#''oh excuse me. how do i set up a lane?'' go to the BOWLING COUNTER and pay for your time and get your shoes and then sit at the lane | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ramp-it-up · 3 years

Text

We Are Young

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Explicit language, explicit casual sex, drinking, a bowling alley, bathroom sex.

A/N: This is from an old smut prompt which requested sex with stranger Lin at a bar. Changed it just a little. Maybe I’m jaded because it’s not so filthy to me. It’s like, smut light?.

I stole @ivycomet ‘s pic and gif because this is her fault. There will be a part two very soon.

——-

2011

You couldn't decide what to do with your weave.

You fussed with in the mirror, frustrated because up would mean comfort in the 88-degree heat and down would just look fly as you were having a bomb hair day.

Even though it was after 8 pm, it was still hot as hell in NYC.

You were having serious second thoughts about this. You usually worked your life away, but brushed the qualms out of your mind as you settled for a pony tail.

You smoothed the white bandeau top stretched across your breasts and turned around to check the back zipper on the cute high waisted navy blue polka dot shorts you were wearing; the perfect outfit for the 4th of July.

You didn't usually show so much skin but it was beyond time to turn up.

After you were dressed, you straightened the mess you’d made in the bedroom of the Harlem apartment you shared with your bestie Mayra, which you really only used to sleep, a place to lay your head between busy.

It was the perfect setup for you and her. You had a decent place to live and you didn't cramp her style.

She was always constantly trying to get you to go out and have fun, but the life of an editor could be all consuming, if you were trying to climb manuscripts to the top. Which you were.

“There is no excuse not to get loose tonight.” Mayra told you over the phone earlier. “We're going to have fun, you will relax, and maybe meet someone interesting."

——

“Tell me again why we are at a bowling alley?'" You were ready to go home. You looked up at the sign on the building.

"This is NOT what's up."

"Shut the fuck up and go inside. Damn. Always got to be so difficult. I liked it better when you didn't talk in the 6th grade."

When you walked in, it was so different than the outside. It was almost like a club, the lighting, the lounge behind the bowling lanes, and the scantily clad waitresses.

A huge dude was standing just inside the door. A bouncer.

"Derek! What up!" Mayra greeted the bouncer with a hug.

She introduced him to you.

"We met when I first started coming here a few months ago. He's cool people.”

Mayra leaned in and Derek nodded toward the far side of the alley. She grinned.

"Thanks." She started walking further into the alley. "Let's go to the bar."

You were nonplussed.

You followed Mayra and plopped down on a stool, taking out your phone and started to answer emails when Your friend grabbed your phone and put it on the counter, handing you a drink.

“Get your ass off your shoulders and out of your phone. We’re here to have fun!”

You just shook your head, but you took the drink and sipped. It was Real McCoy and Coke.

"NIceeee." you grinned, liking the way the drink felt going down.

"Hey. Slow down." Mayra was cracking up. "Don’t get wasted. You’re a lightweight.”

You flipped her off as you drank up. “Fuck you.”

But you knew it was true. But you just wanted to have some fun tonight.

-----

You and Mayra went to get a locker and shoes and then went toward the lane that Mayra’s friends had reserved.

"Who the fuck knew that bowling alleys had VIP sections?"

You and Mayra toasted your glasses, You were getting a buzz that made you feel warm and happy inside. Kinda like chocolate.

You found yourself among a group of people that kept getting larger.

"Hmph. Look at those guys over there..." Mayra was checking out the guys at the next lane.

You were sitting down putting on your bowling shoes, shaking your head that apparently Mayra was into guys tonight.

You looked over and caught a smedium height carmel-colored guy checking you out. He looked a little familiar, but you didn't think you knew him.

You smiled at him, but kept your eyes moving so as not to encourage him. The flash of his watch caught your eye and suddenly you went back to his eyes again.

He raised his drink with the offending arm to his very nice lips and stared at you.

You flushed and looked away, taking a sip of your own drink.

“That’s Lin-Manuel.” Mayra had been watching you. “And he’s cute. But he’s also a really dope person.”

“Cool.”

You tried to play it off and tied your other shoe. Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you looked up, expecting to see Mayra. But it was carmel dude.

You moved to stand up beside him. Your head spun with the sudden motion and the alcohol.

You looked at him shyly; he was so familiar. You smiled at him, cocking your head to the side.

Lin felt like the world shifted and he had to plant his feet. That smile was everything. He had to be careful not to check you out too hard.

The way you were looking him straight in the eye, like you knew his soul, confirmed to him that he should get to know you better.

He had to stay cool. "I'm Lin."

He reached his hand out toward you. You looked around and Mayra was nowhere to be found.

Something about that smile, that mouth. You reached out your hand to him. You shook and Lin kept your hand in his.

You two just looked at each other until you realized you were staring. Then you looked down at your bowling shoes.

You looking away gave Lin the chance to check you out. That body. Yes. He had to get to next to you.

But his game was usually wack. He couldn’t fuck it up. He decided to just be himself. He needed to make you laugh.

Before he could speak, everyone from the other lane came over and mingled. There was a taller cute bald headed dude named Chris, another guy named Bill, another dark handsome guy that told you to call him UTK.

More people with weird names were introduced to you, Two-Touch, Jelly Donut, Shockwave, and Arthur the Geniuses who was very nerdy but strangely attractive to you.

You started talking to him, but you felt Lin’s eyes on you the whole time the group was chatting and mingling.

You went to check your phone and realized it wasn't there. You looked down at the seat where you had been sitting and began to panic.

“Oh no, my phone!” You exclaimed while looking around.

Lin's voice was very near your ear.

"Looking for this?"

A shiver ran through you. You looked down at his hand and saw your phone.

“I found it on the bar, I was going to see if it was anyone’s over here…”

A flood of relief washed over you, and you went to grab it. You pulled your hand back at the spark that surged through your fingers when they made contact with Lin's skin.

"Whoa. Must be static." Lin felt it, too.

Your eyes locked for a split second and Lin saw another universe. He tried to shake it off. This was crazy.

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and his long ass lashes. Okay. You could get lost here.

He handed the phone to you and smiled in response to your happiness at getting it back. You looked up and smiled back at him.

There was a little awkward silence as you both looked at each other and imagined the possibilities. Wild thoughts. But only for two seconds.

You were imagining his lips on you in places that had not been seen or touched by another human in many moons.

Lin was thinking about having your brown legs wrapped around him as he tried to get real deep with you. The shorts you were wearing were everything. He couldn’t think about the top or else his eyes would be glued there the rest of the night.

You were shocked at how your thoughts were so explicit about this man you just met.

Lin was thinking of a way to make his daydream come true.

You looked away at Chris who was setting up the bowling order and at UTK and Mayra who were looking deep into one another’s eyes. Your eyes came back to Lin. It was inevitable.

"Thank you."

There was another awkward silence. This was getting dangerous, you thought. You needed some space before you said or did something reckless.

“I’m… going to get another drink…”

“Let me buy it for you.”

The way he was smirking at you made you feel some kinda way. It was like he knew exactly what it would take to get you to cum. Fuck.

“Oh. Ok.”

Lin’s was looking over his shoulder and smirking. When you checked you saw Chris shaking his head and smiling.

-----

An hour later, you were getting moist at Lin’s intelligence. He gave the greatest literary conversation you’d ever had. Nerds turned you the fuck on.

Your conversation was so dope. You listened to how Lin was going to burn the world up with his brilliance and you let him know how you were a success at being innovative in breaking down.

The more you drank, the more you wanted to fuck his brains out. You had to try to chill.

“So what was that all about when we left the alley area? You and your homeboy playing games?”

“Me and Chris?” Lin laughed. “Nah. Chris is like my big brother. He laughs at me for pursuing women who are out of my league.”

You took a sip of your drink, set it down and smiled at him.

“So, are you pursuing me?”

That smile. And was he blushing? Awww. How fuckably cute. You chuckled and Lin brightened up a little.

“I’d be an idiot not to. I mean, damn. You’re gorgeous.”

What was it about this nerd dude that was turning you on so much? Those eyes? Nah, that mouth. And his cute pink tongue that darted out and cleaned up his mouth after a drink.

‘I have something he can clean up,’ you thought, as you crossed your legs to calm your clit down.

Lin took in your legs in the shorts and had to recall lines of Shakespeare to calm his threatening woodie. He decided to go for it.

“The guys have already started a game; they haven’t missed us and they won't.”

He looked down and you noticed his long lashes again. Then he looked up at you again with those eyes and you almost fell off your stool.

“You wanna get out of here?”

“Hell yeah.”

It was out before you knew it. Lin laughed and told the bartender to put your drinks on Christopher Jackson’s tab.

You texted Mayra where that you were leaving with Lin.

“Get it! I’m so glad that I dragged your ass out of the house.”

“Shut up.”

You almost forgot that you were still wearing bowling shoes.

“We can’t go out in New York City in stolen bowling shoes. It’s 25 to life.”

Lin looked down and laughed.

“You’re right!”

You made your way over to the locker area, which was in a corner of the bowling alley. Lin sat down and started taking off his shoes.

You sauntered over, put your foot up on the bench and showed off your leg and your back arch as you slowly took off yours and replaced them with your high heeled sandals.

Yes. You were officially on your bullshit.

Lin stopped what he was doing to watch you.

“Holy fuck!” he thought.

You looked over at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh shit? Did I say that out loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth…”

He was outright staring at you with his mouth open, the look on his face so fucking hot to you.

He cleared his throat. “Ummmm. I just have to say, you are gorgeous and I am very attracted to…” he motioned to your body. “All that.”

You laughed heartily.

“Really? Thanks. I am attracted to you as well, Lin.” You put your other leg up and took off your other shoe in the same manner as before.

This time however, you leaned toward him so that he could see down your top. Then, you stood up and smoothed it with your hands, making sure your fingers lingered over your nipples.

You could hear Lin’s soft moan as you did that.

“You make me want to do things, Lin.”

You walked over to where he was and stood before him, placing your legs on either side of his.

Lin was eye level with your crotch, gave a mischievous smirk and looked up as he placed his hands on your thigh.

You sat on his lap and his hands moved up to cup your ass as he let you on, widening his legs so that you were positioned right over his cock.

Feeling the sizeable hard on, you started moving. Yes. You would let Lin’s huge cock ruin you after knowing him for two hours. You only live once.

When you finally kissed after all the flirting and teasing, it was like a door to sin opened up.

You tried as hard as you could to put your tongue down his throat, and Lin stood up with your ass in his hands and slammed your back against the lockers behind you.

He started grinding into you through your clothes and your wetness began to drip onto your already moist panties.

When you came up for air, you both realized where you were. You slowly slid down his body and you separated a bit, but neither of you were satisfied. You looked at his jeans and how excited he was.

“That must be uncomfortable.” You reached out and brushed your fingers against his hard cock. He whimpered a bit and replied.

“It is.” His eyes held yours. You nodded to the left.

“Well, let’s take care of that.”

You took his hand and led him to the single use bathroom that was actually pretty decent. Clean, modern amenities. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw a small basket of assorted condoms on the vanity. You were in love with this place.

You locked the door behind you.

Lin leaned against the sink, palming himself over his jeans.

“I’d like to see it?”

Lin smirked and reached for his belt buckle. You bit your lip as you watched. That sound of the belt buckle clanking got you even wetter, and as Lin showed you his black boxer briefs, then his caramel colored cock, it was game over.

You literally started to drip as he stroked his cock for you.

“Oh shit. I like that.”

It was a good size and so smooth and beautiful. You moved closer and put your hand on it. You took over stroking and felt his firm warm manhood in your hand, leaning forward and kissing him as he closed his eyes.

It would have been a nice, innocent kiss if you weren’t pumping pre-cum out of him in a bowling room bathroom.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

Lin opened his eyes and they blazed warm fire at you. He put his hands on your waist, feeling the bare skin there and then suddenly, spun you around so that he was behind you and you were facing the mirror.

He ran his hands up your waist to your bandeau top, searching for and finding your nipples as he went. His fingers curled into the top and pulled it down, freeing your breasts into his waiting hands.

“So fucking beautiful. I was thinking of doing this since I first saw you.”

He grabbed them and toyed with your nipples with his fingers and thumbs. You arched your back, feeling his warm hardness there.

Lin trailed one of his hands up to your neck and grabbed it, making you moan because that is what you’d wanted from him all night. His hands on you aggressively.

Then, he took your chin and moved it toward his mouth, lewdly kissing you as he felt you up and squeezed your neck.

Next, his hand went from you neck to the waist band of your shorts and inside. You squirmed, as he was now twisting your nipple and searching your pussy inside your shorts.

When he found your wet, bare folds, you moaned your appreciation against his mouth as he rubbed up and down your slick lips.

“You like that?” Lin asked as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You just moaned again. His fingers were skimming along your clit as they rubbed up and down. It felt oh so good, but didn’t give you any satisfaction.

“Yeah, you like that, look how wet you are. Fuck, you feel so tight and wet!” He exclaimed as his long fingers found and breached your hole.

You couldn’t take it anymore as you pulled away and unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them and your panties down as Lin pulled his pants down too. He grabbed a condom and put it on as you leaned against the sink and panted.

When it was on, Lin took you by the waist and turned you around again, taking his dick and rubbing it against you from behind as you put your leg up on the vanity and he positioned himself at your opening.

“Ah!” you exclaimed as he breached you and bottomed out inside you.

Lin held on to your waist as you braced your leg and arm against the vanity as he pumped into you. He felt amazing stretching you out so much that you couldn’t help but keep lubricating you both.

“Feels so fucking good!”

You threw it down on him as he pumped upward, as fast as you both could until you started seeing stars.

He started pumping sloppily and you could hear your bodies slapping together as he started losing it.

His grunts were in time with the thrusts. When his hand went to your clit and your breast again, that was the invitation for your body to explode.

It was quick and good and took the edge off for a bit. You were not sorry as you held eye contact with him as he got dressed.

“I- I don’t want the night to be over.”

He was so cute, that you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the lips.

“Me neither.”

Lin blushed a little. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

He quickly shuffled out the door and left you to clean up.

He sat on the bench and noticed his shoes weren’t tied. He chuckled at himself and his feeble nerd game. He didn’t know that’s what got him in.

You were out five minutes later, looking slightly less recently-fucked. You smiled when you saw Lin waiting for you.

“You ready to set the world on fire?”

You were hopeful, more than in a long while.

“Sure. Or maybe we can find new ways to fall apart?”

You took his hand and went out into the July night.

——-

Read the next part: Some Nights

Tagging: @theatrenerd86 @sebastianabucknettastan @imatyoursurrvicesurr @riiyy @lonelydance @jbrizzywrites @sillyteecup @ohsoverykeri @theselilwonders @curtainremote @honeysucklechocolatedrippin @delaber

#Lin Manuel Miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel miranda smut #lin x reader #freestyle love supreme #hamilfam

136 notes · View notes

keichanz · 4 years

Text

Move Your Body || pt. 5

@akiza-hades-rose @mcornilliac @jennybean91 @xxracheyxx @inuyashaeienni @ajoy3fanfics @shadykit @myverysweetescape @feudalpriestess98 @eternalnight8806-3 @lavendertwilight89 @clearwillow @liz8080 @pinkpigeonstudio

let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

After rounding the front end of his car, he opened the door for her and found her looking confused as she took his offered hand and let him help her out.

“Where are we?” she asked and he noticed she didn’t pull her hand away from his. He promptly took advantage of it and twined their fingers again.

He shut her car door and locked up before shrugging. “You said you were hungry, right? I could go for some chow myself. This is my favorite little hole in the wall and the owner’s like family. You’ll like it here, I promise.”

As he tugged her forward, Kagome’s eyes brightened and a smile lit her face. “I only said that as an excuse, you know,” she told him but didn’t protest as he ushered her inside a quaint little restaurant named simply Kaede’s.

Inuyasha only offered another shrug as he led her through a dimly lit dining room toward a bar counter with a row of bar stools. Immediately Kagome conceded to his presumptuous words; she did like it. The restaurant was small, cozy, and it smelled absolutely divine.

Kagome was smiling as Inuyasha pulled out a stool for her and helped her up before claiming the one beside her. She didn’t see a menu anywhere and there were no boards on the wall offering different dishes. She was about to ask her half-demon companion about the sort of food served here, but before she could, an elderly woman wearing an apron emerged from where Kagome assumed was the kitchen and instantly the first word that came to Kagome’s mind was warmth.

“Well, how nice of you to finally show up and grace this old woman with your presence,” she said by way of greeting but despite her words her smile was kind and grandmotherly with a hint of teasing. “Shame on you for making me worry, pup.”

Her to never ending surprise, Inuyasha actually smiled at the old woman and offered an apologetic shrug. “Trust me, it’s not by choice. Sesshomaru is trying to kill me with all these damn assignments and jobs he keeps pushing on me and I’ve recently taken on a side project of sorts. What, you think I’d intentionally stay away from the most beautiful, talented, wonderful woman who makes the best damn—”

“Oh, shut up, you, and introduce me to your attractive lady friend,” Kaede interrupted, shaking her head and Kagome had to giggle. She liked this lady.

Chuckling, Inuyasha put a hand on the small of Kagome’s back and did as he was bade. “Kaede, this is Kagome. I’m helping her out with a, uh, school project. Sorta. Kagome, this is Kaede. I’ve known her forever and she’s like a grandmother to me.”

Kaede beamed and shook Kagome’s hand. “I see,” she murmured. “It’s nice to meet you, dear. This pup has never brought a woman here before, you know. How interesting.”

Her kind eyes gleamed mischievously and she ignored Inuyasha’s growled, “Quit it, old woman.”

Blushing at the implication, having no idea how to even respond to that, Kagome nonetheless returned the smile while Inuyasha grumbled beside her.

“Nice to meet you too, Kaede. Um, I love your restaurant. It’s so cozy and personable and please tell me whatever it is I’m smelling is on the menu tonight.”

Laughing in delight, deciding she liked the pup’s choice in company, Kaede nodded happily. “I can definitely arrange that, my dear. What you smell is actually the most popular dish here, and your boy’s favorite. Two orders coming right up.”

Eyes wide and emitting an embarrassed little squeak, Kagome’s face turned five different shades of red as she fervently shook her head. “Oh, n-no, we aren’t—h-he’s not my—”

With a hearty chuckle, Kaede tipped her a wink, gave Inuyasha a knowing smile, and then retreated back to the kitchen while humming a jaunty little tune, innocent as you please.

Inuyasha didn’t buy it for a second and the scowl on his face said as much. He knew what she was trying to do, knew exactly what she was plotting because she’d tried to do the same goddamn thing with her granddaughter. Thankfully, however, Kikyou had also caught on to what she was trying to do and had put a stop to it fairly quickly.

They’d tried the dating thing and it hadn’t worked out. While he would always love his Peach-Kiks, of course, she had found true love in her husband Suikotsu and Inuyasha was happy for her. Kaede, while over the moon for her granddaughter and having taking in her husband like her own grandson, never let her forget that she was old and wanted to see Kikyou with a family. And unfortunately, that same opinion extended over to him as well, since she saw him as another grandson.

She wanted great grandbabies, goddammit, before she withered away and died, if you please.

Shaking his head, though not without a fond smile, Inuyasha sighed and slanted a look toward Kagome. She was still blushing and looking at the counter, drawing patterns on the smooth wood while avoiding his gaze. Then she peeked over at him from under thick sooty lashes, noticed him staring, and released the most adorable fucking squeak before hastily darting her gaze away again, her blush darkening.

His heart twinged in his chest and he had to fight against the urge to brush her bangs away from her eyes to draw her gaze back to him. Fuck, but she was cute.

“Sorry about that,” he finally murmured and gave a helpless shrug. “She likes to meddle.”

He grinned, hoping to ease her discomfort a little and was gratified to see that it worked, Kagome’s shoulders losing some of their tension as she slowly relaxed. Though her face was still tinted pink, she offered him a shy smile and nodded, accepting his explanation.

“I like her,” she admitted after a minute, her smile widening a little as she dropped her gaze, but this time out of thoughtfulness and not embarrassment. “She reminds me of my grandpa. He likes to meddle, too, and would always scare away any boy that came sniffing around when I was a teen.”

She laughed softly and he relished in the sound, ears straining to hear more of it.

“Yeah?” he queried, genuinely curious as he propped an elbow on the counter and rested his head in his hand. “Where’s your family now?”

With a truly brilliant smile and bright eyes that enchanted him better than any spell ever could, Kagome happily told him all about her family back in Japan. She gushed about her closeness with her mom, her younger brother and his annoying penchant for pranking her, and her stubborn old grandfather who was as protective of her as any father could ever be.

