both staring at the hard on he’s hiding beneath his jeans. Jungkook chuckles, low and dark by your ear as he experimentally presses it against you.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand is untangling itself from around his shoulders and slithering down his front. You cup his erection, his shaky exhale giving you the courage to toy with his belt buckle until it’s undone and you're battling with the button on his jeans instead. You put up a good fight, but in the end the angle is too tight for you to properly undo it, and Jungkook brushes your hands away with a soft kiss to your lips.

He pushes himself off you, and you’re immediately craving the warm press of his body against yours the second he’s gone. “Get that dress off for me, pretty girl,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, rendering you completely speechless as you gawk at his body. Jungkook glances down at you as he goes to undo his pants, a shapely brow raising in your direction and a soft quirk of his lips gesturing for you to do as you’re told.

You spur into action, wiggling the dress up and over your breasts until you’re pulling it over your head and letting it drop beside you on the floor. You’re just in time to see Jungkook push his jeans down his hips, a classic black Calvin Klein underwear band glaring back at you.

The chance to marvel at Jungkook’s thin waist framed by that tight underwear is gone as quickly as it came, and you’re greeted with an even more mouthwatering sight when he pushes the elastic band down, and that big cock you had alluded to springs out of its confines. You groan, subconsciously rolling your hips into the air as you take in the sight of his cock, mushroom tip swollen and flushed. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it, one you only see when Jungkook grasps his dick in his hand and tugs upward like this isn’t his true form, and he can get bigger.

“Ready?” He asks, biting down on his lip as he continues to stroke himself. You nod, wiggling closer to him until the backs of your thighs rest on top of his, knees knocking against his waist. He grants you one more of those kind smiles, before he’s leaning down to press a hand beside your head, the other lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

Running his cock over your folds one last time, collecting as much of your cum as he can, he brushes a kiss against your cheekbone before he’s pushing in. You moan, throwing your hands around his neck as he pierces through the initial ring of muscle surrounding your warm heat. “Holy shit,” you choke, mouth dropped open as you pant like a dog against his shoulder. “J-Jungkook,” you cry, legs tightening around his waist the closer his body presses against yours.

Once he’s at the hilt, pelvis flush against you, you can’t help the series of whines and mewls that escape your lips from being so comfortably filled to the brim.

To your surprise, Jungkook is the first to speak. “Fuck,” he groans, breath hot against your ear. He sounds fucked out, once silky voice raspy with need as he grinds his hips against you tentatively. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He huffs, both hands coming down to wrap around your waist, your back arching under the wonderful hands that find themselves squeezing every inch of your back in an effort to pull you closer.

His mouth brushes against yours from this new position, and Jungkook puckers his lips, tongue coming out to lick at your bottom lip. You nearly cry when he finally pulls his hips away, relieves his cock from your tight heat before surging back in. “Wanted this from the moment you walked in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jungkook grunts, repeats the same motion until he’s picked up a steady pace of pushing and pulling, each roll of his hips sending a shock of ecstasy crawling up your spine.

You nod, eyes screwed shut as pleasure warms every inch of your body. It’s even worse to not see, because every sound and every touch is magnified tenfold, until you’re drowning in sensations. Jungkook’s choked groans, the slide of his hips, they all become too much too quickly and you’re choking back a sob.

“Fuck,” he groans, glancing down at your withered form like an animal as he picks up his pace. His hold on you tightens, never letting your body move away from him and he begins jack hammering in his thrusts, swallowing your cries with his lips. “Had me thinking you were a nice girl,” he huffs, and you wonder if he knows how tightly he’s holding you, how this grip will most likely leave you with fingerprint bruises tomorrow morning. But then again, you don’t care. All you care about is Jungkook’s voice and his body, guiding you toward completion. “But all you wanted was a quick fuck.”

You steel yourself to look at him again, and when your eyes finally open and focus, you’re wishing you hadn’t because Jungkook looks so hot over you. His pretty eyes, the ones that had led you into a false sense of comfort throughout the night and tricked you into believing he would be easy to bend to your every whim, are hard now. “Isn’t that right, doll?” He spits, and you whine when he punctuates this question with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. His balls slap against your ass, and you squirm beneath him as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm build in your core.

“I-I thought—“ you stammer, tone pitched from the way he jostles you with every thrust he gives. “Y-You wanted that,” you weekly defend, canting your hips down in a feeble attempt to progress this along.

He snorts, captures your lips in a rushed kiss where he wastes no time snaking his tongue inside your mouth. His saliva trickles into your mouth, and you whine as he purposefully lets it happen, pulls away just the slightest to pucker his lips and let a thick trail of spit fall straight into your open mouth. Satisfied with his little stunt, he rams his cock against you once more.

“If you wanted a quick fuck,” he says, nearly loses himself in your pussy, “you came to the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

You’re too caught up in the nice drag of his cock against your pussy, the tip of his cock stopping him from ever pulling out completely, that it takes you a second to process his words. “H-Huh?” You choke, teary eyes flickering across his face wildly as if the answer will be right in plain sight.

But all you’re met with is the soft pull of his lips as he flashes you a smirk, pearly white teeth tugging at the pink flesh, as he levels you with a glare of his own. Before you can question him further, he’s letting go of your waist to hike your knees into the crook of his elbows, his pouty lips growing further away as he leans back.

This shift has his cock nudging up, rubbing against the hood of your clit where a bundle of nerves he’d only briefly brushed before sits. You shriek in pleasure, writhing beneath him as the sudden sensation hits you full force. “Jungkook!” You sob, his hips slowing to a grind as he watches your face crumble beneath him.

“You like that?” He murmurs, rutting his hips against you shallowly. The change of pace, the rabid piston of his hips slowing to this, has your body melting into his touch. You barely manage a nod, eyes fluttering open and shut as his hips move sensually against you.

His cock brushes against that sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, and you’re a mewling, puddle of emotion by the third thrust. “Pretty girl,” he hums, letting go of one leg to place a hand above your mound, thumb circling your clit until you’re trembling beneath him. “Did you think I would fuck you and kick you out?” He husks, watching your body like he’s a lion and you’re his prey.

Your brain is far from comprehending anything at this point, reduced to a mere mass of nothingness as he continues moving against you, fingers rubbing your clit in all the right ways.

“Well, you were wrong about that, doll,” he huffs, and you’re blessed with the sight of his head lolling back as he loses himself in the tight grip of your pussy, skin glistening with sweat, trailing from behind his ear and over his neck, until you’re watching a pearl roll over his collarbones. “I don’t do that,” he informs you, and he pinches your clit between two fingers, hard enough that you almost miss his next words as you moan. “No, baby, I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he spits, and you whimper at his words. Finally, he lets go of your knees, right as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you moan out in protest as he ducks down to cage you between his arms again.

“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse as his hips slowly return to their pace from before. He’s still not pulling out as much, keeping his thrusts shallow as he kisses a trail up your neck and over your jaw.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever want to leave, pretty,” he says, kisses the corner of your mouth as his hips pick up pace. You wanna cry, feeling so warm and cherished in his arms, his voice telling you how good you’re doing as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until you’re begging him for more. “Do you want that?”

“Yes! Yes!” You sob, rolling your hips against his like a madman as you chase your high.

Jungkook hums, smile smushed against your lips as he watches you desperately writhing beneath him. “Yeah? You want that?” You nod, mewls swallowed by his kisses. “Then cum for me, pretty girl.”

You whimper, just as he bucks into you once more, and suddenly you’re falling apart. It starts in your lower back, the ecstasy climbing it’s way through your body until you’re quivering and sobbing in his embrace, muffling your sounds against his shoulder. The muscles in your entire body tighten painfully, until suddenly a wave of contentment washes over you, and you’re too weak to even hold onto him anymore, arms flopping back onto the couch cushions beneath you.

The whole time, Jungkook mutters encouragement against your jaw, keeps his thrusts short but quick, guiding you through your orgasm. When you’re done, he presses an open mouthed kiss beneath your ear, pulling away to look at your boneless frame beneath him.

A few pistons of his hips later, and Jungkook is coming inside of you, cum coating your walls as he hammers his way through his orgasm. He pulls out when he’s done, and you instantly feel your mixed arousal drip out between your thighs.

Woozy from the wine and the two orgasms, you fall asleep soon after.

——

“Good morning,” you murmur, standing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, an area you’d only been able to find after stumbling around the upstairs of the house in confusion.

Jungkook whirls around, wide eyes taking in your appearance. You clutch at the hem of the big t-shirt you’d pulled on, the only article of clothing you saw that was thrown over a chair in a bedroom you didn’t dare snoop around. “Morning,” he exhales, calculating gaze never leaving you as you tiptoe over to him by the counter.

He doesn’t say more, spluttering into action when you peek over his shoulder to see what he’s up to. “What’re you making?” You inquire, and his hands begin fidgeting with the knife.

“Oh, um,” he stutters, and perhaps he’s overly aware of your presence so close beside him, because he suddenly doesn’t remember how he’s supposed to cut an avocado. Cute, you think. “Just, um, toast with avocado spread…”

You hum. After a moment, it seems Jungkook is able to quell his nerves, and he carefully slices the avocado open, spreading its innards across the toast. He hands you the first piece, which you take after masking your own surprise, and soon after he’s turning away from the counter as the two of you eat in silence.

After a few thoughtful munches of bread, you speak. “Thanks for carrying me to bed,” you say, refusing to look at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, almost a little too fast and you barely bite down a grin as he rambles on. “Wasn’t gonna leave you on the couch, especially not when you were so tired after… ah, yeah.”

It’s the reserved way he carries himself that gives you the balls to look at him. His ears are flushed adorably red, like when you were at dinner last night talking about his job, and all you wanna do is pinch his cheeks. “Yeah,” you agree, and then add with an air of faux shyness, “you were really cool last night.”

It’s the little devil in you begging to jump out, curious to see how far you can push Jungkook before he shifts into that suave version of himself from last night, and you would feel bad had the corner of his lips not tilted up in amusement.

He chokes out a laugh, mutters a “yeah?” and you don’t stop yourself when you jump into his arms and kiss that avocado spread right off his lips.

——

On Tuesday afternoon, Kim Namjoon is in the midst of delivering another sermon-like speech on the importance of utilizing your student ID when visiting any of the Starbucks within a two mile radius of your school, when you spot a chestnut head of hair from the corner of your eye.

“Sorry, Joon! My ride's here!” You yelp, shoving your notebook into your bag as you stumble over yourself in your haste to leave.

Namjoon blinks. “Huh? I thought you lived on campus?”

You nod, that giddy feeling starting up in your chest as he comes closer to where you and Namjoon have taken up residence on a table in the commons for your weekly meeting, and by the time he reaches the table Namjoon is still in the midst of questioning you.

“Jungkook,” You say, all dreamily and dazed, and you know this because Doyeon caught you with this same exact look on your face after he dropped you off at the dorms Sunday afternoon.

Namjoon startles. “What the f—“

“Hi,” Jungkook beams, leans down to brush a kiss against your cheek, which only serves to make you even more ditzy and dumb in the face of this handsome man. “Oh, hey, hyung.”

“What’re you doi—“

“All set?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring whatever his beloved senior was saying in favor of taking your bag off your shoulders. You nod, have to swallow a giggle down when he takes your hand in his. “Bye, hyung.”

“Bye, Joon!” You barely remember to throw over your shoulder, too busy wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm to hear Namjoon blabber in shock.

“Kids these days,” he huffs.

[ part 2 ; hulu & woohoo ]

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Shit, I forgot to post this here. I thought I already put it up. I'm so sorry. Hopefully I'm not too late. I'm a flipping idiot... 😫

So, Happy late Christmas and a happy late New Year @snops

I couldn't decide on one of the prompts, they all sounded so good. So I decided to try and see if I could fit them all into a fic. This is going to be multiple chapters. I'm still editing the second chapter... this is the point I noticed I forgot to post °-°' There are no ghosts

Milo and Steven, two friends and paranormal bloggers, travel to Amity Park to try and get a ghost on film and get some interviews for their blog. The locals are not amused.

The day had barely started, the sun still halfway hidden behind the horizon. The small city of Amity Park awoke slowly from a quiet night. A rare occurrence. Most nights here were filled with at least one minor ghost kicking up a fuss or picking fights, either with other ghosts or with the local ghost fighters, whoever it was that responded the fastest. Usually that was Phantom, who the city had embraced as their ghostly protector.

Now that the Red Huntress had accepted a truce with him and the Fentons seamed to tolerate the presence of the white haired specter, he was seen more and more outside of fights or patrols, often doing the most regular stuff a teen is age would be doing. Like hanging out at the park and playing fetch with a small green dog. Some even managed to exchange a few words with him. One of the most known persons to regularly talk to him, was a red haired teen. He managed to get the dead peer to agree to giving him an interview. He was currently curating the best and most accurate website on the ghosts that regularly haunt the city.

This was one of the reasons a yellow car drove into the town that morning. Inside, Steven and Milo, two armature paranormal bloggers. Steven was driving, while his friend was keeping himself busy with his social media. “Maaaaaan…. This Wes dude still hasn’t answered my stupid dm on Tweety”, Milo stretched himself and stared out of the window after he was done complaining. “What? Why didn’t ya say something? We’re already here?”

“Well you could have just looked out of the window yourself, ya know”, Steven laughed as Milo pushed him in the arm. “Ya want to go straight to the hotel, or should we see if we can get some footage first?” “Footage sounds good, man.” Milo began to search thought a small bag, that was sitting between his legs. Pulling out a small plastic package alongside a small video camera, offering it to Steven. “Chocolate?”

“Na, not now. Gotta stay focused on the road. I’ve never seen so many road works in one area in my life. And so many broken houses…. Looks like a bomb went off here…” “Yeah, … makes it look like a war zone or one of these abandoned towns in zombie movies… Love the look!”

Driving past an intersection, both friends were surprised how clean the town suddenly looked. No holes in the road, no cracks in the houses and surprisingly no litter anywhere to be found.

“Huh, would you look at that… no damage anywhere… What do you think happened back there?”, Steven stole a quick glance at his friend beside him.

“Hold on, let me look online”, Milo was quiet for a while, “well news says it was a gas explosion… rather short article tho… Just one paragraph. Feel bad for those people back there. Man, I hope that never happens to our street.”

They drove on in silence for a while, until Steven pointed out a fast food restaurant, “Nasty Burger? Who calls their restaurant something like THAT?”

Milo was already searching the place on ‘Beagle-Search’ on his phone, “Dunno, but the reviews are good. Look, this one says ‘best triple meat burgers of my life’. Lol, someone wrote ‘I literally died for these milk shakes’. Both five stars. Wanna go inside, check it out?” “Na, let's find some locals first.” Without waiting for his friend, Steven slipped out of the car. Grumbling to himself, Milo followed.

After locking the car and starting up the camera, the two walked down the street, searching for a victim to interview.

“Yo, what’s up, amigos. We’re here in Amity Park. The most haunted City in America!”, Milo winked into the camera. Steven appeared beside him and tried, and failed, to look mysterious, “Some say it’s just a tourist trap, but we will prove them wrong! We’re going to see what the locals say about the ghosts first.”

“Yeah, and then we’ll go ghost hunting tonight. Maybe we can find the cemetery. UhuhUHhuh”, Milo wiggled his fingers, “spooky graaaveees!”

Both laughed at this. “So… we also plan to find this elusive Wes guy. The ghost blogger dude. Man, we’re gonna find him and be the first to interview him. But dude’s like a ghost himself, sooo we’re having a double hunt this week”, Steven hit his fist into his open palm.

Milo turned the camera to the sidewalk that they’re both walking on, filming his surroundings and making small comments about the different houses and cars.

The sun had risen further up into the sky and warmed up the still cool morning air. A school bus drove by, and the first shops started to open their doors, and more and more people stepped out of their houses to go to work. An older gentleman closed his door, his golden retriever sitting patiently beside him. Seeing their chance, the two bloggers moved to greet the man. “Hey! Mornin sir. How’s the day. We’re new here and wanna know about the ghosts, man”, Milo pointed the camera right at the poor elderly man's face. This made him take a step back and his dog got up, looking between his owner and the two younger men. “Wha… What? Sorry, sorry, can’t talk right now. Need to go and you two need to be more polite. And stop filming me, will ya!”, his brief confusion at the suddenness of the request turned to annoyance quickly. He tried to walk away from the two bloggers, his dog following him closely.

“Sorry about that, sir, but…”, before Steven could finish the sentence, the man's golden retriever had turned around and barked at him. Scared, both outsiders jumped back.

“MAN, control ya dog!”, Milo screamed after the man, but he didn’t react to this at all. The retriever having returned to the side of his owner, tail wagging.

“Soooo that was a flop… Hey, wanna go interview the Lady over there?”, Steven pointed at a young woman, who was currently writing on a small blackboard outside a café.

Nodding to his friend, Milo made his way over. This time holding himself back from shoving the camera into her face, “Hey, morning. We’re new here. Could you, maybe, answer a view questions for us?”

Turning around, the woman smiled at the men, but it dropped as soon as she spotted the camera. “Hello, how can I help y… Oh, would you please turn this thing off?” The smile she put on looked fake. A true customer service smile.

“We’re bloggers, and we want to document this city, and maybe you could help us with this”, Steven smiled brightly at her, but made no move to stop his friend filming the poor lady.

Not answering, the waitress turned around and walked back into the café.

“Rude!”, Milo turned something on his camera, “she has a nice ass, tho…”

“Stop that, dude. We have to find more people to interview.”

Walking down the street again, they searched again for a new interview victim. But most people either had something to do and needed to leave quickly, or they wouldn’t even answer them in the first place. All of them seamed to grow cold or nervous as soon as they spotted the camera, though. Two men even crossed the street to escape them, when they had spotted the duo’s camera from afar. It weirded them out. They felt as it they were some kind of plague victim, that needed to be avoided before it spreads.

