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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Her Song part 34

There's a soft, steady beeping. It's driving me crazy. My mouth is dry. My muscles are sore. It's way too bright. I just want to go back to sleep. I groan, blinking slowly until my eyes adjust to the light.

"Y/N? Hey! Hey, you're up! How are you feeling? Wait, don't talk! Your throat needs to heal. God, I was so worried. I thought- well, you know. Do you remember what happened? Don't talk! Just nod," Florence rambles. I nod, signaling that I do in fact remember everything that happened.

A crazy stalker slit my throat and then we killed him.

"Um, I'll let the doctor know you're awake." She begins to stand up, but I stop her with my hand on her arm.

"Sydney?"

"She's still with Ash. She's safe, I promise. We haven't told her what happened; we wanted to see how you would wanna approach it. Oh, it's been about 14 hours by the way. You've been asleep for most of it. Which is good! You need your rest!"

"Flo, what's wrong?"

"You're not supposed to be talking." I give her a pointed look and she caves. "I almost lost you, and it was fucking terrifying. I just need a minute, that's all."

I don't know what to say, so I just hold her hand. A few minutes pass and I squeeze her hand, sliding over on the hospital bed. "Come here," I whisper.

"Darling, you need to rest."

"I don't care, I'll rest better with you next to me. Just come here." She gives in and gently gets in the bed next to me, laying stiff like she's afraid to touch me. "Flo, relax. You're not gonna hurt me." She puts her arm around me and I lay my head on her chest, tangling our legs together because why is it so cold in this damn hospital room?

I don't know how I'm going to explain any of this to Syd. I don't know where JJ is. I don't know if there's going to be a trial for Ben's death. I don't know anything, except that I fucking love this woman with every piece of me, and I don't ever want to let her go.

"I feel fine. Can I please just go home?" I ask the doctor. "I feel like I've been in here forever."

"It's been three days," he deadpans. "And yes, you can go home today. You just have to take it slow, okay? I'll get a nurse started on your release forms."

I dramatically whisper thank god before swinging my body off the hospital bed. I untie this stupid hospital gown and Flo hurries to close the door so the entire hospital doesn't see me in my underwear. I toss the gown at her as I rifle through my duffel bag, looking for some sweatpants. I pull them on and realize Flo is staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," she says, blushing slightly.

I click my tongue at her. "You're like a teenage boy. They're boobs, Florence. You can touch later." Her mouth bobs open and closed as she searches for the right words. "And you can do that later too. Right now I just wanna see my daughter."

"Momma! I'm home!" Syd yells as she enters the apartment. I already explained everything to Ash, so now I just have to figure out how to tell Syd why there's a huge bandage on mommy's throat.

"Hey baby," I greet, kneeling down to meet her in a hug.

"Momma, what happened to your throat?" she frowns.

"Well...um, this really bad person tried to hurt me, but he didn't win, and we don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Oh...Was it my dad?" she whispers, catching me off guard. I make eye contact with Flo, then Ash.

"No, it wasn't your dad, but he knew your dad. What are you feeling right now, Syd?"

"I don't know. Does it hurt?"

"A little. But I'm okay. It's okay for things to hurt sometimes. And it's okay to cry, to admit that it hurts. It's just part of being human." She nods, hugging me again.

"Je t'aime, Momma."

"I love you too, baby. Now, let's eat some ice cream for dinner because mommy hasn't gotten groceries in three weeks."

"Yay!" she screams, running to the kitchen.

"Yeah, yay," I repeat. "God, I'm bad at parenting."

"No, you're really not," Flo says from being me. "Hell, I don't know how you handled that so well."

I shrug. "It's just a matter of being honest. She's five, not stupid. After the shit we've been through together, the least she deserves is the truth."

"Then let's tell her," Flo says, and I immediately know she's talking about our relationship.

"A lot has happened. Not tonight, but soon, okay?" She nods and winks, kissing my cheek before joining Syd in the kitchen.

"I'm still pissed at you for not telling me about the whole psycho-stalker thing," Ash states grumpily. I roll my eyes and pull her into a hug.

"Thank you for taking care of Syd."

"You're welcome, honey. Just take care of yourself, okay? And go get some of that ass," she whispers, gesturing wildly at Florence.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."

#florence pugh x reader

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Sentimental Me, Chapter 4

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Major TW: loss of a baby, medical situation, spousal abuse, mentions of cuts/bruising

1960--Knockemstiff, Ohio

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper as the wind whipped the rain hard against the house. The storm raged on in Brewer Heights, making the lights flicker shortly. The woman stared in shock as she admitted, "I didn't know where else to go."

Florence Bodecker pulled her little sister into the house and closed the door. The younger girl's teeth chattered. That's when Florence noticed that her younger sister looked different. And it wasn't because the rain had soaked her to the bone.

"What are you doing here, Dorothy?"

The glaring issue that she had noticed right away was the split lip and bruised cheek.

"I didn't know where to go," she repeated, shivering, "I-"

"Did that bastard of a husband hit you, Dotty?"

She looked away from her sister, unable to admit the words aloud. As she watched the tears flow down her younger sister's cheeks, she realized there was something bigger that she'd been hiding.

"Did you tell anyone where you went?"

She shook her head.

"Did you go to the police?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Well why the hell not?"

"And tell them what, Florence?" she asked in a hiss, finally looking up to her older sister, "that my husband smacks me around? Do you know what they'd probably tell me? They'd probably ask me what I did to deserve it! Hell, that's what momma did the first few times. She asked me what I did wrong! Told me that I needed to be a better wife to Bobby, and that he was just stressed. She told me I was too young to understand but that I should be a good wife and do better!"

"Wait," Florence said, her eyes raising to meet her little sisters, "she knows?"

"Not about today," she said, sniffling, "just that he has before. When Bobby finished smacking me around and he fell asleep I grabbed all the spare cash I could and ran. Got on the first train I could, and it took me to Columbus. Then I hitchhiked the rest of the way. Been walking around since I got dropped off on the edge of Knockemstiff."

"Dotty that's miles from here."

"I couldn't stay there any longer, Florence," she cried tearfully, "maybe I'm not a good enough wife, but I couldn't do it...not with the baby."

Florence's eyes widened as she felt the tears spill down her own cheeks, "Baby?"

"Fourteen weeks," she sniffled, "I-I had to leave."

"How long has this been going on, Dotty?"

Just as her mouth opened to answer, Sheriff Lee Bodecker came through the door, unzipping his leather jacket and putting it on the hook, "damn it's raining hard out there, Flo. You save dinner for me?"

"Lee."

Both women's eyes shot to the large figure that loomed in the entryway. Instinctively, Dotty backed up until her back met the wall. Lee gave her a concerned look as his eyes shot back to his wife, "who's this, sweetheart?"

"You remember my kid sister, Dotty, right?"

Lee took off his sheriff's hat, hanging it beside the coat, and dropped his keys into the dish on the table by the door, and looked to the younger girl. He hadn't seen her in a few years now; not since the wedding, and boy had she changed. She had grown, and in more ways than one. His eyes admired the thin, but curvaceous woman, and in the glimpse of her body, he could tell that she had continued to model.

That's when he noticed the handprint on her neck. And as his eyes finally sized up her face, he saw her split lip and bruised cheek, "Someone been hitting you, girl?"

She flinched looked down, unable to meet the tone of Lee’s anger. Florence's eyes widened, "LEE!"

"No," he said quickly, with a shake of his head. He walked up to the woman and took her jaw in his hands. She flinched again, and his eyes went wild as they shifted to look at his wife, "A man should never lay hands on a lady like that. Is someone beating ya, girl?"

The frightened look said it all though, and it broke Lee's heart.

It was the same look he saw in his own momma's eyes when his daddy used to beat her. His jaw clenched. He didn't know what had happened, but if he were a betting man, he'd wager that it had something to do with the young girl's husband.

It was as if she somehow thought that she'd get a second beatdown from him. She shrank away as much as she could while being back against the wall and Lee sighed. After a second, he let go of her face, seeing that she was still absolutely terrified. He turned and grabbed his coat, throwing it back on.

"Come on," he said quickly as he opened the door, allowing the storm to be part of the conversation, "Both of you. Come on now."

"Lee what are you doing?"

He walked back to his wife and placed a kiss on her forehead, as if to reassure her, "we're taking your sister to the hospital, and I'm filing a report on her behalf."

"What?" This was the first time in years where Dorothy had so much spoken to him. Her eyes went from her sisters to Lee's in a state of panic, "I can't do that...I can't g-"

"You're going," he said with an authoritative tone. She shrank back again, and he sighed. He walked back up to the twenty-year-old and put a hand on her shoulder, "Listen here...I don't deal with a man smacking a woman around for nothing. Don't matter what you did to annoy him. A man never lays hands on a woman. My daddy was a mean son of a bitch, and he smacked my momma around just because he could. Tried pulling that stunt on my sister too, before bolting off with some whore a few states over once he got outta jail...and I ain't gonna sit idly by as it happens to my wife's kid sister. Especially not since I'm sheriff. Now, you got two options. You come with me and your sister, and you let me file the report, or I take you down there, kicking, screaming, and crying. Because so long as you're in my jurisdiction we're gonna protect you. You hear me?"

Dorothy nodded, for the first time in her life truly feeling safe since her father had passed, "O-okay Lee."

"Florence, go get your sister a towel," he said simply, "don't want the poor girl catching hypothermia on us."

"Alright Lee."

As Florence disappeared, and Lee looked to the girl in front of him, he felt something stir deep within his soul. Something that he forced himself to ignore ever since he'd started the path of corruption that came with being sheriff. It had been a similar feeling to one that he'd had years ago when he picked up a young boy whose father killed himself. He didn't know what to say, but his mouth opened anyways, "you're gonna be alright, don't you worry, kiddo."

She gave him a soft smile before looking down to the ground, and it made his heart swell with pride. This was the reason he'd wanted to become a cop when he was a kid. To make sure people felt safe. But with Dot, there was something more to it. He didn’t want to just keep her safe because it was his job. It was for the same reason he’d felt something when he looked at her on her wedding day. And for the first time in years, he felt like he was doing something right.

Florence watched as Lee dragged her kid sister through the emergency room and to a doctor he'd become friendly with.

Dr. Jenson was a kind man, and one that had lived on the same street in Brewer Heights, so when Lee Bodecker came and explained that he needed someone to help is wife's kid sister, they were in a private room faster than you could blink.

As Dorothy clung to Florence, the two men talked. A knock on the door and one of the deputies had come into the room with a clipboard.

"I'll deal with it, Adam," Lee said in a heavy tone. The deputy handed off the clipboard and told him that he would be waiting out in the lobby. That's when his attention turned back to the two women, "how long it been going on for, Dorothy?"

"A few months after I got married," she said quietly. Lee nodded, marking something down on the paper "Listen I don't want to-"

"Dot it's okay," Florence said, cutting her little sister off. She rubbed her arm reassuringly, "they're here to help."

"Help?" she asked, looking around the room to the two men and her sister, "how will this help? Why do I have to do this?"

"Well kiddo," Lee said, putting the clipboard down, "I'm gonna be honest with you. Most people don't quite have the same reaction to this type of situation as your sister and I do...and Dr. Jenson here."

"I know," she sniffled, "most people would ask what I did to deserve it. T-that’s what my mother did."

"Exactly," Lee nodded. When he saw that she still looked distressed, he tried to think of the best way to explain it to her, "so when there is a history of abuse, we document it. Prove that it isn't isolated, or because of a woman 'acting up.' We-"

"Sheriff," Dr. Jenson said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, "I don't want to cut you off, but I need to start her exam. You said that she's come from New York, and she hitchhiked. Sweetheart, when exactly did this happen?"

"Last night," she replied, head mostly down, "I left sometime around 1 AM."

"Lee, I'm going to need you to escort your wife out of the room, and have your deputy come in to take the pictures of her injuries."

"Pictures?"

Dorothy's eyes went wide as she looked at the doctor.

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "no one will see them, but we need to examine you and document the evidence. Mrs. Bodecker, if you wouldn't mind leaving so that Mrs. Briscoe can get undressed. Mrs. Briscoe, please strip down to your undergarments please."

"It's okay, Dot. I'll be right outside, okay?" she asked. She looked to her sister nervously, as she let go of her hand and walked out the door.

"I'll tell you what," Lee offered, "we don't have any female officers that can take the pictures, but I'll let the good doctor do the exam, and then we'll take the pictures after. We'll have you put a gown on, and only take pictures of the areas that are bruised or cut up, okay? I'll be outside the room until you're ready, and I'll have my deputy take your sister home so that she can get some spare clothes for you, okay kiddo? That way you don't have to put those wet clothes back on."

She nodded, and the doctor walked out of the room, saying a quick, "I'm going to get you a gown. In the meantime."

"Mr. Bodecker-err sheriff?"

He almost made it through the door when he heard her small, sweet voice

"Call me Lee. Lord knows we’ve known one another long enough, kiddo" he said softly. She nodded, and he turned back, closing the door, "something wrong?"

"Could you ask my sister to get me pants and a warm sweater," she pled, "if it's not too much...I just...I don't want to be in a dress right now."

He looked at the dress, understanding that much. While she was soaked, and the dress stuck to her, he could see the small tear in the collar, undoubtedly from when he'd grabbed her, and how a few of the buttons had gone missing, as well as the droplets of blood that had found their way to the skirt. After he went to the hall to speak with his wife and deputy, he was handed the camera and they left. While Florence was initially hesitant to leave her little sister behind, she agreed, knowing that Dotty would need a spare change of clothes. He went back in to let her know that everything was okay, and his eyes drifted to the blood spot which had grown in the few minutes he'd stepped out.

"Kiddo, are you okay?"

"Wh-what are you talking about, sheriff?"

He looked at her, a worried expression crossing his features as he turned on his heel and called for the doctor to come back in.

The doctor immediately rushed back in, a nurse following suit with a machine that she'd recognized vaguely from the city.

"What's going on?"

"Mrs. Briscoe are you pregnant?"

"What?" she asked, "h-how did you know?"

"Nurse!" the doctor called. He turned back to Dot, "I'm going to explain this to you very quickly. There is blood on your dress that wasn't there when you came in. How far along are you?"

"Uuhm, I-fourteen weeks."

"Lay back please," he nodded, "and lift your dress."

Lee went to turn, but she grabbed his arm, "pl-please don't leave me."

He could see the fear in her eyes as she had a death grip on him. He came closer to her but turned so that he couldn't see anything below her neck. He didn't fight her as she took his hand in her own delicate one. The doctor flipped her dress up and saw the noticeable spotting on her undergarments. He tried to give the young woman a reassuring look, but deep in his mind he knew that something was wrong, even before they powered up the machine.

"It'll be alright, kiddo," Lee said, trying to comfort the woman, "I promis-"

"Mrs. Briscoe," Dr. Jenson sighed, seeing the fetus on the screen. Both Dotty and Lee looked over to the monitor. There was no heartbeat. No happy thumping filling the room letting her know that life was indeed inside of her, "I’m sorry Mrs. Briscoe, but you’ve lost your baby."

Chapter 5

Tag list: @krissy25, @lohnes16, @terrormonster55, @potato-with-hair

#lee bodecker #soft lee bodecker #the devil all the time #devil all the time #sentimental me

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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how about 1, 9 and 14 with flo? 🥲

A Period Piece With Florence Pugh

Sorry this took so long! Been trying to work through all of the requests. Will have more coming soon!

Concept: You start working on a new movie and your costar/love interest is Florence Pugh.

Word count: 1702

Flo tag list: @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @wandanatvoid @3xbyrn320 @ravenclawbitch426 let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

You grew up having a pretty normal childhood. You only recently got into acting about two years ago which is why it is so crazy that you were cast in a borderline leading role with such big-name celebrities. You were doing a period piece with Florence Pugh and you were playing love interests. It was sort of a similar concept to Hailee Steinfeld’s Dickinson show but as a movie and neither of you played poets. You had met Florence a couple of times at table readings but your first real week of shooting started today and you’ve never felt so nervous. You still struggle with being around celebrities sometimes…especially those that you find undeniably attractive. You’ve been absolutely crushing on Florence for over a year now, ever since Fighting With My Family came out. Your heart nearly gave out when you heard that the two of you were cast together…playing love interests. You’re fairly certain that in real life she is actually straight so you have it in your head that there is no way in hell that’s happening but at least the two of you will have fun filming the movie together...hopefully.

“Hello love! My name’s Florence, you can call me Flo, Flossie, whatever you want. I don’t think we have properly met though, only at a few table readings right?”

You were feeling absolutely starstruck and getting words out has never been more difficult. “Hi! Yeah, really nice to meet you Florence. My name is y/n.” You say with a smile.

“Well y/n it is really nice to meet you too. Would you like to come to my trailer and we could sit and have tea? Get to know each other a bit? After all, we should probably sit down for a meal before we film a sex scene together right?” She says with an absolutely adorable chuckle.

Wait, what did she say? A sex scene? Was that written in the script? I don’t remember seeing that. You start to internally panic as you follow Florence to her trailer.

You and Florence sit and have tea in her trailer together and you tell her all about how you became an actor. She did the same but you already knew most of what she was saying. You didn’t say that of course.

“So y/n, would you want to maybe run some lines together that we didn’t get to at the table reading?”

“Sure sounds good. What page?”

“156.”

You quickly skim the page and realize that this is the first page where your two characters start to get more intimate with each other. Butterflies started fluttering around in your stomach.

Florence starts acting out her monologue to you. The whole scene was regarding her character confessing their love for you after pushing you away for so long. From the sounds of it she memorized her lines because she wasn’t even glancing at her script.

She started getting really into the scene, wow was she an amazing actress. You felt like she was truly saying these words to you, you felt overwhelmed with emotions to the point that you didn’t even feel like you were on earth anymore. She grabs your hands and pulls you in closer as she continues with her monologue. Then silence.

“Y/n?…Y/n? Everything alright?”

You quickly snap out of what felt like a trance she put you in.

“Hey! Yeah! Sorry about that. I just um— your acting was just amazing. I almost got lost in your words.”

She just laughs at you but you see her blush a little too. “Oh stop it, but seriously go on.”

The two of you just have a good laugh, this was great, it was like you were breaking the ice. You felt more natural around Flo until you realized she was still holding your hands. You look down at both of your hands and then quickly glance back up at her.

“Oh shit— sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing that. But I must say, nobody in the world has hands this soft. What is your skin care routine?!”

The two of you just sit down and talk again for a bit. Whether it’s about skin care or families, you guys clicked with one another in all the best ways possible.