Kagome was regaling him with fond stories she remembered when her father had still been alive when Kaede appeared with their orders, setting two steaming bowls of ramen before them followed by a beer for Inuyasha and a strawberry lemonade for Kagome. Then with a friendly smile toward the younger woman and a knowing wink toward her favorite customer, Kaede whisked away back into the kitchen to start cleaning up, her heart feeling light from the fact that her dear boy had finally found someone for him.

During their meal, Kagome persuaded Inuyasha to share a bit of his own history with her, and so the half-demon ended up telling her about his less than stellar relationship with Sesshomaru. Though they were much better off now than when they were younger – Kagome had been shocked to learn they’d outright hated each other at one point – they still argued and brawled at times, but it was never serious and more out of habit than anything. Inuyasha assured her they’d both matured greatly, and while they would never have a sibling relationship with zero hostility, Inuyasha was more or less happy with that they had and accepted they would never be close brothers.

It was easy to tell Kagome was upset for his benefit that his relationship with his half-brother wasn’t at all like the one she shared with her own. So, he did his best to distract her with questions about her own family, truly touched that she was upset to begin with. Thankfully it worked and soon she was all smiles again, laughing as she told him about the time she’d caught Souta with his first time girlfriend making out on the living room couch.

Soon enough, Inuyasha was paying the bill and unsurprisingly Kaede was refusing to accept his money, saying it was on the house and simply making shooing motions when he kept urging her to take it. He gave up after she threatened to have his next ten meals on the house as well. Despite his grumblings, he was patient as Kagome called back her farewells to the old shop owner waving from the counter with a big smile and wishing them a good night, calling his own fond adieu before ushering her out the door with a hand at her back. He was glad the two women got along so well and it gave him high hopes she’d act similarly with the younger Hidaka woman.

Tucking Kagome into the safety of his car, Inuyasha was quick to hop in beside her and merge back into traffic before anyone recognized him. He was grateful Kaede’s had been more or less empty and the few people who had been there were too absorbed in their meal and company to notice him.

Glancing at the clock on the dash, Inuyasha chewed his lip and thought there was still enough time to head to Jak’s. He’d be a half an hour late, but knew the designer wouldn’t mind, understanding that his schedule was fairly unpredictable and could change at any given time. He was probably caught up in one of his many orders anyway and wasn’t keeping track of the time as he often did.

Mind made up, Inuyasha flicked his signal on and eased over into the turning lane that merged onto the highway. Jak’s Boutique was a little further into the city, but it was an easy drive and thankfully they’d missed rush hour. Perhaps he should have asked Kagome first before taking her with him, but glancing over at her now, the way she relaxed into the plush seat and graced him with a trusting smile suggested that she didn’t mind.

“Alright,” Kagome said when his eyes met hers, smile still in place. “Now where are you taking me? I don’t suppose now would be a good time to scream out the window, ‘Help, I’m being kidnapped’ before opening the door and attempting a daring escape.”

Inuyasha was silent as he side-eyed her for a minute, the corner of his mouth flickering with the hint of a grin. Then a second later the unmistakable sound of the door locks shifting into place echoed in the cab.

Kagome promptly erupted into giggles and Inuyasha allowed a crooked smile to surface on his face.

As Kagome’s giggles finally died down, Inuyasha chuckled and finally admitted, “Just a quick errand, I promise. I hope you don’t mind.” She shook her head, confirming his suspicions, and he tacked on, “And besides, it’s basically for you anyway.”

Kagome blinked. “What? What do you mean it’s for me?”

He simply grinned and Kagome narrowed her eyes at him.

“Inuyasha...” she warned and when still all he did was shake his head, Kagome pouted and crossed her arms, however the twitching of her mouth belied her mock glare.

Chuckling, Inuyasha reached over to catch her hand and bring it to his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to her knuckles.

“You’ll see,” he promised her, noticing the way her cheeks flamed with color, but deigning not to comment as he kept his eyes on the road, an easy smile on his face.

Kagome huffed and mumbled something, wrinkling her nose as she stared out the window, before finally sighing and letting a smile curl her lips upward.

She didn’t pull her hand away and neither did he.

Approximately sixteen minutes later Inuyasha turned onto a quiet residential street just on the fringes of the city and cruised about a quarter of the way down before turning into a narrow driveway to a quaint blue ranch style house. Kagome was surprised when he kept going, but then it made sense when another building came into view behind the house, smaller and painted in the same color with a red neon sign in the window that read Jak’s Boutique.

Inuyasha parked in front of the small shop and cut the engine, gesturing for Kagome to exit before doing so himself. Puzzled but curious, Kagome followed suit and met him at the front of the car. He took her hand, tipped her a reassuring grin, and led her inside the shop.

“Jakotsu,” Inuyasha called out and let the door swing gently shut behind them.

“Sha?” a slightly muffled feminine voice answered from somewhere in the back of the shop.

“Yeah. Sorry I’m late. Lost track of time.”

“You’re always late,” the voice called out and ignoring Inuyasha’s half-hearted “I am not,” it continued, “Be out in a sec, darling, I’m almost finished with this order. Zippers are always a bitch to attach.”

The producer chuckled. “Take your time.”

Tossing him a bemused smile, to which Inuyasha returned with raised eyebrows and a shrug, Kagome rolled her eyes and took the opportunity to look around. It was obvious they were standing in some kind of clothing store, or perhaps even a tailor’s considering the amount of dresses and suits Kagome spotted. Behind the counter to the left were two rows of bagged garments waiting to be picked up, and the far wall consisted of an assortment of gorgeous looking evening gowns, tuxedos, and other formal wear.

Clothing racks, the kind you would see in a department store, dotted the floor and to the right the wall held bolts of fabric that seemed to be in every color, pattern, and texture imaginable. On the long table before it, sewing materials littered the surface; scissors, a sewing machine, scraps of fabric, thread, needles, and other items one would find in an average sewing kit.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome ventured, truly lost on the reason of them being here. “Why are we in a tailor’s shop?”

He tilted his head and glanced down at her, arching a brow with a slight grin. “I know you’re smarter than that, babydoll,” he teased her, squeezing her hand. “C’mon. Think about it. I find that jeans and t-shirts don’t really pair well with heels.”

Kagome stared at him for a second more before realization dawned and her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open with an incredulous gasp. “You conniving little prick, that’s why Sango asked for my measurements last week!”

Laughing outright as Kagome whacked him in the arm for going behind her back, Inuyasha caught her hand. He dragged her in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist instead and resting his chin on her head.

“Damn, you’re violent,” he told her fondly, tightening his arms when she attempted to squirm her way free.

“Lemme go.”

“No. You’ll hit me again.”

“No I won’t.”

“Liar.”

“I would never.”

He snorted.

“Why are you buying me clothes, Inuyasha? You’re already doing so much for me, I don’t expect you too—”

“I know, babydoll,” Inuyasha interrupted her and leaned down so he could catch her gaze. “I want to, alright? I told you I was gonna help you, that means I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get your success, and success includes providing an outfit that I doubt you’ll find anywhere in your wardrobe. We want sexy confidence, remember, not prude librarian.”

Kagome flushed and stuck her tongue out at him.

He screwed his face up and crossed his eyes at her.

She snorted a laugh and slapped a hand over her mouth to smother the embarrassing sound just as an amused voice drawled out, “I have a room in the back that’s free, if you two would like to utilize it...?”

Inuyasha’s ears perked up and he looked hopeful. “Really? Oomph.”

Painted lips twitched and the shop owner couldn’t quite hold back the smile as he said, “If you’ll come with me, honey, I can get you fitted into your new clothes and see if it needs any alterations.”

“Violent,” Inuyasha repeated and rubbed his stomach where she elbowed him, watching as Kagome lifted her nose and strode away. He didn’t miss the pleased smile curling her lips, however, and he shook his head with a sigh, feeling the beginnings of his own grin tugging his mouth upward.

Sending him a look that clearly stated he would be dishing out the juicy details later, Jakotsu ushered Kagome to the back where the dressing rooms were, telling her to disrobe while he fetched her new outfit.

Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha grunted his assent and fished out his cell, figuring he’d pass the time scrolling social media while he waited. He kept his eyes on the screen, however his ears were trained toward the back, easily picking up Kagome’s shocked gasp when she finally got a good look at what she was wearing and Jak’s husky chuckle. He grinned, easily imaging how red her face was right about now.

It was a hell of a leather number, but it wasn’t anything too racy or indecent. He’d had Kagome in mind as he described what he wanted to the designer, and he was also positive Jakotsu was able to come up with something that suited his pretty dancer perfectly. His long time friend had been in the fashion industry for nearly twenty years now and his services were wildly coveted. Of course those services also weren’t free; Jak wasn’t afraid to charge what he thought was a fair price for his time and labor and his prices, while by no means cheap, were definitely fair. Jakotsu was talented as hell, he was fast, and the results were nothing short of stunning, and because of that he was pretty much booked twenty-four seven.

But because of his longtime friendship with the designer, Inuyasha was able to sneak in an order of his own. As always, Jak rose up to the task, always willing to help, and the producer was forever grateful to him. He always made sure to leave a generous tip for the designer, and although Jak never commented on it, Inuyasha suspected the gesture was very appreciated.

Inuyasha was just about to browse Kagome’s timeline on Facebook for the hell of it when he finally spotted the next notification at the top of the screen. Already suspecting who it might be, he brought up his messages with a flick of his finger.

you rang, my secret sex slave?

He snorted but grinned at the text, replying back.

vegas. this weekend. demo. yay or nay

Inuyasha hit send and idly tapped a claw against the screen as he waited for her reply. While her jackass husband was a different story altogether, he absolutely adored Kagura. She was like the favorite wine aunt that everybody knew and loved, only better because she was his sister-in-law and not his aunt. They got along famously because they had the same twisted sense of humor and it always made family gatherings so much more bearable.

Well, bearable for them. He was pretty sure for the rest of their family it was nothing short of obnoxious.

His phone buzzed and he wasn’t at all surprised to read her response, a puff of laughter escaping him.

FUCK YEAH BRO LETS LIGHT THIS BITCH UP, HOLLA see you soon, sexy 💋

Grinning, Inuyasha hurriedly sent her one last thing before ending the convo, bringing up the emojis and selecting the bikini, wine, and money emojis.

It was only seconds later he received a reply and he stood there snickering for a solid thirty seconds.

🖕🖕🖕

“Love you too, sis,” he chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

Not so subtle throat clearing had him pocketing his phone and lifting his head. “How does it fit—...uh...”

Just a few feet away from him, standing not in the leather corset and skirt he’d commissioned, Kagome’s slim figure was wrapped up in a deep red lace number that stole the very breath from his lungs and caused all coherent thought to flee his brain. The sleeves were wide and off the shoulder with a neckline that plunged just enough to show a teasing amount of cleavage. The skirt flowed and swayed around her legs at mid-calf and it looked to be asymmetrical, the back being slightly longer than the front. The waist was empire with black laces on either side and holy fuck did she look absolutely breathtaking in it.

Inuyasha didn’t know why she was wearing it and didn’t even care as he gawked at her, amber eyes greedily taking in the vision before him. In doing so he completely missed the dark flush on her face accompanied by the pleased but shy smile at his encouraging reaction.

“Ah,” Kagome said, biting down on her lip when burnished amber flew up to meet starling blue. Her smile widened a bit and she fidgeted, shifting her weight in the borrowed heels on her feet.

“Do I...look okay?” she timidly ventured, twisting her hands nervously in front of her. “Um, J-Jakotsu said I can have it...I guess the sale fell through or something?”

When all Inuyasha continued to do was stare, Kagome’s blush deepened and she ducked her head, wondering if perhaps she’d made a mistake in letting the designer talk her into trying it on.

“I’m sorry, I...guess I should have asked—”

“You’re beautiful,” Inuyasha blurted when he finally found his voice again. It was rough and he cleared his throat, sucking in a breath as he stared directly into her eyes, easily detecting the cautious hope in the churning blue waves of her gaze.

“R-really?” she asked a little breathlessly but then it faded just as quickly and she sighed quietly, staring down at the toes of her borrowed pumps. “But you’re probably just saying that, right? I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” Inuyasha was quick to cut her off, vehemently shaking his head. Kagome lifted her head to meet his gaze again and he let out a heavy breath, his eyes lowered to half-mast. Deliberately he swept his gaze down her figure, taking in every last minute detail before slowly raking his eyes back up to meet her own once more.

“I mean it, Kagome,” he rumbled. “You look...amazing. You’re amazing.”

She must have seen the sincerity in his eyes, heard it in his voice because she finally relaxed and beamed at him, giving a short little spin for him as a light, delighted laugh floated to his ears.

Aaaaand there goes his breath again. Fuck.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Inuyasha managed to tear his gaze away from her long enough to glance at the very smug looking designer standing behind her with his arms crossed.

“How much?” he asked because fuck it if he was leaving without that lace masterpiece.

Jakotsu smirked. “For you, darling, free of charge.”

At the producer’s frown, he shrugged and turned his gaze back to the young woman, his face softening into a fond smile. “Really. Call it a gift. The woman who commissioned it wasn’t able to pay up, and so it’s just been sitting on a mannequin in the back room, collecting dust. Honeybee here fell in love with it when she first spotted it.”

A guilty flush colored Kagome’s cheeks and she shrugged helplessly.

“It’s just dumb luck, don’t you think,” Jak said, sounding way too casual, “that it just so happens to be exactly her size?”

With that, the fashion designer tipped the half-demon a wink and strolled back from whence he came, beckoning his “Honeybee” with a crook of his finger. “This way, honey, and I’ll bag that up for you as well.”

With a radiant smile and one last glance toward him, Kagome nodded and followed after him, her borrowed heels clicking against the hardwood.

Once they were both out of sight, Inuyasha groaned and blindly reached out, catching himself on the counter to his left as he slumped against it with a hand over his heart. He dragged his free hand down his face and then thrust his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes and trying to grow some goddamn balls, for fuck’s sake.

Inuyasha was more or less composed when Jak returned a few minutes later with a knowing smirk on his face, both outfits bagged and draped over his arm. The half-demon leveled him with a look that quelled any smartass comments the designer had brewing. Clicking his tongue, Jak nonetheless remained quiet as he went behind the counter and rang him up for the leather outfit that was the purpose for this visit.

“How’d you do it?” Inuyasha murmured, fishing out his wallet and handing over his credit card.

“Do what?” his friend asked, his tone light, innocent. Inuyasha didn’t buy it for a minute.

“Don’t give me that,” he growled, scowling but it lacked any vehemence. “I can see why she’d fall in love with the dress, but how’d you talk her into coming out here and showing me? Kagome’s shy as hell. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything about the leather yet.”

Jakotsu clicked his tongue and inserted the chip end of the card into the card reader. “I didn’t.”

Inuyasha frowned. “What?”

The tailor paused and dark eyes flitted up to meet his own. A delicate brow arched up into carefully styled bangs and the corners of his lips hinted at a smile.

“I didn’t talk her into it. She wanted to show you herself.”

It was just closing in on 9 pm when Inuyasha pulled into the parking lot of Kagome’s apartment building and he was relieved to discover that it was one of the newer buildings with updated security. However, paranoid asshole that he was, he was still going to worry about her after he left no matter how new and fancy the alarm systems were. It was always dangerous for a young woman to be living alone, but he supposed short of staying here all night to watch over her, there wasn’t much Inuyasha could do so he dealt with it was best as he could and forced it from his mind.

Cutting the engine, he hopped out and rushed over to the passenger side. Before Kagome could protest, he reached in and stole both garment bags from her. She tossed him a grateful smile and threw her messenger bag over her shoulder before stepping out, allowing Inuyasha to shut the door for her as she dug around in her bag for her keys.

Neither spoke as Kagome led him up the staircase to the second floor and about halfway down the walkway before stopping in front of apartment 23D. Discreetly Inuyasha took in the scents as Kagome went about unlocking the door, gratified when he detected nothing that raised any red flags. He didn’t hear anything suspicious, saw nothing out of the ordinary, and finally conceded to himself it wasn’t a bad place to live.

“Um, would you mind bringing them in, please?” Kagome asked him, looking hopefully over her shoulder. At his nod, she smiled and unlocked the door, swinging it open.

“You can put them on the couch,” she told him as she stepped aside to let him pass, shutting the door behind him and flicking a light on. “I’ll take care of them later.”

Inuyasha grunted his acknowledgement and did as he was bade, stepping into the living room and carefully draping the bags over the back of the couch before stuffing his hands in his pockets and taking a look around. It was your standard apartment, nothing fancy; smallish kitchen to the left when you walked in, living room to the right, and a short hallway straight ahead where he assumed the bathroom and bedroom were.

It was tidy, smelled like her, and Inuyasha decided he liked it. “Nice place,” he commented, turning his gaze to her as she set her bag on the bar counter that separated the two rooms.

Kagome smiled and kicked off her shoes. “It’s not bad,” she conceded with a shrug and she wandered over to him. “It’s affordable and suits my purposes just fine.”

Inuyasha grinned. “I suppose it does,” he murmured and reached out to flick the bill of his hat she’d stolen from him. Whatever. Looked better on her, anyhow.

She giggled and took it off so she could hand it back, but then Inuyasha shook his head and pulled it back down onto her own again. She blinked in surprise, gazing up at him from under the bill of his cap.

“Nah,” he rumbled and gave it a playful tug. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Kagome’s eyes widened slightly as a blush stole across her cheeks. It was impossible to mistake the delight that flitted across her face and curled her lips upward into a soft smile.

“Good,” she said and her smile turned teasing as she reached up to set the cap more comfortably on her head. “Because I didn’t wanna give it back. I like this hat.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Cheeky brat,” he said and darted his hands out to try and tickle her, but she danced away with a mischievous giggle. He grinned and released a fond chuckle, shaking his head.

Confident he wasn’t going to try and tickle her again, Kagome edged closer and graced him with a brilliant smile. He was momentarily struck stupid and all he could do was stare and wonder how the fuck someone could be so damned beautiful and not know it.

“Thank you for today,” she said softly, the sincerity in her eyes and voice clear as day. Her blush was completely endearing as she continued, “You know, for...everything. Dinner, the clothes...um, K-Kouga.”

She ducked her head and her scent soured slightly as she recalled previous events. Inuyasha felt his mood momentarily darken as he also remembered that wolf creep who bothered her today.

He hoped to god the idiot had enough brains to stay away from her after boldly claiming that she was his, but he also wouldn’t put it past the shit for brains to try something again. Inuyasha could sense that he was the kind that couldn’t take a hint. Though he was glad she was going to be cautious by walking with her friends to and from class, he still didn’t like the thought of her being on the same campus as the fleabag. Especially when he was going to be about three hundred miles away and able to do absolutely fucking jack shit about it, and didn’t that darken his mood even more.

Biting back a growl, Inuyasha closed the scant distance between them and brushed his fingers across her cheek, prompting her to lift her head with a quiet gasp.

“You’re welcome,” he rumbled. “I wish like hell I could stick around to protect you ‘cause I know I’m gonna do nothing but worry while I’m away.”

Kagome blinked and her brow furrowed. “Are you going somewhere?”

Inuyasha sighed and grimaced before supplying, “I have a demo in Las Vegas this weekend that I can’t miss. My flight leaves early tomorrow morning and I won’t be back until Sunday night.”

He watched in dismay as Kagome’s face dropped in disappointment, though she tried to mask it with an understanding smile.

“Oh,” she whispered and well, hell. “That’s okay. I have clinical anyway, so...” She shrugged and looked away.

Yeah...no.

“C’mere,” he mumbled and tugged her against him, wrapping her up in his arms and briefly taking his hat off her head so he could bury his nose in her hair. Apparently giving up her front, Kagome’s arms slipped around his waist and he dropped a kiss to the top of her head. He felt guilty, which was ridiculous; he’d had this trip scheduled for over a month and he knew it was approaching.

Thing was, though, he felt like he was leaving Kagome behind and he absolutely hated it.

“Gonna miss me that much, huh?” he teased and felt her smile against his chest as she muttered for him to shut up. “I’d come back Saturday after it’s over if I could, but I have to attend a meeting Sunday morning and go over a bunch of boring shit that’ll probably put me to sleep.”

He was rewarded by her soft giggle. Gratified, Inuyasha pulled away and racked his fingers through her hair, quirking a grin. She returned it with a small but genuine smile

“Text me whenever you want,” he urged, sifting his fingers through her bangs and pushing them away from her eyes. “And on those really lonely nights, you can send a pic—”

“Ohmigod, shut up,” Kagome muttered and swatted his stomach, flushing darkly as he snickered and grinned unrepentantly. She rolled her eyes and tried to cross her arms but he snagged he around the waist again and brought her in for another hug.