It was already noon when they returned to the parking space in front of the ‘Nasty Burger’. “God, how damn rude are these people here. Man, not one even gave us a chance. Why is everyone so damn weird here!”, complained Milo to his friend as he shut off the camera for now. “The memory card is almost full, by the way”

Steven opened the trunk of his car and began to search through his bags for a new one, “Ya know, maybe a break would be good, and hey, we could wait for the kids after school. One of them gotta know something.” He grinned at his friend as he handed him a new memory card and a new battery back.

“Man, god, ... man, ... never say that again. Dude, that sounded so creepy!” Milo made a face at his friend and laughed at him, when he tried to defend himself.

Steven eventually had to snicker, too. “I’m the creepy man. Fear me!”

Still laughing, the two made their way into the fast food restaurant. Hopefully, the kids were more open to talk about the ghosts, that allegedly plague this town, than the adults were.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.2)

Title: Lost in Zero Gravity (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,072 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: Song inspo for this fic

Part One || Part Three || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You must have made a really good first impression,” Tatiana commented, blowing out a ring of smoke. Her charcoal lined eyes creased with her pleased smile.

You shrugged, “I was just working.”

“Don’t try to be modest now. It’s not becoming on you,” she laughed in response.

She had called you into her office to tell you that you had been specifically requested for an assignment. It seemed Tony and Steve’s mob were going to be taking a vacation and they wanted you available. You were not one to turn down a paid vacation, especially if they were going to be there. As dangerous as they were, they had been a good fuck and Tony had made sure to get you off. That was far more than probably eighty percent of the people you had been with since you started working the service.

You hated the smell of the cigarette smoke and it was always the hovering stench in her office. She was going to kill herself far too young and maybe shave a few years off your life in return for however she made you stand in here. You adored her, there was no doubt about that. But you wished she would kick the habit.

“Where are they going?” you asked, feigning that you were contemplating about refusing the assignment.

“Riviera Maya.” You narrowed your eyes and she said, “It’s in Mexico.”

An inclusive resort no doubt. It could be fun. Maybe you could ask someone to travel with you so you would not be completely alone when they were not wanting to bed you. Or maybe not… some time alone might do you well.

Tatiana added, “Wives are going to be there though.”

“So, why am I gonna be there?” you asked honestly.

Tatiana snorted, “Oh, stellina.” She took another deep inhale exhaling as she said, “There are so many things there to keep the spouses occupied. They’re rarely together except for dinner. It’s just for appearances.”

Rich people’s lives sounded exhausting.

“You just need to be out in the open, keeping yourself available for them whenever they have an opportunity to slip away and have some fun with you. Otherwise, just keep yourself occupied with the beach and nice drinks. I know you hate suntanning but there are shops to poke around in. I know you like shopping.”

“That I do.”

“Maybe they’ll give you extra.”

“I don’t want to go around trying to get greedy.”

Tatiana smirked at that. “That’s my girl. I trained you well.”

<><><>

Pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, you hopped up onto one of the barstools on the bar you had just walked by and circled back to. You had yet to see either Tony or Steve and you had been here since yesterday. The place was relaxing and the room was great. You had basically sunk into the bed, having one of the best nights of sleep you had had in a long while without any noise from Elisha in her room along your wall back home. Leaning over the counter, you asked for a strawberry lemonade.

“Strawberry lemonade? It’s a party, dollface.”

You recognized that voice and you straightened back up, turning your head to look in his direction.

Steve was standing there, leaning on the counter. He was a sight for sore eyes. He was only in swim trunks, aviator glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. That did not hide the fact you knew his eyes were running unabashedly over your body. Your stomach fluttered at the sight of him, thinking of how he handled you last time.

“I bought this specifically for this vacation,” you said, hopping down from the stool and turning around for him to let him see the whole suit. When you turned back around, he was grinning. “It looks good right?”

He nodded, “You look damn sexy.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“My wife is here,” Steve said, and you frowned instantly at this immediate change in conversation. Was he trying to kill the mood so quickly? He said, “I know. She’s got her little masseuse guy here to keep her entertained, so I should be able to have my own fun. But I’m trying to be good.”

Picking up on his hint, you sauntered towards him. Your hand came up, resting on his chest. “Why do you have to be good if she isn’t being good?”

“I had to hold it in until she ran off,” he told you.

You pulled his sunglasses down to see his eyes, keeping them on the bridge of his nose. You smiled when you were able to actually meet his gaze.

“Well, when do you get to not be good?”

“Right now,” he said and you smiled in response. “It’s why I came and found you. I saw you yesterday. Wandering around. Took everything in me to not come up to you. Looked like you found yourself a nice little boyfriend though?”

“He was trying really hard but no… no dice for that guy,” you told him.

You pushed his glasses back up and your arms wrapped around his neck. He grinned back at you, his fingers tracing along your exposed back.

“I’m assuming you’re liking what you’re seeing?”

“Very much,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the hem of your suit.

You nuzzled your nose to his. “Hmm. So we know where this is going?”

<><><>

You stood in front of the mirror, completely bare. Steve had brought you back to their villa. Tony’s wife was gone, off to a spa treatment. The room had a wide door open to the patio overlooking the ocean. There was a hot tub and pool on the patio and although you wanted to indulge, you refrained. You got undressed for them instead, waiting for them to get antsy enough to take charge. It did not take long as you predicted.

Tony came up from behind you, nude as well. His hands ran across your breasts, cupping.

“Don’t you look marvelous…” he murmured, his fingers tweaking at your erect nipples. You bucked ever so slightly, and he smirked. His nose came to nuzzle into the nape of your neck. “I knew I chose right… a perfect gem.”

“You still seem to like what you’re seeing?”

He chuckled, one hand snaking down to toy with the top of your sex.

“You’re gonna look even better underneath that mirror.”

You turned in his arms, your forehead pressing against his. “A man that likes to review his work. I don’t know if I should be worried.”

“I didn’t get to where I am by being a half ass.”

Steve was at your other side and he enveloped you to him. To both of them, you asked, “Any critiques?”

“Loaded question,” Steve chuckled. “I mean, the biggest is you haven’t sunk one of your holes on either of us. I mean, it’s been a whole five minutes. What’s the hold up?”

“Sorry, I was enjoying the company.”

He kissed the tip of your nose lightly, “And I’m sorry for being so charismatic.”

“I’m assuming you can’t multitask then? Be charismatic and fuck me at the same time?”

A low growl left his mouth now, “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at fucking all,” he told you pulling you over to the bed.

Steve was looking upwards, and you knew he was taking in the sight of you hovering over him as you sunk onto his length in the ceiling mirror. His eyes were swimming with arousal and you hoped to always be the cause for that.

<><><>

“Y/N, you got a gift,” Wendy said, pointing at the table as you walked into the brothel’s kitchen. You had come in to get a drink but smiled seeing the bouquet and gift.

“Really?” you asked, letting your backpack fall from your shoulder and along with your carry-on drop to the ground. You had just gotten back from Mexico; that was quick if it was from who you thought it was. Upon seeing the flowers, you knew your assumption had been correct. They had asked you what your favorite flowers were and even though that was extremely obvious why they were asking, you had told them all the same.

The bouquet was large and there was a nice heart balloon in the center. You smiled, leaning in and smelling the flowers deeply.

“Where’d you get those from?” Elisha asked, coming into the kitchen. You shrugged, smiling sheepishly, and she rolled her eyes, giving a little laugh, “I know exactly where those came from.”

“There’s also this,” you said picking up the gift bag from beside it, waving it at her.

“That’s dangerous,” Elisha commented, grabbing the bloody mary that Wendy had made her. They must have had a rough night.

You shrugged again, opening the bag. Your lips curled into a smile as you pulled out a bright blue teddy. “Cute,” you giggled. Elisha and Wendy shook their heads, taking a drink. You held it up against your body and asked, “Think they want me to wear it for next time?”

“I don’t think they bought it for shits and giggles,” Wendy snorted. “How was the trip?”

“It was nice.”

“Good to hear it. You should relish in this.”

“Oh, I am,” you said, putting the teddy back into the bag. You thought of the extra money that Steve had tucked into your bag, remembering that you should tuck that away. It was smarter to not spend all the money that was thrown at you. That is what fools did; you needed to think ahead.

<><><>

The dress was loose and casual, perfect for the saloon they had asked you to meet them at. They had sent a car for you and met you at the curbside. When you got out, you looked around, cocking an eyebrow at the sight of them dressed in nice, pressed jackets. You were going into a dive bar, what were they doing?

Tony took your arm, Steve trailing behind. “Hmm, a sun pattern,” Tony commented, his fingers pulling at the fabric of your dress.

You gripped his arm, smiling. “I like to be a shining beacon in people’s lives.”

Tony chuckled in response, his grip tightening on your waist. The bouncer did not ask for your IDs; they must know them. It was dimly lit, packed. There were dancers on the stage and your eyes were drawn to their movements. The woman dancing had curves to die for.

“Where we going?” you asked as they led you through the bar. Your eyes ran around the tables the further you went in. Did they have a reservation?

“For the real party, sweetheart,” Tony told you, his lips brushing your ear. You shivered at the touch.

It was dark back here and you tensed. Tony felt it, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got you.”

Two men were standing in front of a door and they opened it when they saw the three of you approaching. There was a table with a group of other men, looking like they were waiting for the three of you. There were a handful of other women sitting around the perimeter of the room behind the players. They made brief eye contact with you, sizing you up quickly before averting their eyes again.

“Took you fucking long enough,” one of them drawled at Tony and Steve.

“Sorry, we were waiting for our lucky dame,” Tony returned.

Tony kissed your hand as you sat, before he turned away and sat in his chair. Steve’s hand grazed you affectionately, before he sat down as well.

You sat quietly, watching them play. It was poker, that much you knew. It was intense, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. They were taking this seriously and you surmised they were gambling a bunch of money.

Steve was staring across the table at the first man who had spoken to them when they walked in, his eyes narrowed. The other man was not flinching but something must have been a tell for Steve because he pushed chips forward.

“Well, senator… I’m gonna raise you,” Steve commented.

Your heart stopped a bit, hearing him call him that. Your eyes narrowed at the man across the table. You did not pay attention to politics but the way the man’s face scrunched at Steve’s tone… you knew he had to be one. A senator. What had you let them drag you into?

The man chewed on his lip before throwing his cards down on the table without showing what they were.

Steve’s mouth broke into a wide grin and he held out his hands.

“Fuck you, Rogers,” the man snarled before getting up from the table. He buttoned his suit jacket, leaving the room without a second glance.

“Sore loser,” Steve commented, much to the amusement of the other men at the table to your surprise. You thought they would be more angry about losing the money they had but maybe the man had been a common enemy.

They gathered up the chips, tossing them into a bag. Tony’s hand snaked around your waist.

“Wanna spend this?” Tony asked, grinning broadly, holding the bag up to you as he guided you towards the door. You giggled and he kissed your cheek. “Steve’s treated us. But especially you, baby.”

<><><>

Pulling your dress back on over your head, you straightened it, making sure it was covering your ass. It was short and you did not need to be flashing anyone on the sidewalk.

“You sure you don’t want me to order you a cab…?” the man asked from behind you, taking a long drag on his joint. He was still lying in bed, watching you get dressed.

Confidently, you turned around, fluffing your hair. You shook your head, “It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re a tough cookie,” he said, shooting you a smile.

“I try to be,” you said winking at him, grabbing your purse.

You left his place quickly, heading back to the brothel. It was not a lie, it was not far.

The distance did not matter though when it came to what was waiting for you outside.

A hand closed around your arm, yanking you into an alley. You screamed but another hand slapped across your mouth as you were slammed up against the wall. Your heart was pounding, your eyes wide in fear staring at your assailant.

Your fear melted away to a mixture of anger and disgust. You would recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. You had stared into them far too many times as he towered over you, beating you into submission. You had run away from them far too many times, locking yourself in the bedroom until he got tired of trying to beat the door down.

Garnering strength from a place you did not know existed, you shoved him away, much to his surprise. He did not expect you to fight back, and he stumbled back.

“Have you been fucking following me?” you demanded, your chest heaving.

“Just interested to see what you’ve been doing since you ran off. Looks like you are visiting a bunch of men,” Jared sneered at you, getting back on his game and closing the space between you. Your fists clenched by your sides and he noticed, smirking. “You gonna hit me?”

“No,” you spat.

“So, what’s got you leaving someone’s apartment this time of night, baby?”

“That is none of your business.”

He shoved you back into the wall and you winced against the cement scratching at your skin. You swallowed it though, clenching your jaw, glaring at him. You were acting far braver than you felt. Jared always had the power to make you feel small and weak and it seemed just his presence had that same power. You felt just as helpless as you did a year and a half ago. He was frightening; you knew what violence he could unleash.

“What’s this?” Jared asked, yanking at your purse.

“Nothing, it’s my purse!” you said, your hands closing around it to try to yank it back from him.

“Looks pretty expensive, Y/N… Marc Jacobs? What have you been up to?”

He gave another hard yank, and the chain broke and you hissed against the pressure against your shoulder as it snapped away from you. You reached for it and he shoved you back again, harder this time and you let out a pained noise. Your eyes searched the buildings that surrounded you, hoping someone would be looking out the windows and be able to come to help you. It looked like no such luck.

He yanked out the hundreds the man you had just left had given you.

His eyes were dark, glowering at you. “Where’d you get this?”

“From work!”

His backhand was swift, knocking you off balance. But he was there to catch your falling momentum only to slam you up against the wall for the third time, his forearm pressed into your throat. You gasped, trying to breathe.

“You left me to spread your legs all over the city?”

“What are you talking about?” you exclaimed pitifully, trying to deny it. Your hands clawed at his arm and he only pressed in harder, making you gasp more desperately.

“I saw you go into that building with that man. Yes, I was following you! And you come back out with all this money? I shouldn’t be surprised. You always were a worthless slut.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and he growled, “You always did cry too soon for my liking.”

Your purse fell to the ground and his other hand reached up between your legs. You tried to fight him, and he socked you this time. Your head knocked against the wall and you saw stars.

Jared pushed away and you crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. You squeezed your eyes tightly, trying to gain back some sense of balance.

“Hey!” you heard someone shout from far off.

All you could see was Jared’s shoes coming in and out of your vision. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach making you lose all your breath before his shoes were gone. You blinked again before losing consciousness as you saw a new pair of shoes come into your line of sight.

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lovelyirony · 3 years

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I am a HUGE winteriron shipper so if that's acceptable for you could you do a fic, however short or long you want with winteriron and the prompt: Russian Bucky. That's it. Russian Bucky. How, why, is up to you but that's the prompt! Thank you!

Bucky does not like that he’s in America again. Even if he is really only here to act as security for Natasha’s new art showing.

It’s loud, friendly, and he just wants to drink in silence. People never stop talking.

Natasha’s first night is all the exclusive donors and previous buyers. He knows some of the people. Bruce is actually his favorite American because he’s awkward and doesn’t like talking anyways, but he has a great way with reviews for art and placement of it.

There’s Clint, who’s a disaster who bought him a tiny bottle of shitty vodka and said “welcome to America! Please don’t kill me,” and Bucky’s not honestly sure why he’s invited because he’s very broke.

“He entertains me,” Natasha says, scarlet lips pulling into a grin as he watches him nearly trip and fall over an untied shoelace. “And he’s...fun. Very American.”

“Didn’t know your type was Americans,” Bucky mutters. “The first thing I know you to have bad taste in.”

“Oh, as if your type is any better,” Natasha mutters.

“And what is my type, exactly?”

“You don’t have one,” Natasha says glibly, “because you prefer staying forever alone and broody.”

“I’m not broody.”

“Your all-black outfit begs difference,” Sharon calls, grinning. “Hey Buck, long-time no-see.”

“Hi Sharon,” Bucky says, smiling slightly.

He sees Steve behind her, almost looking like a golden retriever. They had served together in the army when they were young, and Bucky’d had to drag that stupid boy out of too many fights.

It made them best friends, almost like brothers, and it’s the only reason why he usually adventures out to America.

“Missed seeing you,” Steve says, bringing him into a hug. “There’s only so many times Sharon will tolerate sushi with me.”

“He claims that it’s a miracle food,” Sharon says, rolling her eyes. “I just think he likes it because you like it.”

“I do not!” Steve teases. “Hey, Natasha.”

“Hey stranger,” Nat says, grinning. “Surprised to see you out of running shorts and tank tops.”

“You don’t only see me when I’m running,” Steve says, rolling his eyes. “You come to see Sharon about every week.”

“Yeah but I only have eyes for her,” Natasha says, winking.

“Stop flirting with my wife.”

“Then stop being married to such a beautiful woman.”

Sharon snorts, looking down at her phone, and then back up at Nat.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. I need to let my cousin in. He’s the one I told you about who liked your newspaper collage-work.”

Natasha looks over at Bucky for a moment and oh no. She has her match-making look on her.

“I think you’ll like Tony,” she says grinning.

“I’m sure he’ll be a good client of yours,” Bucky responds, lips pressing into a straight line. “I don’t need to be dating, Romanov.”

“Ooh last name, how scary,” she teases.

Tony is....American.

He’s already laughing loudly with Sharon about some sort of in-joke, and walks right up to Natasha with a smile.

“Miss Romanov, you look as wonderful as your art. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.”

He then kisses the top of her hand and starts into conversation about how he discovered her art from his assistant, Pepper, and he thought it would be a good fit for his personal home.

Bucky stays in the background, hoping that this talkative machine would follow along with Nat and distract her for an hour or two.

And then she turns.

“Tony...have you met Bucky Barnes? He runs security.”

“I haven’t,” Tony says, smiling. “Nice to meet you. Your parents name you after a family member?”

“President,” Bucky answers stiffly.

“And here I thought you were Russian.”

“I am. They just hated communism.”

Tony barks out a laugh.

“Well, come. Look at art with us and tell me more about yourself.”

“No,” Bucky states. He then turns on his heel and walks away.

No sense in giving this guy hope.

But he’s undeterred.

While he maintains his space, he still talks to Bucky throughout the event.

He comes back the next day with two robots to help wrap the works.

“What,” Bucky says, looking at the two creatures who seem to be bickering.