“Y/N! Florence! We are on in 5!” You hear screamed from outside the trailer.

The two of you get into costume and head to set.

“Hey Florence, do you know which scene we are starting with today?”

“Uhhh yeah I think the scene with my monologue that we were practicing in the trailer.”

Your eyes widen. Oh god, how are you going to act out that scene without getting completely lost in the words she’s saying to you. The feeling you had after running lines with her made your stomach do flips, you were falling in love. It’s only day one on set and you’ve already broken one of the rules of acting, don’t fall in love with your costars. I guess it’s not a huge deal if she doesn’t feel the same way because nothing will come of it other than you occasionally looking like a fool. But you can’t help but wonder if she does.

You guys arrive at the set for the scene and the cameras start rolling.

Florence starts her monologue of her confessing her love to you. This felt so real, she must feel something towards you, this can’t be just acting right?

“Your eyes are beautiful, they perfectly reflect the light of the sun….”

“…I want to spend all my time with you! Nobody else! I don’t care about William. I know I am to wed him but you are the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with Elizabeth!” The passion behind Florence's eyes when she delivers this line is that with a hint of tears. You can tell how emotional she is getting which just shows how amazing her range is.

“I love you Clara.” You stutter out.

She pushes you against a wall and goes to kiss you but the cameras cut. She hasn’t pulled away from your face though. The both of you are only about an inch apart from one another, breathing heavily from feeling so overwhelmed with emotions. Florence looks deep into your eyes and you feel like she knew exactly what you were thinking but then she suddenly pulls away.

“Great job y/n! You’re an amazing actress. I'm super pumped to be working on this project with you.”

Then again, maybe she didn’t feel the same way.

The two of you continue about your day working on set and she asks you to meet her at her trailer once filming is done for the day.

You knock on the door and she yells for you to come in. You walk in and she is struggling to get her corset off.

“Hey love, do you think you could help me for a minute and just undo it in the back here for me?”

You start untying this ungodly device as it slowly starts to slip off her. You turn around and give her a moment of privacy.

“All good!” She says.

You turn to face her and see her in a white shirt with some writing across the front.

“You want to grab a bite to eat or something? I know this lovely Italian place around the corner.” She says.

“Yeah sure sounds good!”

“Uhh before we leave though, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah sure what’s up?”

Florence takes a step towards you and looks up into your eyes. “I just noticed things were a little weird when we were running lines earlier and then almost again when we were filming on set.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, I just noticed you looked super nervous and kind of zoned out here and there. You have nothing to worry about love. No need to be nervous around me or anything. But I must say when you were confident in your lines you delivered them perfectly. In the one scene where you told me that you loved me…I really felt that. It felt like you truly were in love with me.” She says as she takes another step towards you.

Your pupils dilated and you gulped way too loud when she was only a few inches from your face. You leaned back a little to not make things super awkward but it got to the point where Florence was so close to you that you could smell the mint gum she had been chewing.

“Y’know y/n, it’s not good when coworkers fall in love.”

“Ye-yeah I know.” You say trying really hard to play it off cool.

“But sometimes it works out for the better and I think you and I have some of the most unmatched chemistry I’ve seen in awhile.” She says.

Your eyes were shifting back and forth scanning her face trying to figure out what exactly she meant. Before you knew it you felt her hand slide behind your lower back and pull you towards her. You don’t know what came over you but your hand came up to her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. This kiss was very long awaited. All day you could feel this tension growing. Florence leaned into it and didn’t let up, this was an amazing feeling. Not only were you relieved that you were finally able to make your lips connect but the fact that Florence was actually interested in kissing you and not just for a movie was blowing your mind.

She pulls away for a second. “Well, about damn time. After this morning, it felt like I was waiting forever for that kiss.”

You looked at her with slight shock on your face and then a big smile. You picked her up and threw her on the bed, straddling her and kissing all over her face.

“You’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” You whisper to her.

She smiles and just pulls you in for a long kiss.

— The End —

#florence pugh #florence pugh fanfic #cooking with flo #marvel #florence pugh smut #florence pugh x reader #mcu #yelena belova #yelena belova fanfiction #amy march fanfic #amy march

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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"Why do they hate me so much?”

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley (*might change)

requested: no

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of cheating, SFW

A/N: i’m attempting an enemies to lovers kind of story, but i’m not sure if it’ll really come across as that. if you haven’t noticed i kinda just write and whatever comes out, comes out. As i mentioned above the pairing of the story might change as I’m still working on it. right now its heading in the direction of both the twins, but that’s not how i originally wanted it to go, so we’ll see. I hope you guys like what I have so far, I do want to make this into a small series so if you have any comments and/or suggestions please let me know - i would love hearing your thoughts! Xx

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^ let me know if you’d like to be added/removed!

“You pig-headed prats!” You holler, huffing as the infamous weasley twins ‘successfully’ pull off another prank, you as their target yet again.

“Oi, sweetheart. That’s a bit harsh for such a pretty lady.” Fred smirks.

“Shove off, weasley.” You hiss as you push through the two who were standing in front of you.

If you spent another minute near them you feared you’d find yourself in detention for a month. The two redheads had a way of thoroughly getting under your skin.

You’re not entirely sure what you’d done to them, but for the better part of two years now you had been the butt of many of their pranks. You’ve had everything from an itching charm put on your robes to mini fireworks exploding out of your books to the most recent of having your wand tampered with to cover you in slime instead of whatever spell you were trying to cast.

Besides that, the two had been beyond irritating to talk to. You could always find them laughing and joking with others, but they seemed much kinder than they were to you. That’s not to say that they were rude or mean to you in anyway, but their jokes and smart replies were definitely not what you needed after having been pranked.

“Y/n! Ohhh, what happened?” Your friend hermione called as you entered the common room, immediately sensing how pissed you were.

“The twins happened.” You grumble, gritting your teeth.

“I don’t know why they keep pranking you! I’ve talked them multiple times about it and I thought they had finally gotten it through their heads that it wasn’t funny.”

“Don’t worry about it, hermione. I think they were just born bloody annoying. It’s what they do and they know they’re good at it, so why stop? It’s not like we plan to be friends or anything any time soon anyway.” You huff, making your way up to your dorm.

“I know, y/n. I know. Just....let me talk to them again. I’ll make sure they stop. It’s not fair to you. Even harry and Ron get annoyed at them for it.”

“You don’t have to do that, ‘mione. I’ll just...start ignoring them, maybe that’ll get them to stop. They’re not worth my time of day anyway.”

“Alright, y/n. Well, let’s get you cleaned up. You are going to need help getting this out of your hair.”

~.~

“You two need to stop this prank thing against y/n. I’ve told you over and over, it’s not funny anymore. Do you know that it took at least five washings to get that slime out of her hair? Five!”

“Oh stop harping us, hermione. It’s not like we’re hurting her any.” Fred says, dismissing her disapproval.

“You’re not hurting her, but you’re certainly annoying all of us.” Ron says through a mouthful of breakfast.

“Why should we stop? It’s fun and honestly pretty great to get a rise out of her.” George smiles.

“Don’t you think she wonders why she’s being targeted? She is our friend, too, and you hardly prank any of us. Don’t you think she might feel a bit frustrated? Don’t you think she wonders why you two have such a vendetta against her?” Hermione pushes, becoming annoyed herself with them.

“We’ll bring it in a bit, but we’re not stopping. She’s just too easy to prank.” Fred finally offers.

“I wish you would stop completely. It’s honestly not fair to her in the slightest.” Hermione sighs, giving up for the time being.

The twins are stubborn and she knows she better take what they give her for now before they revoke their compromise to bring it back completely.

~.~

You groan to yourself as you listen to Professor Binns drone on about history. This was by far your least favourite class, even more so when you’ve had the week you’ve had.

It started monday when you woke up to a surprise visit from Aunt Flo to which you were very unprepared for. You had been meaning to get some more pads and tampons but had been so busy it had left your mind. Not only did it inconveniently arrive, it was also being a major witch this month. As soon as it hit you felt you were going to be sick. The amount of nausea you felt on top of how crampy and achy you were. You honestly felt like you had been run over by the hogwarts express.

Tuesday you had been surprised by a last minute exam that Snape decided to give out. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, except this really was not your week and hadn’t been able to remember the potions you were being quizzed on. You had just barely passed when you normally received the higher marks that snape rarely gave out.

Wednesday you had just had a very rough day. Everything you had tried to do backfired and you ended up creating more hassle for the professors and your friends than would normally be expected. You spent the day just feeling completely useless, which continued into thursday.

Then, so far today, you woke up late and forgot your tie which earned a deduction of house points. You had spilled a bunch of ingredients in potions which earned even more deducted house points and complete embarrassment. You felt completely disgusting today even though you’ve showered and still looked put together. And most recently, just after lunch you had found your boyfriend has been cheating on you.

To put it lightly, this was just a really bad day at the end of a very rough week. The only thing you’ve been able to be grateful for is that the twins have seemingly stopped pranking you.

They still made smart remarks that you were trying your best to ignore, but for the time being you haven’t found yourself in the middle of one of their pranks.

You’re not sure why, but at least you haven’t had to deal with them on top of everything else this week.

You had managed to get all the way through to dinner where you sat very tiredly. Hermione knew you’ve been having a rough week as you were roommates, but she wasn’t sure what exactly had been happening. You hadn’t been wanting to talk about it. Harry and Ron, however, could tell you were in no mood for anything else even without knowing you’ve had a rough week.

Unfortunately, the twins did not get the memo that this was not your best week and had decided today was the day they’d prank you after leaving you alone for a couple weeks.

they had been planning out how to do so for a few days now and were proud of what they had come with. therefore, It came as quite a surprise to the both of them when you broke out crying after setting a smoke bomb to go off when you lifted your fork.

The food had just been revealed to start dinner when you picked up your fork to grab a piece of ham from the platter in front of you.

Before you could realize what happened, the smoke bomb went off, completely covering you in soot and catching the attention of many of the students in the great hall.

Without being able to hold it in, you had started crying as Fred and George were laughing.

“What have I ever done to you? I’ve tried being nice and it always blows up in my face, quite literally right now.” You sigh, choking on your tears as you stand up from the table to leave.

Fred and George stop laughing when they hear you, their smiles dropping when they realize you had been crying. They watch as you hurry off, hoping to Merlin this encounter wasn’t being listened to and watched by everyone.

“Look what you two have done now! I told you to knock it off with all these pranks. You can’t ever listen though, can you Fred. George.” Hermione states, fuming at the red-headed twins as she gets up and follows after you.

“Oh bloody hell.” They both sigh in unison, slumping into the table.

“Bloody hell is right.” Ron says. “You really don’t want Hermione mad at you.”

“We’re not worried about hermione, mate.” Fred says, keeping his eyes on the door that y/n had left through.

“We just wanted to get her to smile.” George sighs sadly.

~.~

“Y/n!” Hermione calls as she catches up with you in the hall back to the common room.

“Please go, hermione.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes.

“I’m not leaving my best friend out here crying all alone.” She huffs, crossing her arms as she looks at you.

“I know you had a bad week, but what’s happened? It must’ve been real bad if you break out crying like this, y/n.” She says after a minute or two.

“I’m just so tired, ‘mione.” You cry, shrinking into yourself in front of her.

you felt pathetic yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop crying. you had been hiding it away all week and you just couldn’t do it anymore.

“Tell me what’s happened.” She urges, pulling you into a hug, her heart breaking for you. she cared for her friends more than anything, but it really broke her seeing you so upset. you were usually such a literal ray of sunshine to everyone around you, that it was painful to see you carrying so much pain.

“I’m so tired and achy and nauseous. All because I’m a bloody woman. I’ve been so unfocused that I’ve lost us so many house points. Well, more than I ever have,” you sob as hermione leads you over to a bench by the window.

“I practically failed that exam snape gave us this week and I made such a mess of his ingredients. He was so furious, hermione.” you whisper, your terrified eyes meeting hers as you recall the way he fumed over your mishap.

“I was so embarrassed. I’ve never done that terribly in his class.” you mumble.

“I’ve been nothing but a hassle to everyone around me this week and I just - I feel so bloody disgusting. It’s honestly no surprise I found my boyfriend cheating on me.” You sigh, crying more.

“He did what?!” Hermione gasped, sighing as you cry harder.

“He’s been cheating on me, ‘mione. For like two months at least! I feel so dumb and used. I really liked him, ‘mione, and he just....he just used me!”

“Take a breath, y/n. We don’t need you getting sick.” hermione urges, noticing how you’re choking for air through your sobs.

“A-and now I’m covered in soot all because the twins have something against me. I don’t know what I could have done! Why do they hate me so much?” You cry.

Fred and George frown as they hear you recount your week, having left dinner to come after you and apologize. They truly had no idea. If they did they wouldn’t have set up that smoke bomb.

“We really messed up, Fred.” George sighs, not being able to take his eyes off you as you cry in hermione’s arms.

“Yeah, we have. Come on, let’s go apologize and try to fix this.”

They make their way over to you and hermione who shoots daggers at them.

“Y/n, we’re sorry. We-“

“Would you two get out of here? You’re some of the last people she wants to see right now.” Hermione states, knowing that the twins are beyond sorry and just want to make sure you’re all right, but taking your emotional needs as her priority.

she knew that they had a bit of a crush on you even though they had never said a thing on the topic. it wasn’t hard to miss, however, when she noticed how often they’d stare at you from across the room, smiling dumbly to themselves and zoning out. it was quite adorable, actually, but she did wonder how they ever thought pranking you was the way to your heart.

“We didn’t know you’ve had such a bad week.” Fred sighs, ignoring hermione.

You start crying harder at the mention of your week. You just wanted it to end. you wanted to curl up in your bed, tucked tightly into the blankets and listen to some comforting sad songs while you cry.

“Fred, George, go back to dinner. I’m taking y/n to our room. She needs to be left alone for awhile.” hermione orders, helping you to stand even though you don’t want to. all your energy has been drained from your body so even lifting an arm to wipe at your tears felt like it was the most difficult task in the world.

The twins sigh, but nod, knowing it’s the truth. Having them around wouldn’t help anything, but they felt so guilty. they just wanted you to understand that they don’t hate you, but rather the complete opposite.

They had never wanted to upset you when they started pranking you. In fact they both saw you as a friend and had a bit of a crush on you that they couldn’t understand. Sure you were beautiful, beyond kind, and a little bit of a fireball, but you were just a girl. neither of them were quite sure when they had started feeling and thinking it, but even though they tried to tell themselves that you were, they knew deep down you weren’t just some girl.

They really aren’t the greatest with their feelings though, especially when their beyond confused with them, and decided pranking you was the best way to show that they liked you. They never prank you to be mean, they just want to make you laugh and see you smile.

~.~

Hermione had gotten you into bed after having you shower and change into some comfy clothes.

She had left to go get herself some dinner and promised she’d be back soon to see how you were holding up.

You had told her not to worry about bringing anything back for you. Instead you were just going to curl up and go to sleep.

You heard a knock on your door and sighed. You didn’t really want to talk to anyone, even hermione. You hummed out however to notify the person on the other side of the door that you were listening.

You hear your door creak open a bit and hear some footsteps enter.

“Y/n? Uh, Fred and I brought you some dinner. Hermione said you didn’t want anything, but you can’t just not eat.” You hear George say, cautiously stepping over to your bed. his voice was filled with concern which you thought odd, but couldn’t care enough to think about too long.

You hear Fred shut the door but you don’t bother looking at either of them. You’re far too numb to care at this moment.

“Y/n?” George asks after not getting a response. he didn’t think you were sleeping, but he wasn’t sure.

“Thanks. Just, set it on my trunk. Or my night table. I’m not really hungry right now.” You mumble, still not bothering to look at either of them.

“H-how are you holding up?” Fred asks, fidgeting in his place.

“Why do you care? You’ve never cared before. Either of you.”

Both the twins sigh, looking at the other with guilt written all over their faces. they’re well aware how they come across to you, but it was truly a complete misunderstanding.

“We know we made you the target of our pranks more often than not, but we weren’t trying to be mean. We just, we really wanted to make you smile. Make you laugh.” Fred sighs.

“Did quite a job at it, huh?” You ask, still staring straight ahead. You don’t have the energy to turn to look at them. And truthfully, you didn’t really want to.

“We-we’re sorry. We had no idea how bad of a week you’ve had. We, uh, we heard you tell hermione everything.” George states, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It doesn’t matter that it was this week.” you deadpan, “It’s the fact that I’ve never once enjoyed your pranks on me. It was pretty obvious, so why would you continue?” You ask, getting a bit irritated at the two twins.

“Well, uh. I-I don’t know. We’re dumb.” Fred answers.

“No, you’re not. You both are so brilliant that I’ve been jealous of you at times, but you just don’t care about school. You’d rather use all your brilliance on tormenting poor classmates or make a girl cry than apply yourselves to classes.”

You knew you weren’t being fair, but you were fed up with everything. You wanted to be left alone. you couldn’t handle socializing, much less able to handle these two trying to make up for what they’d done for years only after you broke down crying.

“No, we never wanted to make you cry. Merlin we feel so guilty that we did.” Fred tries to argue, but is promptly cut off.

“So you really don’t care, do you? You’re just trying to make yourselves feel better.” You say, finally looking over at them, a fire blazing behind your eyes. Both of them look like deer caught in headlights, not sure whether to stay put or run and in which direction if they did.

You watch as Fred gulps nervously as George opens and closes his mouth trying to find the words to not make things worse.

Even though they can’t meet your eyes, mainly because they’re scared of the anger within them, they notice just how awful you look. Not in the sense that you’re unattractive, because Merlin even now you were gorgeous, but awful in the sense of how absolutely heartbroken you look. It truly looks like your soul has been ripped from your body and your heart crushed to pieces.

Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, your nose red from blowing it into the rough tissues on your bedside table, tear tracks etched into your cheeks almost looking like spilled ink that had run across a piece of parchment.

They can see how tired you are, and how much sadness you’re still holding in. They wish more than anything that they could comfort you, but you were making it very clear that you didn’t want them here.

“Can you please just go? I don’t really feel like keeping company.” You sigh, turning back away from them.

They both nod, even though you can’t see them. Turning to walk away, they stop to look over your form once again. They’ve never seen you so heartbroken and it scared them. You had been a light in their lives, happiness radiating from inside you constantly spreading warm that reached deep into their souls. it hurt seeing that light extinguished.

“We’re really sorry, y/n. For everything.” George sighs, him and fred leaving you to yourself.