“Fine, no pictures,” he chuckled and felt more than heard her huff. A second later her arms slipped back around his waist and he grinned in triumph. “Try not to miss me too much, babydoll. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Kagome smiled and sighed. “Back atcha.” She inhaled, taking in his scent of his favorite cologne and something earthier, attempting to ingrain it into her brain.

No promises, he thought and almost said it out loud before he caught himself. Selfishly holding her for just a minute longer, taking in her intoxicating scent and committing it to memory, Inuyasha sighed and finally pulled away. Fuck, but he was pathetic. It’s not like he was leaving for a fucking month. It was three goddamn days, for fuck’s sake!

Clearing his throat, he tugged his hat back down onto her head and flicked the bill, staring into twin pools of endless blue.

“Stay safe, babydoll. You call me if you need anything, alright? I’ll do what I can. The studio’s open for you whenever. Sango has a spare key and I’ll tell her you’re free to use it before I leave.”

Kagome actually rolled her eyes at him and tipped him a grin. “I’ll be fine, Inuyasha. I’m a big girl. I’ve been taking care of myself long before you came along, remember.” She winked and poked his chest. “I’m sure I can manage three days without my loyal guard dog.”

The look he shot her suggested her comment was not appreciated and her giggle told him she well knew that.

“Smartass,” he muttered and was just about to turn around to leave, feeling oddly bereft, when a small hand tugging on his arm gave him pause and he glanced curiously down at her.

Kagome blushed and before he could ask if she was okay, she surged up and pressed her lips to his cheek. The urge to turn his head and claim her lips with his own came out of nowhere and he sucked in a sharp breath as his heart kick started in his chest.

“Safe travels,” Kagome whispered, leaning back down and offering him a timid smile. “Text me when you land? So I know you got there safely?”

Expression softening, Inuyasha couldn’t resist bringing her back in for one last hug and she went willingly, tucking herself against him with a sigh.

“Will do, babydoll,” he rumbled and kissed her forehead. “Stay safe. See you Monday?”

Kagome nodded. With one last grin aimed her way, Inuyasha turned and exited the apartment, closing the door and waiting until he heard the snick of the lock and the deadbolt sliding home before walking away. Strangely, as he descended the stairs and fought against the urge to look back, he couldn’t help but feel that he’d just left his heart back in that apartment.

i plan on compiling all of the text screenshots i created for this story into one post after the last chapter is posted. just for the fuck of it because i had a lot of fun making them haha.

#move your body #part 5 #inukag #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #keizfanfiction

109 notes · View notes

everwitch-magiks · 3 years

Text

dance with somebody (ch. 25)

start from ch. 1 | back to ch. 24

"Oh lord," Bitty whispers to himself. "Oh my goodness."

How long has it been, since the first time he stood in front of the Samwell hockey Haus with a pie in hand, just like this? Four and a half years? No, even longer. Goodness gracious.

He's been able to visit from time to time, since graduation. Providence is close, after all, and the Samwell team will always hold such a dear place in Bitty's heart. It's just, usually, he's come down to watch a game, and always together with Jack. They've stopped by the Haus, of course, have made their rounds and tried to catch up with everyone. Besides, it's not like they don't see many SMH members, former and current, at various other social occasions every so often.

But it's just… Bitty loves coming back to Samwell with Jack, loves reconnecting with their important people and places together. Yet even so, Bitty's relationship with his former teammates isn't quite the same, with Jack added to the equation. Not that going back to the Haus with Jack is bad, or uncomfortable, or anything in between. Not at all. It's just…

Senior year, Bitty became captain. The boys all chose him. Stepping into that role, and leading them through that grueling season, through those excruciating, exhilarating, endless playoffs all the way to actual championship victory, is something that still means more than Bitty can put into words. It was everything. And Jack was there for all of it, yes, he supported Bitty through all of it – without Jack, Bitty isn't sure if he would've held himself together until the end. But while Jack was there, he wasn't there. It wasn't his team.

It was Bitty's.

It's not something that Bitty thinks of as a good thing or a bad thing. It's just the truth. And it probably says something that, when Bitty had hesitantly told Jack that he'd been thinking about making a visit to Samwell on his own, Jack had been completely unsurprised. In fact, Jack's smile had been so knowing, he'd almost looked a little bit smug.

"Of course, Bits. You tell your boys hello from me. Don't spoil them with too much pie, eh?"

Bitty adjusts his bowtie, a little wearily. Gosh. He's actually nervous, isn't he? He has literally no reason to be. It's just the boys, his boys. His home away from home. They'll be happy to see him. Won't they?

Maybe turning up unannounced was a bad plan.

"Bits?"

Bitty almost jumps, he's so startled.

Thankfully, it's just Dex.

"Morning!" Bitty tries for cheerful. It almost works. "I was in the neighbourhood, so. Thought I'd pop by for a bit."

"It's so good to see you, man." Dex is grinning widely as he goes in for a hug. Bitty somehow manages to balance his pie and wrap one arm around Dex, simultaneously. "How long can you stay?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose too much, I'm sure y'all are swamped with homework and practice and-"

"Don't be an idiot. Everyone's gonna be so psyched to see you." Dex's grin softens. "Actually, today, we're-"

"Bitty!"

"Holy shit, Bits!"

"Pie!"

Bitty can't help his smile as Nursey, Tango and Hops tumble out of the Haus. It's debatable, whether or not Nursey has actually managed to put shoes on.

"Careful," Dex mutters as he swiftly takes the pie out of Bitty's hands. "Got your back, there you go."

It's just in time before Bitty is engulfed in something that feels so much like a celly, his heart actually aches.

"Goodness, I've missed y'all." Bitty smiles helplessly. "My, Hops, were you always this tall?"

"Probably," Hops says. He grins widely. "Maybe you just got tinier? Even more itty-bitty."

"Hey, now!" Bitty exclaims. He's grinning, too. Somehow, he has a feeling he'll be doing little else, today. "I'll have you know I'm a perfectly respectable height, Jonathan."

"Come on!" Tango is literally tugging at Bitty's arm in excitement. "This is such perfect timing, we were just-"

"Holy shit. Isn't that Bitty? Hey, everyone, Bitty's here!"

There's the unmistakable sound of a hoard of hockey players sprinting down several flights of stairs, and that's only the calm before the storm.

It takes well over half an hour before Bitty actually makes it inside the Haus.

His heart feels pleasantly warm as he steps into the familiar kitchen. Dex has set his pie to the side of a counter, his aunt’s old curtains are still hanging in the window and someone has managed to keep those plants on the windowsill alive. There's even a couple of succulents that Bitty doesn't quite recognise. Evidently, Bitty's housekeeping ambitions are actually being honored.

Most importantly, though, the kitchen is absolutely bustling with activity.

"We're having a deluxe team breakfast," Chowder is telling him enthusiastically. "Or, well, sort of a team brunch. Except, it's more brunch and lunch, really-"

"And snacks!" someone chimes in. It takes Bitty a second to remember his name – Joseph Lyons, one of the so-called Scones. Bitty has met all of the freshmen before, and he's tried his best to be his usual, charming self and make an approachable impression, but there's certainly something of an endearing flush on the boy's cheeks as he speaks directly to Bitty. "We're actually making baked potato bites, soon as Whiskey's done with the oven. I hope you'll like them!"

"Oh, that's exciting! I'm sure they'll be delicious."

Bitty offers Joseph a somewhat distracted smile. Whiskey? The oven?

He looks further into the kitchen, and… Yes. There's Whiskey. He's mixing something in a bowl, and listening to a boy next to him. A boy who is prattling on about something as he chops vegetables, his brown eyes bright with excitement.

A decidedly unfamiliar boy.

"Hey, Ocean," Nursey says – the boy looks up. "Can I borrow that knife, when you're done?"

"Do we want Derek Nurse with a sharp object in hand?" Ocean asks, just a bit too loudly. He grins as the kitchen at large provides a good round of chirps in agreement. "How about you hand me those tomatoes, Nursey, and I'll take care of them for you."

Bitty watches the boy for a moment longer, his brows slightly furrowed. Ocean seems to fit in quite seamlessly. Did he recently transfer from another school? Or did Bitty somehow actually manage to forget a Scone?

"Hey. Bits."

Whiskey has looked up. For some reason, he's watching Bitty with a certain level of apprehension. Bitty quickly offers him a bright smile.

"It's good to see you," he offers, because it truthfully is. "Jack says hello, by the way."

Whiskey smiles, too.

"Tell him I said hi. I hope you're finding the Haus in a decent enough state?"

"Oh, you best be taking special care of my old room, too," Bitty chirps good-naturedly. "I hope it's to your liking, and all?"

"For sure. You can head up and take a look, if you'd like that trip down memory lane." Whiskey's suggestion sounds surprisingly sincere. "You know the way. Door's unlocked."

"Oh," Bitty says. It hasn't been on his list, exactly, but now that it's being offered… "You know, I'll actually take you up on that."

Whiskey nods towards him, once, before returning his attention to his bowl.

Stepping into his old room feels more than a little bit surreal. It's familiar, of course, but also very different. Whiskey clearly keeps it quite neat – the bed's been made, and it's not too cluttered, overall. There's a Samwell banner pinned to the wall and two eye-catchingly colorful yet discreetly minimalist posters above the desk. It all fits in well with how Bitty remembers Whiskey, on and off the ice – here lives someone with a good amount of discipline, and a simultaneous desire to stand out, and fit in.

On the desk, there's a framed picture of the team from last year's championship victory that Bitty can't look at without getting a lil’ teary eyed. He directs his attention out the window, instead. Unsurprisingly, the view is just the same as ever.

"Changed the decor a bit."

Bitty looks over his shoulder. Whiskey is leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. There's a bit of flour dusted over his sweater in a way that Bitty has no idea how to chirp him for. His expression is almost entirely unreadable.

"It's nice," Bitty tells him carefully. Gosh. This shouldn't be so frightfully awkward. "You look well, Whiskey."

"I'm doing alright." Whiskey steps a bit further inside the room. "Actually, I'm doing better."

"Oh." Bitty tries to smile. Is he supposed to offer a follow-up question? Is this a heart to heart, or small talk? "That's… That's nice to hear."

"Excuse me, sorry." Suddenly, unexpectedly, that boy from before pops in. Ocean. He goes straight for a backpack that's sitting on the chair by the desk. "Just need my charger. I'll get out of your way."

"No, wait," Whiskey says quickly.

The boy stills. There's a moment of eye contact between the two of them that Bitty can't seem to interpret.

"You two should meet."

Whiskey turns back towards Bitty. Slowly, and very deliberately, he places an arm around the other boy's waist.

"Bitty, this is Miguel."

Oh, sweet Mary.

Bitty looks between the two boys, blinking slowly. Of course. Of course.

"Hello." Evidently, Miguel has taken it upon himself to fill out the silence. His smile is, quite frankly, lovely. "Eric Bittle, right? I've heard so much about you."

"Oh, sugar, it's wonderful to meet you." Bitty has recovered enough to extend a hand. He's beaming, and it's probably ridiculous, but he can't quite bring himself to care. "My goodness. Hi. Are you a junior?"

"That's right." Miguel seems to take his enthusiasm in stride. He gamely shakes Bitty's hand. "Me and Whiskey had a class together, this fall."

"And now I can barely get you alone for a minute, given how the whole Haus has collectively adopted you." Whiskey doesn't sound at all bothered by this turn of events. He's got his hands back in his pockets, and he looks quite a bit more relaxed than before Miguel came in. "The Waffles are literally going to all of your games."

"Well, so are you," Miguel says, with a fond smile towards Whiskey. He quickly turns back to Bitty, though. "I'm on the water polo team."

"Isn't that something," Bitty says. And then it clicks. "Oh. Ocean, right?"

"Right." Miguel grins. "We don't really do nicknames in water polo, at least not the same way you lot insist upon, but it's actually-"

"Hey, Ocean!"

There's someone in the doorway. It's… A Scone. One of the Scones. Bitty really must try to visit more often. The Scone looks between the three of them, his expression mildly confused, before he states his business.

"Joyo and Jader need your advice on their potato-ricotta experiment."

"I'll be right there."

Miguel glances at Whiskey for a second, and there's another moment of silent communication. Then Whiskey nods.

Miguel offers Bitty another smile.

"I'm sure we'll have the chance to talk some more, but I believe I really must see to those potatoes.”

His hand touches Whiskey's briefly on his way out. Bitty would never have noticed, unless he'd known to look for it.

Unexpectedly, Whiskey closes the door behind Miguel. He turns back towards Bitty.

For a second, they just look at one another.

"He, uh." Suddenly, Whiskey seems flustered. "He's great. So great."

"I'm glad." Bitty has rarely meant something so much in his entire life. "Am I right to assume that the team doesn't know?"

"That's right." Whiskey actually looks a bit apprehensive. "We don't… I'm not out to my family. Or to many of my friends."

"I'm just so happy that you're happy." Bitty smiles. "And, can I… He's kind of unfairly pretty, isn't he?"

Bitty would never have guessed that Whiskey could smile so gently.

"Yeah. Honestly, he's kind of everything."

"Oh, Connor." Bitty wants to hug him. That would probably be a little much. "Aren't y'all just too sweet."

"I would, um." Whiskey hesitates. He starts over. "Could you not tell Jack?"

Oh.

Bitty feels surprised. And, surprisingly, just a little bit pleased. It's been somewhat unsettling, figuring out bits and pieces of Whiskey's current life through Jack, watching the two of them connect in a way that Bitty was never able to no matter how hard he tried. Still, he's grateful to Jack for trying to help Whiskey, and even more grateful to him for succeeding. Really, he is.

But it's honestly nice to know that Whiskey trusts him with this. To know that, when it comes to this, Whiskey actually trusts him more. Maybe it shouldn't matter, but if Bitty is completely honest with himself, it does.

"Of course." Bitty smiles. "Honestly, I'm so happy you even wanted me to know."

"I did. I really did." Whiskey runs a hand through his hair. "Bits, you… You must know that I have a lot of respect for you."

Bitty stares at Whiskey. He looks so earnest, and there's a depth to his words that Bitty already knows he will always remember. It's one of those moments in life.

"Thank you," Bitty says warmly. "You know, I've never wanted to make you feel like you need to make choices that aren’t right for you. That you’re not comfortable with."

"No, I know." Whiskey shakes his head. "You haven't made me feel that way. I've struggled with this for a lot of other reasons, I guess. The narrative is always about coming out."

"It is. And that's something I've certainly contributed to."

Whiskey actually smiles.

"Sure. But more than that, you've… I've been in this sport for years. And with everything that's happened with you, and with Jack, it's… There's a before and an after. Things are better."

"Oh. That's… Oh." Gosh, Bitty might actually be tearing up a little. When, exactly, did Whiskey grow up so much? "I'm so glad you think so."

"I believe it goes a little beyond my personal opinion," Whiskey says plainly. He's still smiling. It is, quite frankly, unsettling. "Should we, um. I think the Scones might die a little if you helped them with those potatoes. In a good way."

"Oh, I'd love to cook with those sweet boys." Bitty manages a slight grin. "You know… I almost thought Miguel was a Scone, too. Your boy's not really built for hockey, but he just fits in so well, I didn't know what to make of him."

"You sure you wanna talk about being built for hockey?" Whiskey chirps. He sounds almost playful. "I wouldn't, if I were you."

"Hey, now," Bitty admonishes cheerfully. "What happened to having lots of respect for me? Let's go back to that."

"Why don't we go back to the kitchen, instead?" Whiskey suggests. "I kind of need to check on the oven."

"Of course," Bitty agrees quickly. Obviously, the oven needs to take priority. "Is there, um, any chance you could remind me which Scone is Jader? I think I know, but…"

"Jaden Brant," Whiskey supplies readily. "Tall one. In your defense, he's pretty much joined at the hip with Joyo."

"He is, isn't he? Those two…?"

Whiskey smiles.

"Yeah. Those two." He looks away for a moment. "And that's… They're coming in as freshmen, immediately knowing they'll be accepted. No hesitation."

"That's so wonderful."

Whiskey looks at Bitty again.

"You did that," he says simply. "You know that, right?"

"No, I'm…" Dear lord, he's going to cry again. "Their decision to be open can't be only because of little ol' me. It can’t.”

"Maybe not only," Whiskey concedes. "But they chose Samwell for a reason. They knew they'd be safe here."

"Well. That is nice." Bitty wipes at his eyes. "Dear me, I'm… We should… Oven?"

Whiskey nods. His expression is soft in a way that Bitty can't quite put into words.

"Come on. There are literal and figurative scones to attend to."

As they're leaving the room, Bitty feels brave enough for one final, careful question.

"You actually bake?"

"I know," Whiskey says. He sounds… Relaxed. Content, even. "It's not bad. Feels like I'm doing something nice for everyone. You know?"

"Yes," Bitty agrees eagerly. This day is already turning into so much more than he could ever have hoped for. "Believe me, Whiskey. I know."

ch. 26

#check please #omgcheckplease #omgcp #eric bittle #connor whisk #OC: Miguel #all of the scones #literal and figurative #we're really really really nearing the end #there's only one update left #I've been writing this since March it is now December I have a lot of feelings about this #I hope you'll enjoy this and the next part ♡#dance with somebody #evie writes #fanfiction

29 notes · View notes

dcbbw · 4 years

Note

(last one, I promise!) Rachel prompt 28 - I'm alone and I just bought $15 in candy bars. What do you think?

Thanks so much for the ask, @zaffrenotes! I am using the DC Crew for this full-blown fic; in the first chapter of Aftermath of a Breakup, the gang did not see each other over the Christmas Break. This is what they were doing instead of hanging out……

Prompt is in bold. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.

All characters belong to Pixelberry except Alyssa Devereaux; she belongs to @burnsoslow and is used with permission.

Song Inspiration: January, Millie Lee: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3pIWpdzs2A

December 23

Riley

Riley stood in the feminine care aisle of her neighborhood CVS, braless under a tank top. Her sweatpants were loose around her waist and baggy everywhere else. She wore flip flops on her feet. Her hair was bushy and uncombed.

It was 12 degrees outside. She wore no coat.

Riley was not having a joyous holiday season. Ever since Drake Walker broke up with Riley at Target…her Target….life had not been good.

At work, her raise request had been turned down, and the Christmas bonus she received instead had been miniscule; while Maxwell used his bonus to pay off his credit cards, Riley was calculating how she could squeeze a dinner out and a tube of the new Bobbi Brown lipstick out of hers.

She wasn’t sleeping and was stress eating; her cart so far was filled with king sized chocolate bars, bags of some off-brand Cajun trail mix, and pints of ice cream.

If dealing with heartbreak and being broke wasn’t enough, Riley had a yeast infection, which is why she was now indifferently perusing her options for treatment. She tossed a box in the cart, and after a moment of thought, tossed in a box of Summer’s Eve as well.

As she dragged her feet up the aisle towards the cashier, she saw her Nosy Neighbor, Zack, headed her way. Inwardly, Riley rolled her eyes. The last person she wanted to see was anyfuckingbody. She mustered a tired smile and greeted her neighbor quickly.

“Riley, Riley, Riley! All set for Christmas?” Zack asked cheerfully.

Riley looked at him through slit eyes. Do I look ready for Christmas? Her tone, however, was neither sullen nor depressed, so she patted herself on the back for that.

“Just gonna be a quiet day for me”.

She eased past Zack towards the front of the store, hoping that was the end of the conversation. However, her neighbor followed behind her, still chatting. Riley tuned him out.

At the register, Riley pulled her items out of her cart, setting them on the counter. Zack reviewed her purchases, his eyes growing wide.

“Are you okay, Riley? That’s a lot of sugar!”

Riley kept her eyes on the counter, watching as the cashier swiped each item. “I don’t know, Zack. My boyfriend broke up with me less than three weeks ago. I’m alone and just bought $15 in candy bars. What do you think?”

Another candy bar was swiped. “Oh, my bad. $18 worth of candy bars.”

“I’m sorry, Riley”, Zack said softly. “You know, the church is having a dinner. You’re welcome to come.”

A sad smile crossed Riley’s lips. “Thanks, Zack. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

The cashier gave Riley her total; she dug in her pocket for her credit card.

Her card declined.

With a confused look, Riley ran the card two more times. Each time, it declined. The line behind her grew longer and a bit more impatient.

Riley couldn’t believe that on top of EVERYTHING ELSE, her card was freaking declining. To add insult to injury, it was the one with the highest credit limit.

Zack took out his card. “I got it, Riley. You can pay me back whenever.”

With tears in her eyes, Riley gathered her purchases and ran out the door.