“They’re fighting over who gets to put the bow on it,” Tony says. “Dummy, put the bow on. You, I’ll give you a bow to put on. No sense in fighting.”

“You named them ‘Dummy’ and ‘You’?”

“Spelled differently,” Tony says. “Dum-E is just...he likes to make oil smoothies, and U has opinions about the alphabet arrangement. Don’t ask them about it. But how are you doing, Bucky?”

“Fine.”

“Only fine? We’ll have to change that. Let me take you out for a burger?”

“No. I don’t like American food. Or Americans.”

“Can’t blame you there,” Tony says with a sigh, but grins anyways. “Let me know if you do change your mind at all though, Barnes.”

Yeah, he won’t be.

Except that Nat likes America, and he thinks she found a muse in Clint, because she told Bucky that she’s staying in America for the next six months at least.

“I hate you,” he says, cursing her out. “Why here?!”

“Why not?” Natasha says. “Their winters are similar, if not nicer. Besides, you can be friends with Steve and not have to see anyone else besides Clint. And maybe Tony. I like Tony.”

“Why do you like him?” Bucky groans. “He talks too quickly. He is too American. I don’t trust his teeth.”

“Don’t trust his dentist then, not the teeth,” she responds with a shrug. “And I like him because he’s good people. Even if he doesn’t seem it. Keep an eye on him for me when he’s around, okay?”

“What, afraid he’ll overpay for your work again?”

“I’d like that,” Natasha muses, thinking about the obscene amount of money he had sent her way, under the guise of “her having too much immense talent not to.”

It was enough to give Bucky quite the generous raise, which was appreciated. But he still didn’t like him.

Tony becomes integrated into their lives with ease.

He likes improving Clint’s building, checking in on Nat, and invading Bucky’s space.

It’s not all bad. Sometimes Tony gives him a hot dog, which is good.

“You’re going to go rail-thin at this rate,” Tony says, shoving a baguette into his hands. “Who goes grocery shopping for you? Mice? Why do you have, like, miniscule portions? I know that Russia is different, but you still get fed.”

“We sacrifice half our food to the leader of Mother Russia,” Bucky deadpans. “And then we get our yearly tracksuit in return.”

Tony laughs, and Bucky kind of likes making him laugh.

Not in that way. Don’t go thinking that.

“Well, regardless. I think you’re almost conning me into doing this.”

“What, me? Getting free food? A whole baguette? I don’t think so,” Bucky says. “But next time, give me soup.”

Tony laughs again.

Bucky didn’t think he’d take him seriously.

“I wasn’t sure what soups you like or if you have allergies, so I brought four different soups,” he answers.

“Tony, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Silence Ice-Pop,” Tony shushes. “This one is black-bean soup, this one is broccoli-cheddar, this one is your standard chicken-noodle, and this one is French onion...”

“Well come on in, then,” Bucky sighs. “You’re gonna have to help me finish this soup.”

He doesn’t know why he does it.

But Tony’s bodyguard had a surprise funeral, can’t make it to a high-up event for Tony, and so Bucky volunteers.

It’s a charity, one that Tony never misses. Ever.

Natasha asks him to do it.

“I know you’ll complain and bitch, but genuinely he-”

“I already told him I’d go,” Bucky says. “Texted him.”

“You have his number?” Natasha questions, brows furrowing. “I thought you hated him.”

“Gave me soup. Can’t hate a guy who gives you soup.”

“Holy shit, are you gonna marry him?”

“Why would I marry him?” Bucky splutters. “What, because I accepted soup?”

“One time a guy called you cute, and you told him that he needed to stop revealing so much about himself because you could kill him,” Nat said. “You haven’t even threatened Tony’s life yet! I can’t believe I didn’t put it together! You like-”

“Do not finish that sentiment,” Bucky threatens. “Do not, if you do-”

“You like him!”

“I don’t!” Bucky hisses. “I do not like an American!”

“You do!” Natasha proclaims, laughing. “Oh my god! You like an American!”

“Shut up!” Bucky groans. “I hate myself!”

Natasha cannot stop laughing, wheezing on the couch. “Holy shit!”

“Do not tell him,” Bucky begs. “Don’t tell anybody.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Natasha snorts. “I won’t tell anybody for two months. But you have to tell him.”

“I don’t have to tell him shit,” Bucky scowls.

“I think you do. I think he could potentially like you.”

“No. I’ll get over it.”

Natasha gives him a flat look.

“You can’t just ‘get over’ a crush.”

“Yes I can. I’m Russian. We can do it.”

“No,” Natasha says simply. “Two months, Yasha! Two months!”

...great.

Now he has to deal with liking an American.

#this prompt is from forever ago so i am deeply sorry i didn't answer sooner #winteriron #bucky is russian. hates americans. gets a crush on one anyway. i think it's fun.#lovelyirony writes #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha romanoff #sharon carter #steve rogers #buckytony

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cyclogenesis · 3 years

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i have to tell you that the second i saw cal and ash on that mountain getaway a couple weeks ago, i thought about how desperately i would love a sequel to your turks & caicos fic set during that trip. (this is not a request, i promise, i just wanted to tell you bc that is one of my fav fics of all time)

Aw anon!! 🥺 Gosh I hadn't even thought about that when I was in my feelings about the mountain getaway pictures, which is wild because I am just remembering now that I started a fic after the honeymoon comment initially happened (like, very soon after, because @elliebirdthings was at that show and told me about it and we were freaking out haha), before we knew that they went to Turks & Caicos, and I had them taking that trip to a cabin in Maine.

Just for kicks, because this message made me smile and I love you for that, here's the beginning of that fic. It's unfinished obviously (not even any kissing!), but there's some nice stuff in there I think. This fic was going to be titled A whole fucking lifetime of this after the American Pleasure Club album which was a title I should have kept, goddammit. Also randomly in here I have them driving to the cabin while listening to My Bloody Valentine, who Ashton later called out as one of his main influences for Superbloom.

1600 words of unfinished Cashton under the cut! 😘

The day after the last meeting about the promo schedule the dressing room conversation turns, as it does, to plans for the break. It’s a month out, but they’ve to a man developed a fetish for planning their free time carefully as soon as the schedule’s set. Planning things makes Ashton feel like a grown-up. He likes renting cars. Sometimes he scrolls through AirBnB for hours just to see what’s out there.

“I’m going straight back, we got Dodgers tickets,” Michael says.

“I remember when you used to say ‘we’ and it meant you and me,” Calum says. He wiggles a little from where he’s snuggled against Michael on the couch like he wants to get away, but of course Michael doesn’t let him. Ashton thinks he probably wasn’t really trying.

“Aw, you’ll always be my first love,” Michael tells him, squeezing Calum to him more tightly. “You wanna make out just for old times sake?”

“I do not,” says Calum, but he lets Michael give him a big kiss on the forehead, his face squinching up happily.

“I just wanna get away for a bit, no work or social media or anything,” says Ashton, ignoring their tomfoolery. “A little cabin by a lake somewhere.”

“Oh yeah?” Luke says. “Where are you and Cal going this time?”

“Maine,” Calum says, at the same time as Ashton says, “Why would you assume we’re going somewhere together?”

A small silence falls over the room.

With dignity, Ashton says, “Calum and I are going to Maine.”

“Just get out in front of it this time,” Michael advises. “Let everyone know it’s another honeymoon. Take control of the narrative.”

“How many times can you go on a honeymoon before you have to acknowledge that you’re married?” Luke asks nobody in particular.

“It’s a bro trip,” Ashton says firmly. “For bros.”

“It’s very bromantic,” Luke says. “It’s okay, I’m not hurt I wasn’t invited. I love going back to LA and jerking off alone.”

“It’s nice that we’ve all got plans,” Calum says. He’s settled peacefully back against Michael, Michael absently petting his hair.

“It’s not a honeymoon,” Ashton insists.

Whatever, Ashton called it what he called it, okay? Might as well control the narrative.

Over drinks at the bar after their last show Calum asks, “Where would you want to go on your honeymoon, anyway? Somewhere new?”

Ashton pokes at the ice in his cocktail with his straw. Aren’t they supposed to not be using straws anymore because of the ocean or whatever? Ashton loves the ocean, it’s very important to him. Also this cocktail sucks. “Can I try your drink?” he asks. “I don’t love mine.” Calum has something with ginger in it, and bubbles. Calum slides his obligingly over, and Ashton passes his own over to be fair.

“I like yours better,” Calum says after a sip. “You wanna trade?”

Sometimes Ashton does believe in soulmates. “Yes, thank you.” He takes a long drink. “It would be nice to spend more time in Italy. Not one of the tourist-y parts though, somewhere quiet. Up north, maybe, one of the smaller towns.” He tries to picture what it would be like: olive groves, blue skies, stone churches. An old villa with lemon trees and a view of the hills. He’s so used to traveling with the band or just with Calum that it’s hard to picture anyone else there with him. They’re all as prone as anyone to get swept up with girls to the exclusion of most everything else, but Ashton can’t really imagine a future without seeing Calum all the time, without talking to him every day. Maybe he and Calum could just get married around the same time and they could all go on a honeymoon together.

“Yeah, that’d be pretty nice,” Calum says, looking wistful. Ashton wants to take a picture of him, capture the way a curl rests against his temple, how the blue neon lights behind the bar hit the glitter he let Ashton smear on his cheekbones before the show. They made a no social media pledge for this trip but Ashton’s bringing his camera anyway. He has to keep in practice, doesn’t he? Anyway, it’s important to capture these memories.

“Maybe we should just go,” Ashton tells him. “Why not? Who knows how long it could take for me to fool someone into living with this forever?” He sucks down the last of his drink, feeling sorry for himself now. What if he falls in love and she moves in and Calum stops coming over in the morning to walk to their favorite coffee shop together, and stops picking Ashton up so they can go hike Runyon, and stops bringing Duke over like he owns the damn place and doesn’t care about the dog hair that Ashton has to hoover off his couch pillows? That would be terrible. Worst of all, what if it was Ashton that suddenly wanted those things to stop?

“I’ll live with you forever,” Calum says, too busy flagging down the bartender to intuit Ashton’s emotional crisis. He gestures to Ashton’s empty drink. “Another one of those, right?” His own is still half full. Maybe he didn’t really like Ashton’s better after all.

“Yeah, thanks man,” Ashton sighs.

Calum bumps his knee against Ashton’s, the barstool squeaking beneath him. “Ash, you’re gonna find somebody if that’s what you want. Anyone would be the luckiest person alive to be with you. Maybe we could do Italy after the tour wraps, we’ll finish in Spain so it won’t be far.”

The thought cheers Ashton a bit; that’s a decent amount of time to get on AirBnB and see what he can find that’s available. It’ll be nice to have something to look forward to, Italian sunshine and limoncello and the quiet.

“Mike and Luke will definitely give us shit though about planning another honeymoon while we’re still on this one,” Calum says.

“Let ‘em,” says Ashton.

It’s not a long flight but it’s a bit of a drive from there to get to the cabin. But Calum said he wanted something remote and quiet, so it’s worth the wait, the drive in the dark. There’s moonlight, anyway, and Calum took the wheel, getting them the rest of the way there in their little silver Prius rental. He puts on My Bloody Valentine and sings along, low and comforting to listen to after so many days straight of playing, of promo. Halfway through the trip Ashton thinks he sees a shooting star, maybe thought he dreamed it until he felt Calum’s soft nudge of knuckles against his arm, heard his quiet, “You see that, bro?”

The way gets bumpy, thick with trees, dark and hard to navigate once they turn off the main road. At the end of it all there’s the cabin, looming in the dark, lights left on for them and the key exactly where it’s supposed to be. It’s past one a.m. but they still give the place a wander, stopping at the largest bedroom facing the lake. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows Ashton sees trees, darkness, the black glitter of water under starlight. Calum asks, “You want this one?”

Ashton looks further and just sees more darkness. “It’s kind of unnerving at night,” he says. “Anyone could be out there.” The other bedroom has smaller windows, but the point stands. “Do you wanna just watch TV or something in here and then decide?”

“If we get axe murdered here I hope our ghosts come back and leave a one star review,” Calum says, but he’s already shrugging his duffel off his shoulders and kicking off his shoes.

The host left them a bottle of pinot grigio so Ashton pours up a few glasses while Calum strips down to his boxers and gets in bed. The boxers have cartoon pugs all over them. “I can’t believe that’s the lingerie you’re wearing for our honeymoon,” Ashton says, handing him a glass. “I also can’t believe those boxers even exist.”

Calum raises it to him in a salute and takes a sip. “These boxers are fantastic, but I guess if you want me to take them off…” he trails off, eyebrow raised, thumb hooked in the waistband pushing them down past his hipbone, then further until Ashton can see the crease of his thigh.

“No, no,” Ashton says hurriedly, “I’m just saying, what’s wrong with a nice pair of footie pajamas? Keeps you warm. Keeps you modest.” Nevertheless he shucks his own clothes except for his own (very grown-up, perfectly normal, in a flattering shade of dark green) boxers and joins Calum in bed. Calum’s already stopped paying attention to him, too busy trying to figure out how to work the remote. He finally gets the screen to flash on, and Ashton stays quiet, sipping his wine while Calum flips channels, finally landing on something in black and white. Cary Grant comes on screen but Ashton still isn’t sure what movie it is; Calum seems interested enough, setting the remote down between them, so he doesn’t complain. The wine goes down easy and Ashton does too after not too long.

He rolls onto his side and sees that Calum’s eyes are already closed. It doesn’t look like he’s asleep yet; it always takes him a bit, leaving him in a dozy stage for about ten minutes during which he might respond crankily to any communication or with adorable mumbling affection. Ashton turns the sound down and says, as quietly as he can, “TV off?” Calum’s eyes don’t open, but he nods a little. “Okay. You want me to go sleep in the other room?”

Calum moves then, a sleepy shift of his body, fumbling a hand up and blindly patting the sheet until he makes contact with Ashton’s hand on the remote and squeezes it, links their fingers together like he can’t quite figure out how to make it work. It feels nice. “’S’okay,” he murmurs. “Stay here.”

Ashton didn’t feel like getting up anyway.

#asks #anonymous #cashton #my fic #5sos #extremely hurtful btw to look at my 5sos unfinished fic folder #1k of lashton living together #2k of cashton h/c #2k of ot4 #4k of mashton that was going to become ot4 #6k of calum/ashton/luke which is the one i'm probably most mad about it bc there's so much good stuff in there #rip my sweet children you were fun while you lasted #OH MY GOD and the almost 5k of michael/luke in an au where 5sos were a queercore band #i am sorry stories!! i wanted better for all of you!!!!!

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inseongsfoxybae · 3 years

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After a hard day

Pairing: Boyfriend Dawon + Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Implicit mention of nudity

Words: +1,4k

Requested by @sanghyukstattoos: Can I request a Sanghyuk fic where the reader is really exhausted after a long day of work like her feet hurt and head ache but Sanghyuk makes sure that she eats and takes care of her before he cuddles her to sleep?? Thank you so much ❤️❤️ I'm so exciteddddddd

Author’s message: Baby B!!!! I loved your request so much and it was so good and relaxing to write! I hope this lives up to your expectations and that you like it. Also, I wish it may comfort you after a long day. Thank you and I’m waiting for more ideas from your beautiful mind soon. Love you ❤️ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: You had a long and hard day and all you need is the warmth of your boyfriend when you get home.

look at this lil baby TT

You knew your day would be awful since you opened your eyes early in the morning and realized your alarm clock hadn't gone off and you were late for work. “Oh, shit”, you jumped out of bed and rushed to your bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for your day. You pecked your sleepy boyfriend’s lips and ran through the door, the cold air of winter hitting your face like a slap.

You took the first train available and used that time to drink some coffee you had bought on the street, praying not to be so late at the office. Even so, half an hour had passed when you hurried through the office entrance, spitting excuses for the threatening look your boss gave you.

As if the delay and all the stress it caused you were not enough, some of coworkers who were part of your team made a big mistake that could compromise the project of one of your main clients. As the leader, of course you had to take full responsibility and your boss didn’t spare to humiliate you in front of all the employees who were in the room.

Your listened all his unnecessary words with your head down, nodding and accepting his false arguments against you and your time. It took you the rest of the morning and half of your lunch time to correct the errors and reverse the results, but you did it. Successfully, if you could say so. However, when you sent the new files to your boss and were about to leave to eat something, he called you to his office and gave you more “urgent” tasks.

You would complain, but then you remembered that he would definitely use your delay against you. So, you just grabbed the new folders with a lof of pages to review and started your work on them.

It was still mid-afternoon and you were already exhausted and starving, drinking cups and cups of coffee to stay awake and focused, coming and going from meetings to spreadsheets on the computer. Fortunately, it was friday, so you could just get home later and sleep for days with your sweet boyfriend by your side.

When you thought about him, you realized that you had barely spoken to him today and felt bad. And as if he had read your mind, your phone buzzed with a message from Dawon.

Hope you’ree having a good day at work. What about we order your favorite pizza tonight? It’s on me ^.^

You smile slightly at his cuteness, but you couldn’t answer him and felt bad again. When the time of your shift ended, you swallowed in tiredness, your head hurting like if it was cracking, all your limbs are tensed and heavy.

You felt like crying and you didn’t want to scare Dawon with your defeated face when you got home, so you decided to take a bus to clear your mind and breath the cool air of the city through the open windows. But, to end this bad day with a golden key, there was a big accident in the middle of the avenue and the traffic was stuck.

There were no subways stations near and a taxi wouldn’t work too, so you got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to your apartment. You weren’t too far from your place, but your thin heels shoes weren’t helping you and you felt like your feet were screaming in pain when you finally stepped in your living room.

Dawon was sitting on the couch with a concerned expression, your pizza cooling thrown in the corner of the table. As soon as he saw you, he sighed and got up of his seat.

“Baby, I was so worried! Why didn’t you answer my calls?”, he exclaimed, cupping your face between his small hands and looking for any type of hurting.

“Sorry, babe, I guess my phone discharged”, you said weakly.

Dawon looked right into your eyes and shook his head, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. “Hard day?”.