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foxes + onesies (4/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Dan

of course the next Fox to get their onesie is the Danielle Leigh Wilds

though Nicky almost beats her to it, but that’s a story for another time

now. Dan is fierce. Dan is sexy. Dan is strong. Dan is an inspiration to all.

Dan also wants a ridiculous pajama to match with her boyfriend and her best friends

Dan wants to go full-on girly mode, for once

Dan wants to feel like a kid again, wants to be free of responsibilities, wants to be included in the girl gang

Dan wants

she feels like that one time when she had been excluded from her classmate’s birthday party, because she hadn’t lots of money and the birthday girl knew she wouldn’t be able to bring her a present

because Ally’s is for therapy, Matt’s represent a piece of his childhood, and Renee’s is a lover’s gift

(yeah, she now has to deal with that. just like Neil and Andrew, she didn’t see #renison coming at all. the only difference is, she now has to live with them being a couple 24/7. at least Matt and her live separately, that gives the others a little bit of a break… Renee and Ally? Cuddle monsters. PDA champions. but only in their dorm. only in front of Dan. it’s exhausting. she thinks they might be doing it on purpose…)

anyways

Dan doesn’t have a reason, an excuse, a memory to fuel this childish desire to own one of those adult pajamas

and it’s not like Matt or the girls would get the hint to gift her one, seeing as her usual aesthetic is sporty, mature and overall just *powerbabe vibes*

and that’s how she comes to the conclusion that her Sisters are her only hope (she’s that desperate)

five of them have children… and one’s got a baby on the way for the first time… and the other five, well… let’s not get into that

so surely, surely, her girls are going to get it, right? they’ll have insight, they’ll be helpful, right?

yeah, they are, they do

they just laugh their asses off first

Dan calls for a video chat meeting on a Wednesday afternoon, when all of them are least likely to be busy

7 of them are able to make it

however, Dan keeps dancing around the subject, and her Sisters notice it right away

Georgia: Oh. My. God. Dan, are you pregnant??

Darla: Oh God, are you dying??

Flo: Did Matt finally propose??

Michelle: Don’t tell us you guys broke up!!

Courtney: Do you need a lawyer or something??

Camilla: Which bastard hurt you??

June: Do you need help hiding the body??

yeah, dramatic much

Dan ends up being forced to admit the truth before her girls get a heart attack

Dan: Jesus, guys, shut the hell up. I’m fine (*oh shut up Neil*). I just need guidance for… hum… a fashion matter?

that puts her girls in a much better mood

only for all hell to break loose when Dan admits to wanting a fucking onesie pajama

Dan has to mute her laptop

of course, they only tease her because they love her

but still

they have a good time making fun of her

once they calm down, though, they let Dan speak

so she explains what’s been happening in the last few weeks

how she wishes to use that stupid onesie to grow closer to her team, to belong

how she craves something so juvenile because she never had that kind of thing growing up

how she doesn’t know how to proceed without seeming like an attention seeker, a copycat

her Sisters all understand, each in their own way

they finally start asking Dan the right questions

Michelle: So what can we do?

June: I can make you one, if you want. You know I got magic hands *wink*

Flo: D’you need money? We got money, baby. Just say how much.

Darla: You wanna be, like, sexy devil mistress or cute baby angel??

Courtney: Ooh, ooh, a lace one!

Georgia: Courtney no.

Camilla: Courtney yes.

no indeed, Courtney

the main problem, she explained to them, was that she didn’t know what to get

see, Dan doesn’t really like animals; never had one, never obsessed over one, never felt a connection to one

Dan doesn’t particularly like children’s movies either

so, what to get?

Camilla: Okay, but remember when Georgia’s kid started calling us all Care Bears because she was obsessed with it? And she was like, weirdly accurate? What about that?

Michelle: Oh yeah, that was soooo nice. So nice.

Georgia: Oh shut up Michelle, you’re just mad ‘cause my child renamed you Grumpy Bear! She wasn’t wrong, you know.

Courtney: Pff you’re just jealous I got Funshine Bear!

Flo: Okay, enough, enough, now. Dan, which one were you again? Do you even like the idea?

Dan: I guess… I was uh, the pink one. With the hearts on the tummy? Do they even have those in onesies?

Camilla: Oh yeah, Always There Bear! See, Michelle? My daughter’s a psychic. She was right about every one of you.

Flo: Dan, babygirl, they have onesies of everything.

so all the girls pull up pictures of pink Care Bear onesies to show Dan

June is the one who ends up finding Dan’s favorite

it’s baggy, it’s hot pink, it’s cute and fluffy and so not Dan

she loves it

and in bonus, her 11 sisters contribute to pay for her onesie (being the youngest in the family has its perks)

they almost make Dan cry tears of joy

three weeks later (it came from Japan), Dan’s package arrives

it also happens to be Valentine’s Day soon…

(you know where this is going)

it’s Sunday night, the 14th

Dan and Matt have his dorm to themselves

they spend the day with each other, really taking it slow and doing nothing

around 8pm, Dan tells Matt she’s craving some chocolate desserts, so he takes his truck and drives to the closest bakery on campus

meanwhile, Dan puts her plan in action

she pulls out the pink heart-shaped Post-It notes Renee lent her and writes her little messages on them

Hey, pretty boy

Wanna play hide-and-seek…?

Come and find me, pretty boy

You know where I am…

I’m waiting for you XOXO

she sticks them on the front door, all along the hallway and the last one’s on Matt’s bedroom door

Matt is ecstatic when he returns with half a dozen of chocolate eclairs

he chucks the box of desserts in the fridge before he quickly tiptoes to his bedroom

he knocks

and from inside, a voice…

Dan: Come in, pretty boy… I’ve got a surprise for ya…

Matt kicks the door open

and oh. my. lord.

there she is, in all her glory

there’s rose petals all over his bed and the floor

there are lit vanilla-scented candles

there’s slow music playing

and in the middle of the bed, sprawled out like the queen she is, Dan

in her onesie

her neon pink Care Bear onesie

and do you know what the best part is?

Matt isn’t even close to being disappointed

he just thinks, God I love her

as soon as he sees her, he runs and jumps on the bed to join her and make out passionately

and then just as fast, he gets off the bed

Matt: WAIT FOR ME BABY LEMME PUT MINE ON OKAY DON’T YOU MOVE

once he’s back in Dan’s arms, they’re a flurry of pink and orange

they can’t stop giggling

and yeah, they do make love all night long, and eat chocolate eclairs butt-naked

but first they watch their favorite movie, Karate Kid (the one with young Jaden Smith and old Jackie Chan, okay)

so if they weren’t sure of their commitment to this relationship before, after that night, they both knew they would never spend another night with someone else as long as they were alive

they were in perfect harmony

God, I love him // God, I love her

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How to Win at Christmas in 7 Easy Steps | KSJ

~summary:

How to win at Christmas... and maybe meet someone along the way. The story of how Jin ended up crawling through your hedge dressed as santa on Christmas eve. And how you were totally not heading to his house for the very same reason.

Jin x reader

~word count: 2.6k

~neighbour au, idiots to lovers, humour, crack, getting together

Rating: pg

Warnings: general chaos and gardening shears

~a/n: thank you to an anon for this idea for the ‘kim seokjin’ bingo square! (my requests are no longer open) I had a lot of fun with this one!

Step 1: pick your battles

Jin stared out of the window.

How dare she?

His neighbour across the street was currently on a ladder, fastening the end of a large string of lights to her house.

Previously, he had thought she was quite cute whenever he passed her in the roads.

But he would have to push that aside, given she was to be his nemesis now.

This was war.

The declaration was loud and clear, staring him in the face outside his window. If he wasn’t so intent on despising it, he might have admitted that the lights looked very good. There were fairy lights around the windows of the house, and hanging from the roof like glittery icicles.

Even the wreath on the red front door had little lights glimmering from within the foliage.

The final straw was really the series of colourful stars forming a stripe across the middle of the house. Other than those, he would say his decorations were roughly the same as these new arrivals.

Which was why it was very clearly a direct attack.

Step 2: make the first move

Looking between the Christmas lights on the shelf in front of him, Jin wondered if he was reading too far into it.

He was sure the stars on the left were the exact ones you had on the front of your house. Would that be too obvious? Settling for the ones on the right, although they were slightly smaller, he walked further into the store, looking for something that would really make his house stand out.

Half an hour later, a large wire Christmas tree could be seen walking across his front lawn, emitting several curses as it went.

Eventually, Jin managed to place it in such a way that it nestled among the plants in his garden without squashing any, and he hurried to switch it on.

Standing back, he admired his work with hands on hips. Perhaps he wasn’t very subtle, looking between your house and his, but he liked what he saw. That would show you. Stars bedecked his front porch in a very pleasing way, and now he had a Christmas tree lighting up his lawn.

What could be better?

A nagging hum nudged at Jin until his eyes cracked open, cursing as he found his room still dark. Legs still tangled in his sheets, he flipped himself over in order to peek out of his window.

The early morning light made him squint, but the moment his eyes were adjusted, he swore out loud.

As it turns out, the source of the humming sound was an inflation device, pumping air into a massive snowman on your lawn. It did look slightly like a melting marshmallow, but as it grew it grinned maliciously up at him, stick arms wobbling tauntingly.

He just gaped, dumbfounded, wishing he had thought of that.

Looking in panic down at his own decorations, he was alarmed to note that his Christmas tree would only look nice at night. Now that daylight slowly seeped into the sky, it looked more and more dull.

“Oh shut up,” he scowled down at the snowman’s growing grin.

A smart move on your part, he thought bitterly. Show off.

Step 3: make another move when your first one fails

Jin would settle for nothing less than a real showstopper.

He had gone to another shop this time, a little further out of town, but, most importantly, bigger. And therefore it would contain Christmassy treasures you could only dream of, little miss look-at-me-I-have-a-snowman.

He bypassed garlands, trees and wreaths, ignored the ‘Santa, stop here!’ signs and those weird window stickers he would never understand. Maybe he had been too optimistic about finding his Christmas holy grail in this place.

But then he turned the corner.

He had just entered a treasure trove. He had the surreal sensation that he was being bathed in a golden glow from the splendour before him.

Now this was more like it!

Everything in this section was large enough to fill his car, a life-size moving Santa beckoning at him from one side while a fake reindeer scuffed its hoof on the ground, mechanical whinny uttering from its mouth.

Walking further in, he identified the golden glow as coming from a large nativity scene. Rather disappointing, if you asked him.

But it couldn’t be helped, so he quickly came to terms with this and found himself not long afterwards debating between a full size sleigh and an igloo.

Chewing his lip, he rotated, assessing both of the items, which were on opposing shelves. The igloo would look very wintery alongside the white lights on his house and the tree in the garden… but maybe not quite Christmassy enough. A sleigh, on the other hand, was unmistakeably festive-

-and being stolen right in front of his nose.

He was rather taken aback to find a woman already halfway up the aisle with the box under her arm when he turned around. A strangled yelp escaped him as he realised it was the last in stock, and he had just been robbed.

Hearing him, the woman turned around.

It was you.

“Oh, hi Jin!” you exclaimed, grin taking over your face. Meanwhile, he just sputtered, mouth hanging open in outrage.

“Um, your lights look really good!” you spoke again, quirking an eyebrow at his silence.

The cheek of it!! He could not believe you had the audacity to speak about decorations in front of him like this.

“Thank you,” he spoke curtly, “yes, they do.”

“Okay,” you laughed lightly, “I better be going. See you around.”

Grumbling to himself, he spun back around forcefully, coming face to face with the igloo he would have to settle for.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he hissed at said igloo, “you are gonna be the most glorious, majestic igloo this side of Seoul, or else! We’ll see who’s laughing in the end.”

In the end, admittedly, it was actually the shop assistants laughing at the man who seemed to have punched above his weight in Christmas props.

Staggering out of the door, he finally dumped his haul into the back of his car and took a breather leaning against the door. His house had better look spectacular after this.

Step 4: implement step 3

Jin would like to describe himself as modest. Among many other great things.

But even a modest man such as himself had to admit, his decorations looked pretty darn good.

Since fate had so cruelly stripped him of Santa’s sleigh, he had gone all out with the igloo. It stood proud and strong in the middle of his front lawn with presents stacked up at the entrance and a couple of little polar bear cubs just outside.

They even had little hats on.

He was sure the fearsome army he had created would scare you into submission. After all, no more items had appeared over at your place yet.

You probably bought that sleigh just to spite him. Classic sabotage tactic.

Shaking his head, he turned to go inside for a well-deserved cup of hot chocolate.

Step 5: contemplate defeat

When Jin opened his curtains the next morning, he almost fell over in shock.

At first, he thought it had snowed.

But he was mistaken, unless a snow cloud had in fact visited and snowed very specifically on your house.

When the hell had you found the time to do that? Or the ladder to do that? Your roof, as well as the tops of your windows and porch, were dusted in white. And the more he looked, the more he saw. You had even sprinkled some on your wreath!

Worst of all, that damned sleigh sat smugly in front of it, the cherry on the cake.

Begrudgingly, he was impressed. He should take a leaf out of your book when it came to intimidation tactics. Because they had certainly succeeded on him.

How on earth had you accomplished all that?

He sat down heavily in his kitchen, deliberately leaving the curtains closed for now. He leaned heavily on his elbow as he stirred a mug of tea, thoroughly fed up.

What was this feeling?

He had never met his match before. The smug satisfaction of victory had been rudely swiped from his fingertips by you.

But while he stewed in his disappointment all day, it seemed you had been busy. A knock on the door later heralded your arrival with a steaming plate of mince pies.

Oh, so you had to be better at baking too, huh?

“Oh. Hello,” he greeted as he stood in the doorway. His hand still gripped the door in his surprise.

“Hi,” you smiled, “would you like any of these? Maybe you already have some since you’re the only other one on this street with any Christmas spirit, but I thought I’d stop by and offer-“

“Yes. I would like to try some,” Jin cut you off, jutting out his chin. Then, realising himself, his eyebrows drew together and he uttered a sheepish, “thank you.”

Even your laughter sounded like Christmas, tinkling like bells as you followed behind him.

Once he had brewed tea for both of you, he completely forgot his intention to spit your baking back out in a dramatic display of disgust. His disappointment in himself only grew when he found himself reaching out for his third one, only then remembering that he was supposed to be opposed to your insufferable ability to do Christmas better than him.

It was only when it started to grow dark that the two of you realised the time you had wasted just talking. And only a small part of Jin offered to pop over with Christmas baking of his own purely to prove he could do it better than you.

A weighted breath left him as he shut the door behind him.

This would not do. He had to stay true to his ulterior motive, for goodness’ sake!

Across the road, your lights flicked on and he made another unfortunate discovery. Those weird window stickers might have been a good investment after all.

Silhouetted by the warm light of your house, a row of houses stood along the windowsill, dark blobs of snowflakes floated on the glass above them.

Tomorrow, he would completely coat his house in lights and wipe that smug, arrogant, gorgeous smile off your face.

Step 6: make a last ditch effort

By the time Christmas was only a few days away, your little competition had become quite obvious.

Your road lay in darkness, a few lone strings of lights flickering on the odd house… and then the vision was assaulted by two houses opposite each other: yours and Jin’s.

However, Jin only looked out with satisfaction. The plants around his lawn were lined with glittering lights, and more still were piled on the igloo that had become his centrepiece. Even the polar bear cubs had been ensnared in the cheery twine.

As he watched from his window, a family walked along, two kids clutching their mum’s hand. The abundance of light helped greatly by illuminating their smiles as they gazed at the lights on display. But to Jin’s dismay, they turned to your house first, pointing at all the things decorating it and jumping up and down in excitement.

Just a passing glance was thrown at his, before they were on their way.

His hands curled into fists. This simply wasn’t good enough – he had to win at Christmas. He always did! Who were you to threaten the reigning Christmas champion, Kim Seokjin?

There was a chance this was a questionable idea.

Just a small chance.

A little, teeny-weeny, itty-bitty chance.

However, this thought only crossed Jin’s mind as the twigs in the hedge he was currently crawling through nearly ripped his santa hat off his head.

Clutching it tightly to the top of his head, he shuffled a bit further.

It was a strange sight, from your end. As you stepped quietly across your back garden, a movement caught your eye. Freezing where you stood, you had to bite back laughter as Santa himself clambered inelegantly to his feet at the other side of your garden, emerging from below the hedge that divided your house from next door.

Just as he bent down to brush dirt from his red fuzzy trousers, you spotted what he was holding.

You were certain you hadn’t asked for a pair of gardening shears for Christmas.

Then Santa’s head raised, and your suspicions were confirmed. Eyes meeting yours, you could see the thought of I fucked up flit across Jin’s face. Very quickly.

“Um, err- merry Christmas!” he cried in a gruff voice, throwing his arms out.

And then very hurriedly tucking them behind his back as he remembered what he was holding.

“It’s not Christmas yet,” you pointed out.

“Well, um,” he glanced at his watch. It was still Christmas eve for a few hours yet, “I wanted to get to you early! You’re right at the top of the nice list… Hold on! What’s that!”

Following his gaze, you quickly chucked your own pair of shears behind a tree.

“What are you talking about?” you smiled sweetly.

“Were you going to sabotage my Christmas lights?” he cried, cocking his hips to the side and placing a hand on them, still clutching his shears.

An eyebrow raised indignantly. You just laughed.

“Clearly you thought of that first.”

“Yes, that’s right, I did!” he exclaimed, pointing the shears towards you and tilting his head as he berated you, “so don’t you go stealing my idea- why are you laughing?!“

Trying desperately to calm down, you put a hand over your mouth to little effect.

“Why don’t we just go inside?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry?”

“Come inside,” you repeated, “it’s Christmas eve, and I could do with someone as festive as you.”

“Is all this not festive enough for you, Miss Christmas?” he challenged, gesturing towards the glow emanating from the front of your house.

“Miss Christmas? You’re literally dressed as Father Christmas,” you appraised.

“Good point,” he shrugged.

Smirking, you opened the door and waited for him to follow you inside.

“So you… you knew I was trying to one-up you?” he asked as you got two mugs out.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed.

“I’ve never known anyone who can decorate like you,” he sighed, “what’s your secret?”

“Like I would tell you that,” you chuckled.

“So cruel,” he lamented, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, “what can I ever do to make you tell me?”

“Go out with me,” you laughed.

Nearly choking on air, Jin stared at your back as you continued making drinks as if you had said nothing.

“What?” he gaped.