“Merry Christmas, Zack!” she called over her shoulder in a broken voice.

Olivia x Max

Maxwell was stretched out on his couch, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. He was firing up the blunt he had just rolled. He inhaled deeply, feeling the acrid smoke fill his lungs. He exhaled with a deep sigh and smiled up at Olivia, who was straddling his lap.

Her hair was loose and fell in soft waves to her shoulders. She was wearing Maxwell’s pajama top and a lacy thong.

“Do you think we smoke too much weed?” he asked with a frown.

“It’s CHRISTMAS! Green is the color of the Christmas”, Olivia responded.

“So is red”, Maxwell countered.

Olivia clutched the bottle of merlot in her hand and held it aloft. “Which is why we have this baby!” she giggled.

The couple exchanged kisses between tokes and pulls at the wine bottle.

“You’re a Queen, you know”, Maxwell murmured against her skin.

Olivia shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

“You are!”, Maxwell insisted. He motioned for Olivia to get off him; when she did, he sat up, his gaze fixed on the scenery outside their living room window.

“We could live in this place far away. Cordonia! That’s its name! We could all live there! Be royals and nobles and shit.”

Olivia exhaled. “And what would we do there?”

“Noble shit! The guys would walk around with ivory tipped canes and wear monocles. And the ladies would wear fancy dresses and sip tea all day.”

“What roles would we have?”

Maxwell thought as he swigged wine. “Drake would definitely be a Duke. Of a real masculine sounding place…like Ramsford!

Madeleine would be noble but barely…. she’d be like a Baroness or a Countess or something. Her place would have a weird name.”

“Valtoria!” Olivia proclaimed.

“Riley…. she’s a Duchess for sure. Of Fydelia!”

“She could change the name to Rydelia!”

“Liam…. he’s like a Lord or something. Of Krona.”

Olivia frowned. “Krona sounds too masculine. You should make Drake Duke of Krona, and Liam the Lord of Ramsford.”

Her green eyes took in Maxwell. “And what about you?”

Maxwell thought. He reached for the blunt. “I don’t think I’m Duke material. I would probably be a Lord or something. Of Lythikos! There would be mountains and snow and stuff so I could ski and sled year-round.”

“And what about me?” Olivia demanded as she reached for the wine bottle.

Maxwell’s arm went around her shoulder as he pulled her closer. “You’re the Queen, my dear.”

“Who’s my King?”

“Bertrand. He’s the King.”

“Over my dead fucking body!” Olivia swatted Maxwell’s thigh.

“You two could have an arrangement or something. A Cordonian arrangement! And I, the Lord of Lythikos, would be your most loyal servant.”

Olivia stood, stretching her lithe body. “Well, come along, loyal servant; we have gifts to wrap before the munchies overtake us.”

Leo x Madeleine

“What can we take that won’t trigger Mother?” Madeleine asked as she and Leo wandered Whole Foods.

They were spending Christmas Eve with her mother, who was a newly recovering alcoholic. Adelaide had been sober a little over thirty days. Madeleine picked up a carton of egg nog; it had alcohol in it. She searched for a non-alcoholic version.

“Your mother drank anything that had liquor in it and made sure it did have alcohol when it didn’t. For over twenty years. At this point, liquids period is a trigger”, Leo said. “We should stick with tea, water, and soda.”

“I want to support my mother, Leo! She’s making strides to get better, to be better!”

Leo pulled Madeleine closer to him; one arm went around her waist, his hand splayed against her back. The other hand took the carton of egg nog from her hand and tossed it back into the dairy case.

“I know you do, Mads. I want to support her as well. But you can’t be her babysitter. If she didn’t think she could handle a dinner party, she wouldn’t be throwing one.”

“But Father will be there……” Madeleine’s voice drifted off as Christmas carols blared from speakers.

Leo’s eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed a little. “Did she invite him?”

Madeleine shook her head. “I don’t know. All she said was we were invited, and Father was coming.”

“That bastard has some nerve! Okay, change of plans. Your mom is coming to our place!”

Madeleine looked up at Leo, her green eyes hopeful and uncertain at the same time. “Are you sure?”

“Addy has thirty days under her belt. I want to see her get thirty-one. Godfrey being anywhere near her guarantees she goes back to Day Zero. She’ll stay with us through the New Year. She can sleep in our room and we’ll take the sleeper sofa.”

“But you just said we can’t babysit her”, Madeleine reminded him.

“She’s about to step out in front of a bus traveling at high speed down a narrow road. We’re protecting her.”

“I love you so much!!” Madeleine was near tears as she hugged Leo tightly.

Leo kissed her hair. “Same here. Now, you call your mom while I see if they have any cookbooks in this bitch.”

Drake x Alyssa

Drake’s eyes were fixed on the road as he drove Alyssa to the airport. Alyssa was singing along with a 90s song on the radio. Her hand rested lightly on top of Drake’s as DCA loomed in the distance.

“I wish you didn’t have to go”, Drake muttered as he changed lanes.

“Shhhhhh…I’m serenading you”, Alyssa scolded.

Drake grinned as he shook his head. How did this little tornado bowl him over so quickly? She made him smile, she made him tingle, she made him feel complete in a way no one had before.

Not even Brooks.

Guilt and sadness filled him at the thought of Riley. He needed to talk to her, but he had no idea what to say. Sorry wasn’t going to cut it, and Drake wasn’t good with words. He was shaken from his thoughts by Alyssa asking him if he enjoyed her singing to him.

“Of course, Devereaux. You should stay and give me an encore.”

“When I get back! And if we’re still together this time next year, I’ll bring you with me. Daniel and my friends will be thrilled to meet you!” Alyssa promised, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

“If we’re still together next Christmas, I’m taking you to Texas.”

“Christmas needs cold and snow, not swimming pools and shorts!”

Drake took the exit to enter the airport. “When you come back, if you’re up for it, I want to introduce you to my friends. We get together about once a month or so and hang out. Dinner, movies, bowling……that kind of stuff.”

“I’d like that”, Alyssa said softly.

Her eyes grew anxious. “What will you be doing on Christmas Day? I don’t want you to be alone.”

Drake shrugged. “Sleep. Watch basketball. Dinner with my sister, her fiancé, and my nephew.” He leaned over and snatched a quick kiss. “Missing you.”

“Stop making me fall for you!” Alyssa giggled as she pushed his arm lightly.

“I’ve already fallen. Join me, won’t you?” Drake said softly.

“I might take you up on that offer.” Alyssa tightened her hold on his hand.

Drake pulled up to the doors to the airline; he shut his truck off and rushed around to open Alyssa’s door. He lifted her from the seat and helped her out. She grinned up at Drake, her eyes shiny with tears. She stood on her toes, throwing her arms around his neck.

“I’m going to miss you so much!” She pressed her pink lips against his.

“You’re back on the 28th, right?

Alyssa nodded. “Late flight, though.”

Drake kissed her again. “I don’t care if it lands at 2am. Let me know when your flight is due back. I’ll be here.”

After a lingering kiss and a tight hug, Drake pulled Alyssa’s suitcase from the back of the vehicle and walked her to the doors.

As a bitter cold wind blew through his wool coat as if it were a cotton shirt, Drake waved to Alyssa until he couldn’t see her anymore.

Liam

Liam pulled underwear and socks from his dresser drawer to toss into his suitcase. He had his Santa socks, his Christmas tree socks, his jingle bell socks, his reindeer socks. He frowned as he looked for his socks with the gift boxes; ahhhh, there they were!

He was going to Boston for Christmas. It wasn’t his original plan.

Liam had wanted to stay in DC, come into the office while everyone else was on vacation, get some work done. Spend time with his friends, maybe go out for Chinese food and a movie on Christmas Day with Riley B. Or maybe Riley B. would cook Christmas dinner, and he could go to her place. Liam wouldn’t even have minded the fact that Drake would’ve been there.

Anything to take his mind off the fact that he was alone at Christmas when he wasn’t ready to be.

But when he met up with the gang last week, neither Riley nor Drake were there. Madeleine and Leo were going to her mother’s for a Christmas Eve dinner party and staying overnight. Maxwell and Olivia were going to Bertrand’s for the day and staying for dinner.

Liam figured Riley and Drake had plans as well, probably visiting Riley’s family in North Carolina. So Liam would be alone this Christmas, and the thought of going to an empty office drained him of his motivation to prove that he was worthy of the promotion.

After dinner with the gang, Liam had called his mom and told her he wanted to come home for Christmas. Eleanor had been ecstatic; she missed her sons.

“Is your brother coming?” she asked excitedly. Leo was not her biological child, but Eleanor considered him her own.

“Not this time. He’s going with Madeleine to see her mother. And he has to work the day after Christmas.”

“Well, we’ll see him next time! And we can Skypetime him or something! Now, I’m making a turkey and a leg of lamb. And my oyster dressing. And corn. And mashed potatoes with sour cream and giblet gravy.”

“Mom, you know I hate oyster dressing!” Liam protested.

“Your father loves it! I’ll make two dressings, but yours is coming out of a box.”

“Why can’t you just scoop mine out before you add the oysters?” Liam frowned.

“Stop frowning! Maybe I can do that…. we’ll see. You eat your weight in dressing, Mister!”

“How did you even know I was frowning?” Liam asked curiously.

“You’re my son. I know what you do!”

Liam smirked thinking that if his mom knew all he did……

“I know you do that too! So when will you be here?”

“Looking up flights now.”

“Let us know so I can have your father pick you up.”

“I can Uber, mom. You guys don’t need to come pick me up!”

“Nonsense. Your father will be there. Okay, gotta go……600 Pound Life is coming on, and I need inspiration to stick to my diet!”

Liam tossed in pants and sweaters; after some internal debate, he tossed in his work laptop. He had reached out to some old friends still in Boston, so hopefully he wouldn’t be working, but just in case. His packing done, he glanced at the clock. He had an early flight out in the morning, but he wasn’t sleepy.

He was thinking about Riley B. and what she was doing. He wondered what Drake bought her for Christmas. He hadn’t asked anyone for suggestions as he usually did. Liam wondered if it was a ring.

His eyes fell on the wrapped present he had bought for Riley B. They hadn’t done Secret Santa this year, but Liam knew Riley B. would love the bottle of Coco Chanel Mademoiselle. It was one of her favorite scents.

Liam decided to wait to see what Drake got her; it was five years now for them. Time to put a ring on it or let her go. If Drake did give her a ring, it could be an engagement present.

Liam hoped it wouldn’t be.

With a sigh, he climbed into bed and turned off the lamp. He grabbed his phone and texted Riley, wishing her a Merry Christmas.

She responded back almost immediately. Merry Christmas, bestie.

Liam stared at his screen before sending his response. You’re my best friend, too.

He rolled over, closing his eyes, phone clasped in his hand. I love you.

Tagging: @sirbeepsalot @wannabemc2 @topsyturvy-dream @jared2612 @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @custaroonie @i-am-liam-rhys @jovialyouthmusic @thequeenofcronuts @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @amomentofsinclairity @bobasheebaby @ao719 @sashatrr @marietrinmimi @ladyangel70 @gardeningourmet @umccall71 @angi15h @romanticatheart-posts @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @blznbaby @tabithacarlisle @emceesynonymroll @bbrandy2002 @ab1901 @janezillow @debramcg1106 @radlovedreamer @jessiembruno @lodberg @thecordoniandiaries @ramseyandrys @caroldxnvxrs @princess-geek @burnsoslow @annekebbphotography @merridithsmiscellany-blog @emichelle @indiacater @loveellamae @forthebrokenheartedthings-blog @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @bebepac @zaffrenotes @queenjilian @princessleac1

84 notes · View notes

thepastelyakuza · 5 years

Text

Magic ways (Taiga Saejima x reader)

Chapter 1 : A kind gesture

With the help of your friend moving back into your “new” apartment, y’all went out to celebrate. Resting at your favorite izakaya. Luckily it’s not crowded at this time of night. While talking about old times with your friends, you can’t help but notice the lone patron at the end of the bar.

Y/f: your friends name

Warning: knives, cursing, and sexual harassment

Intro / Next

UPDATE:spellcheck,saejima not giving out his name, reader doesn't know the relation between saejima and majima, third person pov, adding and removing things

“That should be the last of it.” y/f huffed. Exhausted from walking up and down the stairs all morning. Carefully placing the brown box next to the others that covered the floor of the tiny apartment. For being a small apartment, it has enough room for a bedroom and a tiny kitchen. Sure, it needs a little bit of TLC here and there. But it’s good enough against Champion District standards. Good enough for y/n, since she moved back from her home country. ”Five years.” she thought while putting away the dishes in the cupboard. Five years since she left Kamurocho. Five years of running away from her problems. Y/n would’ve stayed longer if she confront it head-on. Just the mere thought of it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Shaking away the anxiety that crawled against her skin. Clouded her every thought. Beginning to suffocate. ”Deep breaths, y/n. Deep breaths.” Calming down before moving on to the next box. While away, she made it her personal goal to start over. A fresh start. Learning from her mistakes and grow from them.

Y/f and y/n spend half of the evening unpacking and organizing. Tossing the remaining pile of collapse boxes to the side.

”Thank you for coming all this way and helping me move.” turning towards her friend.

She really meant that. Without their help, y/n would still struggle on finding a place to live. They’ve been by your side every step of the way. Encourage y/n during your process of”rebirth”.

”No problem. Consider this as a housewarming gift.” giving y/n an over exaggerated curtsy.

Softly punch y/f arm while walking back to her room. ” I hope you have something cute to wear because we’re celebrating.”

”You know I always come prepared.” y/f smirked

Club after club. Drinks after drinks. Y/f and y/n staggered through the neon lights of Kamurocho. Their laughter and the clacking of their heels blended within the bustling street. Walking through memory lane in their wavy state. Hoping to find the closest restaurant to soak up their alcohol. Resting under the nearest conbini.

” I’m going inside, need anything?” y/f placing their hand on y/n shoulder.

Looking up at the night sky, lost in her own thought” No, I’m good.” y/n hummed.

Y/f nods and walks inside with the chime from the door following behind them. Y/m smile as she continuing looking up at the beautiful night sky. The cool night breeze brush against her face. Even though she just came back to Kamurocho, she feel like everything going back to place. It’s not much but it’s a head start to reclaiming things that she once loved. Having her best friend by her side helped replace old memories with new ones. This could be a beautiful start of a long journey. Her deep thought was invaded by the chime of the door and voice of her friend. Looking back to see them with a bag in hand.

”what you get?”

”Oh, nothing. Just some water.” pulling the contents out of the bag.”At least it could help us sober up a little bit.”

she nod in agreement. Looking back at the neon night sky. Until y/n gasp loudly.”I know the perfect Izakaya that we should stop at!” turning back to y/f in excitement.”It’s not that far from here, I promise.” gleefully taking y/f hand. Dragging them along. Through twist and turns to streets to alleyways, all she could think about is praying that it’s still there.

They stopped in front of a small, hidden, traditional izakaya. A small row of red paper lanterns dangled from the ceiling. Cascading the white curtains with red hues. Y/f looks at y/n confused. Seeing the anticipation in her eyes. ”It still looks the same.” she thought.

”So…this the place?” with a concerned look on her face.

”Yup!!”y/n said cheerfully.

Both looking at each other. Filling the space with awkward silence.

”what!?”

”Nothing. Nothing.” y/f lifting their hands up in defense. ”I just didn’t think it would look like….this…”

Rolling her eyes. ”Come on. It’s fine. Trust me.” before dragging y/f inside.

The savory aroma and the heat of the building washes over y/n. Y/n could swear that she can feel her mouth watering. One of the many things she missed while away from Kamurocho. Its large interior makes up for its small exterior. With the traditional decoration paired with the homey atmosphere, made y/n fall in love with it. Something that she can’t really put her finger on but still adore. Luckily, it’s not crowded at this time of night. Mostly old men, salaryman, or curious people that explore the allies would know about this place. Tonight, only a somber, built man at the bar and an unfamiliar cook. They walked at the far end of the bar.The young female cook walks over to the group.

”what can I get ya.”

Looking at the menu above her. ”I want the tempura udon and sh-” y/f was suddenly cut off by her friend.

”yakisoba!” (Y/F) chirped

” and she gets the yakisoba.” she chuckle.

With a nod, she started cooking. Y/f and y/n started small talk to pass the time. Commenting on how y/f almost got a date but the free drinks was totally worth it. As y/f retells her experience with the”hookup”, y/n went back to absorbing her surroundings. She can’t help but notice the man at the other end of the bar. His bear-like statue. His long black hair that used a veil to hide his melancholy expression. She can’t help but be enticed by him. Only to get cut by the sound of bowls clack against the countertop. Thanking the cook. Y/f already has their first bite. Moaning of enjoyment on how good the food taste.

Shaking her head.” Told you it was good.” she smirked. All y/n got from them was y/f furiously nodding their head in agreement and back to eating.” I wonder...” she thought.

”Excuse me, Miss.” raising your hand to catch her attention. She peeked over her shoulder to look at y/n. ”Does Hisao still work here?” she asked. Hoping she got the answer y/n was looking for.

”Hisao...” the young girl hummed. Before she could answer, a bearded man with a blue bandanna wrapped around his head peaked out from the main kitchen. Search for who called his name. Seeing y/n face cause him to race around the counter.

”y/n-san!!” swooping Y/n in for a bear hug.He apologizes after letting her go. Introducing himself. He explained how they met years ago. Joking how y/n only know a smidget of Japanese when they first met. Not enough to save her own life.

”But you helped me out though!” she yelled in protest.

Crossing his arms,” I did. I did. How about this.” Searching through the cabinet to find the perfect alcohol for this occasion. Pulling out his best bottle of sake. Setting the glass cups on the bar.

“��A round of drinks to celebrate?” Gesturing his cup towards y/n.

Y/n smiled. Taking the cup from Hisao hands. “Why not!”

“Hey Namiko, you joining in?” Hisao asked while pouring sake in each cup. Namiko declines while attending for the lone patron.

Raising his glass,” To y/n!!” The group raises their glass in return.

”Kanpai!!” they cheered. Clanking their cups together. Causing y/n to spilled her drink a litlle bit.

Even though y/n try to focus on Hisao story, she can’t help but take small glances at the somber man. The more she look, the deeper her heart sank.

” I hope he’s okay.” she thought.

”Hey, I’m going to go to the restroom.”y/f slurred. Y/f been hammering drinks back to back.From the previous drinks from the club to now.

”Okay. We’re heading back home when you come out.” swirling her cup.

Watching y/f staggered into the bathroom. With one last look at the lone patron, y/n called Hisao over. Whispering in his ear while taking quick looks at the other end of the bar. Grinning ear to ear, Hisao nod at y/n and rush back into the kitchen.

“How long will it takes before I get caught? What I’m gonna do now? I can’t just lay low forever. They gonna find me eventually.” Been away for so long, how can he adjust to normal society. Everything that he learn from the outside life have been tarnished and transformed into the prison way of life. So many troublesome thoughts swirled around inside his mind. Making him fall deeper into the void. Hearing the phantom screams and gunshot in his head. For 25 years, it never went. No matter how hard he tries. It turned into an invisible tattoo on his soul just like the tiger on his back. Only he can really see it. His only way to numb the pain by soaking in cheap liquor. There was a light at the end of his mental tunnel.

The smell and the warmth of the chicken cutlet curry caress his face beneath him. Looking up confused. Wondering who bought this for him. He clearly remembers he didn’t order it or maybe his memory was so jaded enough to forget. Looking at the other end of the bar, a young lady catches his eye. She smiles and raised her glass towards him before looking back to her friend camimg out of the restroom. He nods before turns back to his meal. Taking his first bite.

” It’s a start.”

”Looks like I’m calling it a night.” passing her bowl and cup back Hisao. ” it’s nice to catch up again.” rummaging through her purse to find her wallet.

”Tell me about it.” he said with his arms crossed. Paired with his signature charismatic smile.

Pulling out her wallet to pay her tab. He waves y/n off. ”Don’t worry about it. It on the house.”

”you sure? I should pay,at least.” Being very persistent. It was always an ongoing battle between the two. With a sigh of defeat, y/n put her wallet back in her purse. Helping y/f off their chair, they bowed and thank him for the drinks. He wished the group a safe walk back home before as they walk outside the door.

On their way back home, y/n noticed that y/f started to get anxious and holding y/n sleeves tight.

”I think we’re being followed.” y/f whispered in her ear. Fearing that whoever behind could hear them. Y/n glanced behind to see two suspicious men in baggy clothes matching their footsteps. Y/n nod and decided to quicken up the pace. Only to suddenly crashed into a man in a suit. His chest was slightly bare. Decorated with fake jewelry. Have his cheap cologne invaded her nose, she recoil away from him. Y/n could’ve sworn that he appeared out of nowhere. Y/n apologize and quickly walk around him. Only to be blocked by him.