You barely nodded, feeling tears forming in your eyes. Dawon pulled you into his arms in a strong embrace, patting your shoulders, trying to comfort you. “It’s okay now”, he whispered and kissed the side of your head. You inhaled his scent deeply, your face resting on his chest, as warm tears rolled down your tired eyes and your body relaxed into his body.

Dawon kept hugging you for a while, both of you still standing in the middle of your living room, while it started to rain out there, its soft drops hitting your window. With you still in his arms, Dawon led the two of you to the bathroom, where he took your clothes off and joined you in a warm shower, rubbing delicately your skin and scalp.

“Done. Now, let’s eat. I’m pretty sure you didn’t eat anything today. Am I right?”, he asked once you finished drying your hair.

“You’re right. I didn’t even have lunch and just drank coffee all day”, you confessed avoiding his eyes. You were waiting for him to complain about “you have to eat to stay healthy” or something, but Dawon just grabbed your hand and guided you to sit in your couch.

“Okay... Let me feed you till you feel like exploding”, he shouted like a hero and put a large pizza, soda and a ice cream pot right in front of you. “Gobble!”, he exclaimed excitedly and you couldn’t help laughing at him.

He sat next to you and you both ate in silence, just some giggles and happy hums leaving your full mouths. Once you were done with eating, Dawon cleaned the table and came back to you in no time, laying you carefully on the couch while taking your feet in his hands.

“You were wearing heels all day. Your feet must be hurting”, he said softly when you looked at him confused. “Now, relax. Let me take care of my girl”, he winked and you smiled. In moments like these, you were sure Dawon was the one for you. Your boyfriend, your man, the love of your life. The one who you wanted to spend the rest of you life with.

You could feel his small fingers gently massaging your aching feet, putting the right amount of pressure in the right places, rubbing your sole and ankles perfectly, as your eyes were closing inch by inch.

You felt so relaxed, so spoiled, so loved, that you ignored your heavy head and gave yourself into Dawon’s touches. You were so lost in a tender bliss, that you barely made out when he took you into his strong arms and carried you to your bed, laying you softly on the matress and covering you with your thick comforter.

You barely made out when he laid there with you, wrapping his arms around you - one arm holding your waist; the other one around your shoulders, so his hand could caress your hair slowly. You instinctively snuggled closer to his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, as he hummed a sweet melody near your ear.

You knew you didn’t have to tell Dawon many things about your day, you were so connected that he understood everything just by looking at you. Of course he would attentively listen to your complaints or anything else you had to tell him if you wanted, but it wasn’t necessary, and he would never press you to talk about anything if you didn’t feel like.

For the two of you, that was enough. This was enough. Just you and him, together, sharing the same bed, having the same feelings. Dawon was always there for you just like you were always there for him, and you knew it.

Now, here in his arms, you felt loved and protected and you didn’t want to lose this ever. Your eyes were closed for some time, but your mind was still a little clear. Enough to parted your lips slightly and whispered a lovely and sincere “I love you, Sanghyukie”.

You couldn’t see him, but you felt him smiling before whispered back “I love you more, Y/N”.

Here inside, your mind drifted off as you feel asleep in Dawon’s arms. Out there, small drops of rain keeping hitting your window. A scenario so soft and so relaxing after a hard day. You needed this today and you’ll have this forever with Dawon by your side.

#kpop writings #kpop imagines #sf9 writings #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 fluff #sf9 dawon #request #sanghyukstattoos

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Graduation surprise; BoRhap cast x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll well I promised this fic when I posted the Queen prom fic so here it is. Now I know it’s not as long as the last one is but I felt like this didn’t need to be super long. Also as another special little fact for ya’ll I was gonna make this a Queen fic as well but then I decided to change it to a BoRhap CAST fic since I hadn’t done one of just them in awhile.

So to all seniors whether HS or college, the class of 2020 CONGRATULATIONS I know it’s not what you hoped it would be but still try to find celebration in this pandemic, you all achieved probably the greatest milestones in your life. So stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane, and be happy :) Lot’s of love from me my darlings!

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Goddamn this year! Just when we think the new decade would be worth our wild, now we’ve got all this shit going on! First there was the threat of WW3, then the next month we’re dealing with wildfires in Australia, and finally to top it off why not add a global pandemic?!

The Coronavirus has literally been all over the news for months, and the fact that our government knew about it since late last year and didn’t warn us about it!? Then when they told us to be on lockdown, everyone starts hording toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and food that no one can buy said items for weeks on end.

But of course my main problem is the fact that I, along with so many other kids and adults around the world can’t participate in their own graduation ceremony. As a college student, I was just longing to finally participate in my final graduation ceremony ever. This was supposed to be my final chapter in school life and now because of this damn virus, that’s gone.

I mean yeah my diploma will be coming in the mail but I wanted my family to all be there to see me reach the end of my school life before I finally begin a new chapter. Plus my cousin’s friends said that they would come and see me and I’ve missed seeing those guys, I hadn’t seen them all since the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere.

I sat there in my old room of my house (cause since the University closed down back in March, all students had to leave the college campus and go home so that way we could reduce the spread of the virus. So I ended up moving back in with my parents) just finishing up my final paper for class.

That’s when my Zoom video chat blew up with my cousin’s profile pic. I grinned and clicked on the answer button and soon enough my cousin’s face took over my screen.

“Hey poppet.”

“Hey Gwil, how you holding up?” he let out a sigh.

“As best as I can. Though I should be asking you that, you are the one really dealing with this whole Coronavirus adjustment than I am. How’d you do on your classes?”

“For those that have said online classes are easier, they’re dirty rotten liars and completely incompetent.” He softly chuckled. “But thankfully I finished my last exam paper and submitted it just now.”

“Your dad look over it for you? Cause I know you’re a terrible editor.”

“Oi not all the time. Just when I’m lazy.” He hummed as he raised his brow at me. “But yes I did have dad review it for me. Cause before we got to submit the rough draft and my professor said I needed more analysis to my quotes on why I quoted that specific source. God I don’t know why I took that class to begin with?”

“Because you’re a criminology nut and you have been since you turned 16. God and I thought my horror movie tastes were bad.”

“Hey it’s good to be aware of shit like that!”

“Language missy!”

“Okay Cap.” I teased. He gave me his stern look which made me laugh as I fell to my side on the bed. “Oh by the way I saw that little dating app video you did.”

“And what did you think?”

“I liked it. Kinda makes me wish an app like that did exist in real life.”

“You not just pulling my leg on this?”

“No. Honest and swear to god you had me moved by your performance. Well next to you being Brian May of course.” He grinned. “I swear I still can’t get over when I first saw you in the full hair and makeup, I literally almost had a freakin panic attack.”

“And the fact that Brian was also there to witness that.”

“Oh god don’t even go there!” I groaned as I hid my face in embarrassment.

“So—now that you’re all done with school, what’s next for you?”

“Well any plans I had are put on hold till this whole crisis goes away. And I really thought 2020 was gonna be my year. This sucks!”

“I know poppet, I know. But believe me that it’s not just you whose affected by this. Everyone in the whole world is suffering exactly the same way you are.” I sighed solemnly.

“I know. I mean I should be feeling for you and the guys right now, I mean all of you are out of work till further notice. And all the restaurants that I love going to. Did you know that the little ice cream parlor you and I used to go to when we were kids shut down?”

“No!”

“Yeah, the owner couldn’t keep up the payments because hardly anyone was ordering from them anymore, even with online delivery. So she closed it down.”

“Damn, that sucks. I really loved going to that place with you. That was always our special little time together without the grownups around.” I nodded remembering all the fun times we had together in that little shop.

It was then someone suddenly popped into our conversation. The extra person now on my screen was none other than Joe Mazzello.

“Hey Gwil, mini-Lee!”

“Hello Joe.” Answered Gwil.

“Hey Joe been a long time.”

“How you two holding up?” he asked us.

“As best as we can, how about you? I’ve seen those Youtube videos you’ve been doing on your page.” Gwil said.

“You know those were jokes, especially that last one. I just wanted to get a laugh out of everyone, or have them hate me.”

“No one could hate you Joey.” I said with a smile.

“Aww thanks mini-Lee. How’s classes been?” I let out a groan as I once again flopped on my bed which made Joe laugh.

“I am just thankful that this is all over. At first I thought online classes would be easy but one of my professors was technology challenged. Another one would sometimes forget to do a lesson, and then of course blackboard could barely operate long enough for me to submit an assignment which caused some of them to be late.”

“Well like you said it’s over now.” Joe assured me.

“Oh hey I saw that Jurassic Park livestream you did.”

“Oh did you? How come I didn’t see you submit a question or just say hello? I’ve seen your Youtube page so I know your username by heart.”

“Cause I may or may not have also been working on a project. But chose the livestream over the project.”

“Nice going Joe, you’ve turned my cousin into a procrastinator.” Gwil complained.

“Hey at least she has Jurassic Park unlike you Gwilym Lee! Serious shame on you for not owning it! This is why mini-Lee is the coolest out of the two of you.” I snarked out a mock laugh as I stuck my tongue out.

“Ganging up against me okay I see how it is you two.”

“Oh come now cousin dear, we’re just messing around.”

“Messing around? If we’re messing with Gwil then I want a part of it.” Soon another picture came up and there lying on his side was Ben Hardy.

“Benjamin!” Joe screamed joyously.

“Hi Ben.” I sung out.

“Hey (y/n).” he waved at me with a wink. “Now going back to teasing Gwilym.”

“You guys are officially gonna be blocked right after this.” My cousin groaned. We all laughed when I told him.

“Again cousin, we’re teasing you. So Ben, what brings you here?”

“What can’t I pop in and say hello?” I giggled.

“I see nothing wrong with it. Oh hey get this; I finally got around to watching 6 Underground.”

“And what did you think of it?”

“The first 10 minutes were insane! And truthfully I never really understood Michael Bay films, but this one—definitely my favorite. I loved it Ben, really.”

“Well thank you (n/n). Thank you.”

“Never did I think I needed to see both you and Ryan Reynolds on screen together….”

“Whoa okay easy there (n/n)!” Joe interrupted me.

“Oi you get your mind out of the gutters! And you say it’s the fans that make what you say to the extreme.” I scowled him.

“Trust me, I’ve known him for over 10 years and he still doesn’t grow up.” Another voice stated and soon two more familiar faces popped up on screen, stuck in quarantine together in LA were Rami and Lucy. And then a split second later another face came on the screen, it was none other than Alan Leech.

“Hey, Rami, Lu-lu, Alan!” I cheered.

“Hey (y/n)!” the three of them said as they waved.

“God I feel like I’m getting spoiled, got the entire BoRhap family together for the first time in like—forever.”

“It’s crazy.” Alan said.

“Definitely.” Agreed Rami.

“Maybe when this whole thing blows over we should all get together some time in New York.” Offered Joe.

“I’m down with it.” Ben said.

“Me too.” Lucy agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, (n/n), Ben and I could fly out together.” Said Gwil.

“I’m down with that. Now that I’m done with school, I can do what I want now.”

“So guys now that we’re all here shall we begin?” Lucy said.

“Begin what? Gwil what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well (n/n), when this whole quarantine shutdown and school cancellations started affecting the class of 2020 we all felt bad that you couldn’t graduate the way you hoped you would.” Gwil said before Joe continued.

“So Gwil called all of us up via the Whatsapp chat, as well as our daily zoom calls. To gather us all together on your ‘last day’ of college.”

“To celebrate your own Virtual college graduation party!” Rami cheered. At that point everyone either threw confetti, blew on graduation blowers, or holding up signs that said CONGRATS 2020 GRADUATE!!!

I covered my mouth with my hands speechless and tried to hold back the tears.

“Ohh you guys.”

“Since you couldn’t have a college graduation party, we figure we’d bring the party to you. See not even this pandemic can stop us from celebrating our Mini-Lee’s ultimate milestone.” Ben said as he set down his congrats sign.

“And also expect some gifts within the next few weeks, depending on how the mailing services do with overseas gifts.” Alan said.

“Aww thanks you guys, you didn’t have to.”

“We know, but we wanted to. Let us spoil you even through this pandemic.” Said Joe.

“Thanks guys, this—really means a lot to me.” I wiped a hidden tear that strayed down the corner of my eye. They all awed at me that’s when Gwil lifted up a small graduation cake.

“I know, I know this’ll be ridiculous but just humor me will yah?” I smiled and nodded. He lit up the 2020 candles and held it just high enough for me to see the top part of the candles.

“CONGRATS (Y/N) LEE! CLASS OF 2020!!!” everyone proclaimed at once which made me smile and I blew out towards the screen. Gwil then blew out the candles for me as everyone else cheered and clapped.

“Thanks so much you guys. Really, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“We’re happy to do it (y/n). If it makes your day a little bit brighter in these dark times.” Rami said.

“It did Rami, it really did.”

“Well hope we can make this even better cause I’ve also got a part 2 to this little surprise. But in order for that to happen, everyone else has got to go otherwise you won’t really be able to see it as clearly.” Gwil said.

“Aww man.” I whined.

“No worries mini-Lee, your cousin added you to our BoRhap Whatsapp chat and I’ll send you a link to our zoom channel if you ever wanna chat with us again.” Joe said with a wink.

“Thanks Joe. And thanks everyone take care and stay safe.” They all waved and bid me goodbye with waves or blowing kisses at me and one by one they signed off till it was once again just Gwil and I.

All I could see across his bearded face was that cheeky grin he does whenever he’s trying to hide something.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just the fact that I’ll be the best cousin once you see part 2 of your special surprise.”

“What did you do?”

“If I told you it won’t be a surprise now would it? Now let’s see, god I hope they get it.” He muttered the last part to himself. It took a few minutes till finally another screen popped up and standing there in his room was Adam Lambert. I fangirled in my seat and covered my mouth trying to contain my squeals.

“Hey girlfriend!” he greeted with a wave.

“Adam oh my god!”

“How’s it going?”

“It’s been going. Finally submitted my last paper. So I’m officially done with school forever.”

“Yaas Queen!” he snapped. “So how’s it feel to be a college graduate?”

“Well it’d be better if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic.”

“Understandable, but hey you’ve worked hard for this so be proud of yourself no matter what’s going on in the world right now.” I nodded with a shrug. “And to celebrate your graduation, your cousin whipped up another little surprise for you.”

“Oh my god Gwil you didn’t!” I gasped. He merely raised a brow at me cheekily as he bit his lip back from a smile.

“Hey guys you there?!” Adam called out and soon enough two more screens came on and the picture revealed to be both Brian May and Roger Taylor. Brian sitting on his couch while Roger looked to be in his basement with his drumkit.

At this point, I had lost my shit. I was fangirling to the max at this rate but tried to calm down.

“Hi (y/n), congratulations of graduating.” Brian greeted me.

“Major achievement there love. Congrats.” Roger added.

“Oh my god…..Gwil this is—how……”

“I knew you’d love it (n/n). Plus I knew this would cheer you up after our last conversation we had last week. You really needed some cheering up.”

“So guys are we ready to do this?” asked Adam.

“I’m ready to go if you both are.” Said Brian as he took his Red Special and set it on his lap and Roger twirled his drumstick.

“(Y/n), this is for you love. Hopefully when this whole mess is over, you can finally go out there and reach your dream job. Till then we hope you enjoy this.” Roger said.

It was then both Roger and Brian began playing the tune for ‘we are the champions’ but as Adam began singing the song, it turns out that they were actually singing their new song, ‘You are the champions’ dedicated to the first responders worldwide.

But now they were playing it in my honor as a college graduate. As they continued to play the song, I allowed the tears to flow down my face as I laced my hand over my heart.

God—never did I think that through this pandemic would I be happy. From having to never see any of my friends I made in college again, to not having my whole family come to the house to celebrate, or going out to party with some of my friends. But this—right here and now, my cousin made it all up to me all the way from London.

At this point, I knew that I was officially the luckiest person in the world. All thanks to my favorite cousin, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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rai-knightshade · 3 years

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Thank you to @impossiblepluto for tagging me in this one!!

Tumblr fic year in review:

Number of fics completed this year: 16 (counting all 8 individual chapters of the Ficlet Collection as individual fics because they're not really connected)

Total Word Count: 44,830 (HOLY SHIT!)

Fandoms Written in: Macgyver, Ever After High, and then technically NCIS and H50 but they were part of a one-off story and I only pulled a couple characters for a couple lines each

Did you write more, less, or about what you expected this year?: definitely more, considering I don't really call myself a fic writer, so writing out nearly 50,000 words?!?! Holy shit!!!!!

What's your favorite story of the year, personally?: I dunno, I like all my fics (hence why I wrote them), but... I think I'm most proud of Good Grief, one of the ficlets in the Ficlet Collection; it's unique among my fics in tone, pacing, and style, but I'm super proud of it.

Did you take any writing risks this year?: Good Grief was a bit of a risk considering the weird formatting of the flashbacks, but considering Macgyver is a whump fandom through and through I think it wasn't that risky community opinion-wise. I also took the risk of posting a fic that wasn't completely written/planned/finished in the Professors Macdalton AU, which... Kinda backfired cause now idk that I'll finish it 😭😭😭 I'm sorry I want to but I can't find the inspiration anymooorrreee 😔😔

Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?: I'm kinda playing it by ear but I WOULD very much like to do the wedding fics that I planned for this year's Cairo Week to tie in with all the art that I'd made smh. It was right there... And then the inspo just poofed, I'm so mad. But I got inspo for the chapter titles and I know what I want to write, I just need to write it, so maybe this year... Also! I want to write a fic about Mac and Jack and Brady helping Arista celebrate Dia del Muertos this year; I've been wanting to write that for a while now and I just haven't gotten around to it, but it's important to me that they get that story told because one of the things I've tried to be clear about with this family is that they're intentionally multicultural and they try to honor Arista's origins specifically. That combined with just how many loved ones have died in their little family, and I think Dia del Muertos is probably one of the most important, uh, holidays? I guess? To them, since it gives them a chance to honor all they've lost while still celebrating the lives they had with them and the life they continue to have now. Also, outside of Macgyver, I wanna write more EAH fic, but idk how that'll get written tbh.