“I said, go out with me,” you explained, finally turning around, “on a date. I like you.”

Blinking rapidly, he swallowed against the fluttering in his chest.

“Can’t say no to that,” he stuttered, “can’t have you teaming up with anyone else, now, can I?”

“I’m not normally so competitive,” you laughed, the bells tinkling once again.

“So why-“ Jin frowned, but he cut himself off, eyes widening, “wait- was this- have you been… flirting with me?”

“No,” you replied, “I’ve been winning.”

“Yah! I definitely won! What are you talking about?!”

Step 7: maybe accept love as a consolation prize

Thanks for reading! Please reblog x

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Playing Games

Summary: The reader uses her best seduction techniques on her man.

Pairing: black!reader x Florian Munteanu

Warnings: Smut and creepy dudes

A/N: Based on this video of Florian admiring some food.

It was all fun and games until you had to pay up. For his next big fight, Flo had sworn off sex and sweets. At first you thought you could manage and be the supportive girlfriend, but your libido and taste buds were saying, “Hell no!”

Florian said you didn’t have to give up sweets with him, but he wouldn’t budge on the no sex. He wanted to pent up all his energy for his opponent who kept talking shit.

Unfortunately, you only lasted a couple of weeks before the sex ban was getting to you and making you petty. First, Flo thought it was cute how you would flaunt and brag about the delicious goodies you were eating. It wasn’t the first time he gave them up and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but now you were starting to get disrespectful.

It all started when you saw his instastory of him at his favorite bakery, admiring all of the baked goods he couldn’t have, when an evil idea popped into your head.

Florian was frustrated. He hasn’t had any sweets, alcohol, hookah, and most importantly sex in weeks. Also, his opponent up’d his trash talking by talking about how Florian couldn’t handle all the ass you had, and he probably wasn’t dicking you down properly. Never had he ever wanted to beat the living shit out of someone before.

Right now, he needed a reprieve. All he wanted to do was shower, eat dinner, cuddle up with his girl and watch a movie. But once he stepped into the kitchen, he knew he wasn’t laying one finger on you.

When he entered the kitchen, he was greeted to the lovely but torturing sight of you eating a cake from his favorite bakery, dancing in your lacy black and red lingerie set.

Tucking his hands inside the pockets of his gym shorts to keep from reaching out to you, he tried his best to keep his face expressionless as you started to moan at the decadence of the dessert, knowing he was watching you intently.

“Like what you see Mr. Munteanu?” You teased before licking excess icing from your lip.

“Not particularly.” Flo smirked, pushing off the doorway, leaving you in the kitchen pouting.

You followed him up the stairs, admiring his broad back and reminiscing the good times when you used to claw at it.

He turned back at you, raised an eyebrow at you following him and then proceeded to your room. Flo dropped his gym bag with a loud thump and immediately began stripping.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, cris crossed applesauce, you enjoyed the show.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N and it’s not gonna work.”

“Whatever do you mean?” You played coy, your voice going a tinge higher, eyelashes fluttering.

Florian leaned on the bed towards you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, no longer able to resist you. “I’m frustrated too, baby. But you can’t try to seduce me into sex. Now put on some clothes.”

Jumping from the bed, you stood in front of the giant, trying your best to intimidate him. Florian was the first man to make you feel small, which was hard to do. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t?”

Clenching his fists, Florian did his best not to wrap his hand around your throat because he knew that’s what you wanted. So instead, he glared at you like one of his opponents in the ring and brought his face dangerously close to your face. “Keep on, princess and you won’t walk for a week once this match is over.”

Your dumbass should’ve listened, but you didn’t. Knowing you had to no immediate consequences made you act a fool. Your loungewear got skimper and skimper with each day closer to the fight.

Flo almost got your ass after a night out with your girls, that time wasn’t your fault, but you knew he wanted to out that sexual frustration to use.

Arielle wanted to go out because she just broke up with her trifling ass ex, everyone else was stressed from work, and you were just sexually frustrated. So, naturally alcohol and some ass shaking were in need.

You and the girls were twerking and shouting a bunch of ‘ayyy’, ‘yasss’ and ‘get it, bitch’ when you heard, “Damn I bet Florian don’t know what to with that fatty.”

Whipping your head around you saw that it was Bryan ‘Steelo’ Henderson, the other boxer Flo was fighting, creepily leering at your ass. “Boy, go on somewhere and don’t worry about me and my man. Worry about your upcoming loss,” you eyed him up and down before flipping your hair and dismissing him.

“Nah, your man thinks he’s hot shit cuz he was in one movie, but he ain’t laying a hand on me. I’m knocking him out and then I’ll give you some of this daddy dick and show you how a real man fucks.” Steelo gripped your arm to turn you to him and on instinct you threw your drink in his face.

“Nigga, who the fuck you think you talking to like that?” You were heated and was ready to fuck this Godzilla looking motherfucker, but you weren’t trying to catch a case, so you stuck to cussing his ass out.

The constant buzzing of his phone pulled Florian out of his conversation with Masias. He thought it was Y/N’s friends alerting him that she was drunk, acting a fool and that he needed to come get her.

Instead people were ating him in a live Instagram video of you pointing your fingers in Steelo’s face, arguing with him.

Him his crew hurriedly paid for their unfinished dinner and rushed off to the nearby club. During the whole ride couldn’t stop watching the live and its comments.

Damn, it looks like she about to swing on this nigga.

Florian now you really got to beat his ass now.

Shittttt, I don’t blame my man Steelo shooting his shot. Do you see that wagon????

Oh, I’m buying the fight now. Shit’s about to be WWIII!

“You good, bro” Masias asked from the front, noticing Florian’s leg bounce up and down.

“Yeah. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once I see him. I’m kinda hoping Y/N gets to him first.” Flo admitted, without looking up from his phone.

A small smile formed on his lips as he watched you argue with Steelo. He knew you weren’t too far away from hitting him. You were a recreational boxer with a short temper and quick hands. If Steelo wasn’t careful he would be catching a quick fade.

When the car pulled up to the curb, Flo jumped out of the car before it could completely stop. Entering the club, he saw everyone circle around Y/N and Steelo filming the entire encounter.

The club got quiet after a girl yelled, “Hey, Big Nasty is here! Shit is about to pop off!”

After hearing the girl, you smiled at your man pushing his way through the crowd. Him in his SAMCRO hoodie and gold chain made you forget about Steelo and ready to jump his bones.

Once you were within arm’s reach, he gently shoved you behind and stood toe to toe with Steelo. “That’s the last time you put hands on my girlfriend, do you understand?”

Steelo rolled his shoulders as if he was preparing for a fight and pointed a finger at you. “You need to teach your bitch some manners and if you can’t I’ll volunteer to do so.”

Simultaneously, both of you crooked your heads to the side, trying to figure out if this fucker really said what you thought he said. Florian was quicker on the uptake, but you were right behind him and were able to grab his wrist before his fist went flying towards Steelo’s face.

With the strength of an Amazonian goddess, you pulled Flo away and out of the club. Meanwhile, Steelo kept running his mouth, “Yeah run off like a little bitch! I’ll have your ass knocked out in the first round.”

On the ride back home, Florian said nothing, but he held your hand in his, silently letting you know he wasn’t mad at you.

As soon as you were through the threshold of your home, Flo was on you. He ripped your dress down the middle and didn’t look the least bit sorry.

All he kept murmuring was he needed a little taste as he stripped you down, but his trainer had called to check on him fucking ruining your chance at some type of sex with Flo.

From that night on Flo slept in the guest room to resist temptation and your seduction. He wouldn’t even budge when he heard you loudly moan while touching yourself. All Florian knew was that as soon as the fight was over, he was gonna have his way with you.

Florian’s ban worked it’s magic because Steelo was ko’d within the first minute. That’s what that motherfucker gets for talking all that shit.

Karma was a bitch and just like Steelo, you knew you had to pay up. With the adrenaline from the fight pumping and all his pent-up sexual frustration, Flo was keeping his answer short in the post fight interview. Usually, he was friendly during those, but you could tell he was itching to get to you.

Looking down at your pussy, you patted her and gave her a pep talk. “Okay, girl we’re in it for the long haul. This is what we trained for. Get ready because Daddy isn’t gonna take it easy on us for the next couple of days. Thank God I took a vacation from work!”

“Bitch, I know you not talking to your coochie,” Arielle interrupted you.

“Hell yeah, I am! I’m debating should I be praying that I’ll still have my walls after tonight. Florian is about to wreck my shit! Oh, imma die,” you panicked. Teasing Florian was fun until you remembered it would catch up to you eventually.

Arielle laughed at you and gently pushed your shoulder. “I told you stop playing with that man like that. Now I gotta speak at your funeral and say, ‘Here lies my best friend because the dick was too bomb.’”

You glared at Arielle about to cuss her out when you saw him. Everyone was moving out of his way and exiting the room, because they could sense some shit was about to go down.

Noticing your eyes change from annoyance to fear and anticipation, Arielle turned around to see Florian making his way to you. She turned back at you and smiled before she followed everyone else out. “Good fight, Flo. See ya’ll later or never,” she mumbled the last part.

“Thanks,” he grunted, watching Arielle walk out.

Running to meet your man halfway you jumped into his arms. Even though you knew he was about to ruin you, you still had to congratulate your man. “Baby, I’m so proud of you! All your hard work paid off.” You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck and kissed alongside it.

Flo said nothing, he just backed you into the wall and bunched up your dress around your waist. Steadying one hand around your waist, the other went to your dripping core. “No panties, tonight?” Flo ticked his head to the side. “Huh, I guess you knew Daddy needed easy access tonight.”

Pulling his shorts down, his dick sprang free, bobbing up and down against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, its been so long since you saw it and you wanted it in your mouth. Clutching to your boyfriend, you begged him, “Please let me suck it, Daddy.”

Florian moaned at the sound of you begging and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill your needs, but he was under a time constraint. “Not now, baby. When we have more time you can, but right now I’m about to pound my pussy and it has to be quick. That okay with you?”

Shaking your head yes, Florian kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he savagely thrusted into you. Both of you broke the kiss once he started getting into his rhythm. “Fuck, I miss this pussy. Daddy’s so sorry for neglecting you.”

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded, already wanting to cum, not even ten strokes in.

“Not yet,” Flo gripped your chin to get you to look at him. “I hope you got all your rest earlier, because I’m fucking this pussy all night long and getting you pregnant tonight.”

Florian was digging in your pussy so well; you didn’t care about the wall scratching up your back. And to get back at him for making you feel so good, you tighten your walls around his dick.

“You naughty little girl,” Flo grunted, wrapping his hand around your throat. He started thrusting into wildly until he stilled, shooting his load into you. Before you could cum, he pulled himself out, fixed your dress, and tucked himself into his shorts.

Standing there shell-shocked, you were surprised Flo didn’t take care of you. He chuckled at your expression and pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “What? You thought I let you get off easy? Baby, you should’ve known not to play such dangerous games. Now make sure, you don’t let go a drop of my cum while I take my shower. Then, I’ll fulfill my obligation for my appearance at the club and then I’ll fill my baby for the rest of the night.”

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead before heading to the shower, leaving you there contemplating if all your little games worth it. You smiled to yourself and thought, Hell yeah, I’m about to get the best dick of my life. Game on, Mr. Munteanu.

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notbadweird · 3 years

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💙So here is the second chapter of my request book, this request was so much fun to write to the point where I will be making it a whole book of its own on Wattpad. Once it’s started I will post the link here!💖

Chapter 2: Portwell’s Adventures In Parenting

Word Count: 3894

Today is their three year anniversary. They decided to get married on the same day they had their first kiss as a couple. July 30th, what a glorious day. A day both of them still remember quite vividly. They were sitting on their couch looking at their old high school and college memories laughing together.

Gina: Oh Eej, remember when that was taken?

Ej: Of course I do. That was my last opening night as a senior...that was also the night I got the girl of my dreams ten years ago today.

Gina: I will never regret chasing after you, I knew exactly what I wanted and that was your sexy ass *she kisses him*.

Ej: Nah the only sexy person in this room is you *he pins her down on the couch and kisses her*.

Ej pulled away and looked Gina in her eyes and those eyes had lust written all over them and he knew exactly what she wanted. He was gonna give her an anniversary to remember...

Three Weeks Later

For the second time this week Gina has been woken up by the sudden urge to throw up. The first time it was a little but the second time it was a lot which resulted with her and Ej being on the bathroom floor for a solid thirty minutes with Gina's head in the toilet.

Gina: God Eej I don't know what's happening. I've never had sickness like this before. What the hell is happening *she dry heaves*.

Ej: Babe...serious question.

Gina: *mid dry heave* what?

Ej: Are you late?

Gina stopped dry heaving once that question was asked. Then her eyes grew wide once the realization hit but there was one thing they needed for a confirmation.

Gina: Eej bring me my phone.

Ej tied her hair in a ponytail before he let it fall back down. He then gets up to go and get her phone. Her password was 354743 (EJGP4E).

Gina: Open the pink Flo app and tell me what it says *her voice was quivering*.

Ej: 23 days...

Gina: How long ago was our anniversary?

Ej: 21 days ago. Your period was already two days late and then with sex on top of it...

Gina: Go to CVS and buy me a pregnancy test now!

Ej rushes off to the car to go and buy the pregnancy test. Along with that he also bought a bunch of Gina's favorite snacks that she could binge eat if needed. Ej comes back to the house and he gives her the test.

Ej: Hey G, no matter what happens we are in this together *he hugs her tightly*.

They pull away and Gina shuts the bathroom door and pees on the test. After she was done she opened the door and she and Ej sat on the bed while they waited for the test which stayed in the bathroom. After five minutes they went to go get it. She placed it upside down so they could do the reveal together.

Ej: You ready...3

Gina: 2

Both Of Them: 1

They flipped it over and there it was clear as day...

They just stood their shocked and even though they were both scared about what was gonna happen next, they looked up at each other and those shocked faces turned into huge smiles. Ej leaned in and kissed her and put his hands on her stomach. He then lowered himself down to her tummy to talk to the baby.

Ej: Hey there little dude or dudette, this is your father. I'm so excited to meet y'all *he kisses her tummy*.

Gina: Well time for me to make a doctors appointment. It's too early now so we have to wait another three weeks before we see anything.

Ej: Good thing we both have good jobs and we save our money wisely. I can't believe it, I'm getting a son or daughter *he tears up*. I'm going to be a dad!

Gina: I know Eej, just imagine a little you running around all over the place *she laughs*.

Ej: Or the cutest curly head cue shaking her amazing hair back and forth just like her momma *he caresses her face*. I'm so excited!

Gina: Me too *they kiss*.

Three Weeks Later

Dr. Chen: Hello hello you two. How is your day going?

Gina: It's going good, just excited to see my baby.

Ej: Show us our bundle of joy*he grabs Gina's hand*.

Dr. Chen runs the ultrasound gel on Gina's tummy and puts the wand to the gel. He rubbed around until he found it.

Dr. Chen: Congratulations, there are your babies!

Ej and Gina's eyes grew wide after they heard babies...with ies at the end...

Ej: Babies...meaning more than one *he felt Gina's grip tighten on his hand*.

Dr. Chen: Yes, you two are expecting twins *he claps excitedly*.

Gina's mouth dropped open after hearing the confirmation and tears fell from her eyes. Last time she checked twins didn't run in either of their families so she was so shocked to hear this. She looked at Ej but still smiled happily through the tears.

Gina: We're getting two Eej *she sniffs*.

Ej: We are *he smiles big*!

Dr. Chen wiped off the gel off Gina's stomach and sent them on their way. The two of them realized that their expenses just doubled and that sent them into a panic a bit.

Gina: So now that we know it's official, when do we tell our parents and friends about this?

Ej: Well let's tell our parents first, how do you want to do it? I've seen a lot of cute things online that we could do. I remember seeing this one post where the family had a game night where everyone was asking questions and then the mom to be said "When is baby - due" and everyone soon realized what she meant and immediately hugged her.

Gina: Eej that is a great idea, I love that. And it gives us an excuse to have game night and actually have fun. Since this is a gathering, why not invite our friends?

Ej: True point, that way we don't have to host another one *they laugh*.

Ej texted the group chat that he, Gina, and his parents were in while Gina texted the theatre group chat.

Ej: Ok my parents said they are down, they have nothing planned.

Gina: One thing I love about our group is how fast everyone responds. They are all down for it as well. One month from today?

Ej: Sound perfect.

One Month Later

Ej: Ok everyone we're gonna switch up the gears a bit for this next game. This is gonna be a trivia game but instead of board game questions, it's gonna be questions about yourselves. Sound fun?

Carlos: Heck yeah, time to see who knows what and who doesn't *he playfully glares at everyone*. I'll go first. When is my birthday?

Sebbie: June 11th. What is my favorite thing to do?

Kourtney: Work on your farm. Where should y'all be getting your clothes from?

Gina: Kourtney's Fashions. When are the Baby Caswell's due?

Carlos thought he knew what she was gonna ask so he was standing up about to blurt out an answer but was frozen solid instead. Moments later screams could be heard from miles around. Ashlyn rushed over and immediately hugged Gina which then turned into a dog pile but everyone was careful to avoid her stomach.

Sebbie: I love babies *he's crying*.

Nini: Wait a second, did you say babies? Meaning MORE THAN ONE!?

Gina: Yes!

Everyone screamed even louder and then they eventually got off of Gina once they all calmed down. Then came the parents.

Terri: Oh my goodness, my little girl is really holding my twin grand babies. Oh I'm so happy for you *she hugs her*. I am here to help you two with everything, please let me.

Gina: On course. Why do you think we gathered y'all here today. We want y'all in these babies lives.

Cash: So happy for you son, I'll be here every step of the way, I know you're gonna make those babies proud that you're their dad. I know I'm proud.

Ej: Thanks dad, that means a lot *they hug*.

Terri: So how far along are you?

Gina: I am ten weeks in so far.

Ashlyn: Oh man I'm ten weeks late, let us plan everything.

Gina: Of course. Which happens first, the baby shower or the gender reveal?

Big Red: I think gender reveal, that way we can buy the appropriate clothes for the babies. Then we can give them to you at the shower.

Gina: Perfect, thanks Big Red.

Two Months Later. Gender Reveal Party. 23 Weeks In

Gina: Oh wow! Everyone decorated this party so beautiful. We have some really creative friends.

Ej: Always have *he looks at Gina's tummy*. Hey you two, can't wait to find out what you are *he tickles her*.

Gina: Eej, quit it *she snorts then covers her nose*.