”What’s the rush sweetheart. Acting like something is chasing ya heel.” he smirked

Something about him gives y/n bad vibes. something is off. ”I’m just trying to go home.” still trying to avoid him.

He laughs loudly. ”Home!? The night is still young, baby.” he grabs her chin to up at him. ” How about you and your friend can have some fun with me. I can show you a thing or two.” His tongue slithers out. Making y/n flesh crawl. Not wanting to show weakness, she pushed his hands off her face.

”Hell. No.”

Pushing away from him. Holding y/f close to her who is slightly sober but not enough to protect themselves. It seems that he didn’t like no for an answer. Grabbing y/f arm, pulling them back which cause y/n to fall back to him. Surrounded by him and two stalkers from earlier.

Laughing menacing,” Bitch, I’m not gonna let you get a chance.” he growled.

”Fuck I should have known.” she thought. They were working together all along. Stalking on their next prey and we just happen to fall into their trap. Y/f holds y/n closely. Afraid of being snatched away from y/n. They carefully slide pepper spray in y/n hand as the gangman slowly surround them. As the two baggy stalkers got close to y/n, she quickly sprayed them. Punching the other thug in the face while he was distracted. Resulting him to pass out. As the ringleader looks back at his crew in disbelief, y/n grab y/f hand and dashed down the street. All she can here was footsteps and the ringleader calling her a bitch. Dodging through alleys, hoping that she could avoid them that way.

“Just remember what he taught you.” repeating in her head.

Y/n didn’t care if her heels is gonna make her fall against the concrete ground. All she cared about is getting her friend back home safe. Y/n feel a lump in her throat as run into a dead end. Hearing that same menacing, gut-wrenching laugh behind.

”Shit….”

Her gut was right. They caught up with them. Y/n pushed her friend behind to protect them. They continue to stalk towards them.

”You sure are a tough cunt to pull that off. Now.” pulling his knife. ”Let’s try this again.” dragging the knife against her chest and up against her cheeks. The cold blade sending shivers down her spine. Still not wanting to show fear.

“ If you ever get in trouble, NEVER show that you are afraid.They will use it against you and eat you alive.”

One the many lesson he taught y/n before he left. y/n was grateful for that.There where days when she had to defend for herself. But tonight was not one of those days.

Snapping back to reality as the ringleader hovers near y/n ear.

”The boss dog will sure take a liken to you. What’s the harm of having a taste, first? Right?” he hummed. He low voice vibrate against her neck.

”Boss dog?” she thought. Looking down at his suit collar to see a pin that stuck out like a sore thumb. ” It can’t be.” she whispered. Before y/n put two and two together, a wet sensation of a tongue dragged across the side of y/n neck. Closing her eyes in disgust. Holding y/f hands tight for comfort. Wishing this nightmare would end. Feeling his tongue suddenly disappear away from her neck. The sound of shoes scuffing and bodies slamming against the concrete. Y/n carefully open her eyes to see the yakuza’s bruised and passed out of the ground. Above them was the somber man from earlier. Feeling the weight being lifted off her shoulder.

”You guys alright?” he walked carefully toward them.

Y/n let y/f out of her grasp. Comforting them and repeatedly apologizing. Sure they shaken up a bit but they reassured y/n they was fine. With a sigh a relief, she still feel guilty for bringing them to this mess. y/n look at her now swollen fist. Lost a few nails. Luckily they was fake but sure hurts like hell.

”Yeah, we’re alright.” facing his direction. Surprise to see to have not a scratch on him. He must be really that tough she thought.

Completely bowing to him. ”Thank you for helping us out. I wouldn’t know what would happen to us if you hadn’t shown up.”

He nodded”You should be careful out here. Should’ve known that alleyways can be the death of ya.”

Y/n shameful look away,” Tell me about.”

”Hey, how about I walk y'all home. Treat it as payback from the meal from earlier.”

”That’s why you look so familiar!!” y/f shouts.

They both looked at y/f sudden realization. Y/n chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the atmosphere.

”Sure” walking out the alley. Getting a good distance away from the yakuzas. ” Before we continue, I need to know your name.” He raised an eyebrow. “For safety reason.” Seeing him become hesitant, you decide to break the ice.

”I’m y/n and this is y/f.” raising her eyebrow at him.

”Suzuki.”

”Good!!” she chirped” Now let’s get going.”

Saejima falls behind while the duo takes lead. Giving them space but close enough to follow them. Surprised on how cheerful and talkative y/n and her friend are. Despite what happened earlier. Noticing how shes being aware of her surroundings.

”Hey, Suzuki” y/n looked over her shoulder

Suddenly getting dragged into the conversation. ”hmm.”

”How the food taste? Did it taste alright?”

Rubbing the back of his head. “It tastes alright. Thanks for the offer.”

Giving him a tender smile in response. Being taken aback, he quickly looks away.

”Good. That what I usually eat when I feel sad or not feeling well.”

”Well, it looks like you need to cheer up more.” y/f laugh while poking at y/n waist.

” You know what!?” y/n yelled in defense. Try to hide the smile that crept on her face.

Saejima can’t help but sigh and smile a little from the funny interaction between the two friends. Of course, not leaving him from the conversation. As the continued from their walk, a black car with tinted windows slowly stops next to them. As the backseat window rolled down, a voice emerged from the car. The voice belonging to his oath-brother. A voice she all too familiar of. Quickly hide behind Saejima. Having her back pressed against his as she faked a phone call.

”Eyy,need a ride back home?” Majima yelled out of the car window. Basically dangling outside the car.

”I’m good. Have to walk them back home.” gesturing the group behind him.

” How bout this, I drop everyone back home.” Majima looking over Saejima shoulder.

Y/f looks at y/n for a response. Shaking her head and mouthing the word no.

”No, we’re good.” y/f peaked out from behind.

With a nod between the brothers. “Guess I see you later.” saejima shrugged while putting his hands in his pocket.

“Have fun with your new lady friends!!” He cooed before he crawled back inside his car.

Saejima shakes his head in disappointment while y/n try to blend into the darkness. Watching the black car drive away, y/n step out of her makeshift hiding spot. “Only a couple of blocks away.” she thought. Looking over the buildings

“Thank you walking for walking us back home. But I think we got it from here.” Y/n said with a long bow.

First time being out and already been shown respect. Something that he’s not used to. Putting his hands back inside his pockets. ” Don’t sweat it. Just get home safe. No alleys this time.”

she laughed softly. Making his heart skipped a beat.

” I promise.” she smiled. With a quick bow from y/n and her friend, she continue to walk. Only to look back to wave him goodbye. Watching the duo disappeared into the darkness, he hopes that they make it back home safely. All he could think about was that girl smile. Shaking away his thoughts. Walking back to the opposite direction.

“It’s a start.”

#taiga saejima x reader #yakuza fanfiction #self inserts #taiga saejima #sorry for being so long #even though hes there for a little bit #making it up for the next chapter #ryu ga gotoku fanfiction

32 notes · View notes

sapphicscholar · 6 years

Note

Excellent latest chapter of TiNAC, brilliant visuals, nicely done. I was wondering if you'd take a prompt for our troublemaking trio? Something to do with Maggie having so much more hair to play with than the other two, with Alex and Lucy loving it immensely. Vague I know, but yours to do with as you please.

Hey! Sorry this took a long time to get to, but I just finished it and posted it on AO3. It’s short and fluffy with some vaguely NSFW dialogue (I combined it with a prompt for pure fluff for these three), but hopefully you still enjoy it!

Chapter Text:

“We should do something,” Alex sighed, though she made no moves to actually get up and out of bed.

“It’s Saturday,” Maggie said, fixing Alex with a stern look from her place curled up on the edge of the bed. “We had a long week. I’m exhausted. Just relax and enjoy a lazy morning in bed.”

“At this point it barely still qualifies as morning.”

Lucy finally pulled her head up off of the pillows to glare at Alex. “It’s still the AM, Danvers. Weekends are sacred, and Saturday in bed is my church. So shut up and enjoy.”

“Ah, yes—the gospel according to Lucy,” Maggie teased.

“I tend to make Alex cry out to God an awful lot…”

Alex rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow over at Lucy’s head. “Fuck off.”

“Now it’s starting to sound like a proper weekend morning.”

“Do it on the couch,” Maggie grumbled, gesturing at the heating pad she had been clutching to her stomach since her cramps woke her up early that morning.

Alex let out a sympathetic noise and gently kissed Maggie’s forehead, throwing an arm around her. She’d been the one popping advil and whining for the heating pad the second she got home from work for the past two days, and she remembered just how sweet Maggie had been then, even going out to the store on a rainy evening when they ran out of her peppermint tea. “What do you want to do today? Watch old movies? Bake something? Play a board game?”

“So you’ve really decided I’m the grandma partner, huh?” Maggie asked, wincing slightly as she let out a laugh.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking those activities,” Alex assured her, cuddling a little closer and carding her fingers through Maggie’s hair.

“Well…” Lucy trailed off, a teasing smile on her lips. “So long as you don’t start turning down sex in favor of sunrise walks on the beach and knitting projects, I guess you’ll do.”

“Shut it, Lane. You two are the ones that always need to bring sweaters out in case the temperature dares to drop below 60.”

“You know we’d rather have you warm us up, but Kara tends to frown upon that when we’re all out together.”

“She didn’t use to mind when you and I cuddled at game nights,” Maggie corrected Alex, shooting a look of mock accusation at Lucy. “Someone finds it difficult to keep her hands in appropriate places…”

“Someone probably just has everyone’s best interests in mind.”

“Oh really, Luce? And who benefits from traumatizing my little sister?”

“Well I certainly find it enjoyable… But Lena benefits too.”

“And how does that special brand of Lucy logic work?”

“The quicker I traumatize Kara, the faster she asks us to leave. And the faster she asks us to leave, the sooner she and Lena are left alone. And the sooner they’re left alone…”

“The sooner my baby sister gets to hang out and do totally appropriate things with her girlfriend,” Alex cut in, folding her arms across her chest.

“Mhm, just like we come home and do totally appropriate things here.” Lucy dragged herself out of bed before Alex could whack her with a pillow. “I’m putting on water for tea!”

“Want me to get you a double-toasted bagel?” Alex asked Maggie, but Maggie just shook her head no, burying further under the blankets as she curled tighter into Alex’s side.

“Maybe we cuddle and watch something?” came Maggie’s muffled voice.

“Sounds perfect.”

Once Lucy came back in with a plate of waffles for Alex, a bowl of fruit for herself, and a few mugs of tea, all precariously balanced on the tray they used for their lazy mornings, Maggie propped herself up and grabbed one of the mugs, smiling as the steam curled up from it, wafting the smell of peppermint in her direction.

“What do you wanna watch?” Alex asked passing the remote over to Maggie.

“Something light,” Maggie mused, trying to think of movies they hadn’t seen lately that fit her mood for the morning. “What about Legally Blonde?”

“I’m down.” Alex looked over at Lucy who nodded her agreement.

By the time they finished eating and drinking their tea, Elle had been accepted to Harvard and Maggie had found her way between Alex’s legs, her back propped against Alex’s chest as Alex scratched her head, pulling soft, contented noises from Maggie.

“Should we get out Lucy’s curling iron and give you the Elle Woods look?” Alex asked, curling a section of Maggie’s hair around her finger before letting it go, smiling at the way the waves held slightly.

“Not today,” Maggie laughed.

“You’d look cute with some curl, I bet.”

“She looked way better with my french braids,” Lucy chimed in, already pulling out her phone to get the photos she had taken. Figuring a long enough conversation was about to start, Maggie hit pause on their movie.

“Ooh, Kara posted some article about all these different braid styles. We should have a contest.”

Maggie cleared her throat and dropped her head to Alex’s shoulder, looking up at her and trying not to giggle at the upside-down look. “You know, maybe the one with enough hair to have a braid should get to have a say in this.” As it turned out, the following weekend Lucy used her own period as an excuse to demand that competition, and Maggie found herself set up in the middle of the bed, one of her girlfriends on either side of her, nothing but a hair tie and a comb each, as they both made their way through Kara’s list, testing each braid for categories like style, evenness, and endurance. Maggie would have tapped out after the first or second round if it weren’t for Alex’s suggestion that sex, rather than pure exercise, was a better way of testing endurance. Once that change went into effect, she found she didn’t much mind the short bursts of hair styling.

Lucy made a show of pretending to think about it before shaking her head. “Nope. You already admitted that you like it when we play with your hair.”

“I like it when you do stuff like this,” Maggie clarified, gesturing at her head where Alex’s fingers were once more gently massaging her. She was more than ready to admit that a head, neck, or back massage was her absolute favorite way to end the day. “I did not love it when you kept me captive for an hour trying to, and I quote, ‘braid better than Lois.’”

“It’s an important life skill.” Lucy thought back to the years when her big sister had taught her how to braid, though she’d refused to go out in public, even just on her runs, with Lucy’s braids in, always pulling them out and redoing them first.

“Lois hasn’t braided anyone’s hair in years!”

“You don’t know that. Maybe Clark wears a wig for her.” Alex snorted at the image, and Maggie just shook her head. “Plus, you know I made it worth your while.”

“Alex made it worth my while,” Maggie countered, and she could feel Alex puff out her chest slightly as though proud of the memory.

“I was the one who suggested she go down on you until I was done.”

“And she’s the one who made me come hard enough to forget all the tugging and pulling at my hair.”

“Alex likes it well enough…”

“I’m sure Alex wouldn’t like it that much if we started pulling her hair out of the bedroom.”

Alex began nodding in agreement with Maggie, but Lucy cut her off: “Patently false. She liked it on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen table that one time…”

“Point taken,” Alex huffed. “Now, are we ready to go back to the movie?”

“Fine,” Lucy sighed.

#ask me #sarcasticallyinspired #director sanvers #prompt fill #fluff #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #lucy lane #alex x maggie x lucy #short fic #fanfic #supergirl #ao3feed

37 notes · View notes

spectralghost13 · 4 years

Text

Pearlescent and Gold

( this is a shorter story I wrote for a writing course, it is gorey and dark, trigger warning for drugs and mutilation. If you want to read feel free to continue! I’d love to hear feedback! 💚)

The night sky loomed overhead pitch black and shining like diamonds, hidden by the trees and buildings with the lamp posts' light accentuating the leaves. Cobblestone paths lining the road coated in a thin layer of glitter following the party that occurred earlier that day. The party in the streets was to celebrate the final capture, arrest, and conviction of the notorious “pearly” serial killer, the man who killed 13 local women over the course of a year. Now that he had been done away with all felt safe once again in their small town of Windrip.

With the newfound security filling the town parties are more abundant than ever as ladies feel safe going out again at night. It is at one of these parties I found myself today.

I was dressed in a pearlescent suit, pearl jewelry set, and black button up. The theme was precious materials to honour the victims of The Pearly Killer, I chose pearl, but many were wearing silver or reds to represent garnets or rubies, one thing we all had in common were thematic masks worn on our faces. Everyone looked beautiful, but one girl stood out on the dance floor. Golden and bright she danced, light on her feet and nimble she moved from side to side, changing dancing partners every few minutes. The dance floor was a blur of colours but the only one I truly cared about was her. Regardless of how breathtaking she was and how desperately I wanted to dance with her I stayed to the side, silently watching and sipping my champagne.

“ Soooo, ya come here often?” a sultry voice asked in a playful tone.

I jumped, not expecting anyone to have noticed, let alone talk to me. I turned to see a man, also in white, holding a glass, ebony hair slicked back, and a smile donning his face, icey eyes staring into mine.

“ No, I don't actually,” I sipped the champagne, bubbles filling my mouth before burning their way down my throat. “ I much prefer the library, it's far quieter.” A smirk playing on my lips as I glanced between him and the dance floor, although I lost the girl in gold. Damnit.

“ Ohh the Library ya say? Ya consider ya’self a bit of an intellectual do ya?” a mischievous tone in his voice, it made my gut churn and my palms sweat.

“ Yes. The library. Where the books are. And people leave you alone when you are alone. And no, I don't consider myself an ‘intellectual’, I consider myself a college student. Now if you'll excuse me-” I moved to push past him but he turned in to me, blocking me further.

“ Oh come on, ya aren’t goin’ to leave me hangin’ are ya?” his lax body language angered me more so than anything, couldn’t he see I was done with the conversation?!

“Yes. I am. Now if you'll excuse me!” shoving him out of the way I tried to ignore his remarks as I made my way to the dance floor. I couldn’t wait anymore to try to find that gorgeous girl in gold.

The people on the dancefloor were absolutely buzzing, their voices drowning out the music, their bodies holding the beat regardless. A whir of colour moving around me as I searched the crowd. It was so hot, the movement around me causing sweat to form on my brow and leading me to loosen my shirt collar. Nowhere on the dancefloor could I find her. Many a person pulled me to dance, regardless I’d pull away and continue my search.

Once I went outside… I found her. Shimmering in the moonlight, leaning against the brick, she was there, chest rising and falling in rhythm, eyes closed. She was even prettier up close… so close…

I watched as my hand reached out to touch her, getting ever closer to her shoulder. I could feel her heat, so close to my fingertips. So nearly there. When she looked over, I jumped as her eyes shot open and she gasped. The shock on her face eased into a deep sigh, clutching her chest she took several deep breaths.

“ Holy shit you scared me!” she laughed quietly, leaning back again to the wall and sliding down slightly. “ Did you need anything?” The smile on her face spoke more words about who she was than anything she did at the party. It was tender, kind, and loving. I could feel my cheeks set alight and my walls melt under the gaze of her tawny eyes, golden hues surrounding them accenting their depths.

“ Yeah… yeah. You look amazing tonight… my name is Lyna Mckay,” I extended my hand to her, hoping for the best.

“ Maria May,” she took my hand and gave it a shake, her hands were so soft… “ And thank you, I tried,” she moved a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at me with near perfect teeth shining white. She was so beautiful.

“ Would you like to, maybe ditch this party and come hang out? You don't have to, but I'm done with this party, and it seems like you are too, so…” I met her eyes and smiled, gently holding on to her hand.

She seemed… apprehensive, biting her lip and looking down before lifting her head and nodding. She gripped my hand and off we went, a local coffee shop was still open so... that's where we went.

The coffee shop had that small-town cottagecore aesthetic to it. Cobbled brick exterior, floral tablecloths, pastel neutral colours dotted everywhere, and that calming smell of oatmeal and cinnamon buns in the air. It was quiet, just the soft piano music from the radio on the counter balanced it out, it was a far cry from the frenzy of dancing and socializing people at the party. The owner of the shop, an elderly lady with kind wrinkles surrounding her mouth and years of laughter in the corners of her eyes came to greet us and take our orders. Maria got hazelnut light roast on ice, two cream, three sugar. I went for a classic black coffee.

“ You should try the cinnamon buns here, they’re to die for,” I grinned at her, taking my coffee from the owner’s wrinkled hands “Trust me on that.”

“ Maybe I will,” she laughed, it was as melodic as her voice, a tinkling in the soft piano melody. Her nose crinkled when she laughed, it was cute.

That’s where we stayed for roughly an hour. In the meantime I slipped something into her drink, she didn’t notice of course. Too busy laughing and telling me about herself, too flavourful of a drink to taste the subtle change. I watched her eyes droop as she got drowsier, the drug taking affect. Her speech slurred and she held her stomach and winced.

“ I… don’t feel so good. I should-” she paused and I could see her hold back a gag “ I should go home,” she moved to start getting up and I zipped out of my chair to her side.

“ Here, let me help you. I'll get you home. Where do you live?” I extended a hand to her, and she took it. I helped her up and lead her out of the restaurant, leaving a twenty on the table before we left.

“2432, Queens lane, apartment 3,” I watched her face contort as she quietly retched, losing her footing slightly in her heels. I grasped her arm gently to support her as we made our way through the streets. The cobblestones shifted to sidewalks and roads, dew coating the grass and glinting in the light of the street lamps. Her apartment complex was just your basic one, brick exterior with outdated carpet flooring that was probably too tedious to properly maintain anyways. She lead the way to her apartment, down the stairs and to the right.

She fumbled with the keys for a moment, holding back throwing up before unlocking the door and bolting to the bathroom, bumping into a cupboard or dresser in the dark. I quietly turned on the lights and stepped in, shutting the door behind me and removing my shoes. I could hear her throw up into the toilet, the sound of a full stomach emptying itself with a sickening splash, followed by hoarse coughing and more vomit into the bowl. I looked around the room while she was preoccupied. Just a bachelor suite. A double bed pressed into the corner of the room with a white duvet spread over it, not to mention the ridiculous amount of pillows on it. A small table was across the room from that, a small kitchenette beside that, and a tv placed near the edge of the bed, essentially boxing it in.