Most popular story of the year?: going by Kudos, it's (I Swear) By the Moon and the Stars in the Sky, aka the Macdalton first date fic, with 65 Kudos and 4 bookmarks! It's one of my other fave fics so I can't complain. Going by sheer comments the title would go to the Ficlet Collection, but that's cause there's 8 individual fics there so people were commenting every chapter.

My most Underappreciated story (imo): uhhhhh probably Rain is Falling From the Sky (It Never Touches You, You're Way Up High), because my other fics have been getting kudos in the 30+ range but this one only got 15, and one comment that wasn't me. Then again it centers on my previously unknown OC's with canon characters only tangentially included so it's not... Unexpected. It was written for me and I like it and that's what matters, right?

Most Fun story to write?: I think that title might have to go to all the ficlets in the Ficlet Collection, because they're all short, sweet and have a variety of different stories that I got to tell in a short amount of time. Writing them was low pressure and literally just for fun, and that's what made them fun. Of all the ficlets I think the most fun was Jack's dream fic (Sarah Smiles) cause it was fun being intentionally nonsensical with the worldscape

Biggest Disappointment?: Either the fact that I never got around to writing more in the Professors AU, or the fact that I never got around to writing the Wedding fic(s). Although arguably it might be just my lack of fic writing in general for most of the year, but I'm blaming that on the pandemic and labelling it a dreaming period (cause I also didn't draw much during those months, but now I'm back to writing and drawing again)

Biggest Surprise: the fact that I just wrote another ficlet after, what, 6 months? About love, cause that kinda popped into my brain and got written in like two weeks or something. If I write and post the other idea I have for today it'll be that one cause that will have gotten out in the span of days; we'll see tho. I've at least started it.

Tagging, uh, @panchostokes @lavendersblues @purplecolouredglasses @readingwriter92 @thesorrowoflizards and anyone else who hasn't already been tagged yet that's written fic this year!

#myposts #tag game

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Birthday Challenge Day 12 (2001)

Requested by: @ruggile

Song: Thank you by Dido

Wordcount: 577

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Johnny Utah x Reader

It had been a shit day.

Why did you agree to go out with your friends yesterday? It was a weekday and no way they would let you just stop at one drink. They kept nagging at you until you downed another shot, had another beer, and pretty soon, the room was spinning and you couldn’t stand upright without help.

Sure, you had more fun in one night that you managed the entire month, but was it worth the headache, a queasy stomach, and the permanent foul taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you brushed your teeth?

And you still had to deal with Agent Harp shrill tone, complaining about everything and nothing during the morning meeting and the smell of greasy food that upturned your gut, even more, making you clench your teeth and count your breaths to try and suppress your gag reflex.

When you finally got to go back to your desk, there was a pile of case reports to review, which would only add to your headache, considering you could barely keep your eyes open. You should’ve called in sick this morning.

Dropping on your chair with a sigh, you rested your head on the cool surface of the desk, willing the pounding on your head to subside even if just a little so you could be remotely functional.

You considered taking yet another aspirin, but after two first thing in the morning and another two on the way to work, as well as three cups of the strongest coffee you could make, you were pretty sure if you took another, you would punch a hole in your stomach or poison yourself.

The noise of glass hitting wood sounded loud to your sensitive ears and the smell of pickles made your stomach twist and you dry-heaved for a second.

“Fuck! Are you trying to kill me, Utah?” You pushed the glass aside as you glanced at the brunette agent just looked at you with a smirk.

“Just drink it. It will help with your hangover.”

You looked at the glass dubiously, the thick red liquid seemed so wrong and smelled completely foul. You grimaced and turned back at him.

“No, thanks.”

“Fine.” He took the glass. “But Sharp wants to see you in five.”

“Shit! Ok!” you rushed to say, grabbing his arm. “Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“I swear.” Johnny grinned, offering the glass again. “You’ll be good as new.”

You must be really desperate to trust Utah, but what other choice did you have? You took the glass, pinched your nose and downed the damn thing in one go, trying not to gag at the awful taste. How could it be sickly sweet and disgustingly salty at the same time? You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, feeling nausea increasing dangerously, but when a cool hand pressed against your nape, it seemed to make everything recede as fast as it started.

“Don’t move just yet,” Utah asked, his thumb massaging your hairline and you could smell the menthol he was rubbing on your skin. His other hand scrapped your scalp lightly and you sighed in relief and pleasure. “How’s that? Feel better?”

“Yeah,” you looked up at him as he pulled his hands away and you already missed them. “Thank you, Johnny.”

“No problem, rookie.” He grinned at you. “Now, pop a mint and go see what the boss man wants.”

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (2)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn't have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2 {reading now}

You didn't do happy dances often, because usually there weren't many things that made you happy enough to dance for. But when you woke up after having the most splendid dream to an email that read:

'Hello Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N, and thank you for applying for the role as Jess. We have reviewed your audition tape and were quite pleased with what we saw. For the next step in the hiring process, we ask that you come to the same site yet again today at 3 PM for a go through with your possible costar, without the script. If that time isn't good for you, please return this email in its entirety so that we can reschedule, and if the time sounds good we can't wait to see you today. Thank you.'

...a happy dance seemed to be necessary, right?

Your excitement bubbled as you put on a light pink crop and a pair of simple blue jean shorts. The look was overall simple- too simple for you, so you decided to top it off with a few hair-clips, a coat of lip gloss on your lips, and lastly some sweet-smelling lotion on your bare arms and legs.

It seemed as though 3 came quickly, but you made sure you were there by 2:50. 'Better to be early than late', you always told yourself. You always stuck by that.

Walking into the building with your pink jelly wedges clicking against the marble floor you signed in. To your surprise, they called you in at 2:55, earlier than you were expecting.

"Y/N! Punctual and looking gorgeous as usual," said one of the co-producers, Mary, and to your surprise she greeted you with a hug. She was the woman that showed the most hospitality to you through out the time you had been auditioning, a sweet, short little woman that smelled like this mornings coffee.

"Aw thank you, you're so sweet," you smiled letting off of the hug and readjusting the crop.

"So Angus is running a bit late, it happens a lot so feel free to sit over there with the other girls and we'll just see where this takes you guys sound good?"

You wondered how he was running late when it was only 2:57, but you just agreed with a smile and walked over to sit with a small group of girls. All of them glared at you as you sat down, so you decided to weigh out the competition.

You weren't one to judge- or you tried not to be- but god these girls were bland. No hair-clips, no lip gloss- not even a smile. Almost all of them wore the same, a white button up blouse with black slacks, black ballet flats, and kept their hair tied back with a colorful scrunchie. Blonde, with perfectly painted nails and you would bet money they had pedicures to match. There was nothing wrong with them, but they seemed to not know how to have fun from the energy they were giving off, and how boring it must be to have no fun. You honestly almost couldn't help but to feel worried though, was there a dress code in the email that you missed?

More girls began to filter in as the next 10 minutes passed, at least some of them seemed to actually have a personality.

"Okay well imma call you back, I got some business to do- oh you know it you feel me!? Nah wit' the show, like auditioning with all these girls or sum. Yeah okay bet imma call you later anyway, bye."

3:13.

"Angus, you're late." Mary spoke up with a sigh, "I don't want any excuses from you, lets kick this into high gear shall we?"

"Who was giving excuses though like... I just be cancelling my alarm, nobody got time for waking up before 2:45 anyway."

That made you laugh a bit, and apparently louder than you expected, because the whole room, Angus included turned their heads to look at you. Mary shook her head and just looked at the list she held, and you lowered your eyes to look down at the carpeting. "Alright let's start. Girls exit the room, the auditions are one on one with just us, you, and Angus to avoid pressure and judgment."

You all stood up, heading towards the door to pile out.

"Y/N, stay."

Why'd you feel like you were about to get in trouble for laughing or some shit?

You turned around and walked to the center of the room by Angus, but you didn't look up at him. You could feel him watching you and considering you had no idea what he was thinking, you hated it.

"Well you two know what to do, start when you feel comfortable. Y/N has the first line."

You turned your body towards him and looked up, he was a lot taller than you...you felt like a little person.

Before you got too flustered, you let out a shaky breath and started. "But baby, come on you can do so much more, you can- we can travel the world or some corny shit like that, that's what you always wanted to do when we were kids. You don’t have to sell, and we can bring Ash with u-"

"Yeah well we ain't kids no more. Traveling takes money, I put all I got into stuff that's actually useful. I shoulda never gotten attached to you and shit again, damn you always do this."

"Fez..." your voice softened as you remembered this part of the script: 'Jess stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Fez's neck, pulling him down to her. Fez places his hands on her waist and...'

You did as the script said and he did as well. Feeling his hands on your bare waist you looked into his eyes- they were quite gorgeous- and continued on. "You say you want me but you don't act upon it. How am I supposed to be here if you don't open up to me-"

He let go of you and rolled his eyes, "Girl I got shit to do. So you can leave if you finna do allat."

"For fucks SAKE you're- God you're just frustrating! What do you have to do? Go sell? Go talk to Mouse and risk your goddamn life again because there's a drop of blood on money that you stole?! Its so hard to love you and you don't get that!"

"Its hard to love me? Me? Come on. How hard do you think it is to love a bitch with daddy issues that wants to watch Sailor Moon every night- I hate that shit! But I watch it for you- and you just complain about your dad not loving you and how he never coming back? Well maybe you should realize that shits true and move on from it all you do is-"

Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you immediately turned to walk away but were quickly pulled back into Angus- excuse me, Fez’s chest, your back against him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that shit."

You elbowed him in the chest- softly- causing him to groan and let go "You know you meant it. That's it Fez, I'm done." You walked away slowly ruffling your hair-

"Scene! Holyyyyyy wow that was amazing! The passion- are you guys sure you've never acted together before?"

You turned around jokingly bowing as you wiped your tears from the corners of your eyes. Angus laughed and came over to you shaking your hand. "You're good. I like yo' energy too, I hope to see you around set or sum."

You swallowed thickly, if you got this role you could not be this nervous around him everyday.

"It's not hard when I'm acting with someone so talented." You said softly, letting go of his hand after he shook it. He smiled with a chuckle "Thank you, thank you."

There was a strange tension between you two- why? You didn't know exactly, but you knew it wasn't only on your end. You thanked everyone for their time and they said they'd keep in touch. With one last glance at Angus- who had never stopped looking at you- you gave him a gentle smile and then walked out.

You rushed to the bathroom and into a stall, letting out a breath you didn't even know you had been holding in. You thought everything over, the tension, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the look of approval Mary had on her face when you two finished. You'd surprisingly never felt more confident about a role you'd tried out for, and due to that you couldn't seem to stop smiling.

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another-mexico-oc · 4 years

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The most used Mexico´ cliches in fanfiction and comics (And surely this can apply to any other OC)

Traducción en Español: AQUÍ

DISCLAIMER:

This post DOES NOT intend to throw shit and attack specific authors or their work, so out of respect we will not mention names. If you have read my other posts you will know that this only has the purpose of entertaining and to give a personal opinion.

Also, this does not intend to be a manual or guide on how to write a good comic or fanfic. It is only a compilation of repetitive elements found throughout these works.

Now, let's continue ...

Hi! How are you doing? I hope you are safe at home, and in case you have to go outside take your precautions.

I have been in Hetalia's fandom for more than a year, and the Countryhumans' less than a year, and both my cousin and I have seen and read enough material from Mexico's OCs, enough to compile in a list the most popular cliches when reading a fanfic or comic which involves this character. As I said at the beginning, this is not a guide of what to do and what not, but we invite creators to find new ways to tell the same stories (or even new ones) differently and to not fall into the predictable.

( Perhaps it is because in my university career one of my teachers was very demanding with coherent scripts and stories, and that she tended to review them 10 times before giving the approval, that I became very demanding with the creation of stories and characters. But that's my personal issue! )

Sarcastically, this should be called "The clichés that cannot be miss for your Mexico´ story" :

1. The Mexico´OC was created ONLY to be the love interest of another character (the author's favorite):

In the same way, the author´ comics and fanfics will be of the romantic genre, and it will involve his favorite ship (or his various ships if he/she is a multi-shipper). Making a brief conclusion, there are few works in which Mexico stands out as a character, without having the love interest, or the famous harem, as the main plot.

And if you were curious, here is a chart that shows the most used ships in the Hetalia´ case, although in 2020 it may have slight changes:

(Denmark and Norway?! I have never found any fic about them being paired with Mexico)

2. María Sue and Gary Estuardo:

More cliché this could not be. Even when I´m mexican myself, I realize that the representation of my country has received the Mary Sue treatment by the fandom, both in Hetalia and in Countryhumas, and mostly by the latino and mexican community. I already talked about this HERE, but I'll summarize it:

Regardless of whether Mexico is a man or a woman:

- They will be the center of the universe, all the characters will kiss the ground they step on, they will be the most cute person in the world, without flaws, and their greatest virtue will be his or her ethereal beauty that will make everyone to fall in love with them, with just an eye blink.

- It´s never their fault and they will never face the consequences of their actions, e.g. causing WW3. What's even more, he or she is just a poor victim of the evil countries that want to take advantage of his/her territory.

- Having got laid or dating half of the world will not cause them serious consequences or a negative reputation.

- Personality? Oh my, that´s very complicated to write, instead I will narrate how my female Mexico arrived at the restaurant with a dress that highlighted her feminine attributes and how her long and abundant hair made more than one person to sigh; Or how my male Mexico wore tight pants that showed his perfect toned legs, and that when he smiled he made blush every country.

If it was a parody, I'd accept Mexico to be a Mary Sue or a Gary Stu. But usually the authors want you to take the story and the character seriously. So... nope.

3. Plots taken from soap operas, or telenovelas:

Believe it or not, there are authors who have admitted that their Mexico´ fanfics are based on mexican telenovelas. And the worst thing is that telenovelas have the most cliche stories in the world! Think about it, you have a good and humble, but kind of dumb person, who in this case is going to be Mexico, who falls in love with a handsome and rich person, who will obviously be a first world country, but there is someone who wants to finish their romance. You also have forced marriages, fights, misunderstandings, slaps, super dramatic scenes, passionate scenes, cheesy titles...

Mix all this elements together, and you will get:

For comedy purpose, we will be using my OC)

4. The fanfic or comic always, ALWAYS, has to start with a world meeting:

I propose a challenge for you and your friends. Gather together and search for Mexico fanfics, no matter the fandom where you all came from. Take a shot, or put a coin in a jar, for every time the first chapter begins at a meeting.

And almost always it is here where the author builds the romantic story, examples:

“It was a normal day in the boardroom, everyone was arguing while Germany (United Nations if it is a Countryhumans fic) tried in vain to put order and discipline. Only a nation was waiting for a certain person with brown skin and delicate features, to enter through that great door… ”

“Suddenly, a brown skin girl with black and curly hair (Seriously guys, where did you got the idea your average mexican girl has natural curly hair?!) entered the room, and the entire room went silent. Everyone who was there had something to do with that young lady, and seeing her there, turned into a full woman, left them stunned. She was gorgeous.”

Another cliché, but this one can be in any story, is: "Realizing that it was getting late, he got up, took off his pajamas, groomed, combed his hair, and put on his yellow shirt with his ...". There are several ways to start the story without the famous world meeting and the character's morning routine.

5. The harem and love triangles (or any other geometric shape):

This cliché could not be missing either. There are a lot of Mexico x TheWorld´ fanfics. As I said before, I am not against the shipping and the harem of Mexico, each one is free to ship whatever they like, as long as there is respect between the community.

But even when an author wants to focus on a single couple, let's take for example Canada x Mexico, he necesarily has to include USAMex and RusMex as secondary couples, and at some point it gets exhausting and reforces the Mary Sue treatment. It seems that for many authors, Mexico's international relations automatically translate into a “romantic relationship”, and not into a friends or business partners one.

And also, the construction of the relationship it feels sometimes very empty. The author doesn't give time to show how they become a couple or how they found the chemistry in the other. In the third chapter they are already making out!

6. The toxicity:

Oh yeah.

I don't blame this clichá, my cousin and I concluded that healthy relationships are rare in Hetalia and Countryhumans. Practically all countries have one or two flaws that at first sight makes them look toxic. And in Mexico's fanfics and comics, particularly those involving USAMex, the character gets involved in a possessive and codependent relationship.

If Mexico is not a dominant male or a femme fatale, it will be a submissive character who will allow all kinds of abuse. Or in each chapter he or she will doubt about his/her relationship, and will make their partner jealous.

To write a healthy relationship, you must work on the characters' strengths and make them both face their flaws, but instead, the authors take these flaws and make them the basis of the relationship.

7. The party´ chapter in which things get ... heavily crazy:

Okay, so we have our first chapter at the world meeting, where we establish the main couple. Now what we need is the stage for the lovebirds to confess their love ... while being drunk. In many works we will find the countries gathered at a party (usually a Latino party), and the author will narrate all the crazy events that occur, including how Mexico and his sweetheart, will confess their feelings after having taken a few bottles, and sometimes this gets to ...

8. The chapter (or chapters) + 18

This is almost a requirement for many fanfic´ writers, and is always written in the same way. The author will narrate you in detail from the moment they begin to undress until the climax moment.

9. Spain will never stop calling Mexico "New Spain", despite the fact that more than 200 years have passed since the country's independence and its recognition:

And in the case of Hetalia, Mexico must have the same last name as Spain: Hernández Carriedo. Yes, in the same way that United States last name is not Jones, but Kirkland, like its ex-colonizer England; or that Belarus last name is Braginski as his brother Russia, and not Arlovskaya.

Also, although Spain continues to call Mexico "New Spain", he will never call Argentina "Rio de la Plata" or Colombia "New Granada". Similarly, England and France will never call America and Canada "13 Colonies" and "New France" respectively. It seems to be something exclusive for Spain and Mexico.