Ej: *looks around* no one heard that *they laugh as they remember that's exactly what he said the first time it happened during class*.

Ej grabs Gina's hand as they make their way over to the fog boxes that were gonna reveal everything they wanted to know.

Ej: Ok everyone, count down baby number 1!

They start counting down. As soon as they hit one, Ej lit the first box. After a couple of seconds, the fog turned BLUE and the crowd went wild. Ej hugged and spun Gina around, carefully of course. Once he sat her down he gave her the lighter for the second box. She lit it up and after a couple of second, the fog turned PINK and neither of them could contain themselves. Crowd went crazy once they realized they were getting the best of both worlds. What a day to remember.

One Month Later. Baby Shower. 27 Weeks In

Everyone gathered at Ej and Gina's place for the shower. They didn't want to rent out any venue when their home was just the right spot for it. The boys bought the stuff for the boy and the girls bought things for the girl. It was everything Gina had wanted it to be. Cash and Terri had set up the nursery for the twins and it was already finished. They had diapers, wipes, and clothes for days. They had the best group of friends they could ever ask for.

Ashlyn: So do y'all know what you're gonna name the babies?

Ej: Yes we do, not gonna tell y'all yet. That can wait *he teased*.

Ashlyn: Ughhh worst cousin everrrrr *she jokes making everyone laugh*.

Terri: Don't feel bad, I can't get it out either and I'm her mother.

Gina: Sorry mommy *she smiles big with her eyes closed*.

Three Months Later. 38 Weeks In

It was the middle of the night and Gina sprung up from her sleep. She uncovered herself and she saw a puddle of water coming out of her fast. She immediately shook Ej up.

Gina: Eej, Eej wake up. My water broke!

Ej's eyes sprung open and immediately looked down at Gina. He put on his shoes, helped Gina put on hers and helped her to the car. Gina was breathing really hard, she felt the contractions already. Luckily it was late at night meaning there was no traffic on the road. They pulled up to the hospital and nurses immediately went to Gina's aid and rushed her into a room. She was laid on her back and was sweating a lot. She felt like these babies were gonna come at any second.

Gina: Eej, did you let our parents know what's happening?

Ej: Yeah they are already on the way. You got this babe *he holds her hand*.

Gina felt a contraction and squeezed tf out of Ej's hand, as painful as it was he didn't pull away. After a few seconds it had passed, then a few minutes later the doctor was in.

Dr. Jaimee: Alright Gina alright, you can do this. You still have a couple of mi- oh wait no nevermind! These babies are ready to come out right now. In a few seconds I need you to push for me!

Gina was breathing so hard, she was scared and flustered but also so excited to be meeting her babies soon.

Dr. Jaimee: Ok Gina, three, two, one, PUSH NOW!

Gina: UUGGHHHHHHH *she pushed me then stopped*.

Dr. Jaimee: Ok that was good, I see one babies head a bit. Push again, three, two, one, PUSH!

Gina: UGGHH THIS HURTS! *she pushed more of the head out*.

Once the head was out Dr. Jaimee was able to push on a certain spot on her body which then caused the rest of the baby to come sliding right on out.

Dr. Jaimee: It's the boy! Oh he's so handsome *she passes to a nurse*. Ok I need you to push a few more times. Three, two, one, PUSH!

Gina: EJ WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEE! *she pushed and the second head slowly started to show*.

Dr. Jaimee: You're doing great momma, just a few more times. You can do this. Three, two, one, PUSH!

Gina screamed out and pushed one last time and out came her baby girl, crying just as loud as her brother. Gina was crying after seeing her two babies lying on the table being cleaned up and so was Ej.

Ej: You did so good Gina, I'm so proud of you *he's crying hard*. They're beautiful just like you. You did it momma. I love you so much!

Gina: I love you too Eej, thank you *she holds his hand normally*.

After the babies got done being cleaned and wrapped up, the boy was handed to Gina and the girl was handed to Ej.

Dr. Jaimee: What are their names?

Ej: Sofia Christine Caswell.

Gina: And Matt James Caswell.

Dr. Jaimee: Those are beautiful names. They were born on April 22nd. Matt was born at 3:36am, weighing 6lbs 12 ounces, and is 13 inches long. Sofia was born at 3:40am, weighing 5lbs 7 ounces, and is 11 inches long. Congratulations on your bundles of joy. We will leave you alone, should we look out for any visitors?

Ej: Yes, Cash Caswell and Terri Porter.

Dr. Jaimee: Alright got it.

Dr. Jaimee closed the door and then it left the new family of four.

Ej: Hi Sofia, my little girl. I'm going to spoil you rotten. You too Matt, I haven't forgotten about you *he laughs*.

Sofia started to whimper a bit and then starting. Gina knew exactly what to do.

Gina: She's hungry, I've already started feeding Matt *she shows Ej his son eating at her breast*.

Ej hands Sofia to Gina as he helped Sofia latch on properly to Gina's breast.

Gina: Oh my goodness this feels weird, but it's a really good weird and I love it more than anything else in the world.

Ej: And I love you more than anything else in the world...all three of you *he kisses Matt and Sofia's tiny little heads".

They heard a knock at the door and there were their parents greeting them with the biggest smiles on their faces. They waited for the babies to get done eating before they were finally able to hold them.

Terri: Oh my goodness my babies are so cute, I'll love you two forever and ever *she starts crying*.

Cash: They are amazing little babies, they get it from their parents. I sense great things from both of them. Wow, I have a granddaughter. She's the first girl on my side of the family not including my mother of course which is why this is a huge deal to me.

Ej: I get it dad.

Everyone took turns holding the babies, they took pictures to sent to the group chat and they went ballistic over it. They couldn't believe that they were here, happy, and healthy.

One Week Later

Ej and Gina were finally able to go home. After a week of monitoring the twins, they were safe to go home. Ej carried Matt and Gina carried Sofia. They walked out the hospital hand in hand and to their car. All of their friends have not met the babies yet so they were all waiting at their place to meet them. Ej fastened up Matt and Gina did the same with. Sofia and then they drove off.

Ej: Can you believe it? We're parents Gina!

Gina: I know, this whole thing is so surreal but it's the best feeling in the world. I have two new loves of my life and I couldn't be more thankful.

Ej: You're gonna want anymore *he smirks*?

Gina: Haaaaa you're funny...no. These two are going to be more than enough and I mean we already got the best package deal, why go for more when we have the best.

Ej: So no more sexxxx *he whines*?

Gina: Your pull out game has been strong for years, I don't know where you're getting this idea from *they laugh*.

They pull up to their driveway and they already see some of their friends standing outside shaking with anticipation. They got out the car and took out the babies. Carlos was the first to grab Sofia's car seat and tears immediately fell from his eyes. Kourtney had gotten Matt's and it took everything in her to not scream cause he was too cute. They brought the babies inside and everyone sat in a circle so they could all get a glimpse of the babies and then eventually hold them.

Nini: What was going into labor like?

Gina: It was an interesting experience, woke up around 2am with my water breaking and the rest is self explanatory. I was in labor for a solid hour before it was finally time to push. Matt came out first and Sofia followed four minutes later.

Sebbie was now holding Matt and he couldn't contain his tears, after all he did love babies.

Sebbie: Matt looks just like you Ej and Sofia is the slitting imagine of Gina. Did y'all notice that Matt's hair is straight while Sofia's is curly? They took after their parents in all ways.

Ricky: Good eye Sebbie *as he gets to hold Sofia*. Hi Sofia, it's your uncle Ricky, we're gonna get until all sorts of trouble when you're with me.

Nini: Not on my watch y'all won't *everyone laughs*.

Big Red gets Matt and he started to get a little fussy which causes Big Red to panic.

Big Red: Oh my god did I do something wrong *his voice quivered a bit*?

Ej: No no it's okay man, he's probably just tired or *he smells poop* poopy...

Ashlyn: I got him Eej, let auntie Ashlyn take care of my little man. His first diaper change *she smiles*.

Gina: Thanks Ash, I appreciate that.

Ashlyn: Anything for my favorite people.

Nini gasped which caught the attention of everyone there.

Nini: Guys...Sofia opened her eyes...look *she whispered excitedly*.

Everyone turned to look down at Sofia and there those eyes were. The prettiest hazel eyes looking back at all of them. Gina was in tears as she reached for her baby. Sofia looked up at her and gave Gina a little smile with threw her over the edge to the point where Ej had to wipe her tears constantly so they didn't fall on Sofia. This was about to be a journey.

One Month Later

Ej was woken up in the middle of the night by Sofia crying. As he got up he saw that Gina didn't budge a bit which tells him how tired she really is. She has been the best mom ever to his kids and she deserved the rest. He got up and went to the nursery and there was Sofia, crying while Matt was still sound asleep. He picked her up and quickly took her out the room before Matt woke up too.

Ej: Hey Sof, what's wrong my baby girl? Are you hungry? Let me go and fix you something.

He walked over to the fridge and got out a bottle of Gina's breastmilk to feed Sofia with. Lucky for the two of them, Gina's supply of milk was really heavy so they never ran out of breastmilk. He warmed up the bottle, made sure it wasn't too hot by putting a drop on his wrist, and then put it in her mouth. She immediately took it and calmed down.

Ej: There ya go my girl, all better now?

She just looked up at him with her big hazel eyes which only caused Ej to smile uncontrollably.

Ej's POV

Wow, this little girl really is mine. It feels just like yesterday I was bringing her back from the hospital, can't believe it's already been a month. God she's just as beautiful as her mother, I already see her curl pattern coming in nicely. She's the curly head cue I talked up a few month prior and it's better in person. I'm going to protect you and your brother forever Sofia, I promise you that.

After a couple of minutes of feeding her she had fallen back asleep. Ej gently patted her back to se if a burp could escape without waking her up fully and one did. With that happening he was able to bring her back to the nursery and put her back in her crib. Just as he was about to walk out he saw Matt with his eyes wide open.

Ej: What are you doing up buddy *he laughs, then picks him up, and walks out the room before he started crying*

Ej: This is about to be a long night but you two make it all worth it *he caressed Matt's cheeks which caused him to smile*.

Ej was so caught up in the moment he didn't even notice Gina walk in with Sofia.

Gina: Eej what are you doing up *as she rocks Sofia back to sleep*?

Ej: Oh well at first Sofia had woken up and I thought she was okay because I fed her and then laid her back down. Guess not.

Gina: I heard her stirring up a bit so I got her. I could've left her but she's my baby so I couldn't help it *she smiles*.

Ej: Yeah I get that. I got him cause I noticed he was just up and chilling, how could I not grab him?

Gina: We really need to start a schedule when it comes to these two.

Ej: And don't worry we will, surely it can't be too hard right?

Gina playfully glares at him because they both know the answer to that. They don't know how this is gonna go but they know as long as they have each other, they can do it.

#portwell #ej #ej caswell #matt cornett #portwell nation

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sleepdeprivedheretic · 3 years

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Those Shoes (Ch.1)

Notes: The title is referenced to a song by The Eagles, it’s a classic song about exotic dancers, as well as a popular song to play in the clubs. Rita, or @youtubequeens and I brainstormed this piece, and I was so excited to finally write it :3

Warnings: Language, Exotic Dancers and their life, talk about sex, Trigger Warnings!!!: Mentions of and non-consensual acts such as groping and touching, and other horrors.

Notice: Dancers should be treated with respect, and this is not a fic to downgrade them, nor to spread false truths. It sheds light on what can and does happen in real life, and how that it can be a dangerous job. The warnings are here for a reason. Thank You.

“Honey, I neeeeed your help!” Your mother whined through the phone. You sighed loudly as you sat on the bed. You’ve just finished with a hefty amount of homework, two tests, and you had another coming up, soon. Not only were your friends squealing that they need to celebrate your upcoming graduation, but your mother had called you, needing something. Again.

“Before you hang up!” She started as your thumb hovered over the red button. “I know that you’ll be graduating college, soon, and you’re needing a job, asap, sooooo, I was wondering if I could hire you, soon?” She baited, and you felt a chill of dread down your spine.

“No way in hell.”

“Oh, Come on! You know that you’ll need a job! I can’t find decent hire, anywhere. How about I hire you until you find a better job? Please? These outfits need to be patched up, and I need makeup expertise! Other than my own!” She added.

You felt your stubborn nature wilt as common sense pile drove in. Your mother was a crafty, sneaky, snake, and she knew that you were needing money to make end’s meet, especially when you were about to move to a better apartment. There were good businesses waiting to hire, and some even were willing to sponsor you, but of course it could take months until you could officially land a good job.

Unfortunately, your mother knew this.

“Above minimum wage, and I get to wear what I want.”

“Deal.” She didn’t even hesitate.

“Fine. I’ve got tests…and the girls are throwing me a surprise party, of all things at the end of the month, so I’ll see you when I see you.” You breathed out, and your mom giggled.

“Oh, a surprise party? Maybe I could send-”

“Mom, no.” You blurted out, and she laughed.

“Oh, my baby girl!” She cooed. “You don’t need physical experience to enjoy-”

You clicked the red dial, ending the call as you sighed with defeat. How did your life turn out like this? More than likely, she’ll gather your small group of friends and convince them to try to get you to loosen up. It was not only your graduation day, but also your birthday, coming up.

Your mind froze with fear at the memories of past birthdays. After you’ve turned eighteen, she tried multiple times to send out one of the male dancers, scantily dressed in an ice cream sundae uniform, holding a card that basically said “to pop your cherry”.

Yeah, you didn’t really had any contact with her, really.

…………………

“Surprise! Happy Graduation and Birthday, Girl!” Your friends screamed with joy as you entered your apartment. Finally. After years of hard work and several job offers that will get back to you within a month, you were a certified beautician with a knack to patch and design clothes. Sure, it wasn’t your first idea of a job, but it grew on you. Dying hair, painting nails, mastering different techniques of applying makeup, and seeing the sparkly eyes of your patients as they admired your hard work, had won you over.

Of course, your mother had a major influence over you. Although you weren’t into dancing, you were happy to practice makeup and help patch up certain outfits. As you grew older, you went with what you knew, and soon, your school had paid for your college due to your good grades, and you made your way up, ever since.

“Oh hey, girls! Where’s the cake?” You wondered, and they wasted no time with mischievous giggles. You stilled.

“What-”

“Don’t worry, Babe! It’ll be here, soon. Try this cucumber Sake!” Rumi grinned as she held out the small cup. The white-haired woman had been your friend since late high school, the only one knowing about your mother’s business back then. She and your other friend, Keigo, had now opened up a pet store. Said man who had bird-like perception wasn’t here, right now, but your more…flirtatious friend, Nemuri, was here with her girlfriend and your attention-seeking friend, Yu. Both girls had worked for your mother, and although you were close, you were weary of their similar antics.

“You’re hiding something.” Your eyebrows furrowed. Nemuri smiled coyly as she slung an arm around a giggling Yu.

“It wouldn’t be called a surprise if we weren’t.”

“True.”

The four of you had cut up and were laid back, enjoying small talk and stories that you all missed out on. Nemuri and Yu were doing great with the future wedding funds, Rumi had admitted that Keigo was trying his best to win over some goth from Hot Topic, and you, well, you were still doing the things that you loved to do, despite a busy schedule. Rumi smiled, knowing fully well that your more secretive hobbies had leaned towards being more humanitarian, despite your busy schedule.

You wanted to do things that you wanted to do, not gain attention from them, yet your close group of friends had known of your little skits: Feeding not only stray cats, but taking time to volunteer to help with the homeless and the orphanage. The conversation had quickly turned to about working at the strip club, and you were relieved that the subject had changed.

“Ugh. I hate it when they get up. They’re suppose to sit, and be obedient.” Nemuri huffed.

“Isn’t that against the regulations?” You wondered, and Yu nodded.

“Yeah. I heard that one girl in the private room was far into her dancing, she didn’t notice the guy standing up. Luckily there’s cameras, and so when the staff noticed that he pulled his dick out, they broke into the room and threw him out. Hah, he didn’t get his cash back or anything.” She finished, and you couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

You weren’t raised in the club, but your mother had told you plenty of stories, and dropped off the outfits or brought home a “dummy” to practice makeup on while she told you to never let your guard down. It wasn’t until you were nineteen when you fully knew what she had meant as you were working as a hostess at her building.

Although you were dressed in bartender clothes, it didn’t stop anybody from trying to make a grab at you. You were lucky that your mother had hired good bouncers, and she herself was like a tiger who prowled upon those who didn’t belong there.

“That’s awful.” You admitted, and Nemuri nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. It’s especially gross when you’re giving them a lap dance, and you feel something gross and sticky on the back of your thigh.”

“Or when they kept saying that ‘you’re too pretty to work here’. I know I’m pretty, and I want the attention and attraction to work here. Just because I dance, doesn’t mean that I’m easy. I’m in a committed relationship for six years, thank you.” Yu bantered back while Rumi and you listened quietly.

“You girls go through a lot. Damn. Poor birthday girl had to wear a miniskirt while handing out food and drinks.” Rumi piped up, offering to say what she knew about the subject. Nemuri sighed.

“I remember that when Yu and I first started. Her mom’s not too picky when it comes to help, especially when it’s low pay and her own kid. Like a lamb in a den full of lions, I tell you. Luckily our ladies and gents knew how to swoop in to the rescue.” She finished, and you felt yourself blushing.

Everyone jumped as the doorbell rang, and you watched the Grinch-like grins spread on Nemuri and Yu’s faces, as Rumi let out one that was almost feral.

“Cake’s here.” They said, and you couldn’t help but feel a case of dread as Nemuri didn’t hesitate to waltz over there, and sling the door open, and you couldn’t help but to swallow thickly.

“You did not.” It was a whisper that died on your throat.

Of course you should have known. Of all things-

He stood in the middle of the door, holding a prettily frosted cake, but it wasn’t the cake that caught your attention.

Tall, blond, muscles, was sporting thin square glasses that were about to fall off of his nose, a sleeveless white vest with a loosened tie and one button undone. His pants were no better, the zipper and buttons were undone as it snagged nicely on his hips, leaving a blond treasure trail for the world to see, and of course, sleek black and orange high heels that looked as if they cost more than your rent.

“I’m here to teach our Birthday Girl a lil’ lesson.” Came out the smooth purr as he twirled a red sucker in his mouth, and damn it did that not help you. You hated to admit it, but he was the handsomest ones that you’ve ever seen, and of course you knew who sent him. Pretty amber irises stared at you, drinking you thoroughly as if he was silently contemplating something.