She emerged from the bathroom moments later, paler, with golden lipstick smudged across her face, small trails of mascara from her eyes. She’d removed her heels and looked mildly defeated shoulders slumped and a pitiful expression on her face. She sat on the bed and laughed sadly.

“ I promise I'm not usually like this,” she shot me an anxious smile. Even looking this sickly she was a beacon of beauty.

Sitting beside her on the bed and removing my suit jacket I wrapped an arm around her delicate frame, she was shaking and her skin felt warm to the touch.

“ I believe you, maybe the alcohol isn’t sitting right?” I moved to kiss her forehead, the ‘question’ holding in the air with weight.

“ Yeah.. Maybe,” her voice wavered and I watched her eyes flutter slightly as she slumped against me. She’s just… so perfect. So perfect… I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

I did another look over of her room, she was slumped against my chest gently, breathing softly. Not quite asleep but not quite awake either. I caress her cheek gently as I find just what I was looking for, peeking out from under the bed. A bat.

She mumbled something under her breath just as my fingers wrapped around the base of the handle. Cold metal greeted my fingertips as I pulled it up towards my side, keeping it out of her view. Didn’t want to work her into a tizzy now did we? Her hands gripped onto my shirt tightly, her breath falling out of the pattern it had before. Bat in hand I looked at her again. She was so gorgeous.

I stood up from my spot on the bed much to her complaints. Turning the bat I prepared to swing, best to strike before she can move or scream to get away. The bat collided with her skull, just behind the temple, with a ringing metallic noise. The feeling of crunching bones beneath the metal as her skull caved in and skin broke. A frightened gasp escaped her lips before she fell limp, blood starting to ooze down her neck and mingle with her hair. Now that she was incapacited I could have a bit of fun.

Walking to her kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until I found just what I was looking for, the carving knife. After pulling it from the drawer I approached her at the bed, setting my tool near her. She was so pretty… I couldn’t wait to see her all bloody and gored up. I searched through my purse for the pliers kept in there, past the lip gloss and tide pens until it was in my hand once again. Taking its place beside the carver I looked at her one last time before I made her a masterpiece.

Her chest was still rising and falling with her breaths, but that made it all the more fun. Grabbing the pliers I gave them a firm squeeze before prying her jaw open and taking a look around at her pearly whites. The pliers in my grasp I went for the first tooth. Grabbing it firmly with them I tugged it back roughly, squeezing the gum just above the visable part of the tooth. One sickening crack later and it was in my hand, gum still clinging stubbornly. With a grin I went right back in for the next tooth, a crack and another pearl pulled from the clam that was her mouth. 32 of the precious bones in my hands shining under the overhead lights. Blood filling her mouth and congealing. I grabbed the knife, checking its serrated edge to make sure it was sharp before lifting her tongue. She let out a soft gurgley groan as I started to saw at the muscle inhabiting her mouth. It oozed blood at the first draw through and the blades tore up the flesh underneath them. Once I cut the final bits out I pulled it out with my hand, blood oozing from the roughly cut edge of the muscle, torn bits of flesh hanging from it. In her hands I lay the tongue I cut from her, cradled alongside the teeth I ripped from her mouth shining like pearls.

I left her where she was, against her bed, bloody and starting to congeal. Heading to Maria’s dresser and sorting through her clothes I grab a dark skirt and go to change into it. Replacing my white pants with a black skirt as to not stain it anymore than the few splatters of blood dotting the lap. Heading back to her one last time.

Mahogany and gold stain everything about her. Her hair, golden blonde and shining in the dim light, mingling gold and deep reds in a tragic halo around her gorgeous face. Golden eyeshadow falling around her eyes, golden lipstick smudged but still shimmering, leaking blood in gelatinous clumps. Her golden dress draped around her frame, blood crusting on it. Everything about her was touched by Midas, beautifully tragic, coated in gold and gleaming like tears in his eyes at the realization of what he had done to his daughter.

I looked down at her, she was so foolish. It was all so poetic wasn’t it? Even in death her beauty surpasses her.

I reached down to touch her face, caressing her cheek gently. Her skin was so soft… I leaned down closer to her face and slide my fingers into her eye socket. Gripping her eyeball and pulling it out. She makes the softest of sounds, just barely holding on from the blood filling her throat, now a dark ooze that once was hers. I pull her eye out as far as I can, her optic nerve stretching and straining. I took the knife to it, slicing and tugging to tear the nerve before slicing again and repeating the process. Her other eye getting the same treatment, the blood from them dripping onto the floor and all over her body. I hold one in each hand, holding the one in my right above Maria as I dug my finger through the sclera, popping and squeezing it out before dropping it on her. Even now I can't ignore the warm fuzzy feeling it caused in my chest.

Taking the knife to her throat I dragged it along her skin causing blood to gently bead to the surface, a necklace of ruby pearls dripping down and mingling with its already congealed counter parts. She’s just so, so beautiful. Pressing harder this time into her soft flesh, blood gushing as I hit her jugular vein. She looked so ravishing drenched in her own blood.

Wobbling to my feet the giddiness struck me like an arrow to the chest. Soft fits of giggles exiting my mouth as I made my way to the sink, washing the blade and my hands before splashing frigid water on my face. The cool droplets calming me down before I went to change one last time before making my way out.

Before leaving I made my way over to her for the last time. Picking three of her teeth out of her blood coated hands and inspecting their smooth white appearance a grin spread on my face. Looks like it’s time to add a few more pearls to my jewelry set.

I’d better get started soon though, we’re going over some of my “pearly” killings in forensics class tomorrow and well… I surely don’t want to be late to that.

#writing #original fiction #gore #horror #mutilation #dark theme #tw: drugs #tw: mutilation #tw: murder #dark fiction

0 notes

ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 7 years

Note

Hello! First of all, amazing work!

OH! Thank you! Thank you! I haven’t bowled in years!! And I use bumpers because I am just horrible at sports…lol I hope they’re better than me.

~~~~~

Noctis

“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because normal couples do this.”

“When have we ever been normal?”

“You can’t count sleeping as a date, Noct.”

Noctis rolled his eyes, as he settled further into his chair, how dare you mock sleeping? He watched as you picked up the large bright blue ball. Where earlier in your game, you both were laughing too hard at your own corny joke to actually pick up anything else.

Now you sat on the final screen, both of you had so many gutterballs, that neither of you were certain you’d get out the double digits. When asked if you both wanted to use the bumpers, you and your boyfriend responded at the same time.

“Don’t patronize us.”

Which would have been cute, if you both weren’t fed up with the game already, but were both determined to get through this game!

So drawing back, you launched the ball forward, watching as it actually went straight, before slamming into the front pin, then proceed, by the grace of the Sixth to knock all of them down. You stared wide eye, before turning to Noctis, who was also staring in shock, before a smile appeared on his face.

“So…victory nap?”

~~~~~

Prompto

“Here you go, bae.” Prompto smiled, handing you the game controller to start your turn of the bowling game.

You gave a playful little smirk to the other, “You think you’re some kind of big shot. I bet you a week’s worth of emptying the sink water.”

Both of you shivered at the fact, it was often left to a game of rock, paper, scissors, and even then it would involve a lot of screaming and shrieking of the one who lost.

“You’re on, hope you like digging around in gross water.” Prompto chuckled, as you lined up.

You set up, Prompto was already performing his little victory dance. Swinging the remote back, than forward, you watched nervously as the ball rushed quickly down the virtual reality alley, before slamming into the pins, setting off a little firework display and victory tune.

“STRIKE!” The announcer called.

“Are you serious!” Prompto gasped, stopping mid victory dance.

“Hope you like dirty dishwater, sweetie.” You giggled, stepping over, pressing a kiss to a freckled cheek.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“All right, Babe, think you can beat me?” Gladiolus chuckled, lounging back in the plastic chair, as you pulled your ball.

What started as a cute little fun date, had turned rather competitive rather quickly, as you and Gladiolus sat in the bowling alley. All the lanes beside your own was completely empty, as it seemed the bowling alley figured it was best to keep you and your boyfriend away from the general public.

“Keep that big talk and someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight.” You shot back.

Gladiolus laughed louder, at your very obvious bluff, “Don’t choke!”

You turned flipping him off, before lining up your shot again, taking a deep breath before launching forward! Both of you watching as the large ball slammed into the front pin before cascading the others down in a loud clatter.

“Fuck yeah!” You shrieked, jumping up and down, turning to see the shocked and confused look on Gladiolus face, as you gave him a double middle finger salute. “Didn’t think I could do it! Loser, loser, Winner!”

Gladiolus got over his shock, before chuckling, “What do you say best 4 outta 6?”

“Um…excuse me.”

Both of you turned to the young part time worker, who was fidgeting with the bottom of their shirt. Afraid to make eye contact with you or your large boyfriend.

“We’ll have to ask you to leave, you’re disturbing the other parties.”