10. Repetitive references and jokes, or lack of knowledge about the country.

Paco the chihuahua dog, Mexico and Sudamericans fighting over the avocado´s name, Mexico having flashbacks of his/her past with the Aztec Empire and with the USA when they were colonies, Mexico complaining about his/her rulers and corruption within the country, Mexico crying over Texas, Mexico demonstrating his/her beautiful culture to other countries …

Not to mention when someone makes an Mexico OC and his knowledge of the country is very basic: tacos, sombreros, Day of the Dead, always hot climate, the wall issue with America, Aztec and Maya as the only ancestors of Mexico, Texas, burritos... Sorry if I sound rude but, those people need to read and investigate more, and watch less movies where Mexico has that yellow filter.

11. Bad translations

Okay, this is something exclusive of the spanish speaking fandom, but I´ll tell you what´s their issue.

Some author had the brilliant idea to make the dialogues of the countries in their respective languages, followed by placing the Spanish translation in parentheses, and from there many followed suit. The problem is when you notice that they don´t speak or understand the language, and instead they use the Google translator, obtaining results like this:

There have been several occasions when I am reading America and England´ dialogues, and it makes me want to write in the comment section: “DON´T USE THE GOOGLE TRANSLATOR! ” I wouldn´t know what to say from the rest of the countries, since my French is very basic,and I have hardly learned one phrase from the others languages.

My advise for these authors is to find a person who is fluent in the language and who can help them with the dialogues. Or even better, try to avoid this cliché, because at the end of the day people will only read the translation, and it is already implied that each country speaks in its respective language. Also doing this is very pretentious.

The less you can do is to add in the dialogues well know words, like adiós, hola, bonjour, ciao...

12. Changing the canon personalities. Or worse: turn a loved character into a villain.

I already said this HERE too. Basically, for the author to make his Mexico an empathic character and to make other countries to fall in love with him or her, they must conveniently change their canon personalities. This applies more in Hetalia than in Countryhumans, since this last one belongs to the community and nobody can establish what is canon and what is not. On the other hand, in Hetalia the characters already have their own personalities, and neither plays the role of villain. And there is a big difference between being an antagonist or a villain, but I´ll let you to investigate it yourself.

This cliché is closely related to the Mary Sue treatment, because if I want readers to empathize with Mexico, I must turn another character into an evil person who is going to put him through hardships. And normally this character is the United States or America, whatever you call him.

If I want Russia or Germany to fall in love with Mexico, I must rewrite their characters and throw out the unstable part of Russia, and Germany's little experience regarding romantic relationships, just to make them the most romantic and sentimental people in the world.

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There you have it! I think I already roasted 80% of Mexico fanfiction and fanart, but is not like they are going to dissapear with this post. On the good side, for every time I cringed reading some of these works, I have saved a good amount money, you must try it. I should try an aside blog where I criticize bad fanfiction... But at the moment, that´s all for today! See ya!

#mun says #personal opinion #hws mexico #aph mexico #hetalia mexico #countryhumans mexico #fanfiction reviews #clichés

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Lust: Good Woman - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

...You all knew this one was going last, right?

Obvious Sway tie in is Obvious. Sorry.

Here’s a little Florida Heat for December*

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: @waytoplantann you are a saint 🙏 I know you have waited so long for this one... 6 months, to be exact. I hope you enjoy! 💙💜 UGH-! SO much of this album is just so perfect for some of Ben’s characters. It just makes me happy I get to use a lot of it on my fics... I mean I could have chosen a whole bunch of songs, but I knew how I wanted this smut to play out - and this song is perfect ❤🙏 Although you won’t have to read ‘Sway’ at all to understand this... I just... I really like writing for them... And, y’know... Anything to fill in what I haven’t before... Things to know before you read: The tattoo to which Danny refers is a Psalm. Hence the joke.

Disclaimer: Bloodline plot / characters / etc not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: Danny invites you to spend the weekend with him in Keys... and you will do anything to seduce him back to your room...

Words: 11,244

Warnings: Smut (If that wasn’t obvious) / Drinking / Swearing

_________ When you were young, there were some things You had planned out, a map of your dreams If some pull through, and if some fall away I promise to you, this one's gonna stay I'll sway like a tree when you need a change I'll travel the world or stay in one place I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door 'Cause you got my back and I got yours You've got good love, a good woman Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman If you need my arms to hold you together They'll be right here to hold you forever Sometimes we won't know the road that we'll face But we'll get where we're going even if we're late I'll keep you warm beneath the sheets The weight of the world's got nothing on me...

--- noun

Lust is a psychological force producing intense wanting or longing for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion.

Strong sexual desire

A very powerful feeling of wanting something

Danny strolled down the corridor of your apartment, humming to himself. You hadn’t left for work yet, but you were certainly dressed for it. “Good Morning, baby girl.” You were reading something on your kitchen island, but he watched the way the smirk spread across your face at the sound of his voice. You finished the paragraph and your eyes flicked up to meet his; “Mornin’ Darlin’…” you bit your lip gently; “Did you sleep well?” “…If I had my way, we wouldn’t have slept at all…” He folded his arms and his body followed his head tilt. You shook your head at him; “Shouldn’t try to sleep with me the night before I have an important work event then, should you?” “…TRY. Oh-! I didn’t realise I only tried.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh as he sauntered over to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss “It was a good try. You were very persuasive…” “I’m sure I was.” “But-! I do have to go to work…” You tried to pull yourself out of his grip; but he held you there “Danny-!” “No no…” He kisses you again gently; “I have a question baby girl, you can’t leave.” “Oh?” You smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his messy hair in an attempt in vain to neaten it; “…Which is…?”

He growled gently at the sensation of your fingers tangled in his curls again… Last night flooded back to him; the way you always did that… He could feel your nails digging into his biceps again and threatened to shudder. “I’m thinking of going down to the Keys again this weekend. Just make a little bit more. I mean, mom seems okay with it… John’s up for it… I guess they gotta persuade dad… But, what I wanted to ask is if I do go, do you wanna come with me?” You studied his face a little uncertainly; “…You want me to come down to the Keys?” “Yeah. Just… it’ll literally be Friday to Monday – if you need to stay to do work we’ll leave later, and return earlier… I just… Didn’t really want to be alone down there. And… was sure you wouldn’t want to be alone here.” You removed your fingers from his hair and raised an eyebrow, folding your arms to match the way he had seconds earlier; “Uh, if you’re working will I not be alone there?” “Ask your parents to come then… They’d do th-” “God, No. Can’t I have one weekend with my boyfriend where he was raised, alone!?” you smirked “I’m sure I’ll have you to myself at some point, right? Besides, I can busy myself with people I like in the Keys when you’re busy. I can just check you out when you work instead!” You winked and ducked out of his arms, picking up your bag and keys “Baby, I’m there.” You gave him a wink “How can I possibly miss out in watching you rake that beach? Considering how hot you look when you do it?” He had opened his mouth to say something, but he hadn’t got it out yet – figures he wouldn’t actually have protested…! You laughed, closing the door on him. “Later, babe!” “Y/N!!!”

*** You shared the drive down to the Keys in your truck, meaning you could fill the car with your playlist. It was a little unnerving to you how much he could remember; how much he had learned himself. But you were hardly going to complain as you both sang along. Even when belted into a car like this, you also better believe that you were both dancing. He took your hand often as he drove, and it was obvious he didn’t ever want to let go. Danny never did. He always held you like it might be the last time. Like if he dared let you go you would never come back. Obviously that was never going to be a reality as long as you could help it, but it made you wonder how many times it has happened before. Too many. You were willing to bet. Danny had lost too much because it just let go.

He took the truck as costal as he could, loving the feel of that sea air that always called him home. Home was with you now, but it wound its way through the streets of Miami all the same. So that analogy was still correct. Going home with you made it home. Not that it was home anymore... You had navigated out of Miami and it was his turn to lead you to Islamorada.

Sooner than expected you were up on the Overseas Highway and laughing. You both knew you’d made good time. Even with a break. And as Danny slowed the car down to take in the view you leant over and kissed his cheek. Making him chuckle and bite his lip; “Thank you.” “For driving? Baby girl... it’s no problem.” “Well, thank you for a lot of things... but yeah that too.” He pulled your car smoothly into the driveway; “I’d valet it but... I mean, I wanna drive you right up to your door.” “So you want to be my valet?” You smirked to accompany your raised eyebrow. But Danny cracked a grin and didn’t miss it; “Yes M’am!” He sent a wave to Manny and rolled the car around the back of the bungalows. “Aw. Shit.” You turned back to him with a laugh “What?” “Course. I was doing this to make life easier but I didn’t get the keys, did I... Hang on...” he blew out air, “...Well, you’re probably used to this. Just walk real slow!” He leant over to steal a kiss before you could ask what he was on about and opened the door, running for the house. You shook your head, looking after him, and removed the keys from this ignition.

You collected your bags from the back and strolled around to the front of the row of bungalows. But the time you got there he was sprinting out of the back of the house and across the sand, determined to reach the front door before you did. So you slowed down your walk, with a smile, each step taking no less than 5 seconds. Danny hopped up onto the porch with a laugh and placed his hand against the door, holding the keys out to you and trying not to breathe like it had been any more strenuous than an afternoon stroll. You looked around in mock disbelief “Well-! What do you know, I guess you got here before me…” He cracked up; “Well, you know...” he tried to compose himself “She deserves nothing less than the best!” You held his bag out; “Her boyfriend still makes her carry his things though.” For a second he looked disappointed in himself; “Well damn. He’s an idiot.” “Good thing he’s my idiot, really.” “Oh yeah...?” He unlocked the door and slid in “Why is that?” You studied the number carefully. Three?! Wasn’t that the one that consistently had problems? “Because I love him dearly... that’s why...” “Oh believe me, he’s glad of that…” Danny smiled, turning back to you and handing the keys out again; “These are yours.” You took them, “Do I have this one because no one else wanted it?” “What-!?” He placed his hands on his hips “What would make you think that!” “Three’s the one that always breaks, right?” He feigned ignorance “What are you talking about! This is the best one…” “DANNY!” “Okay…! Okay…! There are others available but this one is strategic. See, if there’s any problems I can come and fix them… I’m gonna be on a busy schedule I know that… so, you’re probably only going to get to see me morning or evening. And, because that’s just not fair on you, I bet there’s something broken that might take me a while to sort. And I’d need you here, of course, to tell me exactly what the problem was.” “Oh…” You raised an eyebrow; “You think your parents wouldn’t know your game?” “Hey, if it needs fixing it needs fixing!” He shrugged “Can they stop me from doing my job?!” Danny reached out, taking your wrist and pulling you to him; “Because I don’t think they can… Wouldn’t want bad reviews from you and your family name now… would they?” “Mmm… Guess not…” You murmured against his lips, now millimetres from yours. “Thata girl… you’re catching on…” He closed the non-existent gap. “So, you have until this afternoon to find a problem for me to fix…” He winked “I suggest you get on it.” *** Find problems you did, with Danny watching you with a smirk on his face. You were technically doing all the hard work for him. But he couldn’t help but think it was cute that the pout on your face only served to get bigger as you discovered everything was nearly in working condition. You came out of the bathroom, defeated “The tap, kinda, leaks.” He raised an eyebrow; “And that’s all?” “Yes.” “That’s unusual. I’m sure we’ll find something else… But… I’ll work on that tap.” He checked his watch “Baby girl, I make it lunch time, so let’s go… See if I can’t make us something…” Danny carried you all the way back to the house across the sand dunes; “Just, don’t make me do this when you walk through my raking again, would you?” You couldn’t help but laugh, clinging to his shoulders as he faked dropping you twice. “I SWEAR TO GOD DANNY RAYBURN!” “Swearing-!? To God-!? Blasphemy!” “Oh my God-!” He gasped “You did it again! Straight to hell, I tell ya!” Setting you down on the porch he smiled; “There. Guess I can also ferry you across the sand. How’s that?” “Oh?” You nuzzled against his face, “So what, I should call upon you whenever I need to move? Can I not touch sand now?” “You should call upon me whenever you need to…” He stepped from the dunes to the steps and laced your fingers with his; “Come on, I’ll fix you a drink too…!”

So you spent your lunch time sitting outside, hand in his, legs across his lap. He tried not to clock watch, but he knew he’d have to get up and start working eventually today. It was fairly calm; most guests had gone out for the day and Danny knew they wouldn’t be back until much later. The forecast dictated it to be fairly nice. The boat was also out, meaning he wouldn’t have to take any tours until at the very earliest, the time it got back… He stretched in his chair and looked back across to you; shades on and basking in the afternoon rays. At least that would mean he’d get to be in the vicinity of you today. “You got work to do…?” You indicated to your cell phone; “No… I’m on call. If they need me I can jump on the laptop but they know I’m here with you. I’ve answered an email or two but… I’m sure they can live without me for a few days.” “I bet not. Are you kidding?” He smiled, brushing his fingers across your legs “Lost. That’s what they’ll be.” In truth, he had seen you typing away on your phone as he drove. He would now assume that to be to work, rather than to your friends. You shuffled in your seat to give him more of your skin to touch; making him smirk. “Still can’t resist me, can ya?” You smirked gently yourself, turning your eyes back to him; “I wasn’t ever very good at it, Mr.Rayburn, I fear it’s only got worse!” He chuckled, allowing his fingertips to continue to dance over you in subtle patterns. “I’d say that was a good thing…” “Oh yeah?” You folded your arms; “Why’s that? This gap is agony.” He pushed his chair out a little way and tossed his head; “Get over here and I’ll show you!” You were only too glad to accept that invitation. *** Danny’s alarm was soft but it still woke you. “Nooo...” it was barely even a groan as you buried your face back in your pillow “I need to go...” He kissed your ear gently “Nooooo....” “I’m sorry darlin’....” He kissed your shoulder and attempted to untangle himself from the sheets. You endeavoured to tangle him with your body instead, but it was only half an effort... and he easily escaped your grip, kissing your fingertips; “Baby girl...” he said it softly “The sooner I leave, the sooner you can have me back...” “That’s no true! You’re working...” “Ahh-! But what about when all my jobs are done?” “Oh come on-! They’ll just find more for you to do...” You rolled onto your back to watch him walk into the bathroom, how the strong swimmers’ muscles in his back moved with him. And that twinge in his shoulder, that pained you and him so much, made him reach backward; “Did you bring your meds?” “Mmm hmmm...”

He flicked the light on and you heard him set about cleaning his teeth; “Good news!” He called back “The tap is significantly worse than it was last night-! I’ll come by and quick fix it!” You laughed “Oh yeah, that’s good news-!” He moved back through into the main room, throwing on a t-shirt and changing his pants quickly before picking up his keys and moving around to your side of the bed. As if to prove it to you, he set the orange bottle of pills down on your bedside table, and swallowed one with your glass of water. “Keep them safe for me okay?” “I will...” “Thank you...” He leant over, brushing his hands down your sides as he kissed you, tasting like toothpaste. “Mmmm... just come back...” “I can’t... Baby, I wish I could...” He kissed your forehead “I don’t have time to make breakfast either... you’re gonna be okay, yeah?” You only let his hand leave yours when you had no choice “Yeah...” you rolled onto your side. Though really you were going to be anything but. “Good, sleep a little longer okay?” Danny gave his best warm smile and a wink, “See you later!” With that he opened the door into the already strong sunlight and left you alone.

Your sigh was sorrowful, and you attempted to catch any more dreams in vain. 30 minutes later you were wide awake, and aware that if you didn’t get up you were going to miss the best part of the day. You dressed quick and set about making yourself breakfast, Danny still had you on his healthy straight and narrow. Making you smile gently as you blended ingredients into a smoothie mixture to pour into a mason jar. “Ah, I’m trend setting...” You laughed to no one in particular, and took you drink outside.

You were right, of course, and you had an undisturbed view of the beach and the endless blue sea stretching out before you. But the scenery wasn’t what you were interested in. Instead your eyes were held by the solitary man dragging a rake through the sand dunes. Neatening the beach for the many guests that would peruse it throughout the day.

You would be one of them, of course, but you decided to leave the beach unspoiled this morning and take your walk later, when your boyfriend would be out of sight. But certainly not out of mind... You stood taking slow sips - and couldn’t help but groan at the satisfaction of what you were seeing. Every so often as he stretched for a part of the beach just out of reach, his shirt would ride up exposing the small of his back and his stomach. Good Lord... What would it take for you to drag him back inside…?