“Name’s Fatigue, Sugar.” He grinned, lolling the sucker within his mouth as Nemuri took the cake from his hands and set it down on your living room table.

“Don’t work our girl too hard, Tai. Poor thing gets a little flustered, easily.” She giggled, pinching your cheek rather playfully. You gave her a small glare despite that your ears were burning, now. Tai, or “Fatigue”, let a slow, lazy smile stretch his face as he looked down at you with a cocky look mixed with hunger.

“Jus’ sit back an’ relax, ‘nd enjoy the show. You deserve it for workin’ so hard.” He cooed with what seemed to be affection, and you swallowed thickly and nodded. Sure, you could do this. Giving an affirmative, he didn’t give you much time before he took out his phone and pressed some button, instantly music had started playing as he started.

He was like a magnet, snapping your attention to him in awe as he spread his legs wide, letting himself sink low to the floor, heels perfectly grounded into your carpet as his glasses stayed neatly perched on the crook of his nose. He grinned at your amazed stare, as if eating it up. Of course he had a bag full of tricks, and you couldn’t believe that you were finding yourself eager to know each one.

He didn’t fail to deliver, hopping back up with a dive of his hips, sliding a hand down to the side of his pants, palming his thigh as he bent low, ass in the air. Each movement was in sync with the beats, and was absolutely filthy as he used his body to curve and twist into movements that oddly made you feel hot and your throat dry. Who was he? Where did your mom even find somebody this good?

Your friends were no better. Rumi had sported a look of stupor, and to your own surprise, Nemuri and Yu looked impressed, a rare sight for you knew that their technique was high dollar and quality, too.

He was all over you, not touching, but close, not letting you take your attention away from him as he ran his hands close to his hips and inner thighs, his sharp focus was only on you as he gauged your reactions, seeing which little movements brought a spark to your eyes or a flush to your face.

Then, like his routine, he did another unexpected move. Taking your cake, he set it neatly on your lap. Not giving you time to really question anything, he gingerly took your hand, dipping your fingers into the frosting, and brought it to his mouth.

Hot. You couldn’t help but feel hot all over as your lips burned on how he licked and sucked at the frosted digits, lolling his tongue over each one as he gave you such a dirty, heated look, and you swore that you heard him groan. Or was it you? You couldn’t tell as he gave your digits one final suck, letting go with a wet pop as the last song ended.

“Delicious.” He purred, and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at how he sounded it.

“Holy shit.” Nemuri broke the silence.

“Language, young Missy.” Fatigue tutted, waving his finger at her, laughing lightly as she gave him one of her own, before turning his attention back to you.

“Didja enjoy the dance, Sweetling?”

“Yeah.” You admitted in choked voice, and he gave a small laugh of affection as he walked towards the door.

“You have a Happy Birthday. I do hope that I can see ya, again.” He gave one last final look at you that you couldn’t decipher, as he headed out.

Silence enveloped you girls, before Yu started laughing.

“You were so blushing! He looked as if he wanted to eat you up!” She noticed, and you could feel your lip starting to hurt from biting it constantly.

“Woah, did he even know that you’re the boss’s kid?” Rumi asked, and Nemuri shook her head.

“Nah. We hired him yesterday, and her mom didn’t say anything, other than that she had a very special job for him. Heh, I didn’t know that the new meat was this good.” Nemuri explained, staring at her nails.

“’I do hope that I can see ya, again’.” Yu mimicked before giggling with glee. “Somebody’s has taken a shine to our homebody.” She grinned and your face flushed with realization.

“I gotta go see my mom.” You blurted out, instead, and was rewarded with grins and knowing smirks.

“It’s so cute how you’ve finally began to open up, my little touch-starved Chickadee. A stripper, of all things, huh?” Nemuri laughed at the irony, and you couldn’t help but join.

“I guess that it’s time to admit that I don’t have to live my life as the Lone Wolf, anymore.”

“And finally get laid, right?” Yu said it ever so casually, and you rolled your eyes.

“Ah, leave her alone. It’s nice that those brick walls are falling down.” Rumi grinned, slinging an arm around you and you smiled.

“It’s getting late, ladies. I got to see my mom early, tomorrow. Before you leave, take some cake with you.” You admitted.

“Will do! I’ll tell her that the new guy had done the impossible, by gaining your heated stare.” Yu giggled as she wrapped an arm around Nemuri’s waist.

“Hah, Kei’s gonna have a laugh at this.” Rumi smiled as she got up, leaving for your kitchen to grab the plates and forks.

….………….

After cake was cut and eaten, and the girls hugged you and kissed your cheeks before heading out, you were now laying on your bed, face flushing furiously as your heartbeat quickened. A stripper of all things shouldn’t have done that to you. You grew up with your mom’s flirty attitude towards strangers, and from an older teen, had been working in the club in a vest, shirt, and miniskirt with low heels, being constantly flirted with.

You didn’t know what made him to be so different, but like a magnetic connection, you were pulled, and despite you loner, homebody attitude, you kind of did wanted to see more of him.

…………..

He sighed, slipping off the expensive shoes as his feet and body ached for a hot shower. She didn’t know him, but he knew somewhat about her. Although the two of them shared the same college, he’d never shared a class with her, and she had lived in the apartments that was near, but not the dorms. Yet, he seen her almost everyday while either to or from his way to classes, work, or in general.

She tried to hide it, but he knew of the little empty cans of tuna near the dumpster that kept the stray mother cat and her kittens fed, was from her. He could hear her cooing to this day, smile rivaling the sun, as she looked down at the bunch with a touch of softness, not noticing the world around her as he took the same route past the alley every day.

Of course, he was a little intrigued. He had a sweet tooth, and despite his refusal in ever taking a bite, he wanted to drink in on what this strange woman was doing. He knew that she was busy, if the bags underneath her eyes indicated anything, and yet she still took time to do small and big things. Picking up littered cans and tossing them in the recycling bin, helping struggling students study, and he’d even seen her face at the soup kitchens, pouring generous amounts of soup into the bowls which were held in the hands of the hungry.

All around. She was all around and yet tried to make herself small and trivial. Others didn’t really notice, but he did. He couldn’t help it. Like a little magnet, she pulled him in, and she was unaware of it. Honestly, he felt like a stalker, yet he knew that he wasn’t. She was just…all around. Existing, helping, laughing, and smiling. It cut through a crack in his dark little world.

Of course, then she graduated, and he was surprised on how much he had missed her laughter, the softness in her eyes as she handled the kittens or gave out food. He didn’t know her. Didn’t speak to her, never went to the same classes, and yet, he felt a little empty when she was gone. It boggled and irritated him.

The literal icing on top was when he had finally gotten hired, the smirking woman telling him that he had a special job, and he couldn’t help but look in surprise at the address. The same door number that he seen her excitedly rush out from while he was on his way to class, was written on the address sheet with instructions. He had already met her friends, who were surprising her on her birthday. To be honest, he was surprised that the woman had friends such as Nemuri and Yu, but he didn’t question it further, as he felt the excitement build up.

Then, he couldn’t help himself when the two of them had finally met. He suppressed a shiver. He had a no touching rule. He didn’t want to touch, and he didn’t want to be touched, but something broke in him. He wanted to be touched by those shy inquisitive fingers, wanted to be stared at so innocently, and yet so dirty, and he couldn’t help himself. She was so sweet, and he didn’t mind letting himself having a taste, for once.

He really did hope to see her again

…………

#Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum #Fatgum x reader #exotic dancer fic #He wears heels in this #Mutual pining #Love at first sight #His weight is up to the imagination #I love our round boy

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spookysanta · 4 years

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online - five. (g.d.)

Summary: everyone warned him about talking to this girl online. but he can’t help but want to fall for her... now he has to meet her. what happens when they finally get together in person?

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: as usual, sexy thoughts, nothing major

click here for part one, part two, part three, part four.

UNEDITED

i hope y’all are doing well during this time of quarantine. if you need someone to talk to, i’m always here! :)

He woke up before she did, thankfully. He knew she would be totally asleep after being up in the middle of the night, and lucky for him, she’s a heavy sleeper. So he got the chance to make himself some coffee, run to the store, and have his workout (not necessarily in that order) before going back to his bedroom to wake her. “Honey.” He soothingly rubbed her back to wake her gently.

“No.” she grumbled sleepily. He knew she wasn’t a morning person but that was his clarification. She tried to shake his hand off her but to no avail. “Stop.”

“C’mon, baby. You’ve got to get up.”

“Go away.”

“Fine. I guess you don’t want toaster strudel for breakfast.”

If there’s one thing that she loves to eat for breakfast, he’s learned, it’s toaster strudel. More specifically, the apple flavor. She told him early on in their “conversations” together that she ate them every day and could never get tired of it.

Her eyes opened. “You did not.”

“Oh, I did.” He retorted. “Now get your ass up.”

She sat up, finally. “Alright. You win.”

He moved out of the way so that she could get up, moving quickly to the guest room to get her toiletries. Then she ran back through his room and into his bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she was done, she emerged in Grayson’s room where he was sat on the bed scrolling through his phone (as he’s prone to do when he’s waiting for her).

“Took you long enough.” He muttered as he stood, going up to her and snaking his arms around her waist. “You’re so pretty.”

“Seriously?” she asked. “I just woke up.”

“Shut up and let me be mushy.” He took her hand and led her out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. There were grocery bags scattered across the countertops and very clearly she could see the toaster strudel label peeking through the clear plastic. “I also bought you some bacon and eggs, since you still eat animals.”

She wanted to melt. He really does care about her, doesn’t he? “Grayson you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to, don’t worry.” He ushered her to the breakfast bar to sit while he began to prepare her breakfast. “So…I was thinking today we go somewhere special.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He beat two eggs in a bowl as he talked, sprinkling in cheddar cheese. “Maybe we could go somewhere fun…maybe they’ve got rides…and maybe, just maybe, they just opened a Jurassic World ride that someone has been dying to try.” He shrugged as he poured the eggs in a hot pan. “Just a thought.”

Yes, she was excited that he suggested taking her to Universal Studios Hollywood, duh. Who wouldn’t be? But she was way too busy watching him cook for her—shirtless—to even register the idea. She was way more concerned with the thought of her bent over this counter with him behind her as he wrapped a hand around her throat—

“Hello?”

He snapped her out of her trance. “What?”

Too early, (Y/N). It’s too early in the morning for you to have these sinful thoughts, said one part of her conscience. Remember, teddy bears, waterfalls...

“You zoned out there for a bit.” He plated her breakfast, then set it in front of her. “Does that mean you don’t want to go to Universal today?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” She finally realized that she finally had the opportunity to go to Universal Studios, ride every ride there, and eat fatty and expensive amusement park food until she got a stomachache. He came around to where she was sitting and kissed her forehead before sitting in the seat next to her. He picked up one of the pieces of toaster strudel he made for her and took a big bite, wiping his fingers off on a napkin. “Grayson—”

“You can’t be mean to me today, baby. I’m taking you to check off your bucket list so really, you should be thanking me, hm?” he cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You know what? You’re absolutely right. Thank you, Grayson.” she tried to make it sound as sarcastic and unnerving as possible.

“I’ll take it.” He leaned over and peppered kisses on her brown cheek. “Alright, baby, I’m going to go shower and change. You finish up here, and we’ll get going around one, okay?”

“Okay.”

***

She had to remind herself that she needed to keep her thoughts to a minimum. She wasn’t entirely sure how that would happen because he was so gorgeous and he was so strong—she did not forget how effortlessly he picked her up last night to carry her to bed, and she certainly didn’t forget the tightness in his grip around her waist as they slept.

But even with how strong he was, and how dominating he seemed, he was still so gentle with her. He made sure to talk to her as if he were telling secrets, and he made sure to touch her gently, almost as if she were a porcelain doll.

She could tell that she meant a lot to him by the way that he kisses her forehead and cheeks, but why in the hell has he not kissed her yet? She knows that they both like each other in that way, and he already told her that he wanted her as his girlfriend, so what is he waiting for?

The (not) couple finished getting ready and was out the door before one o’clock—much to his pleasure. She begged him to let her play her music on his auxiliary because she’d just downloaded a song that she had to play. So naturally, he said yes, especially when she gave him the puppy dog eyes. When she played it she couldn’t help but get giddy inside because the song was so good (honestly her favorite at the moment), and they were going to Universal Studios Hollywood, and on top of it all, she was with him and he looked absolutely radiant.

“What’s this?” he asked over the blaring vocals.

“Oh my gosh, it’s called “when the party’s over” by Billie Eilish. Do you listen to her?”

“No, not really. It’s a bit sad, don’t you think?” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her completely engulfed in the music.

“Yes, that’s the point.” She replied. “Isn’t it great?”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged.

“Alright? Gray, did you not hear what I heard? The vocals? The harmonies? The piano? C’mon, baby, you’re joking, right?”

Wait.

What’d she just say?

“Say that again.” Thankfully, they were stopped at a red light. He looked directly at her.

“Say what?”

“You just called me “baby”.”

Her eyes widened. She didn’t even realize she said that! “Oh, did I?”

“Yes, you did. And I want to hear you say it again…please.”

He needed to get himself under control because if she plans to call him “baby” all day long, then it’s going to be a long ass day.

“Okay…well, baby, I’m very excited to go to Universal with you today!”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I’m excited, too. Trust me.”

“You do know now I have to put you on to more amazing music, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “If you must.”

***

The short car ride felt like an eternity to him. Not because he didn’t love having her around, because it’s very apparent that he did; it’s just the damn music would not end. Her music choice was…different. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It’s just not what he listens to and he almost had to plead for her to play Tame Impala before he earned a headache before their day even began.

He’s gained a new respect for Flo Milli, he’ll admit—but not to (Y/N), because then he’ll never hear the end of it.

When they pulled into the parking lot, he sat back in his seat, killing the engine and taking out his phone.

“Hey,” she piped up. “what are you doing?”

“I’m sending you your ticket. Shush.”

She couldn’t help it, and not that she wanted to, but she took her hand and raised it to his head, running her fingers through his hair. His body stiffened at the sudden contact, then relaxed when she felt him scratch his scalp carefully. There was something about the way his hair felt; almost too soft for it to be there. She wasn’t the “hair-smelling” type, but judging by the softness of it, she could tell he took good care of it and it had to have smelled good. She ran her hand through the longer tufts of hair at toward the front of his head, following the span of his scalp to the back of his head, and scratching at the nape of his neck. She soon found herself twirling the hair around her fingers, pulling on the strands accidentally.

He sucked in a breath, saying “ow” but not really meaning it.

“Oops! Sorry.”

Now here’s the issue between the two of them: they want each other. Not just with cute dates and kisses and snuggles, but in the most intimate way possible. But she’s not going to tell him that, and he definitely won’t tell her, because the list of things in his mind that he wants to do her is vast and vivid; he doesn’t want to break her before she’s ready to be broken.

Moreover, he doesn’t want her to see him as a distraction once she leaves. Once she leaves, she has to go back to school and study her ass off, and she won’t have time to call him every hour and tell him how much she misses him. She won’t be able to snuggle him, kiss him, or run her fingers through his hair. And that could be problematic for the both of them.

She’ll admit that she’s the type to fall hard and fast, so yes, the chance of her falling for him is going to be sky high; but that doesn’t mean she won’t do what it takes for thing they’ve got going to be successful and, most importantly, to keep him around.

He put his phone in the pocket of his hoodie, opening the car door. “C’mon.”

***

Of course, they had a blast. She rode rides that she’d only seen in the commercials or on the internet, and he got to witness her joy firsthand. That was his favorite part—besides trying deep-fried Oreos and sharing a glass of butterbeer with her. They walked hand-in-hand back to the car when she sighed contentedly. “Thank you for today.” She wrapped her other arm around his bicep. “You have no idea how much fun I had.”

He chuckled, kissing her head as though it were his job. “I think I have an idea…but you deserved it, okay? Don’t thank me.”

As they approached the car, his mind began to race (more than it already does when he’s around her). You know what? He thought, fuck it.

“Well, I still appreciate it.”

He stopped in his tracks, gently pulling away from her and taking her hands in his.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“So here’s the deal.” He spoke lowly. “All day, I’ve been wondering about what things could be.”

“In regard to…?”

“Us.” He nodded between the two of them to clarify.

“Right. Okay.”

“And I like you. And you like me. So why can’t we try?”

“Grayson, what’s gonna happen when I go back?”

“I—I’m not sure. But we don’t have to think about that right now, okay?” he let out a breath, cupping her jaw with his hands, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. “I just can’t keep looking at you and not kiss you.”

Her heart fluttered again.

Or maybe this time, it actually stopped. She doesn’t know (or care) either way.

Without a second thought, she said, “So kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He nodded, leaning down to her, his eyes locked on her lips. Why was he so nervous? He generally doesn’t act this way. But she was just so perfect, so beautiful—he had to take things slowly so as not to hurt her or break her like he thinks he could (potentially). Their lips brush, and finally, they meet. Her hands wrap around his forearms, and everything that her mind was clouded with was melted away instantly. She sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling.

When they pulled apart, he put his forehead against hers, unable and unwilling to hide his grin.

“Ready to go?” he asked her, not wanting to let her go for even a moment.

“Yeah.”

#grayson dolan #online #online fic #online series #grayson bailey dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x black reader #grayson dolan x black girl #grayson dolan smut

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benjamin-hastings · 3 years

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Collin Hastings had left his wife and young children when Benji was a toddler and Florence an infant. His young love with Candace Mabry had faded as soon as he realized his surfing career would never be up to snuff. He chose to return to his native Australia and accept the mantle of the family business. Over the years, Benji had come to realize how blessed he, Florence and their mother were to have learned to exist without him, even with the struggles it brought. Candace nearly killed herself working two jobs to afford Benji and Flo, which meant that from a young age Benji had been the one raising his sister even though he was still a child himself.

He fell in love with surfing, much to his mother’s dismay, when he was quite young. School took a backseat to being out on the water, a young and scrappy Benji Hastings finding any way he could to get out on a board. While his father had never been able to cut it, Benji would eventually pull off incredible feats, and was soon traveling the world from competition to competition. Initially funded by eating ramen and living in roach motels (or backseats of friends cars), small endorsement deals, victory lots, and then Billabong would make Benji his real money. It was then that out of the clear blue Collin Hastings came crashing back into his son’s life. Knowing so little about the man, Benji didn’t even recognize him from the fair few photos he and Flo had to go off of, as all he did was call on holidays (or birthdays if he bothered to remembered). His sister idolized the man, and at that point, so did Benji. He welcomed his father in, quickly allowing him the ability to adopt a role as a sort of pseudo-manager, handling Benji’s endorsements, income and finances, relishing in the second-hand fame.