You both looked over, seeing that the entire bowling alley was now staring at your date night. Well…this was embarrassing.

~~~~~

Ignis

Of course! Of course Ignis was good at everything! Your Iggy was perfection walking, you knew it. So when you invited him to go on a bowling date, the man remained humble as always, as he seemed to get a few spares and strikes.

I mean really, who is good at bowling! You know besides those people who do it professionally….Does Ignis bowl professionally?

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, looking up to the screen to see you were only about 20 points down from the other. Stepping forward you, pulled back your arm, before moving it forward in an arch. Watching with nervous eyes as the ball slowly rolled too far to the left, before arching slamming into the left side of the pins, knocking them all over.

“Congratulations, dear, your first strike.”

You turned to Ignis, a smile on his face, as he applauded you, you could feel the smile appear on your face as you moved back over to him, giggling at the arm that wrapped around your waist, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, before escorting you to the front counter to hand your stuff back in.

“Thank you, that’s means a lot coming from a professional bowler.”

Ignis blinked those sage green eyes, “This is my first time bowling.”

You stared in shock, “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not dear.”

210 notes · View notes

shsummertimefest-blog · 7 years

Text

Enjoy, @groundopenwide!

Peyton, I hope you enjoy the fic! Xx

“Hey, can I just get a rum and Coke please?” Simon leaned over the bar counter, drumming his fingers anxiously.

“Sure thing, boss. You look nervous.” Maia kept her eyes on him as she poured his drink. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve got a date.” His tone was one of surprise and disbelief. “I don’t know how or…why.”

Maia rolled her eyes affectionately, sliding his glass over to him. “Relax, Lewis. You’ll be totally fine. Your babbling is cute.”

“Great, now that you’ve put the idea in my head, I won’t be able to stop talking and thinking about the fact that I’m babbling!” He buried his face in his hands with a dramatic sigh. “I should just go, right? This is a bad idea.”

Simon started to stand but Maia was quicker, grabbing his wrist and tugging him back. “Chill out. What time is your person getting here?”

“Aiden. We agreed on 9:30. What if he stood me up?”

“Simon. Breathe. Have a drink. People are late sometimes.” With that, Maia went to serve another customer.

Trying to keep himself calm, Simon sipped at his drink, looking around nervously, waiting to see his date walk through the door. Ten minutes passed, and then twenty. Aiden hadn’t arrived. With a dejected sigh, Simon pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “You’re an idiot, Lewis. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“I think you need something stronger.”

Simon looked up to see the pretty boy with the golden hair he’d noticed sitting in the corner with a group of friends. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been looking nervous for the last half hour. You need something stronger than that.” He flicked at the glass between Simon’s hands. He waved at Maia and she walked over to him with a smirk.

“Herondale. I should’ve known.” She wiped the counter in front of her and then set the bar rag down.

“Two tequila shots. His shot’s on me.” Jace jerked his thumb towards Simon.

“You okay?” She looked at Simon with a gentle expression, putting her hand over his.

“I can’t believe this. I mean, I can; I knew he wouldn’t show up. I should’ve just stayed home. I wanted to catch up on Voltron anyway. I could’ve been having the time of my young life not getting stood up.”

“On second thought, bring us four shots.” The boy, Herondale, Maia had called him, held up four fingers and then sat down next to Simon. “Your date didn’t show?”

Simon looked down at his hands.

“Hey, it happens, buddy. Here.” He took two of the shots Maia brought over and slid them towards Simon, moving his rum and Coke away. “Come on, chop chop.”

Simon downed them both then made a face. “God, this is horrible.”

“The forgetting is nice, though.” Herondale held out his hand. “I’m Jace.”

“Lewis. Simon Lewis.”

Jace rolled his eyes, but there was nothing but kindness in his expression. “Take it from someone who’s been through it all. It’ll feel better tomorrow.”

“Well, at least that’ll balance out the puking.”

Maia brought by two more shots for each of them. “On the house.”

Simon downed them easier this time, and merely gritted his teeth at the burn. “I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

Jace was about to respond when a hand on Simon’s shoulder pulled his attention away. “Simon, oh my god, I didn’t know you were meeting your date here!”

Clary. She was looking at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“Um—”

“Jace Herondale. Nice to meet you.” Jace was leaning around Simon, hand outstretched towards her.

“Hi, I’m Clary, Simon’s friend.” She gave him a warm smile, then diverted her attention back to Simon. “You didn’t tell me how gorgeous he is.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I didn’t know how it would go so I didn’t want to get carried away.” Simon gulped and looked at Jace, pleading for help.

In response, he tossed his arm over Simon’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb against his upper arm. “He doesn’t give himself enough credit. Do you?” Jace looked down at him lovingly, and Simon was frozen in place, trapped by those beautiful blue and brown eyes. Something so extraordinary was fitting for someone like Jace.

Simon laughed nervously and looked back at Clary. “What, um, what are you doing here, Fray? I thought you were going to dinner with Luke and Jocelyn?”

“Luke had to work late, so he said he would meet me here and then we’d go pick up my mom. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here. I don’t want to intrude on your date.”

“Actually, we were just about to go see a movie,” Jace interjected, tugging at Simon playfully. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”

Simon stood up in a daze, plastered to Jace’s side. “Yeah, don’t want to be late,” he echoed.

“Oh, okay. Well then I’ll see you tomorrow, Simon. Tell me everything.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then sat down, starting up a conversation with Maia.

“Come on, cutie,” Jace teased, leading them out of the bar.

“Um, thank you. Seriously. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’d have to tell her I got stood up, and then she would have tried way too hard to talk about my feelings and stuff—”

“You can make it up to me by getting us pizza on you.” Jace put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, braced against the autumn breeze.

“Yeah, yeah of course! It’s the least I can do, right?”

They walked silently for a few blocks, shoulders nearly three feet from touching.

“So, you’re into dudes?” Jace ran a hand through his hair, letting it fall back over his forehead.

“I’m into…everyone, I guess. I’m a lone pan-da.” Simon looked over at Jace with an enormous, toothy grin, waiting for him to smile back, and who was Jace to refuse? It was endearing.

“Me too,” Jace admitted, gauging Simon’s reaction, which was simply a warm smile.

“Two lone pan-das!”

Jace suddenly stopped, looking at Simon with one eyebrow raised, disappearing beneath his hair. “Are you drunk?”

“Am I? I don’t know. I feel great, though! Warm inside, you know? Like the first time I drank champagne after my bar mitzvah. Clary snuck it out for me.”

“Clary. How long have you two known each other?”

“Since kindergarten. She saved my life,” Simon added offhandedly, grinning.

“A five year old saved your life?” Jace asked skeptically. Try as he might, a smile was imminent.

“Yeah, I had an allergic reaction and she ran for help. The rest is history.” Simon smiled, looking at the ground, deep in thought. “Her family is family to me too. They’re a second home.”

“It must be nice to have all of that love in your life.”

Simon glanced over at Jace, worried at the tense set of his jaw. “What about your family?”

“I was orphaned when I was a little kid. I got adopted into another family, and they’ve been good to me. I got two brothers and a sister out of it too.”

“But it’s not the same?”

Jace pursed his lips and looked away. “Come on, this way.”

* * * *

“All right, tell me everything.” Clary held out Simon’s biscotti and coffee.

He took them and followed her as they walked through the city. “It was…great. He showed up late which had me worried at first. But when he showed up, it didn’t really even matter anymore.” Simon admittedly felt guilty, lying to his best friend, but he was in too deep to set the lie right. And hanging out with Jace was date-ish. “We went to the movie and then went to get pizza.” It’s still a half truth, Simon reminded himself, trying to stave off the shame.

“Just your style! That’s great!” Clary’s enthusiasm twisted the knife a bit. “He’s just your type too, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Simon admitted, taking a bite of his biscotti.

Clary laughed, squeezing Simon’s arm affectionately. “I think you’re thinking too much, Simon. You like him, he sounds great, and you guys had an amazing time.”

Simon made a noncommittal sound.

“Hey.” She stopped him in his tracks. “Don’t make me do the Dracula stare.”

Simon laughed, nudging his shoulder against hers as they parted ways for their classes.

That night, Clary called to suggest they go to the bowling alley. “And bring Jace!”

Simon choked on his own spit, taking off his glasses to rub at his watering eyes. “What?”

“Invite Jace! Come on, you know you want to.”

��Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Let me call him and I’ll let you know.” After Simon hung up, he tossed his phone between his hands. He didn’t have Jace’s number, so this could go one of two ways. He could call Maia and she if she knew his number, since she seemed to be friends with him, or he could lie and tell Clary that he was unavailable. The latter seemed best.

When he arrived at the bowling alley, Clary was waiting for him at the counter, checking her phone. “Hey, Fray.” He gave her a hug and shrugged out of his coat.

“Hey, where’s Jace?” She seemed disappointed.

Oh man, Simon thought, I’ve really stuck my foot in it this time. “He said he was busy tonight, but he told me to say thanks for the invitation.”

“Next time, then. Make sure he’s free!” She poked him insistently.

After they had their shoes and lane, they went to pick out a ball. Simon was aimlessly walking up and down the rows, testing some as he went, when he bumped into someone. “Oh, hey, sorry.”

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Lewis.”

Simon looked up and immediately felt his face get got. “J-Jace. What are you doing here?”

“It’s bowling night with my siblings.” Jace looked highly amused and Simon was trying his best not to get distracted by how pretty he looked with that smile on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Clary and I… She asked me to invite you to come with us and I didn’t have your number and I didn’t want to drag you into this any more than you already are so I just told her you were busy.”

Jace just looked at him for a moment. “Well that’s interesting.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned in closer. “What do you suggest we do about this?”

“Um…um? We could just pretend like we never saw each other?”

“Is that what you’d prefer, Simon?” It was intentioned as a joke, but there was an edge of something else, something vulnerable.

“Let’s go tell Clary we happened to run into each other,” Simon decided.

“So now we’re telling the truth?”

“About this? Yes. About you being my fake date? Absolutely not.”

“I don’t think she’d care, Simon.”

“Well we’re in too deep now, Jace!” Simon exclaimed with exasperation. “Come on.” He tugged Jace by the wrist over to the lane he had with Clary. “Hey, look who I found.”

Clary turned around to look at Simon with a smile but when she saw Jace, her eyes went wide. “Woah, Jace! Hey! I thought you were busy tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s bowling night with my brothers and sister. Small world.” He winked at Simon then craned his neck to look over at the lane a few down from them. “There they are.” He waved at them until the tallest boy noticed them and grabbed the other two.

“Oh, you don’t have to interrupt your game for us—”

“Alec, Izzy! This is Simon, my date the other night.”

The tall boy with the dark hair, Alec, was smirking in a way that convinced Simon he knew what was going on, even if he said nothing. The girl, Izzy, was very forward about being in on the secret, laughing and holding her hand out. “He’s cute.”

Simon shook her hand nervously.

“This is Max, my youngest brother.” Jace had his hands on the shoulders of a young boy who looked at Simon with confusion.

“A date? I didn’t know you had a date.”

“I don’t tell you everything.” Jace ruffled his hair playfully.

“And who is this?” Izzy purred, moving closer to Clary.

“Clary Fray. Hi.” She smiled brightly at all of them.

“Izzy, or Isabelle.” Izzy looped her arm through Clary’s and guided them over to the chairs. Alec grabbed Max and took him over to the food stand. Simon and Jace were alone again.

“I think that went well, don’t you?” Jace leaned against the table, smirking at Simon.

“That’s—I’m just—We got lucky!”

“Are you ashamed of me?” Jace gasped.

“No, no of course not. You’re gorgeous but—”

“Aww,” Jace teased, leaning in closer. “You think I’m gorgeous.”

“So what? It’s not like we’re actually dating or—”

“What happens if I ask you to get a drink with me sometime? Is that a date? Or just bros being bros?”

“What?” Simon was completely taken aback by such an offer from someone like Jace. He didn’t seem the type to like the geeky, socially awkward guys.

“Let me buy you a drink sometime. A real date. Then you won’t have to lie to your friend, and I get five dollars each from Alec and Izzy.”

“I—What? You placed bets on me?”

“I was the one who believed you didn’t need the feather to fly, Dumbo. Remember that. Alec and Izzy were the ones who doubted.”

“You’re actually asking me out? Not a joke?”

Jace raised an eyebrow at him. “Wow, you really do doubt yourself, don’t you? Don’t make me regret this.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll get a drink with you. Sure. Cool. When?”

“How about Friday night? Hunter’s Moon at nine.”

“Sure, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“And Simon?”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted my number, all you had to do was ask.” He grabbed Simon’s hand and pulled out a sharpie from his back pocket, scrawling his number on the underside of Simon’s forearm.

By the time Friday came around, Simon had sufficiently worried himself into a panic attack. He couldn’t tell anyone why because then they would know the truth about the fake date and getting stood up. None of those were highlights on Simon’s list of experiences.

Clary thought it was just his nerves; that he was really into this guy and that was making him lose his mind. “He likes you, Simon, don’t worry. He wouldn’t have asked you out again if he didn’t. You’re just being paranoid.” She smoothed out his shirt one last time before smiling up at him. “Izzy told me Jace is really into you. That he couldn’t wait to ask you out again. Now, go. Have a good time.”

Simon decided to take the bus instead of walking, so he was again early to his date. Maia smiled at him as soon as he walked in.

“What can I get you? More shots?”

“No, just a beer please.”

“Make that two.” Jace dropped down onto the stool next to Simon’s and winked at him. “How’s it going?”

“Good. Yeah, good, you know. Not much—good, yeah.”

Jace smiled, shaking his head. His hair fell into his eyes slowly, some falling across his nose. “Me too.”

“Clary told me that Izzy said you were really into me and couldn’t wait to ask me out again.” Simon smiled shyly at Jace, guarding himself.

“My sister is good at a lot of things, but she hasn’t quite mastered keeping her nose out of other people’s business.”

“Yeah?” There was a hopeful look on Simon’s face.

“It’ll drive you crazy.” When Maia set down their drinks, Jace tapped his against Simon’s before taking a swig.

“So is this, like, for real?”

Suddenly, Jace grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. Simon was shocked, but the feeling was better than anything he could remember. Jace’s lips were soft, for one, and his soft blond hair was tickling Simon’s cheek. The hands holding Simon’s face were rough and strong, and the touch sent what felt like a spark of electricity down his spine.

They separated gently, still close enough that their noses were almost brushing. “Convinced?” Jace asked, eyebrows raised. “I’m into you. So let me buy you a drink.”

#groundopenwide #shgiftfest17 #fic

7 notes · View notes

whimzea-blog · 7 years

Text

Day to Night 1.75/2

Title: Day to Night

Author: whimzea

Pairing: Zane/Heath

Summary: Heath and Zane’s Valentine’s Day is very different than last year’s.

Also up on AO3 here. (I lied. One more little part before the end.)

********

“God, you have gotten fucking awful at bowling!” Heath marveled, watching Zane walk back from throwing his fourth gutterball in a row.

Heath was beating him by almost one hundred points this game, and had beat him by about 150 the first game.

He could make the excuse that he just wasn’t totally focused, but that would ruin the next part of his plan. And mostly, he was focused. He actually just sucked at bowling. But he was having a blast, and Heath seemed to be, too.

“And why do you keep looking at your watch?” Heath asked as Zane looked down at his wrist, again.

“Because-” Zane paused as he saw someone walk through the door to the bowling alley, his arms full of boxes and bags. He grinned. “Because of that guy.”

Heath turned to see where Zane was looking. A young, handsome white guy with sparkling diamond studs was carrying several bags, his pants falling dangerously low off his ass. “Because of a fuckboy? Are you dealing drugs?”

Zane rolled his eyes. “Just wait. You’ll see.”

The guy paused and looked around the bowling alley. He seemed to sigh in relief when he saw Zane waving him over.

He dumped his armful of stuff on their table. Zane handed him some cash, and he left, without a word.

“He was friendly,” Heath said sarcastically.

“He did the job, that’s all I care about,” Zane said, smiling as he looked through everything. It was all there.

Heath sniffed. “Is there food? I’m fucking starving.”

Zane nodded. “Yes. Go bowl your turn and finish off the game while I set it up.”

Heath did, and the final score was 180 to Zane’s whopping 82.

“You never had a chance,” Heath said smugly. “Kicked your ass from here to Florida and back again.”

“Stop bragging and eat,” Zane replied, pointing to a seat where a napkin and ice cold Celsius was set.

Heath sat. “Oh, you so fancy,” he joked, holding up a paper napkin.

“Your first course, sir. Dinner à la Vine.” Zane placed a take-out box in front of Heath, as well as a pair of chopsticks.

Heath grinned as he opened the box and saw ten little sushi rolls- salmon, his favorite- sitting in front of him.

“Ooh, how you zew it?” Heath said, quoting from one of their favorite Vines and pretending to struggle with the chopsticks. Zane laughed, so glad that Heath understood. But of course he did.

“Ooh, I got it!” Heath picked up a destroyed piece of sushi and popped it into his mouth.

“Was that fuckboy from Postmates?” Heath asked a bit later, dipping a roll into a small plastic cup of soy sauce.

“Nah. I paid an Uber driver extra to go pick up everything,” Zane said. “I can’t believe he didn’t fuck anything up.”

“Well, this is damn good sushi,” Heath commented, chewing blissfully.

“It’s just the start,” Zane said mysteriously. Heath raised an eyebrow.

****

“Your second course, sir.” Zane placed a McDonald’s bag in front of Heath.

“Sushi and McDonald’s? You better hope I don’t puke in your car.”

Heath dug into the bag and pulled out a container of fries and a sandwich box. Zane dug into his own bag.

Heath opened his sandwich box. He lifted off the bun.

“Baby…”

“Yeah?” Zane took a bite of his sandwich, smiling ear to ear.

“You forgot my damn pickles!”

Heath yelled it so loud that the couple in the lane next to them looked over. Heath waved.

It was so perfect, and so comfortable. While reminiscing about old Vines, old vlogs, old times, Zane couldn’t believe how seamlessly they had transitioned from being Zane and Heath to...Zane + Heath? Zane <3 Heath? Nothing had changed...except everything had changed.

Heath burped and sat back. “Bitch, I’m getting full. My stomach must be getting smaller or somethin’...I definitely can’t eat as much as I used to.”

“You better have room for one more course,” Zane warned.

“I will, after we hit the arcade,” Heath said, stretching. “I gotta digest. And I’m not done kicking your ass around this entire place yet. I’m thinking...air hockey.”

Zane pulled out his wallet and gave Heath some cash. “Go get tokens. I’ll clean up and meet you in the arcade.”

Heath fanned himself dramatically. “When he gives you money for arcade tokens,” he said dreamily, his hand hand over his heart.

Zane flipped him off and Heath laughed, changing out of his bowling shoes and dropping them off at the counter before jogging towards the other side of the building.

Zane cleaned up their garbage and changed his shoes, but paused before going over to the arcade. He felt like he needed one more trick up his sleeve to make this the best possible night. He had dessert all ready for them, but he felt like he was missing something.

Zane was kind of feeling like a nice blunt would hit the spot, but since Heath had stopped smoking cigarettes, he had sworn off weed too. He said being high made him crave cigarettes even more.

Zane shook his head. Maybe inspiration would hit him again like it had that afternoon.

*****

Heath beat him at three games of air hockey and three games of skee ball, winning a boatload of tickets and bragging rights for the next hundred years.

“Fuck, Heath, are you on ‘roids?” Zane joked as Heath pumped his fist in victory, his basketball shooting skills earning him over two-hundred tickets.

“I guess you just bring out the best in me, baby,” Heath answered in his Heather voice, blowing him a kiss.

“You just like kicking my ass,” Zane corrected him, palming their last two tokens.

“True.” Heath winked.

“We have two tokens left. I’m outta cash. What do you want to play?”

“You pick,” Heath said. “I’m gonna go trade in these tickets.”

Zane chuckled as he watched Heath get in line at the prize counter behind two eight-year-olds.

He looked around the arcade. They had already played their favorites. Everything else was just sort of...lame.

He had almost decided on another game of air hockey when something caught his eye. He glanced at Heath before walking over to it.

It was one of those fortune-telling machines. ZOLTAR, it said in big letters across the front, with an eccentrically-dressed moustached guy inside, his hands hovering over tarot cards and crystals.

Zane had seen one of these at Disney World one time when he was a kid, but had been too afraid of it at the time to play. Now, he was just intrigued. What could a machine tell him about the future? As much as a fortune cookie, he surmised, but still. He was easily roped into these things.

He put in his two tokens. Zoltar’s eyes lit up an eerie blue color, and his hands began moving.

“Zoltar sees very great things in your future.”

Zane shivered. Zoltar’s voice was creepy as fuck.

“But I warn you- do not forget where you began. An abundance of pride will lead to your downfall. If you wish to see deeper into the future, Zoltar will need more...encouragement.”

A piece of paper spit out of the machine, and Zoltar’s eyes went black. Zane guessed “encouragement” meant more tokens.

From his fortune, he expected the lyrics of “Jenny from the Block” to be on the card from the machine. Strangely, though, the side not covered with ZOLTAR and a bunch of symbols was blank, except for one sentence, “You will find what you seek in the mountains.”

The fuck?

“Dude, check this out!” Heath said, suddenly appearing next to him. Zane jumped.

“Fuck, you scared me!”

“Look at this shit!” Heath held up an enormous clear plastic ball. He threw it on the ground, and inside, thousands of tiny lights lit up as it bounced. Zane and Heath, watched, mesmerized, until it finally stopped bouncing.

“That’s dope,” Zane agreed.

“I know, right?!” Zane had never seen a grown man so excited over a toy. It was cute.

“So, what did you spend your tokens on?” Heath asked. He looked at ZOLTAR. “Not this shit, I hope.”

Zane quickly shoved the card from the machine into his pocket. “Haha, no way. Just one of the claw machines. I didn’t get anything.”

“I bet I would have gotten something,” Heath said haughtily. “Although nothing as sick as this ball.” He bounced it again for emphasis.

“You ready to go?” Zane asked, sort of unnerved by ZOLTAR and ready to head home. “You bet.”

*****

“Bitch, where’s my third course?”

They were stuck in traffic on 134 again, and Zane could tell Heath was getting antsy.

“Oh, yeah,” Zane said, reaching into the back seat for the last bag of food. “Here you are, sir.”

“Boskon Kream doughnuts!” Heath screamed, taking a huge bite. “Don’t you touch my Boskon Kream doughnut!”

Pieces of chewed doughnut fell out of his mouth into his lap, but Zane was so used to Heath’s eating habits that it didn’t faze him.

Heath ate happily. Zane couldn’t stop thinking about ZOLTAR. He knew it was just a machine, but he had a weird feeling about it. He tried to distract himself by thinking about how well the evening had gone, despite the shaky start.

“Hey, why do you hate Glendale?” Zane asked, remembering Heath’s comment from before. “You never told me.”

Heath’s eyes narrowed again. “Because everyone in Glendale is a fucking asshole.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.” Heath tore off another piece of doughnut and didn’t elaborate.

They sat in companionable silence, except for the radio. Heath ate another doughnut, burped loudly, and then pulled out his phone. It was like any other night.

They were getting close to Studio City, and Zane hadn’t made any progress with deciphering his fortune, nor had he thought of his pièce de résistance for their night out.

They were five minutes from home when they drove by a middle-aged couple walking on the sidewalk. They had huge backpacks and hiking boots on, and were walking with poles.

“White people,” Heath said, shaking his head before looking back at his phone.

Zane figured they had probably come from Franklin Canyon Park, choosing to walk back instead of driving like normal people, but hey, to each their own. LA had plenty of hippie types.

As he looked back at them in his rearview mirror, it hit him.

“Oh my god,” Zane said abruptly.

“What?!” Heath looked at him, concerned.

Zane had it. He had figured ZOLTAR out.

#zeath #zane and heath #ficlet

4 notes · View notes

ficdirectory · 7 years

Text

Blink (An AU Fosters family fic) Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

By 5:00 PM, Jesus is watching for Pearl out the window.

He’d normally have headed over to her place to spend the afternoon, but he got the feeling today that Pearl was gonna need time to herself, especially if Jesus hopes to see her at the party tonight.

Moms have told him that food will be ready by the same time as always, but it’s not like typical dinner at all. There are just bowls and pots of things all around on counters with a stack of paper plates. The TV is playing a countdown to 2015. Jesus swallows. He hates countdowns. But Moms seem to want this party and everything that goes along with it. They want to celebrate. They want to be a normal family, whatever that is.

Jesus is kinda torn about it because they totally deserve to celebrate, and to do something that makes them feel good, but it makes him feel really bad. Like he’s the biggest downer there is because no matter what, his trauma’s gonna come to the party too. And nobody wants to party with trauma. He wonders why Mom invited Pearl, then? He wonders how much she knows about Pearl now? That whatever she was like when she was a kid, she’s changed. That she’s actually more like Jesus now, than like Stef.

Would Mom still have invited her if she knew that?

Well, it might not be a big deal, because Pearl might not even come. But then he sees the light on her hat, approaching. He doesn’t want to startle her by running out to meet her or anything, but he is excited she’s there. Her being there means he’s not totally alone, as the only one with issues.

Frankie’s busting with energy, since Moms insisted she take a nap. (She did, while claiming she never would, crashing under the table, where Jesus resurrected their fort.) She’s telling everyone “Happy New Year!” and blowing a noise maker.

When Pearl knocks, Jesus makes sure he’s the one to answer the door.

“Hey,” he greets. “You came.”

“Yup. I’m here,” she nods.

There’s a ton of activity as Mom greets Pearl with a big hug. Mama says a polite hello. Then, Jesus points out his siblings. When he gets to Brandon, Pearl offers a small smile, crossing her arms to avoid shaking hands, or to hide her tremor.

“The last time I saw you? You were a lot smaller,” she says.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we’d met,” Brandon apologizes.

“You were the cutest,” Stef gushes. “All dressed up in your overalls and Winnie the Pooh shirt.”

“Okay. Wow. Thank you for that trip down embarrassing memory lane!” Brandon exclaims. “Pearl. It’s nice to meet you. Again.”

“You, too,” she says.

Jesus finds Mariana, Callie and Jude and makes more intros. To finish, he points out Frankie, who’s still making the rounds, telling everybody Happy New Year with her noise maker. Now, she even found a hat to wear, too. “And you know Frankie, already.”

“Happy New Year! Pearl, can I tell Gracie Happy New Year?” Frankie asks, walking up to the dog, who’s glued to Pearl’s side.

“Sure,” she says. “Just don’t pet her.”

Jesus scopes Pearl out. Her tone’s colder. Much more than it was this morning, talking to Frankie on the way to the store.

“I promise,” Frankie insists, solemnly. And then to Gracie, “Happy New Year, Gracie!” she says, tooting the party favor in the dog’s face.

“Okay. That’s not polite. Not in people’s faces. Not in dog’s faces. Take a break, please,” Mom says, sending Frankie to sit down.

Jesus watches her walk away to sit at the table and feels Pearl lean in to talk to him. “Why do you guys let her walk like that?” she asks, like she’s seen something way offensive.

“Like what?” Jesus asks, genuinely confused.

“Like that. With that limp and her arm in the air…”