He must have realised that someone was watching him as he twisted his body, and his eyes found you. He smirked; of course. And he knew by the look on your face how badly you wanted to pull him back into the bungalow and have your way with him... what this was doing to you. Danny wanted that almost as bad - but there was something oddly satisfying about watching you want what you couldn’t have. He leant on the rake and offered you a casual wave and a slow wink. The way your lips left your straw and you bit your lip - not even gently, but hard, seductive. But also seduced... - had him laughing to himself. Ohhhh.... This kind of teasing was almost better than sex itself. You took a deep breath, making your chest and shoulders rise; Damn, Y/N… you did good. Your boyfriend is hot AF… You shook your head at him, unimpressed – oh, he’d pay for that, and Danny knew it by the way he raised his eyebrows at you. Almost daring you to stalk across that sand and push him onto it. You didn’t – because a) you’d mess up his beautiful work and b) as much as he would plead the opposite, that was what he wanted. And if he was going to make you suffer, he had to suffer too. You sat out on the bungalow porch to watch him finish and set everything else up on the beach. He stood with his hands on his hips to admire all his handywork; before nodding to himself and walking back across to you. “OH! I’m honoured with a visit!” “I forgot a bunch of stuff…” “Oh. Figures…” He kissed your hair as he re-entered the bungalow; “…Sorry, Baby Girl… Oh-! I’m taking the boat out later so… I’ll be gone for a little while. You gonna be okay?” “Yeah, no problems, you got two brothers and an almost brother-in-law I can talk to.” His footsteps were hard across the floor and he swung around the door frame; “What?!” You laughed; “Oh I knew that’d get a reaction.” “John I kinda get, but fucking Kevin?! Really?!” “NO! What-!? Me!? Give me some credit.” Danny shouldered his bag and placed his hands either side of your chair; “I shouldn’t even give you a kiss goodbye for that.” “Surprised you’re not saying you already did.” He sighed gently, narrowing his eyes; “Ah-! She’s unforgiving today.” “You’re leaving me alone…” You pulled him closer by his shirt “That’s not what a good boyfriend would do.” “But at least he’s a working man too…” He took your face in his hands and kissed you; and kept kissing you. “No…No…Danny…” You pulled back, a little breathless “You have to work, go!” His hands lowered back to either side of you; “You’re gonna be here when I get back, yeah? So you can show me exactly what’s wrong with the tap.” “If you need help…” “Wouldn’t go amiss…” He smirked, kissing you once more “…Okay, you’re right. Work. Enjoy your day in the sunshine, baby girl, it’s gonna be nice…” “Oh, I aim to.” He shook his head at you as he waved back, waltzing back across the dunes like he didn’t have a care in the world, even though he had many. “Danny…” You sighed his name to yourself and smiled, wondering why you were bothering with all this back and forth when what both of you wanted was to stay in bed all day – asleep or not. It’d be worth the wait. At least you knew that for sure… *** “HEY!!!” You were coming back from your walk along the beach; slow and down by the water, lost in music but a lot quieter this time; just in case Danny so happened to call you. You liked the way the waves would lap gently over your feet and every so often tug you back; it was playful sure... but you liked the danger behind that calm... as much as you liked the feeling that maybe if you went with it, it could carry you anywhere in the world you wanted to go... Only with him... though... I’d only want to go with him... When you looked up it wasn’t Danny calling you, in fact it was Marco. Standing a little way up the beach and waving. Danny’s hard work looked like it’d already been broken in. Shame, though, all that effort... still; if you got to watch him work it (like a boss!) you didn’t see the harm. You waved enthusiastically back and wandered up to him; “Hey! Marco! It’s great to see you!!!” “And you! Hermanita!” You raised an eyebrow “Little sister? You got a reason for calling me that?” “Aw c’mon... you’re smaller, younger, I’m practically married to Meg... You’re practically married...” he stopped at the look on your face “You act like it! Look I haven’t interacted with Danny all that much, okay, but I know a wholesome relationship when I see it... you two have something real. It’s nice to see... so yeah, Hermanita... maybe one day in law.” You laughed; “Okay, maybe I’ll let it stick - shouldn’t you be working?” “I, uh, yeah maybe - but it’s Friday afternoon and we clocked out early. Meg is here... John will be here soon - enjoy my company! Why don’t ya! Where’s your boy...?” You looked around, “Your guess will be better than mine, detective...” “Oh, he’s working?” “Yeah.” “No vacation – well, I guess for you it is! Heck, if he’s gonna leave you alone then you really should come hang-!”

When you got inside John, indeed, was already there; “Hey!!! Y/N!!! Amazing! I didn’t realise you were down - you literally just missed Danny. And to think he didn’t say anything?!” He got up and hugged you; “It’s good to see you, girl, how have you been?” “Oh. Busy... when isn’t Miami busy...! But good, thank you!” You returned the hug and then hugged Meg. “Miami girl! We should put the music on and turn it waaaay way up tonight.” Then she gasped “Oh my god, why don’t we get Danny and Mom cooking and have like a family thing - huh? I’m game.” “Woah, don’t get too far ahead of the first drink!!” John meandered around to the back of the restaurant bar “Y/N - what’ll you have?” You sat on one of the bar stools and told him your order; “Nice! Well, don’t hold back-!” He grinned, pouring it for you; “She’s dating Danny, that is the ultimate in not holding back.” “I’ll drink to that.” John slid it over to you, even with the roll of your eyes you were still smiling at the exchange, and you all clinked glasses.

So for the next few hours you were all story swapping on what everyone had been up to since you’d last all been in a room together, possibly a few months back now. There was a good level of banter between the four of you, and you gave as good as you got. And Marco’s nickname did indeed stick without ever being questioned by the other two. You’d always known what John saw you as for Danny. You guessed every time he saw his older brother John would just pray that was still the case. Of course, with you and Marco able to converse in Spanish the other two quickly realised that some of the best banter was that they couldn’t understand, at the way you both laughed louder. “Oh come on guys! That’s not fair!” You almost couldn’t breathe for laughing; “Maybe not, but it is freakin’ hilarious!”

Time flew, and before you knew it it was hours later - and Danny came back into the restaurant; “Y/N!” And every single one of them watched the way your face lit up, and the tone of your voice, as you turned to see him; “Danny!!” You motioned him over but he jerked his head back outside; “C’mon, let’s get this leak fixed...” You suddenly remembered that you did indeed have a leaky tap; “...Oh yeah...” you were a little quiet as you turned to the other three “I’ll see you later!” “Uh huh! Oh- Danny!!” He was already out the door, and you had to almost run to keep up, but you heard his disembodied voice call back “Yeah-!?” “You up for preparing dinner tonight with mom-!?” There was a loud sigh; “As if I didn’t have enough fucking work!!” “Was that a yes?!” John couldn’t help but laugh “I’ll think about it - alright!” By the time he’d replied you were to him “Alright, let’s go...”

Danny let you walk in ahead of him and closed the door behind you. Your body was almost tingling with nervous anticipation. Surely this wasn’t just about the tap - surly he’d found time to make this work for both of you. “You look nice...” he eyed your sundress, “It’s pretty...” You looked down to it “Oh... thank you...” You wondered if that was some undisclosed command for you to take it off. But he moved straight through into the bathroom, flicking the light on; “Did you notice it get any worse?” “No...” “Then we should be okay with a famous Danny quick fix whilst we’re here... then someone should call actual maintenance...” You placed your hands on your hips for a second, “You... you mean you actually came here to fix the tap?” “Yeah I had a spare five minutes...” He unravelled a tiny tool kit and set to work “Oh.” “Oh?” Then he chuckled “Oh I get it... you thought we were gonna pick up where we left off...” he shook his head, but you could see that smirk “... Naughty girl. No. You said you wanted to spend some time with me though, so here’s your time. Spend it wisely.” “Well I was gonna!” You refuted his nickname though “I told you I’m working.” “Well, what do you need me for?!” “Your bungalow, your problem. Thought you’d wanna see me fix it.” You sunk onto the bed, half in disbelief; “I kinda hoped you’d fix something else...” “Not right now. And it looks like we’re getting roped into the family dinner. So, you don’t even get me to yourself tonight. How awful.” “Danny!!!” You whined as he grabbed another tool “I can’t do anything about it baby girl, I can’t say no..! Because John will suggest it to mom. And if I say I want a romantic dinner date with you - I’ll be asked to invite you...” He straightened to check something, “and if I say alone, I’ll get my arm twisted about it being family... so, we’re done. Tonight is out.” Your sigh was exasperated - and all too soon you heard him run the water; “Danny quick fix, done!” “WHAT?!” “I told you - quick. Go break something else, and hope we don’t ask you to pay for damages!” He winked across at you, “Would you like to check it yourself?” “No.” You pouted and folded your arms, he turned it off and gathered his things, crouching beside you; “Now come on baby girl, don’t be like that...” He brushed your hair out of your face and attempted to kiss your pout away; of course, he succeeded. But he wasn’t having any of it when you attempted to pull him on top of you by his shirt. “No.” “Danny—!” “No. I cant.” “But you’re here anyway.” “But I’ve got other things to do... baby...” he kissed you again and worked your fingers away from tangling in his shirt “I love you. So much. Truly I do. And if I could stay and have you every way I fucking wanted, I would. But I can’t...” he kept your hand in his “believe me, I’m aching for you right now but I just can’t do it. They’re keeping too close watch on me.” You opened your mouth and everything in you wanted to protest, but you knew you’d never get anywhere. They were his family, and Danny cared too much about that to essentially say Fuck it. *** The evening was nice enough, the way that he would constantly steal glances at you whilst he was cooking, how he’d slip his arms around your waist and kiss you as he moved about the kitchen to find ingredients. Good but not enough. Nowhere near enough. Eventually Danny tugged you over to help him out, so that he could constantly touch you, but... that didn’t help anything, it only made that longing to take each other’s clothes off even worse. At dinner he (obviously) refused to sit anywhere but next to you, and he kept his hand on your thigh the entire evening. Every so often he’d increase the pressure or he’d slip his hand an inch or so further up, and by the end of that you wanted to scream at him to just do something... but no. Why you weren’t sure; maybe he didn’t think you could control yourself. Or that he wouldn’t be able to control himself... The both of you volunteered to wash and dry up - apparently in silence - but there was a hell of a lot unspoken between you, because now he refused to put his hands anywhere near you. Maybe because pushing you up against a kitchen counter wasn’t a good idea when his family was here. So by the time you sat down with them all again it was not only late, but all you wanted to do was cuddle with him. But that wasn’t easy... so you just stayed as close to him as possible. Luckily for you, eventually his arm wound around you and he pulled you closer. You watched the way his father’s jaw tightened but he said nothing. No matter what, there would always be your parent’s friendship and apparent reputation, that meant Robert wouldn’t approve of this. (As if that was the only reason.) By the time you said goodbye to them and crossed the sand together you knew he was exhausted. “We can...” “Babe, look at you...” you shook your head and kissed him “If you have to be up that early again, I...” you ran your fingers through his hair “You need to rest if you’re gonna do your job the best you can.” “Oh!” He chuckled “Like you won’t be the same tomorrow?” “Trust me, I’m gonna spend as much time as I can trying to find something else for you to fix!” He grinned, leaning in for another kiss “I’m down with that...”

So again his alarm went off early, and this time he was almost disappointed that you let him slip through your fingers like that; “Surprised you’re not going to beg me to stay...” “You’re going to simply tell me you can’t...” “Aw, sometimes I like it when you whine...” You rolled your eyes at him and continued to watch him get ready. You knew he was at least in the mood for games, by the way he dressed slowly. Walking around without a shirt on for far longer than necessary. So eventually you groaned and gave him what he wanted. So he flashed you that smirk and stood gazing at you for a minute; his eyes skimmed down your body and he bit his lip with a hum; “Do you know how damn sexy you are?” “Danny...” “Fuck... Y/N...” “Don’t...” “Oh, damn do I wanna...” There was a weird juxtaposition in his actions; pulling his vest top over his head, he clambered back onto the bed and pressed himself into you; “Danny...” Now that’s how he wanted you to say his name “Go on, baby girl...” he kissed your neck, “Say it again...” “Danny...!” There was a little bit more of a mewl to that one. How much you wanted him, how much you needed him. His hand slipped under the sheets. Fingers grazing along your hips above your underwear and this time you whined again. Please... for the love of God... Daniel Rayburn... There was something slightly seductive to his chuckle “That’s it baby girl, don’t stop...” You realised he’d chosen those words specifically; because you wanted to say them to him. His lips grazed across yours as he moved to the other side of your neck, and his fingers ran an inch lower. “Danny-!” So loud it echoed; even though he still wasn’t touching you he was so close and you were so desperate. But he knew you wanted it too much, and why give if he couldn’t receive? Danny’s fingers moved again and he hovered - and it was agony, you would take anything right now; even accidental. This teasing was no longer fair, if it was ever fair to begin with. You whined again; just in case that was what he wanted. But instead he pulled back. And you didn’t think you’d ever been so mad at him. “What the Fu-! Will you just FINISH what you STARTED?!” He laughed - a full force beautiful laugh - at you, of course. “If only you knew how sexy you are mad at me.” Mad wasn’t the only thing you were of course and he knew that “Mad and turned on... you’re so red... but so fucking hot...” That only caused you to flush more and he bent down again to kiss you; “Now I gotta go... no doubt I’ll be seeing you later.” “DANNY!” “And paying for it-!” He chucked again - giving you one last kiss before he rolled off the bed, picked up his bag, turned to you with a wink; “Later, gorgeous.” And walked out the door “DANIEL RAYBURN YOU GET BACK HERE!!!!” All you heard for the next five minutes was the sound of his laugh carrying on the wind.

*** So you spent your morning sunbathing, slightly grumpy, slightly turned on. Danny passed you often, but as unpredictable as he usually was, his routine today was the most obvious thing you’d ever seen him do. If he had to tour people, he’d take them passed where you were sunbathing. Finding this was the perfect place to stop and explain things... and when he was getting the boat ready, he would walk slow as he put one thing on the boat at a time, instead of taking it all at once. By that was okay; you got to admire all of him. But you noticed you weren’t the only one doing the staring; and how his eyes ran over you; even when he was walking back to the boat he’d turn around, just to look at you for a little longer. True; you might on purpose be sunbathing stretched out like you were to expose as much of your body to him as possible, and you might have chosen the most revealing bikini you could. But still classy. You were his. HIS not this other series of boys (and they were - out here looking like college spring breakers...) that kept passing by you. That was why Danny had to stop, of course because he saw them too.

But he watched you whilst packing the boat up too; checking inventory in the stacked boxes on the pier... He bit his lip, “Fuck this...” only he couldn’t. He had to work, “Why-!? Fuck having to work!!” Danny blew out a breath to calm himself down. He’d much rather stalk over to you on the beach, pin you down on that sunbed and love on you instead - whether the rest of the beach was present or not. He hummed, enjoying the thought at least...

He was just about ready to go; standing at the end of the pier where he’d asked the participants to meet him... and taking his time to once again drink you in. He liked watching you talk to the other guests; and occasionally to his mom. The way you smiled - and the way he knew, by which smile was on your face, when you were talking about him. Maybe you were telling them you were together... maybe you were just simply telling them you had a boyfriend... or that Danny would be your recommended go to for asking questions, or going on these boat trips. Whatever it was, when he saw you smile like that, he really didn’t care.

What Danny did love; and make him almost smirk at as he watched you, was seeing the initial around your neck glint in the sun. Even if you didn’t directly refer to him as your other half, the ‘D’ around your neck should lead to them putting two and two together. And he loved it; because it could make him possessive of you without him outwardly showing it. Which, honestly, he never really did. Boys tended to back off when they saw him anyway - because he didn’t look like someone you’d mess with. So he never had to say you were with him. And you chose to wear that necklace. What’s more, you chose to never take it off. The next shadow to pass over you was, yet again, Danny’s. This time he did look completely ready to go. You pushed your shades back up into your hair; “Oh, you really are leaving me this time…” “ …‘Fraid so.” “For good?” “On a boat babe, yeah. Good riddance.” You smacked his thigh, causing him to wince; “Now, that was just uncalled for.” “I hope you get a nice red mark-!” “I’ll show you nice red marks-” That caused you to hit him again “Gezz-! OW! Y/N! I get it!” He held out his mobile “Look after this.” “What? Why?” “Because…! What if I lose it!” “What if you need help!?” “You think a cell phone is going to work in the middle of the ocean? C’mon!” You shot him a look and he took a step back, “What if your other love affair texts you?” “I don’t…” he narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re one to talk.” “No I told you, I don’t text any of my love affairs…” “Damn, what the hell am I?” “I hope you ask yourself that often, I do…” You grinned and looked at his mobile, still unlocked “Well you’ve been doing something…” “Taking pictures.” You stared at it for a minute and then looked slowly back to him, “…I’m your phone background!?!?!” “Of course you are…! Why?!” “Awww-! Danny!” You look back at the picture, of both of you, down somewhere on the Miami strip. You could barely remember it being taken, but it was sweet. You liked it. “…Don’t make me feel bad.” “What-!?” “…Oh… You’re just…” “I’M NOT YOUR BACKGROUND!?!” He sounded appropriately outraged; “No!” “Who the hell is!?” “No one…” You brought it up – he recognized the sunset view over the ocean immediately, as someone who’d seen that exact view with you before. “Oh. Well I understand that you think I can’t live up to that but… honestly!” “You can live up to the sunset! I just didn’t realize we were doing that!” “What?!” he cried in anguish again, causing people who hadn’t turned to see what the fuss was about to do so now; “Danny-! Stop it! I’m sorry!” “Sorry!?” You knew your cheeks were red by now; “You’re causing a scene.” “Damn right!” He placed his hands on his hips as you looked to him apologetically “I’m not your phone background!? You’re unbelievable!”

** When you saw the boat on the horizon line you wriggled back into your sun dress and pushed your shades into your hair, collecting your things together. By the time you were finished it was back moored in the pier and excited families were disembarking. Danny was left behind to clear away, but you loved seeing them all say thank you, and how kind his smile back was. You walked over to him slowly, arms folded; admiring the way his wetsuit still stuck to him and the way his hair darkened in the salt water. You should have gone with him.

“Hey!” His smile was nearly as bright as the sunshine as he turned towards you, and you could tell he’d had a good time; “Baby girl, how’s your day going...?” You stepped a little closer, with a smile “Good... thank you... how was the trip?” “Incredible..!” The way Danny looked compelled you to close that gap, to run your fingers through his still wet hair; he looked great. How could you resist that? He let you do it; even though his smile was amused- and he said softly “Babe... I’m at work…” You scoffed, like him giving a lecture of unprofessionalism here would be as well placed as the kind of thing you were used to hearing coming out of his mouth at Viva Caputa – how he would reproach Javi for spending a few extra minutes outside with Amanda; “And you! Stop making out with your girl in the parking lot! It’s SO unprofessional-! You’d never catch me doing that!” with a cheeky wink that made Javi punch his arm. Still, to appease him you took a step back, with a sweet smile; “I know...and there’s still a leak please take a look.” “Really?” He raised an eyebrow, “There is one, or you made one.” “Is one.” There wasn’t but what the hell, he didn’t have to know that. “Okay...” he sighed, “Doesn’t surprise me. Obviously my little broken bungalow joke backfired. Let me get dressed and I’ll come over and check it okay..?” “Okay...” This time he gathered you to him, running his lips over yours quickly “I’ll just put this stuff away, go wait for me alright?” You nodded; a little disbelieving that this might actually work. And couldn’t help smirking as you turned away from him to walk down the pier.