For those few years that Benji was regularly on the circuit, he and his father were close, closer than close, traveling the world together and doing what they both loved. Until of course, Benji tore his meniscus, temporarily off his board for a few months while he dedicated his time to recovery. It was then that Collin began to push, trying to get Benji back into competition-ready shape before he really felt ready. Collin’s interests were simple, and Benji was simply a way to fulfill his own failed dreams. So, for better or for worse, Benji quit professional surfing in a move that shocked many. Really, it was to test who and what his father was really there for. And Benji learned rather quickly when Collin Hastings returned to Australia and left his son high and dry.

The years that followed were filled with self loathing, too many drugs and a lot of alcohol. Benji wasn’t particularly kind to himself, but that unkindness would bring him a beautiful son and Katie Birch, so he liked to think it was all for the best in the end. And he was more resilient, realistic without his father, the entire journey shaping him into the kind of father he always wished he had as a young boy.

Benji didn’t dedicate much thought to his father, but the resentment and anger was never far off when he became a topic of conversation between he and Flo or his mother. Benji would never understand not wanting to be around your family, when his was his entire life, day-in and day-out. Particularly because in practice, Candace was the only grandparent that Connor had, it made Benji furious that his father actively chose not to know his grandson, to never try and mend fences with him or Florence, particularly when Florence so desperately still wanted a real relationship with him.

Candace was newly in Eureka, still living in Benji’s bungalow until they could find her an apartment or small home that she was truly in love with. Benji had made the offer to help her retire, to move her north so she could be in Connor’s life. It felt a better investment than daycare, so Benji was all for plan, and so was Katie. Benji loved and idolized his mother — her sacrifice was his example, her love his constant life raft. And so far, everything was going extremely well. Connor was loving having his grandmother around, and Candace and Flo were beginning to mend fences over whatever had transpired in Los Angeles. Benji was working through what he wanted his relationship with Flo to be, which at that moment, unfortunately was rather minimal.

So, like a divine comedy, it made plenty of sense that this was the moment in time in which karma would strike again. When Benji was making strides towards his own happiness. His relationship with Annie was new but incredibly solid. He and Katie were obviously as close as ever, and Connor was coming up on his fourth birthday a goofy and giggling. All was mostly well until Benji arrived home that afternoon after work, a bevy of suitcases blocking part of the entryway. It was a curious sight, enough to raise Benji’s heartbeat as he made his way further into his Bayview home, following the sound of his mother’s voice, which seemed a few octaves higher than was typical for her.

And there he was, the ghost of Benji’s past, brown hair now mostly gray, a beard where he’d once been clean-shaven. Benji understood why his mother always remarked that he was beginning to look more and more like his father even though he loathed the sentiment, because there he was in the flesh, staring him down with familiar brown eyes. “Hey, Benjamin.” Benji hated his full-name for this exact reason. His father had never given in to his preferred nickname, birthday cards and greetings were always ‘Benjamin’. Collin Hastings had ruined plenty for his son, including comfort in his own given name. His Aussie accent made the hair on Benji’s arm stand up, his expression contorting from confusion to anger.

Candace, of course, had anticipated as much —- but she wouldn’t have the opportunity to explain she’d not invited him. She had still invited him into Benji’s home, violated his space, a space that, had even one detail of the day gone differently, he’d have walked through those doors with Connor in tow. And that was a meeting Benji would be damned before he’d ever let happen now. “Fuck this.” Benji waved off the entire situation, not even bothering to put down his car keys before he was turning on his heels to walk back out of the house. “Benji!” Candace called after him, but Benji wasn’t listening.

Collin Hastings was in Eureka. What the hell was Benji going to do with himself now?

#benji + drabble.#my muse is being really fickle #but here's this load of crap

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years

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But I Hate You

PART 1

Florian Munteanu x reader

Warnings: None for this chapter.

A/N: Few things, yes I used the Mike Jones phone number and yes, I’m still laughing about it. Also, rather than completely butchering the Romanian language, I opted to use bold and italics for the dialog, so use your imagination. Lol the texts are also bold italics, but they are in English.

Word Count: 3,706

********

You were sitting in your desk chair spinning in circles and bored out of your mind when your phone vibrated.

"Oh, thank God," you snatched it up hoping that it was one of your friends asking you to come out and do something; anything, but sit in this apartment.

Your excitement was quickly replaced by confusion. You looked at the message, but didn't recognize the number, so you sat the phone down and decided to ignore it. Whoever it was could figure it out on their own. After a few minutes it vibrated again, same number.

(555) 330-8004: Hi, please answer. I really need your help.

You stared at the message and figured you could at least tell them they had the wrong number since it seemed like an emergency.

You: Hey, I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.

(555) 330-8004: Is this Y/N?

You: Yes, who is this?

(555) 330-8004: Florian...

You rolled your eyes. What the hell did he want?

You: Go away, muscles. How did you even get my number?

(555) 330-8004: I have my ways.

You: Oh please, I know it was Mike. Tell me what you want before I block you.

You and Florian absolutely did not get along. Ever since he'd moved there he had a new bimbo on his lap every night. You especially couldn't stand how arrogant he constantly acted. He knew he was attractive and was not afraid to flaunt it.

He definitely didn't hide that he didn't care for you either and the only reason the two of you had to ever be around each other was because your best friend was dating his best friend.

Florian: I need a favor. Can I come talk to you?

You: Lol is this some sort of joke?

Florian: No joke. No games. I just really need to talk to you... It's about Mike and Kay.

You: Okay.

You texted him your address. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but if it concerned your best friend Kay, then you wanted to know about it. You debated whether or not if you should call her to make sure everything was okay, but you also knew her and Mike's anniversary was coming up and maybe Florian wanted to plan something for them.

An hour later, you were buzzing him in. You held the door open and waited for him to reach your unit.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," you said back. He didn't say anything else, just stood there looking around. "So, um, is everything okay with Kay and Mike?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah," he said coming out of his trance.

"Okay, well, would you like to tell me what this is about then?"

"It's not about them. I lied, I needed to talk to you."

"Florian, why are you here?" You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Because I really need a favor from you." He actually looked nervous. You could see his cheeks turning red and he hadn't even said anything yet.

"Mmm hmm, I'm willing to listen, but I'm sure I'll say no."

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend," he blurted out.

You stared at him silently and then you doubled over in laughter.

"You can't be serious right now, gym junkie," you wiped the tear from your eye. When you looked back up at him, his expression had not changed and he was certainly not laughing. Your demeanor switched to serious. "Dude, you cannot be for real."

"Please? My parents are coming and they think I'm in a steady relationship and you're the only person I know who has nothing else to do."

"Don't be a shit head," you slapped his arm. "And I'm not lying to your parents for you."

"Do I need to beg?" He got down on his knees in front of you and hugged your waist. "Can you please do this one favor for me, I will be forever grateful."

He looked up at you with those big hazel green eyes and poked out his bottom lip.

"But, I hate you," you whined.

Now he's added a smile. You might as well have softy tattooed across your forehead. Kay always told you that you were too nice for your own good.

"And what exactly do I get out of this?" You questioned.

"Me," he scoffed.

"Hard pass!" You tried to move his arms, but he tightened his grip.

"No, I'll give you whatever you want," he buried his face in your stomach.

"I would like a very nice trip to the Bahamas—."

"Done!" He said without hesitation.

"And 1,000 bucks, right now." You finished. He looked at you like you were crazy and you held your hand out. You wiggled your fingers.

He sighed and reached into his pocket for his wallet. "I get a kiss for $1,000." He said handing you the bills.

"Cheek only. Lips will cost you $500 more."

"This is robbery," he huffed.

"Mmm hmm," you snatched the money from him. "When are they coming?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! That gives me no time to mentally prepare for fake liking you."

"Too bad. You've been paid. I'll give you the cliff notes tomorrow." He leaned in like he was going to kiss you. You put your palm flat on his face and mushed him away.

"Save it for tomorrow, meat head."

"You having to be nice to me is going to be so worth the money." He smiled.

"Yeah, get out." You shooed him out of the door.

After you shut the door behind him you leaned up against it. This was not going to be easy and you should've just simply told him no. You'd have to have a talk with Mike about giving him your phone number in the first place.

********

"You what?!" Your best friend cackled on the other end of the phone as you told her about your agreement with Florian. "Why would you do that?"

"Because he gave me the puppy dog eyes. What was I supposed to do?"

"Look away, maybe?" She continued to laugh.

"Kay, you aren't helping. Maybe you should tell your boyfriend not to give my phone number to people I don't like!" You huffed.

"Oh please, don't blame my beautiful man. You're the one who let him come over."

"Because he straight up lied and said he needed to talk to me about you guys."

"Relax. He's an attractive guy and it's only a week. Can't be that bad." She said.

"A week?!" You screeched. "I thought it was just one night."

She started laughing again, "This is going to be hilarious. You'd better finish getting ready. Dinner will be soon."

"Ugh!" You hit the end call button. You couldn't take anymore of her teasing and when Florian showed up to get you, he was going to get an ear full for not telling you how long his parents would be in town.

Your door buzzed just as you were trying to decide which shoes to wear. You ran over to let him in and cracked the door open. When he reached your apartment he still knocked before entering. You came walking out of the bedroom with two shoes.

"Which one?" You held them up to him.

"Uh..." he looked you up and down. You had on a form fitting skirt that flared at the bottom and an off the shoulder top. Your hair was pinned to one side and your makeup was flawless. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked.

"Florian, come on, which one?" You dangled the shoes in his face.

"Oh, um, that one," he pointed.

You nodded and ran back to the room to put your shoes on. When you came back out you were wearing the one he didn't choose. You grabbed your clutch and held the door open for him.

"Why'd you have me pick if you were just going to choose the opposite?"

"Because I knew it would irritate you and I wanted to start the night off right." You smiled.

He just shook his head and walked past you. Damn, he smelled good.

********

When he pulled up to the restaurant, you checked yourself one final time. On the way over, he told you some things about himself. Some of them you already knew, most of them you didn't.

"Remember not to use my full name. Call me Flo, everyone close to me does."

You nodded in confirmation and exhaled heavy. "Not gonna lie, I'm nervous." You rubbed your hands on your skirt.

"Why?"

"What if they don't like me?" You questioned.

"You aren't my real girlfriend," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but I still want them to like me." You rolled your eyes.

"It seems like I'm the only person who can't stand you, so you'll be great." He got out of the car and came around to your side and opened the door.

"Do I look okay?" You asked as you got closer to the door.

"You look beautiful," he replied and kissed your forehead. Before you could respond he was leading you inside to the table.

He was excited to see his parents he grabbed his father into a big bear hug and they exchanged kisses on the cheek. Then he grabbed his mother and did the same. You stood by and took it all in. It was strange to see him be baby boy since you were so used to seeing him being a play boy.

"Mama, Tata, this is Y/N," he pulled you forward.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Munteanu," you waved shyly.

His mother reached out to hug you and so did his father. It surprised you. It was as if they already knew you. You all sat down and he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. You on the other hand started biting the inside of your cheek out of nervousness.

He put his hand on top of yours for comfort. You looked up him and smiled. Who the hell was this person?

"It's so nice to finally meet you, we've heard so much about you." His mother smiled at you speaking in Romanian. He'd told you on the way over that they were most comfortable speaking in their native tongue when the three of them were together and you assured him that it was okay.

"She said —"

"Well, I hope they were all good things," you replied back perfectly. The look on his face was of total shock. He had no idea you knew how to speak Romanian. And flawlessly at that.

"Oh, you speak Romanian? He didn't tell us. I like you already." His father chimed in.

"I was keeping it a surprise?" His statement was definitely more of a question geared towards you. You just winked at him and continued talking to his parents.

For the rest of the night, you all talked and laughed. Florian kept stealing little kisses from you throughout the entire time, until you pinched his thigh really hard under the table.

All the awkwardness of the entire situation forgotten until his mother brought up seeing you again for a girl's day before they headed back home. You smiled and agreed. The guilty feeling settled in as you said goodnight and settled into the car. They were headed back to his place and decided to take an Uber.

He got into the car and just looked at you.

"What?" You scrunched up your face.

"Since when do you speak Romanian?"

"Since this morning when I bought Rosetta Stone," you shrugged.

"Really?!"

"No, goofball, I learned when I was younger. The lady who watched me after school was from Romania and she taught me."

"You never told me that," he said.

"You and I don't exactly talk much outside of insulting each other."

The silence settled around you the rest of the way back to your apartment. He walked you up to your apartment like the perfect gentleman.

"You know you don't have to hang out with my mom. I'll tell her you have some work thing that you can't get out of."

"Absolutely not, I already feel bad about lying to them, I can't ditch her. Besides, she's nice and maybe she can teach me a thing or two about catching a real man." You stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

"Ouch!" He winced as he laughed.

He followed you inside claiming to be thirsty. You told him to help himself as you sat down on the couch. He came out of the kitchen with two bottles of water and sat next to you handing you one. He sat his bottle down, grabbed your feet and removed your shoes. You wiggled your toes as they were freed.

"Thank you," you said softly.

"You're welcome," he pushed them off of his lap and jumped up laughing.

"See, this is why I don't like you. You play too much," you said as you stood to follow him to the door.

"Thank you," he sobered for a moment to say. He lifted your chin towards him and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your breath caught in your throat and before you could stop them your eyes closed.

They fluttered open when he pulled back a little.

Florian tried his best to keep it subtle and not push it, but the look in your eyes spurred him forward. He kissed you again and this time you wrapped your arms around his neck and invited his tongue inside. He dropped the bottle on the floor and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed your back into the door.

You moaned into his mouth as his hands kneaded your ass. Then your phone started vibrating inside your purse snapping you from your trance. You stopped kissing him.

"Oh my God," you pushed back and unwrapped your legs. He reluctantly let you down with a disappointed groan. "We can't."

"Why not?" He bent down to kiss your neck.

"Because we both know that we shouldn't."

He stopped and rolled his eyes. "You should loosen up a little."

"Yeah, whatever, I'm sure you've got something loose you can call to satisfy your craving." You opened the door.

"My craving is never satisfied. They don't call me Big Nasty for nothing."

"Ugh!" You pushed him out into the hall and slammed the door.

"I'll call you later!" He yelled.

********

The next day at work you dragged your feet. You couldn't sleep at all due to thinking about that stupid kiss. You struggled to get yourself together. You had back to back showings and needed to be on your A-game to close these deals. On your way to the first meeting, Florian's phone number flashed across the screen interrupting the song you'd been listening to. You debated with yourself before answering and decided to do so.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"You can start off by letting me finish what we started last night," he quipped.

"Yeah, that's never gonna happen, Munteanu. What do you want?"

"Just seeing what you were up to," he replied.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. He wanted to just call and check up on you? This new side of Florian was seriously messing with your brain.

"I'm on my way to a meeting. I need to close the deal on this house today."

"Where is it??"

"Why? You gonna show up and pretend to be interested?" You laughed.

"Maybe," you could hear the smile on his face.

You gave him the address and told him to show up in a suit and look serious. "I'm here, I have to go. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," he said just before you hung up and rushed inside.

You weren't late, but the clients were early and already waiting for you, so basically you were late.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rodrigo, nice to see you both again." You shook their hands and led them inside. The couple was really undecided on the house and this was the third time they've come to see it. You knew they wanted you to come down on the price, but you just weren't willing to do it. You staged it differently this time around, so they could see the endless decorating possibilities.

You'd been talking to the Rodrigos for half an hour when you heard other voices. The three of you went to see who had entered the home. When you rounded the corner, you stopped in your tracks at the sight of Florian and his parents.

"Hello," he said with the biggest smile on his face. His mom and dad pretended to busy themselves with something else.

"Uh, hi-hello," you stuttered.

"I saw the sign out front while we were riding by. Is this an open house?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, this is a private showing we—"

"Hello! My name is Florica and this is my husband Dorin," his mom walked over enthusiastically and extended her hand. You looked at her confused as well as the Rodrigos.

"I apologize, but we do not speak the language," Mr. Rodrigo said.

"No, worries, she's just introducing herself. Florica and Dorin." Florian jumped in.

"So now you will continue to pretend that you have no clue what I'm saying and I'll squeal like a school girl about everything." She grabbed Dorin's hand and walked off.

You looked to Florian again.

"She's going to drag him around to look at the house."

"But I've told you, this is a private showing." You tried to sound stern.

"Have you closed yet?" He asked.

"Well, no, but —"

"So, it's still available?"

"Technically —"

You heard an excited scream from the other room. The Rodrigos eyed each other and then you. Florian walked away in the direction of his parents.

"You're not going to let them buy this place are you?" Mrs. Rodrigo asked.

"Well, if they make an offer, I don't have much choice. I'd think you didn't want it if you don't decide today." You said.

She looked to her husband. "You need to stop being cheap. I want this house."

"Sweetheart, they are not going to make an offer today. Nobody makes an offer on the first house that they see."

The couple continued to go back and forth until the other family reentered the room.

"If they have yet to make a decision, tap your foot twice and we'll lay it on thick." Dorin said looking at his son as if he wasn't speaking to you.

You tapped your foot and Florica started speaking. She was very excited and very animated. You were trying your best to keep your laughter in and Florian was trying his best to fake translate.

"She said, she likes this house and she wants it."

"Uh, I," you looked to the other couple and gave them an apologetic smile.

"No, no, we were here first and we'll take it." Mrs. Rodrigo spoke up.

"Are you sure you don't want to discuss it first?" You asked.

"Absolutely not, I want this house and we will sign all papers right this second if need be."

You looked to her husband and he sighed in defeat. You apologized to Florian and his family and bid them a farewell. You gave them a card and told them to call you and you'd set up some showings for them.

********

After work, you stopped by Kay's house to tell her about the day. She just listened to you go on and on about how great Florian and his parents were earlier today.

"What?" You stopped mid sentence once you noticed how she was looking at you.

"Nothing, you just haven't stopped smiling since you said his name." She smirked at you.

"Kayla Rose, please don't. I still can't stand him, but he did come through for me today. And I really do like his parents... I wonder if it's too late to be adopted?" You laughed.

"So you got along with mama and tata last night? Cute."

"Will you stop it," you rolled your eyes.

"And Flo? How'd you get along with him?" She quizzed.

"It was cool. I mean, he's a completely different person around his parents. All that bravado and playboy attitude was shed like a second skin."