Jesus sends her a dark look. “She walks fine.” Then he walks over to where Frankie’s sitting and stands by her.

There’s no way in hell Jesus is gonna out Frankie’s CP just to prove that her gait is legit. Some friends of Moms think that they should be teaching her how to talk about it with people - as if it’s her job to educate the public about her disability. When it’s not. If she wants to, that’s cool. But if she doesn’t she shouldn’t have to feel like a damn zoo exhibit just because people around her have never been exposed to a kid who walks like she does.

“Settle in! Have some food! There’s plenty for everybody!” Mom calls, too loud. She stops by Jesus and tells him lowly, “That includes you, okay? You’re welcome to go through and fill your own plate, or one of us is more than happy to help.”

“I actually think I got it,” he says, swallowing.

Mom is a pro at acting like she won’t be super embarrassed if he needs help in front of people, but then she always is. So, it’s not that Pearl will think it’s weird (even though she obviously thinks Frankie’s weird), it’s that Mom won’t like it.

“You need help with your plate, buddy?” Jesus asks Frankie.

“Yeah, do you need help with yours? I’m good at scooping. I can scoop all the food on yours.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he nods.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Pearl’s managed to totally offend Jesus over what Pearl really thought was Frankie’s attempt at mocking someone else by being silly. She feels like she has definitely overstayed her welcome already, but Jesus’s sisters (the teenagers) are around her, insisting she grab a plate and help herself.

Pearl does, falling into line directly behind little Frankie, whose walk is - dear God - totally consistent when she’s not being silly. She is a horrible person. Frankie has one plate and is sliding it down the countertop, scooping giant helpings of nachos and chicken wings onto the plate when Jesus lifts her up, and then telling Jesus just how to fill a second plate.

Not totally sure what’s going on, Pearl watches, until Jesus takes both plates. He sets the one he filled in front of Frankie, and takes the one she filled for himself.

She gets caught up in conversation with Stef about when Pearl fished with some yarn off the end of the dock and fell in.

“My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t jump in fast enough,” Stef remembers.

“Is this before or after the pliers?” Lena asks.

“Wait. What pliers?” Pearl asks.

“It was after,” Stef tells Lena. “It so happens that about twenty four hours earlier you had found Dad’s pliers and pinched me.”

“What summer was this?” Pearl asks.

“1985.”

“So, I was two. You can’t hold me to that,” Pearl laughs. Under the table, Gracie stays close, feeling Pearl’s nerves even as she laughs. “So when I fell in the lake you reluctantly saved me, I take it?” Pearl wonders.

“I saved you wholeheartedly,” Stef assures her.

“It’s kinda what she does,” Brandon volunteers. “She and my dad. They’re both savers. They can’t help it.”

“Well, thank you for saving my life,” Pearl says awkwardly. “It figures that my mother was nowhere around…”

“Oh she was in the yard, reading. Where she thought you were. But you were quick.”

“Sounds like something I’d do,” Pearl comments ruefully.

She stays long enough for dessert and then politely excuses herself. Jesus hasn’t said two words to her since she commented about Frankie, and now that she’s eaten, there’s really no reason to stay.

“Listen, thank you guys so much. I better get going, though. I keep pretty early hours. Which means I have to sleep early, too.”

“What time did you get up?” Mariana asks, horrified.

“A little before four,” Pearl confides.

“In the morning?” Jude asks, alarmed.

Jesus keeps right on eating, so Pearl gets ready, and has plans to just call goodbye to all of them on her way out the door. To her surprise, though, Jesus meets her at the door.

“Listen,” Pearl starts quietly, before he can say anything. “I’m sorry for what I said about Frankie. I didn’t realize that...it’s just…” she trails off, uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” Jesus says softly, but it’s obvious, the comment touched a raw nerve. “It is. Anyway, I just wanted to say bye. And if you’re over having me crash your place afternoons, I understand.”

“No, I’m not over it. Why would I be over it?” she asks, genuinely confused.

“Because...today was kinda a lot of us…” he admits.

“Hey, I came by choice,” she doesn’t add that her primary reason for showing up tonight had been to be able to see, up close, how Stef and Lena were with Jesus. Were they supportive? Did he have what he needed? But Pearl realized pretty quickly that she didn’t know what to look for in that sense, so her whole mission had kind of imploded. “But…” she continues. “If you’d rather not hang out with someone who insults cute little kids, I’ll understand that, too.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose, though, right?” he checks.

“No,” she says. “I did not.”

“Okay. Then I’ll still come over. Look for me tomorrow. Bye, Gracie,” he calls.

“Will you thank your moms for me again, for the invitation and the dinner?”

“Want me to walk you back?” he asks.

“No, I don’t. Gracie and I will be fine,” Pearl insists. “Thank you, though.”

“Take care,” he says, before shutting the door.

Once Pearl is gone, the energy in the cabin changes. Jesus can’t put his finger on what it is, but he can feel it. It’s like everybody was “on” and now they’re not. They’re still all about having the party but more informal. They pay attention less.

They miss how Frankie keeps offering to get Jesus new plates and scooping out giant portions of everything so he can try it all, like he really wants.

“Did you try these brown beans yet, Jesus? What about these chips and this big Santa-face cookie?”

He takes it all. He can’t say no. He really does need it. But the chicken wings and the nachos are super triggering. Even just being around them. It hadn’t stopped him from eating the massive portions Frankie gave him, but they sat in his gut, making him remember being There on Super Bowl Sunday for four years. How, every year, He would have chicken wings and nachos and eat in front of Jesus, never letting him have anything.

It gets to the point where Jesus is going down the line himself, once Frankie tires herself out and crashes on the living room floor. Jesus goes back for more and more and more nachos. More and more and more chicken, to make sure none of it goes to waste.

He’s way past full, but he can’t stop. Mom doesn’t notice and Mama takes it as a positive sign that Jesus is feeling so comfortable here that he can get his own food.

That’s the thing, though.

He is so not comfortable.

So far, he’s smuggled Doritos, that Santa cookie and some chicken wings in his backpack. He’s been so torn about eating everything and saving everything, he can’t make up his mind about what to do.

Moms and everybody else are hanging out in the living room, and Jesus can’t tear himself away from the food. Everytime he tries, the smell pulls him back.

He thinks about calling for backup but he doesn’t want to ruin the party. His family deserves one night where his trauma’s not monopolizing everything.

Jesus tries to manage it. Tries to stuff it back down and goes to sit on the couch with just one plate of wings and nachos. He watches the crowd in Times Square cheering and celebrating. The camera pans, showing all the faces, and Jesus watches, mindlessly eating.

Until the sight of one guy in particular makes him choke.

About 50. Dark hair. Dark eyes. White. Heavy. Balding. Salt and pepper beard and mustache. Holding a plastic cup with beer in it and kissing on a lady.

Him.

Jesus had been sure he would never have to see that face again, but then why is it right there in a crowd in New York? Is He looking for more boys to take?

Inside his chest, Jesus’s heartbeat picks up. He excuses himself calmly for some water, but ends up gorging himself on all the rest of the wings and nachos. He can’t feel okay until there are none left. He even has to eat the wings in his backpack. After that, he shuts himself shut in the bathroom, trying to breathe.

“He’s dead. He can’t hurt you.” Jesus tries to say this out loud, but he just ends up on his knees in front of the toilet, throwing up.

#fic: blink #fosters fic

6 notes · View notes

userlando · 7 years

Text

First Sight (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Request from anon: “your writing skills are amazing. if you haven't already, it would be cool af if you made like an imagine about something like 'how you met gray for the first time' if you know what i mean lol. ILY” Word Count: 1,327 Warnings: None. A/N: Thank you babe for the request. I liked writing this one! Also fun fact, the record store thing is inspired by Pretty In Pink. This might not be what you had in mind, I’m sorry if I butchered your idea. Tell me if I did, anon! xx

The first time you saw Grayson was at a bowling alley. You were sitting with your friends in your booth, cheering whenever someone got a strike and laughing when the bowling ball missed the pins. He was with his brother and three other guys, being as loud as teenage boys were, causing a ruckus beside your lane. But you didn’t mind because it was a Friday and the music was loud enough to drown out most of their cheers and yells.

You had excused yourself, taking a quick break to head to the toilets because all those sodas were starting to affect you and when you came walking back, somehow you ended up walking into Grayson, him spilling his soda all over your arms. You couldn’t help the shriek that left your lips because the beverage was cold and it was so unexpected.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, and turned around to put down the two glasses he was holding on the counter. You saw him grab more napkins than necessary from the holder before he spun right around again. He began dabbing at your soaked arm, as if it was going to help and you were brought back from your shock, smiling amusedly at him.

“Hey, it’s fine. I was the one who ran right into you, so I’m sorry.” You said but he didn’t stop, so you had to put your hand on his arm.

He stopped at last, looking at you and that’s when you got a really good look at him. His chiseled jaw, the hazel eyes framed by long eyelashes, the full pink lips and the perfectly arched eyebrows. You were stunned into silence, both of you staring at each other like a couple of fools.

He had snapped out of it then, insisting on giving you his hoodie because you were wearing a long sleeve and didn’t have anything else to wear. You had turned him down because you couldn’t possibly accept it, but he insisted. After giving you his hoodie he had bought you a glass of Sprite to make up for it, and then you returned to your respective friends; sharing looks and secret smiles during the whole night.

The second time you saw Grayson was at the record store you were working at, a month later. You had been sitting by the cash register and it had been a particularly slow day. So your best friend who also owned the place had gone off to the back, to call her boyfriend and you had decided to paint your nails a nice shade of yellow. It was spring after all and you were wearing a nice, yellow sundress so it was perfect.

He had walked in a few minutes after you had finished painting your nails, but the door was already open so you didn’t hear him. Your back was turned to him and you were singing to a Sum 41 song, not loudly but loud enough for whoever walked by to hear.

“I like your singing.” You heard from behind you and you whipped around, a blush shooting straight from your neck up to your cheeks as your eyes took in the figure by the counter.

“It’s you!” You said dumbly and he laughed, his laughter melodic.

“And it’s you.” He laughed, eyes doing a quick sweep over your body before settling on your smiling face.

“Uh.. It’s good to see you.” You stuttered out, not really knowing where to take it from there. But he smiled gently.

He returned the compliment before he walked around, scanning different records. You had sat down again, watching him and looking away every time his eyes met yours.

He returned a good 10 minutes later, placing a vinyl record on the counter with a small smirk on his lips. You blushed when you looked down, realizing it was a Sum 41 vinyl, vintage too, so it costed more than you could afford.

“Funny,” You said, raising your eyebrows and he smiled in satisfaction. “Will that be all?”

He hummed, as if to say yes and you rung it up. As he was paying with his card you turned around, taking the opportunity to hunt down a post-it note, scribbling down your number and name on it before bringing it with you. You plastered it on the front of the record, putting it in a bag before bidding him a goodbye.

The first time you kissed Grayson was outside the cinemas. He had called you up not long after the record store incident, asking you out for a traditional romantic dinner and a movie. You had dressed up in a nice flowery dress and he picked you up, wearing a white button up that brought out the color of his eyes. He had kissed you on the cheek and you knew as soon as the dinner had ended, that you were hooked on him. He held doors and pulled out chairs, making you laugh without being to inappropriate. And he was just too gorgeous to look at, making you blush as soon as your eyes met, if only for a brief moment.

You got to pick out the movie, settling on a Marvel movie with enough action and comedy. He bought you Twizzlers (because you had mentioned your love for them) and a bag of pop corn, sharing your soda. At some point his hand had found yours in the dark, drawing small figures on the palm of your hand, making you lose concentration.

When the movie ended you had walked out, hand in hand. You were blabbering about the movie, eyes shining with excitement and happiness and Grayson had decided that, that’s it. He was yours. And he couldn’t help it when he pulled you back a bit, making you slow down your talking and looking at him. He had gazed at you with a question in his eyes and you had felt your knees go weak, nodding softly. And that’s when he leaned in and kissed you. Nothing passionate, nothing over the top. Just a soft kiss that had you yearning for more.

When Grayson asked you to be his official girlfriend, you were at the beach. It was getting late and not a lot of people were around, at least not near you. The sun was setting and the waves were crashing against the rocks, tickling your bare feet as you walked beside each other by the shore, barefoot with Grayson holding both your shoes. You were talking about something irrelevant but he was listening like you were hanging the moon with your bare hands. His eyes were twinkling when he asked if you wanted to take a dip and you accepted without hesitating.

He had shed his shirt, throwing everything away far enough from the shore so the water couldn’t get to it and then he ran. You were quick to shed everything, deciding whether you should go in with just your panties or leave your bra on. But you were feeling mischievous so you shed your bra, running right after Grayson. You jumped onto his back, giggling like a mad woman as he stumbled, gripping the backs of your thighs as he ran towards the sea. You both tumbled in with loud screams, letting the cold water submerge you. When you resurfaced, you found Grayson looking at you with so much admiration that it made your heart hurt.

You couldn’t help it, you blushed under his gaze. He waded over to you, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you toward him.

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear and you brought your hands up to stroke his jaw.

You leaned up on your tip-toes and he met you halfway, pulling you into a searing kiss. When you both pulled apart, he proceeded to tighten his grip around you, placing his forehead against yours.

“Be my girlfriend.”

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan one shot #grayson dolan imagine #grayson x reader #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan one shot #dolan twins #dolan twins fic #dolan twins x reader #my fic #thedolangifs #one shot #imagine

117 notes · View notes

im-accident-prone-blog · 7 years

Text

Slowly Drowning: Part two; TBA

(A/N: Here’s another one of these kinda sucky writing pieces. Somehow this turned into a supernatural fanfiction so I just kinda let it so it still sucks even with beautiful characters such as the Winchesters. Oh well, this will also be on Wattpad but first I need to make a seperate account so that my friends don’t see my shitty fanfics because they all follow me. RIP.)

The next day was much brighter and true to my mother’s words I felt much better. After crying last night I felt like my systems had been cleansed, I felt so great. I went into the dining room to see my mother had prepared breakfast for me. I sat at the table inhaling the aroma of batter and cinnamon as my mom placed a plate in front of me.

“Vegan pancakes, your favorite.” I smiled up at her as she kissed my forehead. I had decided I wanted to be vegan when I was five and found out that our food was made from animals, ever since then my mother was always trying her best to make it work, dad did too before, well yeah.

“Hey Mom, who are the guests you said were coming over?” The sounds of my mother’s boots tapped along the tiled floor before she entered and sat down next to me at the table.

“Maggie, do you remember my friend John Winchester? He came to see you about Abigail when you were thirteen.” I nodded and felt a pang of regret about being so hostile to one of my mother’s friends all those years ago. “Well his sons, Dean and Sam, are going to be over for lunch this afternoon. So I suggest working on your papers till then, I got you an extension for another week. Daniel is so kind.” Mom had a thing with Daniel or, as I knew him, Professor Elliots since we moved to Oakland when I was thirteen. At that point he was a new professor and my mom was a twenty eight year old ready to leave the past we had at the manor on Charleston Lane. She’s thirty seven now, while I’m twenty two.

My mom had me at fifteen and when she found out she was pregnant her boyfriend, my biological father, left her. Soon she met my legal father and dropped out of high school to move in with him, he was eighteen and had one year old, going on two, daughter, Abigail. My father had already been living in the manor, his family had owned the property since 1911. So my mom lived there with him and he got his job as a stockbroker. The money he earned supported us well after his death but it didn’t stop my mom from going to work in a car garage as a mechanic. And that is where she was headed now.

“Alright my love, I’ll be back in two hours. If the boys show up before I get back just ask them where they got their shoelaces, if they respond with ‘from the president’ it’s the right guys. If not shut the door and don’t talk to them.” I rose my eyebrow in mock suspicion and she laughed an airy laugh. “It’s just extra precautions Dolly. Remember to heat up the pasta at eleven fourty five. I’m expecting the boys at twelve so I should be back before then. Bye love!” She called before shutting the door behind her. My eyes flicked over to the grandfather clock in the corner of the dining room. Nine sixteen. I slumped up against the back of the chair, staring at the empty plate in front of me. I stood up and brought my dishes into the kitchen and plopping them into the dishwasher.

I leaned with my elbows on the counter staring out the window. I had two hours to kill. Might as well make the most out of it. I pulled a tub of flour out of the pantry and grabbed a mixing bowl out of the cupboard. I tied an apron around my waist before grabbing more ingrediants from the cupboards and fridge. And thus I began growing yeast, mixing flour, kneading dough, and then waiting for it to rise. I laid on the floor of the kitchen in exhaustion, my apron had clumps of dough and water sticking to it here and there, my dirty blondish hair was coated in a thin layer of flour. And I cannot flipping believe I laid there for a whole one hour and thirty minutes waiting for the timer to beep. I guess I really don’t have a life if I literally laid there contemplating my existence for an hour in thirty minutes. I stood up and flipped off the timer before punching down the dough again. I split them into five seperate pieces and placed them each in greased bread pans. I was just about to put them in the preheated oven when the doorbell rang.

“Just a second!” I yelled while trying to fit five pans of bread in the oven without burning my in the process. I hissed as I felt the back of my left hand rub against the hot metal while putting in the last pan. I slammed the oven shut and set the timer for thirty minutes and ran to go get the door while wringing out my hand in pain. I pulled the door open to see the two men from the diner yesterday.

“Um, I think you’re at the wrong house.” I went to shut the door when the shorter man stopped it with his foot. I looked up at him with a very annoyed expression which only made him laugh considering I looked like I had been attacked by a vengeful baker.

“You’re the girl from the diner, Maggie right? I’m Dean and this is my little brother Sam, the guy you freaked out at. Anyways your mom, Teresa, told us twelve thirty so we thought we’d come a bit earlier to s-”

“Where did you get your shoelaces?” I interrupted abruptly. He looked at me puzzled before asking:

“Excuse me what?” I went to shut the door when the taller one, Sam, stopped the door.

“The president. He got them from the president.” I looked at him skeptically before letting them inside. The older one, Dean, looked down at the welcome mat inside the door and laughed.

“Shoes off bitch. Do I have to abide these rules?” He asked with a grin. I nodded before remembering to go heat up the pasta.

“I was just about to prepare the pasta, Teresa’s at work but she’ll be here soon.” I was about to turn to go heat up the food when I noticed Dean looking around for the bathroom. “It’s down the hall and the first door on the right.” He nodded a thanks and sped off down the hall. I entered the kitchen and pulled the pasta out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. I pulled off my apron and wet down a rag to clean the floar covered counters when a sharp pain in my right hand reminded me of the burn on my hand. I was about to reach for the freezer door when a voice sounded from the kitchen entrance.

“Can I help with anything?” I turned to see Sam in the doorway a gentle smile on his face.

“Uh, yeah, sure. There’s a rag right there,” I gestured to the cloth on the counter to my left. He moved to grab it and began wiping up the flour as I grabbed an ice cube from the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel. I sucked in a breath slightly as I pressed the ice cube to my burn.

“There’s a lot of flour in here.” He said suddenly rinsing out the cloth before starting on another part of the counter while I put the yeast and oil away.

“I was baking bread.” Well no duh Maggie, no duh.

“Yeah I kinda figured.” After a moment of silence he spoke up again. “Sorry about messing up your papers yesterday, it was an accident and I promise I didn’t mea-”

“You shouldn’t apologize. I was the one who messed up and freaked out and made a big scene. But I,” I quickly stopped myself from making an excuse and promised myself to be honest and actually apologize instead making excuses. “But I overreacted and that was wrong. It was just easier to blame someone else than myself. So I guess I’m sorry.” We continued cleaning in silence until Dean returned from the bathroom.

“What were you guys doing, the microwave beeped like fifteen times already.” He said opening the microwave and putting the pasta on the counter.

“Thanks.” I said warmly. The kitchen looked squeaky clean by the time the timer went off for the bread. Sam flicked it off while I opened the oven to inhale to smell of homemade bread.

“Can someone pass me the oven mitt over there? I’m not making the same mistake again.” Dean tossed the oven mitt over and I caught it in my hand before turning to pull out the bread. One by one I set them on the stove before tossing the oven mitt onto the counter and shutting the oven door.

“You know, when you’re not a mascara covered rage monster you’re pretty cute.” Dean said in a very flirtatious manner. My cheeks reddened, not from being shy but from embarrassment. They had seen me break down, that’s kinda mortifying.

“So when does your mom get home?” Sam asked in an effort to change the subject. I opened my mouth to answer but was cut off when the door opened.

“I’m home love!” She called out from the entryway. Sam cocked an eyebrow in question.

“She’s from the east coast of Canada she calls everyone love or lad.” I pushed up and slid my but on the the counter, dangling my legs of the edge.

“Hello laddies, how’s the old man?” My mom chimed placing her purse on the table before entering the kitchen. Their faces dropped at the question. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s been awhile.” I almost opened my mouth to ask what was going on but then realization struck me. Their Dad was dead.

“I mean, you still have your Mom right?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Dean pushed away from the counter he was leaning against and stormed outside of the kitchen, the front door slammed and it was obvious he had left the house.

“Do you ever think before you speak?” My mother’s voice was significantly louder than normal. I immediately felt the guilt beginning to form in the pit of my stomach.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I just assu-”

“Haven’t I told you about assuming things?” She scolded sternly. With that she turned on her heel but not before grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the fridge, shortly after I could hear the front door slam yet again. I looked to Sam who was standing opposite to me looking back at me with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t answer just sighed heavily.

“If it helps, I lost my dad too, so if you need to talk to anyone.” I stopped talking for fear of crying. I hated it. I was so flipping sensitive. It pissed me off.

“Yeah but did you loose your mom? No.” I looked at him sadly. I felt so horrible.

“My older sister Abigail and only friend Claya, I watched them drown in a river when I was ten. My ex boyfriend committed suicide. My mom had a miscarriage after my dad died. Both of my uncles died in a plane crash. So no, I haven’t lost my mom, but she’s the only piece of family I have left. Just like you with your brother.” I crossed my arm and huffed. The list of people I had lost was a lot longer, but he didn’t need to know that, I already felt stupid for opening up so much to a stranger.

“Sorry.” He said after two minutes and thirty four seconds of silence, yes I counted.

“Me too.” I replied.

“So can we call a truce?” He asked letting out another sigh.

“I don’t know, can we?” I asked back with fake sass.

“Geez, you sound like my second grade teacher.” He laughed. I couldn’t help it, laughing was contagious, well at least his was. I found myself laughing along with him.

“Wait I have an idea. To you know, help us get along.” I said excitedly.

“Yeah what?” He looked genuinely interested which was very refreshing.

“Every time one of us has to apologize to the other, they owe the other a dollar.” His eyes gleamed like he was either happy or planning world domination. Either one worked for me.

“I’ll be a millionaire before the end of my stay here.” I rolled my eyes before firing back.

“Dream on honey.” He looked at me with mock pain.

“I find that deeply offending, I think I deserve an apology.” I couldn’t hold it in. I burst out laughing and in my fit of laughter slipped right off the counter and onto my butt. That’s when Sam joined in. I laughed so hard it hurt. In fact I probably have abs from laughing. Of course that’s when my mom decided to walk back in with Dean behind her.

“What the hell did I miss?” Dean’s gruff voice asked. It must’ve been a weird scene, me with my flour covered hair sprawled on the kitchen floor having a laugh attack while Sam leaned against the counter suffering from the same bombardment of giggles.

“How the hell did such a depressing conversation end like this?” I asked after I was stable enough to talk.

“However it happened I have zero problem with it. I’ve gotta hand it to you Maggie, I thought for sure you guys would be trying to tear eachothers’ faces off. Dean thought the same thing except in different context.” Seriously how fricking dirty minded was this Dean guy?

“So uh, about lunch. Do you guys wanna just go to the diner instead?” I threw my idea out there and honestly I was hoping they’d say yes. Sam and Dean were quick to nod and with a huffy sigh my mother shook her head.

“Maggie, you’re covered in flour, I’m not taking you out in public until you’ve scrubbed up.” She then turned to the brothers before continuing. “Sorry boys, would you like to reschedule or” her voice trailed off and I exhaled deeply from where I lay on the white and gray tiles.

“No, it’s fine Teresa. We’ll just go and try to get a room in the motel.” I tried stifling a laugh at Sam’s comment, oh if only they knew.

“What’s so funny?” Dean questioned defensively.

“Oh nothing. Have fun at the motel! Try not to get drugged, raped, harassed, or assaulted!” I laughed waving for a more dramatic effect. Daw’s Motel was the scariest part of our town, it was built along the outskirts and the most crime took place on the perimeters. There have been multiple counts of murders and assaults. It was the one place in Oakland that genuinely scared me.

“How about you guys stay here? We have two spare beds in the guest room, you just really don’t want to stay at the motel.” Okay bad move mom, bad move. I do not want them to be staying at my house for the duration of their stay. I even paid half the mortgage. Well by half I mean like a quarter but still, I paid some.

“Actually that sounds slightly doable.” Dean agreed with a nod of the head and a look of consideration. I shot up and stood next to my mom.

“Wait, you’re not actually considering this, are you?” I don’t know who I was really asking but hopefully someone would change their minds. Yet all three of them fricking nodded their heads. I let out a sigh of frustration before speaking. “Okay if you are staying here ground rules my room is off limits like completely. Don’t even touch the door handle. If you don’t know what it is don’t touch it. Okay I’m done bye I’m taking a shower, oh yeah that’s another thing, don’t touch my stuff. Thanks bye.” I swiftly left the room before anyone could complain or protest, this wasn’t going to be fun.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #writing #this sucks #why am i like this #i was happy once #rip

0 notes