I’m gonna get what I want Daniel Rayburn. If it kills you. *** He turned up about 20 minutes later, dressed, with a tool kit and his bag slung over his shoulder – his hair by now was dry, and he’d slid his own shades into it. “I’ve got so much to do… But okay, fine, I’ll take a look.” You stood in the doorway, in your sundress biting your lip through your smile. The sunlight was hitting him just right, as it had when he’d walked across the sand – fixing you with that look, because he damn well knew what was coming the second he got here, the playful fight you’d been having for nearly 2 straight days. But you focused back on what the light was doing now, hitting his eyes and his skin just-so… His freckles were on full display and that just made you smile even more; you wondered if you’d get to see more of them once you got to taking his clothes off… It was seductive, he’d give you that – everything from the way you were looking at him to the way you were standing. Danny sighed, and repeated his favourite phrase; “I got work to do.” But he leant in and kissed you, “So let me take a look, but I can’t stay…” He dropped his things to one side and flicked on the bathroom light scanning around for anything that looked broken purposefully… or just broken… Then wondered if he was looking in the wrong place and turned to look at the kitchen. Also intact. He turned back to you; the way your arms stretched across the doorframe like that. He traced his eyes back over your body with a I-just-figured-it-all-out hum. “…I think you’re alright.” “Don’t you think you should check again…?” You took a couple of steps inside and shut the door behind you. Yes. Definitely baring him in. He smiled – your attempts to get him to stay were just all too cute. He had to give you credit for that. Danny turned back, and flexed his muscles out to give you something to look at (not that you weren’t already looking) his eyes flicked around the bathroom for a minute, and he raised an eyebrow. Nothing looked particularly wrong with it. His quick fix from the day before seemed to be in place still, you weren’t fooling him there. “Y/N… I mean… I really don’t see what the problem is---” Danny let out a gentle gasp as your hands ran up his chest – how your body pressed into his back… Your lips on his neck; “Maybe there isn’t anything wrong…” “I’m supposed to be working…” This time that attempted excuse sounded futile, “Your family doesn’t know there’s nothing wrong, do they baby…” “What are you trying to…” He groaned again as your hands made their way under his shirt – and every so often your nails would gently scrape his skin. Danny thought to earlier in the day, and even to the day previous; the way you’d watched him rake the beach – you’d called it sexy before and he had no doubt you meant it – how you’d stood in the doorway of the bungalow yesterday morning in that dress that clung to you in all the ways Danny liked, your arms folded and biting your lip – those gorgeous eyes of yours filled with longing, how you’d run your eyes over him the way he usually did you as he walked over to help with the fix… And you’d barred the door the second he said he only had five minutes… He had to bite back another groan as his thoughts flicked to the way you’d been sunbathing and pretending you didn’t have a slight pout as he took the first boat out for the day. Well, now he wanted to kiss every inch of your skin the way the sun had. “…I’m still convinced that tattoo of yours is ironic…” His voice was at a nice raspy growl, as if the rush of heat pooling in your stomach didn’t already feel good enough. “Now…” You bit down gently on his neck, causing him to shiver and groan again “…Why would you say something like that.” “…Well here you are again… Sinning…” “Maybe I’m just not a good little Southern Catholic Girl, Danny…” “You need confessional for sure…” “Oh… No… My secrets are between you, me, and the sheets…” “Oh? Are they now…?” he chuckled “Any sheets in particular…” You removed your hands from his shirt and began to relieve him of his button up; “Right now? These ones…” You ran your hands up his back over his vest top and across his shoulders; still so careful of his left; “Which ones?” There was a distinct shake in his voice, and you knew he wouldn’t leave now… You had him right where you wanted him. You pulled his right hand so he turned to face you and then gathered his left to the opening of your dress in encouragement. Leading him backwards towards the bed. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you leant into another kiss. Hands back up his shirt, you could feel his heartbeat – it was clear he didn’t need any more persuading to get into bed with you. His hands pushed your dress off your shoulders and he continued the walk backwards towards the bed. Danny, Danny…! And you say you don’t have time… You broke the kiss momentarily to push his shirt over his head. Forgetting his shades, which clattered to the floor. Danny didn’t even look back at them, instead growling and claiming your lips again; and as he kissed down your neck; “If they’re broken, you’re paying for them.” “Ha-! Like that’s the first thing you care about.” You pulled him again and you hit the sheets, and it wasn’t long before his weight was on you either. There’s something about him that is protecting; it’s a weight you want – a warmth you want, that you know you’ll never be able to get enough of. “I’ll have you know,” he stated, with a wink “those shades are very important!” He placed his hands either side of you and surveyed your body for a minute, and you watched the way he smiled, and the way his eyes changed; “What?” You traced your hands up his arms, shoulders, neck and into his curls – you could feel the tackiness left behind by the waves, and bit your lip gently as Danny raised his eyes back to yours; “Sometimes I just like to think…” “About what?” Danny gave something akin to a shrug “How beautiful you are…” he breathed it, like he was revealing an intimate secret, and he leant slowly into the next kiss as you continued to tangle your fingers in his hair. “I love you.” “You don’t need to tell me that…” He kissed the side of your face, and then pressed one into your shoulder for good measure before he sat back, pinning your legs down with his own. There was a cheeky bite to his lip this time and he rubbed his hands together. “Y/N… Y/N… Y/N… Now you’re just making this too easy for me!” The giggle rose in your chest, by the look on his face alone. “Didn’t want you thinking you could get out of it by making it too hard, Danny.” “Heh, who’d wanna leave…?” He leant forward, his fingers pulling gently at the strings of your bikini. One side and then the other – “Not even double bows? Bad girl, this is far too easy…” He moved up your body and kissed you again as he pulled at your top; “I like to keep it simple…” You whispered against his lips, winding your arms around him again as he slid the fabric from between you. “I dunno, I like a challenge…” You hummed at the travel of his fingertips down your abdomen and across your hips. He chuckled, removing your final item of clothing; “…And I’m more than willing to give you one…” You weren’t sure you wanted to hear that or not, moving your hand to the waistband of his pants as he balanced himself back on his hands to watch you; this time when he bent to kiss you it was to place his lips on every inch of skin that he could. And Danny was right; he wasn’t going to make it easy for you to remove his clothes. Apparently you hadn’t done enough hard work just getting him here; “Danny-!” The problem was with the elation he was making you feel just by the way he was kissing you – not to mention the way he was touching you – is that you couldn’t sound mad. So what he did instead was close the gap between you; and the grind of his hips into yours wasn’t subtle at all. It was a loud gasp; followed by a whine that he paid for by the way your nails raked across his skin. But he liked that, so he did it again. “DANNY!” Your cry was louder and more urgent. Heck, he already knew how bad you had it, all he was intent on doing was dragging that out as long as possible. “Please…” He nearly broke at that alone, he at least groaned at an audible level. There was a need in that word that reverberated through you and into him. So as he created enough of a gap – whilst still kissing your skin, for you to undo his pants – his hand joined yours to assist. Which almost made you smirk and did make you lean up to kiss his neck; he couldn’t resist either – both of you needed this, whether for the same reason or not. With all clothing safely nestled on the floor Danny allowed you to wrap around him, and sighed at the feel of your body against his. You’d been sunbathing all day, and although you’d been inside now for a little while the warmth hadn’t let left your skin. And he enjoyed that feeling against his own – the tingle of sunlight that had covered you was now covering him. The ocean air gently washing over you left the taste of salt on every part of you he was kissing. And that, mixed with your scent and the sound of your euphoria was heaven. He snaked his hand gently between you again as he let you kiss him. He imagined he’d be a little cooler, having been out in open water for so long; but maybe he’d taste the same to you – the salt coming directly from the sea itself. Danny caressed you, it wasn’t rough – and he traced the same lines over and over – like even committing you to memory wouldn’t be enough for him. Like you had to be burned into his very soul. Eventually his fingertips trailed low enough for you to give a shudder of anticipation – and there was a sensual curiosity in his eyes; “How long have you been waiting for this?” Your skin tingled as the feel of his breathing; “It’s all mixed up now. Since we arrived?! At least since yesterday – Danny---!” You knew he was stalling. For some reason he wanted to keep you on the edge of this and not tip you. But why not? He always liked the way you sounded when he did. Danny noticed the way your nails were now digging into his arm, and he ran his index finger a little lower until you gasped; the sharp intake of breath made you close your eyes. “Y/N. Let my arm go.” “Danny-!” “Let me go.” You wouldn’t have been stopping him, but he didn’t feel like he needed you to guide him where you wanted him to be. Danny had a pretty good measure of that. You released your grip but didn’t let him go completely, opting instead to wind your arms and legs around him. He didn’t wait nearly as long as you expected him too, and as his fingers brushed against you – your body gave a lurch, pressing up into his. Which was a bad idea all around, because it increased his pressure on your sweet-spot. “D----ny--!” It was barely his name, breathless. Your eyes shut as your body shuddered. Tsk. She wants me so bad… Danny shook his head with a smirk and ran his fingers lower. SO bad… FUCK! Your legs tightened around his, and you moaned at the feel of his fingertips as he ran them back. “Danny-!” He chuckled; “I’d ask why you didn’t say something… but I know you did…” His lips found your neck again, this time his kisses were a little rougher – and he grazed his teeth over your sun-kissed skin. “But if I’d even assumed you wanted me this bad? Then baby girl, you would have had me yesterday…” You wondered if it was that bad – waiting for this. Afterall, there was nothing he could possibly do wrong now; everything would fulfil what you wanted from him. Your body did all it could to create points of contact between you and him as he circled you. They were slow and lazy circles; as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – and his lips eventually fell back on yours. The kisses were just as lazy; sweet and sinful as what he was doing to you – you became locked in a slow and passionate makeout session you had no intention of stopping. And neither did he. Danny switched positions; allowing his thumb to brush against you in delicately sketched circular motions as he moved his fingers inside you. He didn’t need to wait for one at a time with you like this. And the moan you let out against his mouth was exquisite. “Say my name…” Not that you hadn’t enough, he just liked to hear the way it rolled off your lips when you were like this… “Danny…” He couldn’t help but chuckle; “Good girl…” his kisses moved from your lips to your throat as his free hand travelled your body. His skin was smooth against yours; if he’d bothered having a 5 minute shower before he came over it was going to be a waste of time – if he hadn’t, you were both going to need one… But again he was affording you touches just where you wanted them – like he was so in tune with your body and your mind that it was instinctive – he knew exactly where to go. It only built you up more; you weren’t sure your high could get any higher, but apparently it could. And you’d given up caring to be quiet. He’d done this to you – he could pay for it, if people were around. And Danny could tell, by the breaths you were taking and the fact that your whining was incoherent, that if he wasn’t careful he’d push you too far. No no, baby girl, not yet… Where would be the fun in finishing you so early anyway? So he slowed down – and you realised this. “Danny-!” oh, yes, he liked how whiney that was, “You think I’d finish you that quick?” He smirked “No… Y/N… don’t misunderstand me here, you waited a long time for me… Wouldn’t it be equally more fun for you if I dragged this out as long as I could, hm?” Not really, you didn’t like being on the edge like this knowing full well that he was going to let no one but himself control this “Danny, please.” Although, that was more frustrated begging than pleading with him, and he wasn’t sure he liked that tone from you all that much. “No.” Danny forced you back, removing his fingers from you he pinned your hands above your head to another sharp whine. His lips were back on yours before you could make any verbal protests and when he was sure you were still on that high level (but maybe a little less mad) he let you go to have your fingers tangle in his hair. Danny’s hands worked back down your body, pulling your legs around his – he held your hips steady. Fine. He wants it that way. You gasp into the kiss was warranted; as was the tone of your voice at your next call of his name. He groaned gently as he moved in you, adjusting his weight distribution around your body. “…God… Y/N…” Now it was your name in that breathless, sighing, voice he got on occasion. You knew it, he was just as desperate for this as you were. He needed this, like respite from his family. And you’d allow him to wrap that all up in you. You ran your hands into his hair, framing his face, until he opened those gorgeous blue eyes to you. He took a deep breath, because he needed to, and kissed you gently again. “I know…” You whispered against his lips “Danny I know…” You sighed again, against the gentle rock of his hips into yours – how he fit you perfectly. “…Danny…” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair; keeping your eyes on his. You knew what was happening, how you breathed in unison, this was so familiar now. He knew you so well, but he gave you so much to know him just the same. His body might as well have been yours. And yours his. But every sigh was quiet now. And his movement, every one of which you met, threading your legs with his, relaxed, tender. This was love. This was what love was. And you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him. And although your focus was him, those ocean blue eyes, this room, his breath, the way his sweat began to glisten on his skin, the deeper he pushed into you and every brush of contact between your skin. You realised that there was another rhythm all together happening outside. Just audible over the soft sounds you were both eliciting. Waves. Despite everything that had happened in the lead up to this, this was romance. And that backing track you were making love to was romantic enough to almost make you laugh. “What…?” “Listen to that…” There was a strange silence for a minute, but you knew he’d focused on it by the way he smiled. “Oh…” Then he pressed his tongue to his cheek “There’s nothing stopping us from moving this outside…” You pulled him to you to trap him there, maybe a little too rough, and you both moaned at the feel of the motion. “D-Don’t do that again.” His voice was strained, but you were panting; “Then… don’t say something so stupid!” “Oh-!” He laughed, untangling himself from you again, but now close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin; “…It would be my fault…” You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him back into a kiss, arms looped around his neck “… At least you know it…” Soon enough he let his body melt back into yours – and this time he matched the motion of the waves for himself – running his hands over your body. “…You’re… so beautiful…” “Danny…” “Y/N…” His kisses were delicate as they too, trailed over your skin and he breathed your name that way. Sex was always good with him; this was a man who knew more than just what he was doing. Sometimes you wished you’d moved slower – to savour moments where he didn’t know all of you yet. But how could you think such a way when he was loving you like this? It was soft and beautiful – and getting him as close to you like this, and alone, truly alone; meant more to you than anything else in the world. And more than you could ever express. You caught those clear blue eyes of his; “…You’re beautiful…” *** Even with him this close and holding you tight you could tell there was strain on his shoulder. And the way he was trying to politely ignore it. Wrapping yourself around him didn’t necessarily alleviate the situation either; in the attempt to take his body weight off his shoulders - especially that left one... But he winced. And it was visible even though he tried not to make it so. And you didn’t want to put him in pain in the effort to make love to you, so you pushed him gently - with enough force that he tumbled into the sheets instead of hitting them, you now on top of him; “Y/N...” Danny whispered it; maybe a little in confusion. But you pressed a tender kiss to his lips to silence him. “Baby, let me take care of you... it’s okay...” you took his hands in yours - again as delicately as possible, and made sure to position yourselves comfortably as you guided him to your hips; “Danny, baby, tell me what you want...” He opened his mouth but as you moved like that, rolling your hips over his, all that escaped was a groan; “Y/N... I...” You smirked gently; “It’s okay... Danny... I got ya...” “Y/N…” “Hush…” You dipped to brush your lips to his, not enough, by the whine he gave you. Danny, whining? That was a nice change. You liked that. But to suit the current mood, you wouldn’t be telling him that right now. Running your hands up his chest you built back into the gentle rhythm he’d started; and in dragging your fingertips back down you let your nails elicit a growl from him; and this time his body rose to meet yours. Seemed like you’d done more than just flipped him over. You couldn’t hide that smirk; and the look in his eyes told you nothing more than to enjoy it. Moving his hands from your hips he pulled them up your spine as far as he could make them reach – and for a moment he held you there, doing nothing but watching you. Even loving him slow didn’t mean you didn’t know when you were close though. And you took your hands in his and placed them back on your hips, threading your fingers with his. “Danny…” He knew the way you breathed then, and the feel of you. That moment was something he was used to, yes, but not something he ever adequately prepared for. And you knew by the dig of his own nails into your hips and the way he ground into you that you would finish together. He growled again to try and fight it, but you weren’t going to let him get away with that and you pushed against him a little harder; “FUCK-!” He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut; “I hate you.” “…In your dreams, Danny Rayburn…” you were panting again, “There’s only one way you get to finish me…” Those eyes of his opened and fixed on yours; that bright blue darkened as much as it highlighted in the euphoria you were both on the edge of. For a moment that blue became the only thing that didn’t blur as your body received a shot that hit like fireworks. Oxytocin… Endorphins… You breathed out heavily and almost giggled to yourself. Which was soon joined by the laugh rising in his chest. “What? What’s so funny?” – if he was going to tell you he was laughing at your laughing… “Nothing…” “Oh, I can already take bets on your little brain stage biology class.” “…You started it…” You leant back over his body to claim his lips; and his arms wound around you. “Well. Endorphins are good for you!” He grinned “Don’t get me started on oxytocin.” “I’m sure that’s all you remember from high school biology.” “Yeah well. It’s the only bit that mattered…” Danny ran his hands through your hair, and could feel your heartbeat against his skin, and the gentle shiver running over your skin as your high unwound itself; “…I love you… You know that, right?” “...Why wouldn’t I?” “I’m sorry I made you wait…” You shook your head, that was nothing to be sorry for. You knew he had to work, no matter how bad you wanted him. “Oh trust me…” You cuddled into him, closing your eyes “It was more than just worth the wait…” *** You lay in his arms in the gentle silence, the sound of the waves gently rolling in the background far more prominent now. Your fingertips caressed his skin as he ran his own over your shoulders; tracing unfathomable patterns. It was so familiar, so comfortable, that nothing could possibly make you want to be anywhere but here. Either of you. He chuckled gently “Well. Guess I must have fixed one hell of a leak...!” You shook your head gently and kissed his chest; “Well... I won’t deny you fixed something...” Danny at least made out that he agreed with that. “Guess I should stay...” “Oh?” You teased, and began to trail your kisses down his stomach; “You mean you don’t have other jobs to do?” “Kickin’ me out of bed, baby girl...?”

He ran a hand gently through your hair; with a groan as you continued to run your kisses lower; “No...” you murmured into his skin, “why would I want a thing like that? I only just got you here!” “That’s my job... looking after you…” “Oh, you’ve done your job....” You pulled your body over Danny’s, your kisses now on his hips. “...Now let me look after you, babe...”

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