"Mmm hmm and then what?"

"That's it," you shrugged.

"Sis, I know you better than you know yourself. You're hiding something and I want to know what it is." You chewed the inside of jaw. Your telltale sign of nervousness. "Did you fuck him?!" She yelled.

"Shhh!! Do you want your blabber mouth boyfriend to hear you?" You covered her mouth, "no, I did not have sex with him. But we did kinda almost have sex."

"Tell me everything," she scooted closer.

"There's nothing to tell, we kissed and then we stopped before it went any further."

"You know he likes you. He just pretends to hate you, because he knows you can't stand him."

"Girl, hush." You waved her off.

"I'm serious. He has a crush on you which is probably why he asked you to do this in the first place. He could've asked anyone."

"Mmm hmm," you rolled your eyes.

"I'm telling you the truth. And he's actually a really sweet guy, ya know? He's just very guarded." She touched your arm.

"Are you... Are you seriously rallying for him and I? Kay, it's never going to happen." You stood.

"Okay, I'm just saying —"

"Ah, ah, ah, ch, ch!" You shushed her, "please say no more. I gotta go."

The two of you said your goodbyes and you headed home. There is absolutely no way you'd ever consider Florian. Did he help you out today? Absolutely and you'd find a way to repay him, but to think that you could be anything more than just friends was asinine. The two of you simply just did not mesh.

Although, that kiss the other night was incredible and you hadn't felt a fire like that in a while.

"No, no, no," you shook your head to clear your thoughts. Just a few more days and you could be rid of him and on your way to the Bahamas.

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 97

Jared's POV

‘Today's outing was fun,’ I think as I watch my extended family enter into the rental. The kids enjoyed the boat ride and seeing my oldest son get excited when he spotted the manta ray made my heart soar.

The kids were all excited even after we disembarked from the boat, wanting to try and see everything. Even while we were eating, their eyes were taking as much in as they could.

It didn't take much persuasion to get them changed and bedded down so when Drea suggested we test out the hot tub, who was I to refuse? But there was only one problem.

"Pregnant women are advised not to get in one," I tell her but she just smiles that gorgeous smile of hers.

"So," she shrugs. "I won't submerge my whole body. Just me feet…..doesn't stop you all from enjoying it."

I swear the woman has an answer for everything! My heart swells at knowing the mother of my third child is so smart, so knowledgeable and can resolve any problems.

I watch as Gen strips from her clothes and walks across the room in her birthday suit and I have to admit, my wife is sexy as hell! She is exactly who I dreamed of when I thought of who I would marry and spend my life with.

She has given me two handsome sons and I couldn't be more grateful. After Shep was born though and she developed the bleeding disorder, I know she was scared I would leave her, that she was inferior as a woman because part of her was missing.

But that was the furthest thing from the truth. She is the love of my life and I don't think any less of her. We had two sons, who said we needed more?

But of course, after Danneel gave birth to her and Jay's daughter and then Drea gave birth to Jackson, that baby fever bug bit into Genevieve.

Many nights I comforted her cries as she sobbed for another chance, another shot at being a mother.

When Gen had first brought up the idea of asking Drea to be a surrogate for us, I was against it. Yes, we'd have another child but she wouldn't be the one carrying it and nurturing it as he or she grew.

But my wife assured me she didn't have a problem of missing out on those aspects. "Padaleckis are big babies and I really am not going to miss pushing another out of my vagina." She told me.

So we decided to broach the subject with Drea and Jensen. Of course at first he was totally abhorred at the idea until once again, my beautiful wife explained the more clinical side of the procedures of in vitro fertilization.

At that original meeting, none of us were wise to the fact that the injections would fail and now here we are almost a year later, with Drea impregnated by me and the four of us are what is considered swingers.

My, how life can throw curve balls out of nowhere. But I wouldn't change a single thing. I have my gorgeous wife, my best friend and his...well, she might as well be his wife if he'd just man up and ask her, are all in a committed, sexual relationship.

"You ready?" Gen breaks into my train of thought. She dons the same yellow string bikini from a few days ago; the one that makes my dick twitch at the sight. A towel lays over her arm as she opens the bedroom door and sashays out.

"Down boy," I chastise my responsive cock as I watch her hips swing. "Later, we'll pound that pussy good."

The situation in my trunks isn't helped any when we get outside and Drea is sitting there, kicking her feet through the water while talking to Jay.

Have her boobs grown overnight? They look to be almost overflowing the cups of her swimsuit. And that bump! Her one-piece fits snug against it, making evident that she is pregnant. She is carrying my child.

Gen and I both slip into the jacuzzi opposite her and Jay.

"Oh my god." I say as the jets begin drumming against my muscles. "Wow, this is amazing. We need to look into getting one."

Silence follows as we all enjoy the reverberations against our tired and sore bodies.

I lift my head and smirk at Jensen. "So 'cheeseburger'?"

I can tell by his smirk in response that he knows exactly what I'm referring to.

“Like I don’t know where ‘salad’ came from? Yea, that’s right. I know what your safe word is too. Got some Sammy Winchester vibes going on in the bedroom huh?”

“So do you Dean. I can’t believe you picked cheeseburger as a safe word,” Jared shakes his head at the absurdity of the subject.

We all take a moment to laugh and then I remember something I'd been meaning to bring up to my co-star since we filmed the final episode.

“Speaking of the Winchesters, I've been thinking. How are they going to explain that Dean actually killed Death? Death is death, you know." I slide away from Gen and closer to Jay.

We discuss the show for a while when something catches my attention. I look from my friend across the water to see the girls caught up in a sensual kiss.

“Holy shit. Looks like we’re going to get a show.” I say, smacking my hand on Jay's chest.

But before it goes any further, Gen pulls away and turns to stare at me. There is an agitation in her glare.

She turns back to Drea and speaks, “Sorry Drea. Just not in the mood tonight. I’m tired.”

I watch in shock as she climbs out of the water, wraps a towel around her and walks into the bungalow.

“What the fuck was that about? Man, what did you do?” Jay asks, looking at me. “If looks could kill….”

“Nothing that I know of,” I shrug but then it dawns on me. “Shit, what date is it?”

Drea tells me and I nod. “I think it would be almost time for Aunt Flo. She always gets bitchy around then.”

“I’ll go talk to her. Woman to woman," Drea says as she stands up and follows her inside.

"Dude, if I didn't know better, I'd think Gen despised you. Man, the fire in her eyes," Jay says as he shakes his head and chuckles. "I'm just glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that."

"Yea. Since she had Shep and all that happened, her periods are harder on her. Just give her some space for a little while is what I've learned."

"Are we seriously sitting here talking about menstrual cycles?" Jay laughs out. "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

Gen is sitting up in bed when I walk into the room. She's changed into her pjs but still looking sexy and beautiful.

Her dark hair is loose around her shoulders and is just a picture of perfection in my eyes.

I, as well as the monster in my shorts, am really hoping she doesn't refuse me like she did Drea.

"Hey baby," I say as I pull my swim trunks off, my hard cock slapping against my belly. I've always slept in the nude so I climb into bed and go to cuddle against her.

Gen moves and slips out of bed before I can get a good grip on her lithe body.

Ok, surprising but maybe she's cramping. But when she turns toward me I can tell something is bothering her.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you just go kick Jensen out of bed and fuck Drea? She's who you want!"

"What?!" I am dazed. Where is this coming from? "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Jared Tristan!" She yells. "I'm not stupid. You want Drea! You've always wanted Drea. Man, I should've seen it. You were so willing to fuck a kid into her. Maybe I am the idiot. I played right into it.

"Oh I bet you just loved that threesome we had. You had her and me there willing to let you fuck us both."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I yelled, pissed that she was not only belittling herself but making what we were doing into some torrid affair. "YOU WANTED DREA TOO ! I take a breathe and lower my voice, although I'm still radiating with anger. “If anyone should be upset, it’s me! You fucking Drea isn’t a means to an end! No, that is just for your pleasure!

"You wanted another baby and you were the one to choose Drea, not me. When we started this, it was the only way to get her pregnant Nothing else was working so I fucked a baby into her, FOR YOU!

“Sex with Drea was just to give you what you wanted, what you desired. IT had to happen to get a baby. But you and her fucking didn’t have to happen. Rubbing your pussies together isn’t going to put a baby in her. Not that was for your gratification.This-" I point to my now flaccid dick. "-was needed. "

She opens her mouth to respond but there is a knock on the door. Gen moves to open the door and I jump into the ensuite to pull on a pair of shorts. Sure Drea has seen me naked and I'm positive Jensen has but right now didn't call for that.

Zipping them up over my now completely flaccid member, I can hear Jay's voice. "It is her business, he said. "You guys are fighting and her name was brought up so I think it the fuck is her-our- business.

"Now what the hell is going on?" The tone of his voice tells me there is no getting out of this. What was once an argument between two people now involves four.

I walk back into the room and step up behind Gen.

"Let's take it outside so we don't wake the kids."

I follow as Drea, Jensen then Gen head toward the back patio. I can't help but stare at the back of Gen's head, trying to figure out how in the world I'd want Drea over her.

As soon as everyone is settled around the table, Jay runs his hands through his hair.

"So this isn't going to work. I thought we were all in agreement; no one would feel betrayed or left out. What happened?"

All eyes turn toward me and I shrug. I glance Gen's way and she is sitting there silently scowling at the whole situation.

"We each said that feelings wouldn't get hurt and no one would feel betrayed and left out when we starting fucking each other separately. So, I don't understand what happened. Can someone please explain it?" Drea pleads.

That's all it takes for Gen to explode. She is practically vibrating as she sneers. "What happened?! Like you don't fucking know!"

Drea looks taken aback and hurt by Gen's accusation. "What are you talking about?" I ask, honestly confused. "What did I do?"

But what Gen accuses of happening leaves me speechless. And when she pulls out her phone and shows us the social media post, I am appalled.

Gen knows that the media and some fans like to stir up conflict and we've always known not to take anything that is put online to heart. No one knows our lives, they can only speculate and guess.

It is Jensen who speaks and reminds her not to pay attention to the shit put on the internet. He reminds her that he himself has hugged on her in public.

He also gives his point of view on how I acted today, treating Drea with kid gloves.

I take her hand and thankfully she doesn't pull away.

"He's right babe," I tell her, gently squeezing her hand. "I love you so much. I would never do anything to ruin what we've worked so hard for. You are my wife and I love that you are the one I get to grow old with."

Gen looks around the table at each of us and the sighs. "I just think we all need to consider everyone's feelings when we're out in public. But I'm done with this. I'm going to bed."

Once again I watch as my wife leaves me behind with our friends as I try to figure out what she means by being 'done with this'.

Is she calling the whole swinging relationship off? Are we supposed to go back to just being friends? What about the baby in Drea's womb?

Jay and Drea head off to bed not long after and leave me on the back patio, contemplating how life got so fucked up.

END JARED'S POV

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Stockings - Tommy Shelby (Part I)

Plot: Tommy and Florence have known each other forever, but there’s one thing they never talked about.

Warnings: Cursing.

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: This is the first part of a series that I’ve already finished writing (all the fun and angst and a spicy ending included). Any characters you recognize from the show are not mine. I hope you enjoy. PS, the GIF credit goes to @nofckingfighting

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It was Flo’s twenty-seventh birthday tonight and if it wasn’t for the circumstances of her background, she probably wouldn’t have been as fixed on going out as she was right now. She sat on her Aunt Polly’s velvet green chaise longue as she slowly dragged a pair of silvery black stockings along her shins and thighs, then hooked it into the matching garter belt she’d gotten from Tommy for her twenty-fifth birthday. There was no need to be sensual, since she was alone, but to hell with wanting to be sexy for other people. Tonight, Flo wanted to be pretty just for herself. No one else to impress, no one to come home to later. She and Tommy were the only ones who knew about the lingerie’s existence. Well, Tommy and Jack, really, who she’d been seeing for a while, her first lover after the war and only lover too, but that was a story for another day.

Tonight, she’d made sure she wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone with a cock. It was a girl’s night, held at the Garrison and cherished for peace. The Blinders owned the pub, so there was nothing to be feared, no incident incoming. Just drinks and the girls. Ada and Minnie and Toff, the Scarlet Quartet since school time, finally reunited. Now, sure, things had changed in the last fifteen years, jobs found, hearts broken and mended, kids born. Ada was a widowed mother, Minnie had just returned to Birmingham after a decade of living in Leeds and Toff had given birth to twins two years ago.

Growing up and settling down, those were things that Florence did not have lined up for any time in the close future. When the relationship with Jack had come to an end, she’d decided that marriage just didn’t fit her lifestyle, and neither did love. She was made of different substances, of ambition and aggression, slyness and hunger. Once she’d gotten a taste of the family business, she simply couldn’t hold back. During the war, she’d bribed and threatened a few coppers, she’d taken two or three lives, and at first horror had struck her, at herself and at the world she lived in, but then fascination came along, followed by wonder. Florence was made for business and she’d proved it to them all, to Polly and Ada during the war, to Tommy and Arthur and John afterwards. Just last week, she had snuck into the BSA and located a crate loaded with motor parts that Tommy had made a deal with an American buyer about. She’d also concocted the plan to get it out of there safely, a slight spritz of engine oil and a cigarette, and it had been secured by Charlie and John. Tommy had shipped it and received good money shortly after, a share of which Flo had spent on the new dress she was sporting right now.

It fit around her waist snugly, but flowed generously enough to radiate class and power. And even though its deep scarlet red colour and shiny diamonds were definitely a few numbers too big for the Garrison, Flo didn’t care. She was dressed just for herself tonight. No blokes, no chicks, no fucking about. She finished her lipstick, tufted her hair and sent a mischievous smile into the mirror, all ready when a knock sounded on the door. Polly.

“Hey,” she greeted. “Thanks for letting me borrow the jewellery, yeah? It’s beautiful.”

Polly stared at the young woman, positively glowing with pride. Florence felt heat rush to her cheeks and smiled shyly.

“More than beautiful. Let me see!”

Florence twirled around her own axis, laughing when Polly complimented her again. “Thank you, Ma’am. Been in the making for nearly three decades now, can you believe it?”

“I can’t,” Polly said, “but given the circumstances I’m unspeakably proud of the woman you’ve become.”

“The woman you made me, Pol.”

“Oh, shut up, yeah?”

“No, no, I mean it,” Florence continued, shaking her head. “I’m so grateful that you took me in when I was a kid. I can’t even imagine existing in a world where I stayed with my parents, I really can’t.”

Polly looked at her, eyes filled with affection. “You had it coming, love, with those dalcops for parents.”

She bit the inside of her cheek at the insult and moved to embrace her foster mum, who couldn’t keep the snarkiness at bay. “And look what he’s missing out on, that other dalcop.”

“Let’s not talk about him, Pol. He’s history.”

“Just have fun tonight, dear, okay?” Polly gave her another once-over and excused herself.

I will, Florence thought, moving to fix her stockings because they felt quite loose at the top. Then the door opened again, this time without a knock, and she knew who it was without having to look. She kept her foot perched on the edge of the bed, fiddling while he dropped onto the chaise longue and lit a cigarette.

“D’you think I lost some weight?”

Tommy took a moment to reply, clearing his throat. “Why don’t you let me take a look, eh?”

Florence tried to hide her smile as she turned around, slowly and sensually like she’d done for herself. Truth was, she knew no shame around Tommy. They’d all grown up with each other, the Shelby siblings and she, and it felt like being with a best friend when she was with him. Except for the cock, obviously.

She did another twirl to show off her beautiful dress. “Well?”

He pursed his lips, pointed his chin. “Yeah, it’s pretty.”

“Wow,” Flo laughed, “Charming as day, huh, Tommy?”

He gave a small grunt, but didn’t bother with an actual reply. He did, however, not take his eyes off of her, which she took as a good sign. “So, what is it that you want?”

“Nothing. Just wondering what’s got you so done up.”

Flo blinked in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, his voice turning more serious, “Why’re you dressed like you’re meeting the fucking King himself?”

“Excuse me?” Flo asked, startled and with wide eyes. “It’s my birthday tonight and I’m dressed to impress.”

“Yeah, eh? Who?”

Now she glared slightly. “Myself. That a problem for you?”

Tommy shrugged, seeming amused by that answer. “No, no. Not at all.”

Florence scoffed quietly, annoyed because he’d already managed to make her feel stupid. She turned back around and put the other foot on the bed to fix the stockings. “So did you come here just to talk shit about me?”

There was no reply, just a short cough. “I wanted to see you before this whole ‘no blokes’ nonsense starts - Hey, are those the ones I gave you?”

Flo’s head whipped around to look at him, then followed his gaze to her thighs.

“Well, I wouldn’t fucking remember.” A heat of anger had risen up her throat, which wasn’t anything new considering that while Tommy had the ability to make her laugh and smile and feel safe, he also made her toes curl and blood boil. But she didn’t think too much about that, since it went for the whole family. It was more the occasional burn in her stomach that worried her, the rush of adrenaline when he stared at her from across the room, watching intently when she’d used to talk to Jack. That subliminal feeling of something else, of something more than being just siblings, it scared her from time to time. And fear made Flo angry.

“Well, I do,” Tommy said, calm, and nodded at her. “Looking good on ya, Flo.”

“They don’t even fit anymore.”

“Now, that’s only because you stress too much and when you’re stressed, you lose weight, simple as that.” He said this nonchalantly, like knowing the ins and outs of her came as natural to him as pouring a drink. “Whiskey?”

Florence huffed, which he took as a yes, and then stood behind her, almost back to chest, looking over her shoulder while she fumbled with the garter.

“They don’t seem too bad, eh? Nice and easy to take off.”

“Oh,” Florence said. “Is that why you got them for me? Cause you wanna take them off?” She left her foot perched and took the drink from Tommy’s hand. “Fucking typical.”

He had the audacity to laugh. “Ay, maybe. But I recall you complaining about the old ones. Just wanted to take care of ya, love.”

Flo had to squeeze her eyes shut, will her heart to slow down. Why did he have to stand so fucking close? She could feel his breath on her bare shoulder and she knew he was messing with her. He always was.

“Right,” she said, “Like I took care of you when you asked me to sleep with you in your bed all those months?”

“Hey, don’t you dare come at me like that,” he countered, slowly retreating to the chaise longue. “That was after the war.”

Florence dropped her leg, smoothed the dress and faced him. “Well, Tommy, I’m afraid the war’s over. And so is this conversation.“ She took her purse from the vanity and downed the whiskey before turning to leave. “See you at the Garrison.”

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